Hehe this little jockboy used to be an emo twink with barely any muscles or an ass. Now damn look at that juicy bubble butt and those nice toned muscles. He wanted to be popular and stop getting bullied but later that the bullies beat him up and ripped his underwear during an tonic wedgie. He’s hurting and gets rid of his old torn underwear by throwing it away in the trash can outside. Walking out of the bathroom to the lost and found he went and searched through the bin and found a new package of just a single jockstrap. He grabs it and goes back to the bathroom to put it on then goes back to class and feels a bit itchy. Only 1 class to go but he’s barely able to stay in his seat from the itchiness so he raised his hand to excuse himself from class to go home. Finally he gets home after a drive of itching and burning up he takes off all his clothes except the jockstrap. His dick is getting hard along with his muscles popping up and he’s loving them jock nips twisting ‘em and moaning. He smirks at what he’s become, a big muscle jock with a big sausage and a big libido. “Time to search for some twinks to serve this god body” he says as he gets on the internet.
A sneaker always smells better when it comes from a sexy stud.
He had been sent a strange package in the mail from his friend. When he opened it he thought it was some kinda joke or something. There was a letter inside telling him to wear it and go to the lake to meet up. The note was worded like a joke/dare so he had to do it.
He stripped down and put on the shorts with no underwear, as it had an opening for his ass to hangs out. He put on the shoes and socks, and the knee pads. He slipped on the fingerless gloves and the collar. He pulled out the yellow tail and thought “this seems really gay” it was basically a dildo with a tail attached to it. But still he slipped it in…and…for some reason it felt…good.
He was a bit confused at this point. The harness and dog mask seemed to be a bit too much yet he found himself putting them on too. He then seemed to lose total control of himself and got on all fours and headed to the lake. He had to go meet his master…friend, his friend, he corrected.
Once he got there he saw his friend dressed in a leather jacket. “Ruff ruff master” he heard himself say without control. It was like two personalities were present, one in control, and his own just trapped watching. He was treated like a dog and did tricks and everything, he got butt scratches as a reward, people walked by giving confused looks and laughing but his new personality was a show off and got hard from it. Finally he was forced to sniff inside his new master’s shoe and loved it. Meanwhile he was just trapped forced to observe and feel humiliated.
There is something fascinating and erotic about smoke. I would never smoke myself, the health issues and just a personal non enjoyment from the activity, But the idea of smoke being blown into your face, it entering you, filling your lungs and being pumped through your body, through your mind. Relaxing you, making you so calm, so pliable, and so easy to remold in the smokers image.
Muscle Tf Lover 