The Bull Stud had just enough brains left to keep himself from drooling. He turned on the hotel TV hours ago. At first, he was confused why the channel was stuck on some stupid spiral. After a few moments, he stopped caring. It looked so nice.
Ten minutes later, his pants were at his ankles and he was stroking his cock, still holding the remote. The door opened and a large, muscular man walked in, pushing a cart. He had a blank look on his face and some drool dripped from his mouth. The man wordlessly stood the Bull Stud up and undressed him. He took special care in cutting off his shirt so not one moment of staring at the spiral was broken. The Bull Stud just let him manhandle him. He didn’t care, he just stroked and stared at the spiraling screen.
After the Bull Stud was undressed, the man turned the TV a bit a re-positioned the him so there was room in front of his body. Still without a word, almost robotically, the man unpacked a small bench and machine from the cart. He set it up in front of the Bull Stud, taking care not to block his view. He plugged the machine in. He slowly drew it forward so it lined up with the Bull Stud;s hard cock,
The glassy eyed man took the Bull Stud’s cock in his hand. The Bull Stud’s arm stopped stroking and fell limply to his side. Pumping the cock, the man pulled the machine around it until he could only rub the base of the shaft. This was the riskiest part of the process. Sometimes the men would have just enough will left to shove their processors away due to the lack of stimulation on their cocks. The spiral made them so horny, gave them such the need to stroke, they can become violent if they don’t get it. The drooling muscle slave was actually one of those men. He didn’t remember it, but he had to be dragged down to the basement and had a chastity cage forcibly placed on his cock. This conditioned the then bestial man to follow instructions before he was even shown the spiral again.
However, the Bull Stud was already compliant. It seems he didn’t have too many brains to begin with. Still circling the base of the cock, the blank man pushed a button on the machine. It immediately jumped to life and miked the Bull Stud. But, he did not cum. The spiral told him he could not until he was allowed to.
The muscular slave left the room, allowing the spiral and the pump do their work. Now, the Bull Stud was almost completely lost to the spiral and the pleasure. He needed to obey the spiral. He needed to Obey the man who made the spiral, his Master.
He needed to Obey.
He needed to Serve.
He needed to Pleasure his Master.
Obey.
Serve.
Pleasure
Ten minutes later, he was drooling on his feet. The door opened, and the same slave reentered, but this time, with a well dressed man. The well dressed man stroked the Bull Stud’s cock for him as the slave removed the machine. He whispered into the Bull Stud’s ears. Still staring at the spiral, he Bull Stud bent over the bed. He knew he needed to be fucked. It was the only thing he’d ask for: to be fucked by his Master. Inserting himself into the Bull Stud’s virgin ass, the Master let out a groan. Fresh slave was always the best sex.
Both Master and Bull Stud came at the same time, one in the other, and the other as commanded. As his cum sprayed on the bed, the Bull Stud lost the last of his will.
It was summer vacation of freshman year and I was home from college with my fam in North Carolina. I went up to Dartmouth and was learnin all sorts of shit – New Hampshire’s a pretty libertarian state, I mean they don’t pay taxes, but also lots of liberals. I was always well behaved, a good reader, kinda bookish, smart enough to know that studying was my way out of a small town.
Well of course I got caught up in what I was being taught in school and became a cultural critic and political salvationist like they all are. So I smarted off to my conservative dad that summer trying to show off what I’d learned. Big mistake. We had it out and argued for a month – I knew I was right. He even slapped me at one point after pinning me to the floor, and the next damn day after that he pulled me from school, said he wouldn’t pay for it anymore, and drove me right down to the ROTC and made me sign off.
No more liberal in the making for me. Sayonara to Shakespeare and Camus – suddenly I’m sleeping in dorms, lickin boots and doing pushups. I cried a lot at first, complained and wrote letters, but pretty soon it starts taking effect and my body starts changing from boot camp.
Like my t-shirts start feeling snug, and before I know it they don’t even fit right anymore – one time I tried to pull one on and I ripped the sleeve off. The guy on the bunk next to me, he tosses me a medium and suddenly I’m wearing a medium. I’m now a medium, I think, dazed. Only they don’t let up. They work me all summer with physical labor and more of the facile – I think that’s what I called it – instructions from my drill sergeant that are just meant to build you up. I’m still wishing I were at Dartmouth pursuing my dreams when, by the end of the quarter, even a medium doesn’t fit me so well. I can see my pecs pushing out against it, the seams tight on my shoulder – and before you know it I’m a fucking large. Holy shit, I’m a fuckin large. I’m turning into a muscle dude or somethin.
Hardly even recognize myself with the high and tight. Getting so vascular, I can’t help but take in what all this exercise is doing to me. They’ve always got me working up a sweat and showering it off, I’m hungry all the time. Hair even starts sproutin up on my abs and across my chest before I hardly even realize it’s growin in. Never had any before all the constant working out jacked my T and made my hormones run wild. My legs got hairier, too. My lower legs did for sure, and never really had any hair on my thighs before at all. Now I do.
They got this new recruit across the bunk from me now just this morning and he says he doesn’t think he wants to be here. I start telling him, dude, I know what you’re goin through, I’m not supposed to either as I wipe my brow with a towel. He goes “yeah but you got the body for it, I don’t”.
“Yeah?” I say, kind of feeling cool that he’s impressed with this. I flex for him and smirk a little, friendly though. "You think I’m getting there?“
I end up pattin him on the back tellin him he’ll do great, that I was his size when I started, and then I go hit the showers. They got a mirror in the bunker back where they store a lot of dry goods so I go check myself out. Holy shit. I gotta flex for this – it’s like I really like this, maybe. I mean I’m undeniably more handsome. Took some getting used to, for sure. But by the end of the year I’m actually comfortable walking around without a shirt on. What’s more, I kinda love doing that, just kind of casually to show off and enjoy the fresh air.
I go home on the next summer break and I even walk around downtown in a tank top or go jogging shirtless every morning just to keep it up. Only thing is my hormones are fuckin out of control, like pent up, I haven’t had time to get started with a girlfriend at camp or anything like that, and haven’t really been wanting to, honestly. So one night I get drunk and before you know it me and this local punk – some nobody with a mohawk – I don’t know, he’s cocky and different and fun to argue with because he thinks he can give me shit or knows me. Something about that attracts me, so I take him back to my dad’s barn after I promise to drive him home and end up making out with him in his har. Anyhow I get him to the barn with the lights off in my car so nobody hears and fuck the shit out of him right in the straw. Like I pump that ass so full of cum. He’s a muscular little punk too, scrawny but must work out a bunch. I make him swear to God not to tell anyone and he’s fine with it, like yeah, he fuckin loves it, I figure I can trust him or nobody would ever believe it anyway, not like he knows my last name. I give him this sloppy kiss goodbye – sick, right – and smack him on the ass and tell him maybe again sometime if he sees me out.
Fuck, only thing is I’m craving sex again like almost the next day already. That was so hot last night. Can’t let my parents find out, but fuck! It felt so good. I wish there were more gay football players or just regular dudes. Sometimes when I jog through the town in the morning I see other runners and check out their asses. Just want to hook up with a hot jock almost every morning, now, but haven’t had the change. I think I admitted to myself I’m gay, though I’d never call it that. Sometimes I have to beat off in front of a mirror and am even gettin in to twistin my own nipples and finger fuckin myself, but I gotta butch look and make it hot, I’m not some weirdo about it.
When I’m back on the base I’m gonna try and see if there’s any guys who swing my way. I really want to bang with a jock this summer first, though. When I’m out of recruitment for good I can go off base and do that all the time but I gotta get ready to go back soon so there isn’t much time left in the summer. Fuckin in love with my body, dudes. So glad they got me away from being a smartmouthed wimp. I never was this horny before they sent me to bootcamp, so I guess it backfired on them, probably would have stayed in the closed too. Just wouldn’t have been as compelled to have to start busting this nut. I totally didn’t plan it in that bar or even going, but couldn’t help myself almost, you know? Plus look at me, it’s like my whole body is meant to get it on.
Can’t help feelin this way, my hormones are just way stronger than when I was in college. I think about pecs, bis, ass, scruff on a dude constantly now. Kinda don’t know how I’m gonna keep it in check.
Alex was a fat nerd. At least that’s what people always called him, even in college where one would think people would start getting more mature. He was into computer science and Xbox and was rarely outside leaving him pale and fat. Very eager to skip any health food to snack on some chips and chocolate when pulling all nighters, either studying or playing WoW. He hated sports but his school had a lot of pride revolving around it, and a lot of his classmates were into it and to be honest he felt left out.
One day, perhaps out of curiosity and boredom more then anything he decided to go to a NFL game being played in a field in the area, just to try to understand what all the hype was about. He went and tried to get into it, buying sodas and food and trying to follow what was going on but he had a rough time. He watched for what felt like hours and couldn’t grasp the barbaric game. He thought he understood the rules or at least the gist of them but it seemed like there were exceptions. It looked more like a game of “try to kill whoever is holding the ball.” At the end he also felt compelled to buy a pair of athletic shorts from a stand on the way out, trying to embrace the experience.
He went home feeling like he had just wasted a lot of time, but a part of him wanting to go back. Out of curiosity he changed into the shorts he had just bought and looked in the mirror. He got the thought that he looked good, even though the shorts didn’t really change anything at first.
But after a few minutes he noticed his thighs and ass started to firm up with muscle. That went down to his calves and up into his torso, the muscle spreading. He watched amazed as his fat stomach shrieked away as a set of strong and started to pop out. His man boobs shrunk and firmed up into large meaty pecs, and he kept looking feeling a mixture of confusion and pride at all that was happening. His shoulders got broader and his arms beefed up to the point were some veins were piping out. His shirt got ripped and tore off due to all these muscles. His skin started to get tan as a thick pelt of dark hair, almost fur like, started to cover his chest. His eyes turned green as his face got more masculine and a very thick beard sprouted from his skin.
A hat appeared on his head and he felt a sharp pain as his mind started to drain and get weaker. He started losing all the gaming info and the school knowledge but started to finally understand the football game he had gone to. He filled with pride and strength and a beastly need to tackle and fight and watch sports! He jumped online to get tickets to more games nearby and couldn’t wait to go to practice for his schools football team!
Josh had decided he would be the one to resist. Two weeks ago a spiral had appeared on each TV screen in the frat house. It would occasionally say things like “such a dumbass” or “it feels so good to obey coach”. One by one all of the others had fallen pray to it but Josh would keep his mind. Sure he saw the spiral and heard the messages it was hard not to when it was playing in every room in the house. He didn’t notice he was working out more or that he had stopped wearing pants. Didn’t even notice the constant hard on he had but he was still reading still going to class which is more than he could say for his brothers. The last straw came when he was trying to study for a biology test he had the next day, the spiral on the screen still pulsing still inviting him in when it finally spoke “you’re such a dumbass Josh such a big hunk of meat. Coach would be so proud of you if you just started to stroke a little.”
“Coach…?” Josh didn’t even know who coach was but he could feel his cock twitch at the mention. Slowly Josh wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke.
“Good boy Josh now repeat after me, I am a dumbass”
“I am a dumbass”
“It feels so good to obey Coach”
“It feels so good to obey Coach”
“I will always be an obedient boy”
“I will always be an obedient boy.”
Josh didn’t show up to anymore classes and the Frat now made sure each of them watched the Spiral often. They never saw Coach but any order he gave from working out more to sending the spiral to friends or family was followed.
Warning: contains castration. If that scares you consider yourself warned. *** Alright, it looks like your favorite from last week was the rubber puppy, so here’s some more pupslave training for you. Hope it isn’t too hard to read—these vignettes give me a chance to try out some new techniques.
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You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber—-
No
puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy—
No, No I’m not—I’m not it’s a lie, I know it’s a lie but why can’t I remember…why can’t I remember my own fucking face?
horny rubber puppy slave… You’re a—
I was human I know I was human…No not was, am human I am human present tense, fucking present tense Spike, come on, and my name wasn’t Spike it was…it was…
happy horny rubber puppy—
I can’t remember, why can’t I remember? What the fuck have they done to me here, why can’t I remember my own fucking name, or my fucking face, or my family, just my masters, oh fuck my fucking sexy fucking masters I hope they play with me today I hope they want to play fetch and dildos and fist and fuck and fuck and let me lick them and fuck and suck their big cocks like a good happy horny rubber puppy slave yeah fuck love my masters love them so much!
slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy—
Got to get a hold of myself, I’ve got to hold on, I can’t lose control like that, not anymore, it’s so damn hard getting it back I have to think I have to remember that they did this to me they forced me to be like this, in this fucking suit, God if they would just turn off that fucking voice for a minute, if I could just have some fucking silence for once I feel like I could get myself together, but how long now? How fucking long have I been listening to this? I don’t even know how long I’ve been here, I lost count so long ago I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve lost count…
horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave—
What did I look like? What do I look like under my face I mean my mask no their mask, not my mask not my face I have to remember this isn’t me I’m not a fucking rubber puppy I’m not their slave I’m not but God, if I’m not that…if I’m not that then what am I?
You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave—
I was human I was human like the masters love my masters—No, not again but I was, wasn’t I? But then why can’t I fucking walk like them? Why can’t I understand them anymore? I could, I remember I could but now it’s just gibberish mostly, did they do this to me? Did they make me unable to understand them or am I just deluding myself?
You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy—
I can’t speak either, but do I need to speak? Barking is good enough to get their attention, when I need food or play, yeah play I love playing playing so much fun like fetching dildo which one I want up my doggy hole feels so good feels so good to be fucked fisted make puppy so happy make me so happy to get fucked by masters love masters love so much serve masters master’s puppy slave master’s happy horny rubber puppy slave I’m a happy horny rubber—No!
horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy—
Why does this feel so good?
slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny—
It does feel good, really good, I wish my puppy cock could get hard…
rubber puppy slave…You’re—
No, I don’t have a puppy cock, I don’t…do I? I don’t…I don’t know anymore. Tell yourself the story, remember what happened, that’s the best way. At the dog park, I remember the dog park, running around sniffing the other dog’s butts yeah love sniffing butts felt so good to be outside wonder if masters will take me outside again sniffing butts before yeah letting other dogs fuck me yeah fucking just a beta have to let others be in control just a puppy slave everyone above me weak obedient love to be fucked feels so good…
a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy—
Masters found me I was stray they found me and like good masters they adopted me they love me but I not good dog I think I alpha but I beta but I just slave so need obedience school need to be obedient need to learn tricks like fetch like dildo love dildo love fuck fuck feel so good love feel masters fuck my butt hole love licking masters’ cocks love being good dog love being obedient pup love being slave being slave feel so good rubber feel so good love being rubber pup love rubber love fuck love play love masters—No fucking No! No, you know what they fucking did to you you know what they did they’re fucking monsters fucking masters no masters fuck me yeah fuck their rubber puppy hard fuck him good good puppy love being fucked by masters and dildos…
slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny…
You know what they did, you know what they did the bastards I can’t believe they did that to me but I was a bad puppy I tried to escape very bad dog yeah such a bad puppy slave I deserved it I deserved it I deserved it I was a very very very very very very bad happy horny rubber puppy slave very very very…
rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave—
I can’t believe they did it, I just can’t…neutered me, they cut my fucking balls off I can’t…I can’t believe they actually…I didn’t deserve it, I deserved it no I didn’t do as they told me I was a bad puppy and bad puppies can’t keep their balls they said bad puppies lose their balls and have their cocks locked away and can’t get hard ever again and bad puppies need extra obedience school until they stop being bad puppies and stop thinking so much and just love masters and love play and love fucking and love dildos and love sniffing butts like good puppies I’m going to be a good puppy going to be a good happy horny rubber puppy slave for masters show them I can be a good dog good dog yeah good dog for masters I was bad puppy very very very very very very very very bad puppy yes I was I deserved it masters say I deserved it so I deserved it and easier now yeah easier to obey less resistance less thinking necessary helps me be a good happy horny rubber puppy slave stop thinking stop worrying…
You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber—
So tired of fighting why am I even fighting anymore?
puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy…
What has fighting ever got me other than neutered I can’t believe they actually did it I thought they didn’t mean it how could they? I was human like them I was! I was! I had a face and a name and a family and balls and now I’m just a neutered beta rubber puppy slave yeah like I deserve to be like my masters want me to be I wonder if we’re going to work on that new word later that word ‘fist’ I like ‘fist’ make my hole feel so good when master say ‘fist’ since puppy can’t use cock ever again I’m going to be ‘fist’ pup they say but need lots training need to take ‘two fist’ wonder how that will feel so good because masters want it because masters say so but big dildos first seen the big dildos they will feel so good in my puppy butt can’t wait can’t wait gonna feel so good…
You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…You’re a happy horny rubber puppy slave…
Need to be good pup from now on tired of thinking thinking is exhausting thinking is bad I know that stop thinking stop hating masters masters know best masters always right I deserved it I deserved it was very very very very very very very bad was worst puppy could be but will be better masters will be better I promise will be very good fist pup for you will make you so happy so proud no more fighting pup promise no more fighting fighting too hard…
Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?
O_O
………my friend has made me curious
help me roger
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
These never work for me, but here’s to trying.
I don’t believe in these things
But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job
But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.
Roger is cute.
Eh Roger is cute I might as well
That fish is so happy it makes me happy.
Reblogging myself because I reblogged this yesterday and got promoted today!
Several weeks after posting this I got to meet and get an autograph from a voice actress who’s been in Pokemon, so a little delayed but it works
Daniel was a typical high-school loner geek. Brad and his band of jocks always made a point to make fun of poor Daniel at every opportunity. Walking back from school one day, his underwear still rising up his butt crack from the day’s wedgie, Daniel found a pair of skate shoes placed neatly on the sidewalk. It almost seemed like they were put there for him to find.
Arriving home, Daniel ran to his room and pulled the new shoes out of his backpack. Holding the sneakers in his hands, he almost felt like the shoes were calling out to him. In a slight craze, Daniel ripped off his normal tennis shoes and tried the sneakers. The black skate shoes had to have been at least 4 size too big, Daniel calculated. Standing up, he felt ridiculous wearing the obviously too-large shoes, but he didn’t consider taking them off. Even if for just a few minutes, he would wear these cool shoes and pretend to be “one of the guys.”
Feeling a creak in his shoulder, Daniel stood in the outlandishly large shoes and began to stretch casually. Grabbing his left arm, he started to twist his slender frame before stopping before stopping abruptly. His muscles were pulsing, growing slowly. He took stock of his limbs; from his legs to his neck, he seemed to be swelling all over.
With each soft pulse, a wave of pleasure enveloped him. “What’s happening to me,” he asked no one. His clothes began to strain under his new mass and he struggled to strip, but the warming of his extremities limited his movement and clouded his head. Soon enough, his previously tight polo and jeans ripped and fell off of his frame.
“I…I…feel weird. What…happening…to me,” he muttered, Daniel’s voice losing its sense of intelligence, “Fucken, I’m getting big, man.”
The pleasurable heat caused Daniel to fall to the ground, his tattered clothes pinned by his large, toned body. His entire body grew and tightened. He grew to from the average 5’7” to an impressive 6”3 and his throbbing dick grew to match. He clumsily grabbed his member and was almost paralyzed by the passion it exuded.
Slightly hazy, he tried to remember what he was doing almost completely naked on his floor.
“My name is Dani—D—Dude, I’m fuckin Danny, dude, duh.” The reborn Danny’s memory began to come back. Danny was a skater to his core. When he wasn’t sleeping in class, he was skating. He practically never took off his lucky shoes (he even slept in them!).
Looking at his naked body laying on the ground, “Oh, I must have been jackin it.” He enthusiastically grabbed his member with both hands and began masturbating. His mind filled with images of his sexy skating friends. He was particularly enamored with the image of his best buddy Jerrod. Memories of a particular night were revealed. They were at Jerrod’s house, it was late, they were naked, and…
“Shit, why was I doing this alone? I can’t believe I forgot about my Rod.”
Danny couldn’t pick up the phone and dial his own little Rod fast enough.
Muscle Tf Lover 