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Quite The Hangover
The last one was a tad cerebral so I went a little more physical for this one! Twink to impossibly horny jock, hope y'all enjoy ! -Occam
Foggy memories slowly rise to the forefront of his mind as he pours himself a glass of water and starts a tea kettle going. He stares at the outfit on the floor in shock as it is definitely not the usual attire of the men he sleeps with. Also, why on Earth is his whole outfit here if he apparently departed before Mattie woke up?
Mattie looks down at his body as he shivers and realizes he should probably throw something on, as he continues to wake up and start to steep some green tea he notices a definite soreness start to burn within him as he finds confirmation that he definitely bottomed last night. “God that fucker better have used a condom!” He twists and turns to inspect his body before getting dressed and finds little of note besides the soreness and a sporadic bruise or two.
Mattie decides if he left his clothes here surely this man left some identifying information and despite his incredible hangover he begins to groggily sleuth through the man’s abandoned clothes. There’s a tank top and a visibly filthy jockstrap lying over the couch, Mattie grimaces and wonders what on Earth could have had him bring home someone so far outside of his standard fare. Inspecting the jockstrap further that he thoughtlessly picks up only to find it stained with pre that now similarly mars his own hands. “Eugh god what was I thinking! Clearly I wasn’t, ah-”
As he raises his voice his headache piques once more, his vision goes white and he leans against the couch for balance, hands planted on the sweaty shirt and jock. Eyes slammed shut he makes a labored return to the kitchen to grab his tea. Before anything else he needs to at least try and get back to a base level of functionality. Uncharacteristically he neglects to wash his pre-covered hands before grabbing the steaming cup.
He begins to drink his tea holding out for any modicum of relief, psychosomatic as it may be, and as he does so he finds a pleasant warmth begin to grow within him. Not in his stomach or chest as expected though, instead it starts to spread outward from the soreness in his ass before it begins to surge in waves into his crotch. Mattie grunts as a strange powerful pleasure begins to overcome him. His hangover immediately disappears as he sets down his cup of tea to palm his crotch.
He feels as his cock pulses with the waves of pressure surging from within him. It immediately pulses into the hardest erection Mattie can recall. His cock struggles against his briefs as they feel tighter than they have ever been before, almost as if they’re fully sizes too small. He moans loudly before covering his mouth with his other hand, absentmindedly getting this mystery man’s pre all over his face, impossible to miss as its odor begins to overload his mind, this pleasure, this warmth is the only thing that matters to him.
The sound of a tear rings throughout the room as his cock grows beyond its containment. Mattie falls to the floor as he is overcome by pleasure beyond reason resounding in mind from every corner of his body as his balls swell and pull up and he shoots a load larger than should be possible onto the kitchen floor. His eyes flutter and roll back as he returns to unconsciousness once more, lying in a pool on the floor as a warmth grows deeper within him and begins to work its influence on him.
As he lies there he dreams of a man's beard scratching his face at a bar as they make out. He feels his body leaning against this larger man, sweaty muscle rubbing against his smaller body. He feels something start to soak his shorts as he looks down to find himself sitting in the man's lap as pre began to pool. Street lights pass overhead as he pulls a behemoth in the direction of his apartment, arm straining as two two stumble towards their destination.
Mattie wakes up on the cold kitchen floor groaning as the heat has decidedly been replaced by a pervasive soreness, he stretches still face down on the floor feeling his torso slide on something wet and he feels a cock much weightier than it should be bump against the floor. He promptly rolls over and looks at his crotch, finally prescient enough to see that it has indeed expanded in every regard. He blushes and looks down at it, dumbstruck that he now has pipe large enough to put any man he’s been with to shame. Not only that but he suddenly has pubes thicker and darker than they ever should be. He had just shaved before going out had he not?
He continues to inspect his crotch, though his eyes do not notice the treasure trail that grows well into his torso. Instead his mind is suddenly preoccupied as a memory emerges, he has seen a cock exactly like this one. He is exactly as hung as the man he brought home last night. As soon as it does his mind is once more struck, as if a flashbang went off, and he feels the impossible weight of a hangover once more.
He groans and stands once more, stumbling as he finds himself standing ever so slightly taller than he was before his collapse. He feels new hair scratch between his thighs as his pubes begin to thicken and fan out even further from his crotch. On the other side his ass has clearly grown significantly plumper while he was conked out on the floor. Hidden from his eyes he does not see the forest of hair that is absolutely pouring out of his crack and rising up his back. He even scratches at his expanded butt, though notices nothing out of the ordinary beyond a pleasurable itch.
He slams his hand against the wall, struggling to find the switch as his arm swings at a distinctly different angle than he’s accustomed to. After a few attempts each with more force than the last he finally gets the lights, his eyes take time to adjust and as they do he stumbles against the wall in shock. His soreness immediately makes sense as he sees a body that has spent more time in the gym in a week than he has in his life entire.
He sees as his chest grows weighter, tracing desperate patches of hair from where he laid in his own cum as the anxiety of his changed body begins to force heat through him once more. He inspects his face as he sees patchy stubble begin to poke out where he spread the mystery man’s pre earlier. His upper lip itches and tingles beyond reason as a mustache bursts out of his perpetually clean shaven face.
His jaw begins to sharpen underneath and he grunts to hear a deeper voice reverberate through him. He stretches his shoulders as he feels them uncomfortably pull against the wall behind him, they spread larger as he does and he mouth tries to form a cocky smirk as he takes his body in before the shock and stress return anew. He twitches as his body forces him into a standing crunch as abdominal muscles push out of his ‘til now formless core as his pubes stray thicker towards and above his stomach.
It has to be that guy, maybe it’s an STD or something. It’s gotta be an uh, hallucination or something for sure. He tries to find any reasonable excuse for what’s happening to him, doing so though his mind begins to grow foggy as rationality becomes an increasingly difficult target to hit. Each new thought, every attempt to find reason, to press onward, to remember who he is falls flat as his anxiety triggers an all too pleasurable to ignore feeling in his crotch.
“No urgh, not again…” He grunts out, each word deeper than the last as he slides down to the floor, his thicker ass and thighs cushioning his fall as the scratch of his tiled wall sends pangs of intense desire into his mind. As he lies there trying not to touch his surging crotch as his balls demand attention, an image appears in his mind. He sees the face of the man- He strains to focus his attention to the image, doing so only increases his lust before he notices. Wait, is that? Is that not his face?
He feels stubble scratch his hand as he rubs his sharper jawline, one all too similar to the man in his mind's eye. He feels a pang of something deep within him besides the lust, something crying out and encouraging him not to give in. Though how can one voice win out when everything else in his body compels him to seek pleasure. What a simple act to follow as well, his cock hanging in the air in front of him, if he just hammers out a quick one he can get right back to uh, what was he doing?
He stares hungrily at his pulsing dick, seeing pre stream down it in a fashion it has never done before. Or has it? He sees countless jockstraps soiled flash behind his eyes as if it is indeed a regular occurrence. He motions to give in, but before even laying a hand on his cock he loses control once more, shooting load after load onto himself, staining his hair as his mind goes totally numb to the pleasure. His eyes go dark once more as but a moment passes.
He remembers lying on top of this massive man on his couch. He sees a smirk on his face and Mattie reflexively matches it in the present. He sees the man’s cock surge just as his has done oh so many times this morning alone. He sees himself sitting on it as he recalls going at it for what seems like forever. Before he is simply back in his bathroom.
He towels off his mess neglecting to see his hair has pulled into something far shorter and more masc than he ever would choose and his beard has filled out outright. He feels the burning on his chest shift to something more soothing, instilling him with confidence alongside his insatiable lust. Hair grows dense and dark across his whole body and he barely catches himself before he starts drooling at his own reflection.
He remembers he had something important to do this morning, he disrobes of his torn underwear as he leaves the bathroom to see a jock lying on the couch. He isn’t sure if it’s his or uh, whose else would it be yeah? He guesses he must have laid these out for himself right? He throws them on before hearing his phone chime. Oh duh, surely if it’s something important he would have set a reminder yeah?
He struggles to remember his phone password as his mind grows sluggish, finding the pace at which he is to think at from now on. He holds it up to his face and it immediately opens, deep in his subconscious this bothers him though as he is greeted to a twink's nudes he can’t find it within him to be bothered by anything. He gets a text from some trade looking guy named Lou. “Sup Bro!!! Hows it hangin this morning lol”
Matt can’t help but smirk as he clicks to see an image of his bro’s cock, as hard and familiar as his own. He laughs as he realizes that he somehow had forgotten his #1 fuckbuddy. He feels a lust begin to grow within him and realizes that evermore his hunger can never truly leave his mind. He texts back immediately, any memories of who he once was streaming out of his mind as pre spills in his already stained jock, “kinda hard already bro, u wanna go find a twink to tagteam”
Not too far away Lou stares at a perfect partner for them both, a twink tearing up, having just been stood up for brunch. Lou shambles his way, struggling to walk straight as he makes his way over to an easy fuck, texting, “b over in five dude, hope your ready to have another bro lol”
Not too far away Lou stares at a perfect partner for them both, tearing up having just been stood up for brunch. Lou shambles his way, struggling to walk straight as he makes his way over to an easy fuc, texting, “b over in five dude, hope youre ready to have another bro lol”
Matt struggles to keep himself together as the thought sets his passion aflame. This finale message sends one last rush of turmoil in his mind. What exactly does Lou mean by that, another bro? He sits there unaware he’s subconsciously crossing one last threshold. Before any further moment can be spent however he burps and tastes cum, which sends him spiraling, awash with lust and pleasure, laughing at the idea of Lou bringing someone home for the two of them. He alights to get the apartment ready for company before guffawing and remembering he couldn’t care less for appearances, he just sits and waits on the couch. Staring at the door eager to bring another overthinking man into his world reigned only by an insatiable lust.
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I live in a rough neighbourhood not by choice but that’s not the biggest problem. I am in a block flats and I am constantly being woken up by the guy in the next door flat. He is constantly having parties and loud sex. I would confront him but he is a muscly chav lad. What should I do?
He was huge and incredibly intimidating. You had never spoken to him but had heard the parties. The boorish lads drunkenly singing, dancing, and god knows what else.
You've been in the flat below only for a few weeks and the parties are non stop. You're going to have to speak to him at some point and try and sort things out.
One day you notice it seems particularly quiet. You figure everyone is gone. This is your chance.
You knock on his door and wait. After a few moments the door unlocks and swings open. The towering beast of a man stands in front of in nothing but a pair of Nike joggers.
You're not gay but you're left speechless for a few moments. He's chest is huge and covered in dark hair just like his beard. This hair continues over his rock hard abs and down to a snail trail leading to the thickest bulge you have ever seen.
His thighs fill the joggers to the point you think they should rip. His feet are about as big as your face and are probably more muscular that your entire body.
You quickly snap out of your trance and introduce yourself. He listens as you explain your situation and your issues with the noise.
He's surprisingly calm and you wonder why you saw him as intimidating.
He apologises for disturbing you and invites you to enjoy his new shisha pipe with him to make amends.
Although not usually your thing the smell is alluring. You agree and sit down opposite him.
You both start puffing away and getting to know each other. His name's Kieran and he's actually a really nice guy. He works in modelling and says he's got a great eye for new talent as he gestures towards you.
You laugh at first but slowly you begin to lose focus. You quickly look over to him in panic as you start to go faint. He smiles at you just as it all goes black.
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When you come to something feels...new... different.
You're still in Kieran's flat but you've changed. You're more slender than before, you weren't fat but not as slender as you are now.
Your ass however isn't slender, it's now bouncy and round. It fills out the tracksuit you find yourself wearing almost too well. The outline of a jockstrap visible through the fabric.
You feel the cold metal of a chain against your skin that now hangs around your neck. A black baseball cap, backwards, finishes your look.
You're confused for a moment but Kieran's entrance to the room catches your attention.
As you look up to him new memories flood into place.
You've lived with Kieran for a few years now. Ever since he recruited you into his modeling/porn company.
He specialises in gay chav porn and modeling the latest outfits from Nike and Adidas. Those parties he always hosts? Not actually parties but drunken orgies.
You've been Kieran's favourite since he met you in the pub after you ditched college. Being his favourite means you're the only one that gets to be bred by him.
You look up to him with puppy dog eyes, he steps towards you rubbing his bulge.
It seems you're going to get a treat before the rest of the lads arrive.
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Sculptor
You're an artist exploring his canvas. With your lips locked, your hands wander from his perky ass, up his defined six pack to his juicy pecs, then to his razor sharp jaw. What a fine canvas to work with, a beautiful man with skin as smooth as a baby and a body akin to a Greek god.
You begin as you always do, with the face. You run your fingers run along his cheeks, making them swell. Your fingers brush across his jawline, softening it until it is no longer visible and leaving behind a double chin. You can feel hairs grow on his face, as his once clean shaven face grows a scruffy beard.
Your work on his face is nearly complete, leaving him unrecognizable from the man he was before. You can feel the fat in his cheeks and his chin as you make out. But this is only the beginning of your process. Next, your hands glide down to his shoulders, broadening them in the process. Then down to his arms, where you cover them in a thick layer of fat, making them look strong, yet soft. You then hold his hands in yours, making them grow until they look like stuffed sausages.
Your lips leave his and wander down his fattened neck and to his chest. His pecs swell as you kiss them, grow softer and softer as they sag under their own weight. Soon he's left with a pair of soft moobs with large nipples and a forest of hair covering them.
He seems too distracted to notice the manipulation of his body, so you move down to his stomach. You kiss his defined six pack, getting one last taste before changing them forever. His stomach quickly swells under the influence of your touch. It starts as a small belly, then it becomes a reasonable beer belly, before becoming the massive ball belly of an obese man. The hairy gut now hangs over his jockstrap, obscuring his lower body from his view. Your hands wrap around his side toward his back, growing thick love handles in the process. Your hands finally reach his ass, once light and perky, it now sagged under its immense weight and threatened to burst through his tiny jockstrap.
You fall to your knees, lift up his gut, and pull down his jock. His dick has almost completely been engulfed by his fat pad, but it's enough to work with. You take him into your mouth. You feel his once modest cock begin to grow, multiplying in size in the matter of seconds. You struggle to keep the nearly pop can sized dick in your mouth until you feel a warm liquid coat the back of your throat.
He may be done, but your job is not over. Your hands rub his thighs, making them fatten and fatten. His muscly thighs got covered in a thick layer of fat, making him have to spread them to avoid them rubbing together. His calves meet a similar fate as you move to his feet, making them grow at least six sizes.
You look up at your finished artwork, proud of what you've accomplished. Some may have said he was more beautiful before, but you disagree. You hold his gut in your hands and give it a kiss, ready to move on to your next canvas.
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Hey, is it still open ? If it is, I've got something to ask.
See, the university that I attend is apparently quite focused on sports, when compared to degrees such as mine in linguistics. It means that, on my way to class, I see a lot of hot men with great hairstyles, and I've always felt a bit jealous at that. Don't get me wrong, I love the eyecandy, but it always made me wonder what would happen if, one day, I entered the wrong building.
Could you help me to see what would happen ? Just as an experiment, of course, I want to go back to my degree nice and easy after that...
Team Player
Linguistics? Oh dear, oh dear. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you won’t be getting anywhere with that. But don’t worry, I’m feeling generous today. Okay, listen up. It’s very simple, all you have to do is follow that hot jock with the gelled blond hair to the left. No, no, not the right, the left. Take note of his smile. The way he laughs at literally nothing. Why? Oh, no reason…
Whoops. The locker room you say? What a blunder. Egg on my face, I tell ya. But while you’re there, maybe it’s worth taking in the sights and….smells. Every step is like walking through the humid air of the jungle, a breeze of sweaty jockstraps assaults you from every direction as the Football team get changed. You fail to avert your eyes from their hot glistening bodies, the display of pure strength and testosterone.
The jock you followed in notices you, notices certain inadequacies that need amending if you’re gonna be on the team. The team? Yes, the team. That messy hair for one. You barely get the opportunity to argue as he sits you down and scrapes the clippers across your skull. The buzzing sound makes you shiver. An overwhelming lightheaded feeling allows him to easily tilt your head down and mow the back. Running his hands through what little remains as he gells it up into a spiky jock style. Patting your strapped rear and padded thighs as the dirty, preused tight leggings pull up your legs and cover your cupped crotch. Your mouth opens, opens before your brain has engaged, just hanging ajar for several seconds. “B—bro.” The word is more of a proclamation than anything else. You impulsively adjust your junk, a clear shadow visibly outlines where your big balls push the cup outward.
He tells you that the newbies are liable if the team loses. That would be you. Taking one…or many, so to speak, for the team is the accepted punishment. He tells you this while stroking at his own cupped groin, a rather large bulge growing as you swallow hard.
Before you know it, you’re completely kitted out in the heavy uniform, a thick helmet lowering over your head - silencing those niggling doubts in the back of your increasingly tiny, sports obsessed mind. It’s like a deprivation chamber for your head, your inner monologue being blocked. The only thing that matters to you now is the game.
The game.
The ball.
The team.
The… punishment.
The twitching of your cock and ass makes you wonder if losing would be all that bad. You stand up and admire yourself. You barely recognise what you see, uncontrollably getting turned on by your own appearance. Were your arms always that chunky, that tanned? Like prime cooked beef hanging from your wide shoulders. Looking like a proper jock boy…smelling like one too. Huhuh. You turn, smiling dimly back at your bro. Laughing out loud for a reason you don’t remember. Uhh, I’m sure it’ll come to you…eventually.
I mean, you’re just trying out something new, right? No harm done, you rationalise as you sprint and achieve your first touchdown, your memory of…le..lin….lingizztics? Completely knocked loose from your ‘bro’d out, empty head.
Of course, the team loses anyway. Though you, and the rest of the team have suspicions about how accidental your ‘fumbles’ really were. Never-mind, that didn’t matter so much anymore, not while the whole team form an orderly queue behind your bent over rear. Your blonde bro is first up, he spreads your sweaty cheeks wide, spits on your crack and lines himself up for the ‘shot’. “You ready to learn how to handle some balls dude?”
“Hell yeah brah!”
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Bull
William felt uncomfortable. He really had nothing against gays. But did his friends really have to take him to this fetish place? It wasn't that he disliked leather guys, skinheads and latex lovers. But he felt completely out of place in a suit, shirt and tie. And now his friends had disappeared into some darkroom and he stood alone at the bar, smiled at from all sides. He ordered a beer and was surprised to discover that his cufflinks had disappeared. He didn't notice that his right earlobe was pierced. Neither the ring through his left nipple. But somehow the back of his hand looked hairier than usual. It had to be the light.
William took a sip of the beer. Maybe he should at least loosen his tie. But there was no tie anymore. But there was a heavy chain hanging from his neck. Shit, was it because of that one sip of beer? Was he already drunk? He wanted to wipe his forehead with his handkerchief, but there was no handkerchief. Instead, both nipples were now pierced. And his shirt began to tighten over his chest. And his forehead was higher than usual. Where was his hair? William pushed his way to the bar to get a look in the mirror behind it. It was dark, he couldn't make out much, but obviously he was bald. Except for a short shorn strip on top of his head. And was the hair black? He was blond, after all. And how long had it been since he'd shaved. He reached for his chin and realized he had more than a three-day beard. Next to him stood a muscular young lad, naked except for his combat boots and camouflage pants. He toasted William and nodded at him appreciatively. Puzzled, Will lowered his gaze. Down at his undershirt. His shirt was gone. Instead, he wore a studded leather band on his right wrist. And in place of his wristwatch were two metal bracelets.
Meanwhile, the fella next to him had grabbed his left nipple and was playing with his piercing through the fabric of his T-shirt. "Respect," he let out. "Those are some massive rings." Will reached for his right nipple with his free hand. But instead of "What the hell is that?" a grunted "Everything on me is massive, kid" came out of his mouth. At that, his beard tickled him. Hell, yes, his beard was massive, too. And so were the two rings in his nose that had just been his collar stays. The hair on his chest was starting to grow through his t-shirt, which first turned black and then disappeared into thin air. Or rather, became some tribals barely visible under his fur. The fact that he looked totally ridiculous in his suit on bare skin didn't seem to occur to the man next to him. Just as little as Will noticed that his suit pants were tucked into high heavy leather boots.
The youngster next to him let go of his nipple and was about to put his hand down Will's pants. But in a flash Bill grabbed the lad's hand with his paw and growled at him that he had to earn his grip on his cock. Bill pressed his counterpart's head against his own and stuck his tongue deep down his throat. The jacket had turned into a leather shirt. "On your knees," Bull ordered. And the lad obeyed without hesitation. A drooling crowd had formed around the two. Full of anticipation of how the massive leather guy, who wasn't called Bull for nothing, was going to take on the young bodybuilder. Bull loosened his belt and unbuttoned his leather pants. And to the cheers of the crowd, he freed his massive cock from his jockstrap.
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Kinktober day 12
Jake Lockley + Rimming
I really didn’t know what to write with this so it’s somewhat shorter, hope yall enjoy though.
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Jake could feel drool gathering in his mouth as he watched (Y/N) move around the kitchen, the man wearing nothing but a tank top, a pair of white socks and a jockstrap in his favorite color. Jake tried to swallow the spit in his mouth as he watched his partner from the side of his eye, trying to not make it obvious was staring.
His gaze kept falling to his lover’s ass, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he thought about tasting him and licking him open against the kitchen counters. The tank top left very little to the imagination as it clung to (Y/N)s torso, his muscles visibly flexing as he moved around. (Y/N) must have felt the burning sensation of Jakes gaze as he turned to look over his shoulder, and shot a teasing grin at the man on the couch.
(Y/N) kept doing what he was doing in the kitchen, but he started leaning over more than necessary, his hips pointed in the direction of Jake who curses softly under his breath in Spanish. At some point (Y/N) lifts his leg and rests his knee up against on the handles on the lower cabinets, spreading himself open just enough to give Jake a minimal look.
Jake clenched his fists tightly in his lap as he grew harder, his brows furrowing and biting the inside of his cheek as (Y/N) showed himself off like that. (Y/N) wiggled his hips a little as he hummed some song to himself, as if he was dancing to whatever song he had in his head and was trying to hum. This was the last straw for Jake who lunged off the couch and charged over, dropping to his knees and almost skidding towards his lover.
(Y/N) laughed at how desperate Jake seemed to be, but it was quickly cut off as Jake slid down behind him and grabbed the back of his thighs and pushed him forwards into the cabinets. The standing man stopped moving when he felt Jakes hands sneak their way up onto his cheeks before spreading them open, (Y/N) gasping softly as his hole was revealed to the cold air.
(Y/N) moaned softly when Jake pressed his face in close, dragging his tongue over the puckered hole, the man moaning at the taste as he flattened his tongue and pressed even closer. (Y/N) made soft noises as he reached down to grope his hardening length through the fabric of the jockstrap, massaging the body part as Jake started licking away at his hole, pleased noises leaving the man as if rimming his boyfriend was the best thing in the world.
Jake moved one of his hands down to grab (Y/N)s thigh, rucking it up until he was resting his knee against the countertop, the movement making the other man gasp at the sudden movement and stretch but the discomfort was quickly forgotten as Jake wriggled his tongue inside. (Y/N) leant forwards and supported his weight with his free arm, still rubbing at his crotch with the other, a wet spot starting to gather on the fabric.
Jake pressed his tongue in deeper and moaned at the taste, rubbing his hands up and down his partners thighs which quivered at the attention from jakes hands and tongue. When (Y/N)s whimpers started rising in volume and he started moving the hand on his cock faster, Jake reached up to push (Y/N)s hand away so he could shove the small piece of fabric that counted as underwear away and wrap it around his boyfriends now free cock.
A loud moan left (Y/N) as Jake started jerking him off, his hips thrusting forwards into his hand but also twitching back towards his tongue. Reaching behind him, (Y/N) buried his fingers in Jakes hair and pulled him closer, heat gathering in his abdomen. When (Y/N) came it splattered against the cupboards, streaking white across the wood and on Jakes fingers, a loud breathless groan leaving the man as he finished.
Slowly removing his tongue, Jake pressed kisses against his lovers lower back as he panted above him, trying to catch his breath. Jake tucked (Y/N)s softening length back into the pouch of fabric that had covered him earlier and pushed himself to his feet, wrapping his arms around the other mans waist and leaning against his back, pressing soft kisses against his shoulder. “Don’t do that” (Y/N) snickered, playfully shoving at Jakes face and making comments about where his mouth had just been.
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Davis didn't care if his jockstrap showed through his white pants. He thought it was a sign that he was a smart and prepared jock. He always wore his cup in his jock to keep his balls safe and snug during the game.
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Dark Fields
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Of course I've heard of dark field generators before, in the same sense I've heard of general relativity. Some Spanish chick whose name I'm always forgetting was awarded the Nobel prize in physics for it, if I remember correctly. Lots of media circus around her, calling her "the new Einstein" and stuff. It's apparently a big deal to get a Nobel prize on your own, and she was like 30 or something. Dark field theory had something to do with all the dark matter in the universe no one could explain before, and while it took like 70 years from Einstein's theories to GPS navigation it only took a few years until dark field generators were put into satellites instead of gyroscopes. They kind of latch on onto the underlying fabric of space, or whatever nonsense it has been dumbed down to for us rubes.
I was quite surprised to hear from Scott that he had gotten some kinky gear with dark field generators integrated. On one hand it makes sense that new technology trickles down into porn very quickly, but on the other hand it felt like too advanced stuff to put into a butt plug or whatever it was integrated into. Scott wouldn't say, but asked me to come over on Friday to try it out. He didn't have to bribe me with such bullshit. I'd be there anyway if he asked.
He opened the door almost as soon as I knocked on it. He was visibly excited and obviously couldn't wait to put whatever plans he had in motion. "This is going to be so sick!" he said not really addressing me while we walked to his living room. There was a big cardboard box on the table and a pile of bubble wrap on the floor. He was just about to grab something out of the box when he looked back at me. "Oh! You still have clothes. You need to get naked. Completely naked." This really felt more like a science experiment than what we usually got together for on weekends. He wasn't trying at all to be sexy, but there was something charming in his childlike enthusiasm and I was getting real curious about what he had gotten his hands on.
"This is as naked I can be," I said dropping my jockstrap on top of the other clothes in the corner of his couch. "Try this. Should be your size," he said and handed me a black jockstrap in a material I couldn't quite identify. Some sort of latex, but heavier. It wasn't very flexible so it took some wiggling to get it on, but once there it did indeed fit me very well. "And this one," he said and handed me a pretty substantial collar. It felt very different, more like neoprene but still much heavier than expected. This wasn't the first time I'd had one on, so I knew how to adjust it to fit comfortably for a longer time. The fastening mechanism was a simple belt with holes punched out. No locks or anything. "And these. Put them just below your knees. Almost done," he said and handed me two smaller versions of the collar in the same material. I did as he said and secured them both just below the knees. "Finally these around your wrists," he said as he pulled out the two even smaller version of the same thing. I quickly secured them around my arms, now familiar with how they felt to work with.
"So what is this? Have you bought some hooks or something to tie me up to?" I asked, moving around a bit to test how it felt. The restraints felt strangely heavy to wear. "No, even better. I told you already." He grabbed his phone off the table and unlocked it. "Make a heroic pose for me." I wasn't sure what he meant, but I placed my feet a bit apart turned my chest a bit. Before I could finish posing he swiped something on the screen and everything just froze. I could still move my head, my fingers, my toes, and so on, but each of the black restraints were firmly locked in place.
"What the fuck!" There was some flexibility in the padding of the restraints, but otherwise there was no give at all. I understood why the leg restraints shouldn't be by the ankles. Like this they, together with the rest of the restraints, fully took all of my weight. I could relax all muscles in my body and still be pretty much in the same position, save for the chest that rotated back a bit.
He was grinning from ear to ear. "Dark field generators, as I said. How does it feel? Any straining?" I tilted the foot that wasn't fully planted up and lost contact with the floor on that side, but didn't just fall to the side, held in place as I was by the restraints. "It's actually almost comfortable."
"Great! I'll be back with some gear. Clamps and oils and vibrators and shit. The charge should hold until Sunday, easily."
Well, I did know what I walked into. Kinda.
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Like many people, Dylan was a big fan of social media. He love posting pictures of himself and frequently updated his many followers on what he was doing each and every day. Recently, there was a new craze sweeping many of his fans. It was some silly before and after photo deal, where you uploaded a picture of yourself through this app called GrizzleMe. It showed what you would look like if you hit the gym hard, let your body hair grow out, and got a little rougher. Dylan decided to try it out at the behest of several of his ardent fans who had tried it themselves. He took a picture of himself in front of the mirror before running it through the filter. As soon as he hit the button to upload, he felt a stinging pain in his stomach. As the progress meter slowly filled up, showing what he would look like with the filter, his current body began matching the changes. He piled on muscle, his shoulders broadening. His once smooth body soon became covered with hair. His skin tanned to better show off his progress at the gym. A large tattoo formed over his shoulder, and several more on his back and sides. His beard grew in nice and thick, and his hair adjusted to match. The measly pair of compression shorts he was wearing morphed into a bright red jockstrap, just barely visible above a pair of sweatpants. He felt his junk grow, better filling the pouch, and then a wave of nausea flew through him. He no longer remembering himself as Dylan, a barista attending community college. Now the new Dylan was in amateur powerlifter who spent his weekends finding horny frat boy types who couldn’t bend over fast enough to take his thick dick up their ass. The photo errored out at 99% completion, but Dylan knew he didn’t need the app. He simply took his phone and snapped a new selfie of himself, putting the photos side-by-side and praising the editing wonders of GrizzleMe. He encouraged as many of his followers as he could to try it out too, and he couldn’t wait to see how many other guys would turn into sexy bear just like him.
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Look I am thinking very very hard about the blue gumball son of a bitch that is Dottore. Mainly how sure that man wears a body harness and maybe even garters for his socks, but no I want to take it further, make him SLUTTIER!
Body harness? Not today, today that man is going to wear a set of pretty strappy lingerie, in black and rose gold with clips and chains so it jingles as he walks.
From under the open section of his shirt you can catch the tops of the bralette cups, a string of rose gold chain links running across his collarbones, his shoulders shifting constantly as the elastic of the straps moves when he makes wide gestures. His normal belt forsaken as the set he is wearing has not only panties but a separate garter for the stockings he is wearing instead of socks, the band at his waist just barely visible with every stretch, he has to tuck his shirt back in constantly else his underlings and other segments see what their prime is wearing under his uniform today.
I want him to feel the straps of the underwear pres against the sides of his ass, so close to a jockstrap if only it wasn't for the small button clasps keeping the gusset of the panties closed just shy of his hole.
I WANT TO MAKE THIS MAN A NASTY LITTLE SISSY UNDER ALL THAT PISS AND VINEGAR!!
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hairy rimjob with spit trail leading from hole to jockstrap and balls visible from the bottom of the shot dot jpg
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some mk1 underwear preference hcs & dick hcs
content warnings and other notes at top, just below cut
post discusses genitals, underwear, nonhuman anatomy, sex (mentioned briefly for the most part). breeding and eggs are mentioned for the last two characters as they're non-human but it's more in an informative way than a kink way. like i'm explaining how their parts work to some degree, not getting into raunchy details
+ i skipped size descriptions unless i had a particular thought/generally everyone's average size wise unless it's stated otherwise bc we love all sizes here. like i considered making a small to large graph but i feel like people would assume i put some characters in certain places for like? joke reasons? like haha he has the smallest dick of (x group of characters) but it's just a personal hc and i love small dicks so i just skipped it so people wouldn't assume i think it's a bad thing
+ i imagine all of them in some elaborate polycule (+ the girls too) so any mention of a ship here is also with the intention of p much everyone else being there too lol/don't feel boxed in if i mention a ship you don't like bc you can either ignore it or add it in addition to the ship you do like
Johnny
probably the only circumcised one of the group? it's not as common where the other guys are from--even considering the czech republic vs the states/it's more common in the US--so that's what i'm going with i think
def waxes his body hair for the most part but when he does more directing than acting or has a break in contracts, he just trims it
has a bit of a natural tan and will sunbathe on his property nude so the tan is even everywhere. doesn't do it as often or at all post... everything bc he's like i had four random visitors to my mansion, i'm not risking having that happen but having my cock out for it
has a single mole on one testicle
used to wearing compression underwear and or a cup for films/stunts so it's a common part of his wardrobe
prefers jockstraps (like i hc most of these guys to have worn jocks for athletic things but johnny also prefers them outside of that) but wears loose leg boxers around the house/in the mornings before he gets ready or chills in them all day if he's not going out
Kenshi
some freckles below his belly button
def has a hanabira-style of scarification right above the cock although i'm not set on the design
most likely something that'd go with his tattoos so it could fall into the category of plants/flowers but i can't make out his tats super well LOL so i'm not sure what would work
suchin is thai so she wouldn't have a family symbol for him to use but i think it'd be cool for kenshi to have something inspired by her almost signifying concealed but true devotion to her vs visible but false devotion to the yakuza
trims his pubes but struggles with it more after becoming blind because (hc abt how ancestor's sight work) yeah he can whip out sento but he reserves that for fighting or for like. staring at johnny/needing to see his or someone else's facial expression, not for every everyday thing (like he'll use a cane to walk around in public, he gets captioning for films, he asks people to describe things, johnny's place is redesigned so it works better with his needs, etc)
plus i like to hc that yeah he can see with it but sometimes it's outlines, sometimes it's flashes of vision that can give him headaches, and even if it were perfect sight, he can't have sento in public for the most part
hairier than the others (minus kuai liang) and always has stubble on his face but is still closer to average
in comparison to johnny wearing loose boxers around the house, he'll just go for sweatpants which seems like the more conservative option until johnny catches him--known modest dresser kenshi takahashi--shifting the waistband and johnny realizes he's not wearing underwear at all
really does like going commando but only really does it alone or around partners--usually sticks to long leg boxers instead
please god though, give us a reason to imagine this man in a fundoshi
Raiden
trims, doesn't have a lot of body hair anyways
real pretty, decently long and girthy, real smooth--a cock that really fills the senses (the whole mouth, musk in the nose and sinuses, taste sticks around for a while)
inexperienced in using it though which is totally fine but he feels especially embarrassed having such a pretty cock with heft to it--like he feels like he should be an expert on sex or else it's wasted (which like. dude that's ur cock it's ur body, that's it lol)
prefers briefs bc he's cute
Kung Lao
trims but doesn't have a lot of body hair anyways
some nice veins, girthier than Raiden but slightly shorter. no dick measuring contests here but definitely a lot of handjobs between best bros so they know each other like the backs of their hands. like the insides of their hands. like the hands they use for handjobs
like i don't really care to write in dick size envy in here anyways but he sees raiden freeze up in sexual situations and is comfortable with having a more average size in comparison without the fear of expectation tacked on to a larger size lol
wears short leg boxer briefs when working, wears nothing when not working
Liu Kang
i wanna say hung like a stallion but also he does so many backflips he 100% wears compression underwear. and anyone who asks is like oh is it bc ur a god that u have a big dick? and he's like ah no i just look like this. he's shy about it
i can't find any accurate info on chinese underwear without western influence so hey it's compression underwear while fighting and nothing the rest of the time i guess
Baraka
i write Tarkat AU wise to be like Mileena's where it's not always noticeable or flaring up SO if i keep with that hc, i can see him having some scarring, as he does everywhere else (think if Mileena's mouth switched between the Tarkat style teeth and a slit-mouth style scarring on her uninfected face) so there's that kind of lumpy scarring and the associated pain with it but (again if we go with Tarkat flaring up, like a chronic pain situation) he's able to have sex and not be in pain sometimes, other nights it's not as possible
think a jacob's ladder piercing would be really cool on him!
loose leg boxers are ideal as it keeps off the skin (i feel like Tarkat is supposed to be blood-related or fluid-related? like the risk in battle would be blood contact BUT we're shown ppl itching a lot--like ok i know it's not explained at all but i can see him having skin sensitivity so loose fitting garments would be most comfortable for him)
Bi-Han
foreskin stays on tight even when hard
really sensitive frenulum
thin-ish cock
trims his pubes, has a bit more body hair than, say, kung lao and raiden, but generally is average or slightly lower than that in that regard. like more than tomas too and it's more noticeable on him than on someone like johnny but kenshi's hairier
prefers shorter leg boxers, closer to briefs
Kuai Liang
so much of him is covered in hair (sideburns, always has stubble, thick hair on his head whereas bi-han's is thinner, chest hair, noticeable hair on the fingers/toes whereas it isn't for bi-han or tomas) and this is esp true below the belt (thick happy trail, pubes extend between the legs,)
dick specific, has a prince albert piercing (still accounting for foreskin though). a secret joy
doesn't trim the majority of his body hair (only keeps his face shaved and even then, he always has neck stubble + neck pigmentation + shaving scars there too) but also notices how prevalent it is and is shy about it if he thinks too hard about it
prefers longer leg boxers and long, thermal ones in winter--generally goes the modest route unless encouraged to branch out (cough cough hanging out w johnny hc where johnny goads him into wearing a jock he's like uh? does it suit me alright? and jc is like -lowers glasses- uh yeah i--Damn)
Tomas
really soft skin, maybe a nice vein or two
hair is not super visible due to the color and he's smoother than the other two anyways
prefers briefs as the resident european man. definitely opts for like, swimming trunks though in a beach situation and the guys are def like (aw i wanted to see him in a speedo :/)
Syzoth
the softest skin, small cock (smallest of the group too) and perfect, round balls
nice to play with the shaft between two fingers as it's a really compact, neat size
yeah in his zaterran form, he gains some length and size, making knotting + egg laying easier/more possible, but he's still not as well-endowed as other zaterrans/his human form is still him so small dick it is!!
plus, when he shifts form, he can almost rotate between options? he can have a cock only, a cock/vagina combo, a cloaca instead of anything else--pretty much any combination of things he wants depending on how he wants to play it
doesn't like a lot of fabrics so unless he's staying with company and will wear loose leg boxers, he doesn't wear anything under his clothes
i think he'd look especially good in a thong but considering how that item fits (always manages to get in the crack of your ass, doesn't have to be super tight but might not always be the most comfortable bc of how it falls) i think he'd have too many sensory issues to wear one
BONUS
Ashrah
i give her shapeshifting powers too and always hc that with that, anything someone shifts into will be like, what suits their body? like she can't change the heft/length as it's predetermined sort of? the shapeshifting part is in the changing of type, not the appearance beyond that? like syzoth can shift but it's between two predetermined forms. like that
is the biggest, thickest, and heaviest out of everyone. she's not human and it's apparent in the shape, pattern, function, etc.
matte black with tan spot patterns, has three bulbous swells? ridges? at the end which aids in the production of fluid and eventually the shaping of eggs
she initially can't lay eggs but is researching this like magic (like how smoke could learn practical magic--it's not impossible) to breed syzoth
he doesn't get that experience as a zaterran due to being cast out (i can see any zaterran switching between breeding and being bred when it's mating season) so while he can breed others to some extent, although it won't take unless they're another zaterran, he can't be bred in that way by anyone
he experiences some grief in missing out on that exact experience either in breeding someone with the intent to have kids (like he doesn't want a family rn but does want kids eventually and it hurts not knowing if it'll ever be possible with any of his partners) or being bred either for fulfilling a heat or for having kids
so ashrah kind of spearheads this search towards like. is there a way for me to do that for him, how would that work, how can i involve the others in on this whether it's through moral support/vocal support/comforting presences or using magic to SLIGHTLY AND TEMPORARILY morph their physiology in some ways (not eggs in this case but knots/girth)
it's curious and fun and interesting and a longer discussion for another post ^^;
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When you wrestled did you wear anything under your singlet? Most wrestlers have incredible vpl so it seems most don’t.
The crazy thing is that most guys DO wear something under singlets and it still shows off a lot. Normally, you can see a line of either compression shorts or a jock. Usually, if a guy isn't wearing anything under--and i don't know what to call this-- but you can see like the balls sort of hanging out more, since there's nothing to support them. The balls are the main reason we would wear something underneath also, not really to hide but with so much contact, you don't want to have the boys loose and risk being weakened and losing by ball shots lol.
Like 6-8th grade, I didn't really wear anything under but in HS I wore a jockstrap. There are a lot of 'embarrassing' photos of me in middle school very much exposed. 🥵😂😂
Also, I just preferred the feel of a jock under as opposed to compression shorts however, that also made very visible the hole sweat 😂🥵🥵
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Designer Jockstrap
My final piece of pin-up inspired CC for Pride month. 🌈
Lots more preview pics on Pillowfort.
I frankensteined this together using textures from a few different EA pieces, and the back texture is from a jockstrap I downloaded years ago from sexysims. Actually, I think there is only one jockstrap on that entire site, and it’s very nice. But I wanted something more modern looking, so I made this.
4 recolorable areas. Categorized for everyday, athletic, sleepwear, swimwear, and career. Wear this anywhere and everywhere. Simlish text on the waistband inspired by Andrew Christian, Box, Calvin Klein, Chromatica, Diesel, Marco Marco, Nike, PUMP!, and Savage X Fenty. You can easily add your own brands too.
Features a visible bulge and a slightly perkier butt than the EA default.
Download: simfileshare / mega
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Chronivac - The right wing
How I hate these people. Old white men. Out of their mouths come only misanthropic slogans. In passing I hear them making fun of me. Miserable faggot, the only thing they can do is pump up their bodies, fuck and take away the good jobs from honest men. This is just the opportunity to try out the new beta version of my Chronivac, isn't it?
The cool thing about the new version is that you no longer have multiple choice, but free form. And based on the latest changes you get suggestions for phrasing. Let's go! First of all, the perception of change. None. Not by the changed person. Not by the environment. Then let's start at the core of masculinity, your dicks. Three, no better four centimeters more on each of you pissers. Each glans crowned with a powerful PA. And as soon as the skin of a man or leather touches the cock, there is a magnificent boner that disappears only when you cum. It doesn't matter if it's your skin or someone else's. To protect you from a permanent boner, you all wear a jockstrap as underpants. Fully pissed, fully jerked off.
You are all still standing there in the break with your coffee cup in your hand and have no idea what will soon happen here… What do I do with your bodies…? You're getting two years younger. Not much. But it is visible. Because for the past two years, you've been spending an hour or two every day at the gym. Your bellies are melting. Your asses are getting visibly firmer. And you only shower every third day. Cold. No shower gel. No deodorant. The passerby who walks past you turns up her nose. You are the best customers in your piercing and tattoo studio. But I am merciful. On your neck and wrists you see only rudiments. But on your arms and torsos are immortalized Tom-of-Finland orgies. And your nipples suffer under the weight of mighty rings. You go to the hairdresser every day. First action of the day. Smoke a cigar. And the sides and the neck are shaved out. The bull's neck at least fits your Nazi attitude. Body hair? Let's mix it up a bit. Two of you will become magnificent bears. Fur on chest, shoulders, back… everywhere! It's a pity about your tattoos. We'd better change them into bold tribals. Two of you will get fur worthy of a Colt star. Perfectly trimmed chest hair. And the youngest of you has not a single hair on his body. Smooth as a baby's bottom.
And now have fun with your new clothes. The new leather clothes fit perfectly. The leather creaks with every movement. And together with your body odor, a cloud of fragrance forms around you that I get a hard-on just thinking about it. It's a pity that you are straight. Although you might have a hard time explaining that in the future.
Now let's change the accessories. Cigars in the breast pockets. Bottle of poppers and condoms you all have with you too. And instead of coffee cups, a bottle of beer in your hand. And three bottles of beer in the bladder. Damn, you have to piss urgently. But before you free your dicks, let's change the perception of the changes. Full awareness with you, full awareness with the environment. Have fun, lads!
@gayleatherubbermen, thank you for a hot inspiration.
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