Author: MagicFable

Unwelcome Guests

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‘30 minuets left and then I’m free’ was the only thought on Kyle’s mind as he finished up his shift at the hotel he worked at. He switched tabs on the computer as two people walked into the lobby, a couple of rough looking Latin thugs. One was tall with a chinstrap beard and a neck tattoo while the other was shorter, about 5’7, with a mustache that hadn’t grown in all the way. Both wore white shirts, khaki pants, Jordan’s, and black baseball hats.

Kyle didn’t have a problem with anybody based on their skin color, his best friend was Mexican after all, but these guys looked like trouble. And this wasn’t a cheap hotel to begin with. The cheapest room was over 300 bucks tonight and people who paid that much didn’t want trouble.

He put on his most professional face and began treating these thugs with the same surface level of respect he gave all customers. In his normal artificially cheery voice he asked “How may I help you tonight?” and awaited the standard response that he knew was coming.

“You have a room, man?” came the response from the taller one as he leaned on the counter. The collar on his oversized shirt opened as he bent down a little revealing a well worked chest but a small gut and lots of tattoos. “We need a place to crash tonight.”

“I don’t have any rooms with two beds tonight, unfortunately, but we do have a room with a king bed.” Kyle lied. He couldn’t outright tell them to leave because they hadn’t done anything yet, but he could try to make it sound unappealing.

“That’ll do, homes. We just need a bed. My boy and I don’t mind cuddling if it’s on a good bed.” was the response from the shorter guy. He also started leaning close and stared at Kyle with an intense gaze.

“Sounds good” Kyle lied again. Thus far these thugs were being stubborn. That normally drove away a questionable group, the idea of sharing a bed. These guys were determined though. Kyle mentally sighed and moved onto the next phase. “Tonight that room is coming to 359 plus tax.” Kyle neglected to mention that that also included breakfast in the morning, but it’s ok because he needed them gone.

The taller one responded with“Shit bro that’s too much.”, before looking at the shorter thug and nodding towards the door.

The shorter guy continued to look at Kyle before putting out his hand to shake Kyle’s. “Thanks for the help anyway homie.”

Kyle fulfilled his duty and shook his hand, making a mental note to wash it once he got off work. A small electric shock hit Kyle’s hand and slowly worked up to his head. Right before the thugs had walked out the door he shouted, “You know, I may be able to work something out tonight since it’s late.”

The back of his mind was horrored, why had he said that. He was trying to get rid of them, not get them into the hotel. Before he could act the thugs were back at the counter, leaning over again a little closer. “How about 159?” came from Kyle’s mouth before he could stop it. Kyle didn’t know what was happening, this was seriously bad.

The tall one responded again with “Sounds good bro, thanks” before reaching for his wallet and giving Kyle an ID and a prepaid card.

Kyle had another mental sigh as he saw the card. He couldn’t accept prepaid cards so he could still get ride of them. In a cool and well rehearsed voice he gave his trump card, “Unfortunately I can’t accept prepaid cards, guys.”

The sorter thug reaches forwards to grab the cards and brushed Kyle’s hand a little. Another shock hit Kyle’s hand and quickly worked its way to his brain. In horror, Kyle heard himself say “Actually, I can make a one time exception. You guys look tired after all.” He couldn’t comprehend how this was happening. Was he trying to get himself fired?

Against his better judgment, Kyle’s hands quickly made the reservation and checked them in, breaking every important rule in the process.

“Thanks so much homie!” broke Kyle’s internal screaming. The taller thug continued “This is Juan and I’m Hector. Why don’t you join us for a drink when you get off?” A devilish grin had appeared on both Hector’s and Juan’s face as the offer was made.

“Sure, I’m off at 11.” dropped out of Kyle’s mouth, still terrified and confused about why he was doing all this.

11pm arrived and Kyle did the pass down for the next shift. After a long day he was ready to head home. Kyle absent mindlessly walked out to his car, thinking about how weird the day was. He looked up, and realized he was standing in front of the two thugs hotel room. Shocked, he turned to walk away when the door opened.

“Told you he would come, bro.” came one of the thugs and grabbed Kyle by the arm and dragged him inside. They threw him into a chair and handed him a can of Tecate beer. “Drink up, man.”

Kyle’s arm began rising to bring the can to his lips and the cheap beer started pour into his mouth and down his throat. The alcohol quickly puts a haze over his brain and he feels his thoughts begin to slow, his inhibitions fading, a warm fuzzy feeling slowly taking over. “So what’s up fellas?” escaped Kyle’s mouth, in a dumber tone that he normally has.

Hector responded in a cheerful tone, “Not much homie, just drinking, relaxing, and…” he trailed off while grabbing his growing bulge. Out of this corner of his eye, Kyle also saw that Juan grabbing his bulge as a shit-eating-grin appeared on his face.

The last corner of sobriety in Kyle’s brain screamed out in fear. What was he doing here? He as a girlfriend waiting for him at home. His arm once again moved on his own as he took another long drink, finishing the can. The alcohol spread further in his brain, silencing all doubts as another can was given to him. Kyle looked down and noticed that his own bulge was growing and chuckled. “Guess I’m having the same problem homies!” As he looked back up, he noticed that Juan was now standing right in front of him.

“Why don’t you help us out, bitch.” Juan reached over and grabbed Kyle’s free hand, another shock traveled up to his brain. Juan guided Kyle’s hand to the bulge in his khaki pants.

Kyle stroked it, drinking down the whole beer while he did. There was something very hot about these guys. And being called bitch only made his cock harder.

Juan let out a soft moan as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop and pulled off his shirt, leaving him in just his boxers. Juan spoke again, this time with more of a snarl, “Go on bitch, finish what you started.” before reaching both hands around to the back of Kyle’s head and guiding him in. Another massive spark jumped directly into Kyle’s brain.

Kyle’s nose was pressed deep into the musky bulge and he inhaled deeply. This all felt right to him. Obeying his orders, stroking his cock, it all felt right. Kyle inhaled again and found that he loved the manly smell, the dominating personality, and being this guys bitch. He dropped the can and reached up to pull Juan’s boxers down. A thick 11 inch uncut cock bounced in front of him as he quickly pulled the boxers down. Kyle was amazed for a moment. This dark cock looked so powerful and manly.

Juan stopped Kyle before he could try kissing the head. “You’re a good submissive bitch alright.” He moved his hand down and slapped Kyle in the face several times with his hard cock. “You want my cock bitch? What do you say to get it?”

Kyle hesitantly pleated, “Please let me suck your cock.”

Juan slapped him in the face again, much harder this time. “What else puta?”

Kyle desperately pleated, “Please let me suck your cock! I’ll be…I’ll be your bitch. You can do whatever you want with me, but please let me suck your cock!” Kyle was desperate at this point. He needed to suck this cock now.

Juan grabbed Kyle’s head and forced it all the way down his big cock. It hurt and was uncomfortable, but Kyle was amazingly able to do it. Juan began facefucking Kyle. Waves of pleasure washed over Kyle’s brain as his mouth was used like a hole. Abruptly, Juan pulled Kyle off his cock and ordered him to strip. Kyle ripped off his clothes and knelled in front of Juan’s cock, waiting for permission to start again.

“How big is your dick bitch?” Juan asked while moving Kyle’s cock around with his foot.

“About 6 inches” Kyle instantly responded.

“Good to know. Hey Hector, remember that for me, bro. I love to know the starting point homie.” Juan grabbed Kyle’s head, frying even more of the remaining cells. He had to make sure he changed enough before Kyle sobered up. “Get back to work bitch.” he snarled again.

Kyle began eagerly worshiping the large brown cock in front of him, letting Juan guide him exactly how he wanted. Juan suddenly came in Kyle’s mouth, letting the cum wash over his tongue. Kyle also came, sending a large load across the room. He then looked up and swallowed all of Juan’s seed, making sure to look him in the eyes while he did. His stomach started to feel warm, like he just had a tequila shot. A new wave of pleasure races through his head, the feeling of everything being as it should shortly following. Kyle finally looked down and noticed his own cock looked…different. He wasn’t sure how, but his cock definitely was different.

Juan walked over to the bed and collapsed, exhausted form the intense load he just gave Kyle. Kyle then looked over to find Hector, stroking his cock through his boxers and enjoying the show. He instinctively crawled over to Hector and knelled in front of him.

“You picked out a good bitch, Juan. He’s already ready for more, bro. Go on puta, get to work.”

Kyle immediately burred his face into Hector’s boxers and deeply inhaled his manly scent. It was different than Juan’s, but just as erotic to Kyle’s fried brain. He then reached into Hector’s boxers and pulled out his cock, a thick 12 inch uncut cock that was already leaking pre. Instinctively, he licked the head under the foreskin and heard Hector let out a deep carnal moan.

“Oh fuck, just like that puta.” Hector moaned and thrust his cock deeper into Kyle’s warm mouth. Kyle obliged and worked the large cock deep into his throat, noting how it didn’t hurt this time.

Kyle’s head returned to a haze of pleasure as Hector began fucking his face without a second thought about him. To Kyle, this was heaven, being these thugs fuck toy.

Hector quickly pulled Kyle off his cock and let his cum fly directly into Kyle’s open and eager mouth. To Kyle’s supersize, his cock shot another huge load as he happily swallowed the new load of cum he just received.

Looking down, Kyle realized what was different about his cock, it was larger. Not only that, he had regrown his foreskin and it was a much darker color than it used to be. Not quite as dark as Hector’s or Juan’s, but close.

Hector leaned back in the chair as tried to catch his breath. “Fuck Juan, this puta has such a fine mouth.”

Kyle felt pride at hearing this. He was happy that he could pleasure these Latin studs.

Abruptly, Juan grabbed Kyle by the hair and thew him on the bed, leaving his ass open and vulnerable. “Alright bitch, your cono is mine now.” he spread Kyle’s ass and began eating it out, probing his tongue deep into Kyle’s virgin hole.

Kyle let out a high moan as he felt the pleasure of having his ass filled. A new desire began building in his fried head, he needed more. He arched his back and began moving his hips in tandem to Juan’s tongue before feeling Juan’s face pull away.

Juan lined up his big cock to Kyle’s hole and began slowly pushing it inside the tight but welcoming ass. Kyle moaned deeper, as he felt his ass being penetrated deeper and deeper until Juan’s hips were pressed hard against him. Juan grabbed Kyle’s hips and began thrusting hard, enjoying the tight hole that invited him in deeper.

Kyle’s ass began to feel warm as Juan’s pre started lining his hole. It slowly spread out across his body and he felt himself changing. His ass was growing bigger and firmer, his legs grew more muscular, his stomach tightened up, and his chest and arms blowing up. The feeling was so intense that it left Kyle in a haze of pleasure.

Kyle felt Juan thrust one last time and he pushed his ass back as far as he could, trying to get the Latin studs cock as deep into him as he could. Juan’s cock erupted, sending a large load deep into Kyle’s ass as Kyle’s own cock shot another large load.

Juan slowly pulled out and grabbed Kyle’s hair to guide it to his cock. Kyle didn’t hesitate to take the cock into his mouth to clean off the cum. Kyle took extra care to clean the loose foreskin. He then collapsed on the bed and stared up at the feeling, savoring the bliss and pleasure that he was feeling. His cock still throbbing and refusing to go down.

Kyle’s legs started to rise as he looked down to see Hector grinning and lining his cock up to Kyle’s hole.

“Ready?” Hector asked before thrusting his cock in, not waiting for an answer.

Kyle moaned and tightened his ass around Hector’s cock. His head was once again swimming in blissful pleasure as he felt his memories change. Slowly his life of living in a wealthier white neighborhood changed to a one of a poorer Latin neighborhood. Spanish became his first language, his 3 years of college were replaced with being a low end gang member, and memories of his girlfriend shifted into fucking around with his best homies Juan and Hector.

Hector bent down and started kissing Kyle without removing his cock and loved the taste of cum in his mouth. Abruptly he pulled away and grunted as he let his cum fly in Kyle’s already messy ass. Looking down, he saw Kyle, no Domingo, had shot another huge load of cum all over himself. “Damn Domingo, you always have the best ass homie.” before slapping Domingo’s ass.

Kyle’s brain accepted his new name. The last that was Kyle was shot out of his cock, all that was left was Domingo, a Latin thug who’s always ready to fuck, drink, and make a quick buck with his homies.

Strong as an Ass

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Justin was a nerdy 22 year old college student, shaggy and unkempt brown hair, thick glasses, average height, and packing a belly that had gotten out of hand. Justin wanted a change, he was tired of being overweight and ignored by all women, and decided that working out would be a good place to try next.

Justin followed his normal methods of information gathering before starting a new assignment, a trip by the used book store. He admittedly knew nothing about working out nor healthy dieting. His first attempts at weight loss were largely fad diets that had ended with no change to his waist line or him actually putting on more weight. With any luck, The used book store would have something that would actually help.

After browsing for a good hour, and finding some great science fiction books he’d been eyeing, Justin made his way to nutrition and exercise section. Before him stood a wall of books covered with pictures of men and women in amazing shape, body builders, sports professionals, and plenty of books by “doctors” claiming to offer quick results. The sight was overwhelming at first, largely because it was Justin’s first time in his section. He didn’t know where to even start. A large brown book with strange writing stuck out. It felt like it didn’t belong here and it looked older than any of the sci-fi books that he had read.

Out of curiosity, he grabbed it and held it in his hands. Opening it, he instantly realized it was a non English book. Dismayed, he flipped through the pages to look for any illustrations that may be useful even if the words weren’t. As he flipped through, he noticed that a page was in English.

It appeared to be a recipe for a protein bar, one that claimed to make someone as strong as an ass. Justin loved every word of it but the last which confused him. ‘Strong as an ass? Like a donkey?’ Hoping his assumption was correct and the recipe would help him build muscle, he bought the book and went home.

In his kitchen, Justin started reading the ingredients. This turned out to be a challenging task because for some reason he could only read one line at a time and it took his eyes a second to understand the words when he looked at them. Justin paid this no mind though, he was probably more tired than he thought he was and he was making progress.

Once he finally finished the list, he realized that he had all of the ingredients handy, even the more unusual ones like dry grass and sweat from a gym sock, which his jock roommate could provide. He got to work mixing the ingredients, anxious to try it out. The final instruction was weird but strangely it turned him on, the book told Justin that when forming the bars and while baking them, he must be wearing nothing but a dirty gym jock. Justin had already realized that he was working with magic, but why a dirty jock? The point wasn’t important, if Justin wanted this to work, which he really wanted, he would have to follow all the instructions.

After returning from his jock roommates room for a second time, Justin stripped off his clothes and put on the dirty and smelly jock. Despite being grossed out, Justin formed the bars and placed them in the oven for 20 min. While they baked, Justin saw a small footnote that held a warning, “Warning: consumption may lead to addictive tendencies towards this item. Continued ingestion may lead to permanent alterations.”

Justin laughed, of course he wanted these changes to be permanent. If this worked, he probably would never want to return to being a weak nerd. And besides, he was starting to get used to wearing a dirty jock around the house.

Before he knew it, the timer on the oven sounded and Justin pulled out the bars. They didn’t look very edible, but how else is one supposed to get something without some sacrifice. Justin grabbed the first bar and began eating it, noting that it tasted a lot better than it looked. Even the strong taste of feet and cock didn’t bother him like he thought it would.

Justin quickly snapped a before picture, still wearing his roommates dirty jock, to keep as a before picture. Just after snapping the pic, he noticed that he was getting hard, very hard, and in fact his cock was growing. Before long it forced itself out of the jock, showing no signs of slowing down. Justin watched with amazement, not realized that it was now 20 in long and getting a flat head like a donkeys cock nor that this might be bad.

Justin opened his mouth to make a dumb comment on the growth, only to have a bray leave his mouth in stead of words. This too didn’t seem to bother him, if anything it turned him on more and convinced him to start stroking his now 29 inch donkey cock, letting out brays of pleasure as he did. Justin’s mind started growing fuzzy as he stroked. Memories of books, school, and other nerdy things began to disappear form his mind, slowly being replaced by the gym, being a donkey boy, and cock. Lots of cock. Cocks fucking his ass. Cocks going down his throat. And cocks lining up to fill his empty holes.

Justin’s ears started feeling weird next as they started growing pointy and hairy. Even this didn’t worry the horny Justin. What Justin did notice was that his muscles were growing, his fat was slowly melting away, hair was growing on his body making him more manly, or maybe more donkey. The latter seemed to turn him on more as he felt a tail start to grow over his ass.

The tail was too much for Justin and he felt himself buckle was he was about to cum. Another bray left his mouth as thick jets of donkey cum covered the mirror before him.

Justin breathed hard as he slowly regained his ability to speak, the tail and ears disappeared, the hair on his body started resembling human hair instead of fur, and his mind refilled with some of his old thoughts. His big donkey cock also shrank down to be about 10 inches, though still shaped like a donkey’s and Justin liked that.

The experience left Justin exhausted, way too tired to try eating another. He’d save the rest of them for a later date and besides, it was getting late and he needed to get some rest. An unusual thought crossed his mind though, his jock roommate Kevin would be home soon, and he was always looking for an ass to fuck. With any luck, Kevin would like Justin’s new and improved, though not perfect, body. This thought won Justin over and he went to lay on Kevin’s bed, waiting for the jock to come home and fuck him.

Alone in the Woods

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Walking through a thick forest in Montana, Luke felt alive. He loved the wilderness and everything in it. Luke hiked around the next bend, starting to look for a nice spot to set up camp for the night when, ‘bam’, he got hit on the back of the head hard and fell unconscious.

Luke woke up to find his hands and feet streaked out and restrained with his clothes missing. A cool breeze gently blowing across his naked body. He was still out in the wilderness, where exactly he didn’t know but the forest still appear to be somewhere in Montana. He looked up to see the moon looking bizarre.

“Holly shit!” slipped out under his breath as he saw the moon appear to be half white, like normal, and the other a moss green. Luke began to panic, his hear racing. ‘What the hell is going on?’ was the first question to run though his head as he desperately tried to break free of the crude leather restraints.

‘I have to get out of here!!’ was the last thought to run through his head before he heard a noise, perhaps a voice, no louder than a whisper. The noise scared him even more, making his heart race faster and every instinct in his body was telling him to not listen. Telling him not to hear whatever it was because nothing good could come of it but different, perhaps rational or desperate portion told him to see what it was. Maybe it was someone else out here, another backpacker or Search and Rescue personnel. Someone who could help him.

Luke stopped his fighting and strained to listen, straining to see if he could hear the sound again. A quiet but deep voice came though as a soft whisper, ‘Relax.’ It had a weird cadence and accent, almost like the speakers mouth was full. He wasn’t convinced that’s what it said so he tried to listen again. ‘Relax,’ came through again, followed by ‘Just relax, there’s no need to fight.’

The voice frightened Luke but at the same time weirdly comforted him. Luke wanted to hear more of it, just to confirm it was there was the excuse he used. ‘That’s it, just relax and listen to my voice’ a little louder this time. A new heavier tone mixed in, like the speaker was a huskier man. ‘Let my voice comfort you. Let it push out everything in your head except my voice.’

Luke had confirmed that yes he was hearing a voice and that it felt good to listen. Very good to listen. He didn’t want to fight the voice, he wanted to listen to it. He wanted to let the voice make him feel better. Luke felt his cock start to get hard as his head relaxed and felt pleasure.

‘My voice feels so good to you.’ the voice spoke again, continuing to grow louder as the speaker grew closer. ‘My voice is all there is, all that is important, all that matters.’

The speaker was now standing in front of Luke and the last of his functioning mind processed the creature before him. He was over nine foot tall with big broad shoulders. His jet black hair, cut like a Mohawk, contrasted against his moss green skin. Two tusks protruded form his lower jaw and his face seemed warn. Looking down his body, Luke noticed his chest, big and covered with hair that covered his whole torso, including his firm looking belly. Luke noted that he was wearing nothing but a roughly made pair of shorts that held a massive bulge that appeared to be growing.

Grabbing his crouch, the green man spoke again, ‘You want my cock. I am your master. You want my cock.’ Luke’s head accepted what he was told. This green man was his master, and he wanted master’s cock. ‘You are my slave. You worship Orcs. I am your Orc master.’ Luke held no fight left and masters words made sense. He was a slave to Orcs, especially to his master. Master was always right. Master spoke again, still groping his crouch, ‘What do you want slave?’

“Your cock Master!”, Luke yelled in desperate need. “I am your slave Master! Please let me worship your cock!” Luke needed his cock, more than he needed anything ever before.

Master spoke again using the same soothing voice, ‘Good. Open your mouth slave.’ Luke obeyed and opened his mouth wide as Master opened a water skin. A soft green glow emerged from the open container as Master slowly brought it to Luke’s mouth. ‘Drink’ was all Master had to say for Luke to gulp down the liquid.

A warm sensation began emanating form Luke’s stomach as he finished, green liquid dripping from his mouth. Waves of pleasure washed through his body as his memories began to be replaced. All the years of work, backpacking, life as a free man was replaced with Orc cock, a life of slavery to his master, and a love of worshiping Orcs.

Master commanded ‘Cum, cum and let the goo take over forever slave.’ and Luke’s cock twitched and began spraying cum and making him spasm form the best orgasm in Luke’s life. His cum started it’s normal white color before turning the same glowing green as the goo he drank.

After he finished, Luke’s eyes looked blank and dumb. Nothing of the old Luke was left, not even his name. Master untied Luke and he collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

Master pulled off his shorts, letting his large green orc cock bounce free in the night air. He scratched his balls and spoke, no longer in the relaxing tone, “Up slave.” Luke sprang to life and stood before Master. “Your name is now snaga.” and snaga nodded, accepting his new reality.

Grandpa’s Attic Pt 2 – Leather Dom

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Zack had just finished up a long day of cleaning out his grandfather’s old home and decided that he needed a break. Being a Saturday night, Zack went through a list of his favorite relaxing activities. He thought about going home to play some video games, watching a movie, or maybe going out for a drink with friends before he remembered, Grandpa’s chest was still in the attic. His last experience was fun but he wasn’t sure what brought his mind back to that. Regardless, Zack started to feel a string in his pants, his cock slowly coming to life at the thought of what new horny adventure that chest holds. Zack made up his mind and made his way to the attic.

After unlocking the chest, he quickly grabbed the letter and started reading this time. He used his phone to translate the foreign words so that he would have some idea what he was getting into this time and started thinking about what sounds good, in much the same way you read a menu at a restaurant. Some of the names were a little weird. The rope one he experienced last time was apparently Japanese bondage, there was rubber commands, and even commands for stuff he had no idea what it could be for. One specific command was funny because of how Power Rangers it sounded. ‘Leather dom go’ sounded ridiculous, until Zack realized he accidentally read it out loud, forgetting what would happen because of how ridiculous the name sounded.

Immediately, leather started flying from the chest. A leather hat, vest, chaps, jock, gloves and boots arranged themselves in the air to look exactly like someone was wearing them in a domineering posture. A deep and gravely voice began speaking in the room, “What are you doing wearing clothes boy?”

Zack was a little shocked. He knew that the chest had magical items but this was completely different from the last. Zack looked around for a moment to find out where the voice was coming from when it spoke again, “I said, what are you doing wearing clothes boy?!” in an angrier tone. Zack looked back and said “What?” not sure what to do.

The gloves grabbed Zack by the neck tight enough to get Zack’s attention but not enough to cut off breathing. “You will address me as Sir or Daddy boy! Is that clear?” the voice barked again. Zack nodded in agreement, a little scared and horny. “I can’t hear you boy.” came the voice again and slowly tightened its grip.

Zack was able to get out “Yes…I mean yes Sir” with a little struggle from the tight gloves. The gloves relaxed and Zack could breath easily again but they did not let go.

The voice again asked the question, “Now boy, tell me what you are doing wearing clothes?” Zack noticed how the leather moved. It moved as one fluid body, like there really was a leather dom wearing it.

Zack had never played the part of sub before, it was never something that he put any thought into. And he had given even less thought about being a sub for a man, but Zack realized that there was no way out, not until he came. The only way to do that is to follow along. “I don’t know Sir.” escaped his lips before he could stop it.

The leather glove mildly slapped Zack, not enough to cause serious pain but enough to get his attention, before completely letting go of him. Zack fell to his knees on the floor, a little intimidated by the magic leather. After a moment, one of the gloves gently grabbed Zack’s chin and raised it up so that Zack was looking at where a face would be under the leather cap. “I don’t like that answer boy. Now stand up and take your clothes off so Daddy can inspect you boy.”

Zack didn’t resist and took his clothes off, leaving them folded next to the chest, and turned back to the magic leather. One of the gloves gestured for him to turn around which Zack did without protesting. He heard the voice whistle, liking what it saw in Zack. When Zack was facing the leather again, it stepped forward and wrapped itself around Zack in a bear hug. Even though there was nothing holding the leather in place, Zack could feel an actual body in the leather. The warmth, the feeling of skin and hair, and the shapes were exactly what you would expect from a large but in shape man.

Zack wrapped his arms around the invisible body, that was at least 6 inches taller than Zack, as it held him tight. He looked up and could have swarm he saw movement as the voice asked in a softer voice, “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Zack answered with “Yes Sir.” without thinking and felt the gloves grab and squeeze his ass.

He let out a soft moan and felt his cock get hard again before the voice spoke again. “Yes you will boy” and let go of Zack. The leather then moved to the chest and grabbed several items, a pink jock and a leather harness. It handed him the harness and jock and ordered “Put these on boy.”

Zack did as he was told and felt surprisingly good while doing it. Once the jock and harness was on, he looked at himself, amazed at what he was wearing. The voice spoke again, “Turn around boy and close your eyes.” Zack again followed orders and turned around. He felt the leather behind him again as something leather and cold was placed around his neck.

“You may open your eyes.” the voice whispered in his ear. Zack opened his eyes to find a mirror floating in front of him and saw his reflection. There was a leather collar around his neck with a chain leash leading back to the glove. Zack had to admit to himself that this was hot. He saw a glove reach around him and grab his jock.

“Look at yourself boy. See that collar around your neck boy, that means you’re mine.” Zack moaned a little and felt the glove start to play with his cock while the other grabbed his ass. “That’s a good boy, moaning for daddy. Now, kiss Daddy and follow me boy.”

Zack kissed where he hoped the invisible mouth was and felt a fuzzy mustache and beard brush against his face. The gloves pulled Zack close again and started playing with his ass and playing with his hole, giving Zack an unusual feeling of pleasure. The invisible arms let him go before leading Zack over to a chair and sat down.

“Alright boy, on your knees.” the voice began ordering again. Zack once again followed the voices orders and got on his knees. “Good boy, start licking my jock.”

Zack moved between the leather chaps and started licking the jock. To Zack’s surprise, it smelled like it had been worn for several days, a very noticeable musk. The smell didn’t repulse him though, in fact he found that it was turning him on more. As he licked, he noticed that it started to tent with a wet spot forming at the end of what would have been a large hard cock.

Looking at it, the invisible cock must have been at least 8 inches and thick. Once it appeared to be fully hard, one of the gloves grabbed Zack’s hair and pulled him off the bulging jock while the other slipped the invisible cock out into the open. The the deep musk grew stronger and Zack could feel warmth radiating off the invisible cock.

The glove holding Zack’s head started pulling his face closer the the cock and began rubbing Zack’s face all over. After a minuet of having his face rubbed all over the invisible cock and balls, Zack felt the tip of the cock pressing against his lips. He didn’t fight back as the cock worked it’s way into Zack’s mouth and the commanding voice spoke again. “Watch the teeth boy.”

Zack was amazed, he wasn’t choking or gagging like girls had when they tried giving him a blowjob. His throat and mouth felt full, but he was able to maintain a good rhythm while having no problems breathing. Abruptly, the gloves grabbed the back of his head and pulled him all the way down as the invisible cock started throbbing more and the voice started grunting.

“Here comes your reward boy!” the voice yelled while grunting as the gloves face fucked Zack’s mouth before burying his face deep onto the cock and leaving it there. Zack could tell that cum started shooting out of the cock and down his throat. The feeling was intense as Zack felt himself cum without ever touching his cock he didn’t even realize he was hard.

When the gloves finally let go of Zack, he collapsed on the floor spent. The leather gear began to deflate and return to the chest. Zack could hear the voice speak again, “Good job boy. Next time that ass is going to be mine for good.”

Gradpa’s Attic Pt1

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Zack, a 30 year old office worker, was investigating the house he just inherited from his late grandfather. The 5 bedroom and 4 bath house just outside San Francisco would give Zack a good sum when he sold it to start his own business. Before he could do any of that though, he had to clean the house up a bit and move all of grandpa’s belonging out. He’d looked over the house and decided the best place to start was in the attic. It appeared to be full of mostly rubbish and It would let him get it done before summer started and he’d have to work with no A/C.

Zack started going through boxes, checking for anything sentimental or anything that would be valuable, when he noticed an old chest with a lock on it. Curious about what it could hold, Zack quickly went in search of the key. After a long search, he found the key and ran back upstairs to open the mysterious chest, hoping it was full of gold or stock certificates.

Zack quickly removed the lock and threw the lid open to discover… a large selection of sex toys. Zack was a little repulsed and questioned how well he actually knew his grandfather. He had never expected him to be into anything like this.

Zack pondered for a moment and hoped that this was a decoy and that there was a jewelry box beneath the ropes, leather, and other miscellaneous toys. He wasn’t able to find any jewelry, but he did find an envelope with a letter inside. Zack quickly read it, hoping this was a prank by his late grandpa. The first line held a warning, ‘What ever you do, do not speak the following allowed while the chest is open unless you are ready to accept the consequences.’

Zack didn’t know what to make of this. His head was spinning with questions, the biggest being what consequences could it be talking about. Continuing to read, the next line started with a series of what was either Chinese or Japanese, Zack couldn’t tell the difference, followed by gibberish in English characters ‘ropubondeji kassei-ka’. Trying to figure out what it meant and not believing anything would happen, he read it out loud.

The moment he finished reading the line, hemp ropes started unraveling and flying towards Zack’s body. The ends flew under his clothes and started wrapping around his body, tying itself into a tight body harness. Zack panicked, he didn’t understand what was going on but a picture was starting to form in his head. His didn’t initially yell out as the rope bound around him due to shock but when the rope started moving his body, taking off his clothes, Zack screamed out “Stop! No Wait! I didn’t mean to!”

The rope didn’t seem to take any notice to Zack’s protests, both physical and verbal, and continued forcing his clothes off. When all of his clothes were removed, more rope started flying towards him, binding him tighter, removing all motion. This left Zack in a beautifully knotted mess on the floor. Another series of ropes joined in He opened his mouth to yell out again, but before he could rope started wrapping around his head gagging him, making speech useless.

A cock ring then flew from the box and tightly wrapped around Zack”s cock and balls. It was tight enough to make it hard to get off but not tight enough to cause any serious damage. Zack, still able to move his head, looked down at it with horror as the last pieces clicked in his head for what was going on. This chest was playing out a BDSM scene with him as the victim. Zack started sweating as he felt the ring start to vibrate, bringing his previously soft cock to a full on erection.

Zack tried to fight back again, straining against the rope, trying to break free. Doing what ever he could to get out of this rope. Feeling if constrict around him. Feeling his muscles ache and burn against the rope. The cock ring, having gotten Zack throbbing at this point, started varying how intensely it vibrated. It worked to keep him just on the edge of cumming as Zack fought.

Zack’s attention shifted slightly with the cock ring’s new vibrating. He still wanted to get free, but he also wanted to just cum already. The ring was keeping him just on the edge. One stroke of his hand and he’d cum. That’s all he needed, one stroke, a tiny bit more stimulation. Zack fought to reach this new goal. Just to cum already so he could figure a way out of this.

After what felt like forever, Zack had no energy left, his muscles hurt, and he felt like he was going crazy. He was about to give up, when he felt the cock ring go crazy and give him exactly what he needed. It gave him that last little push to finally cum.

Zack moaned through the rope as he felt the most intense orgasm of his life send waves of pleasure through his body and rope after rope of cum shot from his cock. After Zack started to regain his senses, the cock ring stopped vibrating and removed itself from Zack followed by the ropes untying themselves and returning neatly to the chest. Zack grabbed the letter again, and looked it over. There had to be at least a dozen spells on it. Zack smiled an said “I guess I’ll have to try these out.”

Old Friends

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Aaron opens his eyes after seeing a bright flash of light to discover that he’s not where he should be. Looking around, he finds himself in what appears to be the entrance to somebody’s home. There is a tall black table visible in front of him next to a kitchen and a stairwell next to him heading upstairs. Aaron ventures deeper into the kitchen to try to understand where the hell he is when he accidentally knocks a book off the counter with his arm causing a loud crash in the otherwise quiet house.

“Shit” he exclaims, hoping no one was home to hear. “I gotta get out of here before I get sho…” his thought was cut short by hearing a commotion above him. Aaron panicked, he was in an unknown house dressed in baggy jeans, a dirty white shirt covered in grease, and a baseball cap with a flat bill. Worst of all, he was Filipino. Hopefully the person upstairs didn’t have a gun and an itchy trigger finger.

James ran down the stairs after hastily throwing on a pair of black skinny jeans and the nearest shirt available, a black Accept shirt. The noise came from the kitchen, probably a text book fell of the counter where it had been left precariously close to the edge…again. James flicked on the light and saw that it was exactly what he thought it would be, his calculus book on the kitchen floor. He went to head up stares when a familiar voice shouted out of the darkness behind the counter.

“James…jesus christ, you scared the shit out of me.” Aaron moved from behind to counter to double check and it was in fact his old friend James from high school.

James turned around, startled, before breaking out into a smile at seeing Aaron. “Shit man. What the fuck.” Pausing to catch his breath, James took in the sight of his old crush. His arms were well defined form mechanic work, skin a beautiful tan from being outdoors in Vegas year around, and fuck did the grease on his shirt and arms create a oura of manliness. Aaron had gotten hotter since James had last seen him.

Refocusing his thoughts, James came to his senses. “Can I get you a drink man? You look beat from a long day.” Reaching into the cupboard, James grabbed two glasses and a bottle of scotch. “Take a seat and I’ll be right there.”

Aaron, never being one to turn down free booze, agreed and took a seat at the awkwardly tall table and tried to get comfortable. He hadn’t seen seen James in years, a lot has changed since high school. If he was lucky, James wouldn’t get too faggy on him. Aaron didn’t have a problem with gay people, he just knew how terribly James hide his boner around him. He still had to figure out how to get back to Vegas, James lived somewhere near Seattle, Aaron couldn’t remember where exactly.

James sat down across from Aaron and poured about two shots in each glass. “How’ve you been, man? It’s been a while.”

“I’ve been doing great. Living it up in Vegas. Got a solid job, a nice place, a beautiful baby girl, and no ball and chain.” he lied before taking a solid swig of liquor. James was right, he did need a drink and for scotch it wasn’t bad. Still not his drink of choice, but not bad. Setting the glass back down, he already could feel the redness in his cheeks. The usual curse that came with alcohol, Asian glow. Setting the glass down, he planned to continue his lie. “I’m telling you man, you gotta come visit. I bet even you could get laid in Vegas.”

James, having already finished off his first glass, decided to call Aaron’s bluff. At least, he hoped it was a bluff. “You sure man, you seemed pretty down after Lauren left you. I know you talked big on Facebook, but it sounded like high school you talking.” Before Aaron could answer, James refilled the glasses and continued “we helped each other through our worst back then, I can tell when you aren’t being fully honest.”

Aaron was shocked, and not drunk enough. “Fuck, you know me too well.” He finished off his glass for a second time. James knew Aaron too well. And, James wasn’t gonna let him off easy. “You’re right,” he admitted, “The breakup was hard on me. We went our separate ways but now I’m spending half my income on flying across the country.” James refilled his glass for a third time, which Aaron quickly drank off before the cap was on the bottle. “And I haven’t gotten laid in months. Life’s been rough.”

James was happy with his small victory, though he did his best to stay modest. “How about” he offered, “we go into the living room and throw some anime on the big 4k tv…or we can watch some porn.” James said with a sly grin.

Aaron, grossed out and tipsy, roars his voice in protest. “I don’t want to watch any of that homo shit you call porn, Jim.” He was amazed that James would dare say something that bold, especially after what happened last time.

James chuckled and grabbed his chest while reassuring saying “I was thinking something with big tits and blonde hair. “