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Creating a Dom

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Dull light filled the room, its only source being a lone computer monitor. A hint of red glowed from the microphone on the desk. The clicking of a mouse with an occasional keystroke were the only noise routinely heard.

“You are an alpha man.” Eiion repeated the only line he’d said for the last hour. Painstakingly, he was attempting to ensure it was perfect. Getting the right cadence, tone, rhythm, and pitch took many trials and just as many errors. Finally, he’d gotten it exactly how he wanted.

A knock on the door roused Eiion from his work. Before responding, he expertly switched tabs to his usual FPS of choice that he’d play with friends online. Today, though, he was in a single player match, not that a casual observer would know the difference. He unpaused the game and beckoned his caller forth.

The caller opened the door and stepped just inside. “Babe? It’s after two. Are you coming to bed?” He was average in almost every way. Average height, average weight, average musculature, average intelligence, average demeanor. The only area he wasn’t average was his cock. Rather than the bullshit most guys spew to boost their fragile egos, he was actually packing seven plus inches in his pants. Inches Eiion adored when he could coax the lust out of his boyfriend.

Eiion responded without breaking eye contact with the screen, channeling what little remained of his years in high school theatre. “Let me finish up this match and I’ll join you, Kev.”

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Worker Drone

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Outside, early spring was in the air. The gradually increasing temperature had already begun its annual jihad against the forces of snow, leaving a battleground of slush in its wake. Birds began their chirping as the grip of winter finally subsided.

Eiion was uncomfortably working in the garage of his new boss. He was the most recent, and first, hire of a small construction contractor. The real work would begin in a week or so when their next contract finally started. Understanding a lack of income was difficult, Eiion’s boss graciously offered him a few hours pay to clean up and sort through the tools in his garage.

The work itself was fine, Eiion was a strong young man who knew his way around power tools. It was the temperature that produced the degree of uncomfortableness. While the garage was heated, the furnace only had two modes, on and off. Despite the cool weather outside, Eiion was sweating.

He was sorting through a box, loading the contents into various tool storage devices, when he bumped into something. That something was a tower of boxes he hadn’t yet tackled, and the disturbance caused the top box to fall. Instantly, shattering glass brought Eiion to attention.

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The Smell of Ty

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The following story contains themes and language some readers may not find acceptable. These include musk, complete domination, and derogatory language. If you find any of this to be not to your liking, may I suggest you checkout my catalog.

Mark strolled through the doorway of the small, detached house he owned. ‘Own’ is a relative term here. The bank owned it and he was paying the mortgage. A few months prior and this distinction would have been irrelevant to Mark; after getting laid off, this distinction was critical. No more could he pay the full bill on the greatly reduced income he was making in the gig economy. Cuts had to be made.

The specific cut was currently lounging on the couch playing the latest FPS in what appeared to be the same workout clothes he’d left in this morning. Named Tyler, or Ty as he insisted, the cut Mark had to make was giving up his home office and letting someone rent the room.

Ty had only been living there a couple of days, but already he was making his presence known. While they each had their own rooms, the bathroom, living room, and kitchen were shared. In none of these places was Ty greedy in his allocation of space but the sudden cramptness was jarring to a man who’d been living solo up until now.

Stepping out of the mud room, the primary area of Ty’s encroachment hit Mark like a brick wall. An oppressive wall of stench assaulted Mark’s olfactory as his eyes watered. “Jesus Christ!” he yelled out as his watery vision began to clear. “Did you not shower after work, Tyl…Ty!” Mark corrected himself before his new roommate would comment.

Without breaking eye content with the TV, Ty lifted his arm and sniffed his pit. “Guess not, oh well. Not that bad bro.”

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Changing Whisper

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The sound of a car crashing into another filled the room, followed by sirens in the distance. Week old pizza boxes were pilled on the coffee table as empty mountain dew bottles litter the floor. The blinds are closed tight, blocking all light from entering.

Ted opened the door to his apartment and was assaulted by the wall of stench. Immediately, he dropped his bag and stepped further inside. While walking to the far side of the room, he spoke. “Jesus Elijah, did you leave at all this week?” Reaching a window, he threw the blinds and opened the window.

“Fuck that’s bright! Oh, hey Ted.” Elijah paused the game and scratched his head, thinking. “I think I checked the mail once while you were gone.”

Cold air blew into the room, clearing out the funk. Ted stood there, exhausted. “What happened to that hike? Y’know, the one you swore you’d do during your week off.” A week with his high-energy family had worn him down physically and returning to Elijah’s slobishness was doing the same mentally.

“D’know. Didn’t feel like it I guess.” Elijah was done with the conversation. He turned away from Ted and unpaused his game, filling the room with noise.

Ted was starting to get highly annoyed. “Let’s go hit the gym, bro.” With any luck, he’d be able to work of the numerous calories before they stuck around.

“Don’t wanna.”

This made Ted angry. He was attempting to help Elijah be healthier, possibly get laid, and definitely not die young. The anger finally got to Ted. He threw his voice into an unusual tone and cadence. “Come with me to the gym.”

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Abandoned Logging Camp

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A light peppering of mist filled the air as James sloshed through the muddy dirt trail behind Cody, his best friend. For once, James was happy he’d worn his thick rubber galoshes even if they made him look like a total geek for the sheer fact that his feet were safe from the cold mud. He began to pant as the trail started to incline while the mud suctioned his boots, making every step a chore.

Cody called out behind him, “Almost there. Trust me, it’s worth it!” before returning to his nearly robotic walking, seemingly ignorant to the bitterly cold mud soaking his pants and shoes.

‘How good can this place be?’, James pondered to himself. The whole reason he was out here was to figure out the cause of the sudden change in Cody.

James had known Cody for as long as he could remember. Starting in pre-school and all the way through the county’s jr. high, the two were always in the same classes. Even in high school, they’d managed to get all of their electives and extra curriculars together. Cody had to be the one person James knew better than anyone.

Yet, about a month ago a major change took place in Cody. One day after a solo hike, a hike they were making right now, Cody had left his normal jockular, messy, and easy going self only to return a different man. Upon arriving back, he’d cleaned the apartment to near photogenic perfection before James returned home from work. Cody had also stopped smoking weed with James and ceased watching porn on their high definition flat screen, things which had been a daily occurrence. On top of that, James couldn’t remember a single joke being told after that day. While most of this couldn’t exactly be construed as bad changes, the dramatic change concerned James.

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How Men Should Smell

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“New year, new me” had officially become Bernard’s official motto over the last week. Come hell or high water, he was determined to get his health back on track this year. While it’s true that Bernard had made this exact same claim in years past, all of them ending in failure, he’d managed to hold himself accountable thus far.

Some dietary supplements were showing good progress at minimizing his normal depressive tendencies that always lead to stress eating or the worst kind. All sweets and empty calories had been given a swift eviction from his kitchen. The addition of meal prepping ensured there was always a nutrient packed option available with little effort required.

For the first time in years, Bernard was confident that the slowly increasing number on the scale would finally plateau at 320 pounds. With any luck, his 6am meeting Monday would help it finally go down. Monday arrived, and that confidence began to evaporate.

While being a big guy, the several feet of snow and sub-zero weather forced Bernard to dress warm. Pants with thermals, multiple shirts and a heavy jacket, and a pair of heavy non-slick boots ensured he would have to face the biggest fear of his adult life, a locker room. Under ideal circumstances, Bernard would have arrived in his workout gear and leave in them. Jake told him otherwise as he instructed Bernard to walk to the gym.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 5

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Sam scribbled through the test before him, hand gripping his hair as he did. Every question requiring his full attention and taking longer than they should. Painstakingly, he finished every question as best he could before starting the next without a moment to pause. Finally, as the instructior was walking towards him to college the test in its current state, Sam finished the last question.

Despite nearly running out of time, Sam was confident he would receive an acceptable grade. The next week as the graded test was placed into his hand, his heart dropped. Dread filled him as questions of what he’d do next pounded his conscious mind, screaming in unison preventing any one from gaining dominance.

In fat red letters across the top, Sam could read ‘Unweighted: 15% Weighted: 59% Grade: F’. Sam had just fucked himself, royally screwed himself over. Not only was this his first ‘F’ ever, but it came from the worst possible class. This was the hardest class in the major, the one class that separated the boys from the men, those who would graduate from the program and those who would drop out or change majors.

Looking up at the instructor before she’d moved away, Sam recognized a shake of regret. She knew Sam couldn’t recover from this blunder. This momentary flash of non-verbal communication did nothing but heighten the already overwhelming feeling of dread that held him hostage.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 4

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Friday started on a peculiar note for Sam, but one he knew would soon become habit. Roger had nearly busted his door down in excitement for their morning workout together. Dutifully, Sam dragged himself out of bed, got dressed, and met Roger in the kitchen for his pre-workout before the two left together.

On his second time entering the “man’s” gym, Sam felt less out of place. He still looked like a dweeb trying to get big, but he walked with an ounce more courage and confidence than before. Making his way to the locker-room, Sam was exited.

Stuffing his street clothes in a locker, he turned to Roger. Roger held the item Sam had longed for all the day before, a red baseball cap. When Roger handed it to him, he thanked his coach and immediately threw it on.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 3

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Sam awoke with a jolt. Roger had slammed the door open and yelled at him to get up. Acknowledging he was awake, he climbed out of bed and threw on some old ratty gym clothes and worn trainers.

Brushing the sleep from his eyes, Sam met Roger in the kitchen. Roger was dressed in his own gym gear, much newer and well put together compared to Sam’s disheveled mess of colors. “Morning coach.” Was all he mustered out before being handed a bottle and being told to drink it.

Sam remembered everything from the night before. From sucking Roger’s cock twice and admitting to loving it to being hypnotized and filled with motivation to work out and that Roger was now his coach to get big. Calling Roger ‘coach’ was both a joke and a token of appreciation at the same time.

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Dumb on Cum: Chapter 2

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In his bedroom Sam laid on his bed, attempting to jerk off. Normally a daily ritual for the young virgin, he’d been struggling since he’d sucked Roger’s cock. Porn wasn’t helping, as having a cock in view reminded him of Roger. Lesbian porn also didn’t work, somehow the women just didn’t seem as hot as they used to be. Even Jasmine, the big breasted woman from his math classes, couldn’t fill his loins with lust like she once had.

Depressed, Sam decided to check up on one of the few people he considered a friend. Someone he had and could hopefully pour his problems out for with the hopes of reaching some enlightenment. A friend he had recently embarrassed himself with, his housemate Roger.

Knocking on the door, there was no answer. Thinking that Roger must be home at such an hour, he gently cracked the door open. Inside, he found Roger snoozing away in his boxers, enjoying an evening nap. He began to turn away, leaving Roger to sleep, when he noticed something peeking through the boxers. The head of Roger’s cock was peeking through, almost inviting Sam in.

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