by Declan Ward
“Why don’t you join me in the back room, slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
Dreaming Jock
Some nights I have dreams that I I’m not in my own body. I’m so much smaller, skinny and unmuscled. My body is naked of hair. The furry padding I love is gone. And my face is young, boyish.
I hate these dreams. But they seem so familiar. Like I’ve really lived them. Luckily I wake up to the body I love. Big, full of muscle. Body hair everywhere, growing thicker every day. Rugged features, piercings. It all comes back. Each time I wake up, it’s like my body is transforming all over again. And I’m able to get back to life. Work out. Fuck. Show off.
But then the dreams start to feel more real. Part of me knows I I’m not in my body anymore. I have vague recollections of being in college, spending more time studying than working out, caring more about knowledge than working out enough to build any muscle.
This can’t be real. I spend at least a few hours at the gym every day. Building muscle and fucking the other guys at the gym are the only things I ever think about. Except when I’m dreaming.
The dreams continue. I know something is wrong. I need to talk this out with someone. While it’s unusual, my gym has its own doctor. He manages our protein supplement and checks on our progress. So I go to talk to him.
I explain it all to him, and as I speak, the dreams feel more and more real. I know they are memories.
“These dreams are meaningless. You just need to focus on working out more. Building that muscle. You want to be get bigger, don’t you?”
He’s huge, bigger and more muscular than me. I’m pretty sure we’ve fucked before. I can picture his cock. I can taste it.
“Yeah, I do. I just can’t get these dreams out of my head. Lifting isn’t helping.”
“Then fuck more. Maybe your dick is unsatisfied.” He gestures to my crotch. “See, it’s hard right now. You shouldn’t be in here. You should be sweating and fucking like the animal that you are.”
“And I want to. I’m so fucking horny. But I can’t stop—”
“Looks like the only option is another dose.”
He stands and heads over to a drawer, pulling out some medical equipment. I see some sort of fluid and a massive needle. Then it all flashes in my head.
I’m shaking in my restraints, but I’m too small. He’s massive, rugged, built like a gorilla.
“You’ll like it here. This gym is where you belong. You belong here, with me and all the meatheads that started out just like you.”
The leather binding me is slick against my sweaty skin as I shake. But there’s no getting away.
“Don’t worry, boy. Soon you’ll be the slutty, muscled himbo you were always meant to be. Soon you’ll be who you were always meant to be.”
The man readies the needle, and before I can shout another plea, he sticks it in my arm. The pain hits me only for a second. Then I feel the strange liquid start to flow through me.
Suddenly my arms are growing, hard biceps appearing where there was no muscle before. I groan as I feel my dick getting hard. But it’s not just getting hard. It’s getting longer, thicker. My chest starts to itch as a thick patch of hair springs up from my skin. Then there’s a shot of piercing pain in my nipple; the man slips something metal into it.
I try to speak, but all that comes out is a deep grunt. And then I grunt again as my head starts to radiate with pain. Ugh. It’s like my brain is falling… like my brain… My cock’s hard. So horny. Gotta fuck. Ugh. My brain, it’s… it’s… I haven’t lifted in days. Fuck, I have to work out. I have to…
“No, no, no. Don’t do it again. Don’t give me another shot. Fuck, please, don’t give me another dose,” I beg as the doctor preps the needle.
I need to get back to my old life. How long have I been like this?
“Don’t worry, boy. Soon you’ll be back to the himbo you were always meant to be.”
Before I can shout another plea, he sticks the needle in my arm. The pain hits me for a second, and I know the change is happening again.
“I’m not sure how a second dose will impact you, but it’s all for the best. I’m here to make you the person you’re supposed to be,” the doctor says, a satisfied smile on his face and a curious look in his eyes.
My muscles are getting even bigger, my body hair is growing quickly, my cock is impossibly large, my ass is ballooning. I want to work out. Want to show off. Want to fuck so bad.
Then my head explodes. I grunt. Hurts so much. No, it’s pleasure. Horny. Fuck. Gotta fuck. Be himbo. Lift. Fuck. Big cock. Cock so hard. Wanna cum.
Horny. Lift. Fuck. Cum.
Pup Run
One second I was running along my usual route, and the next, I woke up on the ground with my head throbbing and something strange on my neck.
I rolled over so I could push myself up. I felt at my neck, my hand feeling leather. At the front of my neck, I felt a small metal part, like a tag. I hurried to tear it off, tear this collar off. How did it get on me?
“It’s no use. That collar might as well be part of your skin now,” someone said.
I whipped around, and saw a man my age sitting near me. He looked so casual, so comfortable, so satisfied. He smiled at the sight of me struggling.
“You’re my property now,” he said.
If we weren’t in this situation, I’d be admiring his perfect facial structure, his lean muscles, his well-kept clothes and hair. But no, I had to get this collar off. It seemed like he was right though. I couldn’t manage to get my fingers under the collar. It was stuck there.
“What the hell did you do?” I growled at him.
He laughed. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll only be upset about it a bit longer.”
“What do you—”
He leaned forward and scratched behind my ear, and I lost all focus. I leaned into his hand as it scratched me. I felt a grin take form on my face, and my cock start to harden. Damn, it felt so good. I wanted him to keep scratching.
He stopped.
I felt the flood of reality return to my mind.
“What the hell was that?”
“You’re my dog now,” he said matter-of-factly.
Fuck, he looked so satisfied, like everything was right in the world. He was taking so much pleasure in… whatever he was doing to me. And while I wanted to run and get help, to scream, all I could think about was how much I wanted him to scratch me again.
That’s when I noticed I had never stood up. I’d been on all fours this entire time.
He must’ve seen my eyes widen when I noticed this, because he laughed again. Wow, I loved the sound of his laugh. It was so confident, so familiar. I shook my head. No, I hated his laugh.
“You see, it’s really happening. Whether you believe it or not. You couldn’t stand if you wanted to.”
I didn’t want to. For some reason, I was content on all fours. But I forced myself to try to stand anyway. It didn’t work.
“Come here, boy,” he commanded.
My body moved before I could stop it, but I didn’t really want to stop anyway. I couldn’t make myself want to stop, even though somewhere in my barely-human mind, I knew this was wrong.
When I got to him, he moved so he could scratch my ear with one hand and play with my cock with the other. Even with him just touching my growing cock through my shorts, it felt incredible.
“Let’s get you home, boy,” he said. “I want to play with my new pup boy’s cock.”
As I started to follow him, still on all fours, I heard a dog barking somewhere nearby.
That dog was me.
Fucktoy
I woke up in an empty room.
There was a chair beneath me and restraints tying me to it, but otherwise, the room was empty. But the walls… all of the walls were spirals, spinning endlessly. Even the floors spun, going deeper and deeper. I was surrounded by spirals from every angle.
I heard a low buzzing, and I quickly realized it was coming from a set
of headphones covering my ears. The leather restraints were tight. They kept my head in place, nullifying any effort to shake my head and force the headphones to fall off. I couldn’t move any of my limbs even a centimeter. And there was a gag in my mouth that tasted of sweat.
There was no escape.
But giving up on finding a way out was my biggest mistake. The second I stopped, the buzzing noise seeped into my mind, my eyes swirled into the spirals.
My mind slowed and my thoughts slurred. It was all I could do to retain even a one-word thought.
Resist, I told myself, even as my body said, relax.
Resist, I told myself, even as the buzzing said, give in.
Resist, I told myself, even as the spiral said, submit.
I felt my mind lulling into emptiness. Focus was impossible. Resistance was a myth.
Suddenly my mind snapped into a faded awareness. I could think, even if my mind was weak. And then I noticed him enter the room.
He was tall, well-built, and he walked with a dominance that captured my thoughts. When he stood in front of me, he leaned down so close to my face that I could see every individual hair in his beard.
For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. For a moment, I wanted him to kiss me, even as my faded mind denied it.
But once he removed my headphones and the gag in my mouth, he backed away, standing up straight.
“Tell me how you feel.”
His voice echoed through my mind with such resonance that I couldn’t tell if he had spoken the words or implanted them as thoughts in my head.
“I’m confused… I’m relaxed,” I muttered. Speaking made me realize how faded I was; I might as well have been in a drunken stupor.
“You are in the perfect state to be molded, conditioned. Your mind will follow every word I say. It’s now in your nature to obey, to be shaped.”
I felt my body trying to nod, though the restraints kept me still. As his words reverberated through my head, I predicted that I would’ve been unable to move, even if the restraints weren’t there. After all, my eyes were locked onto this man, the spirals spinning in a faded blur in the background.
“You are nothing but a fucktoy now. You will spend your days working out, building the perfect jockboy physique. You will spend your nights fucking endlessly, until you are the perfect bottom, the perfect top, the perfect dom, the perfect sub. The perfect fucktoy.”
I knew the words were true, but I so deeply wanted to push them out, to deny them. I wanted my old life back.
“And you want this. You want to be a fucktoy.”
I didn’t want my old life back.
“The thought of being a fucktoy, being used, it turns you on. It is your deepest desire. Your most erotic fantasy. Your most intense fetish.”
Fuck, I wanted to be a fucktoy.
“What do you want most in life?” he asked.
“I want to be a fucktoy.”
“Good fucktoy. Once your jockboy physique is perfect, I’ll test you personally. If I like you, I’ll keep you. If not… Well, I’ll decide what will become of you if that happens. But I have a good feeling about you, boy. And you so desperately want to be my personal fucktoy, don’t you?”
Even as I said, “yes,” I was so desperate to nod that I was able to move despite my restraints. This made him laugh, a deep sound that echoed throughout both the room and my mind.
He leaned forward again, this time unhooking all of my restraints. But this time, instead of moving away, he kissed me. And it was like kissing a god. My cock nearly exploded into orgasm, precum leaking like a faucet. He was my king, my alpha, my master. When he pulled away, my hard cock and my blank mind yearned for more.
“And you’ll do whatever it takes to be my personal fucktoy, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“No, you don’t get to call me that. Not until you’ve earned it.”
I nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir.”
The Wedding Hookup
Weddings always suck when you don’t know anyone besides the couple.
I’m just sitting at my own table while everyone else enjoys the reception. I don’t know what to do. Luckily, a guy comes up to me. I would’ve preferred a woman, but he seems interesting enough.
“Hey there,” he says. He puts two glasses on the table, and I notice he has a bottle of wine.
“You got a whole bottle?” I ask laughing.
“Yeah, you looked bored and you didn’t have a drink. So I figured this”—he holds up the bottle— “would be the best remedy.”
He pours me a glass, and I see a faint green around the glass. It’s also on the watch he’s wearing on the arm that he’s holding my glass with. The green has to be a trick of the light.
“Here,” he says. He hands me the glass and pours one for himself.
I take it, glad to have a drink. It was an open bar, so I could’ve gotten something myself. But I didn’t want to make a fool of myself drunk, especially when I didn’t have anyone here to keep an eye on me.
“So you don’t know anyone else here? Besides the couple that is,” he asks.
There’s something pointed about the way he asks the question. Like he’s making sure. Like he’s looking for someone who’s alone.
“Yeah,” I say.
He nods, content with the answer.
“So no one else has spoken to you?”
I shake my head. It’s a strange line of questioning. This isn’t how I’d ever talk to someone I’d just met. But he’s being careful. It’s like he’s making sure no one will notice if I disappear. I try to stop being suspicious. He seems like a nice enough guy. I’m just being paranoid. Being in a place where I know no one has me on edge.
“Well, good thing I’m here then,” he says, grinning. “Drink up.”
We talk, chatting idly and drinking. After a while, I notice that the more I drink, the more that faint green appears around the wine, around his watch, and soon even around his eyes. There’s got to be something wrong with my vision. Either that, or I’m getting way more drunk than I realized.
And then suddenly, he’s pouring the last of the wine into my glass. His is still full. Wait, his is still full. Have I had the entire bottle?
“Wait, wait. Have I had the whole bottle?”
“You were thirsty.” He laughs. “No big deal. Finish up.”
I guess another glass won’t hurt. Before I know it, I’ve downed it, and he pushes his still-full glass in front of me. I down that too. Why am I doing this? Why are his eyes glowing such a bright green? I look down at his glowing watch. He does too.
“Oh, look at the time. It’s getting late. You’re too drunk to drive. Why don’t you come up to my hotel room?”
Part of me looks around and wants to disagree. The reception is still crowded. It can’t be that late. But he helps me up, and I just follow him along to his room.
We get inside the room, and he closes the door behind us.
“Finally, we’re alone,” he says. He looks so happy. “You know, this is the first time I’ve done this.”
I jerk my head toward him. “First time you’ve done what?”
Does he think we’re going to fuck? I’m straight. I mean, having sex with him wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. He’s really good looking for a guy.
He’s laughing at me. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
He moves toward me, pushes me against the wall, and starts kissing my neck. He moves from the center of my neck to the right side, traveling upwards until he’s sucking on my earlobe.
This is my first time doing anything with a guy. But it feels good.
He finishes sucking on my earlobe and licks his way to my lips, sliding his tongue inside before our lips touch for the first time.
So what if I’m straight? There’s nothing wrong with some fun.
I kiss him back, and we make out for what feels like hours. And as that time passes, our clothes seem to fade away. His tears his shirt of
f, and he unbuttons my shirt as I keep kissing him. And then we each take off our belts, and our pants slide down our legs. And he’s rubbing my hard-on, and I’m rubbing his. And we’re both wet and hot.
We slide our underwear off, and we’re naked. Then the kissing stops. He kneels down and starts sucking on my cock. A guy’s never sucked my dick before, but it can’t be that different from a chick sucking me off. But it feels so good. It’s like he knows everything about my dick. He knows just how to get me going, he knows the sensitive spots. And I feel so good.
Just as I’m about to cum, he stops. He stands back up and grins, like he knows he stopped the second before I burst.
“I’ll suck you off till you cum. All you have to do is suck me off first. Make me cum, and I’ll make you cum.”
I want to object. I’m straight, I don’t suck dick. But more than that, I want to cum. And I want him to make me cum.
I sink to my knees and put his dick in my mouth. And I suck, and it’s not so bad. In fact, I like it. In fact, I love sucking his dick. I love sucking dick.
“That’s right,” he says. “You love this now, don’t you?”
My mind pauses at the word “now,” but I don’t pause sucking him off. I don’t want to. I just want to suck his dick forever.
“You’re a good little cocksucker now.”
He laughs, and then he pauses to moan in pleasure. I’m good at this. And I love it. Damn, I really am a cocksucker.
New Pet
I’ve been looking for a new dog for a while. Last one ran away.
Then I saw the perfect specimen in my building. It couldn’t have worked out better. He was young, fit, and he looked like he belonged on all fours.
All that stood in my way was his free will. All I had to do was collar him.
Luckily I had developed a pup serum ages ago. It wasn’t perfect (the last couple had run away). But I’d perfect it eventually. For now, I just needed to infect this boy.
Easiest way? Surprise injection.
