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Kind of a recreation of my old tumblr blog that was deleted. My old computer is gone and tumblr got rid of a lot of my stuff (even though I feel like it was rarely overtly x-rated -_-) I've found old stories here and there and I will ideally post new ones. Thanks to the people who were fans and poked me to post somewhere.

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CoyoteR

-“Hmm… spells to make a gay man straight… spells to make gay men straight… Definitely under Enchantments… “

-“…Ah there it i—OW! What the hell, what shocked me–”

—“AH HA! Got you now asshole!”

-“What? What do you mean “got me”?”

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—”Someone’s been trying to turn the university baseball team straight for days. So I looked up that spell book myself and put a curse on it… Then it was just a matter of staking out the library. But it was worth it; I got you asshole!”

-”Ngh–cursed…the book–? What curse–?”

—“Heheheh! I thought to let the punishment fit the crime, it’ll turn you into an exceptionally talented, exceptionally gay baseball player for the team; with your favorite position being catcher of course.”

-“Nnn– but… RGH!…So hot… –b-but I’m just the library aide… I was pulling the book because someone put a hold on– Mmmm….– it…”

—“…Wait…what?”

-“I… said– … … NGHHHHHH–! ”

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-”…I said.. I was looking for someone to aid me in pulling off my clothes and holding me over the checkout desk…”

—“Shit! If its not you, then I need that hold slip–! Err… well… it can wait a few minutes I suppose…”

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Janitor at TFU

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Ya know there are a lot of misconceptions about janitors, custodians, and maintenance workers in general. It can be a dirty job yeah, but its an honest living and at the end of the day I go home with pride in the work I’ve done.

Especially so since I got this job at Transformation University. If this place isn’t cleaned and maintained properly there are all kinds of hazards that students, faculty, and visitors can run into.

Sure, there’s sweeping and repairs and the like, but almost every other day I find discarded amulets, old PDAs with glitchy Chronivac programs loaded on them, lost magic lamps, or spilled potions of some sort or another.

Ahh yeah, like this; this is what I’m talking about right here. You try to get the floor mopped in the showers and before you know it you’ve stepped in some muscle man potion slop that does this to you.

But see, this is why I take pride in my work. Most people would think this a relatively benign or even beneficial bit of goop to slip on, no big deal. But the women’s volleyball team coming for practice tonight would probably disagree…

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“– It just seemed like a clear solution. None of you believed your education was an important part of your college lives. Lacrosse, Football, Soccer, Baseball, Basketball, Weightlifting, Swimming, on and on and on. Don’t you understand, your success and ability in these things will fade. Your education however, now that will last a lifetime…”

“…But professor… its not fair… Those biceps are mine… Those abs are Dave’s…”

“…A-And that dick you have w-was mine!”

“And my good looks!”

“And my height!”

“And my– !”

“Now now boys… As I said, I’m just hanging onto these things for a while to remove distractions until you are able to graduate… with honors of course. I’ll keep them safe and you’ll work /very/ hard in class from now on I’m sure…”

“B-But–! Most of us are here on athlete scholarships, we’ll get kicked out if we suddenly suck…”

“Hmm, an interesting point… and an interesting way to word it… I’ll tell you what, how about I make it so that while I hang onto your… attributes… You are each able to regain a bit of them temporarily…. Yes, that way you can continue your extracurricular activities, but will continue to work hard in school… Do you all agree to this?”

“Yeah!”

“Yes!”
“Absolutely!”

“We want our muscles!”

“Ah, excellent then. Well the only way for you to copy the attributes back is with some of my current genetic material… Whoever’s first, get over here, and on your knees…”

“…W-wait-wha– g-gross professor! …”

“Oh please none of you need bother feigning disgust. The amount of testosterone I’m currently giving off versus what each of you has left… Well the imbalance would make it so each of you would drop to your knees and start sucking just by me commanding it…”

“…Which actually, thinking on it, lets just get this shirt off and… I /DO/ command you ALL to GET on your FUCKING KNEES. LINE UP!”
…whimper…mumble mumble…gasp…. moan….
“Good! And feel free to text your dorm mates and let them know you’ll be home late tonight. It may take a few loads for each of you to get back what you’re looking for.”
 #ZZIIIIP#

CoyoteR

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Fuck! Ok, just think, think. I know I had it in my room this morning… 

I traded up my scrawny ass for all this muscle… Then what… 

Then I used it to get this slick new wardrobe… Designer label muscle tees are pretty much my whole future at this point.

Then I was going to give myself a new car to replace my wrecked one… but I figured I’d wait and still carpool with Joey and his dad so I could tell Joey about it…

When I got in the car Joey was all nervous like I was going to bully him until I told him about it and gave him the same stud treatment…

Hmm… then he said we needed to work over our looks… Yeah, yeah that’s when we both got the faces of models…

And that’s when Joey said how he felt bad for his overweight dad… Him and Joey’s mom separated a couple weeks ago… Joey still wouldn’t tell me why, he just got all embarrassed again when I brought it up… I think it must have been some kind of issues in the bedroom…

I told him fine… But we pulled up to the school then so I said… We’d work on it this afternoon… DAMMIT! I left it on the seat instead of putting it in my backpack!

Whatever, I’ll skip my first class and go get it out of Joey’s dad’s car.

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…Out for his daily bike ride? Ugh, well I guess the fatass could stand to get a little exercise in… 

And either way, it wasn’t in the car so he probably picked it up when he saw I left it. I’ll just wait for him here–

“…Were you looking for me Timothy?” Did it just get warmer out here?

...

 

“U-Uh… h-hello Mr. Harris uh sir…” God Joey’s dad is built… That must be where he gets it from…

He smirked at me, setting his bike aside and adjusting himself… “Now Pup what have I told you and Joey? Just call me Daddy…”

My pants tighten as he squeezes my bare pectoral before reaching out and gripping the leash attached to my collar, pulling me down to the level of his manhood, visibly straining his shorts.

“Now come inside… You know Daddy’s rules, if you miss class, you need to be punished…”

I whimper with shame and excitement, as he presses my face to his manhood, I can feel the heat through the fabric and nod slowly.

“…Yes Daddy.”

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When I found that rock yesterday morning I couldn’t believe it! When you held it in your hand and made a wish it came true! As a physics major it blew me away, I had no idea how it was possible but I’d run several tests last night and it absolutely was. 

I was debating showing it to David, my dorm mate, this morning. He’s thin, scrawny even, and pale as anything. He could be pretty good looking if he just took care of himself, instead he’s the stereotypical looking nerd… Sadly though his “nerdiness” only extends to his looks, not his personality. He’s kind of a dick and a pervert. He has two female friends that seem to only just tolerate him as part of their group. He talks down to people even though he’s not all that smart and when he found out I was gay he tried to act like he was okay with it, but I could tell by his face and reaction that he was a serious homophobe. He’s just a mess and his whole group of friends are a bunch of slackers who really could fail out any semester.

With the rock though I could have changed all that; gotten him to focus more and treat people better, get his life back on track and maybe even help him get in shape… But now I can’t find the damn thing.

David left pretty early this morning… maybe he saw it, I’ll text him.

-Hey, sorry to bother; did you see a stone on my desk this morning? I can’t find it.

There was no reply for several minutes, which was a little annoying since I know he’s always on his phone; finally it buzzed, he had sent a reply with an attachment.

-Naw I didn’t see any fucking stone! Are you just fucking around over there? My homework had better be done when me and the gang get back! And I’ve told you: Don’t fucking text me! Just because you do my papers and I let you get your queer on and jerk off to me doesn’t mean we’re friends! Man, Jen and Sarah think you’re so fucking pathetic they can’t believe I put up with you, but fuck, I’ll send you one more if it’ll get you back to work.

...

I set the phone on my desk, moaning, cock in hand, and pumping furiously… God Dave was so hot. Maybe if I get him an A on this he’ll let me watch him with the girls later…

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Don't Be Nosy

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I don’t know what happened, but something is definitely up… 

Mike spends his days sitting in his room playing video games, only occasionally coming out to go to class, eat, or go work at campus IT. He’s gay, not that I care, nor would anyone really know since he never had any dates EVER, this entire year.

Yet all of a sudden he’s bringing at least a guy a day back to the apartment. And not just whoever; really buff, REALLY good looking guys, like way out of his league.

He seems to be screwing around with them all day now, I haven’t seen him go to class or work for… wow, weeks now… But his posted grades are all still A’s…

Hmm what changed… what happened… 

…That laptop. I think he brought that back to the apartment to work on… That was the last time I remember him going in to work.

He’s on that thing all the time… It can’t still be broken… What’s this? A sticky note?

“Kazuki-

Don’t be nosy.

Don’t touch the laptop.

-Mike”

What the hell! Don’t be nosy?! Now I know something’s up, I’m way ahead in my classes; I’m going to sit on this bed and figure this ou–OUCH!

Damn thing shocked me! Whatever, lets have a look and see what you’ve got on here. Hmm… Chronivac? Hey, that looks kinda like me… but somethings off… Stats… hmm… Height 5′6″? Weight 130!? I ain’t that scrawny! AP Physics?! Naw naw, I’m takin nutrition, health and fitness… Wait, HETEROSEXUAL?! 

This all needs to be fixed.

 

-Several hours later, Mike returns home-

 

“Hey Kazuki, I picked up dinn–WHOA! What are you wearing?!”

“Hey Mike! Thankth tho much! That’th tho nithe of you!”

“…Didn’t I leave a note on there saying not to touch that computer?”

*giggle* “Oh yeah! Thorry! Do I need to be punished…?”

Mike sighs and smiles, slamming the door. “I guess so..”

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After what sounded like hours and hours of rigorous fucking upstairs… American Dream (somehow Matt knew that’s what the hero’s name was now) came down. He walked awkwardly, rubbing his sore bottom as he moved towards the door. Before reaching it though, he spotted Matt on the couch and smiled, flexing his enormous muscles and playing with his junk a moment before giving a wave and stepping out…
A minute or so later Eric came down and sat beside his somewhat frightened friend.
“Mmm… I really needed that… Maybe you were right Matt, I was too uptight, too angry… I needed to blow off some steam…”

Matt tried to speak but Eric seemed to have forgotten to let him, so he just listened…
“Ya know, I just wanted to do nice things for people who were nice to me, but that made you so upset… I didn’t want that so I stopped… But then I thought of the people who had hurt BOTH of us, I could punish them. You wouldn’t disagree with me about that… But you did… So I didn’t punish them how I wanted to, I even made them happy! I just wanted them to not hurt us or anyone else again…”

Eric sighed, he seemed genuinely sad and confused. Matt tried again to speak, but was still unable to; he gently placed a hand on Eric’s shoulder to try to comfort him.
“…And then you call in a superhero to try to talk me down or fix me or something. What the hell was that, seriously. I was so mad at you I was ready to just erase him from existence… But you know what stopped me?" He looked up at Matt.

"You… I knew if I hurt that muscle-headed idiot, it would’ve upset you…”

Eric paused, tears forming in his eyes as he looked away from his best friend.
“That’s when I realized, all of this power is pointless… it’s not fun… if you aren't my friend…”

Eric shrugged off Matt’s hand and leaned in, giving him a tight hug. Matt was startled by the sudden gesture, but after a moment reciprocated; patting his best friend on the back reassuringly.
“… And Matt, that’s why…” Eric sniffled lightly, rubbing his eyes, pausing his words for a moment.

“… … …That’s why I’m so happy that you don’t think I’m getting out of control with my powers… The fact that you support me and all of the changes that I make is so important to me… because I want us to always be friends…”

Matt pulled back from the hug and smiled warmly to Eric, nodding his head and gesturing at his closed mouth.
“Oh! Sorry!” And suddenly he was able to speak again.

Matt laughed. “No worries, I always want us to be friends too, honestly I don’t even remember what we were arguing about.”
Eric gave a smile, wiping the last of his tears away.
“…Really? Awesome…”

Matt laughed and wiped some of the tears off his shirt. “Yeah man… Oh shit! I didn’t realize how late it was, I gotta get home. But want to hang out more tomorrow?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Eric smiled as Matt hopped up and headed out; but as he opened the front door Eric called out to him.
“Hey! Matt!”

He paused looking back to Eric. “Yeah what’s up?”
“… ... I know that ever since you became a fitness model, you’ve been really uncomfortable wearing clothes… Did you want me to use my power to try to help fix that or…?”

Matt looked down his leanly muscled torso at his tight flat stomach before adjusting himself in his speedo.
“Nah man that’s cool. I like being me.” He gave Eric his prize winning smile before slipping out.

“…Alright… well let me know if you’d like a change… Hmm maybe more of a bodybuilder next time…”

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“…You called who?”

“Listen Eric, you need to talk to people about your powers and these people will understand. I bet they can even help you use your abilities to do good things for the world.”

Eric’s eyes narrowed. “I /am/ doing good things for the world, I don’t need you or them telling me what I should or shouldn’t be doing.” He stood up from his desk slowly. “What did you tell them Matt?”

Matt backed up half a step. “I know I know, but it’ll be good to talk to someone in a similar situation right? A lot of people on their team have abilities too, they’ll understand; I mean they’re heroes after all.”

Eric slid his chair out of the way. “What. did. you. tell. them. Matt?”

“N-Not everything! Just a little so they’d send someone who could talk to you–”

“Someone who could /talk/ to m–” 

#DING DONG#

Eric spun around and looked downstairs then back to Matt.

“I suppose that’s them then. You. Stay. Here.” Eric turned and went down the steps towards the front door, Matt tried to go after him but couldn’t move past the door frame. He just leaned out, looking down.

Eric approached the door and peered out the peephole, then stepped back and burst out laughing, the sound made Matt’s blood run cold…

Eric opened the door and–

Matt tried to let out a wailing shout but he seemed unable to speak as well. Why’d they send him?! He thought. What were they thinking?!

Eric smiled innocently. “Hello…? Can I help you Mr…?”

“It’s Captain actually.” The red, white and blue hero replied. “We received a call to come check out a possible human with abilities… It sounded like a crank call but I was in the area anyway… Are you the young man that placed the call?”

“…I am, my friend is upstairs.” Matt screamed inside, trying to tell the superhero to run or call for help, instead he found himself turning around and laying on Eric’s bed and closing his eyes, feigning sleep.

Eric escorted the hero upstairs and spoke in a low voice, though Matt could hear perfectly.

“Don’t wake him up, he’s very dangerous. He has the ability to control reality at will.” The handsome hero turned to Eric and looked at him more than a little unconvinced.

“Mmhmm… That’s what you said on the call.” He pulled some sort of device off his belt. “They sent me with this, it’ll scan him and tell us what his deal is… if anything.” He pressed a few buttons then set the device on the nightstand pointed at Matt. “It’ll just take a few minutes.” Matt was able to crack his eyes open slightly as the hero leaned against Eric’s dresser and Eric sat down opposite him in the desk chair.

Eric smiled and nodded. “Cool, would it be okay if I asked you a couple of questions while we waited…?”

The patriotic hero chuckled and nodded, he got this all the time. “Sure why not kid.”

Eric’s smile widened into an insidious grin, though only Matt seemed to notice.

“There’s all kinds of rumors about where you came from and your powers… How strong are you really?”

The hero laughed. “Pretty strong, not as much as some things but strong enough to move a decent sized car if I need to.”

Eric appeared to go doe-eyed in wonder then his smile returned. “Wow I can believe that, you’re like what almost 300 lbs of muscle?”

Matt’s eyes widened from the bed as the hero’s uniform suddenly ballooned out, his lean muscular frame replaced by one of a clear lifter and bodybuilder, but the man just nodded.

“Yeah somewhere around there.”

Eric smiled “And I heard you were actually born a long time ago and then frozen and that’s why you’re not super old.”

Once more the hero nodded. “That’s a bit of an abridged version but true.”

“Wow, if you were thawed out like 7 or so years ago… You must’ve been like 16 when you were frozen.”

The hero’s face and body shifted once more from a grown man in his mid to late 30′s down to a buff young man of 23 or so. Once again the hero nodded.

“Yup, pretty close to the mark again.”

Eric smiled and seemed to hesitate a moment… but then he spoke. “Sorry if this is kind of personal, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want but… Do you ever get in trouble with the rest of your team because of all the modelling and porn you do on the side?” 

Matt’s hopes were dashed as he watched the posture and costume of the hero shift into a red, white, and blue muscle tee and spandex. A branded sweat band and baseball cap appeared on the hero denoting sponsors as the now young man gave a snort.

“Naw it’s fine. Every once in a while I get a wisecrack but this is America, being a superhero doesn’t make money, so there’s nothin’ wrong with me doing some side work to pay for the good work I do.”

Eric nodded in clear agreement before delivering the final blow. “Absolutely, absolutely…. I guess I was more referring to the rumors that sprung up from the /amount/ of /gay/ porn that you do… Reporters wonder if you’re just a nymphomaniac exhibitionist gay jock-slut who stumbled into superpowers…”

Matt couldn’t watch, he closed his eyes for a long moment thinking they must have something to prevent this, something to warn them if something like this was happening… But when he opened his eyes, there was his hero… Clad in a red, white, and blue poser speedo and nothing more, save of course his sponsored merchandise… The “hero” seemed to just smile hungrily at Eric… He reached out and picked up the device on the nightstand looking it over.

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“Hmm… Well it looks like your friend is clean… I wonder then… why did you call me out here…?” He sauntered over to Eric, adjusting his overly full poser; Eric smiled innocently before reaching out and cupping the hero’s package. The “hero” let out a whimpering moan… 

“I think you know…”

And suddenly Matt was laying on the downstairs couch instead of Eric’s bed, but he was still unable to move as he heard the two of them go at it upstairs…

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“Eric… Don’t you think that this is kind of unnecessary…” Matt had taken to speaking a bit more carefully and deferentially to his best friend.

Without even looking as they walked, Eric coolly replied. “Oh really? Why would you say that?”

Matt kept pace, he had tried walking slower to give him some time to talk Eric down but it hadn’t worked, if anything it just seemed to annoy his now god-like friend.

“You’re kind of above them now… You can do anything, you can have anything. Why even give these guys a second thought?”

Eric suddenly stopped, Matt froze; he knew he was standing on thin ice at this point, he had to be careful.

“Who they are and what they’ve done are exactly why they deserve my attention. Random strangers I can understand…” He turned facing Matt, a look that combined frustration, betrayal, and a hint of sadness on his face. “…But why on Earth would you care what I did to /them/? They made your life as miserable as mine.”

“It’s not them I care about, it’s you Eric! You’re going overboard with these powers. Having fun is one thing, but you’re ruining lives, I’m worried about you man…” Matt tried to be gentle but firm; Eric had made it so Matt would be the only other person aware of his abilities and the… changes he made with them… But that was something that could be easily taken away.

Eric’s tone turned frosty. “That’s what’s important to you? That I don’t ruin their lives?”

“…Yes, please. Let’s go home, we could do anything with your powers, why waste our time with this?”

Eric turned away and was silent for a moment. “…Fine. I won’t hurt them the way they hurt me… But that’s the last thing you get to ask of me.”

“Wha—Eric? What do you me–?” Suddenly Matt couldn’t speak, and Eric just continued on towards their house. Matt tried to shout but it was to no avail; instead he just jogged, trying to catch up.

The three bullies were hanging outside on the porch laughing hysterically over some crude joke. Matt tried to move ahead of Eric but found he couldn’t do that either, and had to settle for just walking behind him.

“Heh! What are you fags doin’ here? Out on a date?” The other two laughed.

Eric gave them a wicked smile and suddenly they were all shirtless, though that didn’t seem to bother them.

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“Look at this homo, I think he’s checking us out.”

“Yeah! What the fuck you little queer, you got a problem!?”

Eric’s smile became flat. “I do actually, is that a problem?”

One of them stepped forward, pulling back to take a swing at Eric. Matt flinched but Eric simply gave an annoyed twitch of his eye, suddenly the three stepped back together, now their pants were gone.

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“You loved calling people fags, but from now on you three are not only gay, you’re incredibly passionately in love with each other. You’ll never bother anyone ever again, you are far too focused on screwing each other…. So go… Get to it.”

Wordlessly they stepped inside the house and closed the door. Eric turned away and Matt found that he could speak again.

“…You said you’d leave them alone–”

Eric whirled on Matt. “No, I didn’t! I said I wouldn’t ruin their lives! They will live them out quite happy now, which is FAR more than they deserve! And that is the LAST time you get to have any say in what I do!”

Matt stepped back, pale in the face as Eric stormed off. This had gotten out of hand… He needed to get help…

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“Eric… Stop it, I know what you’re thinking, just let it go.” 

Matt looked from the two formal looking young men to his friend Eric who was currently giving them an icy glare.

“Let what go?” One spoke up in an irritatingly nasal voice. “We just want to talk to you about your eternity! Your immortal souls! They are in peril if you go into such a place!” He opened his noodle-ey arms melodramatically, gesturing at the small gay bar he had stopped the pair from entering. Matt put his face in his palm.

“I don’t like being preached to Matt… I just wanted to go get a drink. I really was just minding my own business this time…” Eric eyed the two now frowning men.

“I know but that doesn’t mean it would be okay to wreck their lives dude…” Eric turned his glare on Matt for a moment causing a momentary chill to run down his spine.

He looked back to well dressed pair and spoke through clenched teeth.

“…Fine. Let us through, we just want to get a couple of drinks… Please.” Eric took a step and the second and quieter one actually physically blocked him from the door.

“W-Wait!” He stammered. “You don’t want people to know you’re one of the disgusting people that goes here, do you? Everyone inside is going to go to He–”

Matt just began opening his mouth but it was already done. Where the pair of annoying proselytizers stood were now a pair of handsome, if dull looking, male model types, the pushier one being suddenly rather shirtless.

Matt gaped as Eric spoke up.

“Sorry guys! This is just a bar, the closest gay strip club is almost clear across town.” Eric rambled off some quick streets, directing them to a rather seedy gay strip club downtown.

The former talkative one put on a confused look then a pout. 

“Aww, I can’t believe it, I’m so bad with directions…” He eyed Matt and Eric, appearing to suddenly get an idea, flipping up the front of his shirt revealing his new ripped stomach, lightly running his hand over it.

“If you guys showed us the way we’d be super grateful…” His partner put on a half grin, running his hand through his hair.

“No. You guys were kind of assholes, you can find your own damn way or I’m sure some other random strangers to take you.” Eric stated flatly, walking past them as well as the bar while they stood looking flustered and confused.

Matt quickly jogged to catch up with him. “Hey man, you didn’t hav–”

“I was WAY nicer than I wanted to be. Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, when the truth is I can do anything and no one would ever even know.”

Matt paled a little once again but didn’t say a word as they made their way silently down the street…

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“No! No way! You’ve gone way too far this time Eric!”

“Matt, will you calm down and stop being so melodramatic! How could you possibly be mad about this, I’ve fixed everything for him.”

“Are you kidding?! You seriously can’t see why I’d be upset about this? He’s my grandfather, he was the head of my entire family, he helped take care of me ever since I was little, he- “

“He was dying! He was miserable! Laying in a hospital bed just waiting for it to all end! You told me yourself! I did this just as much for you ya know…”

“Oh no, don’t you dare try and justify yourself by putting this on me. I told you I was sad, I told you that I wish he wasn’t so sick- “

“And now he’s not! He’s healthy as a horse!”

“He looks ridiculous! Like a male model from the wrong decade!”

“Look, his style /seems/ outdated but its only because I didn’t want to play around with his head too much; if I did then he wouldn’t even really be the same person anymore-“

“You’re telling me THAT guy outside is otherwise the same person?”

“…Fundamentally yes… Just with a few improvements…”

“You made him gay didn’t you.”

“Well what does it matter! Your grandma passed away like a bajillion years ago, this is his chance to be happy again!”

“…Eric, you’re really letting this get out of hand.”

“You worry too much Matt… I could fix that for you if you want.”

“Not funny…”

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Matt is totally over-reacting! I am not letting this power go to my head, I’m helping people and making them happier! If I’d known he was going to complain so much I wouldn’t have let him in on it. 

Perfect example! Our friend Brent? He was all gung ho about enlisting and he was going to start basic training next month after we graduate. He was always going on and on about it, all over facebook, all over tumblr, with awkward selfies and recruitment posts. 

And the truth was, he was kinda scrawny for the army, I’m pretty sure he was just trying to talk a big game and psych himself up to go. He honestly would have probably had a real rough time in boot camp.

I figured, why make him have a bad experience when he was clearly excited about being in the military? In fact, would I really be his friend if I didn’t help do everything I could to make sure that he was successful in what he was doing?

…Alright so I might have gone a little overboard, I’m willing to admit that. But in the end isn’t it the thought that counts? It was just a few tweaks here and there; making him a few years older than us, making him stronger, more masculine, increasing his confidence, these are all things that will help him in the field! 

And so what if I also made him like guys! So what if I made him a bit more dominant! I did him a huge favor and really it’s a small price for the rest of the package. Of course I made sure he wasn’t stationed anywhere too dangerous and all that either.

Anyway, his parent’s are so proud of him and from these new pictures he’s been posting, he certainly doesn’t look like he would be complaining!

(Thanks to some really awesome people in the community I think I've recovered all but 2 stories from my old tumblr 🙂 Sadly the last part I wrote for this series is one of them but it seemed to be my second most popular set so I've been told I should get it back out there @[email protected])

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What goes around... comes around?

This story was originally for one of http://amalianetwork.tumblr.com/ ‘s weekly challenges; I always wished I had participated in them more.

 

Derek was dorky, overweight, and well… really kinda super ugly at this point… To hear him tell it, people had treated him like garbage all his life. Derek didn’t realize it but he’d only really been miserable for about a week…

 The curse I’d placed on him was just to have a bit of fun at his expense I suppose. “yTfr JyHg NfGpQw uSkOl NfGpQw” or loosely translated: “What goes around comes around,” that sounded like something he definitely needed. Derek isn’t the biggest jerk in the world, he’s actually pretty normal for the most part I guess; he just talks about other people WAY too much, poking fun at them mostly. Not to their faces of course (like I said he’s not a super jerk) but oftentimes to friends or other coworkers. Anyway, I have had the pleasure of being his best friend for about 14 years. We’ve hung out since we were in middle school actually and ended up sticking together through school then as room-mates, straight up to our current tedious office jobs.

Anyways, I’d always been a bit of a dabbler in things occult and when I came across a curse that would inflict his mockery of others back onto himself, well… I couldn’t resist.

The week started off kind of predictably actually, poor Phil from the office downstairs was hugely fat and the higher ups hadn’t ever seen fit to promote the guy. He came by to drop off some paperwork then sure enough by lunchtime, suddenly Derek isn’t in the cube next to me, now he’s downstairs and so overweight he had food delivered to him for lunch. 

The following days all went in a pretty similar fashion, I’d see Derek at the end of each day and could guess some of the things he had said: his thick glasses, his nasally voice, his weird face, his…bowel troubles (ick), it went on and on. The weight though was probably one of the funniest things, he’d go from being morbidly obese to rail thin from day to day, always talking shit about the other side I guess.

So I like I said, he’s been dealing with this about a week and I think he’s learned his lesson so its about time to let him in on it. We went to the grocery store together Saturday morning like always, the only difference was Derek positively stuffing the cart with junk food, waddling alongside me today.

“Hey… So I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something…”

He looked up at me, squinting slightly before wheezing out in his shrill voice.

“What? …Y-You’re not moving out are you?”

I raised up my hands shaking my head. “No! No no no.” 

He let out a sigh of relief and continued back on trudging forward. 

“I just wanted to let you in on–”

“Hahaha-*snort-wheeze*-Heh. Hey Alex, check this guy out!” Derek was holding up some workout magazine he’d grabbed up from the bookstand.

“Look at this exercise homo! Just cuz he’s decent looking he thinks he’s somebody important. He probably spends hours on making himself look good every morning then I bet all he does is work out and get off on other dudes!” *snort-laugh*

I laughed for a moment then suddenly winced, grabbing my head a moment (I guess you shouldn’t look directly into the curse…) then looked up and there stood the new him.

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“Wow… uh Derek?”

“Yeah dude?” He placed the magazine back on the shelf and continued on.

“So.. you know all that weird magic-ey stuff I’m kind of into?”

“Yeah; that occult crap is so stupid and such a waste of your time bro.”

My head hurt again a moment, looking back up at him, though nothing seemed changed…

“Well I sort of… put a curse on you… and uhh…”

He turned and smiled that weird too perfect new smile at me.

“I know you tried to Alex, but you know I’m much better at that kind of thing than you.” He took a step closer to me, I backed up half a step while he continued.

“So instead, this morning I thought it would be only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine.” 

“W-What? What are you talking about?”

He took another step closer, wrapping one of his now large hands around my back and pulled me into a deep kiss, his tongue pressing into my mouth. 

I, of course, freaked out. It took some struggling (he was so damn strong now!) but I managed to pull away. Stumbling back, I tried spitting the taste of him out of my mouth.

“What the hell! Sorry dude, but I’m not into fitness-junkie queers!” 

He grinned widely at me. That perfect sexy smile of his always made me melt and damn he knew it. I closed the distance between us, running my hands over his muscular chest, kissing up his neck and square jawline before finding his mouth. All the while, his hands explored my body, squeezing and caressing my back before trailing his fingers down over my six pack. God… sometimes I’d worry that we should be doing more than going to the gym and fucking, but times like these…

“Mmm… Alex, lets hurry up and finish shopping. We still have to get in another 2 hours at the gym, Summer’s only 5 months away and you’ve barely put on any muscle.”

I blushed but smiled back to him, he was right; I may be incredibly fit but I don’t really bulk up like he does, my build is much leaner than Derek’s but that’s alright; I love his muscles, I don’t need some of my own.

We checked out, then headed out to the car. I loaded everything up then turned and saw Derek staring at some roided out douchebag jogging shirtless with his dog. That smile returned to his face when he looked back at me, probably noticing the sour look on mine.

“Hmm.. Whats wrong?” His eyes widened a little then his voice had a teasing tone to it, like he was goading me. “Jealous?” 

“Hmph!” I scoffed at him. “Why would I be jealous of some muscle monster exhibitionist?”

He shrugged, that teasing smile widening across his face again as he looked me up and down. I just stood there and scratched my bare chest lightly before placing my hands at my sides, smirking at him… 

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“Whatever, I know you like what you see, just like everyone else. Besides I’m way bigger than that guy anyway…”

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A huge thank you to TheGreatStoryteller for finding a couple of my older works! And apologies for the white background with black font, I'm not sure how to edit that to the reverse... but anyways, enjoy 🙂
 
Gym Confusion

“The fuck are you looking at old man? If you want personal training, you pay at the front desk.”

“My apologies… Actually I was drawn to you because I set my chronivac to let me know if someone else is in possession of one… or have I made a mistake..?”

“…Wh-What–?! Dammit… Yeah, yeah I’ve got one but keep it down!”

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“No worries, no worries. I was really just here looking to maybe get a personal trainer, but I don’t know if it’s worth it yet… For now I really just want to make sure I’m using the equipment correctly; for example this machine over here, is this the right way to use it?”

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“Err… uh yeah, that looks right. You’re fine.”

“… … You gave yourself that body and this job without actually giving yourself the knowledge to be a personal trainer, didn’t you?”

“What?! No! Err… Maybe, but that’s an easy fix!”

“Oh absolutely, absolutely. Here in fact, I can take care of that for you…”

“Hey wait, you’ve got it on your phone? That’s okay I can do it myself–”

“Pish posh… just a little adjustment… Ah there we are. How’s that?”

“Err… I still don’t know how to use the equipment sir…”

“Hmm that’s no good…. There, that should be a bit better… But it looks like you still don’t know how to use it… Why don’t you just go up to your manager and tell him you’re quitting and are working for me now?”

“Quitting? …B-But Daddy, I–”

“Now now, we both know you didn’t really take the job here to be a personal trainer. You were just looking for a place where you could get thoroughly plowed day after day, and you’ve gotten that. But working for me, you won’t ever need to fake your way through workout advice again… And I promise I’ll make you squeal like you never have before… Now go, I’ll be waiting in the car.”

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“…Yes Daddy.”

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If Wishes Were Fishes

“Hey… your step-dad isn’t here… …is he?”

“No asshole, and don’t even call him that, his name’s Dave. He’s just some fat old asshole friend of my mom’s whose staying with us for a while…”

“Well whatever dude… he’s a total perv and a creeper. Remember last time we were playing basketball out front and he was watching us through the window? Blech… My girl doesn’t even look at me like that…”

“Don’t you think I know? Try living with him. Anyway, its whatever, he got up early this morning and said he was going fishing for the weekend.”

“Cool, wanna get a bite to eat and go play Call of Duty or something? I don’t have to get back to school ‘til Tuesday, we can hang out all weekend.”

“Cool, yeah sure… Ugh… hang on /Dave/ is texting me…”

“What? Why? What’s he saying?”

“What the hell… He says he caught some amazing magical wish granting fish…? The asshat must be high or something… Wait he attached a picture…”

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“Holy shit he did?! Let me see! Nnngh, fuck… Daddy’s so hot…”

“Wh–D-Daddy? What happened to Dav– Daddy… What happened to our shorts…Whats —Ngh!”

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“Dude, you okay? I said isn’t Daddy so hot?”

“—Yeah! Oh man! We’re so lucky he lets us live with him, with every guy in town throwing themselves at him… I can hardly wait til he gets home…”

“Me too… I’m so glad I dropped out of school so we can… take care of him… together.”

“Ooooh! He said he’s cutting his trip short and we better have been behaved… And we better be ready to properly greet him…”

“Yay! I’ll get the lube!”

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Hot New App: Chat Exchange

Looking to better yourself? Have you worked hard and have useful or attractive qualities in abundance?

Try Chat Exchange!

Maybe exchange some knowledge for looks, skills for body enhancements. Our state of the art algorithm will connect you with other members who have things to trade that YOU want! Try it now!

…User ElvenLord416 connected…

…User Bball4evar96 connected…

 

Bball4evar96: …hello?

ElvenLord416: Hey, posted my pic, what r ur stats? Y no pic? Makes it hard to trade…

Bball4evar96: oh… sorry. its my first time.

ElvenLord416: Ahh…… Cool! No worries I can help. Just click on the camera icon in the program and you can load up a selfie from your phone if you’ve got one saved, you can also check my pic in there too.

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ElvenLord416: Wow! Ur pretty jacked! I mostly have to trade on my smarts! 😞

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Bball4evar96: yea… yea… but I got shit i need to fix… my grades suck so bad i’m gonna lose my scholarship, my girl is gonna leave me cuz she says I have too many trust issues, whatever the hell that means, plus my eyes are so bad doc makes me wear these glasses now…

ElvenLord416: Wow… Well if you make some smart trades you can definitely make what you’ve got work for you.

Bball4evar96: yeah that’s what my friend told me… but wait. smart trades? I thought we just exchange stuff like equally.

ElvenLord416: Ah yeah this is your first time. Nope! The way it works is the trades get worked out between individual users. After all something might be worth more to you and less to me or vice versa.

Bball4evar96: oh… ok…

ElvenLord416: …how bout we try a small one to start out?

Bball4evar96: ok sure, you seem to know what youre doing.

ElvenLord416: Cool! Hmm… You said your glasses bug you. How about I give you my good eyesight in exchange for… 15 lbs of your muscle. The way it works is, once I type out an exchange somewhere in my message the app picks up on it, so if that works for you just say okay or sure or yes, something like that in your reply and the app will register your acknowledgement.

Bball4evar96: lol… OK? 

#Exchange accepted… PROCESSING…Complete#

Bball4evar96: holy shit!!!1 i can see right again!

ElvenLord416: Yeah dude, that’s how this works.

Bball4evar96: man this is crazy, i can train back up again but youre like stuck with glasses…

ElvenLord416: Eh. For now anyway, you’d be surprised what kinds of things you can trade on here. Wanna do another?

Bball4evar96: shit yeah dude!

ElvenLord416: Alright, how about I exchange half of my knowledge of calculus for 1 inch of your height?

Bball4evar96: ….alright. can’t get that back, but no big deal, i play baseball not basketball.

#Exchange accepted… PROCESSING…Complete# 

ElvenLord416: Perfect, feel any smarter?

Bball4evar96: dude! i totally do! i totally get math now!!! my nerdy asshat teacher is gonna be surprised as hell tomorrow!

ElvenLord416: Great, I bet he will be! …Next you said your girlfriend was upset over trust issues…?

Bball4evar96: yea! the bitch is pissed just cuz i want to know where shes goin and who shes hangin out with. who wouldn’t want to know that! but i don’t want her to leave me so..

ElvenLord416: Yeah yeah I totally get you. …I can help with that. Mental exchanges kinda take us into negative exchanges which are a little more complicated with how they work. You can actually give away the absence of things to gain something.

Bball4evar96: …huh?

ElvenLord416: Sorry, like if you wanted to like the color purple you could give away your not liking purple and then you’d like it.

Bball4evar96: Uhh…. huh…

ElvenLord416: Its all in how you word it. All kinds of trades are possible like I could take all of your distrust of people in exchange for like 15 points of your IQ. The app is by nature is very free form and allows users a lot of freedom in how they want to use it. Do you understand?

Bball4evar96: …yeah… i think so…

#Exchange accepted… PROCESSING…Complete# 

Bball4evar96: …hey u still there?

ElvenLord416: LOL Yeah, I just can’t believe there are still people out there who that shit works on. I even explained how this works and you still… Wow. Anyway, now that you trust me completely we can keep going. …You do trust me completely right?

Bball4evar96: …yeah man, u know it.

ElvenLord416: LOLOLOL Awesome. Then since I’ve helped you so much, you don’t mind doing a couple more exchanges for me right?

Bball4evar96: sure, yeah i trust you.

ElvenLord416: Perfect! I exchange all but 4% of my body fat for 95% of your muscle mass. Type okay.

Bball4evar96: okay.

#Exchange accepted… PROCESSING…Complete# 

ElvenLord416: Next I’ll exchange my pale skin tone for hmm… 90% of your cock’s length and girth. Type okay.

Bball4evar96: okay.

#Exchange accepted… PROCESSING…Complete# 

ElvenLord416: Wow… Really wow, this is fantastic… Trust issues, jeez what a dangerous thing to play with. Lucky for me, nobody with a brain trusts anybody on here already.

Bball4evar96: …what do i do now?

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ElvenLord416: ah… man… ya know, I look so good maybe I’ll leave it at that… I’ll even keep your shitty vision, hell I look amazing even with glasses. You need to try and find someone on here that you can trick into giving you some smarts back… or maybe just stay off here altogether before you lose even more. I dunno, you’ll figure it out. Anyways, seeya dude!

…User ElvenLord416 has disconnected…

CoyoteR

Please Don’t Touch the Artifacts (Still just recovering old shorts I did from tumblr @[email protected])

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-“Where have you be– HOLY SHIT!”

—“What bro?”

-“What the hell happened to you?! The professor sent me to find you after you wandered off in the Persian exhibit…”

—“Chill dude, I was just checkin’ the stuff out.”

-“B-But we aren’t supposed to touch any of the new artifacts yet… and I mean what happened to you… you’re huge… but not like fat anymore– OW!”

—“Fat?! You callin’ me fat bro?!”

-“N-No! Just how’d you get all buff-”

—“Fuckin’ hard work bro that’s how! This bod is how I get shit done, its why I -don’t get in trouble when I do shit like accidentally break old shitty pots.”

-“Wait… You broke a– OW! OW! Okay Okay nevermind! But we have to go!”

—“Damn straight nevermind… First I’ma get a selfie for my instagram, fuckin’ queers eat this shit up. Now if you shut the hell up the rest of the way, you can have your usual reward and get all up on this after you finish my homework.”

-“Do your homewor–?! …….Oh! ….Okay…”

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Sometimes It’s Best to Just Leave Well Enough Alone

 “You! You did this, I know you did! The other two can’t even remember what we used to do but I still do!”

“You were drunk and getting out of hand, we’re bouncers; its our job to throw people out when that happens!”

“Stop saying that! We are not male escorts! And you definitely aren’t our client! Jake, Ramone, stop looking at him like that, hes tricking you somehow!”

“Sure we may work the streets sometimes; moneys tight and times are tough, but its the middle of the day and this wasn’t even arranged! Guys! Don’t you remember, he’s doing something to us!”

“This is insane! Listen buddy, I’m calling the cops; what you’re doing can’t be legal.”

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“Hello! I’d like to repo– Err… wait did I dial the wrong number? Err– Y-Yes sir, I’m sorry sir. Yes… the client is right here… Are you sure? The three of us for the whole weekend? A-Ahh– Alright! I-I mean– Yes Daddy! The whole weekend; you can count on us!”

“Mmm… Sorry handsome, my mistake; looks like you’ve bought one of Daddys deluxe packages. Lets get back to your room and we’ll show how with us three definitely isn’t a crowd…”

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Girdle of Masculinity - Unconscious Desire

“Give him some space! Give him some goddamn space!”

Coach Saunders shoved the gawking football players aside as he and a pair of the assistant coaches looked over James’ unmoving form.

It had been a near perfect play, they thought the other team didn’t have a clue. The coach’s misdirection would’ve been flawless… if not for the fact that their opponents had just come to assume the ball would always end up in James’ hands… 

Four guys on their team had hung back and tackled the shit out of him as soon as he caught the ball… When they got up… James wasn’t moving.

“He’s breathing, he’s breathing! Probably has a hell of a concussion and god knows what else… I SAID BACK THE HELL OFF! BACK TO THE SIDELINES!” The last of the players trudged off the field reluctantly.

“Bring that stretcher over here Billy!” The timid looking water boy practically jumped when he heard his name but quickly complied.

“Alright, we’ll lift him on three, make sure you’re supporting his head… Jeez this guy weighs a ton… Billy get your ass over here and help! Get his feet!” Billy nodded vigorously and stepped up obediently, not sure how helpful he’d really be…

“One…. Two…. THREE!” With a great deal of effort they managed to heft James onto the stretcher. Billy paled when he saw how still the star athlete was…

“Alright let’s get him to the locker room.” They wheeled him carefully but swiftly off the field, closing the doors behind them… The room was so quiet compared to how it had been before the game… It seemed wrong somehow to Billy.

Coach Saunders looked James over one more time before sighing and taking a breath.

“Alright you two, get back on the field… We’ll need to win this game without our ace player.” The two assistant coaches nodded, heading back out, Billy went to follow when the coach stopped him.

“Hold up Billy, I need to get on the phone with administration and let them know what happened, then I need to try to get in touch with James’ parents. You stay with him until the ambulance arrives and try to take off some of his pads; VERY carefully… Let’s try and make it easier on whoever they send to move him…” The coach sighed and headed out to find a phone… The room became silent once more… 

Billy stared down at James’ handsome faced, trying to control his breathing.

“…I…I’m sorry this happened to you… I-I hope you’re okay…” The silent room was his only reply.

Billy peered at all the straps and clasps on the larger man’s gear. He had helped players into and out of them a thousand times, James included… 

The day James came out to the team was one of the best days of Billy’s life, he was still far too nervous to come out himself, but seeing someone as tough and cool as James do it made him feel so much better about himself.

He had tried to psyche himself up into asking the quarterback out countless times… But everyone knew James could (and usually did) have anyone he wanted… He was practically perfect, why would he date the equipment manager…

Billy removed most of the padding, dropping it to the floor softly as if he were worried about waking the unconscious player. He paused a moment and looked around the empty room before gently running his hand through James’ hair…

He flushed and looked down at James’ uniform pants… He reached out his hand then stopped… embarrassed at his own behavior, he looked around the room again before turning a deeper shade of red and undoing the QB’s pants and belt.

A wave of dizziness came over Billy but he steadied himself on the gurney… He looked down at Jam– at Jimmy, his eyes widening… He then looked at the weird belt he held in his hand…

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“Alright the medics should be here any second.” Coach stepped back into the locker room right as Jimmy began to stir. “Oh good, you got all his gear off… Hey you with us buddy?”

Jimmy winced, looking around then flushing as he saw their equipment manager standing beside them before nodding slowly… 

Coach Saunders looked Jimmy over again. “You’re fast as anything but man… there ain’t enough padding in the world for a quarterback your size…” He sighed then stepped back. “So… when’re /you/ gonna finally get in the game rather than wasting your time playing equipment manager?” The coach smiled, and looked at his ridiculously over qualified water boy.

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William just smiled. “Sorry coach, I’m happy where I am…”

The older man laughed at that. “You’re the biggest guy on the field when we practice. Half the guys hit the weight room just to try to get guns as big as yours, not to mention how many enjoy just watching you work out…”

The coaches eyes flitted to Jimmy then back to William. Jimmy turned bright red and tilted his head to stare at the blank wall beside them.

“Oh?” William asked coyly. He leaned in close over the prone quarterback, his large frame warming the air between them. Jimmy turned back and started to stammer something before William closed the distance and pressed his mouth softly to Jimmy’s… The smaller form gasped then let out a low moan before William pulled back and smiled.

“An incentive for you to get better… There’s much more where that came from…” He smiled and Jimmy somehow managed to turn an even deeper scarlet.

Just then the paramedics burst through the door, they expertly shifted Jimmy onto their stretcher and headed for the door. William reached out, his fingertips gently brushing Jimmy’s as they left… The room was silent for a moment more before William turned back to the coach.

“I’m gonna head back out there with the team… You can hang back for a few if you need to.” Will smiled, gesturing to the coach’s obvious wood which the older man quickly tried to cover with his clipboard. 

Will just gave another charming smile and raised his arm, flexing his meaty bicep and giving a thumbs up before heading out to the field.

The coach sighed… “Looks like I’ll need another bottle of lube tonight…”

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Girdle of Masculinity - Team Player

“I-I don’t know Coach… There’s too much riding on this. I’ve done okay for the year but I feel like I’m barely keeping it together.”

James “Jimmy” Conroy was confiding his anxieties to Coach Felix Saunders.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re a fantastic quarterback Jimmy… You’re fast, agile, and clever as anything, more than making up for any size difference you have with other players.”

“Thanks Coach… I-I just… I should have never come out to the team… I thought since it was senior year and we’d been together for so long, it’d work out… but…”

Felix winced and patted Jimmy on the shoulder, he’d advised the young man earlier this year to trust his team mates and go for it. But for the most part they had… disappointed him.

“It’s alright son, it just surprised some of them is all. You knew… a couple would be bothered by it… … …At least the water boy seemed pretty excited to accept you.” Coach Saunders tried to add a bit of levity to their conversation and Jimmy offered him a small smile but resumed hanging his head all the same.

“Just… this is the last game of the main season. Scouts will be there, my… family will be there. Between this, my grades, coming out… it’s all too much.”

Jimmy’s words broke Felix up inside… He didn’t ever plan on becoming a PE Teacher and Coach when he was younger but he turned out to be one of the great ones. He cared about the kids, and seeing Jimmy like this tore him up inside. The boy was an incredible player, one of the best the school had seen… but his confidence and self-esteem were shattered. And he wasn’t wrong, if he blew this game it was going to affect his future big time… If only he could get his confidence back…–

“Jimmy– James… There is something…” Felix slowly breathed in, choosing his words carefully. “…Something we can do to get you through this game and off on the right track again.”

Jimmy looked up, confused and red eyed.

“…But just this once… Just for this game.”

“…What coach?”

Felix gripped his belt buckle and paused a moment before undoing it. Jimmy flinched a moment as the wrestling muscle god that was Coach Saunders shifted back to the man that he was, gut, graying hair, and all.

“C-Coach… W-what?”

“Calm down Jimmy… Let me explain.”

And Felix told him all about the belt and how it worked and what it did (leaving out the circumstances of it coming to him of course…) Jimmy’s eyes slowly widened as he took in what Coach Saunders was proposing.,..

“…S-So noone will notice the difference?”

“Put it on right here and now before you go back to the locker room and yes, only you and I will know.”

“O-Okay…” He reached out and took the simple looking belt from his Coach. 

“Here goes…”

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The game was INCREDIBLE. Felix was right, all that boy needed was an injection of confidence and he was unstoppable. Not only did they win, not only did he carry the team, but when the score hit 49 - 0 the other team just gave up, forfeiting the game.

All his team mates, his friends, were cheering and hugging him; none of the tension, none of the discomfort was there as the Coach watched them carry him off the field. The young man had had a big day and a big night ahead of him. Felix decided he’d leave the belt with him for the night, let him enjoy himself, he had definitely earned it.

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…But when Jimmy didn’t show up the next day at school however, Felix grew a bit concerned. Fun is fun, but there are limits. He drove to Jimmy’s house that evening after practice and knocked on the door. It took several moments but a sheepish looking Jimmy, normal Jimmy, finally opened the door.

“Uh… Hey Coach…”

“Hi Jimmy… I think you know why I’m here.”

He turned a bit red in the face, nodding quickly. “Yeah, come in, come in.”

Felix stepped inside, looking about.

“Oh- My parents left this morning on a trip, its just me. Sorry the place is a bit of a mess. They’re not very neat even on the best of days and we don’t have company a lot so there wouldn’t be any reason for them to usually clean up before they g–

“Jimmy…” Felix said flatly.

“Right right. Sorry, it was just such a rush with the game and everything after, I was just kind of riding high…”

Felix chuckled and nodded. “I know, I know. Believe me I know the feeling. But you still need to go to school and finish out the year. Why don’t you go grab it?”

“…Y-Yeah. I’ll get it.” Jimmy quickly moved out of the living room into the house. Felix took a moment to look around… pill bottles, garbage everywhere… Jeez its a good thing he’s getting out of here, going off to a good state school to play while he gets his degre——

“…Hey Coach. What’d you need to talk about again?” A deep voice filled Felix’s ears as he turned around and sucked in his breath. James had removed his shirt, of course he had… it looked so uncomfortable… God some days Felix worried he was going to do something that would get him fired. 

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The QBs body was built like a brick house. Powerful tree trunk legs, thick torso, ripped biceps… But most of all… James’ most distinguishing figure that got him all the attention… His enormous pectorals and perfect angled quarter sized nipples. Felix had to actively keep himself from drooling as well as shift the way he was standing. James just gave that awkward smile of his.

“Uh… James… I needed to talk to you about something important…” What the devil was it?! It was… something about… James’….muscles… …? Felix shook his head, no it wouldn’t be that.

James just gave a rich laugh. “If you were going to try to talk me out of skipping school and just going straight into the NFL, I told you I made up my mind. The team is going out on a limb and waiving a lot of rules to scoop me up. I’ll keep doing games with you for the rest of the year, but there’s no point in going to class anymore.” 

Felix opened his mouth to protest but James just offered him that same awkward apologetic smile and his heart melted. He knew it wasn’t a great choice, but the boy was talented… There’s a reason he is being given this opportunity… 

Before he could say anything the larger man stepped up and wrapped the coach in an enormous embrace. The coach could feel those powerful slabs of muscle on James’ chest pressing into his own and felt faint.

“Thank you Coach… For everything, you’ve done more for me than you know.”

Felix gave a small smile and just patted James on the back lightly.

“Alright alright… Why don’t you get some rest. Now that you’re out I know guys’ll be keeping you up after your performance the other night at the game.” Felix smiled and James actually blushed a little! 

“I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.”

James released him and gave him a grin and a meaty thumbs up. “I’ll be there!”

And Felix left, got in his car, and raced home… only stopping to pick up a bottle of lube on the way…

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Girdle of Masculinity - Wrested Control

“We uhh… we… really should focus on Cody’s uhh… truancy… This.. -NGH! –is unprofessional… Oh Dan, FUCK!”

Felix Saunders, professional gym teacher, former professional top, and now seemingly amateur bottom, moaned as Dan gripped him by his hair and pressed his face hard into the front of Dan’s jeans, filling the man’s nostrils with his musky scent.

Dan smirked “Mmhmm… Like I thought, you talk a big game and like to act like a tough guy…” 

He picked up a photo of Felix off the man’s desk, it showed the coach in probably his late 20′s prominently displaying a wrestling trophy. Dan smiled vindictively and locked the office door.

“But those days are long gone. Now when you come face to… “ Dan’s grin widened. “…face… with a real man, you remember you’re just a washed up athlete turned gym teacher.”

Dan reached behind Felix, ripping the other man’s shirt off, exposing his slightly pudgy gut. Felix winced and tried to cover himself, especially the painful erection Dan was causing in him; Dan just laughed. 

“You’re a ridiculous tired stereotype, the kids don’t even respect you. I can’t believe I was ever attracted to you much less that you turned me down!” Dan stripped off his own shirt revealing a sturdy pectoral shelf hovering over a deeply cut six pack, all with a light dusting of dark hair. 

Felix blinked at that. …When did Dan proposition him? If he had (Felix flushed deeper at this thought) he would never have turned him down…

Dan gripped him by the hair once more, pulling him up into a hungry kiss. His mouth and tongue pressing against the other mans’ and dominating them fully. The coach whimpered softly, his resistances crumbling. Dan grinned and pulled his face away before gently tugging Felix’s face and mouth towards his own prominent arousal. “That’s right… You know you want it…”

Felix could no longer argue, with hungry abandon he reached out, quickly undoing Dan’s fly, unbuckling his belt, and unbuttoning his jea– 

“Hey! Wait–!” 

NGGHHH! Felix blinked the sudden migraine away before looking up at Dan… Dan…. ………….Dan.

The suddenly shorter man yanked himself away quickly, Felix stood up and his eyes narrowed. Dan swiftly rebuckled his belt and his form shifted and shimmered before it returned back to the stud oozing sex appeal that had walked into the Coach’s office… …He rebuckled the belt…

Dan coughed lightly… “A-Anyway… “ He stammered in a deep baritone. “Back to–HEY!”

Felix was on him in a flash; Dan was tackled to the ground and throwing wild punches beneath him. It had been years, decades since Felix had seriously wrestled, but in that moment it may as well have been yesterday.

Dan was bigger, stronger, but he lacked all technique. Felix got his legs around the larger man’s waist and his arms crossed around the muscular neck in a tight sleeper hold.

“F-Fuuuuckinghh ahsshole–! LET ME GOOoooo—” Dan slumped gently down, out cold… 

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“…Coach? Are you okay in there…?” It sounded like Steve from the baseball team.

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#knock knock knock# 

“Coach…? It sounded like something fell–

The door clicked and opened wide and out stepped Coach Saunders… in all his shirtless glory. Steve sucked in a breath as the older man closed the door behind himself then turned to Steve and grinned.

“Something wrong son?”

“N-No sir, are you alright?” Felix grinned widely at the word “sir.” 

“Where’s your shirt.. and is that a new bel–”

“Eh, decided who needs it! Especially when you look like this am I right?” Coach Saunders laughed in his deep rich voice, flexing his massive pectorals while resting his hands on his hips and giving the belt a slight adjustment.

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Steve’s blush deepened and he gave a weak shrug.

Coach’s eyes narrowed and his voice bellowed. “Good! Then get back to practice boy!”

Steve visibly jumped “Y-Yessir!” And he ran back down the hall to the gym.

Felix’s grin returned instantly as he flexed his right bicep to its impressive peak. 

“..Damn right, sir."

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Girdle of Masculinity - Father Knows Best

Dan turned the key as quietly as he could, opening the backdoor to his rundown home. He barely made a sound…he didn’t want his sons to hear him coming inside. 

This is how it had been ever since he ended up with them. He had walked out long ago when he realized their mother wasn’t really to his… tastes. But when their mom went to prison well… He wasn’t at all Dad material but he did have a house, such as it is… so the kids ended up with him. 

He gently closed the door behind him, wincing visibly when it creaked. 

Who would have guessed that his son would grow so big and unruly though? So much so that it felt like he wasn’t at all in charge, like he didn’t even own his home anymore. At 5′9, balding, and weighing a very round 200 lbs, he had been recently dumped again and he could barely see any of himself in his handsome son.

As he crept up the stairs towards his bedroom, he saw the boy’s door open a crack. Dan hesitated a moment but then peered in, inhaling sharply.

He saw Ty standing there next to his full body mirror, shirtless, wearing just some gym shorts… and a belt weirdly… But he could only watch in silence as the powerful man flexed his enormous torso, running his hands over his biceps and tracing their contours.

Dan flushed, ashamed that he would be looking on at his son like this… He was pathetic… As he averted his eyes a moment though, he saw his other son Cody sneaking out of the bathroom, coming up behind Ty. 

What is that daft boy doing?! Trying to scare Ty? Hes gonna get the crap kicked out of him– 

But Cody didn’t try to scare him. He reached around Ty’s tight waist and deftly undid the buckle on the belt he had been wearing–

Dan winced, gripping his head a moment as reality came crashing down on him.

“CODY! Let go! Its mine!”

“You stole it from me you little shit!”

His sons wrestled around on the floor for the belt… Ty– Tyler back to… normal. He stared, taking it all in… thinking for several long moments as they fought… Then slamming open the door. His sons froze, turning to the sound.

“What in the hell are you two making so much noise for! I was trying to sleep!” He lied, while he stormed over to them.

“D-Dad! Sorry we didn’t know you were home–” Dan reached down and snatched the belt away from the both of them as they cried out.

“And what the hell is this? Are you morons fighting over an old belt?! What is wrong with you!”

They looked to each other, Tyler stammered a bit, his eyes never leaving the belt. 

“S-Sorry Dad! Its nothing, just Cody tried to take my belt, I wanted it ba–”

“Its not yours! You took it from m–”

“ENOUGH! Neither of you get the stupid belt! I’m taking it!”

Dan marched towards the bathroom, Cody let out a squeak and they both tried to chase after him. He slammed the door shut and locked it but could hear them talking frantically on the other side. He eyed the belt curiously before pulling it on…

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“This is your fault!”

“Me?! You started this whole thing!”

“Well what are we going to do if he puts it on!”

“Why would he?! He thinks its a kids belt! We’ll wait for him to go to sleep and–”

The bathroom door opened and their father stepped out… Tall, intimidating, and of course shirtless as always… His hard masculine jaw curved into a smirk as he looked at his now silent kids. 

“You two done fightin’ then?” He asked in a deep baritone.

They looked at each other, neither seeming to remember what they had even been fighting about. Their father’s smirk grew.

“Good. Now get to bed!” He barked, they scrambled immediately out of the room.

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Dan let out a rich chuckle, thinking to himself a moment what to do next… He then remembered Mr. Saunders, Cody’s hot gym teacher who had turned him down months ago, had texted him and wanted a parent teacher conference about Cody skipping class… 

He smiled and stepped back into the bathroom and pulled out his phone, taking a selfie and sending it in reply “Give me a time and place, I’ll be there stud.”

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Girdle of Masculinity - Sibling Rivalry

“Dude… Whats that sound?” Josh peered at the ceiling, hearing the rhythmic creaking above. Tyler just rolled his eyes and focused on the video game they were playing.

“Cody’s… business.” He grumbled, blushing slightly. Josh’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit! I didn’t know Cody from school is your brother Cody!”

“Yeah…”

“He’s got like the whole football team wrapped around his finger! And he’s your brother?!”

Tyler’s blush deepened and he scowled.. “More like every team.” 

“And wrapped around more than just his finger…” He added, mumbling.

“What’s he like?” Josh asked as Tyler tightened his grip on the controller.

“What? I dunno man… Big, strong, tough, even my dad avoids him when he’s around.”

“…Could I meet him?” Josh peered at Tyler hopefully.

Tyler threw the controller to the floor. “Are you serious?! No dude!” Tyler put on his practiced tough guy voice

“Come on! Maybe just go see him real quick…?”

Tyler got up and flipped off the TV, raising his voice and puffing out his chest, clearly annoyed his friend was challenging him on this. “No! Forget it, just go home dude!.”

Josh frowned. “Come on! Nevermind, we can go back to playi–”

“Go. home. Josh.” Tyler seemed livid, Josh finally rolled his eyes and left.

Tyler sat there in silence for several minutes for several minutes before kicking his chair. “Dammit!”

He stormed upstairs, heading to the backdoor and ignoring some startled limping jock trying to sneak out through the front.

The backyard was a mess, it hadn’t been properly taken care of in some time, but there were some weights and other random workout equipment by the back wall of the house. Tyler went straight to the weights and started his workout routine.

It was so ridiculous. So unfair. Every time. Every time one of his friends finds out about Cody that’s it, after that they only want to come over to suck up to him, to hang around him, to look at his… 

Tyler grunted, dropping the free weights and stretching. For as long as he could remember, that’s how it had always been; no matter how tough or how strong Tyler got, Cody was always more, bigger and using it to ruin his life.

He leaned against the back porch railing and tugged off his shirt, looking down at himself disappointingly before hearing a snicker from the doorway.

He turned and saw Cody there, muscular arms crossed over his thick bare chest, a wad of bills in one hand.

“Looking good bro! Just a few hundred more years and maybe you’ll be able to make a friend that hangs around and doesn’t try to peep on me on their way out.” 

He grinned and Tyler winced. Hurt, but not really surprised…

“Whatever Cody! You suck.”

Cody looked annoyed a moment before just smirking, leaning in close and giving a direct view of his powerful pecs and heavy biceps.

“Me? Suck? Heh… Not even once. Though speaking of, make sure when your friend comes back with his money you let him know if that’s what he’s into, sucking costs extra.”

Tyler stammered a reply, flush with anger but Cody just laughed and headed inside.

Tyler threw his undershirt back on then followed inside soon after… Not this time… He would tell Cody to leave Josh alone, he won’t do this again.

Tyler headed upstairs towards his brother’s room to confront him, he saw a guy who he was pretty sure was captain of the baseball team, asleep on the bed. There was a sound of running water in the bathroom and the door was hanging half open so Tyler approached, peering inside.

Cody had turned on the shower but was staring at his own reflection in the mirror, flexing his muscles and running his hands slowly over his abs… What a freaking narcissist… Tyler thought but continued to stare in spite of himself.

Cody went to undo his pants, but seemed to hesitate a moment, looking back to the mirror before finally undoing his belt… The instant the buckle was undone, his form shimmered and Tyler’s head swam.

Tyler gasped as suddenly where his powerful brother stood was… his real brother…

It was like a floodgate had opened in his mind. This was his brother, a punk and a loser who had practically dropped out and couldn’t even hold down a part time job.

Cody looked at his reflection and flinched, quickly hopping into the shower and pulling back the curtain.

Tyler was going to kick his ass! How could he do that to him! How could he… How could… Tyler’s eyes settled on the belt draped next to the sink.

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Cody scrubbed himself clean as quick as he could, he hated taking off the belt even for a second but he hadn’t showered in days. The guys seemed to love it, but it was starting to feel gross. He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and dried himself off. He pulled on his underwear and pants then reached for the belt…

“What the fuck..?” He looked all around on the floor. Where the hell was it?!

Shit! What if the ball player– Kurt…? Steve…? Whatever! What if that guy had woken up and grabbed it while he was in here! Oh shit! What if Tyler had– 

Cody threw open the bathroom door about to say something before the words fell out of his throat. Steve… the guys name was Steve… was pulling his shirt on and handing some money to… to…

“What the hell are you doing in my bathroom bro?”

His younger… bigger… brother Ty, stood up staring at him; his undershirt stretched over the hard muscles covering his body. Cody’s face turned red and he stammered… Wait why was he in there?

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Ty’s face hardened a bit as he stepped forward confidently, a slight smile starting to form on his stubble covered, hard jawline.

“You were in there sniffing my dirty clothes again, weren’t you?”

Cody’s face fell… He was. He had been… Memories of pressing his face into Ty’s sweaty jocks and their musky scent filled his mind and caused him to drop his hands over the front of the towel, flushing deeper red as his eyes fell on his brothers crotch for just a moment before looking down.

The ball player slipped out quietly and Ty stepped right up to Cody, stone faced. Finally he looked down at Cody and smirked, grabbing his thin arm in his meaty fist and pulling it away, revealing Cody’s arousal.

“So that’s how it is bro. Alright.. Whatever, I’m a business man. Go get your money.”

Cody’s eyes widened and he turned to run to his room and see what he had left, before his brother grabbed him again by the shoulder.

“And call some of your friends over.” Cody’s face paled. 

“I know how you love it when they watch you humiliate yourself.” Cody looked terrified and confused a moment before blushing even deeper, mumbling then nodding and acknowledging Ty’s words true.

“Oh yeah and don’t forget bro.” Ty’s grin grew as he flexed his massive arm.

“Sucking costs extra.”

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Girdle of Masculinity - Can’t Hang Onto It Forever

“I can’t believe Cody of all people broke into your freaking locker! And how could you leave it in there anyway?!” Matt yelled incredulously at his boyfriend as Jack took a sharp right turn, going far beyond a safe speed for the neighborhood they were driving in; but the car they were chasing was going as fast if not faster.

“For the last time I can’t wear it every second of the day! Things get all weird from reality making sense of me being a borderline sex god when I’m still just a senior going to class about to graduate high school!” Jack leaned on his horn as he blew through a stop sign.

“People just get kind of confused until I explain the weirdness away somehow… Ya know usually I don’t go to my locker before last period… he’s always skipping class, he probably watched my routine and didn’t expect me to be meeting you there today. I think that little dropout’s been planning this!”

Matt just groaned and held onto the car door. 

“He’s not a dropout, it’s just like his… third try at graduating this year? I guess he must be learning /something/. That ugly, sneaky, thug-poser, little punk… How did he even find out about the girdle? Have you been showing it to other people?”

“Of course not! And how should I know?! We’re just lucky he didn’t have a chance to put it on– Hey! I think this is his house!”

Cody nearly hopped the curb in front of the small-ish rundown old house. He leapt out of his car so fast he stumbled on his baggy sagging jeans, his cap nearly blowing off his head as he ran for the front door with the belt in hand. Jack slammed on the brakes parking right behind him as he and Matt ran out of the car after their thieving target.

Cody fumbled with his housekey for only a moment before gettting the door open, he stepped inside smirking and giving the pair the finger before slamming the door shut. Jack heard the lock click right as he ran onto the stoop and let out a yell of frustration. Matt banged on the door, tugging at the handle.

“Give it back Cody! Its not yours!” Jack looked around frantically, noting the busted gate to the backyard; he sprinted behind the house, Matt quickly falling into step behind him. They ran to the rickety backdoor, testing the handle, it was unlocked!

“Yes!” Jack threw open the door and they ran inside through a dirty kitchen into the house’s living room.

… Where they came to a sudden stop as they spotted Cody standing there… He was shirtless and… just so ruggedly handsome, his face was so perfectly chiseled and the light darkening of stubble on his jaw made him exude masculinity… He looked strangely nervous for a moment but neither Jack nor Matt knew why… Actually why were they even here again?

They both looked confused but very clearly aroused. Jack looked to Matt, speaking a little quietly.

“…W-Why did we break into Cody’s house?” Matt had a look like deer in the headlights, not knowing the answer; he looked back to the buff half-naked sexiness oozing man opposite them. The nervous look melted off Cody’s face and shifted to a wide grin before his face went stony.

“You two queers didn’t break in. The backdoor was just open for you like always, you brought the money right?” He looked between them watching for their response.

Jack rubbed his head still feeling confused… Yeah the backdoor was always open for him and Matt… and he /did/ bring money but why–

Cody spoke up again. “You know you little queers only get to worship all this if you pay up.” He ran his hand over his torso before letting it settle, patting the large bulge in the front of his jeans. The pair’s eyes widened, remembering.

“Two hundred, one from each of you… Like always.” 

 

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Girdle of Masculinity - Department Store

Jack chased his shorter dark-haired boyfriend Matt around the back of the department store, pulling his own pants up as he did so. Matt was grinning and running with the belt in hand.

“Give it back! It’s not funny!”

“I’ll stop if you just wait out of sight! I want to try this!”

Matt ran through the pair of double doors labelled “Employees Only.” Jack followed behind but lost sight of him in the large back storeroom. He groaned “We shouldn’t be messing around with it like this! I think a couple kids from school work here Matt!”

The pair of seniors had gone to the store to pick out some outfits for Jack; when he wore the girdle it changed things enough that his clothes at home were the right size, but Matt had convinced him to pick out some new tighter (and possibly themed) outfits.

Rounding another corner behind mannequins and boxes of clothing, Jack called out again “What’s the point if I don’t even see you put it on? I won’t know you when it changes things around!” There was no response, but he thought he heard a stifled giggle coming from a nearby utility area and moved towards it.

Matt of course had an ulterior motive in pushing to come here. He had wanted to try out the Girdle of Masculinity ever since he saw it in action… So Jack should have seen it coming when Matt waited until his clothes were off in the changing room (including the belt) and threw open the door, grabbed it and ran.

He rounded the corner at a sprint, then slammed on the brakes as his breathing hitched. He had almost run into someone who seemed to be finishing getting dressed… an incredibly sexy someone at that. He stared at Jack a moment and let go of his belt before letting the stretched t-shirt fall into place over his thick abdominals. His dark eyes seemed to smile at Jack, causing him to blush and stammer. 

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The guy must be a model working for the store or something… Jack thought.

“S-Sorry I didn’t mean to… I mean… I was just–”

“Just what?” The stud’s voice was deep and smooth, it seemed to just flow out of him. “…Why were you back here again?” His eyes looked at Jack questioningly, though somehow there was a playful, almost teasing tone in his voice.

“Err.. I was–” Why /was/ Jack back here? Why did he go to the store at all? He wanted to get new clothes… That’s right, he didn’t remember why exactly, that seemed a little foggy; but he knew he wanted to buy some new clothes. So why was he back here? He… must have been looking for someone from the store to assist him. Yes, that’s right.

The man, watched him as he thought, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“I was looking for someone that works here to help me…” He coughed, blushing and nodding lightly. “D-Do you know if there is anyone back here who can help?”

“Well /I/ could provide some assistance…” With that, the dark-haired stranger leaned forward, putting one hand behind Jack’s back and the other behind his head in his hair and pulled him into a rough kiss, grinding their bodies together.

Jack’s eye widened, beyond startled. Who was this guy? How did he know Jack was gay? (Other than the obvious tent in his trousers he supposed…) Why was he doing this? Was it a prank or was it… 

After a moment though, Jack just let the questioning thoughts trail off, enjoying the hungry mouth pressed to his own, the only thing escaping his lips was a slight whimper.

After a moment, the man suddenly started giggling against him, then outright laughing. Jack leaned back, looking confused and beginning to get upset… What was going on? /Was/ this some kind of joke?

The man reached down to his waist and Jack watched, flushing a deeper red as the man started undoing his own belt… 

Oh… okay… well I like jokes… Jack thought, watching. When suddenly the black t-shirt became baggy on him and the deep rich baritone laugh became a more familiar one.

“Matt?! Dammit Matt that’s not funny!” 

Matt seemed like could hardly breathe he was laughing so hard.

“It totally is! You looked like you were going to lose it in your pants just from kissing me!”

“Ugh! You shouldn’t be so reckless with that thing, if we play around with it too much it’s gonna come back and bite us…”

“Oh whatever, it was nothing but playing around when /you/ had it.” Matt grinned at him, heading back towards the door to the store proper. Jack quickly caught up to him, not wanting him or the girdle out of his sight again.

As the door closed behind them, a rather thug-ish looking boy peered out from behind the shipping crate he had been rifling through when the pair had run back there. He rarely went these days… but his mind definitely recognized the two of them from school… though it was much more focused on that belt they had…

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