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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

If Wishes Were Fishes

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!”

CoyoteR

Hot New App: Chat Exchange

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…”

CoyoteR

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…”

CoyoteR

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…”

CoyoteR

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…

CoyoteR

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."

CoyoteR

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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Girdle of Masculinity

 

“Jack…Why am I watching you put your pants on again?”

“Not my pants! My belt! I told you, you didn’t remember I was me when I was wearing it before, the inscription says if you don’t see me put it on, you only remember the new me.”

“Right… the new you… That I don’t remember either…”

“Yeah, because I took the belt off! Listen, I’m telling the truth, you’ll see in a second. Then we’ll get to have some real fun.”

“Is this like some role-playing thing because I told you I was into muscular guys? Its just a fantasy thing, you know I like you…”

“Well then I promise you’ll like me even more after this, if this works I’m going to wear this all day every day.”

“…Gross- HOLY CRAP!”

“Told you! Isn’t this thing awesome?”

“You-You look amazing…”

“Yeah! Weird, I didn’t notice the belt changes a little also when I do…”

“Uh huh… weird… Hey… so what you’re saying is… you wouldn’t even really remember it anymore if… I were to put it on?”

“…Don’t even think about it.”

 

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