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  1. thanks brah. what do you like about this story?
  2. goggletan

    m/m Prison Break

    I love mornings. Its the very moment when I put on my uniform which i love the most I can’t describe that feeling , Its something that can only be felt. You suddenly feel a rush of power and invulnerability. Like nothing can hurt you. And as you put on your sunglasses and stare at your own reflection you cant help but see yourself as an Alpha god. My name is Officer Branson and I’ve been a prison warden for a few years since i left school. But the best part of being a prison warden is actually entering the prison. Here. You are the Alpha Master. Here. You are god. With my officer rank I can make these little prison bitches do anything i want. They get stripped down every morning as i get dressed. We give them some health checkups to make sure they’re doing alright. We make sure they have good oral hygiene And that their private parts are well taken cared off. They are then ushered to have they’re meals. Throughout the day these prisoners are to queue up properly for anything they need. Of course you can tell by now. We abuse our inmates. Whats the fun in being a warden if you don’t abuse your power? The power trip was amazing. There would be new inmates every few weeks and these would be my new favorites. They come in to prison, buffed and muscular. And our job was to deprive them of the nutrition that made them the muscular hunks they have become. To bend them in whatever way we pleased to break they’re spirits. To turn these former Alpha criminals into something that would be more easily controlled in prison. They usually struggle and try to escape. But we tie them up. We deny them any means of free will. We fuck them simultaneously in both they’re holes. We degrade them and make them think of themselves as lesser beings. And we succeed all the time… I loved my job. The power rush it gave me was incredible beyond words. But there was something else i always wanted. All these mindless fucking and humiliation of my prisoners have just made me more lonely inside. I craved to be loved. To find a man whom i could share a passionate kiss with. And that was something my job could never give me… Until now….. We never call our prisoners by they’re actual names. In fact we are never even told of their real names. These prisoners are to be treated as less than human. And their names would reflect that. Number 309 came in to prison during the early morning. We took a mugshot of him before we proceeded to hull him into his cell. He however wasn’t like the other inmates. He was tall and lean but already skinny like a twig and didn’t look as strong as the other thug Alpha inmates we had. His skin was pale but looked healthy otherwise. Even though i was wearing my dark sunglasses I could see there was something special about his eyes. It sparkled as i looked directly into his eyes. As if he was flirting with me. I have to say. I was pretty attracted to his pretty boy good looks. And i requested to be the one to give him the “health checkup” Pointing at him he stared back at me and if i didnt mistake it. He gave me a subtle grin. I couldn’t wait to abuse him. I entered the checkup room in complete darkness as i stripped my pants. He was seated on a chair bound and blindfolded like all the other inmates before him. I would usually have forced open his mouth to gag him with my cock had he been like the other struggling inmates. But he was different. He did not yell at me or plead or threatened me to be set free. He did not struggle or squirm. He took all the humiliating acts i did with vigor. He even willingly tasted my stinky underwear and licked his lips. I then subtly placed my quickly erecting cock near his shoulder to see his reaction. He was getting even harder. It was the most passionate face fuck i had ever administered. That night I couldnt sleep thinking about number 309. That passion. That balance of rough and gentle touches. It was amazing. I had hoped to stop thinking about him the next day. But I couldn’t. On the drive to work the only think on my mind was his thick sexy lips and the warm touch of his tongue. I needed more. I spent most of the next week hanging around his cell. As we weren’t allowed to enter the prisoner’s cell during certain times number 309 would suck me off from behind his cell. It was incredibly erotic. We never really spoke but he gave me the passion I had always wanted. And i think he knew he was pleasing me greatly but i wasn’t sure why he would continue doing this. The face fucking would eventually evolve into full on fucking. The prison cell did not stop us from fucking. And soon even it did not stop me from entering the cell illegally. But now he was beginning to make simple conversations with me. He told me alittle about his likes and dislikes. How he yearned to be allowed out of his prison cell every once in awhile. To take a walk in the garden and look at the sky. And to have better food than the disgusting crap we served. But most importantly and surprisingly, number 309 told me “He loved me” And how could i refuse his love? I wanted to give him the simple freedom he desired so much. But there always has to be a person in the cell or the higher ups would know something was amiss. So we made simple plans to swap our clothing every few days. I would wear his orange uniform and sit quietly in his cell pretending to be him. While he would wear my uniform and have a a few short minutes of freedom walking near the corridor of his cell. Those short minutes slowly turned into a few hours. And those few hours slowly became as much as half a day. Our swaps became more sophisticated and I would watch him wax up his hair into badboy spikes and have him use my sunglasses to further disguise his identity as he begin to walk further and further away from his cell every time. I soon begin to realize he was doing more than just walking around the compound. He would leave me in his prison cell as he spent hours in the gym reserved for prison wardens such as myself. And i could slowly see his body change every time we swapped back out of our clothes. He used to come back for his meals. But now he eats at the prison warden’s cafeteria where they have steak and other protein rich food while i get on my knees naked and eat out of a bowl with my mouth. And after some time on his diet I could already begin to feel the effects on my own body. I was getting smaller. My arms were losing its muscle mass and i was getting physically weaker. My body wasted away as i couldn’t freely use the gym and had to sit in a little cell doing nothing everyday. But what really killed me was the loneliness. There were times i felt so lonely without him but i knew he would come back every evening without fail before the night ended. He would give me the passionate kiss i yearned so much for. We would swap back our roles for the night and the cycle would repeat itself. But as time went on. There were days he would not come back. Those days grew more and more as i noticed his body becoming bigger and his skin glowing with a dark golden tanned glow. He was spending his days heading to the beach to achieve this as i saw the photos of him being circulated by other prisoners. But i knew he wouldn’t betray me. He said he loved me. And sometimes he would still come back to swap our identities. But at some point he stopped coming back altogether. Leaving me wondering about him. I was hoping he wasn’t in danger or if he was formulating a plan to get us both out of prison so we can be together forever. But still I would keep his cell warm and be a good prisoner in his absence. I had to play pretend as well as i could. I would endure all humiliation and pain for him. Once i was the Officer. Now i was the prisoner. I spent every morning as I had for the longest time being paraded by other officer warden who were more human than me as they stripped me of all my clothing. They would then administer a health checkup for me. Starting with oral health To full body inspections. Sometimes they would humiliate and laugh at me for their own entertainment But more often than not, most days now I’m being used as furniture And it was on one of these days that as i was kneeling on the cold hard ground with my naked body stripped of all my dignity and respect that i heard a loud motor sound. I looked up and saw a huge tall muscular golden hunk shirtless and riding a motorbike. I heard the other officers saying "Officer Branson" had quit his job as a prison officer and has decided to pursue his freedom to travel on his cocky new motorbike. Getting of his bike, the tall muscular officer approached me. His face was cold and emotionless and i couldn’t tell what he was thinking behind his dark sunglasses. He than removed his sunglasses. Looked down upon me and spat on my face…
  3. Never thought about it that way. What you say makes sense. If Scott would have asked Greg upfront to swap bodies or even buy his body I’m sure Greg would have refused. So I’m not so sure if Greg was a nice guy or was he just too naive and trustful of his Friend. And why why do you think Greg would accept his new life as Scott’s private slave? He used to be a champion bodybuilder and an alpha male. Why would he so easily give up and simply become a slave happily to the man who stole his body?
  4. Interesting, than what does Greg deserve than? I mean he was a nice guy who tried to help his friend. Scott might have deserved to be the one in the muscular body, but does Greg deserve his unfortunate fate with balls in his mouth and forced to live out the rest of his life as a skinny loser? hmmmm....
  5. No idea for a part 3. But don't you feel bad for Greg? Scott's really a douchebag asshole huh?
  6. imagine your new boss coming into your office. 10 years younger than you but already in a senior position, taller, better looking, more muscular and with a cock bigger than yours... oh yeaa!
  7. lol yes it was! But think about it, the rich , condescending prick did get what he deserved. But the loser guy eventually became a rich , condescending prick himself. So should he lose his newly given body too?
  8. lol thanks man. For me it was more of the double role reversal that got me hard. the military plotline was a bonus lol
  9. thanks man. Like to let you guys the readers connect the dots lol
  10. lol thanks man. He got hard from being a slave. Now he gets to be one for the rest of his life. He might enjoy it lol
  11. I left the switching part quite vague so that readers could make it up on their minds. But also leave them slightly clueless as this story was from the POV of the dad. But could you tell that the 2 guys swapped? And maybe Guess how they swapped?
  12. Glad you guys enjoyed the role reversal lol The master was inspired by a really alpha guy I knew. Tall and muscly too. But he had a fetish for being humiliated, slapped, verbally abused... so just curious If you guys found the relationship between master and slave good? And did it make the ending a good one?
  13. Thanks man. Howd you like the characters?
  14. "You can't be serious son!" Yelling at my 19 year old son I tried to dissuade him from what he was about to do. "I can't lose this competition dad! It means the world to me! You gotta help me!" My boy was always headstrong. A born Alpha Male with my genetics he was designed for greatness. He inherited my masculine good looks, tall height and large cock. The only thing he did not seem to inherit from me was my muscle mass. My son was a champion cyclist. He was fast like lightning and even faster to flash his dashing smile whenever he crossed the finishing line in cocky victory. Being a cyclist he was naturally scrawny in frame. Being tall and lanky did make him look smaller too. In contrast I was a champion bodybuilder in my youth and had won countless competitions. And now, even though i do not compete, my muscles have mostly stayed intact, and my looks never seemed to age. Good genetics i guess. Alas another thing my son did not inherit from me was my sportsmanship. You see, my son was a champion. He was addicted to winning and he would want to win at all cost. The rush of victory, the adrenaline of getting to the finishing line first. The attention he would get from winning, and all the girls who would want to feel his muscled cyclist torso was what drove him to win. Even if that meant cheating. "Look i've already planned this for ages. I know i cant win against those new guys from New york. But ive got tricks up my sleeve dad." He smirked a wicked smile as he continued. "I will be hiding in a secret location halfway in the race. But the person who will take my identity and go first at the start line will be our little slave..." Pulling a metal chain towards his dirty feet, a pathetic looking skinny slave crawls towards my son's stinky feet. The blindfolded slave than silently proceeds to clean my son's toes and shoes with his tongue, always making sure to lick up every spot. My son than gestures at the slaves naked body particularly his arms and feet. "Check out his body dad. Notice any difference? I've been training him to cycle on my behalf. I whip him early in the morning and make sure he cycles with me and trains under my routine daily. He will take my place at the starting line as me and swap places with me just before we cross the finishing line where i can win this race victoriously...like i always do" "I mean after all no one should be able to tell the difference between me and him. We are practicaly the same age, we're both skinny tall lanky dudes. And we have almost the same face! No one will know!" He puts both his arms behind his head and lies back in a cocky position while he opens his legs wide like an Alpha Male. "All i need you to do dad, is to watch my slave at the swap point to make sure he stays in bondage. Shaking my head I disagreed with my Son's actions "You can carry on with your plans if you want. I won't stop you boy. But I won't take part in your plans. You'll have to get someone else to watch your slave" Getting up calmly, my son simply shurugged. "Fine dad. Keep your morals and virtues. I'll just add more chains to this little slave bitch." Kicking the naked slave on the ground in his caged up balls, my Son then left the room. I sat down disappointing on how i failed at being a dad. Having a Champion son meant nothing if he only became a champion from cheating. Looking at the naked slave kneeling on the ground, i shook my head and patted the poor little guy on the head. He was still moaning in pain from getting his balls kicked and i could tell my Son was harsh to this little guy. He was malnourished and had some scars around his body from the constant abuse from my son. We bought this slave from the market years ago and he had been with us for years and him being the same age as my son, I would talk to him when i had no one else to confide in. Of course he didn't reply me. He couldn't. He was a slave and he either had his mouth gag on or was only allowed to say yes sir. "Poor little guy. I sometimes wish my son was different. I wished he could follow in my footsteps as a bodybuilder instead of a cyclist. That he wouldn't be a cheat and just be a good sportsman..." "I can only wish for a better son huh?" Hanging my head down, i ruffled the slave's hair before I left the room with the slave kneeling on the ground. The day of the Race The Finishing Line Watching from the stands, i watched as my Son rode into victory through the finishing line. He looked as confident as he had always been. Too confident... He was starting to get extra cocky by showing everyone his trophy... It was almost as if he was making up for something.. I couldnt't understand... Greeting me at the stands i couldn't help but secretly telling him he cheated. He was a cheat. To my surprise he told me he didnt. "No dad, I did not cheat. I started at the starting line and ended up at the finishing line all on my own. I trained hard for this for months. I am a champion." "If you don't believe me, i'll take you to the swap location where the maste......erm... i mean the slave is held at." Leading me to the secret location I found our slave bound up head to feet. Blindfolded, gagged, tied up like a pig, he was struggling intensely. I had never seen our slave so active, he was trying to yell through his mouth gag and trying to untie himself. Watching the little guy rolling around on the dirt in vain made me laugh alittle. It was quite pathetic. oy But what i realized was my son's slave was never dressed for the cycling competition and his leg muscles did not look like he had a workout. For once i was so proud of my Son. He was telling the truth! He really did win the competition on his own! Home Getting home my son was so excited, telling me about very unusual things. Like how the wind felt so natural on his face. And how he never felt so free before. It was weird but i was just proud that for once my son did not cheat and was a good sportsman. He was giving me so much attention, telling me how much he loved being my son and how great a father i was. I never felt so appreciated by my Son! And on top of that he said he would begin to pursue bodybuilding together with cycling. I was such a proud father! Dragging his slave into a small cage, my son whispered into the slaves ear while i watched the slave struggle even more violently. The slave was kicking and trying so hard to make pig like squeals and noises through his mouth gag. I asked my son what he told the slave. He smirked to himself before replying "I told him not to struggle. After all he's gonna be a slave for the rest of his life. Theres no point struggling" Poor little slave dude, i thought to myself. Maybe a cock cage strapped on his balls might make him struggle less. 1 Year Later See this good looking muscled 20 year old boy in his sexual prime? He's my pride and joy. He's my Son. Its been a full year since he begin his career as a pro aesthetic bodybuilder. And look just how fucking aesthetic he is now. He gyms every day, he eats pure protein and he shoots 100% white creamy semen. He is every bit the Alpha Male he was born to be. But im impressed that even with so much time spent in the gym getting his hot bulky body he still competes in cycling races and hes crazy fast. But the best thing is that he has completely given up on being a cheat. I'm such a proud sports dad. My son has really become the muscled young hot blooded sportsman i always believed he would be. Alot of things have changed too, he has gotten alot more cocky, alot more arrogant and a hell load more sexy. Hell i even let him bring chicks home to fuck. And i don't mind. Im so proud at how many chicks he has fucked since. Thats my stud boy! As much as my son has changed, our slave has also become alot more subservient and submissive to his commands now. The slave has since struggled alot less and has been more accepting of his lowly place in life. Its all thanks to my Son's efforts too. Hes a great slave master, shaving off his head to make him look less human. Forcing him to eat less nutritious food and making him lose all his previous muscle mass. The slave has really been put in his place. While my son has been pumping iron at the gym transforming his body into the monster muscled hunk he is now, the slave has languished in captivity for a year. There are days my son has even denied the slave free from his arm chains and constantly locks his slaves cock up in a dick cage. And i can't really remember but i think our little slave has not seen light for at least a month now. Hes been blindfolded full 2 months as punishment for trying to escape. What a poor sad little fucker. He really enjoys bringing his slave to gym sessions with him too. The slave provides tongue cleaning for my Son's stinky feet. And for some reason my Son really enjoys that service! Look how happy he is! Strangely though, there was one particular incident that seriously caught my attention regarding the slave we own. You see, a few days ago on Father's day I came to my son's slave boy in private again. In the past i would confide in my Son's slave about how disappointing and sad i was. But now i would spend hours telling the slave how proud i was of my Son now. How muscular and strong he was now. How many bodybuilding competitions he had been winning. And not to mention also the cycling marathons he has been winning without cheating! How much of a man he was compared to a year ago. How proud i was of him now. And it was then i thought i saw a tear fall from behind the slave's blindfold. And strangely if i listen closely enough i could hear him say in a muffled voice through his gag "Happy Father's Day......" Weird huh? Just then my son stepped in. He had just arrived home from another one of those long adventure cycling trips. I could see what a free spirited boy my son had become. Muscualr, cocky and full of energy "Did the slave just called you father?" My son looked curiously at me. It was weird how cautious he suddenly become. But i just took that as a joke. "How can this little bitch be my Son? My son is a free alpha man. He's cock is large, hanging and free to conquer the world. He's a champion bodybuilder and cyclist both at the same time. My son is a slave master. He is tall, good looking, muscular and every bit like his old man." I then looked at the slave groveling below my feet looking around in complete agony at his bondage "This. This is not my son. How can this slave be my son. He is skinny, weak and ugly. His cock is small and caged up. He was born a slave and he shall remain one for the rest of his life" My son then laughed before he patted the slave's head condescendingly. Then he wished me.. "Happy Father's day DAD!"
  15. Oh yes Davy Michael is straight up hot. I totally pictured the main character as a hulking alpha bodybuilder with extremely good looking facial features at the end. I think he deserves it doesn't he? After having to spend his entire life as a slave. Now he gets to conquer the world with his cock.
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