New club

Benjamin sighed as he looked across his bar, after 25 years it was no longer profitable and he was having to sell to get by. Looking at the worn barstools, the dingy decor, the mixture of old furniture, the jukebox with only 70s music and the six gruff, old locals sipping their beers Benjamin knew he was going to miss this place and it was going to be hard to let it go. Benjamin was suddenly snapped out of his nostalgia when the door to his bar flew open and a young man flounced in and stared around the bar. Benjamin was both stunned and disgusted at the sight of the young man, with bleach blond hair, tanned muscles and only wearing only a pink crop top and tight booty shorts. Benjamin grimaced as the himbo minced over to the bar and with a high pitched squeal slammed his manicured hands onto the bar.

“Are you the owner of this cute little establishment?”

Benjamin sneered and gave a cold nod which did not seem to bother the prissy hunk in the slightest.

“FABULOUS! Because I’ve decided I'm going to buy this bar!”



Benjamin suddenly felt himself swell with rage, his conservative upbringing and his close minded views and perspective were immediately triggered. There was no way in hell he would allow a queer  to take over his beloved bar, he’d rather see burnt to the ground and Benjamin wasn’t going to hesitate in letting this sissy little fruit know it. Benjamin snarled “There is no fucking way I’m letting some fa-”

*SNAP

Unfortunately Benjamin didn’t get to finish his homophobic slur before the sweet smiling twunk in front of him snapped his fingers and everything changed.

Like he had been hit with a truck Benjamin found himself disorientated before his vision finally cleared and something wasn’t right. Benjamin was still in his bar but it wasn’t ‘his’ bar, the walls had been painted purple and photos of nude men with huge cocks were plastered everywhere. The lighting had been replaced with pink neon, comfy booths and chairs replaced the dingy tables and stools, the jukebox had been replaced with a DJ station and dotted around were several platforms, some with poles. Benjamin was horrified. What had happened to his bar? Where was his stuff? How was this possible? It seemed it wasn’t just Benjamin who was confused; his locals also appeared dazed as they stared at their fruity cocktails in front of them and their new surroundings. However, they needn’t stay confused for long as Benjamin turned to the twunk just in time to catch him snapping his fingers once again.

*SNAP

Benjamin struggled to steady himself as again he tried to recover from the wave of energy that had struck him. Blinking furiously through the dizziness Benjamin finally caught a glimpse of what had changed, where there had once been six old, shabby men were now six, bodybuilders and fitness models each wearing tiny pink thongs that barely covered their huge dicks and massive butts. The newly transformed hunks no longer seemed worried and looked excited as they marvelled at each other's bodies before starting to kiss and fondle each other. Benjamin was disgusted what had happened to his beloved bar? What had happened to his friends? Why was this happening? Benjamin looked back to the blond twunk who was still smiling sweetly and enjoying the view of muscular men making out with each other. It was him! Somehow the ditzy, pretty boy was changing everything. Benjamin should have been afraid but instead all he felt was anger.

“Fucking fairy! How dare you fucking touch my bar and my friends! You’ll fucking pay for this!” Benjamin lunged forward his fist clench ready to punch the smug tanned hunk but before he could make contact…

*SNAP

Benjamin was once again fighting against the haze that blurred his vision, he tried to rub his eyes but quickly found out that his hands were now bound. Terrified Benjamin blinked hard in an effort to clear his vision to find out what the devious hunky homo had done to him. When his world finally came into focus Benjamin found himself on one of the many platforms, his hands tied to the silver pole behind him, while the guy with the bleach blond hair smiled at him. Benjamin’s anger and frustration only grew as he tried to escape his bonds but quickly found that something seemed off, he felt weaker and smaller. Looking down at himself Benjamin wanted to shout in terror but a feminine high pitched screech exited his mouth. Benjamin should have been looking down at his gruff, hairy, hardened, slight beer gut physique dressed in his favourite jeans and football shirt but instead he was looking at the polar opposite. Almost hyperventilating Benjamin looked at what couldn’t be his body, he had shrunk several inches, he had lost all the muscle and fat he had packed on over the years and any body hair he once had was now gone. The shirt he was wearing was a designer, fitted, tight button down accompanied by jean shorts that barely covered his ass cheeks which now swelled against the tight denim. The little shorts showed off his tanned, spindly legs that resembled that of a barbie’s which was fitting because he also had the blond hair and voice to match it. Unable to see his face, Benjamin would have fainted at the sight of 18 year old boyish looks accompanied by lip and cheek fillers, as well as his plucked eyebrows and pierced ear. Benjamin looked over at the grinning himbo, he had turned him into a stereotypical twink complete with lisp, tiny cock and perfect bubble butt. Benjamin didn’t know what to say or feel, he was terrified yet furious, stunned yet horrified and now tied up he didn’t know what he had planned. Thankfully the himbo knew exactly what to say.

“Well Benny don’t you look FABULOUS! It was a pleasure doing business with you! This is bound to be the best gay bar in town! But don’t worry little Benny Boy I’m not going to leave you with nothing, that would be cruel! You’re going to work for me!” The himbo then let out a happy little giggle and a wink that made Benjamin sick to his stomach. Taking his bar was one thing, warping his customers and friends was another, changing his body was horrific, but this torture was too far. Benjamin would rather die than work for crazy, sissy fruitcake! Benjamin opened his mouth wide ready to bellow out all the profanities and slurs he could but…

*SNAP

Music blared into Benjamin’s ears and men’s cheers and hollering echoed around him. However, Benjamin wasn’t going to be silenced by the despicable himbo as he readied to shout and protest but as soon as his mouth opened something thick, long and warm was slid into his mouth. Opening his eyes wide Benjamin tried to scream as he saw the monstrous fat cock that had been plunged into his mouth but all that came out was a muffled moan.

Wide eyed Benjamin looked around in distress, the bar was packed with men, the heavy bassline music boomed everywhere, muscular dancers gyrated on the platforms while the one in front of him continued to slide his huge cock down Benjamin’s throat much to the delight of the crowd. Benjamin tried to stop what was happening to him but instead he found himself sucking and working the huge cock in front of him. With tears streaming from his eyes he tried to look for help but instead his eyes settled on the tanned man dressed in pink still smiling sweetly. Benjamin watched as the himbo spoke and even though the bar was deafening Benjamin could hear his words as clear as day.

“You have one job my Beautiful Benny Boy, keep my hunks happy.” The himbo then let out a taunting giggle before disappearing into the crowd. Benjamin sobbed as Benny tried his hardest to please his new boss and the hunk who was face fucking him. Soon the new Benny succeeded and he was rewarded with a thick, heavy load of cum being shot down his throat. Benjamin wailed and screamed in his mind as he tasted cum for the first time, however it wouldn’t be the last as three more hunks danced their way onto the platform. Benjamin tried his hardest to fight back but Benny had a job to do and he didn’t want to lose the best job he had ever had. So when the hunks started waving their 10 inch cocks in Benjamin’s sobbing face, Benny didn't hesitate in making them happy.