Dedicated

 

Brayden posed for his company photo, the young, arrogant finance bro eager to get his photo up on the wall. It had been easy for Brayden to get a job straight from college with his uncle knowing the boss and the head of recruiting being from the same fraternity. He was quickly given a respected position, a small team to manage and a six figure starting salary. However, Brayden wasn’t content with his generous salary as his spending habits, numerous parties and lavish lifestyle demanded more cash. After only a year his greed and entitlement got the better of him, he wanted more and he felt like he deserved more. Brayden found it relatively easy to gain access to the funds he desired and even easier to divert it to his pocket. It started off small with made up company expenses and as Brayden got away with taking more money he soon had two made up employee salaries that were going straight to his bank account. Brayden never really saw it as embezzlement but rather getting what he was owed and what he needed to satisfy his many girlfriends, fund his many vacations and maintain his penthouse property. Brayden was having the time of his life, fucking a different girl every night, partying with his best bro’s every weekend and living in pure luxury. Brayden felt on top of the world, that was until today when he had sauntered into his office and found a letter addressed to him on his desk. 

Generation

 

Jake was a new streamer, he had always loved video games and the thought of playing them all day and making money seemed like the ideal career. However, he was not the only person to have this dream and in a saturated market and with no real charisma or charm to make him stand out, he was really struggling to make progress in his dream career. Jake knew he needed something to make him different, to make him seen, something that would get him featured and promoted. That was why Jake was so intrigued when he received an email with an invitation from a gaming studio called Flipside.


The email offered Jake the chance to be one of the first people to test their new game which he could do while streaming. The game would use him and his likeness to create his character - which was noted to be one of the most realistic and detailed aspects of the game - and then play it as a pioneer. Jake was very intrigued as the studio gave details about a fantasy RPG that had an entire world closely integrated with AI to mean no player had the same experience. All interactions with NPC’s would be different, the world and map was so large that it would be like exploring a whole new planet. Plus players would be allowed to do anything they wanted within the laws of the game, meaning if you wanted to fuck an orc or run a fur pelt business, the player could do that, the possibilities were endless. Jake was thrilled at the prospect and the invitation, the other thing that seemed to be a red flag was a small warning at the bottom that alerted potential players to the immersiveness of the game and the AI’s freedom, but to Jake they both seemed like positives.

Accident

 

Richard cheered louder as the protest reached its end point, in front of the factory itself. It had been for manufacturing car parts but now under new management all the workers had been laid off and an Ai was now running the whole operation. What’s more, instead of car parts, this new company - Flipside, was supposedly creating sex toys and other dirty sex paraphernalia, even worse they were gay sex toys. Richard wasn’t going to allow this to happen in his town, he needed to protect the children from the harmful LGBT invasion that was happening, so he had been shouting and screaming all day. He was now the most hyped up he had been standing near the gates, chanting songs and waving his American flag. However, it seemed that the others in the march had lost much of their enthusiasm now that they had reached the destination. While marching through town there were people to shout at, counter protesters to argue with, but now at the deserted end of town with many derelict buildings and no other people around it seemed pointless shouting at an empty factory, but not for Richard.


Richard tried to rally the others and tried to get them louder but many were now heading home having done their bit.


Richard started to become frustrated “It’s not over yet! Close it down! Close it down! C’mon everyone!” Richard was met with a couple of voices joining in but many were leaving, content with what they had done already to protest the factory, but not Richard. Richard looked at the factory, there were no people inside, just this Ai. If he could break in and disrupt production, destroy the Ai or anything to show that the people of this town were serious about this perverted factory he would be hailed a hero! Richard waited for more people to leave before shuffling around the side of the fenced off area, the wire fence was easy to climb over for someone of Richard’s athleticism. He had been a footballer for most of his youth and now worked out regularly and while also doing some personal trainer work on the side. Richard’s large muscles made it easy to pull himself up and over, what’s more, with one powerful kick from his tree trunk-like legs he was able to bash open a door at the side of the factory. 

Hole 2

 

“Please baby I’m begging you! Just fuck me! I need to cum it’s driving me crazy. Please you are my goddess, I have been eating you out everyday for months now please just make me cum! I’m your bestest boy please baby my balls hurt so much. All I can think about is cumming, I’m just so fucking horny I’ll do anything for you my love, my goddess, my world!”

Rebecca stared at her husband, his legs up in the air his virgin asshole winking at her. His cute little face innocently pleading for a release he hadn’t experienced in nearly 10 months. He would do anything to cum now which is exactly what Rebecca had planned.

Duty

 


The barracks yard was alive with the sharp crack of boots on gravel and the barked commands of drill sergeants. Captain Elias Carmel stood at the edge of the formation, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the fresh batch of privates line up like scared rabbits. Beside him was Captain Harlan Rook, a grizzled veteran with a voice like thunder and a reputation for breaking recruits harder than anyone else. Both men had been friends for years, Elias was only visiting the barracks as he was passing through but couldn’t help looking at the new recruits.


"Look at these sorry sacks," Captain Carmel muttered, eyeing the trembling newbies.


“The worst bunch yet I reckon, at least there is one or two with some muscle on them.” Harlan responded looking at the huge 6 '6 private in the centre.


“I know you will give them hell and whip them into shape Harlan. You are legendary for your hazing and getting any recruit ready” Elias smiled before giving a great big sigh and looking at his watch.


“Everything alright Elias?” Harlan said, noticing his friends' change in tone.


“Look’s like I already have to leave, I have to get to the finance and supply meeting.” Elias sighed as he started walking with his friend beside him. “Then another meeting with maintenance, followed by an inventory meeting, then I have several reports and endless paperwork to complete.” Elias said crestfallen as he got closer to his car, he then paused and looked at the line of privates waiting restlessly for Harlan to address them. “You know sometimes I wish I could go back to being a private again, just a rifle, a ruck, and my friends” Elias said but as the final words exited his mouth a burst of green mist erupted in front of him covering himself and Harlan leaving them coughing and spluttering while a faint devilish chuckle of the Trickster echoed out.


When the smoke cleared Elias looked to his friend to see if he was alright, but Harlan stood tall and steadfast as if nothing had happened and instead of a look of concern in his face there was only derision and disgust.

Weak

 

 

 

Will flexed and posed in the gym mirror, his pump was incredible today and he couldn’t help pull off his shirt to get a better view of his muscles. His chest and arms looked huge as he flexed them, he looked over at the gaggle of yoga girls nearby and none even glanced his way. Will lifted up his arm and changed his pose to show off more of his gains, he grimaced slightly as he got a whiff of his rancid armpit, perhaps he should have put some deodorant on this morning. As he flexed a younger, shorter, leaner man with a higher pitched voice came over to him, he was wearing a gym uniform and was frowning.


“Sir you have to wear a shirt while in the gym, it’s our policy” The young man sighed, clearly not the first time he had said those words.


“Why? You jealous of the gains? Fuck bet you wish you could have a piece of this action. Now piss off fairy!” Will said mockingly as he positioned himself in front of the twink and flexed for the women again. This time he did get their attention but for all the wrong reasons, his arrogant and obnoxious, homophobic attitude being more than a major turn off as the women flipped their middle fingers at him and turned their backs to him. 

Wedding

 

Jack mulled around outside smoking a cigarette, he was surprised he was even a groomsman as he barely spoke to his sister these days. She probably just felt obligated to make him a part of the wedding but it was still awkward for Jack, he didn’t know the groom or his friends. That’s why he was mainly standing alone or finding excuses to go and have another smoke. Jack was admiring the beautiful gardens around him when a stressed looking bridesmaid dashed towards him.


“Oh thank god! You’re Jessica’s brother right?” She panted


“Yeah, what’s up?” Jack said taking a drag of his cigarette.


“Jessica is freaking out! I’m not sure if its cold feet or anxiety but she is a mess. Please you have got to calm her down! She is talking about cancelling the wedding!” The bridesmaid didn’t even wait for Jack’s response before grabbing his arm and pulling him along.


Jack tried to explain that he didn’t think he would be the best person but the bridesmaid was too stressed to listen, she just led Jack to a little room where Jessica had been getting ready.


“Here Jess I found you brother, I’ll go see if I can find Jenny.” The bridesmaid was already out the door before Jessica or Jack could say anything.


Jack turned to his sister who was visibly upset, he was unsure of how to comfort her and she seemed disappointed that he was the person that had been brought for support. Nevertheless Jack tried.

“Everything ok?” Jack said even though it clearly wasn’t.


“NO! I don’t think I can do this. I don’t want to go out there, I don’t want to wear this stupid dress and I don’t think I want to marry Andre.” Jessica gushed, she barely stopped for breath as she continued to sob and let her emotions out. “Andre looks great, he is so handsome but I don’t know if I want to marry him. I mean the sex is great but he’s arrogant, lazy and can sometimes be an awful slob. I just don’t want to be this prissy little housewife cleaning up after him all day. Plus he keeps talking about having this massive family! Like 8 or 9 kids which is just the opposite of what I want. Oh God, I let things go too far! I don’t want this! I’m not sure I even love him!” Jessica then started to cry.


Jack had no choice but to awkwardly hug his sister. He had no idea what to say and certainly no way of helping his sister out of the situation, he just prayed that the bridesmaid would be back with some actual moral support and he could leave. Eventually his silence and his sister 's sobbing was too much for him to bear and he had to say something, pathetic as it was.


“I wish there was something I could do Jessica” Jack said sympathetically while hugging his sister. It was as he uttered his half hearted wish and attempt to soothe his sister that a wisp of green smoke materialised before him and before he could say another would the green vapour rushed down his throat and caused his body to tingle and his stomach to churn. 

Game

 

Oliver was sitting on the couch nervously waiting for his roommate Logan to come back to the apartment. He fidgeted restlessly, rehearsing the script he had created in his head about what he was going to say to Logan, it was his chance to finally change things and he really didn’t want to mess this up. Oliver and Logan had been good friends but over the last few years things had changed and both of their lives had taken different directions. Oliver had focussed on his education and working tirelessly to move forward with his career, while Logan had got into fitness, partying, casual hook ups and having as much fun as he could. This led the pair to accuse each other of being boring or irresponsible, causing arguments and spending less time together. What’s more Oliver had come out as gay and while Logan had said he was cool and supportive, Oliver would sometimes catch Logan making faces when he would talk about guys or make comments about Oliver staring at his muscular body. Oliver felt awkward and uncomfortable, which he never felt before around Logan. This wasn’t helped by the fact that Logan was always shirtless and rightly so he had worked hard on his body and looked amazing, his pecs were heavy, his biceps huge, his back wide, his ass plump and his legs thick. If they hadn’t been such good friends Oliver would have found Logan attractive but it wasn’t like that and even Logan joking about it made him feel weird.

Oliver could see as clear as day that the friendship he had shared with Logan for so many years was fading, his buddy was becoming a gym-obsessed party boy while he himself recognised that he was becoming more reserved and less fun. Oliver didn’t want to lose the relationship he had with Logan but all attempts to fix it had fallen flat and so Oliver had gotten desperate. While the two men had grown apart there was still something they did together and always had fun and that was playing video games. When their schedules were free and they could spend a whole day on the couch eating snacks, having a beer and playing against each other it felt like old times. However, even those moments were becoming more fleeting so when a pop-up appeared on Oliver’s phone about a new video game that was said to fix any problem between two people and was rated 5 stars, he brought it. 

Ruin

 
Hugo chuckled as he took a quick selfie in the sports car his dad had brought him. After the gym session this morning he looked massive, his pecs were glistening and his muscle tee barely covered his bulging body. He was definitely going to be getting his dick wet tonight, his fingers already swiping and sending off messages to a gaggle of girls he had been snapping. Stepping out of his car the 6’3 hunk tossed his gym bag effortless over his shoulder and walked to his front door, his phone already buzzing with responses. Opening the door Hugo kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag and threw his keys down. He was just about to pull down his sweats as well when he noticed a mysterious older man waiting for him in his recliner. Hugo instantly went into fight or flight mode, the pumped up gymbro still full of adrenaline and testosterone from his workout went straight into fight mode. Hugo lunged at the older man and intended to grab him by the collar of his white shirt but before he could even take more than a step. The older man spoke one word ‘Stop’ and Hugo’s body listened. For a split second Hugo thought he saw something like green smoke as the man stood up but as quick as he saw it, it was gone. Hugo tried to move, he tried to speak but his body refused to listen, instead he remained frozen looking at the man in the chair.

Unmasked

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A bad deal

 

Witness protection

 

The truth hurts continued...

Tommy smiled as he twisted the ring on his finger, the power inside it radiating down his finger. Jason, his now little brother had gotten what he deserved and now it was time for Kellan. Entering into the local gym Tommy scanned the room trying to find the 6 foot 6 muscle meathead that had made his life at school hell. Thankfully, Kellan was a couple of years older than Tommy and had been at university on a football scholarship giving Tommy some peace, but Tommy had not forgotten the many cruel things Kellan had done to him. The arrogant asshole worked weekends at the gym, not only to grab some extra cash, hit on hot girls and build muscle but also to tease the fat and thin customers who were trying to better themselves. Kellan was a dick, an immature, cocky jock that assumed he ruled the world because he was tall, good looking, confident, good at sports and had a long fat cock between his legs, and Tommy couldn’t wait to drop a few truth bombs onto him and take him down.


Tommy’s grin widened as he spotted his bully over by the bench press and true to form he was being a dick. Standing in his small workout shorts that emphasised his huge 9 nine inch bulge and just a stringer tank top that caused his humongous pecs to pop out either side, Kellan was sniggering at a skinny guy trying to bench a meagre amount of weight. Instead of doing his job and helping the guy with the weight Tommy watched as his bully walked past the head of the struggling guy and let rip a loud, wet protein fart. It took a moment for the smell to reach the poor little guy, but it almost made him drop the weight down on his chest as he started to gag and cough. This caused Kellan to laugh more as he made his way back over to the gym counter to grab another protein shake and gossip about the other gym goers to the other staff members.

Full Power - Robbie

 It was only a short walk down the street before the Trickster found his next victim, sitting in his posh sports car Robbie, a muscular, masculine man was bragging loudly on his phone. Stopping, the Trickster wisped into the back seat and began to observe the handsome man as he continued to talk on speakerphone to his friend Matty, his car window open so everyone could hear. Robbie was excited he had gotten a promotion at work after framing a temp for his own mistakes, he then proudly stated his new salary so a passerby could hear. Robbie then continued gloating to his friend about how he had banged three women at his gym two of which happened to be sisters who were now fighting. Laughing at the ‘dumb bitches’ he had manipulated and fucked he explained that he needed a night to celebrate his amazing week and tonight he had booked an exclusive table at the nightclub in town where he had blackmailed the owner into giving him free bottle service. After the great week he was having, Robbie needed to party and he wanted his best friend to be there with him, even if Matty was only there to listen to him brag some more and watch as he took home the hottest girl at the club. Finishing his conversation Robbie arranged to meet his friend not far away so they could discuss the legendary night ahead of them. Not even bothering to listen to what his friend had to say Robbie hung up and was about to collect his things when he caught sight of himself. The Trickster grinned as the arrogant man caught his own reflection in his rear view mirror and began to flex his muscles, his tight t-shirt showing off his toned chest and his boulder like biceps. This man was insufferable and entitled, but somehow he was still successful, handsome and confident, thankfully the Trickster would change that very soon. However, before the Trickster could start his game he noticed that something had caught Robbie’s attention.

Walking towards the car two young women in crop tops and short shorts were giggling and chatting with each other, without hesitating Robbie leaned out of his car and flashed the girls a smile before looking them up and down.

“Hey girls, you like what you see?” Robbie said gesturing both to his car and himself.

However, instead of the positive, flirty response he was expecting, Robbie received a very different reaction.

“No thanks.” One woman said politely responding before continuing on with their day and Robbie was astounded. Robbie looked on in amazement as the girls kept chatting and giggling, his appearance, his car and his obvious wealth not even causing them to stop or even show the slightest bit of interest.

Robbie was deeply offended and his immediate reaction was anger “Fuck you! SLUTS!” Robbie yelled, drawing attention to the girls. Both quickly hurried away, frightened and embarrassed from the asshole shouting out his car at them. “Fucking cock teases” Robbie mumbled to himself as he sat back into the leather seat of his car. “Must of been a pair of pussy munchers!” Robbie laughed to himself, the only way he could explain it was that they must have been gay to not find him worth pursuing. After all he was fucking handsome, muscular, had a great sense of style, had a great car, pots of money and if they had stuck around they would have found out he was hung like a fucking racehorse! “Fuck them” Robbie grumbled, the whole incident still playing on his mind, no one dismissed him just like that, especially women. While Robbie continued to be bothered by the simple interaction that did not go his way the Trickster leant in close to his ear. This was going to be fun.

Country boy

Tristin couldn’t help but readjust his crotch as he watched his neighbour lay out onto his hammock. Tristin had only come home for the weekend and he had spent most of it in his childhood bedroom peeping out the curtains at Holden, the big slab of muscle next door. Tristin bit his lip as he watched the beefy, hairy hunk lazily stretch out, showing off his furry abs, thick forest like armpits and boulder like biceps. Tristin could see the sweat glistening across Holden’s body from a long day of working the field and tending to the animals, the big dumb brute had worked his muscles hard and now was relaxing in the sun with a beer. Tristin moved his hand down to his rapidly hardening cock as continued to watch Holden get comfortable, his large, hairy, melon-sized pecs jiggling and bouncing as he swayed in the hammock. It was then that Holden raised his right arm and lent his face close to his pits, the simple jock pulled away in disgust but then chuckled in delight at the stench, he then grabbed his beer and laid back to bask in the sun. Tristin could have cum there and then at the very sight of the smelly, furry beast delighting in his own musk, he could no longer just watch as Tristin found himself running into the bathroom, his jeans and underwear already around his ankles as he locked the door. Slamming his own tight bubble butt onto the toilet, Tristin started to jerk his cock vigorously as a wisp of green smoke appeared over his head and the thought of Holden smelling his pits replayed in his mind.

The truth hurts

When Jason’s little brother came running into his room blathering about a truth ring a man had just given him, his instant response was to grab little Tommy’s head, push it to his big beefy jock ass and fart in his face before shoving the little runt out of his room. Even though Tommy was seventeen years old, the five years older Jason could still easily bully and torment him thanks to his pitiful size. The wimpy weedy Tommy was barely 5’6, with a puny weight of 110 pounds which meant the 240 pound, 6 ft Jason could still toss him around like a ragdoll. While the humiliation was hilarious and often a common occurrence, treating Tommy to a face full of protein fart and not listening to what he had to say turned out to be the biggest mistake of Jason’s life. Still chuckling and marvelling in his own stinky expulsion Jason heard his brother gag before pounding on the bedroom door. Rolling his eyes Jason wondered if he could squeeze another fart out as he opened the door to his angry little bro. However before he had a chance to grab him again his brother spoke and Jason found himself stopping.

“JASON STOP!”

Friday

Andrew had heard only good things about this new supplement only known as ‘MB’ so when a dude at the gym offered him one of the pills he didn’t hesitate to take it. Immediately he felt his muscles expand, his biceps bulged, his pectorals ballooned, his stomach flattened and his ass doubled in size until it was a huge muscle booty. Andrew was thrilled until he watched all the hair fall from his body and head, while his nipples grew large and bulbous and his cock shrank and thinned until it was a worthless size. Andrew then felt his asshole twitch as he became uncontrollably horny and his hole became a puckered, sloppy, boy pussy. When the gym dude found the new dumb, horny, swole Andrew fingering himself he knew he had found his new poster child for his life changing supplement. Soon Andrew would be seen visiting all the gyms in the area endorsing, selling and begging for more of the hottest new supplement ‘Muscle Bitch’.

Wednesday

Frank had thought it was just an edgy modeling campaign when the guys began writing things across his body. However, after they wrote ‘Steroids’ and his cock shrank to one inch while his body swelled to unnatural proportions he knew he was in trouble. Frank tried to escape but unfortunately ‘Slave’ had been scrawled along his back so Frank quickly found out disobedience was no longer an option. Frank watched helplessly as the men destroyed his body and life as they wrote words like ‘Cum dump, Whore, Hairless, Himbo, Pain and Horny’. The last permanent words to be etched into Frank’s skin made both men laugh as the new ‘Bubble Butt Bitch’ grew an enormous ass filled with fat, muscle and silicone matched with a gaping hole that made Frank's body beg his abusers for their big fat cocks while his mind mourned the loss of his former life.

Chastity

Peter licked his lips as he looked at the hot gay sex playing in front of him but quickly he shook his head and slammed the laptop shut. He was supposed to be studying for his big exam, the one that made up the majority of his grade, but every twenty minutes or so his mind would drift and he’d always end up on some porn. Peter had already jerked off three times today but still his cock was a constant distraction and that’s why wisps of green smoke were circling above him.