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Fear Mongering
Slamming his dorm room shut, Taylor threw his gym duffle bag down on the floor.
“Fuck, these campus protesters! They’re annoying as fuck!” Taylor exclaimed.
Zack, Taylor’s roommate, looked up after the remark. He’d been chilling on his laptop in bed when Taylor came in.
“Yea but aren’t you gay though? You’re supposed to be out there fighting right along with them haha,” Zack joked.
“No way dude. You know I’m not into that ‘help me I’m a victim’ shit, haha,” Taylor joked back, almost like he’d had to defend his non-activism to people on a regular basis.
Zack laughed and returned his attention back to surfing sports articles on his laptop. Taylor also situated himself in bed with his computer.
Both Taylor and Zack were acquaintances turned friends who got along quite well for being opposite sexual orientations. Even though Taylor was gay, he was quite masculine and shared interests with most of the other jock guys around campus. Zack was straight and similarly into working out and sports.
Meanwhile, at the university union, a volunteer by the name of Sam was scouting on social media for people who could join the LGBT protests on campus. Sam was in charge of organizing the groups.
Sam came across Taylor’s Facebook profile and read that he was gay.
“Hmm, I haven’t seen him at the protests.” Sam thought as he clicked on the chat button.
SAM: Hey Taylor my name is Sam I’m a member of the LGBT club on campus. I don’t know if you know but we have a protest tomorrow afternoon to fight for equal rights and bullying awareness, and to make our voices heard.
Taylor received the pop-up message and after reading it immediately let out an angry groan. He turned to his roommate Zack.
“Zack, you gotta see this… now the LGBT club is trying to recruit me for their little protests.” Taylor complained to Zack casually.
“Dude, tell them to fuck off if you don’t want to go. I didn’t even know they were so horribly treated to be protesting like this.” Zack informally advised. Taylor agreed.
Taylor paused a moment before he returned to the chat window…
TAYLOR: Yea sorry I’m not interested.
SAM: But why not? You’re gay right?
TAYLOR: Yea, I am. It doesn’t mean I’m into being some victim.
SAM: There are victims out there! Many gay people are bullied and feel unsafe in their communities!
TAYLOR: Well, I’m sorry I’m not one of those people.
SAM: You really should come.
Getting mad at this point, Taylor lost his temper.
TAYLOR: Look, back off! I will never be some imaginary victim for your little club. People need to get over the ‘fear mongering’ and learn to just live life. GOODBYE!
Taylor wasn’t in the mood to continue the conversation with Sam so he closed the window and went back to surfing the web. Sam was a bit taken back by Taylor’s rudeness and sudden exit. He took it upon himself to view Taylor’s profile and photos. Sam saw that Taylor was very attractive – muscular, had a smooth complexion, and a large Adam’s apple.
“Gosh, he must have a deep voice what that thing!” Sam thought, looking at how Taylor’s Adam’s apple protruded out.
Many of Adam’s photos were shirtless and highlighted his hairy pits, healthy treasure trail, and the perfect amount of chest hair to complement his toned body.
Sam began to think… “Somebody should really put him into his place. Does he not realize some people aren’t as well-off as him?”
Sam nodded his head in disgust before suddenly realizing…
“Oh yea! I should…” Sam seemed to remember something…
He pulled out his phone and began a text.
After he sent the text to the nameless number he thought to himself: “I’m sure he’ll make the perfect changes. He always knows what to do.”
Some hours had passed – Taylor and Zack were both immersed with music, sports, and gaming on their laptops. The dorm was warm with the hot weather so both guys had ditched their t-shirts on the floor. The room itself was actually quite messy with littered clothes on the floor and beer cups around.
Zack looked up at Taylor. “Hey bro you wanna play some Madden?”
Taylor looked up to answer Zack.
“Sure man!” Taylor replied – as he looked at the clock.
“Just let me grab a shower really quick,” Taylor added, as he grabbed his shower bag and left for the communal shower rather swiftly.
In total there were six shower stalls that faced each other in pairs. Taylor walked in and saw nobody else was in there. He walked to the back stall and began showering.
Not but two minutes into showering Taylor heard the door to the shower room open and close. One by one the other showers were being turned on. The shower room naturally became louder and steamier. Thinking nothing of it, he continued to wash up. All of the sudden, when Taylor happen to be facing away from the opening, a hand covered by a glove came from behind and covered Taylor’s mouth.
In that instant, Taylor was grabbed and forced up against the tiled shower wall only to be face to face with a masked man. Unable to yell for help, Taylor was only able to look around. The man signaled to a large knife he had in his possession. Continuing to cover Taylor’s mouth, he made a ‘shhh’ signal with his finger. Taylor nodded his head yes in submission.
With that, the masked man, wearing water resistant clothing, uncovered Taylor’s mouth then turned off the shower while the hot water in the other stalls continued running – filling the whole room with more steam.
Taylor, while built himself, was no match for the much larger man who was standing in front of him.
Taylor thought rapidly, “I can’t get stabbed in here. Just give him what he wants and get help.”
The man spoke. “You try to run, game over. You yell, game over. Got it?”
Taylor, seeing the knife being handled in front of him chose to nod yes in agreement.
With that, the man took off one of his black gloves, revealing a particularly masculine looking hand, with tattooed symbols on it. He lowered his knife slowly and placed it in his holster. Taylor remained motionless in fear. The body size difference was evident, Taylor was a foot shorter and 50 pounds lighter than the masked man who stood almost touching him.
With his bare hand, the man began to rub Taylor’s wet chest, moving Taylor’s dark chest hairs in many directions. Taylor winced and squirmed slightly at the contact.
“What the fuck does this guy want?” Taylor thought.
Taylor decided to ask thus softly spoke… “What do you want?”
Rather than answer anything, the man simply held a finger up to his own mouth. “Shhh.”
He resumed rubbing Taylor’s chest hair.
“You like this chest hair, yea? I’m sure you like showing it off under your shirts.”
Taylor, taken by surprise over the seemingly sick question, shortly paused, then answered reluctantly.
“Y-yea, why?” Taylor stammered out.
The moment after answering, Taylor began to feel tingling in his chest area. While the man gazed at it he continued to rub it with his coarse hand.
The tingling turned into slight discomfort for Taylor as he felt the hairs on his chest seem to retract slightly.
“Hey, what’s happening?” Taylor spoke delicately.
Going ignored, Taylor looked down and saw his once healthy growth of chest hairs retreating back into his skin. Now roughly a quarter of what it used to be, Taylor looked back up at the man.
“What are you doing?”
The man simply replied: “It’s just chest hair, boy. You don’t seem to have very much of it.”
Taylor squirmed once again as the tingling sensations continued all up and down his chest area. Then, seemingly without warning, the rough hand that’d been grazing his chest suddenly moved lower, down toward his naval and treasure trail.
“Yea, boy. You like that trail too?” The man asked, following it with an evil laugh.
Taylor felt an itching sensation followed by general tingling all along his treasure trail. Taylor tried to step to the side in an attempt to distance himself from the man but it was of no use. Shortly after the tingling slowed Taylor felt the man’s hand move even lower.
“And what do we have here? A nice bush I see.” The man said, moving his hand into Taylor’s rather thick bush of brown pubes.
Taylor couldn’t see what was happening but it felt like his pubes were tingling and moving around.
“I don’t understand….” Taylor stuttered out.
Again ignored, Taylor turned to mental conversation… “It’s so hot in here, so steamy. The moment I get out of here I’m calling the cops! Just gotta get through this… stay strong.”
Not but a minute later all the tingling stopped and the masked man took a step back. At first Taylor was relieved to have some personal space returned however when he looked down at his body and was shocked by what he saw.
“W…What the hell?” Taylor said in awe.
“My body hair… it’s gone!” Taylor said very matter-a-fact.
All that remained were four or five small chest hairs and a peach-fuzz-amount of pubes. Gone was Taylor’s treasure trail and gone was his bush.
Taylor analyzed his situation. “Everything else looks normal. I’ll be okay,” he thought. His flaccid 7.5in cock looked more-or-less normal, despite being practically hairless.
“It’ll grow back,” Taylor assured himself.
Then without warning, the man grabbed ahold of Taylor’s arms and pinned them up on the wall above his head.
“Those are some hairy pits you have, boy.”
“Just let me go, I won’t tell anybody,” Taylor pleaded.
“No no, I insist. These hairy pits you have must really impress,” the man mocked, beginning to twirl Taylor’s pit hair with his free hand. The hair was long and impressive as the man played with each pit one-by-one.
To accompany the tingling that shortly began, a slight burning sensation now emanated from within his pits. Taylor stood trapped with his arms above his head wondering what was going on.
“It feels like my hairs are retracting. What are you doing?” Taylor submissively asked.
“It’s just pit hair. You’ll be fine,” mocked the man. He glided his rough hand on each pit for another minute.
“There.” The man said as he allowed Taylor to lower his arms.
Instantly Taylor felt the lack of ‘something’ under his arms. He looked downward and saw that there was no hair sticking out of the sides of his pits like normal. He lifted his right arm slightly and saw only a few short whispers of brown hair remaining.
The observation of his body was cut short when the man, still standing closely in front of him, once again motioned to the knife he possessed. Taylor’s eyes lit with renewed fear.
“You know what happens if you try anything…” The man announced sternly.
Taylor reluctantly nodded yes. The man responded, “good,” and immediately placed his hands firmly on Taylor’s shoulders.
Taylor was horrified to feel the new body contact from his attacker. Taylor briefly thought about how rough the skin was on the man’s gloveless hand.
“What the hell else does he want?” he wondered.
Taylor noted how the weight on his shoulders was increasing.
“Hey, uh, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Have you always been built like this, boy?”
Taylor didn’t answer, he just stood there motionless.
As the man pushed harder down, a sudden feeling of nausea and dizziness struck. Taylor attempted blinking to clear his vision but it was of no use… his muscles were on fire and it felt like he was a tad shorter each time he opened his eyes.
By the time he came to, Taylor looked forward and stood adjacent to the man’s chest rather than his chin like just moments ago.
“But wha…” Taylor began. He looked downward and saw he was closer to the shower floor than usual, and his abs were…
“What happened to my abs? My pecs?” Taylor saw his muscular figure had been reduced to practically a fraction of what it was previously.
Taylor was relieved to see his flaccid 7.5-inch cock was still in tact.
“This is just a visual mind trick. I’ll be fine,” Taylor willed himself internally.
The man gave Taylor’s abdominal region a rub. “You’re a lean boy I see.”
“Dude, just let me go. I won’t go to the cops, just take what you want and go.” Taylor pleaded in his deep voice, it reverberating in the shower room.
The man lifted his hand and gently placed it on Taylor’s Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down from a swallow.
“Hmm… dude?” The man provoked.
Swallowing once again, Taylor felt his Adam’s apple glide up and down the man’s coarse hand. It began tingling under the weight.
“What are you doing?” Taylor spoke out quickly as he cleared his throat of an itch.
“You don’t hAVe to do this,” Taylor said, his voice cracking once before returning to his normal deep tone.
“Oh, yes I do boy” the man insisted.
“Call me a dude again, boy,” he ordered to Taylor.
“It really sounds masculine the way you say it,” the man pointed out.
Taylor froze at the bizarre request and remained speechless.
“Say it.”
With his Adam’s apple still being massaged, Taylor spoke…
“DuUude,” he eventually said, his voice cracking once violently, ending a tad higher but still masculine enough.
The masked man ordered, “Again.”
“DuUuUde,” Taylor whimpered it out, voice cracking violently upward several times.
Taylor felt his Adam’s apple reducing in prominence but felt had no choice but to keep repeating…
“DuUde,” his Adam’s apple tingled and moved around.
“DuUUde,” he said once more as his voice cracked very violently up – and stayed there.
The man signaled to stop.
“If you’re a dude you gotta sound like one, boy. It’s gotta sound right if you want to pull it off.”
“Say it one more time now, boy.”
Taylor said it.
“Dude.”
For Taylor, his pupils dilated in shock when he heard himself speak in a voice that couldn’t have been his own. It seemed more boy-like and it made saying the word ‘dude’ sound improper. Taylor felt his throat and felt no remains of his Adam’s apple.
“You don’t look like the kind of boy who says words like that too often.”
“Now… one more thing…” the man mumbled to himself as he scanned the much more effeminate-looking Taylor up and down.
“No please, I will give you anything you want. I won’t go to the cops. I won’t tell anyone,” Taylor cried out softly with his higher voice – just as he saw the man move closer toward him.
The man placed his hand on Taylor’s soft 7.5-inch cock.
“Go ahead, get hard for me, boy.”
Taylor resisted and squirmed a bit against the shower wall as the man began rubbing the shaft with his bare hand.
“That’s an impressive cock you have here, I said get it hard.”
Despite willing himself to remain soft, the handling by the man forced him hard. Before long, all 8.5 inches of his hard cock poked out in front of him. It especially looked hung due to the now-smaller body it was attached to.
Instead of continuing to massage Taylor’s dick, the man switched to simply grabbing it around the shaft – rather tight. The discomfort was apparent on Taylor’s face.
“I bet you get hard real easy, boy. Do you control it well? The truth…” the man asked.
Taylor replied. “I control it, yea.”
“WRONG ANSWER,” the man affirmed, as he squeezed Taylor’s cock. Taylor whimpered from the feeling.
Taylor looked down and saw his dick in a tight grip – and it looked thinner and shorter. Taylor guessed it to be an erect 7 inches.
“You can’t….” Taylor begged.
“Oh really?” The man tormented.
With that, the man squeezed once again, Taylor cried softly as he felt his dick throb inside the man’s hand. Taylor felt the head of his dick lower, closer toward fitting inside the man’s grip.
“Let’s try this again… Do you control your dick well? Do you get hard whenever you see a man’s pubes or pit hair? Does the sight of those two things give you an instant hard on, boy?”
In defiance, Taylor refused to answer at all.
“ANSWER THE QUESTION, BOY.”
At that instant, the man squeezed Taylor’s dick rather tight – tighter than previously. Taylor cried out and closed his eyes in pain. When Taylor closed his eyes he saw images of hairy jock pits and pubes – his dick lurched forward out of control as he felt cum travel up his shaft.
“No, I control my loads, noo,” Taylor thought, but ultimately failing to wipe the images from his mind.
“Ah, fuck!!” Taylor orgasmed – two smaller shots oozed out – he felt them. He opened his eyes to look down, his heart still beating hard.
“No! My dick what did you do?” Taylor saw his cock now reduced from near 8 inches down to 4 inches just as it began to go flaccid again.
“Your dick…” The man began. “Your dick has always been this way: below average and hard at the sight of man pits and man pubes. You can’t help it.”
“But…”
Without warning the man placed his index finger in the center of Taylor’s forehead. Taylor immediately closed his eyes and froze in place.
“You will wake up and not remember any of what’s happened. You will think your body has been this way forever. You will act like everything is normal and you will go about your life the same way you always have.”
The man released his finger and swiftly vanished. Once Taylor realized he was just standing there, he turned on the shower and began to wash up – forgetting all of what just transpired.
“I can’t wait to play some Madden all night, fuck yea,” he thought with a smile.
Back in the dorm room, Zack was still laying on his bed shirtless with his headphones on. Due to the layout of the room, Zack didn’t have a view of the door.
Out of nowhere and from behind – a man’s large knife appeared against Zack’s side, causing his heart to skip a beat in fear. He looked to his right and saw a masked man holding up a finger to his mouth…
“Shhhh,” the man signaled.
Zack was fixed on the man’s knife. After a second the man knelt over and removed Zack’s headphones. Zack remained motionless.
“Keep still and calm and it’ll be ok.”
The man pulled the blanket off Zack to reveal all of Zack’s jock body. He’d only been wearing his athletic shorts and boxers.
The man saw Zack was clearly full of fear.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Just let me see something,” the man said smoothly.
As the man raised Zack’s right arm there was initial resistance as Zack gently fought the motion. The man continued to raise it until he was able to see all of Zack’s pit hair – brown hairs clumped in the center.
“Hold still,” the man ordered.
“Keep your arm up.”
The man placed his tattooed hand straight into Zack’s right armpit just as Zack flinched and looked away in fear.
“What the fuck does this dude want, holy shit,” Zack thought in panic.
Suddenly Zack felt his pit hair being twirled around and pulled gently by the man.
Zack felt a gentle rubbing all over his armpit. Tingling began to emanate from within his pit just as he heard the man laugh briefly to himself.
“Ugh, what are you doing?” Zack asked with hesitation.
Zack’s question went unanswered as he continued to feel his pit hairs being handled. After a moment of it, Zack began to feel like the man was playing with more hair than what was there initially.
Zack turned to look at his right armpit – the man was gently pulling on his hairs, making them longer simultaneously.
Zack was in a state of awe. “But, how?”
The man laughed a deep grunt. “Longer, and thicker. It’ll stick out from the sides no matter how you arrange it.”
“But…” Zack started.
The man dropped Zack’s right arm then swiftly lifted his left. Instantly the man began playing with Zack’s left armpit hair.
“Pits make a man, yea?” The man mocked.
“It’s gotta stick out, you know what I mean?” The man stated.
After a minute Zack’s left arm dropped to its sides, just as he was able to look down at himself.
“But, the hair is everywhere. It’s sticking out so untamed and wiry and it’s long as fuck. What did you do to them?” Zack spoke, voice quivering with awe and fear.
Zack watched the man flash the knife in front of his face, eliciting fresh fear, as he watched the man begin to handle the waistband of the boxers he’d been wearing under his shorts.
Slowly at first but then rather fast, the man yanked Zack’s boxers and shorts down to his knees as he lay there in his bed practically frozen in fear, pit hairs sticking out all the while.
“That’s a respectable package you got there. 7 inches soft ‘aint bad,” the man stated.
“We gotta fix a few things still,” the man followed with an evil laugh.
He placed his rough, bare hand near Zack’s pubes and began to scratch the short hairs that Zack had obviously trimmed back at some point.
“Ughh, I’ll give you whatever you want just leave,” Zack said, trying not come off as a beg.
Without any indication coming from the man, Zack was ignored, simply laying there, sitting up in his bed watching his pubes being scratched. They were beginning to itch as they were scratched….
“It feel like he’s scratching more hair what the fuck,” Zack thought.
Zack looked down and saw his pubes growing outward, some curling and some growing straight upward.
“Wha…,” Zack was speechless.
“I don’t understand…”
Zack’s pubes were growing all around the man’s hand as he continued to scratch.
“Yea buddy, these pubes you have are also impressive. They come up past your boxers I bet,” the man pointed out.
Zack looked and was in awe to see that coarse pubes now stuck out in all directions.
“W-Why are you doing this?” Zack stuttered.
“Now now, just relax.” The man began to pet Zack’s balls. “Your cock is good but these balls…”
With his rough hand, the man handled Zack’s balls with delicateness.
“I figure a guy like you is always leaking pre. You probably can’t help it, even when you’re soft.”
Zack nodded no. “Please, you can take anything you want just leave me alone. I can give you money.”
“Nah, here, you feel that?” The man asked with a smirk.
Zack felt his balls moving around and becoming heaver in his sac. A droplet of pre escaped his flaccid shaft.
“Ugh, what did you d—,” Zack was cut off when the man’s finger landed softly in the middle of his forehead. Zack froze.
“You will wake up and not remember any of what’s happened. You will think your body has been this way forever. You will act like everything is normal and you will go about your life the same way you always have,” the man began.
The man paused briefly then continued.
“You will no longer find homosexuals as equals. You find homosexuals annoying. You try to be nice to them but your patience will wear away quickly if you’re forced to interact with them.”
The man paused again.
“And you will view them as lesser humans. You feel obligated to treat them badly and call them bad names.”
“You will feel an urge to show off your developed manhood to them.”
The man stood up after pulling Zack’s boxers up to his waist. Pubes were sprouting out from the waistband toward his belly.
With swiftness, the man left the dorm room as Zack went in and out of consciousness – his personality being rewired without him realizing it.
Back in the showers, Taylor just finished. He was walking back to his room when a group of frat bros passed him. Taylor nodded and greeted one of them as per usual. “Sup bro?”
The three frat bros stopped walking and looked at each other briefly before raising their eyebrows in judgment. The frat bro that Taylor greeted chuckled and took a step backward.
Taylor stood there confused why he was being laughed at.
“It was just a simple greeting what the fuck,” he thought.
One of them shouted out to the other, “be careful dude, you’ll catch the fag haha.”
Taylor felt repulsed and angry but realized he wouldn’t let the word taunt him.
Taylor didn’t waste any more time with the frat bros, he quickly moved past them continuing to his dorm room.
“What the hell is into them. They act like I’m some sensitive bitch. Fuck them!”
Taylor brushed the awkward exchange off and went into his room. When he walked in he saw Zack with his headphones on reading on his laptop, still in the same spot as when he left for the shower.
Taylor dropped his towel to the floor as he typically did and began rummaging the floor for clean clothes. As he did, he yelled over to Zack.
“Dude, you ready for some Madden?” Taylor said aloud in his new boy voice, not realizing it sounded any different than normal.
Zack looked up at Taylor, who was standing naked on his half of the room.
“Uhh, not with you,” Zack said after unconsciously making a face of disgust rather outwardly. Zack looked over at Taylor and was further turned off at what he saw standing nude in front of him. He thought briefly how effeminate Taylor looked and how off-putting it was to look the way he did, standing there…
“He’s so much of a limp-prissy faggot, Jesus. Ugh why do I have to deal with this?” Zack found himself thinking.
Taylor, who remained naked as per usual behavior, pressed Zack on his apparent sour mood and walked over to Zack’s side of the room to see what was wrong.
“You ok, bro?” Taylor asked, although he lacked any sense of masculinity in the process.
Zack sat upright in bed as a new thought seemed to kick in. “This faggot is fucking annoying,” he thought.
Zack scratched his armpit without thinking. “I said I don’t want to fucking play with you, you fucking faggot. Can’t you hear?” As if not satisfying the initial itch, Zack began to scratch his pits again. The hairs were pointing out in all directions.
Taylor stopped dead in his tracks, feeling his face brighten red.
“Did he just call me a fag? Really…” Taylor thought.
Taylor was about to stick up for himself but in front of him he saw Taylor scratching his armpits. He suddenly thought about how hairy they were.
“His pits, they are so hairy. He’s scratching them, I can’t stop looking holy shit they’re so hairy,” Taylor observed. Taylor didn’t realize that his little cock was rising quickly to a full 4-inch erection as he stood in the middle of Zack’s side of the room.
Zack watched Taylor develop a full-on erection right in front of him.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You little faggot can’t even keep it down?” Zack complained.
“You fuckin’ staring at my pits, fag?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Taylor knew something was wrong with the situation but felt powerless to move. His face felt like it was on fire.
Zack chimed in further. “I don’t know why we let fags like you on campus. Fuckin pervs,” Zack complained more. He removed the blanket covering his legs and got out of his bed to stretch.
As Zack stretched his arms up to the ceiling, Taylor felt powerless not to look at Zack’s body up and down.
Zack made it a point to scratch his bulge so that Taylor was forced to see it. “You think you’re equal to straight men, little faggy?”
Taylor felt weak in his legs at the sight of the pubes that were spilling out of Zack’s boxers. Taylor dropped to his knees right there in the middle of the floor.
Zack smirked. “Typical.”
Zack walked over and grabbed Taylor’s hair, guiding his face to look up.
“You little fags can’t ever learn your place. You see this bulge? You see it?”
“Straight men rule you fags.”
Zack forced Taylor’s nose against his boxers. The boxers were damp from apparent precum.
Taylor knew the treatment he was getting was wrong but the scent of pre and musk was affecting him.
“I-Iuhhh…” Taylor couldn’t speak. The hairs sticking out of Zack’s boxers were clouding his mind.
“That’s what I thought, now clean up this floor. Put my jockstraps in the basket and get all these cum rags in the trash. Hurry the fuck up.” Zack ordered, pointing to a pile of tissues near his bed, all the while continuing to adjust his cock through the boxers in a way that made Taylor weak.
Taylor felt small and insignificant as he began complying. “This isn’t right. But I can’t stop… what’s wrong with me? I don’t deserve this.”
“Ugh, these cum towels are everywhere,” he thought.
“DONE YET FAGGOT?” Zack yelled from nearby. Taylor felt Zack’s domineering presence directly over him as he was picking the soiled towels and rags up. Taylor submissively looked up and saw Zack had removed his boxers and was now standing naked right in front of him.
“You got some more cleaning to do fag,” Zack said as he grabbed Taylor’s chin and slammed it toward his crotch.
The hair around Zack’s balls was damp and Taylor winced at the smell. Zack moved his hand around to the back of Taylor’s head and pushed a bit more, forcing Taylor’s nose and mouth deep into the bushy pubes that Zack had now.
“You like this don’t you faggy?” Zack laughed.
Taylor could only see a forest of dark brown pubes in front of him.
“Ughh, pubes, they’re so curly and thick,” Taylor thought. Suddenly Taylor felt an urge to cum.
“No, I can’t cum from this!” Taylor tried to convince himself.
“Oh god, no!” Taylor felt it happening…
“Uhhnnn,” Taylor breathed rapidly as he twitched his hip forward.
The first spurt of cum oozed out of Taylor’s cock and dribbled down his short shaft. Zack took a step back to watch just as Taylor’s second, final shot of cum dribbled out and onto the carpet in front of him.
Still on his knees, Taylor was shaking from humiliation. He looked up at Zack who was smirking and beginning to massage his own dick.
“You fairies are all the same, you disgusting freaks.”
“You want to see a real man’s load? Not like that boy shit you just made.” Zack moved closer once again to Taylor’s face and slapped him in the face with his hard-on a few times.
Zack began jacking off his meaty 8.5-inch cock directly in front of Taylor’s face. Taylor couldn’t look away from the veins and the forest of pubes that surrounded it. Pre began dripping onto Taylor’s chest.
Once Taylor felt Zack place his hand firmly on the back of his head he knew he wouldn’t be able to break away.
“This isn’t right,” he thought. “I don’t want to be his cum rag.”
“I have more worth than that.”
Taylor looked up through Zack’s forest of pubes only to set his gaze on Zack’s armpit hairs sticking out everywhere. Not until Zack spoke was he able to finally avert his attention to look him in the eyes.
“Ready fag?”
“You ready for your new life as my slave and personal cum rag?”
“You worthless piece of faggot shit.”
“Ughnnnngh, Zack groaned and tightened his face.
Taylor hadn’t realized his mouth was opened until all of the sudden an initial stream of cum landed inside. Taylor felt another stream land on his nose and chin. Unable to move his head back, another two spurts of cum landed across both cheeks. Zack continued to breath heavy and grunt as he released more loads onto Taylor’s forehead and eyes.
Zack slowly stopped shooting and began oozing cum out of his dick. He rubbed his cock over Taylor’s mouth.
“Clean it off.”
Taylor felt powerless to resist as he used his tongue to clean the still-leaking head of Zack’s cock clean.
“Good faggot.”
Taylor felt like a huge weight was placed upon him. Like he would never be able to be equal with Zack.
Can we swap back now? I'm tired with all the things I had to do.
--You're a young adult now and you lost our bet. Just be glad I lent you my body. If I hadn't it would take you forever.
But . . . But . . .
--No buts, if you keep complaining I'll swap us back and you'll have to continue with your original body. Now which one will you choose.
. . . . . . . I'll continue as is.
--Good. Now go do the next thing on the list. You've got like what 10 more things to do? Goodluck.
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