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I rly didn't intend for this to be this long as I try to keep these medium length....but this man just.... whew! I think it's worth the length tho if ya ask me! Anything for this Beefcake 🤤

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"Morning son," your Mom's boyfriend said from the table in his robe, reading the paper, "Iced, today please," he said.

"Morning, Dan" you grumbled, making your way over to the counter and turning on the coffee pot. You tired since were never usually up this early, but your Mom was away this week for work, and she'd told you that if you were going to sit around without a job in your 20s, you'd better help around the house and take her place for the week if you wanted to stay there. So here you were, making the morning pot of coffee. You also hated when he called you "son" ... this guy had only been around a few months, and you weren't some kid looking for a bond with him. Your Mom wanted you to be close so she could have her little happy family. It was weird. To you, he was just another in a long list of boyfriends that came and went. He'd be gone soon, too. Even if he was actually a hot one, for once. Your Mom usually dated some odd looking guys, but this one was alright. So you'd do your work to stay there, but they could count this playing "House" crap out. No sitting around with him watching old movies like she asked him to or trying to understand sports. So boring. You would do your chores and then go out to do your own thing

The coffee finished and you poured it out, walking it over to him, but your hand slipped, spilling a dark splash of coffee all over his white robe.

"Shit! I'm sorry."

"It's no problem," he said, "Just glad I had it iced!" he said with a laugh, making light of the situation. "Just let me get this in the wash before it stains," he said as he walked into the laundry room just off the kitchen. You heard the lid open and some rustling, then silence followed by footsteps.

"Do you know how to turn this thing on?" he asked from behind you.

When you turned around, the sight of him made you freeze yet flush with heat. He'd pulled his robe off and was standing in front of you in nothing but a pair of briefs. Baggy shirts usually hid his frame, but now he stood in front of you, towering in the doorframe, chest beefy but tight; biceps bulging with every movement; long, muscular legs exposed up to those briefs. Those huge briefs because, you realized he himself was ... huge. You thought of fitting those briefs over your head, how they would drape over you with room to spare, the smell filling your nose-

Ewwww! What’s wrong with me… why would I think that?!

But still you stared at his size. His big body. His big briefs. How even though they were huge, he totally filled them out. Even though he was clearly soft right now.

You realized you'd been quiet for an awkwardly long time. "Yeah," you said with a laugh, "I was just trying to remember if I knew how."

You walked over and started to turn on the machine when you felt him come up behind you. You felt the warm heat emanating from his big body enveloping you as he got closer. Washing over you in steady waves. Making it harder to think.

"Let me see how it's done so I know for next time," he said in his deep, rumbling voice.

Your hands fumbled for the knobs. You were about to show him when he took another step closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders and peering over you to see what you were doing. But as he did that...the part of him that was protruding most made contact with the small of your back. If you felt warm before, it was like an injection of fire now as you felt him bulge pressing into your tiny frame. Warmth that you wanted to get closer to and made you feel a strange surge of affection for the burly man behind you. He was so big....so.....strong. Why should he do his own laundry?

"Don't worry about it, Da- Daaa- Dan" you said, your tongue tying up for some reason, "I'll handle it," but you felt like you had to go further, do more for him to show your affection, "You just go finish my cup of coffee. I'll make another for myself," you said before you realized what you were saying. Why were you so cool with him? But it just felt good to be. It felt good making him happy. Maybe you could get along with him after all.

"Good answer, son," he said, not moving his hand off you. You felt warmth flow through you at his words, at his approval. It felt so good. You wanted more.

"And for dinner tonight, there are leftovers, but you like steak right?"

"That's right. I always say a man needs fresh meat."

His grip on your shoulders tightened then relaxed, turning into a slow, rubbing massage as his huge hands rubbed your tiny body. You felt hazy. Drunk. But most of all, good. You leaned back, relaxing some of your weight into his big frame, fitting right into him. He didn't move away.

"Then we'll have steak. I'll make it just for you." you heard yourself saying robotically, like you were hearing it through a fog.

"That's great son, I appreciate that a lot."

It felt so good to hear the satisfaction in his voice. It was addictive. Everytime he praised you it was like something deep in you purred, wanting more and more. More of his approval. To offer more of yourself, of your time, to him in order to get it. He'd called you son, but this time you loved it. You wanted him to say it again and again and again.

"Your Mom told me about you. How you need a strong man in your life, but you push them away cuz they just come and go right, son?"

"Yes D- Da- Daaaaaa-N" you stuttered again, still hearing yourself through a fog.. What was wrong with you and why were you agreeing with him? A few minutes ago you still thought this guy was totally weird. But he was right. You just wanted a man to stick around. To be a stable, strong presence in your life. To protect you and hold you. You sank deeper into him. You wanted to be closer, physically and emotionally.

"Well you don't have to worry about that with me son. I'm here to stay. After dinner, wanna watch some movies with me?"

"Yes," you gasped desperately. You just wanted to be around Dan. To spend as much time with him as you could this weekend; laying on the couch with him in his briefs, making his coffee, his dinner. To make him smile and laugh and feed him. To be his good son and to let him be your Daddy.

"Da- Da- Daddy," you whispered, eyes closing, and he knew he had you as you sunk fully into him, letting your weight go as your mind and body submitted.

He caught your weight with his big, muscular body, arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his beefy chest. You felt the embrace of a real man for the first time and never wanted to let it go.

"That's right boy, Daddy's here. Daddy's got you."

His hands explored all of you now, moving over your smooth body and sending shudders through you. He trailed his ips on your neck, causing your head to fall back onto his shoulder as he kissed away all your tension, release flooding through you. Your ass began to grind against his thick bulge. He grinded back, sending a moan out of you.

"That's it baby. Give Daddy that ass. You promised Mommy you'd take her place this weekend, right?"

"Yes," you groaned with pleasure. your cock throbbed as you imagined sleeping curled in his arms after he fucked you all night. You needed him inside you. It was like feeling a void you'd always had but never noticed, but now that you were aware of it, you knew only his cock could fill it.

"Goooood boy," he said, turning you around. Your tiny skinny frame was enveloped by his massive meaty chest. Precum poured from your cock. "Look baby, you're the perfect height too."

He pressed your head forward and your mouth instinctually opened, latching onto his nipple without you having to squat down or raise up at all. At first you sucked cuz his strong arm held you there, but then you began to suck on your own, reveling in the feeling of Daddy's tits in your mouth. As you sucked away, wanting to taste and drink in his power, he picked you up and ripped a hole through your underwear with his bare hands. Your pale ass showed; he stroked your hole with his fingers. It gaped hungrily as you moaned again.

"You wanna let Daddy in, son, nice and deep? It would make me so proud."

Your body leapt at another chance to please him. "Yes Daddy, go in deep."

He forced a finger deep inside you, letting gravity push it deep into you. You howled in pleasure like his good little pup.

"Good boy," he said again. You felt like warm water was poured over you at his words. You had pleased Daddy. You pushed him deeper in you.

"You wanna know something, son?"

"What Daddy?" you whispered, staring up into his eyes, lost in them while you continued to suck Daddy's tit. He was so beautiful. You wanted to stare at him forever.

"The whole reason I started talking to your Mom at that restaurant was because I saw your perky little ass sitting with her. I wanted that little ass, to claim it as mine like I just did. And I knew it would be easy. I could tell you needed a man in your life boy. That you'd never had a Daddy, right?

"Right," you said, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as his finger drove deeper into you "But now I have you Daddy."

"That's right boy. You're gonna have the best weekend with Daddy, right? Why don't you start stroking your cock for me baby?"

You nodded as you obeyed, your hand moving to your throbbing cock that had been forgotten till now. More moans poured from your lips as you felt his warm embrace, the rhythm of his finger stroking you from the inside, the strength of his bulging arms holding you up as you sucked on his nipple.

"Now listen boy, you're gonna blow a big load for me when Daddy blows his inside you so you'll be mine, ok? Daddy's gonna tell you when you can come boy. But if we don't time it right it won't work, and you'll go back to not liking me after you cum. You don't want that, right boy?

"No Daddy," you said, still pressing into his muscled chest, "I want to be your boy. Make me yours, please," you begged. It just felt so ... good.

"I know boy," he said, kissing you on the forehead, "I'll all be over soon."

His finger slid out of you as he held you in both hands again, lowering you down onto the dryer. He slid his cock out of the slit in his birefs. His thick, meaty dick hung out of his pants and your eyes fixed on it. You wanted that cock to own you. To brand you. No hookup had ever made you feel this feeling. You wanted it to be inside you forever, making you feel nice and warm forever.

He scooped you back up and slid you onto it. It felt amazing; your back arched in pleasure as he fucked your tight little hole good. You moaned without any restraint now, screaming while his cock slid in and out of you, making sure you didn't cum until Daddy was ready. When you heard him say now, you released yourself too. You felt your own cum flood out of you as his flooded in, filling your empty spaces with his essence, making you his. Forever. He slid a butt plug in you.

"We're gonna keep that in there all weekend- except for when I add to it boy. By Monday you'll be mine totally. Just imagine how happy your Mom will be when she hears we can all be a family."

Those briefs are getting ready to pop.

You knew it wasn't right to do this, but you couldn't stop yourself, or your new husband, who was on his knees at the foot of the bed next to you.

Your friend had brought her new boyfriend to your wedding, and you and your soon-to-be husband were pretty sure he was closeted as soon as you met him. You joked and jabbed at him a few times about it, watching him flush. But still, you couldn't help but notice how his broad suit jacket stretched against his big broad back or his dress pants wrapped around his thick thighs. Most of all, you kept starting at his long dress shoes, imagining his sweaty feet trapped in there. But you controlled yourself and kept it to yourself. Until your man brought up the same thing after you were all back at the hotel room getting ready for bed. You had to get up early for your dream honeymoon you were both dying to go on. You were just about to stop talking about it when there was a knock at the door. You answered together.

He was standing there in his suit, pants unzipped, huge cock hanging between his legs. His alpha presence instantly both broke of you. You both stood silent, minds instantly wiped blank of anything except drinking in the sight in your drunken stupor. After a moment he stepped into the room, zipping it up. He sat down on the large armchair in the room, dress shoes crossed on the table on top of your suit leaving a large footprint. You didn't notice.

"So you boys think I'm closeted?" he said quietly, "But that's not going to stop you from competing to lick up my sweat, right boys?"

"No sir," you and your husband said in unison. But you barely heard each other. You were both just focused on him now.

"So who wants my balls and who wants my feet? Actually, one of take the left half of me, one of you take the right. But first, put these on," he said, hurling two thongs at you. You boy complied, stripping and putting on the panties.

You fell to your knees, crawling towards him, each untying his shoes with your mouths before pulling them off, letting the hot musk from inside his shoes wash over you. He watched your cocks get rock solid in your new underwear, smiling smugly as you both turned to his feet, inhaling and chasing more of the scent you'd both become instantly addicted to from his shoes. His black socks were drenched from being trapped in his shoe all night and you both started sucking on the fabric, lapping up his sweat till their was nothing left and you pulled the socks off with your teeth. The smell intensified as his tan feet were unveiled, so pretty, so beautiful, so suckable. You both gyrated on the ground, eyes closed as you sucked and smelled his sweaty feet, moaning intermittently.

He watched, pleased as you forgot about each other to focus solely on worshipping him. Two new boys for his collection. He could tell you were onto him at the party, but he could also tell he could easily dominate you both. He watched you both squirming, desperate for him, and then tilted his head back enjoying the pleasure.

After a while he kicked you both off his feet and stood, gesturing towards his suit.

"It's a bit hot in here. Why don't you boys get me out of this suit into a bathrobe?" he said.

You complied, one of you going for his pants, the other for his suitjacket. It slid off with ease revealing his broad back bulging from his dress shirt. Your hands grazed over his thick back, rubbing the muscles, massaging him before you unbuttoned the buttons slowly, revealing a dark valley of chest hair that it took all your strength not to plunge your face into. His beefy, fuzzy stomach appeared next from under his shirt. You pulled it off completely, and he locked your head into his hairy, stinking pit. You drank up the scent and sweat greedily.

At the same time the other one was unbuckling his pants, pulling them down to reveal tan treetrunk legs and huge thighs, all covered in dark hair. Hot musk emanated off his underwear now free from the suit they'd been in all day, drawing your face in closer. He locked you in with his thighs when you were close enough.

He looked down at you both locked in his grip, lost in silent ecstacy while you drank in his musk, laughing at how easy it had been to turn you into his personal servants. Then he let go, reminding you about the bathrobe which you quickly draped over him. He walked to and then sat down on your bed, spreading himself out.

"Good boys, good boys. Now, you, pour me that last glass of your wine. And you, looks like you have a cigar over there. Looks expensive. I'll be smoking that now. Bring it over here, dog."

You both followed your commands, pouring him a drink and lighting the cigar in his mouth, serving your new master. He sat back, a King in this room with his two slaves devoted solely to his pleasure licking his balls and sucking his thick, big cock, each sucking on his nipples, sniffing his ripe pits and telling him all the ways they planned to please him from now on.

When he finally blew his load all over himself, you both crawled up and down him, licking it up out of his thick chest hair hungrily.

"Tell you what boys," he said as you cleaned him up and both nestled under his hairy pits on either side of him, "You're going to cancel your flights. I've got a new honeymoon planned for you. You'll spend the week here, with me, sucking my cock and drinking up my cum and submitting to my alpha presence, worshipping me however I want or you can imagine. Sound good?"

"Yes, sir," you both replied.

You like this tank boy? Just like the one I had on the night we met. I'm wearing it so you can come get some of Daddy's milk whenever you want to take a break from cleaning my house. I know you love sucking on my pecs more than anything, right boy? These are the reason you're crawling around my house naked, ass in the air, washing my floors after all. Ever since the night you let your boyfriend talk you into checking out the gay bar, right boy? I bet he regrets that decision, hahahaha. That's why I love taking jobs at those fag bars, I usually get a little extra treat at the end on top of the money.

I still remember it so good. My nice big hairy man-tits looked so yummy bulging out of my shirt, right boy? Just like they are now. The way your eyes glazed over instantly when you saw them. The little pec bounce I did that triggered you to start slowly walking over to me. Your boyfriend tugging on your arm as you walked away mid-sentence, totally dazed. I knew what was about to happen. You're not the first guy these babies have broken on sight. So I wasn't surprised when you bent down and started sucking my pecs in the middle of the club with everyone watching, slobbering and drooling all over them. I wasn't surprised when you didn't acknowledge your boyfriend yelling and leaving. To you, the only things that existed were these two juicy tiddies and your need to suck on em. That's how I got you to beg to be my houseboy with everyone watching too. You should've seen their faces when you said you'd lick my toilet clean for a chance to sleep on these bad boys. And I can't blame you; I mean look at me. I'm sure you weren't the only one thinking it there. I'm a god, boy. Doesn't it feel good to be chosen to serve a god? You know how many of those boys there wanted me? They're all so jealous of you you know. But you were the lucky one. Right? Say it with me. You were lucky to be humiliated in the club by me. You were lucky to lose your relationship for me. You're lucky to be my houseboy. That's right baby.

Aw, look at you humping the floor now boy. Is Daddy turning you on? Yeah? Stick that ass up babygirl, let me see that pink hole. That's right. Now get over here, you're on a cleaning break. Daddy needs a pussy to fuck before he hits the gym.

Slave Tribute

A slave knows his place at the feet of a master. A true slave knows that when he is owned all he has is masters. Good slaves watch and obey. Obey and watch. Slipping deeply into Master's control and knowing that as they watch they cannot help themselves but prove their ownership to Master by tribute.

Good slaves surrender. Be a good slave. You know you have no choice.

Transforming from a twink faggot to a masculine... controlled... brainwashed cop.

One flash at a time.

(Anyone feel like making this a story?)

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Fuck fuckkkkk FUCK 🥵🥵🥵

New File: Bodybuilder Goon Loop

My thumbnails continue to get worse 👍

This is an experimental file, my first loop ever and also another commission from a beautiful, generous soul willing to sponsor this lunacy. This loop builds upon the feedback loop that already exists in your mind, this idea that muscle = s3x = muscle = s3x, and injects a desire to see YOURSELF become more muscular, more powerful right into the middle of that loop. So the longer you go, the more you want to grow…

It's a very chaotic loop with lots of layering and suggestion - its intention is that you listen to it while watching or scrolling muscle p0rn and edg1ng, so it's deliberately trippy and confusing. Just let it waaaash over you, bros. Enjoy it. Tell me how you like it. It won't be for everyone, but I think it'll really hit the ones who are into this shit.

CW: Gendered praise, male JOI, slight suggestion to come back for repeat listens.

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When I'm not trancing myself or others, I'm usually off being a mystical forest bro in the wilderness of Ireland, but I am always available for commissions if you reach out via DM. My flat rate is currently $55-80, but you can check my pinned Tumblr post for more up-to-date info. You can also support me with a one-time tip either via Paypal or Ko-Fi. Keep listening, bros.

HIMBO. MUST. FLEX. 😵‍💫

The reassuring caress of Master’s hand as you give in and surrender to your new life of unapologetic worship. Master’s feet own you and control your mind now. All you want is to be Master’s good boy and adore His feet forever. Close your eyes, get your tongue ready and fall deeper and deeper into blissful enslavement.

It’s ok BOY. You’re mine now. Just sleep and do DEEP DOWN. You are becoming my slave NOW. So weak, just Master’s proprety. So tired and needy. 

Fun before the game.

“You look very nice in uniform WP4″ The master complement his slave.

“Thank you, sir. I live please you, sir.“ WP4 replied. Adorned in a police uniform which is unusual for him. Normally he would be in a military cargo pants with a hoister belt and shirtless except a tactical vest. As it is master’s personal warrior slave uniform.

But today is a big day, the master plan are in motion to enslave this town. He have order the town’s completely enslaved police force the enforce a curfew over a made up warning. The slave police force also take control of the town’s emergency broadcast, siren alarm system all over the town and the internet.

They need every slave available to patrol the street and enforce the curfew in the disguise of a police office officer. Making sure every one is locked in their home and pay attention to the master’s hypnotic voice.

Every pleasure slave in the master’s estate are also needed. They line up in parade rest in front of the master in a police uniform given by the police captain, WP3.

“I think I’ll have some fun before the game.“ The master unzip WP4 pants and fist out the slave’s sheathed cock, giving it a stroke. The slave remain still in its pose, waiting for a command.

The master lead him by the cock to a police car and sit the slave down. “Open up.” He order his slave.

The slave lift its legs to the car’s console exposing the zipper that continues from the front pouch all the way to the base of the hoister belt. The master have the police force and firemen modified it into the uniform. The master pull a buttplug out of WP4 ass signaling the slave to enter pleasure mode for the master.

The slave stoic behavior become more animated. WP4 let out a moan after the buttplug come out with a loud pop. The master do not waste his time and push his dick into WP4 as soon as the buttplug come out.

The slave moan become more and more agitated. The master silence WP4 with a deep kiss. The slave welcome its master’s tongue to invade its throat. It continues to moan into the master’s mouth. The master slip his hand into the slave’s uniform feeling his muscled chests. As the master caressing past his insignia branded over the slave’s heart, the mind shattering pleasure run trough WP4 spine. WP4 buckles wildly and arch its back into its master. The master do not care of his property reaction and continue to WP4′s nipple and twist it hard, bracing himself for an orgasm. Then he shot his cum into his sex toy warrior.

The master order WP4 to suit back up and come back to the formation like before. WP4 push the buttplug back into his cum coated hole. The slave expression turn to stoic again. WP4 didn’t cum. The master didn’t order it to. The only pleasure is servitude and obedience to the master. And the pleasure that only matter is the master’s.

WP4 join the rest of the slave, still in a pose unmoving staring blankly waiting for the order. Even while the master fuck the life out of their brethren slave in front of them. There are no excitement or jealousy. The master using his rightfully own property. And their existence is only to be used and serve their rightful owner.

Then, they headed out to help the police force enslaved the town. With a police car and crowd control vehicle, all equipped with a loud speaker blasting the hypnotic mantra of the master.

What's this? A sample. A tease. An amuse-bouche. A bite sized file for you to get a glimpse onto my style and what I do best.

What's in it? Just a simple induction. Taking you down, bringing you up. Getting you ready to serve.

What now? Message me. You know you want to

Let me take over. Let me control your chastity, your pleasure.

Warning: Chastity heavy, chastity focused. Also some stuff for me, to tie it back to me. To let you hand it over to me.