I chuckle to myself. I really drank many cocktails to loosen my limbs and mind to be able to dance with my boyfriend and the other guys. Now I really have to empty my almost exploding bladder. I passionately kiss my boyfriend, wink at him and leave the dance floor.
In the bathroom, there strangely is not a single toilet. Instead, in the stall there is kneeling some rubber gimp with a urinal mask.
A smirk wanders into my face. „Well, well, what do we have here,“ I say, lurching towards the gimp. I open up the zipper of my pants and say with a cocky voice: „Looks like someone is about to get a little treat from me! My boyfriend won‘t let me dominate him, so you will get to enjoy that pleasure!“
I‘ve absolutely never been a sadistic guy, actually, I was really nice to everyone. Also, I‘m the more submissive one in the couple. But I‘m really drunk and seeing that gimp on the floor instantly gives me a feeling of dominance and masculinity. I suddenly feel a strong urge to show that gimp its place by completely filling it up.
But when I whip out my pride, it instantly gets rock hard. „Damn, it will be hard to piss like that,“ I say, „let alone hit the target.“
I take another step closer to the gimp. „Man, I‘m horny…“
I press and knead my shaft and fight to get the piss out. „Hah, sweet release!“, I sigh as it slowly flows down into the mask of the gimp. Smiling I let all the golden juice satisfy the moaning and gulping gimps thirst. And when I finished, listening to this low creatures moans has filled me with so much lust that I continue to knead my balls and stroke my shaft. And the gimp is doing the same with his! Something happened when that gimp drank my piss.
“Oh, yes, now you‘ll get your real treat!“, I moan in ecstasy and go on and on, until … „I … will … fill you … with … my essence!“ And I manage to ram my junk right into the reservoir of the mask, my balls sitting perfectly into the bowl and my shaft into the gimps mouth as I start screaming.
I feel hot loads of fluid shooting through my junk, into the gimps mouth, again and again, thrust by thrust, way more than I ever had shot out, it had to be litres, no dozens of them. I close my eyes and enjoy filling up that gimp with … with … I get so sleepy … my senses disappear … I fill that … gimp … with … me …
As the ecstasy and the hot satisfaction in my junk disappears, I feel something in my mouth. It‘s completely filled with a hot, slimy substance, and there‘s some fleshy thing in it! And I just have to suck it! I open my eyes, but I see nothing but blackness. What did just happen?
The shaft is pulled out of my mouth and I can swallow the substance in my mouth. I hear a zipper being pulled up. Someone pats my rubbered head and calls me a good, obedient gimp. A rush of joy fills me. A stall door is being opened and then closed. I guess he is gone. I rearrange my body into a more submissive pose to make a more fitting appearance for what I am. By completely filling me up, this guy has definitely shown me my place: Down on the floor, clothed in rubber, robbed of my identity, turned into an object by a urinal mask. A urinal mask that is more my face than my actual face is. A urinal mask my owner gave me to do my job in his club and serve his customers.
The skintight rubber I wear squeaks as it moves over my skin. The urinal mask is so tight around my head. I‘m so horny. I‘m proud for having satisfied that customer as I ought to do. I continue rubbing my throbbing junk. Maybe I can finish until the next customer arrives. Though I‘d really love to have that dominant guy from before with me, he sounded so hot and I‘d love to be dominated by him more! But he‘s probably with his boyfriend again, they will party a bit more and then leave forever, like so many other guys I pleasured in this stall room. I will stay alone here and pleasure myself like the little piece of shit that I am - oh, the bathroom door is opening! Hope master is proud of me when he hears how many customers I pleasured today!
The Jock Flight is a special set of drinks. Each one gives a different taste of jock life whether it be gym rat, sports bro, douchebag brah, smart jock, himbo jock… variations and combinations are endless based on which drinks you combine. For the few that know about it it is fairly popular since the effects are temporary and only roughly last the night. So no matter the effects or in some cases extreme personality changes there are no long term consequences. That is, unless you come back for more. In which case the changes are amplified- and permanent.
So here Nate was. The effects of last nights drinks haven’t worn off yet- he’s still enjoying the jock body and cocky persona he achieved yesterday- a mixture of gym bro next door, smart jock, and metrosexual bro finesse. It felt amazing, and he didn’t want it to end.
Double checking the notes on his phone, he chose the new flight in front of him carefully. The cup on the left is fitness bro- bound to give him a little more lean mass and charisma for a life as an influencer. The middle glass is salty clear serving of himbro sex appeal. It was the surest way to solidify him as a hung cocky wet dream. Sure it would take a huge hit to his IQ, but that’s what the last cup was for, a pure cup of bro intellect- a cocktail weighted for politics, finance, and sports since he was a jock after all. He doubted the glass of smarts at the end would be enough to counter the previous two but he figured that was going to be ok. He was still too pumped up on reckless confidence to worry about it- or consider that the smarts glass at the end might be better off taken up front, before the mindless himbo sex drive takes over. But he’ll be too intoxicated on the flight to care. So bottoms up Nate.
Let me know if there is a flight you’d like to try.
I’d certainly love experimenting with these drinks! I’d probably quickly lose control and drink too many of them
Spider-man had no idea what he was up against. They called him “The Jockie”, Brooklyn’s newest villain on the streets. Peter had been advised to just ‘leave it to the Avengers’. He wasn’t ‘ready to deal with this level of crime’. But when Peter stumbled upon The Jockie’s den, he couldn’t help but sneak in.
Peter was no match for The Jockie. The mastermind and his goons ambushed Peter as soon as he stepped foot in their lair. Before Peter knew it, The Jockie had shot a small green dart into his left thigh, causing Peter to cry out in shock.
Heat spread across Peter’s leg, covering his entire thigh and calve muscles. The heat caused the muscles to pulse, his entire leg grew thicker and heavier. The pulsating spread all over the young superhero’s body until his new muscles strained against his superhero suit.
Peter struggled and thrashed until his hulking stature broke free from The Jockie’s goons’ tight grip.
“NO!” Peter stumbled, struggling to adjust to the size of his new body. His voice was now low and dull. He caught a glimpse of the new him… the jocked version of him… in the reflection of a metal gas canister. “PETER MUSCLES LOOK SO BIG! PETE… PRETER… P- PRESTON… PRESTON LOOK SO DUMB! HE LOOK SO HORNY!”
Reality shifted around the superhero as his IQ rapidly dropped to a shockingly low 70. Gas containers turned into workout machines. Guns shifted into dumbbells. Beer cans warped into protein shakes.
Preston now found himself at the gym. He looked around in confusion. The gym? He looked down at his massive body. Of course he was at the gym. Why wouldn’t he have been? He spent every waking second of his life here. Lifting weights. Flexing his biceps in the mirrors. Letting out rank protein farts. It was home. Preston’s home. It’s the only place he belonged. He wasn’t smart enough to contribute anything of actual value to society. He couldn’t be a superhero like the ones he’d seen on TV, especially not that spider one. What was his name? Ah, doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is getting swole bro!
The Jockie can’t wait to see how the Avengers will react to the new Peter, or should I say, Preston. But more importantly, he can’t wait to see which of the Avengers will join Preston on their journey into jockdom…
Fuck, my ass reeks! And my armpits too. God, even when i put my arms down, you can still see sweaty hair sticking out. This is fucking hell! That bitch Stacy did this. All because I didn’t want to label myself as a ‘feminist’. “Not all men are pigs” I told her. “Some can be quite nice.” She scowled at me and said “Well Hannah, if you love men so much, why don’t you just join them?”.
Now I’m some big smelly man! I hate this. My balls are always so itchy, I can’t stop tugging them through my sweatpants in public. I cant stop breathing through my mouth. I feel like a hairy ape. And this thing… in my pants. It’s monstrous.
God, i need to adjust down there. Look at this thing. It’s constantly sticking up. And it’s huge! All the girls drool at it’s imprint as I walk down the streets. I feel the need to just… stick it in something. Fuck… it feels so good when I touch it. What if I just give it a tug. Fuck. My cock. It’s not bad to just… keep rubbing it… right?
No! What am I doing?! I’m a girl. I shouldn’t have a big thick cock. I shouldn’t be thinking this way. I shouldn’t be this gross hulking ape! I’m a petite feminine girl. Think. I just need to think… god, all I can think about is my dick. It feels so good, bro.
What the hell was that? My phone? Why doesn’t my phone have a pink cover anymore? Did I always have this black one? How do I use this again? Oh yeah, that’s how it works. Dude, sometimes i can be so fuckin dumb. A text from… Stacy?
“You got what you deserved, pig!” it read.
Pig? Huh, i’m not a pig. Am I? I don’t think so… that would be pretty funny though bro. *playfully snorts*. I mean, i do smell like a pig, but who has time for showers?
No! What’s happening? I’m a smart girl! Get yourself together Hannah…ter… Hannter… Hu… Hunter. What is going on with me tonight, bro? Thinkin i’m smart and shit.
Fuck bro, look at the little man. He’s ready to cum inside some chick, get her pregnant. These smelly balls down here will guarantee that. I call him my little man, but there’s nothin little bout him. God, feels so good to touch…. wait… this isn’t me. I’m not…. fuck… these pecs… these biceps… this cock…
Fuck, my phone is blowing up. Who are all these girls texting me? This one sent me a photo… WOAH. THOSE TITS. GOD… I just wanna… fuck… so big and bouncy. I’m not… i’m not into girls… but… GOD THEY’RE JUST SO BREEDABLE.
And FUCK my homescreen! Don’t remember having some big titted blonde bitch as my screensaver. God, who are all these women following me on Instagram?
Fuck… they’re all so hot. God my dick is getting so hard. I wanna put my cock inside of them. That bitch would drop to her knees the second she saw these guns. Fuck need to flex. God look at me. I’M A GOD. I NEED TO SPREAD MY SEED. I NEED TO… IMPREGNATE.
OH FUCK. IM CUMMING. IM CUMMING.
FUCK
God, i’m still so horny bro.
Gonna make my way over to Stacy’s house. She won’t be able to resist this dick. She likes to pretend she’s above nature. Above her biological purpose. But I know when she sees me, her panties will be soaked.
And plus, one of the bros said she’s ovulating. Gotta get in there while I can, right?
It’s hard to believe, as I look at my perfect eager little toy, that she wished me to do this to her. Did she fully grasp the consequences of her? Did she fully understand just how much I was going to change her?
If I asked her now, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to get an answer. Under my care, her mind was led to places she never dreamed existed. Places she could only reach if she burned the bridges behind her. The process took time, but I was just as patient as she was. I always finding myself smiling when I remember how eager she was for me to apply my skills to her mind.
Did she comprehend the extent to wish her inner self would be demolished?
If she didn’t at first, she certainly looked like she understood towards the end of her change. Right before her mind finally broke and offered me her entire self. I remember seeing the spark of realization in her eyes as I worked to extinguish her will.
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mc-diaries tags: Male’s Point of View, Brainwashing, Mindless
Five years ago, my whole world changed when my own mother confessed her past to me. I was nineteen at the time, just minding my own business upstairs in her house, when she entered my room, a worried look on her face. She told me, that she was the daughter of an ancient cult, somewhere in brazil, where all members were women, obeying the orders of a mythical witch, who was infamous for the disappearing of more than hundred men during her time. They wouldn’t allow any men near them, just using them for sex and getting pregnant. My mother looked into my eyes, took a deep breath and placed a hand on my lap, before she told me how they’d lured men into a trap, to enslave them, making them mindless fucktoys. With the help of a spell, words of a language long forgotten,and three mystical artifacts, a silver ring, a golden flower pendnant and a jade dagger, they would free the victims’ mind of simply everything, reducing their whole presence to just produce cum, which they would milk to plant the seeds into them. After a while, they got rid of a man, once he was emptied completely.
I did not believe my eyes when she told me everything. When she was my age, they injected sperm into her, impregnating her with a child. Me. When they found out I was a boy, they urged her to kill me before I was born, but she couldn’t do it. She ran away, came to the USA and started a new life, without the cult members finding out where she was hiding. To proove it to me, she lead me into the basement, a dark room, filled witha muffled noise. When she turned on the light, I saw him. It was a guy, strapped to a chair, a rope tightly around his bare chest and hos mouth taped tightly. He struggled to get the rope off of his body, but she did a pretty good job at tying him. Just the pure sight of him, sitting there in his underwear, made my dick rockhard, tenting in my jeans. He looked at me pleadingly, hoping that I had come to save him, but my mother approached me from behind, whispering something into my ear.
“You have the gift, to control their minds.”
I didn’t know what to do with that, until she pulled her ring from her finger and handed it to me.
“Put it on, and you will feel her leading the way.”
Reluctantly, I slid the ring on to my finger and she was right. I could feel some thing, flow through me, through every inch of my body. Gasping, I started to feel dizzy, my eyes got blurry and I nearly tripped, but my mother helped me to steady myself. Just then, I felt at ease, powerful and aroused by the energy running through my veins. That guy looked at me, his whole body shaking, nearly crying, still trying to get me to help him. I just smirked, when my mother told me the spell.
“Arek Te Poriah, Me Tormenza, Purgia Ka Lodeca.”
It sounded like gibberish to me, but she urged me to try it. So I lifted my hand, pointing at the guy, now screaming for his life, desperately trying to get away. As soon as I said those words, more or less correctly, I could see the effect it had on him. His whole body tensed, his muscles bulged hard and he started to groan loudly. I felt him, his thoughts, his fear and his heart beating. He bent his body upwards, pressing against the rope, leaving a mark on his tattooed skin.
Then he dropped to back into the chair, breathing heavily, but still fighting against the restrains. My mother told me that the first one is always the hardest one, but it’s worth the effort. So I tried it again, lifting my hand, just focusing on him.
“Arek Te Poriah, Me Tormenza, Purgia Ka Lodeca.”
This time, he didn’t make a sound, he couldn’t. His whole body stiffened, his cock now bulging in his tight underwear as his arms dropped down and his head fell on to his chest.
“Very good Roman, now claim your price.”
She whispered into my ear, and somehow, I knew exactly what she was trying to say. I walked up to him, running my hands along his thighs, stroking him firmly through his underwear, but he didn’t make any sounds, not a move to get away. With my fingers tracing his muscles, I felt his chest heaving into the palms of my hands. Carefully, I lfited his head up, and in shock, looked into his now foggy, empty and totally vacant eyes. He drooled, the tape wet, I used my thumb to trace his lips through it. I looked at my mother over my shoulder, who was smirking widely.
“I leave you now, come back home once you’re done.”
I nodded quickly and watched her leave the basement. I released that guy, touching him everywhere, feeling my cock leaking into my boxers. “Will you do anything I order you to do?”. I asked him quietly and he nodded slowly. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled everything down, exposing my cock at his full length, hovering in front of his face. “Suck.” Without wasting another second, he took my dick into his mouth, moving rhythmically and firmly. I rocked my hips in sync with his mouth, my hands gently on the back of his head, keeping him secured to my erection.
He felt so good, his soft lips on my skin, the sight of this muscular man, giving me a blow job made it even better. It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load into his mouth, making sure that every last drop of it will be inside him, I pressed my cock even harder into him, making him gag wildly. Once I was done, I removed him from myself, drops of cum running down his mouth, into his beard. “Goodboy.” I said, petting his cheek tenderly. Noticing the spot of pre-cum in his underwear, I knew he liked it just as much as me.
“Stay here, until I need you again.” I ordered and he dropped on to an old sofa, just staring into the void. I on the other hand, needed to talk to my mother, to tell me even more about this cult.
Here I am with the final part of September’s themed week in “Lyrical Love”! The subject is a song of the visual kei band Dexcore, precisely Brain Washing, the lead-track of the same name single came out on 14th November 2018. The song summarizes all the band’s key features, going from a technical and aggressive sound to direct words, expressing raging feelings in the best way possible.
THE MUSIC
The song starts with crystalline notes, leading up to an heavy and highly paced metal theme, showing off an incredible technique; Kagami’s vocals are aggressive at maximum, featuring also clear notes in the refrain, a proof of his fascinating versatility; a complex and astonishing track, where the articulated breakdown represents something unusual and hard to forget.
Lyrics (Romaji)
Is that how you really feel? Do you want to see someone smiling when you are tricking yourself? You have lots a fucking words that someone used lined up in front of you And you listen to those words with no doubt and the venue is filled up with irritated sweat and mother fucking tears Remove it before I drawn I got a problem with the fucking world like that
Pushing my self down to get famous Brain washed by others to get famous Sing for the fame You are already done at the time you are saying that you want to be famous
Appropriate words soko ni wa nani mo umare wa shinai kibou mo namida mo itami mo
Is that how you really feel? Do you want to see someone smiling when you are tricking yourself? You have lots a fucking words that someone used lined up in front of you And you listen to those words with no doubt and the venue is filled up with irritated sweat and mother fucking tears
This is not the world I wanted
Appropriate words soko ni wa nani mo umare wa shinai kibou mo namida mo itami mo
nagashite hontou no namida o kikasete hontou no koe o “koko” de misete
Welcome to my mother fucking heart Probably you won’t fell anything Your basically brain washed
Don’t fucking disturb me
Appropriate words soko ni wa nani mo umare wa shinai kibou mo namida mo itami mo
This world makes me sad kowashite Dope people disappears and shitty people grows
This is not the fucking world I wanted This is not the music I wanted
Lyrics (Translation)
Is that how you really feel? Do you want to see someone smiling when you are tricking yourself? You have lots a fucking words that someone used lined up in front of you And you listen to those words with no doubt and the venue is filled up with irritated sweat and mother fucking tears Remove it before I drawn I got a problem with the fucking world like that (I)
Pushing my self down to get famous Brain washed by others to get famous Sing for the fame You are already done at the time you are saying that you want to be famous
Appropriate words Nothing is born there Either hope, tears or pain (II)
Is that how you really feel? Do you want to see someone smiling when you are tricking yourself? You have lots a fucking words that someone used lined up in front of you And you listen to those words with no doubt and the venue is filled up with irritated sweat and mother fucking tears
This is not the world I wanted
Appropriate words Nothing is born there Either hope, tears or pain (III)
True tears are shed A true voice is heard Show me “here”
Welcome to my mother fucking heart Probably you won’t fell anything Your basically brain washed
Don’t fucking disturb me
Appropriate words Nothing is born there Either hope, tears or pain
This world makes me sad Breaking Dope people disappears and shitty people grows
This is not the fucking world I wanted This is not the music I wanted (IV)
THE WORDS
Written by the singer Kagami, the text is pretty simple to follow, especially thanks to the massive use of English, one of Dexcore’s peculiarites, and to a plain layout. The single where it released deals with the common theme of discomfort for the world where we live in, reflected indeed in the language used for each track. The two b-sides, Hey!! CockroachesandNaked, deal respectively with the rottenness of human soulandthe necessity of expressing ourselves, rendered with the act of screaming, making them strictly linked with the lead-track’s subject. It deals with the mind being the frailest part of a person, which can be easily influenced by words and images, often carrying a mistaken meaning or leading to a wrong purpose or thought. The manipulation of human mind leads unavoidably to the erasure of any authentic feeling and to a constant and meaningless searching for the fame, a vain concept for itself, which is linked to the music world, which sees this dark concept in action. And now… let’s analyze the song!
I) The text starts with the author who is asking to the reader if his feelings are properly real, trying to see someone smiling, while he is deceiving himself; in his mind there are a lot of words, disposed by other people, which he listens to without any doubt, making his world full of fatigue and sadness, so he invites him to leave that world before he is drown into it.
II) The author admits to have gotten too far only for the fame, aware that his brain is actually manipulated by other people for that purpose (there’s a sure reference to Kagami’s personal life); he says that fame brings to the end of life and so he invites the reader to not follow that path, since nothing comes, good or bad, from those aligned words by others ( Appropriate words/soko ni wa nani mo umare wa shinai/kibou mo namida mo itami mo,not by case, this part has two lines written in Japanese).
III) After the repetition of the first sequence, the protagonist says that he doesn’t want a world made of deception and manipulation, and then the sequence ends with the repetition of the second part.
IV)In the final sequence, the author says that tears have started to flow, fulfilled by truth, along with a voice, made in the same manner (nagashite hontou no namida o/kikasete hontou no koe o), so he asks to the reader to show him everything he has in that distorted world (“koko” de misete). The author decides to accept it in his heart, but he is aware that he won’t feel anything, because of the manipulation he’s getting, so he screams to not being disturbed. Following a repetition of the second sequence, the author says that the world where he lives is making him sad, because of its contradictions, such as the bad people living more than the “dream-doped” ones, ending the text with the desire of not hearing the music of this cruel world anymore.
The most important thing for an human being is his/her identity, unique and personal, which is often attacked by manipulation and distorted realities. Dexcore talk directly with each one of us, expressing the cruelty of a rotten and deceiving world, where nothing is as it seems and the individuality is becoming rarer.
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