And here is the fourth January(!) story written for the semi-famous patron!
“Fuck,” Jeff said, as his weight on the scale hadn’t changed again. True, there had been some fluctuations, but those are in the normal realm of weighing someone. He had been working out to gain muscle all week, but he had finally hit his plateau. To someone like Jeff, that wouldn’t have stopped him, since he wasn’t afraid to juice up and take supplements. However, Jeff had learned early on that his body had some pretty adverse reactions to anabolic steroids, even worse than potential penis shrinking. Taking them would literally be life-threatening to Jeff, so he needed to find another way to gain more muscle.
He had stumbled across this Croatian website deep in his Google search. After he had it translated, it talked about some weird methods to gain muscles, like draining the muscles from another person. As bizarre as it sounded, Jeff was pretty much out of options, and so he bookmarked the page and found someone to quickly teach him Croatian. The spell didn’t work if it was translated, so a month or so later, Jeff was able to speak it fluently enough not to bungle the spell.
The only problem was that the spell took a full minute to say, and even to a native speaker, it couldn’t be said much faster. While he had tested out the spell on a fan who was willing to do anything for him, the muscle growth gained from them was incremental at best. He wanted to steal muscle from another fitness influencer or bodybuilder, but he knew that none of them would stick around once he started speaking in some strange language, even if he were to find a Croatian bodybuilder. Now Jeff needed to find a way to keep a man in the same place for some time.
He quickly stumbled upon hypnosis that could do that, and once he was sure that it worked, he was at another crossroads. All of the methods these websites said would require the person to know that they were being hypnotized, or that it would be obvious what Jeff was trying to do. He was just about to give up on his search, clicking all the way to page 199 in the Google results, when he clicked on an interesting link, this time thankfully in English. It was the website of a real-life witch who used her spells for erotic and sexual pleasure. One of the spells was to make a man’s musk literally hypnotic.
Jeff knew that this was exactly what he needed, considering how much he reeked after his workouts already. This wasn’t some spell he needed to cast, but a potion that he needed to ingest. The ingredients were a bit arcane, but eventually he was able to procure all of them and mixed them all together. The potion tasted rank and Jeff couldn’t believe that he was able to swallow the whole thing without gagging. He tested it out at the gym later that day after his workout, successfully stealing another man’s muscles after hypnotizing him with his musk.
He moved around a fair bit so as to not arouse suspicion when reports of men suddenly losing all of their muscles over the course of a day began piling up. He had moved to a new city again recently and was surprisingly still able to build some more muscle through working out and other supplements. But when he hit a plateau, it was time to drain some muscles, and he knew just whose muscles to steal. Henry was an aspiring bodybuilder at the gym Jeff worked out at now, and as much as Henry tried to hide it, Jeff knew that he ogled him. Those guys were the easiest to seduce, most of them already turned on by musk!
Henry tried very hard not to get, well, hard as Jeff walked over to him after Jeff had finished his workout. “Hey, man, I’ve seen you watching me from across the gym. Don’t worry, I’m not angry at you. I just wanna give you some tips and tricks on how to get as big as me. I really need to do it in the locker room, though. I don’t know about you, but I can’t stand my musk.”
“Oh, um, well, yeah, thanks, Jeff! Uh, lead the way!” Henry couldn’t believe that this was actually happening, and he had to think of puppies dying and the Queen having sex so he didn’t get hard following Jeff and inhaling his musk. Thankfully for Henry, the musk only had potent hypnotic powers when Jeff’s arms were raised and his hands were usually behind his head. The locker room was empty except for the two of them, thanks to some hypnosis by Jeff over the past week. Jeff walked over to his locker, opened it, and grabbed the deodorant. He even uncapped it so as to apply it, but he wasn’t going to do it yet. Instead, his arm remained up, and his pungent musk wafted through the air.
Henry couldn’t help but breathe it in and start to fall under Jeff’s hypnotic control. With every breath he took, he fell deeper and deeper under, not even noticing when Jeff lifted his other arm up to heighten his hypnotic power. It wasn’t long before Henry was slack-jawed, drool pooling on the floor and with a vacant look on his face as he waited for Jeff’s command. Of course, Jeff didn’t give him a command, but placed his hands on the hypnotized hunk’s shoulders and began speaking the spell in Croatian. Once he was done with it, he kept his hands there as the muscle draining actually began. It started with Henry’s neck of all places, although both men didn’t have those monstrous traps some other bodybuilders did.
The real fun began as the muscles from Henry’s arms were drained. Naturally, the zonked-out bodybuilder didn’t react at all as his muscles seemed to get deflated, Jeff going so far as to make Henry’s arm bones visible before moving onto the next part of the body. The muscle he had drained out of Henry went to the resulting body part on his body. Since he was already so fuckin’ muscular, the effects of the muscle drain weren’t immediately obvious, but Jeff knew if that he wrapped a ruler around his arms, his bicep peaks would definitely have gotten bigger.
The same thing happened with Henry’s pecs. Although they didn’t protrude from his body a fair bit, they were still packed with muscle, and it wasn’t long before he was flat-chested, his ribcage actually visible through his skin now as Jeff gained some muscle in his pecs. They bulged out of his body even more, but he had quickly learned about one weird side effect, well before Henry’s drain. His nipples got much more sensitive as well with each drain, so he couldn’t wear compression shirts to work out or he would have to be the one hiding a boner from the other gym goers.
Henry had a nice eight-pack of abs that wasn’t completely chiseled but still obvious whenever he took off his shirt. Jeff himself wasn’t doing much better in the chiseled department, but the most obvious changes happened with Henry, of course, the rest of the ribcage able to be seen and his stomach becoming a bit concave. Jeff had learned that that was surprisingly healthy, although seen as a sign that someone was underweight. He just gained some more muscle in his abs without them becoming more defined in any way.
He didn’t steal anything from Henry’s cock, though, despite that technically being a muscle he could steal. He had had an average cock before, and he had stolen some length and girth from the first guys whose muscles he had drained. However, Jeff didn’t want to have a monster cock that no girl wanted to suck and didn’t fit into any pants, so he stopped at a respectable ten inches and with a sizable girth. He did drain the muscle from Henry’s ass and around his hips, the ex-bodybuilder now having a literal flat ass and his hip bones were plainly visible as well. Jeff did love adding more and more size to his bubble butt, although he had to admit, it was getting a bit difficult to buy pants.
His enormous legs certainly weren’t helping matters either. Right now, Henry looked a bit comical, just skin and bones everywhere except his muscular legs, but it wasn’t long before even his leg bones were visible, Jeff having drained every last drop of muscle, of which there was a lot. Thankfully, the clothes Jeff was wearing were a bit stretchy, as they got even more taut with the additional muscle that he had drained from Henry. With the drain complete, he finally let go of Henry’s shoulders, which had become quite boney after those muscles had been drained. The hypnosis was still working, though.
“In a couple minutes, you will be freed from this hypnotic state. You will not think anything is wrong or has changed with your body. You will not remember what you did in the locker room, and you will explain to everyone that you know and love that you have always looked this way.” Jeff then finally applied some deodorant and kept his arms down as he left the locker room. Henry remained that way for a couple more minutes until he finally snapped out of it. He still remembered his locker combination and all of that, and his fellow gym goers and family and friends were all worried when they saw this dangerously underweight individual who used to be a bodybuilder. However, no one ever connected the dots with Jeff and his muscle draining, and he had an excellent muscular figure when he died decades in the future.
It was just a normal work out… or so I thought. I was smashing through some cardio on the treadmill when I started to feel someone watching me. Trying not to let it bother me, I carried on with no idea who this person was or what he looked like. I had on a tight workout top and even tighter shorts that perfectly fitted my ass as I ran, bouncing up and down as I took each stride. I knew what I was doing… you couldn’t predict who you would meet at the gym so I always made an effort however this was the first time I felt someone notice. Not that I would be confident enough to approach anyone. 10 minutes go by and the feeling that I was being watched didn’t go away… not that I minded.
As I turn around I see this huge guy lifting weights looking straight at me. His vest covered so little of his body that he might as well be shirtless. His body glistened with sweat making my face go red immediately. This guy looked incredible, he couldn’t possibly be looking at me could he? This was confirmed as he started grinning at my embarrassed expression while flexing his enormous muscles. I was too nervous to talk to him so walked by to move onto my next set however he gently grabbed my arm and said “hey, hope you didn’t mind me looking at you up there but you caught my eye… I have never really been into dudes but there is something about you that..” with a deep husky voice. He pauses, taking my hand and putting it on his rock hard shaft over his short material. Holy fuck he was huge… I had never felt a cock so big. On top of that I was now close enough to smell the musk coming from his sweat drenched body and I was in heaven. Nothing turned me on more than the smell of a man post workout.
“I shouldn’t even be doing this… I have a girlfriend but we haven’t been having sex much lately… I guess what I’m saying is that I kinda want to see you naked… maybe even see how a guy sucks my dick…. I’m Rock hard thinking about it man and judging by your face you want it too” he say in a cocky tone. Of course I wanted to, I mean who wouldn’t? He was so masculine that I would have automatically written him off as straight. Before I had chance to reply he said. “I’m done here.. I’ll be in the showers if you need me” he adds before winking before turning and walking into the lockeroom. I couldn’t believe what was happening, it almost didn’t seem real. Shortly after I found myself stripping off and making my way to the showers. Before I had chance to spot him, he pulled me into his cubical… soap dripping down from his abs and onto his huge cock. “Turn around… I wanna see that perfect little ass” he commands with a grin, completely unfazed by sharing a shower with a guy. I submit to his order, facing away from him. Almost immediately I felt his warm strong hands gliding over my cheeks, squeezing them tight. I had never been more turned on than at this moment. The fact that I was the first boy to fulfil his natural urges was incredible
“Fuuuuck….” he exclaimed after feeling my ass for what felt like forever and a second at the same time. Without warning he pressed me up against the wall with his cock grinding between my ass cheeks. “I wanna see what that mouth can do” he whispered in my ear before turning me around and making me kneel before him. I was looking up at the body of a god… it was all I could do to pleasure him right now. I took hold of his shaft in my hand and eased my mouth over his head taking the time to coat it in saliva, preparing to take it down my throat “fuck yeah… there’s a good boy… take daddy’s big dick” he moaned with one hand holding the back of my head and the other flexing his muscle. I was in heaven… this was everything I was looking for. A masculine guy to dominate me like he was born to do it. Before long he was forcing my mouth down his shaft further, beginning to fuck my face. “Holy shit… you take my cock so good” he moans as his hand shakes a little on the back of my head. I gag a little as my lips hit the base of his cock but that did nothing to stop me. I wouldn’t quit until I felt his load pour down my throat. He let me go to town on his cock, flexing both arms above his head to assert his dominance… a level of masculinity I could never achieve.
It wasn’t long before hot jets if cum were flowing down my throat. I had never experienced a load so big in my life. “Ohhhh fuck… take it…. fuuuuuck” he exclaimed, pushing my head down on his dock in order to cum as deep as possible. When he finally let go I frantically tried to catch my breath while swallowing the remains of his load. That was incredible, I didn’t even care that I haven’t orgasmed. The memory of this moment is enough to make me cum any day I thought. “My girlfriend never sucks my dick like that… holy fuck… you are such a slut… I love it” he says with a huge grin. “Next time see you here, that tight little hole is being fucked… I hope you are ready” he added before grabbing my ass. The feeling of his hand on my ass was enough to make me cum… my thoughts raced. He wants to see me again? Holy crap…. how is this happening. “Yeah… um I… that would be….” before I could finish my nervous reply he interrupted. “See you around bro” with a wink before leaving the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist and out of the shower room.
I would keep going to the gym at the same time forever if it meant the possibility that we would meet again… the possibility that he would fuck me like his dirty little secret.
Thank you to the guy at my gym yesterday, you don’t know it but you made my evening. While I was finishing changing out of my workout clothes in the locker room, you got out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your waist. Your muscular body contoured by your salt and pepper chest hair was perfect, I tried desperately not to stare for too long due to fear of what you might say if you caught me.
You dropped your towel revealing a thick hung cock hanging freely. My fag mind was racing, wondering how big it would be hard let alone the soft monster that I was drooling over. Desperately wishing I could take a photo to remember this moment and more importantly his perfect body.
Resisting the urge to show him just what my mouth could do, I put on my shirt and left the locker room because I might have been caught with a huge boner. Maybe I would see him again… maybe I would build up the courage to talk to him.
I want to be dominated by a sexy sweaty Arab guy at the gym. Grabbing me after he saw me checking him out as he got changed in the locker room. Pulling out his thick monster cock before slapping my face with it, swearing at me and ordering me to pleasure him. Fucking my face, forcing me to lick his chest and armpit then picking me up and fucking my ass hard and deep a he could. I would do anything that he told me to, becoming his dirty fag sex toy who would fulfil the desires that women deny him of.
I had just got in from work, opening the front door to see my boyfriend lying on the couch dripping with sweat. He was wearing the vest top that showed off his beautiful chest, covered in hair, knowing just how it would make me feel. “Hey babe, had a good workout?” I asked. Immediately he got up and gave me a hug. I could smell the musky ripe odour coming from his pits, why does he do this to me? I’m so tired but that smell just drives me crazy. “Yeah awesome baby! Give me a kiss” he replied we made out for a couple of minutes before he said “I might just go shower”. He knew I couldn’t waste an opportunity like this. “Wait! Let me have some fun first” I asked before proceeding to take off his vest. He grinned, letting me know he knew just how to get what he wanted.
I lifted his arm up; he was particularly ripe today, just the way I like it. I started to lick his pits, inhaling deeply to make the most of his hard work. When we met, I made him stop shaving his body hair. Now it was thick and irresistible. I don’t think he minds now, realising it is manipulating tool. His body was perfect and I was proud to serve him; licking his armpits, leaving no untouched skin.
Moving over to his armchair, he sat down. I straddled his lap, sucking his nipples and stroking his chest, worshiping his man carpet. I could see the anticipation in his eyes so I worked quickly before I pulled down his gym shorts revealing a grey jock strap as soaked as his pits. I moved in between his legs smelling his cock. He grabbed my head, pressing my face again the pouch before I pulled it down. I put his cock in my mouth, playing with his moist balls with my hands. I started forcing his cock down my throat gagging on his shaft each time I repeated. I used my hands to rub the back of his cock, knowing how much it turns him on. As his moaning intensifies a slowly role his foreskin over his cock, back and forth before deep throating once again. It didn’t take long before he came in my mouth. Breathing like he had just ran a marathon he slumped back in his armchair.
“And this is why I love you. The best blowjobs a man could ever ask for after a workout, even if you have just got home from work”. He may never understand how powerful my submissive urges are but he sure does enjoy them!
The plan was to meet my friend Dan after he had finished work at 4:00, it was now 4:30. When I knocked on the door it was his Dad who answered, wearing nothing but gym shorts and trainers. I never realised how hot he was, on the few occasions I saw him, he had worn baggy jumpers. My cock immediately started to harden. “Err mm hey Mr Johnson, is Dan home?” I asked nervously. “Oh didn’t he tell you? His manager asked him to work an extra hour, he shouldn’t be long so come in and wait for him”.
I walked in, sitting on the couch facing away from the front door in the living room, Mr Johnson followed me in and sat down next to me. “Sorry for the lack of clothes, I was midway through changing out of my sweaty gym outfit” he joked. “It’s alright! you’re r looking pretty ripped Sir, any tips on getting a body like that?”. Truthfully I didn’t care, I just wanted an excuse to stare at him for longer. Mr Johnson paused, there was something on his mind. “Well you don’t get a body like this by doing nothing son, have a feel” he grinned. I stared back at him in shock. “Mr Johnson are you…” he cut me off. “Come on you know you want to, I saw the way you were looking at me on the porch”. Ok so he knew. I moved closer, reaching over to to squeeze his massive arm. I brushed my hand down his solid abs, his hair running through my finger. My heart was racing.
“You know, Dan isn’t back for a while. We could have some fun?” At this point I lost all moral instinct. Replying “whatever you say Mr Johnson”. A look of excitement came over him. “Stop calling me Mr Johnson, its daddy to you. Now lick my pits you dirty fag”. He lifted his arm revealing a hairy pit dripping with sweat. I immediately buried my face in it, covering my tongue in a layer of salty sweet sweat. My nostrils filled with his musky manly scent. I was so turned on I could barely contain myself. As I was finishing up, I could se his cock growing under his shorts. I must have been doing a good job.
Once his armpits were suitably clean, Mr Johnson stood up to pull down his shorts, revealing a white jockstrap. He sat back down on the couch. “get on your fucking knees and suck my bulge” he ordered. “Yes daddy” I replied, seeing the anticipation on his face. I knelt on the floor in between his straddled legs. Before I could start he grabbed my head and forced my face into his pouch, rubbing it up and down.
Moments after he released me, pulling down the jockstrap to reveal his huge cock. It was better than I ever could have expected. “Suck daddies cock boy” he demanded. As I put my lips around his head, he started to moan. I rubbed my tongue across the back of his shaft before edging further down “that’s right, don’t stop until I cum” he said, continuing to moan, getting more intense as I carried on.
Suddenly I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. “FUCK that’s Dan” Mr Johnson whispered. As I went to pull away, he grabbed my head once again to push his cock down my throat. I gagged as my chin rested on his balls. The door opened and Dan walked in “Dad is Austin here yet?” He questioned from the hallway. “No, I told him to come back later as you would be late finishing” he replied. “Oh ok well I will be up in my room if he arrives”. Dan then walked up the stairs closing the door behind him.
“I told you we weren’t going to stop until I came” grinning. He started fucking my face, using both hands to thrust his cock deeper down my throat as I gagged. I loved how he used me as his sex toy. It didn’t take long before a flood of cum entered my mouth. Mr Johnson moaned so loud I felt sure Dan heard it. As I pulled away to swallow, Mr Johnson pulled me closer giving me a short passionate kiss. Was in heaven? As I got up he threw his jockstrap at me. I smiled, shoving it in my pocket.
“Next time that ass is getting pounded” he whispered. “Whatever you say daddy” I replied. Finally realising my dream of sleeping with an older man would come true after all! And with that I turned and walked upstairs like nothing ever happened.
When my boyfriend gets home from the gym, he knows I can’t resist the smell of his musky sweaty body. He orders me to lick his armpits, feet, ass and sweaty cock. I bury my face into his pits, taking in the sweet salty taste of his sweat. The smell is intoxicatingly strong, manly and pungent. His jock strap was soaking, I started sucking on it feeling his huge cock immediately started to grow. He started to moan. “Take all of my huge fucking cock down your throat” he demanded. As I put it in my mouth he immediately grabbed my head and start to use me as a sex toy, fucking my face as I gagged on his cock. “Daddy likes how you suck his dick” he said to me. God I fucking love it when he gets all dominant…
