#twink to daddy
15032002 a 18+ slave, tied up bare feet in his Jeans overall. Strapped down on feet, hands an head. Ball gagged and left there overnight. This time colour pic.
Last night was a wild ride. I spent the night clubbing at The Red, a hot new gay bar downtown with some of my friends. We’re all lanky, twinks from the local university. I myself, Max, am studying urban planning and my friends are both going for fashion design.
Anyway, the night was a bit of a blurr. We got absolutely blasted. I had about 7 shots of vodka and so did my friends. I lost track of them at about midnight and that’s about when I met this super hot leather daddy.
He was about 6′2″. Leather harness and leather pants. Sooooo hot and so my type. We were chatting about my degree and what I wanted to do after school. I told him I didn’t really know, but i had time. I was only a sophomore after all. I remember him telling me about how he never went to college and how he did construction work for the longest time; that’s how he got so big and buff. He always loved how slim he used to be before, but he had to make money, ya know?
anyway, he offered to buy me a couple drinks while I went to the bathroom. Who am i to turn down free drinks? When I came back and we drank them, that’s the last thing I remember.
I woke up this morning with a huge hangover. And a huge problem, I wasn’t really feeling like myself.
I woke up super groggy and I just felt, heavy. When I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn’t in my dorm. It looked like I was in someone’s studio apartment. It wasn’t until I looked down that I freaked out. I was HUGE. I mean TOTALLY HUGE. look at me! muscles everywhere. I have abs, i’ve never had abs before. I screamed, in my new bass voice. I might look like a daddy now, but deep down is still a scared twink. I’ll say it though, this body is making me horny. These are the guys I usually go after in the club, and now I’m in the body of one? With all the personal intimacy I want? it’s almost too much to handle.
I got a text from an unknown number. It said “ I hope you enjoy my life. I have one more vial of the powder I laced your drink with so you can switch with someone else. But I’m not changing back. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but I wanted my youth back. I worked hard on my body, hope you enjoy it.”
I was in awe. I could swap with someone else? I’m not getting my life back? fuck bro. wait bro? damn i don’t speak like this.
Maybe I should message my friend Joey. He has a hot ass and would love a daddy like me. Or maybe I want to bottom? After all, look at this ass.
Oh my… a bottom daddy… i see why he wanted to switch afterall…. this is gonna be interesting. maybe my old self would be interested in fucking me….
