I had a dream last night
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Posted:Apr 2, 2019 4:52 am
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I had a dream last night where I was standing on a city street corner.
It wasn't too busy but I was tired and sat on the curb and put my head down.
As I looked up I saw many black men walking down the street. I am not sure why but they were all black men.
So I got up and started walking down in a similar direction as one of them. He was probably 6'6" and not overly muscled but well defined.
I wasn't particularly following him but I was going in a similar direction and suddenly I lost him.
I went by an ally way and was pulled in. It was the one I had recognized.
There he had pulled out a card and put his phone number on it. He told me he didn't have time now but to give him a call.
I went to the side and saw that on a promotional flier he was a wine maker. It had his picture on it.
As I reached out to take the card he looked down at me like he was going to kiss me and as I stood on my toes to respond he put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees where I was at crotch level.
I unzipped his pants and started sucking his cock the first few inches. Not allowing me to get use to the size he took his hand behind my head and forced his inch cock down my throat and held it there. I couldn't breath and started to panic but he didn't let me go. As I thrashed a bit he held me for another 5 seconds and then let me off. I dropped to the cement gasping and he tossed the card and said call me in 25 minutes.
That is where I woke up.
As I thought about it I wondered what might have happened when I called him.
Was I the party favor for a group of black business men?
Would I be his bitch?
All sorts of things came through my head.
Help someone tell me what this means.
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College Life
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Posted:Oct 13, 2019 8:33 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2024 5:34 am 2105 Views
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College Life
Now this was my first time of my parents’ home and at , as most college students learn that freedom can be liberating.
As I put my meager belongings away my roommate came in and started pounding around the room. He had been given a full sports ride and had the sculpted body of a Greek statue. He was not happy that he had been assigned this room but there was a problem with the jock dorm and they had be spread among other dorms and this was the he was assigned .
Now this wasn’t a bad thing for me. It gave me a nice body at. And this particular person was someone I knew well. He was in my in , not that he would recognize me, but I was well aware of him.
I went over say and stuck my hand shake.
You know I pissed about being in this dorm. He immediately offered.
Yea I know and I sorry that you have put up with me but I will try keep quiet and not bother you.
It’s not you I was promised several things and this is going be a problem with training.
Yea but Dillon I sure you will be fine.
Dillon looked at me quizzically and asked how did you know my ?
I have known you for the last . We went the and Middle and part of . You probably wouldn’t have noticed me because I wasn’t into sports but I do remember seeing you.
Ah ok.
And my is Jerry. But don’t worry about it I sure we will still move in different circles and just see each other here from time time.
Probably. Dillon mumbled.
Anyway I hope this side will be ok for you. I got my things unpacked and off the dorm meeting. You coming?
Dillon looked around and mumbled something unintelligible and headed down the common room.
After the long obligatory speech from the RA I told Dillon I was heading and would be back later. You see I had already scouted out the University and knew exactly where I was headed. There was a leather club/bar that I knew about and since it wasn’t on the record they let everyone in. It was very much the speakeasy of the new age. You just had know the location and the secret password so speak get in and I found the right people get an in.
I sat there at the bar looking at all the men there. Since this was my first venture into the club I sat at the bar looking through the dimly lit lights at the variety of budding manhood. Some were rubbing up against each other while I sat nursed my soda. There were a few that came to me up but they soon lost interest as they saw that I was not terribly interested in them.
It was late when I got back the dorm and Dillon was sound asleep snoring like a buzzsaw.
I put on my white noise generator to drown the snoring and the sounds outside and went sleep.
What’s this I woke up .
Oh it helps with dampening the noise from outside. My head goes in so many different directions it quiets the mind so I can get a good night’s sleep. Does it bother you?
No. As a matter of fact I slept like a baby last night. First time in .
So as my first night ended as uneventful as I thought it would at least it seemed as though I had made a friend or at least had calmed the beast a bit.
As the days went on Dillon and I had not seen much of each other. I was at my classes and I assume he was at his and his training. But Dillon grew use the white noise generator and was quickly seemed to need it at night.
I would head the club on the weekends and Dillon would go and do his thing. But he would be home long before I got there, snoring away with the white noise generator going. Just as I had planned.
You see there is an option to music or dialogue or any recorded message while the noise generator was going. It would subliminally impart it’s message into the mind of the sleeper and I had been programing Dillon for the past month as I wore my ear plugs. It was now time to test the effectiveness of the programming.
As the generator was playing I told Dillon to open his eyes.
And as if on cue he did.
Now rise. I instructed.
And he did.
Now strip I instructed.
And he did.
Here stood the greek god I had envisioned in front of me naked as the day he was born.
I instructed him to go into the top chest of drawers on my side of the room and take the items in the worn leather box and put them on.
Without hesitation he went over the dresser opened the drawer and pulled the box.
The first thing he pulled was a rather strange contraption.
That, Dillon is a chastity device, I said. It locks your cock nice and secure. I will help you put it on.
There was no hesitation or flinch from Dillon as I helped guide his cock into the device and locked it in place which was no small task. His cock while not being overly big was a nice size and the cage was designed to constrict it. I locked it and put the key on a chain around my neck and told him to continue.
He put on some tight leather shorts. And a harness that served to enhance to pecs.
He then put on some big black boots and pulled the last item. I collar with a long chain.
I secured it in place and said nice.
I looked the door and saw no in the hallway and pulled him toward the end of the hall. We lived on an end room so we could exit the end of the dorm without being seen.
I took Dillon out to the club and sat him on the floor next to me as I had my coke. The others looked at me as I had this beast holding close to me but I didn’t want to push it so after a hours we headed back the dorm and I put Dillon bed removing all the accoutrements of his first foray into the leather scene.
When Dillon woke in the morning there was a confused on his and he had a hard time looking me in the that day.
When it came time for bed we happened be there at the time.
Jerry. Dillon started and then stopped.
I looked up from of my books and he was wandering back and forth in and of the room.
Jerry. He began again.
Yes.
Can I tell you something? And walked of the room again. I didn’t see him for several minutes.
Jerry. I don’t know how say this but I had a strange dream last night and I need tell someone about it.
Ok.
He wandered back out and it was about an hour later that he came back.
I had a dream last night.
So you said.
Yea. Yea. It was strange.
Yea.
And you were in it.
Me?
Yea. Well I think it was you. And that was when Dillon began a story of his night which was almost as accurate as if he hadn’t been suggestion.
Are you gay? I asked Dillon knowing his answer and dodging the swing that I knew was bound come from a straight man that was asked that question.
I didn’t mean offend Dillon but that is a strange story.
Yea I know.
Well I would put it of my mind and not worry about it.
It was another week before we went out again and this time we stayed a while longer and then did the the next night.
As our ventures became longer I began introduce his chastity device into his sleeping time. He would go to sleep and a few minutes later he would get up as if in a trance and take the device and put it on. Right before he would wake in the morning he would get up again and take it off and put it away. weeks later Dillon woke me up morning screaming at me in a panic.
What’s up? I asked.
. What is happening me.
What are you talking about. I had gotten Dillon into being comfortable with being naked in the room so he didn’t see pointing at his crotch as being something overly strange.
What do you mean.
at my dick. He said half in a panic.
I have always been and a half inches. I just now.
That can’t be. I said. Knowing that I had been putting smaller and smaller cages in the drawer all along.
How I going show this the girls.
Girls? I asked. Have you been seeing anyone? Not that I need know I just didn’t realize that you were seeing someone special.
No. No. But if I wanted how would I show this off? And what if it gets worse.
I sure you are just mistaken and it is the size as it has always been.
He looked at it and looked at it. No it isn’t I know how big my dick is and it is smaller.
Well I wouldn’t tell the others at workouts they might not be as understanding.
I began put some suggestions that his cock was fine. And that he wouldn’t attention it any more and soon he forgot about it and never brought it up again.
Our weekend journeys the club continued,
As Thanksgiving break grew close I introduced him using his chastity device day and night. I had know how well the suggestions were working without constant stimulation of the white noise generator and it worked. When Dillon came back from break he was wearing it as he came through the door. I could tell the way he wore his pants not that anyone else would have known.
So how was your break? I asked.
Terrible. I tossed and turned all night long. I don’t know how I got along without that thing.
Well maybe you will have to get one of your own when you go home. For winter break.
Yea maybe.
Dillon stripped and I could tell his cock was now closer to inches long.
Dillon’s birthday was coming up. He was several months older than I was and I was sure he was going like his birthday.
As the weekend came, I added an additional item his attire. A inch long dildo and a jar or grease.
You will begin use this. Put some grease on your ass and rub it along the dildo. Then press the full length of it deep inside your ass and get dressed.
He took it quite well. Although I could tell he wasn’t use to the invader he took it without a whimper. The leather shorts held it in place well and we went off to the club. His walk was a bit funny with the dildo lodged deep inside of him but he kept up with me and sat on the floor driving the dildo deeper inside of him.
I would Dillon off get me a soda and he would sit down on the floor looking up at me with puppy eyes. I would rub his hair like I would a faithful and at times he would wiggle his ass as though he were wagging his tail.
He began calling me sir. This was a nice addition I had not programed into his psyche but I fully embraced it.
Now I didn’t want his family to see him in his accoutrements when he got home so I sent him home with items. The chastity device and the dildo. He got quite good at walking around with it lodged inside him without anyone knowing.
When Dillon came back from his Christmas break I could tell that the programing I sent home with him had begun work. He hadn’t shaved the whole break sporting a fairly nice sized beard. But the other noticeable effect was his beefier stature. Gone was his chiseled abdomen looking more like some of the bears in the club.
He trimmed the beard and began go back his workouts and lost a bit but I began eliminate some of his training and it began come back. It was quite common for a jock put on some weight. They it bulking up so many of the other residents didn’t even notice when Dillon was outgrowing his clothes. He began wear sweatpants and shirts began more billowy hiding the growing gut and the beginning of a spare tire. His pecs still maintained their perkiness and looked quite majestic in his harness.
When we went I had gotten him a newer larger dildo. It was twice as thick as the previous and just as long. The had begun slip with his constant use and he needed a new fit.
By the end of the year he had put on a good fifty pounds exceeding the freshman fifteen by quite a lot.
I sent him home with programming that summer that would have him explaining his family that he was bulk up per coaches instructions. And bulk up he did. I was shocked as the sun was blocked as he came up me as we were moving into our new dorm.
Over the year his cock had shrunk to a nub. It would not get hard and even if it did it would not show. Dillon’s belly began to grow in circumference and he was unable to see over it even if it had still been his quite noticeable and a half inch length he would have been unable see it. Dillon had come back the dorm day and said he had lost his scholarship and that he was off the team.
I began program him with just enough incentive keep a passing D and when the summer came I convinced him that we should move into an apartment together. His family wan’t happy with him being thrown off the team and his less than adequate grades so they let him stay at and try turn things around as he told his parents.
We were into our third year and I had him register but he never went to . Dillon stayed at home and although he was quite large I put him on a regimen bulk up and when Christmas came around he was able Santa at the local mall without any padding. We bleached out his beard and got him quite a nice Santa suit.
Now Dillon had not had sex with anyone but a bit of laytex in the past and his cock having shrunk a numb made his balls quite heavy. As I led him the club now fully of age he drank beer filling his tank and adding all those empty calories.
Being a full foot taller than I was and following me like a puppy on his chain leash was quite comical from the start but being almost hundred pounds of beef and blubber was very amusing as he sat on the floor next me, his belly spreading in front of him.
How would you like a nice new present I asked Dillon.
Yes sir. Oh please sir.
Ok on your hands and knees .
And Dillon dutifully did as instructed.
I released his shorts and pulled the dildo with gasps from the surrounding men in awe of the size of the tube coming of him.
Lift up your head I instructed.
Men. I announced. Today is my ’s coming party. Seeing as it will be 2020 in about 20 minutes I would like him ring in the new year with twenty loads in each end. Would anyone like help with that?
That was all it took and I quickly had a of twenty men at both ends of Dillon.
I bent down and told Dillon to suck each like the girls use do him. And although Dillon had never sucked a dick in his life he was quite an expert at the job. His ass on the other hand being as loose as it was made it difficult clench down on the awaiting cocks but as the time ticked by he soon had twenty loads in each end and I plugged him back up and stood him up.
How does that feel big guy I asked?
Empty he replied.
Well big guy we will have to have another party next weekend. Lets see what we can do then.
Weekly he grew more and more expert with his talents.
As I graduated and got a nice job I moved myself and Dillon to Arizona where this big foot , hundred pound man would sell his talents the locals and tourists turning over his proceeds to me as I worked at a real job. He made quite a good deal his wares being of the best blow jobs in the area but even at that he was cut and made up for it in volume.
I never had sex with Dillon this day and have no plans on doing so. But I do have his progress pictures I had been taking from that first night he hopped into that pair of leather shorts, harness and boots.
It was amazingly easy to transform this muscled straight jock into a fat fem leather slut.
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A story I wrote
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Posted:Nov 1, 2017 6:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2019 6:20 am 2147 Views
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I wrote this story quite awhile ago and the comments seem to suggest a dominant submissive nature. I didn't realize it when I was writing it but here it is.
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FAT PIG
I was the jock, big man on campus, the thug dominant alpha male in high school. But as I graduated and moved on to college that changed.
I thought I was going to be the tough guy and for the most part I was. I had a scholarship and was still one of the biggest men on campus but I still was the freshman and you know how it is when you move from top of the rung to the bottom things change.
I signed up for my classes and since I was on the football team, red shirted, I just went through the motions of going to class and going to practice. I was so damn bored with this period in my life.
I hit all the bars in town even though I was just 18 I looked like I was in my early 30’s. And that fake ID sure looked good.
Spent all my spending money on crap like CD’s, a flat screen TV, Blue Ray. I was just bored and spending gave me something to do until I ran out of money and mom and dad wouldn’t give me any more and the scholarship money was out till next year. I was screwed now.
I had to get a job. So I did. All the bars needed bouncers. That didn’t pay much but it was something to do and I just had to sit at the door and check ID’s and people brought me drinks.
Not quite legal but hey I wasn’t arguing. I just kept my mouth shut. Not many would dare to try anything with me. Shit I was 6’ tall and almost 250 pounds of muscle. So many it turns out are regulars. I guess they just didn’t really like change so they would go to the same place over and over.
I am more interested in variety so on my days off and before I would come in I would hit several of the other places.
Occasionally I would see one of them out at one of the other bars but they usually looked out of place. Like they had been dragged there and were just waiting to get back to normal.
Damn boring people.
I made friends with some of the guests at my bar and occasionally someone would buy me a drink or a shot or two. Some I knew by name others I just knew by face.
Thomas was one of those I new by name. He would buy my tequila shooters all the time. Some of the nights he would come in I would be so wasted I slept through to the next shift.
My tolerance became greater and greater as the weeks went on so it took more and more to get me toasted.
One night when Thomas was buying me drinks all night I had downed almost a half bottle of tequila and was still pretty steady when the bar closed. Now Thomas was a 5’10 195 pound bear of a man. Furry, muscled and very hansom but I just was interested in the drinks and I was still thirsty. And that was the night Thomas and my relationship changed.
Thomas asked me if I was doing anything after the bar closed and wondered if I wanted to go back to his place and have some more tequila.
I wasn’t thinking of anything other than drinking and I jumped at the chance.
When things were all cleaned up at the bar I met Thomas at the back door and headed to his car. I didn’t have one.
We sat and watched a movie and Thomas kept pouring shots.
I am not sure if Thomas passed out but I sure did.
Wake up Thomas bellowed.
He had a big stack of pancakes and bacon and yelled for me to join him at the table.
My head was pounding I needed something to sop up all that alcohol.
How ya doing boy?
My head hurts.
I sat there eating and holding my head trying not to throw up.
Good boy that will do you just fine.
I didn’t see Thomas for a week and he got me drunk again. This time on rum and when we went back his place we had more run and mixers and I passed out again.
This was becoming a habit with him and me. A big binge drinking fest and a nice breakfast in the morning.
It got to be almost every night well at least the nights that I worked.
When it got to be almost every night I moved in with Thomas. We weren’t sexual just enjoyed drinking and movies with him. He seemed to treat me more like he was my dad than my dad did. Maybe that was because the only dad I had had adopted me when I was under a year old. He was all I knew and still so distant.
Mom died that year from a car wreck and I fell into a depression. Thomas was so wonderful being there for me. And my Dad became more distant. Eventually losing contact all together. He had my cell number and I had his but I never got a call from him and I had other things going on in my life.
Thomas though just being in his early 30’s was very much my Dad at that point. More dominant and more in charge of me and my life unlike any other time in my life. I had never let others tell me what to do. But it just felt right.
One night in particular after a movie fest and a pounder I was once again drunk off my butt and passed out again.
When I woke the next morning I wasn’t greeted with my usual breakfast but was instead firmly secured to a large bench. Thomas wheeled in a large tray of breakfast and he grabbed a handful of the pancakes stuck a stick of butter in the middle of it dipped it in a trough of syrup and stuck it in my mouth.
What are you doing Thomas I tried to say.
He just squeezed my nose tight and I opened my mouth and he shoved the first bite into my open mouth.
Over and over he stuffed me full. I had always had big breakfasts with Thomas but I was stuffed when he finished.
So you fat pig you like that?
I want out of here!
Look boy I know you have no where to go and a big fat pig like you needs someone to control you so you don’t go getting yourself in trouble.
LET ME OUT!
Not going to happen so might as well stop yelling boy.
LET ME OUT NOW!
Thomas left and shut the door that was when I looked around and realized I was in a room in the basement. Steel door no windows and cement on all 6 sides.
I couldn’t move and out the lights went. I couldn’t even see with the lights out so I got as comfortable as I could and went to sleep.
When the lights went on I was shocked awake. I had pee’d in while I was asleep and I could smell the acrid smell of my pee in the room and and Thomas hosed me down with a garden hose that just shot cold water.
I shivered and Thomas wiped me down with a cloth till I was dry as I tried to get loose.
It won’t do you any good piggy. You’re going to learn your place.
Here I was locked in Thomas’ basement by a man that was much smaller than I was and I was scared to death.
Eat Thomas said as he shoved burger after burger into my mouth. I was again stuffed till I was about to puke and Thomas left and shut out the light.
Every time I tried to ask him why he was doing this he would just tell me I needed some discipline and continue to stuff my growing belly.
Cakes and burgers, all sorts of fattening foods and since I was no longer getting any exercise I could tell it was going to my body fast.
He stuck a hose shaped like a dildo with a hole in it and would fill me with liquid lard and then empty me twice a day and I would pee on the floor and he would hose me down. My belly grew and if I so much as complained he would slap me across the face and then stuff some sort of dessert into my mouth. Some times he would slap me across the face or across my belly making me shake and stuff me full even without my saying a thing.
I got rounder and rounder and I was scared to death of what might happen to me.
For almost a month this treatment continued when he released me from the bondage and fitted me with a powerful electric collar.
Thomas could press a button and drop me to my knees and if I tried to raise my arms to remove it a shock would drop me like a sorority girl at a frat party.
Thomas had an industrial scale installed into the basement room before he moved me in and this was the first time I had to use it since I was locked up there. I wasn’t that much bigger than when I first moved in with Thomas but the muscle tone had turned to jelly and I was now a bit under 300 but very jiggly.
Assume the position Thomas began and I looked at him quizzically and he said bend over and grab your ankles. I didn’t do it and Thomas turned the dial on the control and a wave of pain went through my body and bent me over. OK OK.
I grabbed my ankles, which was a bit of a challenge with my new found belly. He stuck that dildo up my ass and I could feel my intestines filling with lard and I started to cramp. I was sweating like a pig and I tried to stand up.
Don’t you dare.
I tried to bend over again but that hose came from the ceiling and I couldn’t tell how much was going in me but I was getting tight.
It wasn’t until I screamed from the pain that he stopped the flow stuffed another dildo up my ass and had me sit on it to keep it in.
He rolled out a cart and said eat.
It was a command.
I couldn’t hold another thing.
EAT!
I tried but couldn’t do it.
He turned the collar on and I tried again.
A little beer and a little food and I stopped I was so stuffed.
You don’t get to let that out of your ass until you finish the tray.
He pounded the lard that was making my lower belly solid now and became more and more demanding that I eat. So I did. It was slow. But almost 2 hours later I had finished everything on the cart.
Thomas thumped my belly and said good pig.
He let me sit there another half hour with the lard and food in me before he removed the plug and let me release the contents.
I felt so empty and that was when the hunger began.
In rolled several carts of food and a keg of beer.
Fill that void you fat pig.
I couldn’t help it I ate and ate and ate. I was ravenous and I ate. And I was getting loopy at the same time.
I guess by now your feeling the effects of the pot I put in all the food it will give you the munchies.
Why? I cried like a little baby.
Because I want it what other reason do I need.
I guess I didn’t need another reason. And at that point I think I just gave in to his control.
I ate when told to I talked when allowed to and I became fatter and fatter.
It wasn’t for almost a year of this treatment that we started to have sex. Thomas would have me lay on the mattress he called my pig pen and have me raise my legs and he would **** my ass or he would bend me over and have me **** myself with a dildo set up along the wall in progressively larger dildo’s or he would hang me in a sling and stick his arm up my back end.
No matter what he did I would jiggle like jello.
I was almost 500 of quivering jiggling belly when he let me out to go to the bars. He dressed me in a way too tight set of overalls that couldn’t be snapped at the sides and no shirt showing my big tits that wrapped around to the middle of my back.
I hadn’t seen the light of day so I was particularly pale and he shaved me so I was as smooth as a baby except for the hair on top of my head. Even my beard was shaved smooth which hadn’t happened in almost 10 years. I looked like a . I had just turned 21 so I was able to get into the bars legally now.
He found a seat at the bar and had me sit on the floor next to him and handed me pitcher after pitcher of beer. It would take a hell of a lot of beer to get me drunk now and I don’t think that was really his intension he was just filling me and would pat me on the head from time to time like a good puppy or faithful pig.
His names became my words of love. Fat pig. Tub of Lard. Hungry Hungry Hippo. All sorts were words of love any more to me.
He would unstrap my overalls and let my belly spill out over my knees and I sat there and drank looking up to my master with love.
Thomas was a good Dad to me. He took good care of me.
He had me tattooed with fat pig on my forearms and easy access on my asshole.
He began taking me to the bath house and rent my ass out to chubby chasers.
There were a few feeders that wanted some experience with feeding someone so he would rent me out for exhibitions.
I really enjoy this and never thought I would ever be in this position but I am now happy as a pig in a poke.
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