City of Bears: The Skin Between (Part 3)

With that, Trey didn’t say anything else, he just pulled on some socks and work boots, and then left Darren to his own devices in his place, and hurried down to the street so he could get to work at the construction site, hard hat in hand.

Work, in the city, was an odd endeavour, and it certainly wasn’t for everyone, or even for most. After all, what was there to labor for, in a city where everyone could have what they needed at any moment? The city provided everything you might need–everything but a purpose, but most men could find ways to manage that inconvenience. Still, work did have a certain appeal, to a certain kind of character. For some, play felt so much more rewarding after a day of work, while for others, work became a kind of service, something they could provide for their own innate pleasures, or perhaps for the pleasure of a master. Some others desired it merely as a way to fill time, something to provide a rhythm to the endless cycle of change, something they could use to entertain themselves while they waited for a better reason to come along, as reasons had a way of doing, eventually.

But Trey wasn’t working for purpose, or for pleasure, or for service, his was a more…desperate measure, and much of that had to do with the hard hat he held in his hand, better known as a RuffHat, as they had been branded years ago, when, as Darren had said, the old craftsman Abrahams had first manufactured them. He had been an odd craftsman–most bears who crafted artifacts found pleasure in creating things that brought about a rather instant effect, but Abrahams advocated the particular pleasures of a slower, more deliberate process. He claimed a Change lasted longer for two reasons–first, if you wanted it, and second, if you earned it. So, he sought to give people ways to earn them.

Trey caught a bus, checked the clock again, and if he ignored the growl in his gut, he could almost convince himself all of this had turned out alright, and he really wasn’t running all that late. The bus moved out of downtown and towards an outlying sector of the city where much of the…rougher work happened in the city–the docks, the warehouses, the factories. He was headed for Construction Zone #5, where he worked as a grunt worker, building a new factory, or a new warehouse, or a new dock–it hardly mattered. Everything in the city was always changing anyway, and buildings and their purpose were no exception. When they finished, Zone #5 would move elsewhere, possibly tearing down some other, now derelict building, just to give the men something to do. Trey tried not to think about it, it was easier to not think about whether there was meaning in process with no resolution. Better bears then him had driven themselves nearly mad trying to reason their way to the meaning of the city and everyone’s place within it. Better to just exist. Better to stay in the moment.

He got off the bus and made his way towards the zone. The streets were full of men, most of them on the way to the same sorts of jobs he was going to, and all of them looking like they…belonged here. It only seemed to heighten what he’d been losing all of these last few months. Why was he even doing this? He’d been lying to Darren earlier, telling him this was something new he’d been doing, working with the RuffHat. He’d had this job for almost two months, and the only thing the hat had done for him was slow down what was happening to him. It seemed like an old joke somehow, that the hat was refusing to help him, most likely because his own guilt and insecurity was holding him back. He knew he didn’t deserve anything other than what he was sliding towards, and secretly, he was wondering if he might want it, as well. He should give it up, and just give in. It would be…so much easier, at least. He’d enjoy it too–giving into a Change always felt so satisfying, and maybe he’d finally be able to forget about Willis, and quit being haunted by all of this…but he didn’t want to be that–this loser. This pervert, this slob, this waste. He hadn’t been good to anyone, he could admit that, but he didn’t deserve this–no one did.

He slowed down as he got to the zone, and ducked into the nearby alley, where he prefered to change. Everyone in the zone knew he was a Ruff, but he…hated changing in front of them, he preferred arriving and leaving as the person working, without having to admit who he really was–without having to admit this wasn’t working at all. After all, Ruff’s commanded a certain inherent respect. It meant someone was working to improve themselves, and Ruffs were usually the hardest workers on any zone, when one showed up. It was…humiliating, in its own way. With a deep breath, he put the hat on his head, and felt it wash down over him. He leaned into the brick to steady himself, looking down at his body, watching his frame fill out the overalls, hair covering his arms and shoulders, his mind slowing down to a relative crawl–but a happy crawl. He was going to work. He liked working. He liked lifting things, and hammering, and carrying stuff, and he was good at it! He was a Ruff, after all, and that’s what Ruffs were most good at in the whole world. The Ruff grinned, wiped a thick hand across his heavy, tanned brow, and realized he needed to hurry. He was running late, and he’d feel real bad if he was late for the job–a good Ruff was never late. They worked hard, all the way to quitting time, and then they were done, and took off the hat, and then the Ruff could go away knowing he had done a good job until the next day, when he would get to work again.

The Ruff stepped out of the alley and hurried down to the zone, apologized to the foreman waiting for him for being late, and then got to work. Work was the best, wasn’t it? Nothing could satisfy a man like work. The Ruff could feel the apprehension inside him, which he was holding at bay for the moment, and it made him a bit sad, as he started hauling some bags of cement over to where some men were working on the foundation. Still, he’d work as hard as he could–it was all he knew how to do. There wasn’t anything more to being a Ruff than that, after all.

City of Bears: The Skin Between (Part 2)

He kept scanning the crowd, and told himself he’d give it another half an hour before he abandoned the venture, went home, jacked off a few times, and fell asleep. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or terrified when Willis finally walked through the door of the club, but the dial went to terrified and ashamed when he saw Willis head for a group of other cubs and start making out with…all of them. This had been a mistake. This whole thing had been such a terrible, terrible idea, and he knew that, but what had he really imagined might happen? How was this ever going to end, between that handsome fucker he’d lost and the loser he could feel himself becoming every moment? He should just leave. Not even this would last forever, he knew that, but it was worse to admit that he deserved it. He went downstairs, but didn’t head for the door. Instead he went to the bar, and ordered something strong. He chugged it, and when it was gone, he didn’t know who he was, and that was exactly who he wanted to be–anyone other than who he was slowly becoming.

He could be someone else, he could be this person. In one of the mirrored walls, he checked himself out, and he looked…good. He looked like a handsome cub, manly but soft in all the right places, down and desperate to be fucked. He’d get Willis back like this, wouldn’t he? Isn’t this what he wanted now? It’s who he was with at least, Trey could do this, he could be whoever Willis wanted him to be. He didn’t want to be anyone without him, he didn’t want to be a loser, he didn’t want to deal with that ever again. But as he crossed the dance floor, he forgot about Willis too. He forgot about everything except for how hot he was, and how the music was throbbing in his heart, and in his cock, and every cub around him smelled fantastic, and so he danced, and passed from man to man, losing himself in them, losing himself as best he could, and whenever the feeling started to fade, he went back to the bar and got another drink, and just kept going. From moment to moment, he could finally feel connected again. Connected when he looked in a cub’s dazed eyes, seeing the reflection on his own in the depths, the heat of his lips. He pushed hard against them, pulled them tight, trying to meet every point of his skin with theirs, but it didn’t last. They were always pulled away, or pushed themselves away, and he spun to someone else. Then, when the drinks started to fade, because the night was winding down into dawn, he went from clinging to drinks to clinging to whoever was nearby–the world spinning until everything was fading away, and then it was morning, he was in his bed, his head was pounding, but worst of all, he was late for work.

“Fuck, god fucking damn it…” Trey fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, and ended up nearly tumbling out entirely, catching himself with a hand on the floor, next to a set of underwear he didn’t recognize as his own. His arm gave way, and he tumbled the rest of the way out of the bed and onto the floor, with a thud and another string of curse words, loud enough to wake the bear in the bed with him.

Trey stood up, rubbing his shoulder where he whacked it, and looked at the stranger under the covers who had been sleeping with him, looking over at him blearily. “Uh, Hey, “ the man said, “You, uh, you alright?”

Trey looked around them, at the state of his apartment, at the state of himself, at the state of his whole reality slowly deteriorating into something he loathed, and all he felt was a deep, hopeless, shame. “I…sorry, I was sexier last night, I know,” he muttered, “and I hate to just…kick you out, but I have to get to work.”

The bear smirked, “No worries, I wasn’t quite myself last night either, but we had some fun, right? Or, at least, I did,” he stretched, and swung his arms over the side of the bed and stood up. The man was right–he wasn’t the chubby little cub Trey had taken home with him from the bar, in the same way Trey hadn’t been the swaggering cocky fireplug of a top eager to stuff the chubby boy’s holes. “It’s nice getting out of your own skin on occasion–you seem like a fellow who knows what I mean. The name’s Darren by the way, don’t think we exchanged pleasantries last night.”

“I…look, that…it was nice, but I really need to get going, I’m running really late,” Trey said, and pulled on a dirty workshirt and pulled up a pair of overalls. Darren watched him with a confused look on his face.

“Never much one for work, myself…but you don’t strike me as the sort of guy who’d be working in something like that.”

“It’s complicated,” Trey said, “It…I mean, can you just go? I’m sorry to just kick you out, but it’s been…a weird few days,” Trey said, but noticed Darren wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the table, where a hard hat was resting.

“Is that…what I think that is?”

Trey heaved a sigh.

“You’ve got a RuffHat?” Darren said, and he couldn’t quite contain his glee, “Holy fuck, no wonder you’re so eager to get to work, I fucking would be too!” he shook his head, “How the hell did you get into that anyway? That shit is hard to find, ever since the Boutique disappeared when Old Abrahams Changed finally.”

“Friend of a friend. It’s not as exciting as you think, trust me.”

Feeling self-conscious, Trey walked over to the table and picked the hat up, and Darren just stared at him. “Well, put it on, I won’t bite.”

“I don’t put it on until I get to the site, it’s…otherwise I can have a hard time getting there.”

Darren was looking at him again, sizing him up more, “I thought they were supposed to, you know, have…certain effects.”

“I haven’t been at it for very long.”

Darren just looked at him again, a bit longer, and then shrugged. “Fine, don’t show off for me, sexy.”

“Trust me, it isn’t as sexy as you think. Reality is always a little disappointing.”

“Well maybe we should test that out sometime.”

Trey looked at the clock, and hissed a sigh, “I have to get going, alright? There’s…some food in the fridge if you’re hungry, just lock the door on the way out.”

City of Bears: The Skin Between (Part 1)

Trey didn’t want to admit it, but he was miserable. He hadn’t always been miserable, after all, he hadn’t even always been…himself, just like everyone in the city. But he couldn’t remember ever being so tired of himself, in such a very long time, and he didn’t even think he’d been…this for very long. He was in front of the mirror again, wishing he wasn’t, looking at himself, looking at everything he…detested about himself, about this self. He hated being young, he hated his pudgy gut and thin arms. He wanted to be hairier, he wanted to bald a little, he wanted…he didn’t want this, but he didn’t know what he could want instead. He lived in a city where he could be anyone, anyone other than this, and yet, he didn’t want to be…anyone else. He didn’t know what he wanted, and that made everything so much worse.

He had work in the morning, and he knew he shouldn’t go out, but he wanted to anyway, because he knew if he laid down, he wouldn’t be able to sleep. Instead, he would just think about everything else, about everyone else, about himself, and how he wished he could be anyone else, and wondering how everyone else managed to be happy, and wondering most of all if he’d ever be happy again, and wondering how long he was going to be alone, now, because most of all, he’d lie in bed thinking about Willis.

Because that’s what hurt the worst, that he was alone. So many men in the city, so many men he wanted, and…none of them seemed to want him at all. Because all of this wasn’t even really about him, he supposed, it was about Willis. It would have been easier, he supposed, if Willis had Changed, when he’d left. That would have been easier. Trey would have loved to have something to blame other than himself, but as it was, he had nothing else, and he knew it. It was his fault. He’d been so…content. Everything had seemed so easy–that, or he’d been too lazy to notice the growing rifts between them. Willis had been pulling away, but Trey assured himself he would always be there–until he was wasn’t. And when he was gone, Trey didn’t know what to do anymore.

It had been a blow, he could admit that now. He’d been so…happy as himself, but he hadn’t ever bothered to notice how much he’d needed someone else with him, until they were gone. And slowly, he found himself Changing. He lost the age, he lost the confidence, he lost the gusto and fur and muscle. He lost everything, and without it, who was he, really? He was just a loser. He was this loser, and secretly, he wondered if this was who he’d been this entire time, even with Willis, if Willis had been the magic in him all along. He knew he needed to apologize, he knew that he needed to acknowledge that he’d been shitty…but he couldn’t face him like this. There wasn’t any other option though, he knew that, but he had to be…honest, right?

So he knew he should sleep, and he knew this was a bad idea, but he got dressed and made his way through the streets to Cubsters, where he knew Willis would be, because that’s where Willis always was, these days. Walking through the streets was its own torture, mostly because he felt like he was invisible. Like, nothing he was now, was going to be enough for any of the men around him. He got the side-eye at the bar from the bouncer–he wasn’t really a bear, and he wasn’t really a cub, but he got waved in anyway. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be there though. Once he was inside, all of his insecurities come roaring back, all over again. He didn’t belong here, he should be back in his room. He could watch some porn and jack off a few times–that always made him feel better. He shook that urge off, knowing it wouldn’t end well, and then pushed through the crowd of young, sweaty cubs shaking and dancing to the throbbing music. It had always been infectious, the few times he’d come here before, but now, it just felt…loud and uncomfortable. He’d rather just be home, stroking off, feeling shitty about himself stroking off and…maybe ordering in a few pizzas…

He ordered himself something mild. He needed to stay…normal, if he was going to do this right. He staked out a table on the upper floor, where he could scan the crowd and look for his ex, and try and script something out in his head that would make…sense. But why was he even here, anyway? What was he hoping to get out of this? Did…he want to get Willis back, or was he just trying to get himself back? He couldn’t even really remember who he’d been before all of this, and he could feel it all slipping away even faster. But he did like watching, didn’t he? Yeah, he definitely liked watching guys fuck, hell, he liked it more than fucking…didn’t he? It was the kind of thing a loser like him would enjoy. He slipped a hand into his shorts, seeing a cub get bent over a pool table down below, another guy coming behind him to fuck him…but he pulled his eyes away. He wasn’t here for that. He was here to apologize, he was here to try and…stop this from happening to him.

The Carnival (Part 2)

Animal Impersonations won both polls, but a decent number wanted some X rated content, so why don’t we make some dirty animals?

*SNAP*

Jared shook his head, and looked around, trying to remember where he was, and what he was doing. The lights were hot on him, and he could see the audience laid out in front of him, and most everyone was snickering, and a few were laughing outright–especially the other frat brothers in the audience. He looked next to him, and Dr. Watch was standing there, smiling kindly at him. “Well Jared, what do you think now? Think hypnosis is real?” he asked.

Jared felt like his memories were falling into line now, and he remembered what had happened, how Dr. Watch had told him he’d be able to hypnotise him just by touching his forehead with a single finger. It had been absurd, of course–not only was hypnotism complete bullshit, but even if it was possible, there was no way something so simplistic would work on him. Sure enough, it hadn’t worked! He could remember now, it was just a moment ago that Dr. Watch had tapped his forehead, and just like he’d thought, nothing had happened at all. “No way, I told you, I can’t be hypnotized–especially not with a finger.”

The whole audience erupted in laughter–and Jared smirked, assuming they were all laughing at the failure of a hypnotist, but the grin didn’t fade from Dr. Watch’s face…and a slight sense of doubt began to creep into his mind.

“Well Jared, then maybe you could explain why you aren’t wearing any clothes?”

Jared’s eyes went wide, and he looked down at himself, the audience still roaring with laughter, and sure enough–he was completely naked. He…he had been wearing clothes, hadn’t he? He looked around, but they were nowhere to be seen on the stage. How could that be possible? There had to be some reason, right? Like it had been waiting for the question, a reason came to him immediately, and as ridiculous as it sounded to him, he also knew, with complete certainty, that it was the naked truth. “Because…because I’m an animal, and…animals don’t wear clothes, of course.”

The room erupted with even more laughter, and even though Jared was certain it was perfectly reasonable, he felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Something about this was wrong. He could remember wearing clothes, certainly, but he also knew that him, an animal, wearing clothes was a preposterous thing to even consider. The dissonance was giving him a headache–all he wanted to do was get off the stage, and get some fresh air, but he couldn’t budge either of his feet an inch.

“Ah, well that certainly makes sense to me!” Dr. Watch said, rolling his eyes to the audience, “But be more specific for me, Jared–what kind of animal are you?”

He knew this. He was…human, right? No–no, that wasn’t right, a voice said immediately. Humans were animals, sure, but they wore clothes. He was…different, but what was he again? He should know, the answer was in his head, but locked away somewhere he couldn’t reach. “I…don’t remember.”

“Well, we can help remind you, can’t we everyone?” Dr. Watch said, “Alright everyone, on the count of three. One…Two…Three!”

“Monkeyboy!” the audience screamed at him, and Jared felt something inside him take over. He fell forward, catching himself with his hands, crouched over awkwardly, and he started grunting and howling like a monkey, one hand scratching his armpit as he did. Inside his head, Jared was horrified at himself, but it…it was just who he was! What choice did he have? He tried to ask Dr. Watch what was wrong with him, but he couldn’t get any words out, and Dr. Watch just patted him on the head, and sushed him.

“Now now, Monkeyboy–I know what you need. Ollie, would you come up please?” One of the folk from the town stepped forward, eyes glazed over. He looked to be a trucker, was was none too clean–but he was fully clothed. “Now Ollie, you have a couple of bananas don’t you? We talked about that earlier.”

Ollie nodded, and the entire audience started cackling.

“Well, the Monkeyboy over here is hungry–would you do me a favor and feed him your bananas?”

Ollie nodded, then went back, sat down in his chair, and started undoing his boots. Jared was confused, but when he pulled off his sock, he understood–because where Ollie’s foot should be, there was just the most delicious looking banana he’d ever seen. He loped over, grunting the whole way, got down and started licking at Ollie’s bananas, confused by the flavor a bit, while the entire audience just watched the burly frat brother slather his tongue all over Ollie’s filthy feet. But the laughter subsided somewhat, as people began to notice that something about Jared seemed…strange. The hair on his body was thicker somehow, and his uncomfortable stoop looked a bit more natural, suddenly, like his arms had gotten longer, or his legs shorter, or a bit of both.

“That’s very good, Monkeyboy,” Dr. Watch said, “But you have a favorite banana of your own, don’t you?”

Jared nodded, the hair closing in around his face, eyes a bit rounder, lips pushed out a bit, and he bent over, the audience gasped as Jared curled around and began sucking on his own cock, right in front of the entire room. The rest of the frat in particular were horrified watching this, but none of them could get up from their seats. The hypnotist swung his watch, catching the light and sending the flickers back into the room, watching the audience settle in and begin laughing and clapping again. Dr. Watch had never lost an audience, after all, and he wasn’t about to lose this one.

He left Jared to his favorite banana, and called forward Adam and Roger, both of whom were also naked, and still dazed. He snapped his fingers, and the two woke up, looking confused. “Alright everyone, why don’t we help out our other two animals here? You all know what to say, don’t you?”

So, what sorts of animals should Roger and Adam become? No pups or pigs though, sorry, I’d rather try some animals I don’t write as often.

Cow-boy
Gator-boy
Donkey-boy
Rat-Boy

I added a fourth option, since there will be two winners to this poll!

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Emptied Out (Part 10)

Leonard had to admit it felt good too. Sliding deep into his son’s filthy ass, but he knew it was a tempting delight, one he needed to resist…but when he tried to pull away, he couldn’t. He didn’t have access to the rest of the body anymore–Leo had managed to lock his mind away in the cock, and as pre-cum leaked out, Leonard felt his strength ebbing more and more.

“Yeah, it feels real good, don’ it? Just let go ‘n enjoy yerself. Don’ worry ‘bout nothin’, I’ll take real good care a yer body fer ya–and yer boy here.”

Leonard tried to rouse himself one last time, for the sake of his son, but he couldn’t–and so he just rode the pleasure, feeling more and more of himself draining away, the pleasure building higher and higher in his balls as Leo fucked Nathan harder and harder. Then, his balls contracted, there was a great wave of pleasure, and he was gone. Leo felt him go, felt his entire body belong to him and him alone, finally, and collapsed on Nathan with a grunt, hugging him close, groping his flabby sides and fat belly. “Damn boy, yer a real good fuck–gonna have to make sure Master let’s me visit ya on occasion, help me blow off some steam while I’m on the road.”

He hefted himself back up and let his cock side from Nathan’s ass with a wet fart, and whistled at the new cock he had, now that he didn’t have to lug around that worthless, stodgy fuck anymore. It was a real man’s cock–nine inches, thick as a beer can, with a thick foreskin hanging over the head, even when it was erect. He rolled Nathan over onto his back and straddled his fat chest. “Here boy, got a treat fer ya–clean off my nasty cock. Make sure ya get under that foreskin fer yer dessert too.”

“Please…” Nathan said, “Please, don’t…just leave. Just leave me be, please, I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Leo ran one huge, greasy paw over Nathan’s buzzed scalp and jaw. “But boy, I ain’t ‘bout tah leave ya unsatisfied–that just ain’t mah way. ‘Sides, ya mean tah tell me a dirty pig like you is gonna pass up the oppontunity tah give me a real nice tongue bath?” He drooled a stream of tobacco spit onto Nathan’s chest, and felt the boy’s breath quicken under him. Leo took off his sweaty shirt, revealing a barrel chest covered in hair, and leaned in close. Even from a foot away, Nathan could smell the powerful stink of Leo’s pits, and his nose was drawn to them, licking at them tentatively at first, but with a bit of encouragement from Leo, he dug into them, savoring them in between drags off his fag. Leo hauled off his cowboy boots next, and once Nathan got a sniff of those, there was no going back. He spent half an hour with his face plasted to the soles, giving them long, loving licks from heel to toe, torn between his absolute shame and humiliation, and a lust he could neither articulate or deny.

Leo’s cock didn’t stay down for long, not with Nathan paying him such good attention, and he fucked him again, slower this time, with his real cock–his bigger cock. Nathan tried to hold off, tried to keep his fat from jiggling too much against the head of his dicklet, but it was too much. With a series of snorts he came, pumping the last remaining traces of himself onto the mattress below him, and Nate’s dumb grin spread across his face once again, bucking back harder into Leo’s cock.

In the corner where he’d settled, invisible, Greg watched the former father and son continue to fuck, pleased with the latest additions to his stable. He allowed them to finish, before revealing himself, and walking over to Nate, where he was dazed on hands and knees, feeling empty again. After all, he needed to get filled up one last time, and so Greg filled him in on what sort of life Nate could expect going forward. Greg had lots of daddies, and many of them traveled through the city on occasion–daddies like Leo, who was going to start work as a trucker the next week. Nate was going to be a very good host to all of them, Biff’s little whore boy, satisfying all of them, doing whatever they ordered him to do, and loving every moment of his new life, because it was exactly what he wanted.

They didn’t stay for dinner. Leo and Greg got back in the car, and Leo thanked his Master for the body by giving him a quick blowjob in the cab–Greg enjoyed sex most when he knew they could be discovered, after all, not that anyone would be able to stop him, of course. Leo finished, wiped the cum into his beard, and drove off to the bank. There were some papers that needed to be signed, by “Leonard”, transferring all of his assets to his new young dependent for safe keeping and dispersal, but Leo didn’t want to be rich. No, all Leo wanted was a life on the open road, smoking cigars, dipping, and drinking whiskey, fucking pigs in rest areas, resting his feet in front of some porn on the weekends. It might be an empty life, but for all of Greg’s daddies, it was the only life they could imagine ever wanting.

Emptied Out (Part 9)

Greg opened the door, and there, in the midst of the flithy laundry, on a mattress that reeked of piss, was the fattest, nastiest fucker Leonard had ever seen–but he couldn’t deny it, it was Nathan–it was his son. He rolled over from where he was snacking and looked at the door, “Oh hey! Ya must be daddy’s friends he said were comin’ o’er. Ya…wanna come play with me?”

“Hawt damn boy! That’s one sexy fuckin’ pig, it’ll be a fuckin’ honor tah pump a load in his dirty hole.”

“No! Nathan, Nathan, you have to listen to me, you have to get out of here!”

“Nah boy, just stay right there, and get that ass ready fer some redneck fuckin’.”

“Both of you shut up for a second,” Greg said, and both Leo and Leonard felt their lips knot up, while Greg stepped inside and went to Nate on the bed, pulling a used condom from his pocket. “I’ve been saving this for you, Nate–the little bit I saved of Nathan back before you left, one load of cum you pumped out for me on the couch before Biff arrived. It isn’t much, so be careful with it. Biff told me how fast you lost the rest, so maybe now you understand how important this is a little better.”

Nate didn’t quite know what Greg was talking about, but he did love cum, and so he guzzled down the chilled cum from the condom, and when it hit his guts, Nathan shuddered in horror. He was so fucking filthy, and all the filth he’d done with Biff over the last two weeks…he looked over at his dad in the doorway, or the nasty fucking redneck who had been his dad, and still was his dad…sort of.

“Now, why don’t the two of you spend the afternoon together? Just so you know, if you can refrain from any…funny business, both of you will be back in control, eventually. Somehow, I don’t think you’ll be able to manage, right Leo?”

“Fuckin’ right! I’m fuckin’ that fuckin’ piggy, and gettin’ mah big, nasty fuckin’ redneck cock, just like Master promised me!”

He lunged for the bed, and all Leonard could do was tip him off balance so he missed, and landed among the filthy laundry around the bed. He did his best to keep control of his body–but Leo was horny, and fucking strong willed. It made sense, after all–he was the brains, and Leonard was just the balls. Nathan stayed on the bed, paralyzed. He didn’t know what to do, or even what to believe. He hadn’t had any Nathan in him in so long, the clarity, and the shame, was…horrifying. He didn’t really hate himself this much, did he? He grabbed for another fag and lit it, holding it in shaking fingers, trying to sort out what was real, and what wasn’t. He looked for Greg, but he’d slipped from the room–maybe. With all the control over them that he had, maybe they just couldn’t see him.

Leo smacked himself in the junk. “Ya ain’t in fuckin’ charge no more. Master gave this body tah me, ‘n I happen tah fuckin’ like it! Now, yer gonna get blown intah yer son’s hole, ‘n there ain’t nothin’ ya can do tah stop me.” Leo lunged for the bed again, but Leonard pulled him back, both of them screaming and shouting at each other, but Leo had another idea. Instead of going for the bed, he instead hauled his cock out of his jeans–or Leonard’s cock, since that was the one thing Master hadn’t changed about him yet–and stroked it slowly. Caught off guard, Leonard moaned in sudden, unexpected pleasure. His cock had never felt like that before, but then again, he’d never been entirely in his cock and balls before, had he? Leo just kept stroking, and Leonard lost focus, Leo whispering sweet things to him, telling him he was going to make him feel so good, and he made it onto the bed.

Leonard knew he should stop him, pull him back, but…but he didn’t want Leo to stop touching him. Nathan put up a bit of a struggle, but while Leo was fat, he had much more muscle than Nathan did at this point. “No…no, I…let my dad go, let us go, please let us go…” he said.

Leo slapped him–hard. Harder than Biff had ever hit him, and Nathan just sat on the bed, stunned. “Pig, I can fuck ya real gentle ‘n nice like, right here, right now, ‘n have ya squealin’ in delight, or I can go git the rope outta mah truck, hogtie ya, beat ya, ‘n ream yer ass raw. I don’t care how I gits this load in ya, but it’s goin’ in. Now–ya gonna go easy like?” Nathan looked at the filthy roughneck leering over him, and rolled over, presenting his hole to him. Leo…was kind of sexy, and he…he didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He didn’t want to be this, and he didn’t want to think about this anymore–it was too tiring, the horror of it all. It had been so easy just…feeling good, and when Leo slipped the head of Leonard’s cock into Nathan’s ass–it felt like the answer to all of his problems.

Emptied Out (Part 8)

***Three weeks later***

Leonard drove the rusted out pickup truck he’d been forced to trade his Tesla in for, by his fucking boy, into the dilapidated apartment complex. “This is the place?” he asked, “This is where my son is?”

Greg, sitting in the passenger seat beside him nodded. “Yep–I’m true to my word. You’ve done so good for me daddy, doing everything I asked, just so you’d have a chance to see him again.”

Leonard scowled at him–it wasn’t like he’d had much of a choice in any of it. He’d arrived at the college to pick up his son for the summer, and this fucker had been waiting for him, and…and Leonard didn’t know what he’d done to him, but these last three weeks, he’d turned his life upside down. Quit his job, sold his car, started dressing like some hillbilly redneck, drinking cheap whiskey, smoking cigars–usually with a lip full of dip too. He felt like a fucking freak…but if it meant getting him and his son out of this crazy fucker’s grasp, then yeah, he’d put up with it. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t get all of it back soon enough, once he got a chance to call the cops on this faggot. He just wished he could explain why in the hell he couldn’t seem to disobey any of the freaks orders–that, and why he seemed to be remembering less and less of his time with him. He would blank out for hours, and every time he came back and realized it, Greg would be standing there, staring at him with that dumb grin on his face–a dumb grin that seemed a little too clever.

They crossed the complex and made their way to an apartment on the ground floor. Greg didn’t knock, he just pulled his keys out from his pocket (it was a ring with a substantial number of keys, Leonard noticed) unlocked the door, and stepped inside. “Daddy Biff? Where are ya, you fuckin’ nasty pervert?”

The stench made Leonard’s eyes sting, and he gagged. It was horrid–who in the world could live like this, and what was his son doing in a place this filthy? He pushed in after his boy, and Greg shut the door behind him. It was dark, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but he did eventually see the massively obese man, Biff he assumed, sprayed out on a couch in front of a TV showing some of the filthiest porn Leonard had ever seen.

“Hot damn, Master, made yerself a handsome one this time. Hope he gets tah hang out here on occasion, wouldn’t mind feelin’ that big beard round my cock, or rubbin’ against my hole,” Biff said, blowing a cloud of smoke in Leonard’s direction.

“We’ll have to see, Biff. Is he back in the bedroom?”

Biff nodded, “Just like ya asked. He’s pretty eager, and bored.”

Greg led the way down a short hallway, and Leonard could hear Biff resume masturbating as they left, moaning and belching as he did. “What the fuck is my son doing here, you fucker?” Leonard said in a hushed voice, “If that pervert laid a hand on Nathan, I’ll make sure you never see daylight again.”

Greg didn’t reply, he just got to the end of the hall, where the door was shut, turned and looked at Leonard. “Alright, your son is through this door. But, before you meet him, I think it’s time we introduce you two.”

“I think I know my own son.”

Greg laughed, “Oh no, you’ll get introduced to him in a moment–no, Leonard, I think it’s time you officially met Leo.”

It was like a curtain had been lifted, one he hadn’t even known was there all this time. The lost memories came back to him, and Leonard realized why he hadn’t had them–it was because they weren’t his at all. They were Leo’s. Leo, the man this fucking boy had been…building in his mind, all this time, and he hadn’t noticed any of it for a second. “Fuck son, ‘bout Gawd damn time ya let me out fer some damn air!”

It was his voice, but it wasn’t. He didn’t have that drawl, he didn’t…want to say that. He’d felt his lips move, and his lungs push air out, but those were Leo’s words, not his. “What…what the fuck did you do to me?”

Greg just smiled at him, “I made myself a new daddy, Leonard–a much better daddy that you could be. Still, there wasn’t enough room for both of you in that head there, so I’m afraid I had to move you, Leonard. You know where you are, right Leo?”

“Sure do, Master!” Leo said in his thick drawl, one hand pointing to his head, “I’m up here, in the brains!”

Greg nodded, “And you know where I had to put you, don’t you Leonard?”

Leonard knew it wasn’t true. It didn’t make sense, it had to be a delusion…but he nodded, gulped, and said, “In…in my balls.”

“And you know why you’ve been having a hard time remembering things, Leonard?”

“B-Because every time we shoot…some of me gets…lost…”

Leo groped himself through his crusty jeans, “Hell yeah, been gettin’ rid a ya seven ’r eight times a day! Master says yer about all dried up now–gonna get a brand new cock ‘n balls once we’re all through wit’ ya.”

Greg nodded. “But I wanted your last to be special, Leonard–some father and son bonding. Here, let’s get that second introduction underway.”

Emptied Out (Part 7)

“Thanks daddy, fuckin’ needed a good plowin’,” Nathan said, and yawned, “Kinda tired though.”

“Me too son–heh, and Master thought it’d take me a day. I got ya all emptied out in twelve hours, son.”

Nathan nodded, not really sure what his daddy was talking about, and collapsed on his side of the bed. He…wasn’t empty, was he? He felt full of cum, and food, for one thing…but something else was nagging at him. It didn’t seem important though–and when his daddy climbed in behind him and pulled him into a tight hug, surrounding him with his stink, Nathan just gave a deep sigh, and slipped off into sleep.

He awoke sometime later, feeling strange. Biff was still snoring beside him, and Nathan slipped his way free of his arms, and out of bed, lighting a fag for himself as he made his way to the bathroom, where he stood at the sink, staring at himself, and wondering if he was going crazy. He’d just had…a dream. A dream where he was someone else–someone thin, someone who dressed in suits, and knew stuff, and didn’t sit around with their dad all day jacking off and getting fucked. It had been an awful dream, and that young man had been…screaming at him. Screaming at him to wake up and get help, that this wasn’t right, that the massively fat, disgusting face he was looking at in the grungy mirror wasn’t who he was supposed to be. That he had to fight back before it was too late.

He ran his hands down his fat body, feeling his heavy moobs hand jiggling his big gut, trying to…imagine what it might be like, being skinny like he’d been in the dream. It couldn’t be right, could it? No–no, this was right…he was so…sure, somehow, but then why was he still thinking about that strange dream? Why was he still thinking about going to the phone and calling the police? What could he even say that would make any sense, when he was too stupid to know what was even going on?

He felt his guts shift a bit, reached around, and tugged out the dildo daddy had put in him before they’d fallen asleep out with a long fart. It made him grin, but he did need to shit. He’d feel better if…if he was empty, right? He sat down on the toilet, gave a grunt, and dropped a big load of into the water beneath him, along with a long series of farts, the stench wafting up around him, and making him horny again. He hefted up his gut, but he hadn’t been able to reach his puny dick in so long–still, he knew what to do. He started rocking on the toilet, feeling his cock slipping in and out of his gunt, while he toyed with his nipples and smelled his pits, and the stink of his shit on the air. He was…empty, but not empty enough. He could be emptier.

The voice in him, he could almost hear it begging him, Begging him to stop, begging him to get a hold of himself, and get help, or at least run. But he was so horny–so horny all the time. He saw a pair of daddy’s briefs of the tile beside him, lunged down and got them, and sniffed them, humping his own fat a bit faster, getting closer and closer until at last he came with a shudder, filling his fat with a load of cum, and the voice, and the dream, slipped out of him until there was just a pleasant nothing, and Nate was left on the toilet, jaw gaping and eyes glazed, for about half an hour, until Biff stumbled into the doorway, looking for his son, and finding him there, and smelling cum on the air.

“Guess we didn’t quite get it all out then–was wonderin’ ‘bout that,” Biff said, “I doubt there could have been much left though/ Still, gotta fill ya up with one last thing–got just the stuff though, cause daddy’s gotta piss, ‘n yer blockin’ the pot.” Biff stepped up to Nathan’s face, lifted his gut, and stuck his cock into his slack mouth, “Ya sure do love the stuff though–love drinkin’ piss as much as that soda a yers. Makes it a whole lot easier fer me, never gotta git up from the couch anymore, not with a urinal right next tah me tah drink it down on the spot.”

He let his piss go, and while most of it got in his mouth, a good amount ran down onto Nate’s fat gut as well, and his heady musk developed a definite tang of old piss along with the rest of his odor.

“You though–not so good with control. Sometimes ya catch it in an old two liter bottle, so ya can drink it while ya watch some real pervy porn–but just as often ya just let it go right where ya are. I don’t mind ya reekin’ of piss, or soakin’ down the bed and the couch–good thing yer dad’s as nasty minded as you are, right?”

Nate came out of his daze–but not as Nathan. Nathan was all gone now, he was just Nate. All he knew was what Biff, his daddy, had spent the last day putting into him, there was nothing else to him beyond gluttony, perversion, and filth. He drank down the last of his dad’s piss, and then licked his lips, and relit the fag he had between his fingers. “Thanks daddy, was gettin’ thirsty.”

“No worries son–now come on, let’s get back tah bed.”

He helped Nate back up onto his feet, and the two of them shared a smoky kiss and a grope, before Nate led the way back to the bedroom. He was most of the way there when he realized there was something warm running down his thighs. “Fuck, sorry dad, I’m pissin’ all o’er the floor.”

“Damn it boy, ya were just sittin’ on the toilet.”

“I fergot tah go though…besides, it smells real nice. Makin’ my little dicklet all hard,” he said, bucking a bit, “Wanna go watch some porn daddy? I’m…kinda awake now.”

“Fuckin’ pig–I’m tired as hell. Let’s go to bed.”

“But daddy, I’m so fuckin’ horny…can’t ya just fuck me a little?” Nate said, walked up to his daddy and started licking his pits, groping his daddy’s cock, but it wasn’t getting quite hard enough for a fuck.

“Look, I know what’ll settle ya down–why don’t I work mah fist up that ass a yers?”

“Fuck daddy, would ya?” Nate said, and got on the bed, wiggling his ass in Biff’s direction, “I sleep so good after ya ream me real hard.”

“Fuck son, yer everythin’ I coulda ever wanted in a boy,” Biff said, as he walked over and slipped two fingers in his hole.

“I love ya daddy–fist me real good, make my little dicklet shoot real nice.”

“Ya got it pig–ya know I’ll do anythin’ fer mah boy.”

Emptied Out (Part 6)

“Ya know, ya hurt my feelin’s boy, sayin’ ya didn’t like the smell a mah farts. Ya didn’t really mean that, did ya boy?”

“N-No daddy,” he muttered.

Biff threw an arm around his shoulders, and pulled Nate into his sweaty, musky pits. “Yeah boy, ya love how yer daddy smells. The smell ‘n taste a mah pits, my grungy belches blown in yer face, but ya love the smell of a good fart more ‘n anythin’ else–ya think they’re funnier than hell too, laughin’ every time ya fire one off. Can’t remember how many times I’ve caught ya on the toilet, jackin’ off tah the smell a yer own shit, snortin’ like a nasty piggy.”

Nate was listening, but was much more interested in Biff’s stinking pit. He dug into the sweaty hair, sucking it clean, lifted a leg and let out a long fart, giggling as he did, feeling the gas jiggle his fat ass.

“Yeah, yer a real dirty boy–nastier ‘n yer daddy. The funk rollin’ off a ya–hot damn, whenever I take ya outside, people get one sniff a ya ‘n run fer the hills. Ya love it though–wouldn’t ever think a showerin’, just like yer daddy.” He pushed Nathan away from him, and stood up, “Here boy, ya like this crack better, right? Daddy don’t wipe too good–can’t really reach, and neither can you. Still, we’ll take care a each other, right Nate? That’s what family’s for.”

Nate heaved himself forward and started chewing at the back of Biff’s whities, and all the skidmarks on the ass. Biff let loose with another fart right into his son’s face, and Nathan let off a long moan, feeling his mind begin to resurface as he laughed. “Fuck daddy, that was a real good one!”

“Felt a little wet boy. Git in there ‘n clean it out fer daddy like a good son should.”

He peeled down the back of Biff’s whities, spread his hairy ass with both hands, and caught a whiff from his incredibly ripe pits as he did. Damn he smelled good–not as good as daddy did, but Nathan had always had a special love for his daddy’s musk for as long as he could remember. He got into the crack and licked at it, cleaning it out and moaning, Biff firing off one fart after another right into his boy’s face, driving him into a sexual frenzy. “Fuck daddy, yer so fuckin’ sexy.”

“Ya wanna hump daddy’s ass boy?”

“Fuck yeah daddy, fuck!” Nathan said, and heaved himself up. He picked up his huge apron of fat and dropped it on the small of Biff’s back, and started grinding his cock against his daddy’s ass drooling and belching as he did, thinking about all the porn he’d watched, thinking about how hot it would be too fuck his daddy like the bears were doing on the screen. “Fuck daddy, can I stick my dick in yer ass like in a real porno daddy? I bet it’d feel real good.”

“No boy, just hump my crack–and keep those whities on. Blow another load fer daddy like a good boy.”

“But daddy, I…fuck, I wanna fuck ya,” Nathan moaned.

“No boy, I just wanna feel ya ruttin’ against my fat like a fuckin’ mutt–now hurry up ‘n cum.”

Nathan nodded, and kept humping. He threw up one of his arms, smelling his own musk, snorting it down, but it wasn’t until he let off a wet fart of his own, the stench filling his nose, that he lost it and came again, snorting and rutting for a moment, until he froze, eyes slack again, even more of Nathan disappearing into the grungy whities he had on.

“Now boy, ya should apologize fer wantin’ tah fuck me,” Biff said, “After all, we both know that little dicklet of yours is too small to git in anyone’s ass, right? Hell, ya can’t even reach it–good thing it’s so sensitive that ya can get it tah blow just by grindin’ it against yer fat gut in yer whities.”

“S-Sorry daddy, I just got so horny,” Nate said, swaying slightly.

“I know boy,” Biff said, heaving himself up, “But when ya get horny like that, what ya really want is fer yer daddy tah fuck yer ass, right boy? Ya love gettin’ fucked more ‘n pretty much anythin’. Ya gotta have somethin’ up yer ass all the time, or ya just don’t feel right. All day long, sitting here, bouncin’ on dildos, farting around them with that loose hole of yours, feelin’ yer fat jiggle against that inch long dick a yers until ya cum in yer whities, beggin’ me tah fuck ‘n fist ya. Ain’t that sound like what ya’d do boy?”

“Aww fuck yeah, daddy, fuck me with yer big dick.”

Biff pulled his boy into their bedroom, filled with dirty laundry and ashtrays on every surface, and shoved his obese son onto the bed, yanking down his whities. “Fuck boy, been so long since I been with anyone, n’ now I got mah very own pig tah fuck all day long. Ya’ll like that, won’t ya? Bein’ mah whoreson?” He got down and started eating out Nathan’s dirty crack. “Come on boy, gimmie a fart–Daddy loves the smell a yer gas, gets me hard as a rock every time.”

Nate bore down with a grunt, and let loose another fart, right in his daddy’s face, and listened to him moan, while he laughed. “Fuck daddy, that was a good one,” he said.

“Sure was boy, got yer daddy all hard ‘n horny fer yer nasty hole,” Biff said, running his dick along Nate’s spit slick crack, before sliding it into his son’s well practiced hole. Nate begged his daddy to fuck him harder and deeper, feeling the sweat dripping from Biff’s face onto his hairy back. Still, Nate loved every moment of it–because he loved getting fucked, especially by his daddy. He ground his puny cock against his gut, but he was exhausted after humping his daddy a second ago, and ended up just lying there, enjoying his daddy’s cock inside him. After a while, Biff came, filling him up, and Nathan pushed his way back, but there was so little room for him now–Nate seemed so much more…normal to him. Everything else just seemed so…wrong.

Emptied Out (Part 5)

Nate nodded dumbly, and Biff helped him out of the tub, and led him by the hand out into the living room, and sat him down on one side of the couch. Licking his lips and groping his own cock, which he still hadn’t shot today, though he’d soaked the front of his whities with plenty of precum already, watching his son change right in front of his eyes, he put on his favorite porno of two slobs cleaning off each other’s fat bodies, and let Nate watch for a bit, while he went into the kitchen and returned with two big bottles of soda and bags of snacks, which he sat by them both. “What ya love most of all, Nate, is the same thing Daddy loves–wastin’ yer whole day on this stinkin’ couch, watchin’ porn, ‘n edgin’ yer cock. Fuck boy, I been alone so damn long, dreamin’ ‘bout this day, thinkin’ ‘bout when I’d finally get a son a my own, and now we can do it together–ya love spendin’ the whole damn day edgin’ with daddy, right son?”

Nate nodded, and started groping himself again, staring at the screen. Biff stuck the cigarette back in his mouth, and he started digging into the snacks and drinking the soda as well, letting off belches as he did.

“Yeah, just a dumb ass boy, as dumb as your daddy. Can’t read, can’t really think ‘bout anythin’ important, but sure does love feelin’ good, ‘n this makes ya feel real good boy, endulgin’ like this, without a care in the whole world, just a horny, filthy pig,” Biff sat down with him, the couch sagging between them and making them roll together slightly, “A fat horny pig just like yer daddy.”

Nathan surfaced again, but slower this time. He could tell something was very wrong with his head, like someone had taken his brain and smoothed out some of it’s bumps and ridges. Still, watching porn was fun, and he had plenty of snacks to eat and fags to smoke–but he couldn’t help but feel like it was…wrong. He looked over at the computer, knowing he’d thought about something earlier, something about how to use it to get away, but getting up just seemed like so much work. Better to just sit here, and watch the two fat pigs rutting on the screen, like his daddy was doing. One movie ended, and Biff got up and started another one. There wasn’t a clock that he could see, and the windows were blocked out–Nathan had no idea what time it was, or how long they’d been here, groping himself in his daddy’s nasty underwear.

“Enjoyin’ yerself, Nate?”

Nathan didn’t know quite what to say, but after a moment, he nodded. He…was enjoying himself, he supposed. He liked sitting this close to his daddy, groping his cock, feeling their big bellies shifting against one another–even if his daddy kind of stank, and not in a good way. Still, this was wrong. He knew this was wrong. “D-Daddy? I don’t think we should be doing this…” he said, hesitantly, not quite sure how to put his reservations into words.

“What are ya talkin’ bout son? This is what we always do, ain’t it?”

He was right–but he could remember something else, he could remember himself this morning, dressed in pressed khakis and a button down shirt, excited to go home for the summer and to finally be away from his nasty housemate. He…knew that was right, somehow, even if it now felt so far away. “I…I want some more snacks, daddy,” he said, got up and waddled towards the kitchen, passing close to the computer along the way, but when he saw the keyboard, all of the letters swam around him–he had no idea what any of them even were. That…wasn’t surprising, though–he never learned to read, right? Daddy didn’t see any reason for a nasty boy like him to learn much of anything.

“Thought ya were gettin’ snacks, son,” Daddy said, his voice a bit cautious, seeing Nathan staring at the computer, thinking hard, “Why don’t you come on ‘n sit back down here, ya still got plenty tah eat ‘n drink.”

Nathan waddled back over, and sat down with a mighty belch, making his daddy laugh, and he chuckled too.

“Nice one son, but get a load a this,” Biff said, leaned away from Nathan and let loose a long, wet fart in his direction. The stench brought tears to his eyes, and he coughed, nearly dropping his cigarette.

“Fuck daddy, that’s nasty,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” Daddy said, leaning in close and digging his hand under Nathan’s huge gut to his cock. “Smellin’ mah farts always makes me so damn horny, boy. Fuckin’ kiss me, give me some a yer smoke.”

Nathan leaned in and they smoked each other out, one eye still on the porn playing on the TV, and Nathan didn’t feel like this was…so bad, really. He liked how his daddy rubbed his cock, and how it gave him two free hands to stuff his face, when he wasn’t breathing in Biff’s cigarette smoke. The front of the whities he had on were sticky and wet still from the other load he’d shot into them–not to mention how sweaty his gunt had become as well in the hot, stuffy apartment. He was humping into Biff’s hand now, feeling his gut shake around him, Biff using his free hand to tweak his boy’s nipples, watching him sweat and get closer to another orgasm. “That’s a good boy, gonna get ya so empty…”

Empty. He remembered Greg then, remembered himself, his old self, but it was too late to stop it–he came again, and felt himself fading away, falling back against the couch.