I always love a good cock shrink story, especially one about loss of all self-control and identity. Keep up the great work!

Thanks! I realized about halfway through writing this one that it’s basically a reversioning of my very first story, “Losing Control”, which I thought was kind of funny. It’s got another five parts this week–it was a long one, and the ending got a bit rushed, but I hope you enjoy the conclusion too!

Do you have any unwritten ideas or background settings about your “Letters from prison”? I hope I could know more details about “illicit activities” happend at Anderson Correctional Facility. My favorite character is Galloway, and I always wondering how he became the muscle freak who has to constantly eat extreme amount of foods! Shall I request a commission for it?

I did at one point have plans on doing a sequel focusing on what happened inside the prison during Leo’s stint in prison, but I never really had any hard plans for it. Well, actually now that I think about it again, it was a story planned for what happened when the special forces went in and tried to sort out the mess of the prison after Leo busted out, and discovered the mess Leo had made of the place. But that idea kind of petered out and turned into an entirely different plan, which revolved around a group of space marines sent to investigate a strange occurrence in a prison in orbit. The antagonist in that one was a character similar to Leo, but involved a lot more strange genetic/alien transformations. 

In any case, feel free to message me about a commission if you want! I’d be happy to chat about it.

What’s your fursona and what is he like?

His name is Wes. He is a big chubby skunk. He owns a sex shop full of magic items with transformative capabilities. He is…extremely raunchy, slobby, uncouth, and most people probably find him a bit obnoxious. He’s versatile, and gets off on convincing rather vanilla guys into sexual depravity they would have never imagined enjoying before. I don’t use him in stories very often at all, and I’ve never had artwork done of him–he usually pops up in commissions and gifts for friends of mine with fursonas of their own.

What’s the most common ask you get? What ask do you hate getting?

I get a lot of requests for stories and captions from people. I don’t hate getting them by any means, though it does always feel a bit…frustrating, because it amounts to people asking me for free writing. That said, there are always other blogs who do the whole ask/request stories, so they can always take those and give them to others who want to do them, but in my opinion, you should be willing to pay writers and artists for their work, without expecting personal work for free.

Use It or Lose It (Part 8)

“I said get up, you stupid pig!”

The janitor grabbed the front of Randal’s shirt and hauled him up from his chair. He was surprised by how strong the young man was–he could remember being that strong once, but now, he…he was so weak. Mr. Jones slapped him across the face, and the sting of it–fuck, he needed him. Needed his cock more than anything else now, there was no denying it. “Sorry–I…please just fuck me, please…” he moaned, ashamed at the simper in his voice, the desperation. The least he could do was not beg for it, but after he’d dropped his pants to the floor, the janitor teased him, sliding the spit-slick cock up and down his crack.

“What do you need–I wanna hear you say it pig.”

Don’t say it, don’t fucking say it, he thought to himself, but his mouth was already open, words spewing out and making his face burn red, “Please sir, please fuck my ass sir! Fuck me, make me moan, make me fucking cum! Show me what a real man fucks like, please, I need it so bad, sir…”

“Yeah, that’s what I like to fucking hear,” the janitor said, and slipped the head in, making Randal’s breath catch.

One hand started to reach for his own cock, but he kept it away–the janitor wouldn’t last for very long, not as horny as he was–if he could just outlast him and restrain himself, then he still had a chance. The rest of the shaft slid into Randal’s loose hole easily, and even if it was a bit smaller than his dildo, it felt so much…better than rubber. The heat inside him, the throbbing flesh, knowing that someone else was penetrating him, ruining him, owning him. His cock leaked a stream of precum onto the floor under his desk, but still he resisted, even as the janitor picked up the pace, his own breath starting to quicken.

“What’s the matter pig? You’re not stroking off–I thought you wanted to cum?” the janitor said, slowing down slightly.

“I just…just fuck me sir, that’s what I really need.”

“Now don’t get me wrong, faggot, I’m perfectly happy to fuck you, but I just don’t think you’re enjoying yourself properly. You’re too tense. Where’s the pig I saw yesterday? The squealer and moaner? He’s the one I want to fuck.”

“Quit talking and just fuck me already! Fill my fucking hole!” Randal was frustrated, and immediately he knew he’d reacted poorly…and the worst thing happened. The janitor pulled his cock out, and his entire body quaked with need. The only thing worse, apparently, than not getting fucked, was a fuck denied.

“Well if that’s the attitude you’re going to give me, I think I’ll fucking pass.”

“No! Wait! I’m sorry, don’t go, I…I want it…” What was he saying, he asked himself. This is what had to happen–this would keep him from cumming! Just let him go, he told himself, but his body couldn’t bear it. “I need it, I’m sorry, please, I’m just…just a dumb faggot, please don’t leave…”

The man slipped the head back in, and Randal thanked him. “Jack that cock–show me you’re enjoying this. I wanna fuck that horny pig, not a fucking statue.”

Maybe it wouldn’t count, he told himself as he stroked his cock, moaning and grunting and begging Mr. Jones to fuck him harder and deeper, losing himself to the pleasure of the moment. He wasn’t…really masturbating, right? This was sex! He was with someone else, so maybe…maybe it wouldn’t count. It was the only hope he had left, because he could feel it building in his balls. The janitor came, filling his ass with his seed, and with a loud moan Randal started unloading another massive load all over the floor under the desk, and while he felt a bit dizzy…maybe things hadn’t gotten worse after all. Maybe he’d tricked it.

Mr. Jones pulled his cock out, and Randal stood up straight, reached down to pull up his pants…but they weren’t the pants he’d put on this morning. The shirt was wrong too. The dark blue uniform he had on now–it was the uniform the janitors at the school wore. Stomach knotted, already feeling the new reality seeping into his mind, he turned around and faced the new Mr. Jones–the young, athletic health teacher and wrestling coach, pushing his thick cock into the front of his khakis and carefully tucking in his polo. “Well pig? Don’t you have some cleaning to do now? That is your job, right?”

It was now, but it didn’t have to be. He could still fight this, he could, but his body crawled under the desk and sucked his cum up from the carpet–but not because he’d been told to, he thought. He was doing it because he wanted to, because no cum should be wasted, ever! That would teach the cocky fuck. Five minutes later, he was back to his cart, getting ready to clean the rest of the offices while Mr. Jones packed up the rest of his supplies and left, taking the remnants of Randal’s life with him. Along the way, at his old desk, he found a note:

“Down to five now–halfway gone. It’s probably best we limit your interaction with children, considering your preoccupations. Certainly the old you would have agreed. You should probably just accept this, you know, it’s only going to get much worse from here.”

He crushed it and threw it in his bin, angry…but maybe the note was right. Still, he could worry about that later–he still had hours of cleaning left to do, but in less than an hour, he needed to cum again…and he didn’t dare resist it. He didn’t have the strength, not right now, but without his dildo, he’d have to improvise. The handle of the toilet brush wasn’t…perfect, but it proved to be good enough.