The Hypnoslaver

The hypnotist walked through the house, having just finished breakfast, and he figured it was time to check up on each of his slaves in training, to see how they were doing today, and direct their morning training. He decided to start off with his cub, in the first room on the left. The three men had already been trained to wake at exactly six in the morning, and it was now a quarter after. He knocked, and then stepped in, finding Rick just about done getting dressed. The hypnotist had already convinced him that wearing anything other than leather and rubber was physically painful, and so when he stepped in, he found the young bear in his leather harness, pulling on some tight leather pants, but as soon as he saw the hypnotist, he fell to his knees, his head bowed, though the hypnotist could see he was still resisting his compulsions more than he would have liked.

“Good morning cub, how are you doing this morning?”

“I’m well…sir,” Rick said, fighting with the last word, but it slipped out anyway.

“Feeling a bit resistant this morning, I sense?”

“I’m…I’m not going to, I’m going to get out of here, I will, just you fucking…fucking wait…sir…” Rick sputtered, and he tried to get up from where he was kneeling, but couldn’t.

“It seems like the head says no, but the body says yes,” the hypnotist said, “Hmmm…well that’s too bad–I know how you get when you don’t have your morning cum, the withdrawal is just awful. But since you’re obviously not in the mood, I suppose I’ll leave you to stew for a bit.”

“No!” Rick shouted, “No–no, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t please, no I need it, don’t leave, sir.”

The hypnotist sized him up, the fear in his eyes delightful. The cum addiction was well in place at least–if he didn’t swallow at least three loads a day, Rick could barely function. For him, quitting cum was akin to quitting heroin. But still, the cub needed to be taught some sort of lesson for his insubordination. “Leathercub, sleep,” he said, and Rick’s eyes went blank, his body going a bit limp, but he remained on his knees. “Slave, can you hear me?”

“Yes sir, what do you desire, sir?”

“Rick is acting up again, isn’t he?”

“Yes sir, he is angry today, sir. He’s scared, because he’s losing the desire to fight back. He’s starting to like being here–he’s starting to like being your leathercub, sir.”

“I see…well, I suppose we’ll have to punish Rick for his disobedience, won’t we?”

“If that is what you wish, sir.”

“Alright. From now to the time I release you, whenever Rick tries to resist you, I give you leave to whip him into shape–literally. Ten lashes across the back, but instead of pain, both of you will instead feel the strikes as intense, sexual pleasure, and on the tenth lash, you will cum spontaneously, understand?”

“Yes sir, I understand and obey.”

“Good. Leathercub, awake.”

Rick shook his head, a bit dazed, and refocused on the hypnotist above him, and he said, “Very well Rick, I will give you my cum, if you lick my boots clean first.

“No, no I’m…” Rick said, but as soon as he did, he stood up, walked over to the wall where the whip hung, knelt back down and started raining blows on his back, but instead of screaming, each lash brought out moans and groans of pleasure, until on the tenth blow, he came forcefully all over the floor, panting, his back aching, and unable to stop himself, Rick got down and licked up the cum as he had been trained. It took two more series of lashings before Rick relented, and licked the hypnotist’s boots clean, and by then, the master was so turned on by Rick’s self-abuse that he came in less than a minute.

“Very good slave, though you’re a bit slow. Spend the morning thinking about your enslavement, and how much pleasure it gives you to submit to me.”

“Yes…sir…” Rick said, and the hypnotist left, checking the clock. It was now almost seven–he was behind schedule. Hugo, or rather, Helen, would be best to check in on next, he decided, and stopped at her door, giving a knock as usual, before stepping in. The room was frilly and pink, decorated for a girl, but Hugo was on the bed, crying his eyes out, and when he saw the hypnotist enter, he let out a girlish cry, and backed up in fear. “Please no more, sir…please, I can’t take it. I don’t want to be a girl, I don’t! I don’t!”

The hypnotist sighed–still no progress. He’d been doing well with Hugo, but a few days ago he came across a mental block of some kind that he just hadn’t been able to work around. It was going to take some work this one, but he knew he was close. “Sleep, Helen,” he said, and Hugo stopped crying, and went limp. “Are you there Helen? Tell me, what’s the matter with Hugo?”

“Hello sir,” a girlish voice said, “Hugo’s scared, sir.”

“Well I know that Helen, but what is he scared of? Is it me? You couldn’t tell me last time, but you said you’d talk to him about it.”

Hugo shook his head, “No, he’s not scared of you, he scared of…of his dad, I think. Of what his dad would think of him. He’s scared of being a disappointment.”

Hugo had kind of expected it to be a family matter, and he had an idea he wanted to try out, that might help. “Alright Helen, here’s what I want you to do. I want you and Hugo to go to sleep now, as I count backwards from five. Five…you’re feeling very tired…four…you’re drifting off now, you’re losing grip on the world…three…you’re asleep now, but falling deeper…two…so deep now, and you can feel yourself entering a dream…one…you’re deeply asleep, but dreaming, and you’re lying awake in Hugo’s bed, alright?”

“Yes…sir…” Hugo muttered.

“Now, here’s what I want you to dream. I want you to dream that Hugo’s father comes into his room, and admits to him that he never wanted a son–but that he wanted a daughter. And as he admits that, Hugo finds himself changing, becoming more womanly, and he starts making love to his father, sucking his cock, and then begging his father to fuck him like a slut, and when his father cums, you will cum in real life as well, and then I want you to dream the same thing all over again. This dream is going to feel so real, that when he wakes up, it will feel like it had actually happened to him in real life, understand?”

“Yes…sir…” Hugo muttered again, and then said, “Dad…what?…Really? Oh…oh daddy…”

The hypnotist watched Hugo start grinding his cock into the pink sheets of his bed. The dream probably wouldn’t be enough, but it would help break down the wall. The hypnotist didn’t think Hugo would be able to get past it this way though, and sighing, he figured he would probably have to make Hugo believe that the hypnotist was actually his father. Not that he minded–it was just more work than he’d really wanted to do. For now though, he could dream for the rest of the day–and he could go check up on Gary. First though, he had to go get the equipment that had arrived the day before–some new workout equipment for his muscleslut.

He went downstairs, returning with a large box which he carted down the hall to Gary’s room, gave a knock, and stepped inside, bringing to box with him. The smell of sweat and musk was already heavy in the room, as Gary pressed his weights. Of all three, he was the easiest to deal with, actually–he barely resisted his workouts anymore, and the vanity and mental drain was taking hold rather well. He let Gary work a bit longer, the hypnotist admiring his smooth body. He was happy he’d decided to take the tanning slowly–he was developing a nice, bronze color, but didn’t look fake at all, and with all the hair permanently removed from his body, he looked like a statue, almost.

“Gary, take a break–I have a gift for you.”

Gary finished his set first, the hypnotist waiting patiently, and then he hefted himself up off the bench and lumbered over, a stupid grin spread across his face, “Mornin’ sir–How’s you today?”

“I’m good Gary. I have a new piece of equipment for you that I think you’re going to love.”

Gary grinned wider, and the hypnotist watched him open the box and pull out a low step, on which a massive dildo had been attached, big as a man’s forearm, and Gary just blinked at it. “What I supposed to do with it…sir?”

“It’s for when you do squats, Gary. Here, set it on the ground, and I’ll help you with it.” Gary put it down, and the hypnotist lubed up the dildo, before walking Gary through the exercise, how he needed to squat down and take as much of the dildo as he could, before standing back up, and that was a single rep. It didn’t take long for Gary to get used to the rhythm, and he was happily squatting up and down on the massive dildo, a big grin plastered across his face, his four inch cock rock hard from the stimulation, but Gary didn’t even notice. He’d completely forgotten that he had a cock–all he cared about now was getting bigger, and pleasing his master, though feeling the dildo ram into his prostate over and over did feel good, and with a grunt, his cock spurted a load of cum out onto the floor, and satisfied, the hypnotist left him to the rest of his workout. It was going to be a lot of work still, but by the end of the year he was going to have three wonderful hypnoslaves in tip top shape for the convention. The other hypnomasters were going to be so jealous! He couldn’t wait.

Now, I don’t take a boy from every show I do, certainly not. I would have hundreds! What a burden. No, I’ve taken twenty-seven in total, though I don’t have them all still with me. Some I’ve released, with or without memory of the time spent under my control. A few I’ve been convinced to part with, usually for large sums of cash, but three at once? Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything.

Oh, I know I’ll have my hands full, training three at the same time, but I never back down from a challenge. Still, I’m trying to settle on their specialties…Rick, in the middle, is the easiest–won’t he just be the cutest cub? I’ll have him hanging off my arm at all the bear runs for the next few years, at least until he gets a bit older and starts balding–I’ll train him for other duties then, maybe…a smoker. Yes, I think he’ll look dashing with pipes and cigars stuck in him at all times, don’t you?

That leaves Gary and Hugo. Hugo, on the right–tiny cock, hairless body. He’s going to be a sissy. Women’s panties, shaved head to toe, maybe I’ll even make him forget he has a cock–just a big pussy where his ass should be, I’ll rent him out like the little whore he’s meant to be! And Gary, goodness, maybe I’ll go somewhere radical–I think I’ll bulk him up. Natural, of course, no steroids, just good old fashioned hypnosis. It’ll be a long journey, but I bet I can make a pretty penny off him once he’s 250 pounds of pure muscle.

Source: shavedcocklover

While Jack and Phil might have thought that their camping trip with Aaron was a chance to relax and unwind, they didn’t know that their old friend had some…ulterior motives in store for them both. It started that first night when Aaron, an amateur forager, brought some berries back to camp and said they were a tart snack, but as soon as Jack and Phil had tried some the strangest thing happened. It was like time…skipped forward for both of them, and the next thing they knew it was hours later–already into early evening, and things just got stranger from there.

When Aaron saw that they had come around, he pulled his cock out of his camo pants and said to Phil, “Hey faggot, help me out with this,” and before Phil could question it, he was down on his knees, sucking off his friend like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jack, on the other hand, was appalled, and tried to talk some sense into his friends, but Aaron had other ideas. “Jack, shut the fuck up. Finger your asshole and jack off while you watch this faggot suck my dick, and regret that it isn’t you sucking me off, bitch.”

Jack, like Phil, was quick to obey, and as he tried to formulate some kind of escape, Aaron let them both know that he’d had this planned from the start. The berries were a native plant which at the right ripeness, exuded a powerful hypnotic agent which rendered the consumer extremely susceptible to suggestion, and he kept his friends on a solid diet for the rest of the weekend.

Each time Phil and Jack came to, something else had changed about them and their behavior. Phil found himself unable to concentrate unless he was sucking on something–preferably a cock, but he would settle for his thumb, though he had a bad habit of pissing his pants whenever he did that. Still, he found he liked it when that happened, and he was happily diapered and working as Aaron’s urinal by the time they left. Phil on the other hand had to have something up his ass all the time, and the only materials he could bear to have touching his skin were leather and rubber. Worse, whenever he was horny–which was almost all the time now–he had a habit of snorting and grunting like a pig while he jacked off uncontrollably.

They loved Aaron though–Aaron was their master–their God, and they would stay by his side for the rest of their lives.

Source: artistbear

I was always a breast man—I admit it. And a bit of a chubby chaser. A woman with curves could get me going like no other, I swear. When I started chatting with her, and she started sending me her pics—oh my god, I would have done anything for her. I suppose I should have found it odd, how I never remembered our conversations in detail—only that I wanted to talk to her more than anything. Still, it was months before she finally relented and sent me a face pic—and my jaw dropped.

It wasn’t a she at all—but a he. I was angry, confused, betrayed—but there was nothing I could do by that point. I came crawling back, desperate for more pictures—he made me apologize, and promise to never desert him again—I had to say yes, I had to.

Still, he wasn’t done with me—every month, it was new pictures, new training. One month focused on his gut, and how much I wanted him to crush me beneath it. One month on his ass, and how I’d worship and clean it. One month on his nub of a cock, and how I’d happily suck it whenever he told me to. One month on how I was an encourager, and would do anything to make him bigger.

I’m his little house pet now, I suppose. I do anything he wants, and I love him—all 500 pounds of him. He had me sell all my possessions and move out to live with him, and now, any separation is physically painful. I’m a slave to his fat now, and will be for the rest of our lives.

Dr. Hendricks’ methods were strange, but Rick couldn’t deny that he was more relaxed than he’d ever been in his life. He’d been skeptical about hypnosis at first, but after the first session many of his concerns evaporated, though Hendricks could tell that the stress in Rick’s life needed drastic reduction.

Next came the pills–so many pills. Hendricks was vague about what each one did, and Rick noticed quite a few strange side effects as the weeks passed. He put on weight, for one, and he noticed that his cock and balls were shrinking, but he was calmer, and maybe even a little…more submissive?

Hendricks still wasn’t satisfied–Rick was the most anal-retentive subject he’d ever seen, and the anal exercises helped alleviate that, but he deemed that full castration was the only real option. Rick had resisted, at first, but why would the doctor lead him astray? And now, whenever the doctor licked his smooth crotch, ramming ever larger dildos into his pussy, Rick knew he’d made the right decision.

Source: bearsandbbwlover

Ah, another satisfying conversation with Gareth on the CB. I haven’t spoken to him for a while–apparently his travels haven’t brought him through my neck of the woods lately, but as soon as he can, he dials into my frequency, begging me to let him shower. It’s been weeks, he tells me, but his fear of water just gets worse. He reeks, he says, but I console him. Surely he must enjoy it, I tell him.

He eventually admits that he does, and soon I have him sniffing his pits and jacking off on the road. He begs me to stop, to let him go, but then he’s back to his usual piggy self. Still, it was a bit unfair for him to never get a shower.

He tried not to listen when I told him to piss himself, when I told him that the only kind of showers he really wants anyway are golden ones from biker gangs and other dirty truckers like himself. He fought for a little, but then he did it–pissed his pants on the road, and came right after. I talked him into two more orgasms before he slipped out of range again, but he’s gonna be plenty soaked from here on out. Dang, I should’ve had him swing by my place–now I have a hard-on and it ain’t gonna suck itself. Oh hold on, there’s Clyde. That pig’ll do anything for a cock in his cunt–I’ll meet him out at Indian Crest and give him a good fucking instead, and maybe ram my fist up there for good measure.

When most people find out that the water company is going to be tearing their street up for the next two weeks, they’re probably pissed off. Granted, it’s been loud while they work but man, the eye candy! I love a guy in work gear, getting dusty and dirty. Still, none of the guys were really as filthy as I like, so, being the nice neighbor, I’ve been offering them a special lunch each day.

I hear the project has been extended another week because the men keep taking extremely long lunches, and there’s been complaints about their collective hygiene. One of my neighbors even caught them having sex in her backyard–that was hilarious. I’ve definitely found my favorite though, and he’s getting some special treatment. Gareth just goes under so easy–I think he likes it. I’m gonna push him and see how far he’ll go. By the end of the week, he’s gonna be pissing and shitting himself as he’s working, not even noticing until someone else points it out to him. Sure, he’ll feel humiliated, but love the stench too much to even clean himself up. By the end of the week, he’ll be happily incontinent for life.

Ha, gullible fucks. So many guys out there want to be hypnotized, you wouldn’t fucking believe it. They just want some guy to tell them what to do, and be unable to resist their commands. Well, sure, none of them know that it’s me–you have no idea how many personas I have online. There’s the personal trainer, who promises to help with your workouts, the leather god, the muscle bear. No one really wants to obey a guy like me, or so they think.

They all eventually ask to meet me in real life, I make sure of that. Man, the look on their faces when they discover the man behind the screen is as far from their fantasies as can be, not that they can resist serving me, by then. That’s when I really fuck with their heads, man, they leave those meetings so warped you wouldn’t believe it. Maybe I make them impotent, maybe they feel compelled to show off their bodies, it all depends on my mood. And naturally they all empty their bank accounts for me. Yeah, it’s damn good to be a hypnomaster, what do you say, slave?

The Boys (Part 2)

***WARNING–Contains scat. Don’t like it? Not my responsibility.***

“Yeah Daddy, you look so hot with that beard, sucking my cock. You like it, don’t you? Do you like sucking your boy’s cock?”
“Oh yeah,” Jim moaned, running the shaft through his beard, “I like it a lot boy. I love your cock in my mouth,” he said, and then went back to taking the long dick as far into his throat as he could.
Damn, you two are fucking hot,” Gus said when he came back in, carrying a fifth of whisky in his hand, “Give it a rest for a moment. Our daddy has a bit of growing up to do,” he screwed off the cap, and handed it to Jim, who looked at it, puzzled.
“Go on,” Billy said, “Every daddy likes whisky. It’ll put some hair on your chest, too.”
Jim took a tentative taste—he had never had straight liquor before, and even though it burned, it didn’t taste half bad. He took a few more shots, and he felt the burning feeling begin to radiate, and make him itch. Before his eyes, a thick mat of hair began erupting all over his body, obscuring his chest in a forest of brown hair. Even his arms, all the way to his knuckles, were hairy. Then, he watched as some of the hairs began to lighten to white, as he felt some of his youthful strength and vigor ebb away. His hair receded from the front, leaving him with a long, horseshoe of mostly white hair, and a thick white beard with a few strands of dark blonde. Gus took the half empty bottle away, and Jim listed a bit, already feeling the high grade alcohol rush into his system. “That’s…that’s some good shit,” he slurred a little, and then went back to sucking on Billy’s cock.
“Dang Gus, you were right. He did shape up into a good looking daddy,” Billy said.
“Yeah, but he ain’t done yet. Not by quite a bit. He might look like a daddy, but he don’t really act like one yet. He’s too smart, for one thing.”
Jim pulled his mouth off of Billy’s cock and said, “What do you mean, ‘too smart’?”
“Well, any good daddy didn’t go to a fancy college or nothing. Hell, the best daddies dropped out before they got into high school! You do want to be a good daddy, don’t ya?”
“Of course, boy.”
Gus pushed Billy to the side, and sat down next to Jim. “Then here’s what ya have to do. First look at the fire. You remember the fire, don’t ya? How calming it is?”
“Yeah, real calming.” Jim droned, as he fell back into his deep trance, assisted by the earlier alcohol.
“Then here’s what ya have to do. I want you to pretend that you are holding a stack of photographs. All of them are from your life. The one on top shows you graduating from college, doesn’t it?”
“Ya. I see my mom and dad are there, cheering me as I walked across the stage.”
“That’s what’s on the picture sure, but that didn’t really happen, did it?”
“It didn’t?”
“How could it? You’re our daddy, and our daddy never went to college.”
“But—“
“No buts. It isn’t a real memory, is it?”
“I…I guess not.”
“Then throw it on the fire, and forget all about it.”
Jim mimed throwing a piece of paper onto the flames, and then Gus said, “So, daddy, did you graduate from college?”
“Of course not, boy.”
“I didn’t think so. The next few pictures are from college too, aren’t they? But that didn’t happen either. You might as well throw the next few on the fire as well.”
Jim pretended to throw a few more things on the fire, and then said, “Ok, they’re all gone.”
“Then the next pictures are all from high school, aren’t they? But those didn’t happen either. With each one, you can see all of those false memories from school, but they aren’t real. You should burn them and forget them.”
One by one, Jim threw the pictures onto the fire, erasing them from his past. And when he was done, part of him felt empty and gone. “What now?”
“Now, we fill in what really happened,” Gus said, “Now you have a new set of pictures. These are all ones that really happened. In the first one, you can see yourself in grade school, failing the third grade for the second time.”
“Wow, was I that dumb?”
“You were that dumb, and you still are, aren’t you?”
“Am I?”
“Well, you didn’t go to high school, or to college. You must be pretty dumb then.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“The next one shows you in the fifth grade, trying to read from a book, but you can’t, because you never learned how.”
“I never learned to read? At all?”
“Nope. You can write your name, but that’s it.”
Jim looked sad, but Billy piped in, “Don’t worry daddy, you don’t have to read here. We can’t read either! Well, I can’t, but Gus can.”
“And the next picture shows you skipping class in the seventh grade so you could go suck dick at the local glory hole.”
“Now wait…I didn’t really do that.”
“Sure ya did, all the time. You thought dick was much better than school.”
“But I liked school.”
“No you didn’t. You hated to learn things. I mean, you can’t even add!”
“I can too!” Jim yelled, and Gus grinned.
“Alright, prove it. What’s two plus three?”
“Uh…” Jim said, but for the life of him, he couldn’t come up with an answer. He looked down at his fingers, and held up two on one hand, and three on the other. “It’s uh…five?”
Gus looked impressed, “Well done, but here’s a hard one. What’s five plus seven?”
Jim looked back down at his fingers, but it was impossible. He couldn’t get that many fingers on his hands, all he could get was ten. “Uh…ten?”
“Nope, twelve.”
“But ten is all the fingers I got.”
“Don’t worry about it daddy. Now do you see why you were sucking cocks? Sucking cocks is what you’re good at.”
“I am good at it.”
“See? That’s why you’re going to be a great daddy.”
Jim beamed. He may not be smart, but he had the two best boys in the whole world. “Thanks boy. Now, can I suck your cock some more?”
“Soon, but there’s a few more things you have to do to be a good daddy for us.”
“What?” Jim asked.
“Well, we like our daddies to be dirty.”
“Oh yeah,” Billy chimed it, “Dirty like us!”
“Yeah, you have to like being dirty too.”
“But…how am I supposed to like it?”
“Here,” Gus said, “I’ll show you daddy. First, ya gotta stand up.”
It took some effort, but eventually Jim managed to hoist himself off of the couch so that he was standing before Gus. He was surprised at how weak he suddenly felt, and realized that he was shorter than he had been. Where he had been several inches taller than both boys earlier, he now stood at eye level with their chins. “Ok, now what?”
“Now, smell,” Gus said, and lifted his arm up, revealing his damp, sweaty pit. Jim took a sniff, but the rank scent overwhelmed him before he got too close.
“Damn boy, you reek!” Jim said, but Gus just grabbed the back of his head, and thrust his face into the smell.
“You may not like it at first, but it’ll grow on ya,” Gus said, as Jim struggled, but the more he breathed, the more he liked it. Soon, he extended his tongue and took a lick, and then began licking it whole heartedly, moaning as he did, “Damn boy, you were right. This is nice.”
He then moved to the other side, and licked that one clean too, and then did the same for Billy’s. When he was finished, he picked a hair out of his mouth, and then Gus and Billy each took a side, and lifted up one of his arms. “Now, it’s your turn,” Gus said, and then they both began slurping up and down Jim’s pits. A moment later, they surfaced, and Gus said, “Now you have some nice daddy pits. Smell those fuckers.”
Jim leaned in close, and took a deep whiff of the sweaty fuck coming off of them, and sighed, “Damn boys, you did a nice job on those.”
“ We ain’t done yet. Now get on our knees, daddy.”
Again, it was a bit of a struggle, but Jim made it down alright. As soon as he was down. Gus and Billy both took their cocks and started pissing on him. At first, Jim was disgusted, but soon he was trying to get as much of the golden liquid down his throat as he could, but the boys kept moving their streams, soaking every inch of his body. Without realizing it, Jim even began to empty his own load of piss right into his overalls. Eventually, their streams slowed to a trickle, and amazingly, Jim realized that he was nearly dry a few moments later. However, that is not to say he was without changes. His hair and beard were now tangled and knotted, as though they hadn’t seen a comb in ages, and his mouth now tasted like he had been sucking on a jockstrap. He also ran his tongue around in his mouth, and found that half the teeth in them had just dissolved away, and the rest all hurt like they were partially rotten. The rest of him smelt to high heaven, though the worst still came from his armpits, and what had been a fairly clean set of overalls were now ragged and filthy, with many holes. One of the straps had broken entirely, and one of the knees was ripped clean through.
“Now, you’re a good looking daddy,” Gus said, and Billy beamed.
“Fuck that,” Jim said, “I don’t want to be a good looking daddy, I want to be the hottest daddy there ever was! Make me dirtier.”
Gus laughed, “Now daddy, there ain’t no need—“
“I said, make me dirtier boy!” Jim yelled, and Gus shrugged.
“Well, since you’re asking for it,” Gus said, “We can make it so.” Gus stripped out of his overalls, and then bent over the arm of the couch, pushing his ass towards Jim, “Eat it out, if you want to be a fucking pig about it,”
Jim got down on his knees, and immediately dug into his boy’s ass, eating up all of the lose specks of shit he could find. Before long, it was perfectly spotless, and Jim sat back, a good part of his beard brown. Gus turned around, and pushed Jim back, until he was lying on the floor.
“You want to be the dirtiest fucking daddy there is? Fine. Here it comes then,” Gus said, and then squatted over Jims face, and let lose a spray of shit all over him. He moved down and repeated the process, until Jim was covered from head to toe in brown muck, which dried almost immediately, leaving him with shit caked up and down his body, and an insatiable hunger for ass.
He hadn’t seen Billy return from the kitchen with a plate, nor did he see him squat over it in the corner. But when Billy handed him the plate, piled high with several fat logs, he devoured them one by one, and then licked the plate clean.
“Only one more thing, I think,” Gus said, “If you really want to be as dirty as you can be,”
Jim nodded, “Hell ya boy, lay it on me.”
“Then stand up, and bend over.”
Jim did as he was told, bending over the arm of the couch as Gus had done. Gus ripped open the seat of Jim’s overalls, and then said, “Ok? Here it comes,” and then pushed his fist up into Jim’s ass.
Jim yelled in pain as he felt his sphincters loosen, and a moment later, when Gus pulled his hand out, He found that he couldn’t retighten them, and he felt a turd just makes its way out of his hole and, instinctively, he clamped down on it with his ass, mushing it between them. “Damn boy, what the fuck did you just do?”
“I made you a pants-shitter, daddy. The dirtiest of them all.”
“Well…fuck,” Jim said, as he felt another turd escape out his ass, though it just got caught in the mess the last one made, leaving his ass covered in shit. “Well, aren’t ya gonna clean it up, or something?”
Gus laughed, “No, you asked for it. But don’t you like how it feels, daddy? The warm shit in your crack, doesn’t it feel good?”
Just as suddenly, Jim felt his dick release a spray of urine, soaking the underside of his gut, and running down the insides of his legs. “Oh Jesus Christ, what have I become? Who am I?”
“Hush now,” Billy said, “You’re our daddy, that’s all you need to know.”
“No. No, I was someone else. Who was I? What did you do to me?” Jim said, slowly backing away from the two of them. However, before he could get very far, the two of them sprang on him, and dragged him back in front of the fire, where he closed his eyes tight, to avoid looking at the burning flames. However, Billy pulled his eyes open, and as soon as he caught sight of the dancing reds and oranges, Jim’s mouth went slack, and he forgot what had been so urgent only moments ago.
“Now daddy, what are you still hiding from me?”
“I don’t want to be a dirty hick,” Jim said, and it was true, but Gus just shook his head.
“But you asked to be our daddy. You asked to be dirty. This is what you wanted.”
“It was?”
“Of course it was. I wouldn’t do anything to you that you didn’t want.”
“But, then why do I still hate this?”
“Let’s do this daddy. Why don’t you take that part of you that hates being our daddy, and put it in your hands, and now wad it up.”
Jim did as he was told, and when he looked down at his hands, he saw a collection of things that he all seemed to remember, but not very clearly. They looked important.
“Now throw them in the fire,” Gus said, but Jim didn’t move, “Throw them!” he said again, and, almost as though it was a reflex, Jim threw it into the fire, and felt part of him scream and die, and a second later, he shit himself again, this time thrilled at the fact that he couldn’t stop it if he wanted to.
“Feel better daddy?” Billy asked.
“Sure as fuck do boys, now how about you give your daddy’s shitty ass a good fuck?”

“I find that there are much better ways to encourage my clients to commit to their personal training with me. Now, the only clients I take are straight men, but the first hypnotherapy sessions embed them with two very specific rules for the program. First, that they must obey the orders of anyone with a lower body fat percentage than them, and second, to make things more interesting, I make it so they can’t perform, so to speak, with women until they reach their target weight.

It turns out when you’re compelled to suck the cocks of all the jocks I train, that is some strong encouragement for those fatsos to loose weight. A few of them though–man, something happens in their heads. They reach a point where they’d rather suck cock than loose weight, and they just balloon into tubs of lard, and the bigger they get, the more submissive they become. I’ve had to take a few on as personal slaves, just because they wouldn’t stop begging for me to fuck their big asses in the locker room. Still, fat boys sure do know how to suck cock–I’m not complaining.