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It was their first family portrait, Mark and Brian, the two daddies with their new beardslave, Joey. Their last beardslave, in a moment of resistance, had managed to get a hold of some sheers and cut away enough of his facial hair to gain back some semblance of free will, and had run off on them. Joey though–they could both tell he would be with them for a long time. They had been courting him for a while, through a community dedicated to bearded men. Joey had confessed that he’d always wanted a big bushy beard like Mark and Brian, but his genetics weren’t on his side, but Mark and Brian knew how to fix that.

He had been scared at first, they always were after the abduction, but once the daddies applied their special beard growth formula, he settled down. His beard was lush and full only three days later, and already he was wonderfully compliant. In a few more months, when his beard was long enough to reach his belly button, he wouldn’t have a single thought of his own ever again, a complete thrall to his ever growing beard.

Andy hadn’t planned on drinking tonight, but after getting his first beer free for buying a room at the inn, he hadn’t turned it down. But a few drinks later, he was feeling pretty strange. His shirt wasn’t fitting right, and he’d had to unbuckle his belt and undo his top button, which had been cutting into his stomach. He was also really itchy, but he figured it was just the Southern heat.

The rest of the patrons though–the bears eyeing the fresh meat–they knew the score. They could see the mutton chops developing into a nice full beard, the bulging, furry gut, the cigarette many hoped would morph into a cigar before too long. Some were restless, but they could wait. Wait until he was good and drunk, well into his change, before bending him over the stained pool table and having their way with his ass one after the other, and by the morning, he’d be begging them for more. No, for Andy, the road trip was over–he was about to become a permanent whorecub for the regulars at the Big Bear Inn.

It was working–the collar was really working! In the mirror, Gregory could see years melting off his body, fat and gray hair falling away. He watched muscle fill in, and he grabbed and tugged at his nips, his smooth cock hardening, and he suddenly wanted to dance. 

Oh god, was it happening already? He had hoped to have his mind for a while longer, but it was becoming harder and harder to think about anything other than grinding up on a pole, desperate to feel men’s lustful eyes upon him. That was the deal though–eternal youth, but he would spend it as an empty headed stripper in one of the Organization’s many lucrative night clubs. It had seemed like the chance of a lifetime when Gregory had been 82 and suffering through cancer–but now, well, now Gregory was gone.

“Come on GiGi, get your G-string on,” the handler said, hooking a lead to “We have some clients who have already reserved you for a private showing.”

“GiGi dance! GiGi dance good!” the muscle slave said, as he pulled on the skimpy garment and sashayed out of the room, his hips forever grinding to an invisible, pounding beat.

“Dang, and you’re uncut too, you really would be great. A lot of my clients love roughnecks like you, and once you’re all trained and bound up in leather, you’ll be one hot piece of faggot meat. Go on, take another drag off that cigarette, and think about how much you love feeling my big, masterly hand on your cock. 

Yeah, you never really enjoyed all of this manual labor, did you? Sure, you’ve been doing it to get by, and you love being told what to do, but think of all the other opportunities out there. Why, six months in my program, and we’ll have you in the best shape of your life, you’ll be able to take a ten inch cock down your throat or up your ass with no resistance–you’ll be a star! The perfect whore.

Oh? You’re interested? Well come up to my office then–I have all the papers you need to sign, and I’ll even let you suck my cock to seal the deal. Don’t worry, it’ll be the best decision ever made for you, I promise.

Source: trigafilms