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Here at Fetish Obsessions, we specialize in sexual perversion training. I know that you probably think that you’re alone in your predicament. You find a man you love, the romantic chemistry is fantastic, but the sex is lackluster. He just isn’t into the same things you are, and has no real interest in experimentation. Well, we are happy to take care of that experimentation for him. We guarantee that after a full training, your partner will not only be interested in your fetish of choice–they’ll be obsessed with it.

Here, for example, is our rubber room. Subjects are immobilized in vacuum sealed rubber, and teased for periods of days to months, depending upon the level of obsession desired by their partners. See, our goal isn’t to destroy monogamy–we want to enhance it. In this day in age, why shouldn’t the love of your life be the sex of your life as well? Now, are there any facilities you’d be interested in touring? Oh, don’t be shy…trust me, I’ve heard them all.

Oh? Diaper play? One of my personal favorites. Let me show you to the nursery–I’m sure it will be everything you’re looking for and more.

This had to have been the craziest morph program Jeremy had ever seen. Not only had it automatically scanned him into the program somehow, it seemed like there was no limit to what the program could change. He was looking at an image very different from what he was used to–the older, chubby daddy bear he’d always dreamed of being, and decided that he was finished, and hit the render button. 

The program locked down down for a moment, and then nothing. No change, no new image. He grumbled a bit, surprising himself with the deepness of his voice, and rushed over to the mirror, and gasped in shock. It was definitely a morph program, just not what he’d expected. In a panic, he rushed over to his computer, hitting some keys by accident, and saw a new message as the computer locked down again. 

“‘Clone brush activated’, what the hell?” he said.

“Well how about that,” an identical voice said behind him, and he turned around to see two duplicates of himself had materialized out of nowhere. He’d always been a bit curious what it would be like to fuck himself–and now he was about to find out.

One year of community service for a hate crime conviction? Randal wasn’t happy with the plea bargain, but he sure as hell didn’t want to go to jail with all those niggers, fags and wetbacks–he was too old to defend himself. Then he found out about which community, and what sort of service.

Six black faggots, one for each day of the week except Sundays. He went to their homes, kept house like a bitch, and then, the sex. He couldn’t disobey–the microchip in his head stopped that, and worse he was paid a stipend for his labors like a fucking whore!

Sundays were his only day of freedom, but he couldn’t even bring himself to go to church. How could he face God after what he’d done? Even worse, the men were wearing him down, humiliating him. He would beg for their cocks now. Sure, they told him to do it, but he was starting…to enjoy it. He hadn’t been with a woman in months, and all of the faggot sex was going to his head. If he didn’t stay strong, he was going to be at this for much longer than his assigned year.

Source: gotsilver

You did say your boss was a pain in the ass right? Well, I’m giving you the chance to be a pain in the ass right back. Don’t worry–no assembly required. Just go to the address provided–the enclosed key will open the door, and your bound up boss is waiting for you to torment. 

The included remote has four tools for his pain and your pleasure. First, your poss has been equipped with piercings which can be twisted a total of 1080 degrees for maximum pain delivery. The second button will activate the electrified sound inserted deep in your bosses cock, which is otherwise held in complete chastity. Third, the ball clamp will deliver a crushing pressure to his balls, guaranteed to bring even the most stubborn boss to his knees. Finally, the fourth will expand the inflatable dildo in his ass, stretching him as wide as a double fist. 

We guarantee that my the end of a single session, your boss will be a crushed, miserable piece of meat, begging for mercy at your hand, willing to do or say anything to avoid the punishment he deserves. 

Source: thebondageboss

Paul–what a boring man he’d been. Middle management, stuck in a cubicle all day long, complaining to all of his coworkers about his boring wife, his boring kids–I felt sorry for him, I admit it–wouldn’t you? Besides, he’s so much more interesting now. It took some convincing to get him to come over for a drink, but with a few nudges he gave in. After all, if there’s one thing for certain, boring men like Paul had been love being told what to do.

Still, a few brews and he’s already much more interesting. College education? Nah–I think some hard knocks on the streets would be much more interesting. Boring childhood in the suburbs? Not anymore–how about falling in with a gang at thirteen, and prison for manslaughter at sixteen? Look at him, that boring cheap suit barely constraining that suppressed violence. Certainly he’s never been married–I’ll have to get rid of that boring ring. He’s looking at me, hungry. He’ll fuck girls, but since his jail time, he much prefers a man’s ass. Maybe I’ll give him mine tonight–that would definitely be interesting.

Source: gmcboot

When Danny was told that he’d have the opportunity to sit in on an executive board meeting, he was elated. How often, after all, did a lowly intern get to witness the grand wheeling and dealing of a Fortune 500 company? When he arrived, a secretary ushered him into the room, but something was off. All of the men at the table were older gentlemen, and they were all staring at him, licking their lips. 

Before Danny could say anything, the men swarmed around him, ripping away the layers of his cheap suit and latching themselves onto his cock and nipples, fighting like sharks for prime position. Danny was soon so overstimulated he could barely keep track of what was happening to him, his body growing chubby, hair whitening and falling out, bones and muscles atrophying as his face sagged and wrinkled. 

The company has been nice enough to set Danny up with a nice pension, a mansion and a butler–not that he’s ever allowed to leave. He wakes up each morning and stares at his ninety year old reflection full of regret. He certainly became successful in business, just not in the way he imagined.

Source: beautyofthabeast

I can’t believe that homeless bum was right–it’s great living in the back of my truck.  Sure, I didn’t believe him when he told me, why would I? Nobody listens to bums. In fact, I hated bums, and would yell at anyone stupid enough to try and panhandle me. I don’t know why this bum was different, but he’d said that, for some cash, he’d give me some advice on my life. Turns out it was the best advice I’d ever gotten.

Living in the back of my truck, wearing the same nasty clothes day after day, never washing myself or cutting my hair or beard–I feel fantastic. Still, every piece of advice came at a steeper cost, not that it hasn’t been worth it. I handed him over the deed to my house yesterday, and he’s been nice enough to let me keep the truck to sleep in. 

Fuck I’m horny–guess I’d better pay the camp under the overpass another visit. Sucking other bums dicks is the only way I can get off these days–just another great piece of advice. He says he has one final gem for me tonight–I can’t wait to hear it.

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Trent tried to fight them–the thoughts in his head that told him that this was normal, but he wasn’t supposed to look like this, no matter how much he loved looking at himself in the mirror. The overly tanned body, inflated pecs, the disgusting porn star mustache ..he was supposed to be some rough and tough marine, not this disgustingly hot and sexy faggot. He flexed and tugged on his cock, his worries suddenly distant, the moment of clarity over.

“Ready for your big debut?” a voice said behind him–Master, his owner, his love. Every doubt suddenly evaporated, Master coming up and yanking on Trent’s teats, making the muscle man groan in a high pitched voice. “I think the men are gonna love you tonight, especially your dance with Rudy.”

“Ooo, yeth Thir,” Trent purred, “I love danthing.”

“I know you do bitch. Now get out there and make me proud.”

Trent took one last look in the mirror, trying to remember what he’d been thinking about, but it was gone. Dancing mattered more anyway, he thought as he pulled on his green jock, and walked out to his waiting fans.

Source: gravediggersgold

“Go on, tell the world how hot it is to have your brother’s big cock shoved up your ass.”

“Oh gawd, it feelths so good,” Benny sighed, the lisp prominent and inside his own mind he tried to roar with rage and anger, but all he could do was keep speaking like a complete fag, “I’m only happy with a big fat cock up my sloppy hole.”

Sal zoomed in for a closeup, loving how the two trailer trash sons of his old high school bully fucked wildly for the whole internet to see. They were gained quite a bit of popularity–Benny with his effeminate lisp and hungry hole paired with Doug’s gruff dominance. Sal had already received offers from several porn companies to produce movies. In a few weeks they were going to move out to LA with him–once Sal had the pleasure of hosting a private screening for his old enemy. He’d planned this revenge for so long–he couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he realized his sons would be fags forever.

“Please, no more, change me back.”

“Why? You sure seem to love the taste of that pit of yours. Fuck you’re ripe–I can smell you across the room. I love that in a roommate.”

“I just–I’m only fucking looking for a place! I’m not your roommate.”

“Details–before I’m done with you, ain’t no one gonna want to be your roommate other than me. Face it, your apartment hunting’s over. Now, how about some tatts? I love a man with tatts.”

“But I work in an office! They’ll fire me if I have tattoos.”

“An office? What kind of sissy are you? You’re gonna be workin’ construction with me, anyway–don’t worry.”

“No fuckin’ way is I…I ain’t gonna work somethin’ like…like that. Ya…Ya did somethin’ tah me, wha’ the fuck’d ya do!”

“Sorry, I hate having roommates smarter than me. I only got an IQ of 95, so yours is 70 now. Don’t worry–with those big muscles and big cock, you’ll be too busy workin’ out and fuckin’ to think.”

“Ha–ha ha, yeah…yeah that sounds fuckin’ hot, roomie. Could…could I suck ya now? I’s pretty horny.”

“Sure. What are roommates for?”