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Emergency Model

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"Excuse me, what's your shoe size?"

Bewildered I looked around to find the man who asked the random question, like out of that old episode of Monty Python. Off to the side, almost behind me, was a thirty-ish man in polo shirt, jeans, and glasses with plastic rims that looked purposefully selected to make him look like a film director or architect. He looked unsure or stressed. "Eight, eight and a half. Who's asking?"

Immediately he brightened up. "Hello. I'm Ben Atkinson, " he said and extended his hand. "We're making a photo shoot of the supplemental collection of sporting clothes," he continued without waiting for me to shake it. "It's all for the online shop, so simple stuff. White background, a few poses." Tentatively I shook his hand. "Pretty fast rotation of models. Unfortunately one of them has called in sick. You have the right look, but more importantly the right build and size."

"Uhum," I answered, sensing where this was going. It was a Saturday morning, and I was on my way to meet up with some friends at Wayland's Deli.

"This is quite sudden, but we are on a tight deadline. If you're willing to model for us I'll give you twice the normal rate."

"Ok," I said, not waiting to hear what the normal rate was. I'm sure Stuart would not stop giving me grief about it for the rest of the year, but I would technically be a photo model which wouldn't be a negative in Sarah's eyes. Turned out that it would also be double my monthly earnings as well, so maybe I could shut Stuart up as well.

We entered the building, which apparently was an office space that had been taken over for the day for the shoot. There were racks of clothes everywhere, lots of people with iPads tracking what item was where, who should wear it, and in what conference room they should shoot it. It was bustling with activity. After some exchange of information with Ben, and signing papers, I was handed over to a conference room turned makeup and styling studio. Most of the furniture was stacked in one corner and the floor was covered by transparent plastic that had been rolled out. To one side was a table with lots of makeup tools and bottles and stuff I wouldn't know how to use, except maybe the hand mirror and the scissors, and even that I'm not confident with. A pair of strong LED lamps on stands lit a chair placed at the center of the plastic. 

"I'm Julia, pleased to meet you. So you are the last one," said the stylist, carefully surveying me and in particular my face and hair. "We're short on time, so we have to work quickly. Are you ok with a buzz cut and tight fade?" Not what I would have chosen, but it's starting to get warm outside and it's only hair. I'd be back to my current length after the summer. "Sure."

She seated me in the chair and began the work with a corded trimmer, and soon a flurry of detail work with smaller trimmers and some of her tools from the table. Probably took her about ten minutes for the haircut. Then some time with a straight razor blade and a tweezer to pluck and shave all over my face and then arms. I told her that this was all new to me, having literally just been picked from the street. She reassured me that there wasn't much to it. Just be no-nonsense about it. Take whatever the stylist decides, change clothes quickly, do the poses the photographer asks for, and repeat.

"All done," she said and handed me the hand mirror as if I had any say in this. I looked so different than just moments before. The hair was shorter than I've ever had it, with a razor sharp fringe line. The fade on the sides was basically just an inch tall from the head and down the temple, then skin tight down, and presumably the same around the back of the head as well. The total amount of hair I was left with could fit a shot glass. "If you go down the corridor to the break room there is a shower in the bathroom there. Ask Andy outside to let you in. Take a quick rinse to get rid of stray hairs, change into these, put your stuff in one of the plastic boxes there, and come back to me for a final touch-up." She handed me a pair of white briefs and white socks. I hesitated a bit, and she was quick to jump ahead of my thoughts. "Everyone around here are used to see gorgeous bodies without clothes. Act as if it is normal, because to us it is. You can't be self-conscious. Oh, and Andy is the only one with a key, so your valuables are safe." Another boy showed up at the door saying he needed a new application. I told Julia thanks and went to look for Andy.

Andy unlocked the door to the office lunch room for me and I did as Julia had told me. I stripped naked and put everyting, clothes, wallet, phone, keys, shoes, into one of the plastic boxes, wrote my name on it with a whiteboard marker and placed it next to all the other boxes. Eight boxes in total. I went into the bathroom, took a 90 seconds shower, and dried myself off with one of the towels from the pile. I put on the briefs and socks, had Julia apply her things to me, and within ten minutes I was dressed in Nike shoes, joggers, and a fleece hoodie, being ordered by a photographer who didn't have time to introduce himself to look left, turn around, put my hands in my pockets, pull up the hood, sit down on the floor, and on and on. Then out change, and back with the next item.

It was going non-stop since they were behind on my stuff, so I had barely time to talk to anyone. There wasn't any proper lunch break either, just a protein bar together with two of the other models, Mark and Andrew. At first they thought it was funny that I had just been snatched off the street for the shoot, but when I told them how much more money I got they were like "fuck you, go back to work". Well the break was over anyway, so I don't know how serious they were.

It continued with item after item, until I realized I was the only model left. The others had taken off without saying goodbye, not that we had any relation. People were moving things out of the office, and when I asked about the hurry they said there was a firm deadline when they had to be out so the cleaning crew could put everything back to a working office again. I could feel the pressure as it was my item changes that held up everyone. I swapped into a pair of MRKNTN underwear that probably was like half a size too small but decided to just power through with the shoot. As soon as the last photo had been taken, they started to dismantle the light rigs. As I walked back to the lunch room I could see that most of the clothes racks were gone. The makeup room was back to looking like a conference room. I couldn't find Andy anywhere though, and the lunch room with my stuff was still locked. I wanted my stuff for sure, but more importantly I wanted to get out of the underwear that kept squeezing and chafing. I couldn't go more than 30 seconds without having my hands down the joggers to adjust them.

Ben wasn't anywhere to be seen either. I asked one of the remaining people and he said they had all left, working on getting all the stuff back and preparing the "delivery pipeline" for the photos. Probably Andy had checked off everyone from his list, and it was printed before I was recruited. "Just keep the clothes you have on and you can come back here Monday and pick up your stuff," Ben said.

Fuck.

No point in hanging around any longer. Everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I just left and headed towards the bus stop. It was getting late and with no phone on me I couldn't call home and say what was going on.

Fuck.

I didn't have anything to pay the bus fare with. I could perhaps go back to the office building and see if I could catch anyone exiting, use their phone, and call for someone to pick me up. But there was no telling if and when I would get hold of anyone. Just walking back there would make me miss the next bus, so that would set me back at least an hour. I could just as well ask someone else to use their phone. Or perhaps ask them to cover the bus fare.

That's when I saw them, a little bit further down the street, past the bus stop. Six boys huddled at the corner, talking and messing around as if no one else was around. One had a bike. All of them dressed in the kind of clothes I had spent all day modeling in, track suits, hoodies, trainers. All of them were smoking. I figured I'd have as good a chance with them as with anyone else now, looking the way I looked.

As I was getting closer one of them alerted the others and they had some kind of conversation about me. "Hello, excuse me. Could I borrow money for the bus fare from any of you?" There was a second of silence before a mixed snicker erupted, and one of them answered "No, bruv. I don't think so."

I don't know why, but for some reason I was mortified by how I had been dismissed. I could feel my face turning red, so I quickly turned away from them to make my way back to the bus stop, without any plan of what to do next.

"Oi, bruv!" I heard from behind me. Looking back at them I could see three boys had gotten up and were heading my way. "Callum's grafting down at the barber's for some extra quid and need someone to practice on. What if he can do some practice while we cover the fare and take you home safely? Fair, innit?"

"I barely have any hair," I said and let my hand touch my fresh skin fade, almost shocking myself with how radically different it felt.

"Won't be much of a nick then, bruv."

He was right. There wasn't much he could ruin. I had only a few millimeters of hair so in the worst case scenario I could shave completely and it would be back within the week.

"Good lad. A deal innit."

"Yes," I said, unsure if it was expected. The guy who had spoken and Callum flanked me while the third lad walked behind me, enveloping me with the scent of smoke and body spray. After a silent moment the guy spoke again, introducing himself as Iwan and the third guy as Rob, and asked where I lived. I gave him the bus stop, Hillside Garden North, about 18 minutes ride. Would have been busy during the week, but at weekends there wouldn't be many on the bus.

We didn't have to wait long for the bus to arrive, but instead of entering by the driver they all bunched up again with me in the middle and entered through the exit doors as a single unit. Then they quickly moved to the back of the bus and pushed me into a seat next to Callum, facing Iwan and Rob in the furthest back seat. I half expected the driver to say something over the speakers, but there was barely a delay, if any, before the bus was moving as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I looked at Iwan with perhaps a bit of surprise and he just shrugged as if to say "what did you expect? That the driver would confront us?"

Then he nodded at Callum next to me, backpack in his lap, who answered "Aye" and got up. He placed the bag on the seat and positioned himself right in front of me, one leg on either side of mine, his knees hitting the edge of the seat, and his left hand grabbing the rail behind me. It felt both imposing and intimate. He opened the backpack and rummaged around with his right hand until he found a small trimmer in a zip-lock bag.

He opened it with both hands and threw the plastic bag into the backpack. Then he looked out and waited for the bus to drive on straight and even road before he turned the trimmer on. Then slowly he moved it in an arched line from my temple and along the side of my head until he reached the neck. Then he studied for a few seconds before he made a few additional buzzes along the same line.

"Not bad, innit?" he said while shifting his body so Iwan and Rob could see. "Fucking mint, mate," Iwan answered.

Then he turned on the trimmer again and unexpectedly extended the line by buzzing my eyebrow for a few seconds. I hadn't even considered my eyebrows. Callum reached into his backpack again to put the trimmer in the zip-lock, but without moving his feet so his body pressed even closer to me. While I couldn't see much, I could certainly feel his body spray filling my nostrils while I felt my eyebrows with my fingers. I guess there would be a lot to explain to mother anyway, so this would just be yet another detail.

I could just see it for a fraction of a second. It looked like a small glue gun in off-white plastic. Then before I could realize what it was it was pressed against my ear, it made a snapping sound, and I felt a sharp pain. "What the!" I said, more in surprise than pain.

"18G piercing. Hurts more, heals slower, but much better," Callum offered, as if it was the type of piercing that was in question, not that he had done it at all. He reloaded the piercing gun and I struggled with what to do. Just take it like the first one? Why should I? But then one piercing was the real threshold. Once you pass that, two is if anything better than one. This would soon be over anyway.

He was just as quick with the second one as the first one. "These need to stay in 30 days, you hear me?" he said, still standing essentially on top of me. "Yes, I understand," I understand, I said with a sinking feeling of all the implications. He put the gun back into the bag and went searching for something again. Finally he pulled out some sort of pliers, then held my earlobe with one hand while doing something with the pliers with the other. "Making sure they don't fall off," he explained before sitting down again on his seat. I could see Iwan and Rob again, and booth looked pleased. Iwan looked absolutely chuffed. "Fucking proper, innit" he said and pat me hard on the shoulder. "Fucking proper."

After than Iwan opened up and started to ask me all kinds of questions, starting with my name, which I realized I hadn't given him when he presented everyone. I was soon giving the highlights of the day as a photo model until we arrived my stop. To my surprise everyone got off with me. "Said we would take you home safe." We continued to chat all the way home and it turned out me Iwan and Rob had the same taste in electronic music while Callum was more of a rock guy.

"Ok, this is my stop," I said once we reached my house. "Meet us Monday, same time and place," Iwan said. "What?" "You owe us £2 for the bus, bruv." "But..." "You going back on our deal?" "No, I'll come by." "And wear the same clothes. Underwear too." "No! I have classes." "You'll figure it out, bruv." Callum opened his backpack again and tossed something to Iwan. "And use this," he said and handed over a can of Lynx Jungle body spray. "What if I don't? What if I don't do any of that?" "Where you live isn't a secret, innit? See you Monday, bruv."

Stranger Danger

Part 1

Luke had always been a keen cyclist, and today only underlined that enjoyment. The weather was perfect for a 30 mile ride, it was warm, sunny and dry. Infact the first dry day for about a week so he had been keen to change into his cycle gear and hit the road early. He was 22 years old and had been cycling for about 7 years, he was tall, about 6ft 2" with dark hair which was short at the sides and kept longer and floppy on top and he had a lean, fat free physique with legs that were tanned and slightly muscular as a result of his years cycling. Years of cycling and being on his school swim team had paid off for Luke and he had now a physique which was perfect for cycling. Truth be told, it was also perfect for looking good in his cycle kit, lycra isn't the most forgiving material he often thought but if you have the right figure there's something very sexy about the way the material clings to every curve. Luke definitely had the right figure. Although the keeping fit element to cycling had always been the main motivator, he had to admit to himself that the way the lycra felt and looked had always been a bonus reason for him to ride. He had a fairly large collection of cycling kits to wear, maybe a little too large and sometimes he thought maybe he enjoyed buying them and trying them on as much as the actual riding. Luke considered himself straight, in fact he had even dated, for a short while, one of the girls on his school swim team. The thing is, he had also liked two of the guys on the swim team as well, though had never done anything about these feelings other than let his mind, and his hands wander, when he laid in bed under the covers wearing just his dark blue Speedos . I guess if you held a gun to his head and made him choose he would admit to being bisexual.

Today he had slipped on his favourite kit. It was a black, long armed skinsuit made by Castelli, an all in one suit that had a tiny zip in the front that was pretty much invisible once done up. The effect was a suit that looked pretty much sprayed on and covered his body from his neck down to his thighs. The material had a wide black elasticated seam where it ended so that it clung to his legs and wrists. He finished it off with white cycling socks and shoes that clipped into his pedals. Safety being crucial, he also wore a red and white helmet with cycling sunglasses. He had, on a couple of thankfully rare occasions got a bit 'excited' on his rides, esp if he let his mind wander, and had allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of the lycra clinging to his body a little too much and was glad on those rides that he hadn't had to get off his bike. The suit was called a skinsuit for a good reason, and he wouldn't have been able to hide the impressive bulge straining the material to anyone that he might have met. Luke was blessed with being not only good looking but well endowed as well.

Today, he was pleased was not one of those distracted days. Today was all about the ride. He was about 20 miles in and was pleased with his pace so far. He was concentrating on the hill that was about a mile up the road and was taking in some fluids from his drinking bottle. Dehydration was easy to achieve but also easy to avoid. He was aware of a vehicle that was closing in from behind but he was moving at a decent speed so wasn't too bothered about slowing the traffic. The road wasnt quite two lanes wide and had a number of bends but was about to straighten up just before the hill so Luke figured the car could pass him then. He raised out of his saddle and sped up, powering down on his pedals to build up speed. The vehicle behind was now just behind him and could overtake him before the hill. Luke always felt a little vulnerable when a vehicle was just behind, esp when he was out of the saddle as he was aware he must be giving the driver a great view of his butt. His Castelli skinsuit had small padding to stop him getting saddle sore but didn't leave much to the imagination. If he was truthful he would also admit to quite liking giving whoever was behind him a view of his bum in the lycra, and hoped that they might appreciate the view. For some reason the car didn't overtake him, and instead stayed just behind. Not too close to be threatening, but close enough to be stuck behind him now the hill had started. Not particularly concerned Luke powered on and really pressed down into his pedals.

Suddenly the crank arm on the left pedal snapped with a loud crack and Luke was very nearly thrown from his bike. Through more luck than skill he managed to control the bike and click his shoes out of the pedals and bring the bike to a somewhat unelegant stop. His heart was racing as he had just about saved himself from a potentially nasty accident.

"Are you ok mate?" said a voice from behind.

It was the driver of what Luke now saw to be the van that was driving behind him. The van had stopped and had it's hazard lights on.

" Yeah I'm fine thanks, just a bit shaken up" said Luke. The van driver had got out and was walking to Luke.

"You did really well not to come off your bike, you were moving at a good speed"

"More luck than skill but yeah, that was close.." replied Luke, .."I'm glad you weren't trying to overtake me when my bike broke, I could have been hit by you!"

" me too, luckily I was happy enjoying the view" the van driver answered.

Luke nodded as he was looking at his broken pedal and assumed the guy meant the rolling countryside . What Luke didn't notice was the van driver was staring at his lycra clad bodysuit as he had said that.

Luke then realised that in his haste to leave his apartment and enjoy the sun he had forgotten to put his mobile phone in the small pocket on the back of his suit. He was now stuck, with a broken bike and about 10 miles from home.

"Shit, I forgot my phone" Luke said "could I borrow yours to see if I can get a lift home from someone please?"

" Unfortunately the battery is flat on mine so it's just turned itself off" said the van driver

.." where are you heading, I can give you a lift if that's any use? My names Jack by the way, and I use to ride myself, so I know how frustrating it is to be stuck on the roadside"

"Erm ok, thanks. I'm Luke and I'm heading into the next town, I live near the bus station. Is that where your driving to?"

" It is yeah, looks like you've had a lucky escape and now a free ride home" said Jack smiling.

Luke did a quick assessment of the situation. He was indeed stuck here, with no phone and no way home. This Jack guy seemed ok. He was about his own Dad's age, about 50 or so and seemed to appreciate Luke's dilemma, apparently being an ex cyclist. He looked like he use to cycle too, he was tall like Luke and was trim. He obviously kept himself in good shape. Luke knew it wasn't ideal to get a lift from a stranger but this situation wasnt exactly ideal either. Take a lift or have a very very long walk home, and anyway this guy Jack seemed nice enough, not the usual pot bellied van driver that shouts abuse at Luke for being too slow and holding up the traffic.

"Well if it's no hassle, I'd really appreciate the lift" Luke said hopefully.

Jack walked to the side door of the van, slid it open and said

" There's room for your bike back here, but I'll let you put it in as I know how expensive those machines are!" Jack smiled a warm and sympathetic smile.

"Great!" Luke wheeled his broken bike to the side door and looked inside the van. It had a lots of boxes and very large padded envelopes inside stacked up. There was plenty of room for his bike and he lifted it up and into the van, the roof was not tall enough to stand up in so he stooped over as he manouvered his bike and lent it against the boxes. Jack stood at the doorway and watched Luke as he did so, Luke was again a little conscious that he was giving Jack a great view of his butt as he secured the bike in place, as he was having to bend over right in front of him to move some boxes.

.."are you a delivery guy Jack?" asked Luke as he looked at the boxes , one of which was torn and the contents were about to spill out.

" I am today, my usual driver is on holiday, and I've had to collect some new things I'm selling and have a few specialist deliveries for a clothing company to make" answered Jack.

Luke commented that one box was split and he lifted it to show Jack. As he did so he noticed that the contents seemed to be an arm of clothing made from Latex, a material that Luke had often daydreamed of wearing, being like the Lycra he was wearing right now but a little more...full on. Like so many guys his age, he had spent his fair time on the web looking at porn sites, and recently he seemed to be steering towards sites with guys and woman in exactly this material. He accidentally on purpose let more of the material fall out of the damaged box, in order to get a better view.

Jack noticed and seemed a little embarrassed. " Oh shit, sorry about that, yeah I'm delivering for a clothing company that specialises in Latex clothing. I've got a few boxes to deliver and then I'm done for the day. Sorry if that seems a little weird but I guess I cater in clothing for people into a certain look!" Jack laughed trying to move the conversation on.

" Fair enough" said Luke intrigued but noticing Jacks embarrassment. " Each to their own I guess!" With that Jack stacked the box onto the others, and sneaked a little touch of the material without Jack noticing and jumped out of the van " thanks so much for the lift" he repeated " it would have been a very long walk home" he was glad to shift the conversation away from the Latex as he feared getting distracted and letting his thoughts become obvious in his crotch area....

The next few miles of driving flew by for Luke. Jack turned out to be a really nice guy, quite funny in fact and the conversation really flowed. It turned out Jack was 52 years old and had lived near by for about 5 years, apparently he drives these roads quite a lot and said that he actually thinks he's seen Luke riding his bike before. Luke thought it must have looked quite odd really, Jack was a middle aged guy in jeans and a t shirt driving along chatting and laughing with a 22 year old lad dressed in a skintight lycra cycling suit. But the conversation was easy and he relaxed into the journey, grateful that the miles were speeding past and he was heading home.

" Listen, I hope you don't mind but I need to quickly swing by my home to get a couple of extra boxes I need to deliver " Jack said . "I will only need 10 minutes to load up and you can wait in the van while I do so if you want? "

"Erm, sure " said Luke. He probably should have been a little concerned by the sudden change of plans but Jack seemed like a really decent guy, and anyway he was more than twice Lukes age so he wasn't worried at all, Luke may not be overly muscular but he was fit and could look after himself.

" I could do with a grabbing a drink at yours if that's ok" said Luke wiping his forehead, the days getting warmer..

.." no problem mate. You do look really hot in your Lycra.." Jack replied, looking at Luke. It was weird but Luke was sure that as Jack said this he ever so briefly glanced down at his lycra clad crotch but he dismissed this as Jack just looking around as they chatted.

A few miles later and they turned off the road and drove down a very narrow single track road. It was a road that didn't look well used at all and went on for quite a while, eventually turning right and opening out onto a gravel driveway in front of what Luke assumed was Jack's house.

..."wow, nice house and quiet too" Luke commented.

"Thanks mate, yeah I love the fact that its in the middle of nowhere. Nobody ever bothers me here and that's fine with me"

The van came to a stop in front of the house and Jack jumped out, leaning through his open window saying " you can wait here if you like mate, I've gotta grab some things out the van and get some bits from the house, I'll get you that drink"

Luke really liked Jack's chilled attitude to life, having chatted non stop for the last 20 minutes or so and to be honest he had ever so slightly bonded with him in this unexpected meeting and felt very at ease in his company, feeling like they had known eachother for years rather than minutes and so said.." I'll give you a hand if you like?, I could do with getting out the hot van to be honest"

"Great! If you could grab that broken box from the back I'll open the garage door"

Luke jumped out of the van and realised how hot the day had become. He pulled the top of the skinsuit away from his chest as the sweat was making it stick to him a little and he stretched as he got out. He then went to the vans side door, grabbing the box with the Latex outfit inside and, glancing over his shoulder to check he was out of sight, did find himself touching the material whilst gently adjusting his cock through the lycra. He quickly realised that he'd better stop, otherwise his cock would start to grow inside his skinsuit and Jack would wonder what the hell was happening.

He shook his head to clear away any unwanted thoughts and took the box into the house through the opened from door. The house was really cool, nicely decorated but very male oriented. It appeared that Jack didn't have a women to help him decorate, or at least not one that won the arguments! The colours and finishes were very male biased but looked good. Luke liked the place a lot and wandered through to the kitchen and found Jack there. Jack appeared a little startled as Luke walked in and placed the broken box on the counter top. He had his back to Luke and was finishing making his drink, stirring it's contents as Jack walked in.

.." perfect timing mate" said Jack. " Here's your drink, I put ice in it as it's so hot today, hope that's ok?"

" That's great thank you" replied Luke, as he took a long swig on the ice cold drink. It was extremely refreshing and he was grateful for it. He was more dehydrated than he thought and pretty much necked the whole thing in one go.

Watching him with interest was Jack who was just sipping his drink. .."blimey, at this rate I'll be preparing you another one sooner than I expected" he said smiling.

Luke wiped his lips with his suit sleeve and placed the glass down next to the box, looking at the Latex sleeve sticking out.

.." I've noticed you looking at that a few times mate" said Jack.."you're very welcome to take it out and have a proper look. I need to repackage it now anyway"

.." I have to admit I am a little intrigued, would that be ok?" asked Luke

.." of course" Jack said "I didnt quite give the whole picture earlier, I actually own the company that sells these clothes and this is a new line I've just designed and collected from the warehouse. I'd be very interested to hear your thoughts on how it looks to be honest" admitted Jack.

.." oh ok, you never know" said Luke..." If I like it I may order something from the range " Luke was a little surprised he had said that. His Latex kink had been kept a firm secret up until now, but he realised that his heart was racing at the thought of checking it out. He opened the box and pulled out a long garment that turned out to be a full body suit! Very similar in fact to the racing suit he was wearing but a thicker material with a much larger zip going all the way from the neck down to the lower back. The arms were full length and so we're the legs. Luke was immediately drawn to what he was seeing and feeling. The material being shiny and flexible must be super tight on whoever wore it he thought. What was most striking was the smell coming from the clothing. Latex has a very defined smell and I guess it's either love it or hate it. Luke clearly loved it as he unconsciously raised the suit up to his face and took a deep sniff.

..."the smell right?" Said Jack. .." I have to admit I love the smell of Latex too. Always have"

.." it's fantastic! " replied Luke

" I'd be happy to sell you that if you like it that much Luke" said Jack.. "there's actually more things from that new range in another box. That particular outfit is a two box set. The other box is in my storeroom if you want I can get it and you can take a look?"

.."yes please! " blurted Luke, almost shouting with excitement.

As Jack left the room to fetch box No 2 Luke was amazed with himself for sounding so keen. He was very surprised he was making his feelings so obvious but his head was giddy with excitement. By the time Jack had returned with an even larger box Luke was aware, though seemingly unconcerned about the growing bulge in his skinsuit. He was so keen to see what was in the new box he didn't seem to mind the fact that he was now standing in a strangers kitchen, wearing nothing but a lycra skinsuit and sporting what, obvious to anyone looking, was a large boner.

.."there you go mate. Box two. Its much heavier than box one as it's full of accessories." said Jack winking at Luke as he placed the box down in the counter top. " Latex is a great material, if you have the right physique I've always thought" pondered Jack out loud..." much like the lycra you're wearing now Luke, if you have the right look then it's very flattering." Noticing Luke's not unsubstantial bulge in his suit Jack delivered the killer question...." I tell you what mate, this is actually such a new line for my clothing range I don't have any pictures to post to potential customers of how the clothes look being worn by someone.This might be a little cheeky but if you're interested in getting that whole set for free would you mind trying a few things on and letting me take a few simple pictures for my website? Most of my clients, but not all, are middle age guys and seeing these clothes being worn by a young guy with a physique like yours would definitely help my sales.Don't worry about showing your face as that range happens to include a mask that covers your whole head so no one would know who's wearing it"?

" Oh I don't think so" answered Luke .." that is a little weird., I'm flattered you think I could model for you though.." but something in his head was making him feel very uninhibited and he really did like the idea of trying these on. "maybe another time, how about I just buy this range ?"

.."of course mate, I totally get it. We've only just met and here I am asking you to squeeze into a full latex catsuit and pose for some photos " laughed Jack. " I guess it is a little weird. That set sells for £1000.00. I'm happy to accept credit cards."

.."fuck" replied Luke.." I had no idea it was that expensive. I cant afford anything like that.." he looked at the outfit in front of him and realised that he wasn't going to be buying it any time soon. Not for that sort of money. His was really feeling a little light headed now and was still sporting what seemed like an increasingly harder cock that was definitely throbbing harder than it ever had before.

.." I do like the idea of trying them on but it all feels a bit weird, I mean we only met by chance a couple of hours ago. What sort of photos do you need for your website...?" inquired Luke

.."oh only a few of you in the suit" replied Jack "then a few with the accessories on as well I suppose. I've got a small studio here that I've used in the past. All very straightforward, just showing potential customers how the clothes look from in front and behind...but I get it Luke, it's just a shame cos your a good looking lad and would model the range well I'm sure..." Jack said reflectively.

Luke had slightly fazed out of concentration for just a moment, and found himself coming back into focus mentally..." How many photos would you need? If it's just a couple and you can't see my face, then I guess being paid in a Latex suit is interesting....ok, let's do it but can I look at the photos before you post them, just to make sute I'm happy with them..?"

.."sure thing! That's great" exclaimed Jack. " I'll show you all the photos before I post them!."

End of Part 1

Back To School

For months now, Finn Ludwig has been dreading this day: the first day of school. The summer had been a much-needed break to allow him time to recharge and prepare for the monotony of classroom discussions, in fact it was such a great time off that Finn absolutely loathed the fact that he had to go back. The biggest blow came in the fact that he wasn’t one of the students, instead he was the one stuck teaching them every day.

As a result, the 27-year-old German man absolutely loathed having to see their younger bodies. It was awful to see them constantly look down upon an “authority” figure since it just reminded Finn of the fact that it had been a long time since he was once a teenager. Sure, he wasn’t in his 30s just yet and had kept his body in great shape due to a regular gym routine, but it was still awful to have to be constantly reminded of the fact that he would always be older than the new youth of the world. While Finn tried to not live his life with regrets, he couldn’t help but wish that he had gotten a second chance to do young adulthood over again. In fact, this was his final thought before he finally passed out the night before classes started. Just as he lost consciousness, he pondered the possibilities, hoping that if given the opportunity to start over, he could have studied a different career and found something that he wouldn’t hate doing every day. 

To make matters worse, Finn always found himself having to deal with their cocky attitudes. Those asshole kids were resilient with their constant taunting and lack of respect for him and his classroom, so much so that in previous years, Finn was already throwing in the towel by the second or third week. While of course there were multiple students that he always enjoyed teaching, those annoying kids always seemed to be the loudest voices to the point where his opinions towards all of them had soured. 

Groaning as he woke up to the early morning alarms on his older model iPhone (the biggest clue to his low salary as a teacher), Finn felt surprised by just how refreshed he felt. After having been up all night finalizing his lesson plans and making sure that he had everything ready to go for the next morning, the man was expecting to feel like absolute shit. But instead, Finn’s body felt responsive to the point where it actually seemed like it was excited for the day ahead. If only his mental state was as eager as his body! 

As Finn sat up from his bed and continued to rub his eyes, the teacher absentmindedly began to walk into the bathroom to prepare for the day. Despite knowing that those kids would pick him apart no matter how great he dressed, Finn was still eager to give a good impression and try to start out the year on a good note. Upon flicking on the light of the bathroom, the man quickly leaned down to turn on the shower so the water could start to heat up. As he returned to a standing position and looked into the mirror though, Finn’s jaw dropped in shock as he saw what was staring back at him. Somehow, he was much younger! 

Looking into the mirror, Finn couldn’t help but stare at the youthful buff body staring back at him. With a grin on his face, the teacher wasted no time flexing against the simple white t-shirt that was now incredibly loose on his body. While he usually had a preference for bigger buff men, Finn couldn’t deny that the tight and toned physique he now possessed was incredibly attractive. 

“How is this possible?” he cried out, unsure how his life had suddenly transformed overnight to turn him into a younger jock. It was even stranger for him to hear a younger American voice coming out of his mouth, but Finn couldn’t deny that it was hot. However, as he thought about his predicament, he grew excited about the possibilities. Finn had wished countless times to have a second chance at young adulthood, so had the universe somehow heard him and granted his wish? 

Just as he started to remove his clothes to go shower, Finn grew incredibly eager to get fully undressed so he could check out his new body in its full glory. But right after dropping his sweatpants, the man’s eyes suddenly took note of a flash of light zooming across the bathroom mirror. But just as he started to verbalize his confusion about the weird orb of light, a bright and sudden flash engulfed him along with the entire bathroom as it further altered him. 

As Finn rapidly blinked his eyes while they still stung from the blinding light, they soon began to refocus back on the reflection back to him. While doing this, the sudden sight of his new reflection caused a brand new identity to emerge in Finn’s mind. Instead of growing up in Germany in a lower-class household, Finn was now an American who was the son of a wealthy family. Any potential fear of the severe disconnect between this new life and the man’s old life were quickly squashed as a new name emerged in his mind - Danny Thompson.

Although it seemed possible that there was a morsel of Finn still stuck in the back of the new man’s mind, it quickly became clear that Danny was in total control upon allowing a cocky-looking grin to emerge onto his face. “Fuck yeah bro, I look hot as fuck!” he said, a dumb chuckle escaping from his lips. Having just turned 18, he was incredibly eager for the possibilities ahead of him. Not only did he have a kickass body, but the student had already gotten a scholarship for college to be their newest kicker for the football team! Life was looking good for the hunk, but his extreme cockiness made it so he couldn’t fathom looking any better. Staring into the mirror, Danny smiled as he stared at his model-worthy features. With his bright white teeth standing out against his darker stubble, Danny’s face was instantly inviting for anyone to stare at in admiration. 

But Danny soon remembered that his face wasn’t the only attractive part of his body as he stared his naked reflection up and down. With an impressive build that was muscular but not too muscular to affect his performance as a kicker, Danny was a bonafide stud. The hunk’s fledging pectorals were coming along nicely and his lower torso was peppered with the formation of a six-pack of abdominals. On top of that, the teen’s summer vacations to the beaches of Miami had tanned his skin to a sexy golden-brown. But in terms of his muscles, nothing quite compared to Danny’s legs and arms. He was incredibly proud to see that his biceps were coming along quite nicely as well, especially since it was a true testament to his dedication to a solid gym routine after football practice. 

However, as another alarm on Danny’s newest model iPhone went off, the stud’s self-indulgent admiration was cut short as he realized that he had to get ready for class. It was the first day of his final year of high school, but given the fact that his future was already secured, Danny couldn’t give less of a shit. By this point, school could be viewed to be a complete waste of time if not for the fact that football season was starting the same week. As such, the kicker was eager to get out on the field and help the team’s efforts with his impressive skills. In the entire state, Danny was ranked as one of the top kickers and had every local college clamoring for years to get his admission to their schools. While most would expect quarterbacks and more prominent positions to be the ones most colleges desired to find during high school, everyone knew that his skills had led the team to win multiple close games in the past. 

After stepping into the shower, the brand new jock spent a good 10 minutes giving himself an early morning jump start with a quick jerk-off before quickly washing himself off and exiting the bathroom. Throwing on a simple t-shirt and pair of athletic shorts, Danny soon found himself with a bunch of free-time before he had to drive over to school. After chowing down on a protein bar, he grabbed his phone and set it up against a toaster in his kitchen. Upon pulling up the camera app, Danny eagerly stepped back and admired himself once more. The shirt was a fine fit, but he was especially happy to see the sleeves clinging on tight around his bulging biceps. 

Moving forward to lean on the edge of the counter, Danny let a cocky grin manifest on his face as he thought about how incredible his life was. Not only was he heading to a top college in the state to pursue his dreams of playing football, but he was also one sexy hunk as well! Senior year was going to be a chore to sit through, but the thought of having a little more time to hook up with some cheerleaders and his teammates was incredibly appealing. However, the thought of after-school hookups didn’t get rid of the incredible sense of dread that he was feeling about the classroom. Danny wasn’t exactly the smartest tool in the shed, so having to deal with 7+ hours of lectures wasn’t his most ideal kind of day. 

But as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door, Danny tried to think about some positives. While there was the opportunity to check out the asses of the women and men sitting in front of him, nothing brought the man more joy than showing off his mean streak with his teachers. It was incredibly easy for Danny to nitpick everything they did and judge them for their life choices. Hell, it was actually a rush to his system when they wanted to pick a fight with him, especially since that allowed the jock to start hurling insults and taunts their way. 

Due to these attempts at going toe-to-toe with his teachers, Danny often found himself getting sent into the principal’s office quite often. However, much to his teachers’ annoyance, nothing ever happened to him in terms of a punishment. Given the fact that he had a full life planned out for him and the potential to further promote the school that raised him, Danny’s principal was more than willing to give the jock the benefit of the doubt and just chalk up the teachers’ outrage to them just being bitter about their dead-end and low-paying job. Although Danny wasn’t necessarily able to understand most concepts, the biggest thing that he absolutely couldn’t understand was why someone would want to become a teacher. Throughout the entire drive towards his high school, Danny only had one thought running through his head: Why would someone willingly spend their days teaching children who don’t respect them in the slightest?

* * * * *

As Monday rolled around and alarms rang out at 5:30 in the morning, Danny couldn’t resist groaning before slamming the top of his alarm clock to silence the alarm. Since he was now blissfully unaware of his previous life as a German school teacher, the past month of being in this new life had been an absolute breeze for him to endure. Although he hated having to get up so early during the weekdays, Danny at least had one silver lining: those before school workouts that he did in his family’s home gym.

Entering the gym that his dad had spared no expense building for him, Danny wasted no time dropping his pajamas to the ground and moving towards the impressive hot tub that was just recently installed at his behest. With a family bank account that was far into the millions, Danny’s new altered mind figured that there was no reason even asking for permission before purchasing the hot tub and getting it installed. In fact, that privilege had actually corrupted his once frugal mind - from now on, he felt no desire to ever hold back on not getting what he wanted. If this would help Danny in his workouts by helping him build muscle and push him to do better at practice, he figured his parents wouldn’t be upset given how beneficial it would be for his career.

So, as soon as he reached the threshold of the hot tub, Danny allowed himself to casually get in while staring down at his body. Clearly, his new equipment was quite impressive, which was especially proven to the man as he watched his flaccid cock bob out on the top of the water as he laid out and soaked. This soak lasted for a good 10-15 minutes to help increase his blood flow so he could have a decent stretch. While all of these steps weren’t entirely necessary for a normal workout, Danny’s plans for the day included some intense weightlifting, so it was better to be safe than sorry! While leaning back and stifling a yawn, the man began stretching out his limbs so he could quickly jump into the workouts upon drying off.

When his phone timer went off, Danny wasted no time hopping out of the tub and drying himself with a towel that had already been set out for him by the family’s maid. Once he was dry enough to hop into his tight workout clothing, the kicker quickly changed and rushed into the gym to do some intense workouts. For the next 45 minutes, Danny worked his ass off and watched in delight as his muscles popped and looked incredibly impressive whenever he looked into the mirrored wall in front of him. Despite not being the buffest guy on the team, he clearly had impressive muscles that were legit unlike other guys on the team who messed around with supplements and other fucked up methods. Danny wanted his body to be pure and natural, so there’s no way that he’d even consider putting something foreign (herbal or not) into his body. 

By the time he had finished as many exercises as possible within the allotted 45 minutes, Danny’s body was absolutely soaked once again - but this time with sweat that had his clothes clinging to his taut muscular frame! So, rushing back through the long hallways of his family home, the man quickly hopped into the shower and got ready for the day ahead. As he lathered up body wash and ran his hands along every inch of his buff body, it didn’t take much for Danny’s already-impressive cock to quickly harden. There was a clear cockiness and narcissist streak in his new life, but with a physique like this, he felt no need to change that (at least on the rare occasion that Danny was thoughtful enough to recognize his own behavior). If anyone else looked like this, they would certainly be a douchey narcissist like him as well! That had to be the reason why all of those wheezing nerds loved to bring up Danny’s vanity as if it was some sort of insult whenever he taunted them in the hallways or after school.

Returning back to his cock, Danny wasted no time sliding his slightly callused hand up and down along his thick shaft while using his spare arm to flex for his own amusement. With such gorgeous views in front of him, it didn’t take much until Danny was quickly shooting his load across the glass shower door while bucking his hips in pure ecstasy. Using the removable shower head to clean up the aftermath of his mess though, Danny couldn’t help but feel a weird twinge of disgust towards his actions. Danny was a 100% straight man that loved nothing more than pussy and grabbing on chicks’ tits, yet he couldn’t help but fear what it meant in regards to his self-indulgent jerk-off sessions. Was it simple narcissism or was there something more going on? There was absolutely nothing Danny hated more than homos, so just the thought of himself being one of them was enough to make the man shudder and grimace as he finished washing up. 

Thinking back about the “gay problem” at his school, Danny thought about how even his football team had been infiltrated by that long-rumored gay agenda that all of his older family members used to complain about. Out of nowhere, Danny’s best bud Andy had come out to him as a gay man when they were heading back from a party last weekend. The bulky linebacker hadn’t seemed gay in the slightest to Danny previously, so the revelation had understandably shaken the man to his core. But after staring at the man in awe for a few moments, Danny quickly flew off the handle and forced him to exit his car and walk the rest of the way home by himself. “There’s no way that I’m going to be friends with some queer,” he angrily called out before speeding off into the night and leaving Andy to walk the few miles back to his house.

Understandably in his eyes, Danny’s friendship was dead between the homo now, but in all honesty he couldn’t care less. In fact, in the days since he even began to pick up on taunting Andy with some other like-minded players by continuously bringing up the whole “no homo” gimmick in idiotic ways and laughing at the now-depressed teenager. But when Andy quit the team and left the coach down a starting player, the gruff older man (who doubled as the school’s gym teacher) called Danny in and gave the cocky man a stern talking to. While he expressed that he had similar views to Danny and the other players, the coach wasted no time telling the jock to cool it or risk sitting on the bench for the entirety of the senior year due to all of the complaints that Andy’s friends and family have filed against the team.

However, as the man tried his best to intimidate the young man, Danny remained unaffected and in fact bored by the bulky man’s desperate attempts at convincing him to change. Looking to set the record straight, Danny leaned towards the man and pressed his buff arms down against the top of his desk. After reminding the coach about the power that his father had through his exorbitant wealth and influence in terms of getting any teachers he taunted off of his back, Danny boldly stated that the coach better rethink that plan if he wants to continue winning games and making it to state for another year (or better yet keep his jobs at the school). As the realization set in and the coach’s stern face broke, Danny smirked as the man grumbled while telling him to get the fuck out of his office.

But as he continued to think about the concept of being gay after turning the water off and drying off his body, Danny quickly brushed off the idea. It’s not gay when I just get turned on by my own body, he told himself before shaking his head and pushing aside such an idiotic notion. There was no way a man with a whole rolodex of sexy girls clamoring to get with him could ever be gay! 

Exiting the bedroom, Danny groaned as the clock informed him that he only had 30 minutes before needing to leave for class. The teen remembered that he had a test in Mrs. Harrison’s pre-calc class, but he shrugged it off because he knew that there was no way that he could have even done well no matter how hard he studied. So instead of cracking open a textbook this previous weekend, Danny instead spent his time sexting with girls or going out with them whenever he wasn’t doing intense workouts in his home gym. There was no point in even attempting to do good at school anymore in Danny’s eyes, especially since he had a full ride scholarship already under his belt at a major university. Those recruiting people didn’t care that he was a low C student when they offered him deals to join their school, so why should he ever care about trying to do any better?

After throwing on some clothes, Danny quickly grabbed his phone and headed into the bathroom. As expected, his phone was flooded with notifications of the entire cheerleading team as they sent both text and Snapchat messages filled with nudes and bold declarations about just how badly they wanted him and his cock all over them. It was understandable given Danny’s studly form, but the intense thirst only fueled his ego further to embrace his new identity as an utterly womanizing hunk.

Picking and choosing who to leave on read, Danny wasted no time pulling open both apps and sending them videos and selfies to keep their attention focused on himself and his gorgeous body. As he took photos of himself flexing, smirking, or winking into the camera and sent them off, each additional photo only pushed Danny towards getting turned on once again. But instead of jerking off and further delaying himself, the man opted to just pull out his phone and begin recording a video. After rubbing his chin and zooming the camera in, Danny flashed a big smile before beginning to speak.

“You want a piece of me ladies? How about you hit up my DMs and tell me how badly you want it?” he said, his bright white smile on full display as he talked in a sly and sleazy tone (which only turned himself on further). Eager to push these women over the brink into full-blown thirsting though, Danny cockily flexed his arms and lifted up his shirt to reveal the man’s impressive abs. After ending the recording, Danny added the video to his private stories on both Snapchat and Instagram before heading out to make a quick breakfast and prepare for the school day ahead. Danny hated nothing more than wasting over 7 hours of his life stuck at a shitty desk, but it was a small price to pay to be the talk of the town. As he continued to get ready, the womanizer couldn’t stop thinking about how eager he was to see what all of his various side chicks said in response to his video. In all honesty, beyond his own reflection, nothing turned Danny on more than their desperate little messages. 

On top of that, Danny also looked forward to causing some hell for some drab and annoying teacher if they dared to fuck with him. Given his annoyance towards the pre-calc test he had to take later today, Danny began to think that Mrs. Harrison would be the perfect target for him to dish out a daily fix of cocky torment.

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Coach's Process of Developing a Jock

TW: mentions of bullying and harassment

There are three pillars that Coach considers vital to the development of his jocks.

The first one is physical strength - football jocks need to have the primal urge to lift heavy things and spend hours at the gym, as well as a never-fulfilled desire for their muscles to get bigger.

The second is football intelligence. A jock shouldn't spend time studying or revising for exams, these things ought not to occupy his mind. But he has to have a detailed understanding of the rules of football, so that he can demolish every oponent he comes across on his way to a championship. He has to know how to execute plays perfectly, read the other team and adapt accordingly.

But the third pillar is just as important as the other two - the attitude. Coach, someone with - let's say - a conservative streak, believes his jocks should present all the masculine traits he deems important, and do this publicly, without shame.

It all begins with pride. From the very beginning of their mental conditioning, Coach makes sure his jocks will he proud men, ready to show off their achievements. A football jock has to make sure everyone around him is aware of his triumphs. This also serves the purpose of keeping the morale in the locker room on a high level - all these jocks have to remember what beasts they are on the field and that they are capable of completely demolishing everyone if they so desire (and Coach makes sure they do desire it).

Next one is domination. As a football machine that is programmed to win, a jock needs to be able to take control of any situation, make himself the alpha in the room and on the gridiron. This assures that he will fight to get that W in all circumstances, not accepting "no" as an answer.

The two traits above are then accented with arrogance. A jock walks around like he owns the place, because he does. The university gets the funding and prestige because of his dominance on the field. He is on top of the social ladder and doesn't question it. He also knows what people are below him and treats them as such, always looking down and displaying his higher status.

All of this is then augmented with anger. Some would call it toxic behavior or "problems with anger management", but for Coach a real jock requires that streak of aggression flowing in his veins. This allows him to function in his environment with ease, as no problem is really a problem when you're ready to just crush your way through it.

And it starts from the very beginning. Hypnotic videos and tracks Coach uses are infested with examples of dominant and cocky behavior. They set the example of how an aggressive and proud football jock acts, and make conforming to such a way or being a high priority.

Later stages require orchestrating scenarios that encourage the expected behaviors and test the instincts of prospective football jocks. When a jock's grades fall below the NCAA threshold Coach suggests getting a nerd to do the hard work. Violence as a way of solving conflicts between jocks is not discouraged, as long as the injuries don't influence in-game performance. Someone always begins a wave of flexing and posing at the end of a team workout sessions.

Every batch of jocks turns into a form of a high-control group after enough time. Bros who respond better to mental conditioning begin to influence other jocks who need some more time to conform, as their proud, masculine behavior and dominance forces the others to either ascend to the same level and join the alpha bros at the top of the ladder or attain the status of "lesser". No football jock will ever be lesser under Coach, so it doesn't take that long for the locker room to become a textbook example of masculinity, cockiness and dominance, with not a single exception to the rule.

In later stages its only a matter of overseeing the jocks in their life on the team, taking action every time it's likely that a jock is sliding back into his "pre-football" ways.

Coach sometimes has to work a bit harder to maintain the order he's created. The league and NCAA officials are not always keen on violence on the sidelines, so when one of his defensive linemen's fist lands on an enemy WR's face, some strings have to be pulled in the background. There are elements within the university structure that are hostile to Coach's methods and the jock attitude he's nurturing inside of his locker room. But every allegation of bullying or cheating can be worked through in such a way that the jocks come out on top. It's not a question of if, but of how.

Every time Coach sees one of his jocks push over a loser on the hallway, trash talk their conference rivals, take part in a biceps measuring contest in the gym or extort some assignments for class, he knows his methods are working exactly as intended.

Now onto the next batch of recruits.

Fuuuuck dude. You made me so aggro. Like I feel so fuckin alpha bruh. Like fire in my veins dude. All this muscle, all this confidence, all this cock huhu. Dude I thought you’d just give me a boost but now all I wanna do is show off and fuck. Like you really got rid of that pathetic pussy I was before. Limp dicked nervous little fuck. But man… maybe you took it too far…? Like I feel like, like such a dumb douchebag…. A hot dumb jacked douchebag. A cocky dumb meathead… Mmm yeah bruh. Look at this body flex. I love it. I mean so what if I am a dumb pretty muscle bro. Check me out. I deserve respect, to fuck and be fucked. So, what you looking at bro? Like what you see? What you made me into? Cause I don’t know if you can handle this cock or hot hard ass. But let’s find out.

🔥Christian McCaffrey🔥

I live in a rough neighbourhood not by choice but that’s not the biggest problem. I am in a block flats and I am constantly being woken up by the guy in the next door flat. He is constantly having parties and loud sex. I would confront him but he is a muscly chav lad. What should I do?

He was huge and incredibly intimidating. You had never spoken to him but had heard the parties. The boorish lads drunkenly singing, dancing, and god knows what else.

You've been in the flat below only for a few weeks and the parties are non stop. You're going to have to speak to him at some point and try and sort things out.

One day you notice it seems particularly quiet. You figure everyone is gone. This is your chance.

You knock on his door and wait. After a few moments the door unlocks and swings open. The towering beast of a man stands in front of in nothing but a pair of Nike joggers.

You're not gay but you're left speechless for a few moments. He's chest is huge and covered in dark hair just like his beard. This hair continues over his rock hard abs and down to a snail trail leading to the thickest bulge you have ever seen.

His thighs fill the joggers to the point you think they should rip. His feet are about as big as your face and are probably more muscular that your entire body.

You quickly snap out of your trance and introduce yourself. He listens as you explain your situation and your issues with the noise.

He's surprisingly calm and you wonder why you saw him as intimidating.

He apologises for disturbing you and invites you to enjoy his new shisha pipe with him to make amends.

Although not usually your thing the smell is alluring. You agree and sit down opposite him.

You both start puffing away and getting to know each other. His name's Kieran and he's actually a really nice guy. He works in modelling and says he's got a great eye for new talent as he gestures towards you.

You laugh at first but slowly you begin to lose focus. You quickly look over to him in panic as you start to go faint. He smiles at you just as it all goes black.

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When you come to something feels...new... different.

You're still in Kieran's flat but you've changed. You're more slender than before, you weren't fat but not as slender as you are now.

Your ass however isn't slender, it's now bouncy and round. It fills out the tracksuit you find yourself wearing almost too well. The outline of a jockstrap visible through the fabric.

You feel the cold metal of a chain against your skin that now hangs around your neck. A black baseball cap, backwards, finishes your look.

You're confused for a moment but Kieran's entrance to the room catches your attention.

As you look up to him new memories flood into place.

You've lived with Kieran for a few years now. Ever since he recruited you into his modeling/porn company.

He specialises in gay chav porn and modeling the latest outfits from Nike and Adidas. Those parties he always hosts? Not actually parties but drunken orgies.

You've been Kieran's favourite since he met you in the pub after you ditched college. Being his favourite means you're the only one that gets to be bred by him.

You look up to him with puppy dog eyes, he steps towards you rubbing his bulge.

It seems you're going to get a treat before the rest of the lads arrive.

The Click

“Ugh what’s the point in trying” Said Jason annoyedly as he stormed down the empty alley way to meet his boyfriend Ryan. Jason was 19, he had failed getting any job and was currently living with his boyfriend off of both their parent’s money. Ryan was currently doing an acting degree at college however he managed to get a weekend job to help him out financially. Jason however didn’t have job and didn’t know what he was doing with his life. Jason had pretty good grades from high school, but he never knew what to do with them, he’s didn’t know what he liked or wanted to do. His parents gave him ideas from time to time about engineering or computer science. He was lost though and needed a new path to find his way. To make matters worse he failed to get three jobs in the last week and he knew if he couldn’t find a job soon his dad would make him come home and work in the family construction company. 

Jason continued to walk down the empty alley way to his apartment, his boyfriend Ryan was waiting down the alleyway outside the café next to their apartment. He had a smile, always expecting the best.  

‘I don’t deserve him’ thought Jason as he got closer.

“So how was it” Asked Ryan. 

“Not great babe” Jason said lowering his head in disappointment. 

“Don’t worry there’s a million things to do out there. I’m sure you will find what’s right for you in time” Said Ryan cheerfully. 

Ryan and Jason smiled and kissed cementing their love at that moment. They went to go and sit down on the side walk. Ryan put his arm around and leaned his head into Jason.  

“Ryan I’m hungry, what’s for dinner?” Asked Jason as his tummy rumbled.

“I dunno honestly, maybe a pizza from here” 

“A pizza! Have you worked out enough to earn that?” Jason Joked 

“It’s not as if you’re any better” Ryan joked back, prodding Jason’s stomach 

Both the boys liked to joke about their body sizes. They were both very twinkish. Very thin bodies with little muscle and mass. They didn’t do much exercise but they went for occasional walks or runs. They were also incredibly fashionable. They wore the best clothes everywhere they went. Their hair was trendy and stylized, which they protected dearly. This was how they attracted tops for weekend threesomes, which they needed as they were both bottoms.  

Ryan would wear clothes with LGBT symbols sometimes, which made Jason quite afraid when they went out, as even though they lived in a very progressive area, he was still worried about getting beaten up. He wasn’t any better in terms of covering up his femininity though. He had a feminine voice like his boyfriend and wore a large amount of makeup. This meant most people could tell that he was gay from the start. Overall, they were your average stereotypical twinks.  

“What pizza are you thinking of” Asked Ryan 

“I’m thinking meaty but at the same time plain. I can’t quite decide, surprise me” 

“Ok, then. I will be back in a few minutes” Said Ryan getting up and going into get pizza 

“Oh, and don’t talk to Margaery at the counter for too long, its Drag Race tonight” Shouted Jason 

Jason looked down at his phone looking for jobs to apply to. There weren’t very many up and the ones that were there required skills he didn’t have. He switched his phone off. 

“I’m never going to find a job, I might as well give up” He whispered 

As he whispered it, he could hear some fast sprinting from around the corner. Jason looked around and a figure in a dark blue navy uniform with rolled up sleeves ran around the corner straight at him. He was a big and brawn guy. His head was round and he had squarish jaw. His skin was tan from his deployments in the desert and his hair was short shaved and jet black. He wore sun glasses which complimented his serious and ‘manly’ look. he slowed down, as he got closer. 

“You okay there son” He said very quickly, in a thick southern accent. 

“Ye…yes sir” Said Jason confused at why he was being spoken to like this. 

“You ever feel like your life is going nowhere son, that you’re at a dead end” said the recruiter in his southern accent, a bit slower this time. 

 Jason was taken a back. This recruiter who came out of nowhere literally described how he felt at this time. There was no way he knew what Jason was feeling. But then again army recruiters did this kind of thing all the time, giving no hope so people would join. Or maybe this was his calling. ‘No way’ he thought to that idea, that was stupid. He wasn’t nearly fit enough. And as well you needed a little patriotism to join, which Jason nor Ryan had any. Still Jason had to reply and he would reply honestly as he always did. 

“Yeah I guess so” Jason said uninterestedly hoping to remove any idea of enlistment 

Jason waited for the recruiter to reply with something patriotic about enlisting. But it didn’t come instead the recruiter replied with an odd question. 

“What’s your favourite branch of the military” He said very quickly  

Jason took a little time to understand what he said, but some other force in his head had already formed an answer, like it was thinking something different. The same thing then forced him to shout out the answer.  

“The navy, sir” He shouted out with enthusiasm  

Wait. What? A second ago he had been uninterested why was he talking so suddenly like he was signing up as if it was a duty. 

“So, you’re a navy guy. I see, I see. No shame in that” Said the recruiter positively 

The recruiter started looking Jason up and down while he put his hand on his chin as if he was processing Jason. Jason shocked by his own reaction and by the recruiter currently looking him up and down as if he were recruitment material, wanted to say something to get rid of the idea of him signing up to the navy, but his brain couldn’t formulate the words needed into a sentence to do that. 

“Well son, I see if you want to join the navy then you gonna need to beef up a bit” 

‘Ha, so now he’s going to tell me what I need to do and then go, well just say no Jason, just say no. Or even better just say ok. It’s not as if he’s going to follow up” Thought Jason worried he might have another outburst and sign himself up for some pre-enlistment program. 

“Well don’t worry, this will only take a few seconds” Said the recruiter with a grin 

‘Wait what?’ thought Jason 

The recruiter put his fingers together as if he was about to click them. And before Jason could respond. 

‘Click’ The recruiter clicked his fingers 

Jason froze as a sharp chill went down his back. His body started shaking. Suddenly his feet and vans began growing out. He looked down his feet must have grown to a size 13 from his tiny size 8. His calves exploded out. It felt like his bones and muscles were ripping apart. He looked up and was now at eye height with the smirking recruiter, who seemed to be stuck in time. The further up Jason’s leg, his fat melted away and hard muscle formed. He clenched at his stomach as pain filled his body. He felt as his small pecs inflated out like balloons and his stomach sucked until he had a ripped chest. Finally, his arms began pulsing with pain. Each pulse grew more muscle and stretched out his arms. 

Jason looked down over himself he was a hunk now. He looked back at the recruiter who was stuck in time. 

‘Click’ the same clicking noise was made and the recruiter was back. 

“What just happened?“ Said Jason panicking 

“Oh, I just click my fingers and whatever I want to change changes” Said the recruiter 

“Y…y…y… you were frozen and now I’m big”    

“Yeah that’s what the first click is like, next one will be near instant you won’t feel or see that much” 

“But I don’t get what do you want?” Said Jason afraid of his new changes 

“You, that’s what. You said your life was at a dead end, so I’m giving you purpose. In the navy.” Said the recruiter bluntly. 

Jason wanted to say something about how the recruiter was wrong and he didn’t, but his head continued to refuse to put the necessary words together.  

“Now that your fit enough, let’s clear up some more features, then get you dressed up in proper attire. I may also need to do a slight mind wipe and add a little patriotism to you.” 

“Wait What!!”  

“Oh, and that voice isn’t going to get you far, lets deepen it a bit” The recruiter smirked again and clicked his fingers. For a second Jason’s neck began to feel as if it was being strangled and then Jason let out some grunting that sounded deeper than his usual voice. The recruiter seemed happy with that. He gave another click and Jason’s make up faded back into his skin making him look natural. Another click and Jason’s well styled hair shrunk back into his scalp, until he had a plain, short recruit cut.  

“You’re gonna love it son. Cleaning up ships, taking orders without question, working out with your brothers” the recruiter began to tease Jason, who was definitely not interested in anything he mentioned and knowing he was going to be doing it for life scared him more.  

“Please no more” pleaded Jason 

“Sorry son, we started might as well finish you off” the recruiter gave smile before clicking his fingers again. Jason’s yellow hoodie reformed into a uniform of the same color, his black ripped, skinny jeans started repairing itself and changing to a less rough fabric. His vans enlarged rapidly, its light material hardening into boots. As his clothes changed a dark blue camo pattern formed on his back and spread over his clothes. His red undershirt turned navy blue. A navy camo cap formed on his head covering his hair. His uniform empty name tags now filled themselves. One with “U.S Navy” and another with his name. 

“Ah there we go, you look just right for the navy now son. Last bit now, just gonna alter your mind so we don’t need to put you through training” He said giving an extra big smirk. Jason was scared now, he didn’t want to be turned into a navy guy and on top of that Ryan wouldn’t know a thing, he would just disappear for him. The Recruiter readied his fingers and smirked at Jason, who was terrified. 

“Jason, Jason, where are you?” called Ryan from behind.  

‘Oh god no please, go back Ryan’ Jason thought 

“Oh, who’s this? A friend of yours” Said the recruiter intrigued. 

“He’s my boyfriend, Ryan, sir” Jason said uncontrollably. 

“Ahh that explains the navy, well you know what they say ‘two birds one stone’. Call him over”  

The same unknown force that had kept Jason silent and speak uncontrollably tried to force Jason to call out for Ryan. Jason tried to resist, to keep his boyfriend safe. But another click from the recruiter and Jason turned to call Ryan over. As Ryan walked over Jason felt terrible. He had doomed his boyfriend to the same fate as him, he wanted to scream but some the same force kept his mouth shut. 

“Jason what’s happened to you? What’s going on? And who are you?” Said Ryan frightened looking at what had happened. The recruiter turned his smirk to Ryan, and clicked his fingers again. The pizza in Ryans hand vanished instantly into the air. He clicked again and Ryans body instantly beefed up like Jason’s. Another click and his make-up vanished and his hair shortened. One last click and his clothes turned from a white hoodie with a rainbow flag and blue jeans into a navy uniform, complete with a hat. Ryan stood in silence he didn’t know what had happened he looked to Jason for an answer but Jason’s mind couldn’t form any words to speak. 

“Great now that you’re up to date with your boyfriend we can finish this off” said the recruiter eagerly. He was waiting to go out and find his next unfortunate victim to turn into recruits. He held his hand ready to click his fingers again. Both boys’ eyes fixed on them.  

‘Click’  

Instantly the boy’s minds were wiped clean of knowledge, memory and personality, they were stuck there with blank minds. The recruiter made his next click and the boys heads were filled with new memories and knowledge that made them ideal recruits for the navy. Instead of doing drama, Ryan did engineering and Jason did mechanics. They both worked out pretty hard at the gym and were pretty buff from it. Their love their country inspired them to enlist and so they became navy bros the instant they both turned 18.  As their minds refocused, they changed their stance and stood at attention. Like they should when in the presence of a higher up. 

“There you go boys, looking quite smart now aren’t you” 

“Yes sir” They said in unison 

“Damn, you make me proud and enjoy this job. Well one last thing, close your eyes”  

The boys closed their eyes and the recruiter clicked his fingers one last time. When they opened their eye’s, they were on a ship in their dorm. The boys were in for a life of orders, broish banter and fucking. No one minded the fucking and would instead join them. For now, though they knew their orders, chain of command and comrades. The boy went out to start their daily duties on the ship.