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Probably my fav butt pic, ever

My butt looked good here

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So I decided to go to my first fetish event at a club next weekend, but being a shy always in my own head kinda guy I was a little anxious about the whole thing. So I thought, I might find some temporary presets or changes on Chronivac to last for the night to get me out of my own head and make me feel more at home with being at the event.

I think I messed something up though, cause although the changes are suppose to be temporary and only for the day/night of the event, I can’t put my finger on it, but things seem to be changing in my daily life right now, over a week before the big day.

It's Sunday morning. According to your memory, you had a quiet Saturday evening on the sofa. Chips, Netflix, a bit of wanking. A perfectly normal Saturday evening. But why the hell do you have this hangover? And the apartment smells of beer and cigar smoke. Full ashtrays in the kitchen. Empty whiskey glasses. Full condoms on the floor. A few jockstraps. Empty poppers bottles. What was going on here yesterday. And where did that hairy, snoring fellow on your sofa come from?

It's 6pm when you finally get rid of the fellow (hottest Sunday morning sex ever), you've tidied up and cleaned. Now you feel like a cigar. But not at home anymore. You've just got rid of the smell to some extent. But now you need a whiskey and a cigar.

You actually thought that the stranger on the sofa owned the biker boots and the leather jacket at the coat check. But he left your apartment wearing just one of the jockstraps from the kitchen floor and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. But now you're standing in front of your hallway mirror with one of the jockstraps, a 501, a white T-shirt that doesn't fit at all badly, the boots and the leather jacket. And you like what you see. There are cigars in the leather jacket. And as if remote-controlled, you walk through the evening streets until you find yourself standing in front of an inconspicuous door in the basement of a side street. You ring the bell. The doorman greets you with a fist bump and says it's good to see you back. Your regular seat at the bar is free. Your whiskey and ashtray are ready before you can even take a seat. You like Sunday evenings here. No curious tourists. No hustle and bustle. Real men who want their peace and quiet. And maybe a quick fuck. The fellow who disappears into the toilet had clearly made eye contact with you beforehand. You follow him…

Monday morning. Shit, you could have stayed in bed for another hour. But you have to look good at the weekend. And you have to go to the gym before work. And you're still wearing the urine-yellow and cum-encrusted jockstrap from yesterday. Your cock never gets limp when you wear it. Your PA shines through the stretched fabric. Fuck, you're so horny that you have to jerk off in the shower. And with every movement, your PA gets a little thicker. And your circumcised foreskin comes back. As you stuff your sweaty clothes into your gym bag and put on your suit, you think wistfully of your leather jacket. You miss the smell of masculinity in your work clothes… And the creak of leather.

On Tuesday after work, you get changed and go to your favorite barbershop. Hair radically short, beard in shape. On the Friday before the party, you only need to have the contours corrected once. You're actually always here twice a week. Great atmosphere. You're not the only man sitting in the styling chair in leather jeans. And with a cigar and a glass of whiskey, it's almost like being in your favorite bar. And once you've changed your clothes and had your hair done, you can see what's going on in the bar. As you might expect, not much. But Hendrik, the Danish barman, plays with your nipple piercings. And just before you leave, there's a submissive skinhead who first serves as your urinal and then gives you a blowjob. Good evening!

Yesterday was a normal day at the gym, but on Thursday you realize that the big fetish events are in town this weekend. There are more men than usual at the weights in the morning. And the men are bigger, more muscular and hairier than usual. It smells of sweat and musk. The air is full of testosterone. Damn, there's more than one ass you'd like to fuck. And a number of fellows obviously wouldn't be averse either. But you won't cum until tomorrow night. You want maximum pressure on your balls. You spend the evening with leather waxes, brushes and polishing cloths. Boots, pants, jackets, shirts, harnesses… There's a hell of a lot of black leather to polish to a high shine. Your new fullsleave has healed perfectly. The new sling is hanging, the St. Andrew's cross is fitted and tomorrow morning you'll swap the cotton sheets for black leather. You are a neat freak. But planning and preparation is everything!

Today is Friday, so you can wear leather trousers to the office. The dirty jockstrap and cock ring underneath. The white button-down shirt will be changed quickly later. You don't want to waste any time.

You change in the barbershop to the cheers of the other customers. Zac takes the opportunity to trim the fur on your chest. There are already long queues outside the club. You don't care. You just walk through to the entrance. You greet the doorman with a handshake and a French kiss. He returns the favor by grabbing your bulge. Fuck, your balls are about to burst. The party can start.

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Just a lil sunshine ☀️

I’ve done lots of swimming and exercise in my life but I’ve never really put on any proper muscle, also doesn’t help that I look kinda baby faced. So I’ve always gotten a little jealous when I see pics of big burly bearded rugby players or like wrestlers and athletes who seem to ooze manliness, any chance you could do something to help ease my jealousy?

I've done a lot of swimming and sports in my life, but I've never really built muscle, and it doesn't help that I look a bit like a baby. So I'm always a little envious when I see pictures of big, strong, bearded rugby players or wrestlers and athletes who seem to be bursting with masculinity. Is there any chance you can do something to alleviate my jealousy?

There are certainly worse things than having the lean and toned body of a swimmer. But I can understand you, I myself have tried for a damn long time and in vain to develop the body of a real man. But even I somehow always remained the boyish swimmer. Let's see what we can do.

In the morning, before work, you swim your usual laps in the pool. 40 lanes of 50 meters each, the normal training. But when you get out of the pool today, you are horrified. What a shitty time! You haven't been this slow in a long time. And yet you feel in top shape! It's silly, but as punishment for the bad time, you do push-ups and burpees on the edge of the pool. Fortunately, there is hardly anyone here at this time. Officially, the pool will not open before a few minutes. But as a member of the swimming club you are allowed to enter the pool earlier. The pool attendant watches you do your exercises with a grin and asks if you've been working out more for mass lately. With your body you should have problems gliding through the water. You look down at yourself. Fuck, yeah! Your pecs have definitely gained mass. As you shower, your hands glide over your body. Feels different. Better! And especially hairier. Fuck, you really need to shave. Why actually? You like to soap your fur on your chest.

Did you make a mistake in the locker? These are not your clothes… Instead of your suit, there's a wifebeater, a boiler suit and a bomber jacket. Jockstrap and white socks. Everything is not clean anymore… Heavy work boots. Yeah, right. You have to go to the construction site now. You're a plumber. Your van is parked outside the swimming pool. Hey, it must be the chlorine, you're really crazy in the head. Or maybe you're just hungry. On the way to the construction site, you quickly get yourself a couple of meatball rolls. Yes, it's only 6:30 a.m., but you need meat now. At the construction site, it's all about rugby again. The games of the last weekend. The games of the next weekend. A colleague says that as coach of the Junior team you should be harder on his son. It would be a dream of his if you could make him as much of a stud as you are.

You like the job as a coach. But as long as you can, you'd rather be on the field yourself. But before your training starts, you do a few sit-ups to warm up. You are slowly approaching the age of 40. But you still have the body of a Greek god. You pause for a moment in your workout. Your colleague's son comes out of the clubhouse and waves to you. Horny guy. Yes, you can really take him a little harder…

Been a minute !! Hey guys!

I’ll book my plane tickets but I think I’ll be late for the morning 😂

I think I wanna spend all morning in bed- come join me?

Pretending that my muscles are still worth flexing after months of neglecting the gym 🫠

My legs are looking KILLAH today 🤭

Luckily for me I ended up in the tall guy in the cap, seems I’ve also got a couple of new friends who like the new me too.

The Solar Eclipse - Switch

You are watching the Solar Eclipse when suddenly, all of you who's watching it passed out. Then after the eclipse, you learned that everyone who witness the eclipse randomly switched bodies. The last photo you like will be your new body. Here's mine.

Let me see who you've got.