Fratulence

Jaxon had been given to Eli and Easton to be their own personal slave for an entire week as part of him pledging to Kappa Sigma. Jaxon had heard about Eli and Easton, and what he knew is that they were the dumbest and douchiest brothers in the Frat, in fact they are so dumb that it is rumored that they “do favors” to pass their classes. Even worse than being owned by two bros who are dumb as a bag of rocks and have a think they are the shit is that they have a habit of letting putrid gas rip out of their asses whenever and wherever they pleased, didn’t matter if they were in class or in bed with a hot babe, if they needed to fart they were going to. It was almost as if the two weren’t smart enough to realize that they can hold in their stink.

“Yo bro! Welcome to mi casaaaaa” Easton spoke in a deep voice, “Make yourself at home man! Mi…or well our casa is su casa too! At least for the week.” Eli proclaimed in the dumb Southern Californian accent he had. Eli turned to Easton “It gonna be so nice not having to do chores around here broooo!”, given the state of the dorm it didn't seem like either one of them had done chores here in the first place. “I only see two beds in here dude” Jaxon said to Easton, “Where am I gonna sleep?”. “Thats the best part man!” Easton snorted, “You’re gonna sleep on the floor.” Jaxon could tell this was going to be a hard week, the floor was covered in junk, trash, and foul smelling clothes that the two obviously don't even bother doing sniff tests on anymore.

“Ohhhh…greattttttt” Jaxon said through strained teeth. “Huhuh okay Jaxon since you’re ours for only a week we are gonna use you to your full potential” Eli said, “Yea man! Your blasters are gonna have to be on full throttle!” Easton added as he blasted out a fart. Eli punched his arm playfully and remarked “Huhu good one man that reeks, but we don’t want to knock out our new best bro!” Jaxon waved his hand in front of his nose as if it could do anything against the force of nature that is Easton’s fart fumes. “Huhu trust me that won’t help, anywaysss” Eli continued, “your first order is that you have to make your bed!”, “How am i supposed to do that if Im sleeping on the floor?” Jaxon pontificated. “Well we don’t want you to be uncomfy so all of our dirty clothes can be your mattress and blankets duhhh” Eli pointed out, Jaxon obliged making the smelliest bed he has ever had the misfortune of being on. Once he had made his bed the two bro’s told him “We want to go to sleep since it’s getting late so you have to sleep too so you don't wake us” Easton stated, “Oh okay! Let me just go brush my teeth an-.” Eli cut Jaxon off, “Nah I don’t think you need to brush your teeth, I mean we only do it in the morning so it's only fair that you do the same. The two frat bros breathed their foul breath in unison at Jaxon. Jaxon, barely keeping from gagging, responded with “Whatever you say” knowing that he would never get into Kappa Sigma if he fought back.

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Over the course of the next week days Jaxon was constantly running errands, doing chores, doing Eli and Easton’s homework, etc. Jaxon was getting sick of the way the room always reeked like a High School locker room and hated the fact that he was starting to smell like that too. It was Saturday and Jaxon was so excited! Tomorrow he will be free from the stench, from the two bro’s stupidity, and will be a full fledged Kappa Sigma brother. That night the two bro’s ordered a pizza and got a bunch of soda and beer to celebrate his ascension into the frat. “uuuugh I am so so full!” Jaxon said, leaning his head back. “Me too” belched out Easton, Jaxon after being around the bro’s belching and farting all week found it kinda humorous now, his humor had regressed back to middle school but he didn’t mind. In fact Jaxon didn’t mind a lot now that he had spent a week with Eli and Easton. Jaxon didn’t mind the smell of the improvised bed all too much anymore, he didn’t mind doing all of Eli and Easton’s work, and he didn’t mind the farts anymore, the weak ones that is. He even started farting loudly in public just like them. “It’s been so fun having you here to do whatever we want man! We are gonna miss your servitude!” Eli said, “Yea man! Me and Eli were talking about it and we have one last thing we want to give to you!” Easton said excitedly, “It’s a surprise tho! So you gotta close your eyes!”. Jaxon, not wanting to not get the gift or insult them by not following their orders this last night did as he was told. Jaxon could hear the two shuffling around and Eli moved him from where he originally was in the dorm to right beside Eli’s bed. Still keeping his eyes closed he began to smell something rotten, it smelled like fermented cheese and unwashed ass. “One…Two…” he could hear them say in unison, “THREE” and all of a sudden he was met with a face full of ass fumes straight from the gassy bro bums. After what felt like a full minute, Eli and Easton’s putrefying butt vapors finally ceased. Jaxon sat there without saying a word. Inside his head the miasma of stink eliminated all higher thinking, Jax within a few seconds turned from a decently bright finance bro, to a bro dumber than a bag of rocks. Jax’s only future now would be as a janitor or something else of that nature. Jax’s memories were also being warped by the fumes, his strict heterosexuality loosening its grip became bisexuality as Jax began to have memories of sleeping with the other guys on the soccer team. All of his intellectual capacity and memories became one with the fart funk floating around in his head, but that cloud needed to go somewhere… As Eli and Easton began a second round of farts right into Jax’s face, Jax’s butt trumpet began to add to the symphony of flatulence. Just like that Jax essentially farted out his brain into a malodorous mist. Jaxon was gone, just a foul smell in a litany of foul smells in the room, all that remained was Jax, the dumb, gassy, bisexual frat bro. “Broooooooo” Jax moaned, “…That…was…SO RAD!” he said as his brain flickered back to life.

Jax, Eli, and Easton all became inseparable frat brothers, they had class together, they ate together, they played video games together, they jerked off together, and they fucked each other. But most importantly they farted together, constantly farting. No one would sit near them in the dining hall or in a single class due to the corrupting haze of gas that constantly surrounded the three. The three frat bros moved out to all live together, moving out of the cramped dorm room and into an off campus apartment. Jax’s fate continued to befall every guy who resided in that room, the FRATulence kept making the brilliant college students into dumb gassy bros, ready to add their own fart flavor to the room before they dropped out. “Rumor has it that the FRATulence has been absorbed into the carpet, mattresses, pillows, etc. But thats just some weird dumb story to keep this room empty I guess” Your RA told you when you moving in to the room with your roomie, “The rumors at this school are so weird man…” he commented. After he left your room, you and your roommate went back to unpacking and you yelled him as the funk of your roommate’s blundering fart filled your nostrils, “DUDE! You’re really gonna let one rip in here after that dumb story!” Soon you and your roommate are gonna leave your mark on this school, or at least on some poor pledges nose.

I am Chris Albanese. Self-made billionaire, ravenous businessman and pussyhunter.

I am the best businessman to ever exist, the world basically belongs to me. If someone doesn’t act like I want them to, I can pay them off, pay someone to off them, or do it the old fashion way by wielding my fists.

You see, I used to be a sportsman. A boxer, to be precise. However, unlike my dimwitted adversaries, I knew how to use that to my advantage. I used sports as a way to gain some quick bucks and gain fame, and when finally a business venture extracting lithium in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, I jumped on it and finally ended that dumb career hitting people for other’s excitement.

However, it’s not as if everything was smooth sailing…

Today was a very bad day. It started with a demonstration in front of my building, with those wokes saying that I am complacent in the bloody civil war in the DRC. I mean, I don’t care about those Congolese, I’m just extracting lithium and selling it at high prices ! Those wokes will always find a reason to hate hard-working people.

But after that, I got complaints that my employees are over-worked and under-payed, and that they threaten a strike ! I fired a few of those so it’s okay, but then I get told that the shareholders believe that I don’t take enough advantage of the electric vehicle boom, and that my management is unsatisfactory ! Don’t they understand that those “green politics” will just explode on their faces and that I’ll have to pay for “mismanagement” ? Those fuckers…

When I get home, I decide to call my pussy... I mean, my third wife, but let’s call things what they really are. I need to unwind a bit, after all.

When she comes to my penthouse, she goes off on me about how she was busy, and how I just call her when I want her but I’m never here when she wants me. Women, am I right ? So I just shut her up with a new Gucci bag, and start undressing. She watches me as I undo the buttons of my suit, revealing the manly coat of hair I possess. But as I fling my top across to the couch, she dares to tell me :

“You know, Chris, you gained a bit of weight since the last time we had fun… You should really start working out again, you know, like when you actually did sports.”

Although she was telling me that with a look of concern and of lust, my anger was so built up since the beginning of the day that I just went off on her.

“What, do you want me to be a moron that can only punch others ? That is better than the piece of hotness you have in front of you ? I’m rich, I’m powerful, I’m the best person in all of humankind, and this is what you tell me ? That I should be ‘taking care of myself’ ? I’m taking care of myself just fine !

- Chris, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, I’m just worried for you…” I cut her.

- You wretched woman, don’t say lies, I know you’re just not happy with hunting just one guy ! You sluts are all the same ! You come here saying ‘oh no, I’m so busy buying clothes’ and ‘you should work out and do everything I say’ and expect me to do nothing ? To listen to your orders ? I’m fucking Chris Albanese ! The best man on Earth ! You fucking greedy slut, you’re fired !”

She looked at me with weird eyes, as if I said something that didn’t make sense.

“You… fire... me ? You- You know I’m your wife, not your employee !”

She looked at me with pleading eyes, trying to seduce me out of firing me. Sluts are all the same, I tell you !

“Well, you’ve heard me nice and clear, you’re fired ! And never dare cross my path again, else I sue you for harassment !”

Utterly bewildered, she took her things – including her new bag, that greedy bastard – and started going, when she told me, with a shaky voice :

“You’re going to regret this, Chris !”

And then, she slammed the door. Good riddance, I think, but that doesn’t get rid of my tension.

After scratching my head for a small while, I decide that the best course of action is to offer her the possibility to buy her position back with “actions”. Smiling, I go to the door to announce to her the good news, when I suddenly get a headache.

I stumble and take support on the kitchen counter. Where did that come from ? My head feels so bad, it might as well be about to explode ! What was I thinking about ? Yeah, something about a person I needed to meet with… but whom ?

Another ache, this time on my stomach. As I breathe in, I feel something working in my stomach, and as I breath out, I have the impression that my stomach goes farther than it used to.

It continues for a while as another ache, this time in my legs, hits. I feel weird cramps in them, as if I had just done leg day and was suffering through its consequences. I fall down harder, not able to support myself on my legs, but am able to break the fall with my arms.

Just as I do that, I feel my arms get those similar cramps, and I just fall flat, aching everywhere. As my eyes are on the same level as the floor, I notice that it seems a bit dirty. Has my maid not done a good job ? She’s fired ! ...

… Who’s fired ? I can’t quite remember… Ugh… I should really clean my floor, it’s so very dirty, a ton of dust, and a ton of sweat…

Sweat ? I look down at my expensive suit pants, and only find sweaty sweatpants… and hairless abs. They’re also quite sweaty… Yeah, makes sense, since I was working out just now ! … … What ?

I stand back up. What has just happened ? I don’t work out anymore, yet I’m convinced that I just finished working out. Plus I have the biggest headache, like I’m forgetting something important…

I pace around, my body aching less and less, and feeling more and more pumped up. I also feel my hairless face and body… I feel as if I’m missing something very important. Then, suddenly, it jumps out to me.

The coach ! I’m late for my next match !

I run through my dingy flat to take a track suit and run to the boxing club. On the way there, I feel as if something is intensely wrong. As if I’m not supposed to be in the boxing club, as if I’m not supposed to be in a dingy flat, as if I’m not supposed to be in a good shape… yet I can’t quite put my finger on it, still having that headache preventing me from thinking normally.

When I arrive, coach berates me as he leads me to the locker room to prepare myself. When I’m ready, I go to face off against my adversary.

When I enter the ring, young women cry of joy, and between them, I see a very beautiful one that seems weirdly familiar… but she’s not really my type, she’s too old for little young me.

Me and my adversary fight for a while until I’m put K.O., and as the referee starts counting. But as I try all I might to get up, I see my adversary on top of me, acting all dominantly. And then the most surreal thing happens.

I get a hard-on.

Desperate Gamble

Lewis ran his hand through his unkempt, long blond hair, the weight of desperation settling in his tired eyes. He had lost his job, and the mountain of unpaid bills loomed over him like a dark cloud. Determined to turn his luck around, he made his way to the casino, hoping for a miracle. As he settled in front of the slot machines, he felt a glimmer of hope dwindling away with each spin of the reels.

Empty pockets and desperation drove him deeper into despair. That's when he caught the gaze of a sharply dressed man, Natas. "You look like you could use a win," Natas said, his voice smooth as silk. Lewis forced a weary smile. "I've already lost everything. It's too late for me." But Natas offered him a lifeline, a handful of chips to try his luck at roulette. "Keep the winnings for yourself. But if luck turns, I get to change something about you," Natas proposed, a smirk playing on his lips.

Desperation mixed with curiosity, Lewis accepted the chips and moved to the roulette table, filled with apprehension about Natas' vague terms. As the wheel spun, a spark of hope flickered in Lewis' eyes. He won the first two rounds, his spirits lifted. Yet, as the wheel stopped on the wrong number, Natas intervened. Lewis' long hair vanished, replaced by a neat faded cut.

His reflection showed a stranger in the mirror, but the thrill of victory outweighed his unease. Natas commented, "You look a little more well-groomed now," as Lewis racked up more wins. However, as luck ebbed and flowed, Lewis lost another round, and Natas changed his clothes, transforming his casual t-shirt into a crisp, unbuttoned shirt.

"Much better," Natas remarked, a glint of amusement in his eyes. With each victory, Lewis felt a new surge of hope, until the next loss resulted in a drastic change. His entire body morphed, becoming younger and more athletic.

Natas observed, "What a handsome devil you are now." Despite his unease about Natas' unpredictable alterations, the thought of erasing his debts fueled Lewis' resolve. He played on, ignoring the nagging fear brewing within him. Then with another loss, Lewis was taken aback to find a curly brown hair sprouting on his scalp. It was an odd change, but he found himself oddly comforted by the familiarity of his hair quirks. Another loss besieged him, and with it came a sudden eruption of beard hair that covered him like an untamed wilderness.

He found some semblance of peace and was convinced that Natas had run out of new ideas and a smile tugged at his lips. After all, what more could Natas possibly change about him? A curly hair and a beard, he thought wryly. It seemed frivolous and, frankly, amusing. As he continued his winning streak, a glimmer of hope danced in his eyes. Perhaps, just perhaps, he could finally clear his suffocating debts. However, the relentless whims of fate had other plans and Natas was far from done with his cruel game.

The next loss swiftly changed Lewis' appearance once again. This time, he found himself clad in a tuxedo, the sharp lines and tailored precision a far cry from the chaotic jumble of curly hair that had covered his sculp moments before.

Natas remarked: "You're more of a classic type. The tuxedo and the buzz cut suits you,"

And with the next loss, the tailored tuxedo morphed into a classic tailcoat. The beard was gone, replaced by the clean lines of the tailcoat, disturbingly polished and refined.

Natas' smug satisfaction was palpable as he remarked, "You look like a sophisticated servant in a tailcoat. I like that!” His eyes glittered with a mocking expression that betrayed unspeakable amusement. It felt like being stripped of an armor that had been forged from sheer desperation. It was a strange spectacle, Lewis mused, as the weight of his debts and Natas' twisted game bore down on him. The classic tailcoat now clung to him like a haunting specter of the changes that had befallen him. He felt like a marionette, herded along by the whims of an unseen force, the fabric clinging close like a whisper from a forgotten time.

Euphoria clawed at Lewis as the stakes rose. He was close to ridding himself of his debts, the  question of what Natas might alter next became a distant thought. As the wheel slowed to a stop, Lewis lost once more, and Natas' next change left him reeling. A sharp pain seared through Lewis, and in an instant, he was circumcised. Natas' chilling words pierced through Lewis, "You shouldn't hide anything from me, not even your glans under your foreskin." Shaken to the core, Lewis struggled with mounting terror, but the specter of his debts loomed larger. Pushing his fear down, he steeled himself to continue, knowing he was only a few wins away from financial freedom.

However, this time, the ball landed on the wrong number, and Natas' eyes twinkled with a devious delight. Lewis's pulse quickened, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach as he awaited the next change. But nothing happened. Confusion etched lines into his forehead as he turned to Natas. "Why... why didn't you change anything?" Natas' grin widened as he leaned in, his voice dripping with wicked amusement. "Ah, my dear Lewis, sometimes the greatest changes are not physical but rather... internal." Lewis's gaze hardened with a flicker of trepidation as he absorbed Natas' words. "What do you mean, internal?" Natas' eyes gleamed with a sinister glint as he began to explain. "You see, my friend, this time I didn't change your appearance. Instead, I made a change to your very essence, your soul, your... personality." An icy jolt of fear shot through Lewis' veins. His breath caught in his chest as the gravity of Natas' words sank in. "What did you do to me?" Natas let out a throaty chuckle, relishing in Lewis' disconcerted state. "You are now my loyal servant, my dear Lewis," Natas said, savoring every word. "And from now on, you shall pronounce my name the right way round. I am Satan, and you are Siwel."

Lewis' heart thundered in his chest, and a chill crept down his spine. The weight of Natas's proclamation shattered Lewis' hopes and imprisoned him in an unfathomable terror. "No, this can't be happening. I won't be... Siwel." Lewis’ mouth twisted into a desperate plea. "Please, don't do this. I beg you," he implored, his voice laced with desperation. "There must be an alternate path. I can't be tethered to this... this servitude." Satan smirked, an eerie satisfaction twisting his features. "But where has your freedom led you, Siwel? Bereft of purpose, shackled by debts. Your existence is an aimless spiral." Lewis grappled with the turmoil in his heart, the stinging tendrils of despair clawing at his resolve. "I beg of you, grant me a second chance. Release me from this servitude," he pleaded, his voice wrought with anguish. Satan's eyes glittered with malevolent amusement, but he could sense the desperation in Lewis' words. "Very well, a gamble then," Satan proposed, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "The next round will be the decisive one. If you win, you will be free to leave and return to your former self. However, if you lose, you will become my servant in every sense, including a change in your sexual orientation." Lewis' stomach twisted in knots, and a conflict raged within him. As the wheel spun, Lewi's thoughts whirled with indecision. His old life had been marred by despair and debt, while his new existence under Satan's tyranny offered a semblance of purpose, albeit twisted and vile. The thought of giving in to Satan's dark whims filled him with fear, but the prospect of returning to his old life was also grim. A daring impulse seized Lewis, and as the ball spiraled in the roulette wheel, he delved into the depths of his tumultuous mind. Surrendering to the chaos within, he let the ball roll and just as it neared a stop, he reached out and grabbed the ball and said with a cocky grin, "I think I've lost now!"

Satan's eyes flashed with dark glee, a cruel satisfaction washing over his features. "You seem to like balls," he remarked, reveling in Siwel's new fate. "From now on, you shall be a croupier in the casino, seducing people into gambling and addiction. And you'll offer your own balls for play, for both men and women alike." Siwel got horny by the thought that strangers play with his balls and he felt the shackles of his former self disintegrate with a  sensation of numb respite. "Yes, Satan," he murmured, inundated by a tide of delectable submission. "Thank you for this...refined purpose."

The sultry chuckle of Satan echoed through the dimly lit casino, sending a shiver of anticipation down Siwel's spine. The once-desperate man had transformed into a willing participant in Satan's twisted game, his heart pounding with a newfound exhilaration. As he stood before his master, a strange fusion of euphoria and apprehension coursed through him. "Satan, I'm grateful for the purpose you've bestowed upon me," Siwel began, his voice tinged with a mixture of fervor and trepidation. "I am eager to embrace my role as a croupier and seduce patrons into the vices of gambling and addiction." Satan's eyes glimmered with malevolent satisfaction. "Ah, Siwel, you understand the extent of your newfound purpose. Your willingness to indulge the desires of others will pave the way for their descent into the depths of temptation." Siwel's gaze drifted to the opulent surroundings of the casino, a haven for both decadence and despair. "I shall become the harbinger of their vices, an instrument of allure and enticement to beckon them further into the labyrinth of their own desires." Satan's lips curled into a sinister smile. "And do not forget, my devoted servant, that you offer your own allure as well. Your charismatic appeal will entice both men and women, binding them to the tantalizing allure of the game." Siwel's heart quickened at the prospect, a strange sense of purpose intertwining with his impending subservience. "I am ready to embrace this role wholeheartedly. Through temptation and allure, I shall ensnare their souls, binding them to the fate that I now willingly serve."

Days turned into endless nights, and Siwel was consumed by the intoxicating waltz of temptation and seduction. As he drifted through the hallowed halls of the casino, he became the embodiment of desire itself, a siren beckoning unwitting patrons into a turbulent sea of addiction and longing. One fateful eve, as the chimes of the roulette wheel reverberated through the casino, Satan's piercing gaze met Siwel's as the master of temptation approached his devoted servant. "Siwel, your dedication to the seductive arts has not gone unnoticed," Satan purred, his voice dripping with malevolent allure. "Your willingness to draw others into the enthralling web of temptation shall serve as a testament to your newfound devotion." Siwel's pulse quickened with a strange mixture of complicity and longing. "I embrace this role with every fiber of my being, eager to ensnare those who dare to test the boundaries of their desires." As the nights bled into each other, Siwel's spirit was consumed by the inferno of his newfound allure, a passion burgeoning within him that blurred the line between devotion and subservience.

On a moonlit night, amid the haunting melody of the casino's symphony, Satan approached Siwel once more. "Do you realize, Siwel, that to me, you are little more than a slot machine—an object to indulge the desires of those who dare to seek out their temptations."

Siwel's lips curved into a smile, a strange sense of excitement blossoming in his heart. "You have objectified me, my master, and yet, I have found a purpose in your bewitching design. Through the allure of temptation, I have become a vassal to the desires of those who revel in the tapestry of their vices." Satan's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he beheld his devoted servant. "Your unwavering submission to the art of temptation is a testament to the mastery of your newfound purpose. Embrace the allure that envelops you, Siwel, and surrender to the symphony of enticement that binds you to the very essence of their desires." Lewis has become a living embodiment of his sinister master's command: An object of indomitable attraction, subservience and desire.

Read Part 1 here

"Ben is in the gym now, he's talking about going to Walmart after that,"

"Let's go wait for him in Walmart parking lot then," said Casey as he thrown the car key to Ethan who caught it with ease as they decided to go right away. But even before they can open the door, several knocks came from the other side

"Yo Ethan, you in there? Are you fucking asleep?" said a deep and intimidating voice, but clearly he's not alone as someone can be heard mumbling in the background

"That's the twins. I just remembered about tonight's meeting to discuss on the O-week and how we are going to plan this year's Pledge Day,"

"Well, the prey just walked right to the predator's mouth, huh?" Said Casey with a smirk as he told Ethan to step away and hid behind the door as he opened the door instead

As Ethan said, it's the twins and they looked imposing as fuck as they loomed 7 inches taller than Ethan. They looked down at him after they quickly make a quick scan of the room and realizing that Ethan is nowhere to be found inside the 5 x 5 dorm.

"Where the fuck's Ethan, dweeb? Is his horny ass dicking down Lila or something?"

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that. Please, just walk in and make yourself comfortable first," Casey said with a smirk as the twins voluntarily walked into the dorm room.

They quicky then sit themselves down on the couple of chairs strewn around the room while finally realizing that Ethan is hiding behind the door.

Yet, they just don't remember why on Earth they even come all the way down here or why they should care about the hiding Ethan

"Okay roidheads. You'll feel extra comfy the longer you listen to me speaking. So comfy, all the noise around you blocked out and you can only hear my voice and you can only see me. So comfy like warm shower washing away your soreness after your intense workout and calming your muscle down. So comfy like you are a pair of little boys hugged by your mother after downing warm chocolate milk before you two.....sleep," and with that, the twins fall asleep in instance while sitting down, their head hung low and they quickly started to snore

"So, everything I said here is the truth and everytime the word roidheads mentioned, everything you have in your mind will take a step back as you two will solely remember the fact that I'm your Master and what I said is an order to be fulfilled and not a request. Obeying me and making me happy is the ultimate goal for you two, so whatever I said, you two will take it as an order you cannot deny. Failed to do so will bring unimaginable pain for you and the only way to relieve yourself would be begging for my mercy and forgiveness. Only after I forgive you two then you two will feel relieved, do you two roidheads understand?"

"Yes Master Casey, we understand,"

Casey then smirked a mischievous smile as he realized that he can still do whatever he want while the brothers' mind are still in malleable state. So he then followed up his previous statement,

"You two roidheads can read each other's mind and synchronize your action in accordance to that as a pair of twin. The bonding you two created between each other ever since you have your wet dreams is undeniably strong, especially with the fact that in yall first wet dreams, you two dreamed of each other. It's been a habit for you two to beat the shit out of each other's meat everytime you two could with those blurry nights now come to the surface and yall remember all those nights of playing games turned into you pummelling your hard raging cocks to your own twins slutty mouth. Ever since uni days, the intensity just increased even more with you two practically fucking each other's asses every night under the warm shower of the gym while you two still reeked with sweat from the intense workout you two pulled off every night. Yall always tried to keep it on the down low with the muffled groan and the hushes plus the occasional fuck with girls you two claimed as your girlfriend. Yall also never skipped to reassure the others after spilling cum into each other's hole the classic "No Homo". But being a narcissistic alpha douchebag that you two are, nothing screamed more of it other than fucking your own twins as they are the splitting image of yourselves,"

The twins cock hardened while they are still sleeping under Casey's control, and not even 10 seconds later their pants soiled as the burst of newly implanted memories filled their mind and corrupted all the original one filled with classic brotherly love into one laced with homosexual desires towards each other. Feeling satisfied, Casey then said

"Okay roidheads, when I said for you two to wake up, you'll wake up, act normal and head back to the frat house. You'll tell the other frat bros to wait until Ben comes back and if someone asked about Ethan, just say that he will come, understand?

"Yes Master Casey,"

"Okay then, awake,"

And as if nothing happened, the twin just briskly left the dorm room and walk back to the frat house, the two of them confused on why on Earth their pants soaked wet and what happened to them, but they don't really wanna think about it as they probably just fucked each other or something, they both simultaneously thought. As the coast is finally clear, Casey then said again

"Let's fucking go then, we can't miss Ben,"

Ethan just nodded meekly as he walked behind Casey Master while trying to hide his raging erection after witnessing Master's masterful control of the twin. The imposing twin just turned into mere dolls with no self-control as Master planted all this ideas and thoughts into their malleable mind and they simply accepted that as a truth with zero resistance showed. He's so blessed to be able to witness all of it and he's curious on what his Master stored in his sleeve for Ben

Image Description: The "I bring a sort of X vibe to X that X don't really like" edited to say "I bring a sort of all these rules are made up vibe to sexuality and gender that exclusionists don't really like"

Oh how the tables have turned

Midnight

(Halloween Special)

It was October 31st and the evening was fast approaching. The sun was already beginning to set and pretty soon all the Halloween action was about to begin. Action that typically ranged from trick or treating to spooky house parties. Garret was planning on heading to the latter.

He’d meant to find himself a costume of sorts to wear but between work and dedicating a big chunk of his free time to the gym, working to maintain all the thick muscle he’d built, he’d found himself without anything interesting to wear. He knew most of his college frat buddies would be there and they’d almost certainly be dressing up in some way or another so he didn’t want to be seen as the boring one of the group. But what the hell could he wear? He didn’t really want to because it’d probably look terrible but at this point he’d more or less accepted that he’d just have to buy something cheap from the shop up the road. If anything they could at least have a laugh over how bad his costume was.

Just as the jock went to step out outside however, he was greeted by a pumpkin sat on his doorstep. But this wasn’t just any pumpkin. There was a silly rumour that went around town that there was a cursed pumpkin head that had some strange untold powers on Halloween night. People had reported seeing it just showing up out of nowhere in the street or near houses. Always the exact same pumpkin. Same shape. Same carving. Everything. But Garret didn’t believe it of course. Who the hell would believe a stupid rumour like that? His only guess was that it had to be someone around town trying to mess with him.

He was about to ignore it but then an idea struck him. He picked up the pumpkin to see that it already had a hole in the bottom and was perfectly hollowed out. Honestly he couldn’t even tell if it was real or fake. Regardless he figured showing up to the party with a ‘cursed’ pumpkin on his head would get a few laughs out of people while also saving him a trip to the shop. And so he shrugged before turning and heading back inside, pumpkin in hand.

Garret later sat debating with himself over something. He had a great idea for how exactly he could show up to the party but would it be too much he wondered? Nahhhhh. And so he proceeded to pull off the t-shirt and sweatpants he’d been wearing before grabbing another pair of rather skimpy underwear to put on. Now his thick jock body was on full display in all its glory. Those bulging biceps, watermelon sized pecs and those tree trunks he called legs. And to top it all off he slid the pumpkin on his head before strutting over to a mirror to take a look.

“Fuuuuck yeah baby! The chicks at this party are gonna love this!” He claimed boldly while giving his reflection a quick flex. “Yeahhhhh… they ain’t gonna be able to resist all this.” He chuckled to himself while thrusting his hips slightly, hoping to have a hot bitch on his dick by the end of the night.

The party wasn’t for a couple hours yet as it started at 11pm yet for some reason Garret didn’t feel like taking the pumpkin head off. Something about it felt weirdly… comfortable? He didn’t really think too much of it really and at one point almost forgot it was on his head. But soon enough 11pm was fast approaching and all of the trick or treaters had gone home so now was the time. Garret grabbed a coat and slung it on before stepping outside into the cool autumn night and starting his walk towards the party.

As soon as he arrived his bros welcomed him in, all laughing over the so-called ‘cursed pumpkin’ he was wearing. Those laughs quickly turned to cheers and whistles however as he soon threw off his coat to reveal his bare torso. His hunky body out for all to see. He immediately had the girls and gays drooling while even those that weren’t into guys couldn’t help admitting he had a damn good body.

From there on the party raged for the next hour. Dancing, laughing and all sorts of party shenanigans going down. Garret had even noticed a few hot babes that’d been checking him out much to his delight, causing his cocky grin to widen beneath the pumpkin head. Speaking of which he’d hardly removed the pumpkin even since arriving. He’d only taken it off once or twice momentarily to have a drink here and there before slipping it right back on. Once again though he didn’t think much of it. It was his costume after all. If he didn’t wear the pumpkin then he was pretty much just an almost dude in skimpy underwear. At least that’s what he told himself.

The clocks ticked closer and closer to midnight and as they did Garret began to get a weird feeling that he couldn’t describe. A mix of emotions like excitement, joy and anticipation. Only these emotions felt… second hand almost. Like they weren’t his own. As strange as it was he simply convinced himself that he was just a bit tipsy from the beer he’d been drinking.

However the second it turned midnight, an inexplicable feeling washed over Garret. He began to feel dizzy as everything around him began to blur.

“Bro… what the fuuuuuuuuckkk…” Garret groaned.

The crowd didn’t seem to notice much due to all the dancing and excitement of the party. That is until out of nowhere Garret’s entire body began to convulse. Strong muscles jiggling as his body shook uncontrollably. So much so that a handful of people couldn’t help noticing.

“Garret? Come on, we know that thing isn’t actually cursed. Stop being an idiot.” One of his mates said from behind as he watched on at the hunk’s shaking body.

The man was about to say something else when suddenly the convulsions stopped and Garret stood still once again. Only now he seemed a little dazed as he caught his balance after nearly falling over. He immediately began looking down at himself as best he could with the pumpkin head on. Touching his torso in a half curious, half sexual manner. More and more people began to notice this in small glances. Seeing at the dumb party jock started to feel himself up a little in the middle of the dance floor.

“Yo Garret! What’re you doing bro?” Another one of the dudes at the party asked.

Immediately after the hunk began to take notice of all the eyes on him now.

“Oh! Uhh…” He coughed a few times as if he weren’t used to his own voice. “I just… wanted everyone to know how uhhh… fuckin hot I am. Bro.” Garret stumbled with his words awkwardly. Even the way he said ‘Bro’ sounded foreign.

Immediately after Garret excused himself from the floor where everyone was dancing. He pushed his way through the crowd and as he did some people couldn’t help noticing the way that he moved. It was as if he wasn’t used to his own weight and size. Not to mention how strange his stride was. He was stumbling over himself slightly while subtly trying to adjust his bulge as if he weren’t used to the cock and balls between his massive thighs.

Eventually Garret managed to make his way to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. The jock walked over towards the mirror and took a long deep breath. “Finally…” he mumbled before grabbing the pumpkin and slowly slipping it off his head.

Upon seeing his reflection Garret couldn’t help grinning. “Holy shit... I’m-… I’m a fucking hunk!” He exclaimed with glee upon getting a good look at not only his body but his handsome face as well.

“God I was stuck inside that pumpkin for so long…Not being able to move, touch, smell or taste. I was starting to go insane.” He said as he touched his face curiously. “Sorry bro but it’s your turn now.” He smirked, looking at the pumpkin head now sat on the counter next to the sink.

Little had Garret known that the curse on the pumpkin head was most certainly real despite his skepticism. Every Halloween when the pumpkin gains its powers it will appear to someone it deems fit who will feel subtly compelled to wear it. However the person wearing the pumpkin when midnight rolls around will have their soul trapped inside it! In turn whoever was last trapped inside the pumpkin will gain the take over the body instead.

Last Halloween the pumpkin appeared to a young woman named Kim. Just like Garret she ended up wearing it and come midnight the soul that’d been previously trapped in the pumpkin stole her body and trapped her inside it. Since then she’d been trapped in this strange cursed pumpkin. She had the ability to teleport around but she found that she was completely invisible to the world. It was torture. All the while a stranger was enjoying her body. That is until Halloween finally rolled around again and suddenly she was visible once more. Luckily she’d been watching a certain young jock a lot recently. The type she would’ve been into before. Garret. That’s when it all clicked. Now was her chance to get a new body. And so she made sure to show up on Garret’s doorstep and the rest is history.

Kim’s manly new hands began to explore her new body. “Holy fuuuck. I can’t believe I’m actually a man!” She exclaimed, still in awe at her new masculine body. “It feels so different. Everything from the shape to the proportions. It’s all so weird.” She continued as he felt around her hips and waist. Running her hands along her new abs with a lustful curiosity. “Mmmm it feels goooood though.”

Her smirk grew even wider as she brought her hands up towards her chest. Without a second thought she cupped her massive new pecs in her hands, hefting them a little much to her own joy. “God these tits are even bigger than my old ones.” She laughed while giving her pecs a good grope. That’s when an idea hit her. “I wonder if I can…” She took a small step back and focused on her chest. It took about a minute or so to figure it out but, thanks to muscle memory, pretty soon she was bouncing her pecs in the mirror! “Fuck that is HOT!” She said with Garret’s slightly dumb sounding jock voice. A voice that she was quickly growing to love.

She wanted to continue admiring her new muscular form but was quickly interrupted by a growing tightness in her groin. “Oh- Jesus that’s… fuck.” Kim muttered to herself as she looked down to see her new bulge growing bigger. She reached down somewhat hesitantly before placing a curious hand on it. She gently ran her hand along the hardening outline of her new cock as it pulsed bigger with excitement. “Wow… so that’s what it feels like huh? It’s so-Mmph” She grunted as he gave her manhood a quick squeeze or two. “So stiff… how the hell do guys walk around with these things between their legs? It was weird enough moving around when it was limp.” She continued while squeezing it a few more times and rubbing her hand back and forth along the outline, shuddering slightly with delight as she did. “Oh god it feels good though…”

The real Garret could only watch on completely helpless as the woman who stole his powerful body began to slide his skimpy underwear down. It was a nightmare! He was praying that any second now he was gonna wake up and that this was all some sort of crazy dream. Unfortunately for him however, this was indeed reality.

As soon as she slipped off the underwear, Kim’s new cock practically jumped out at her. Smacking her abdomen before standing out in front of her at full salute. “Shhhiiiitttt Bro!” She said, imitating Garret’s jock attitude. “This thing feels like a metal rod!” She commented as she took the fat cock in her hand. It was thick and long, perfectly shaped and not to mention sensitive as Kim was quickly finding out. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a deep grunt as she stroked her new dick a couple of times. The sensation of which felt mind blowing to her.

“Oh god okay. This could just be my new man brain talking but now I understand why dudes always wanna fuck.” She smacked her chick against her hand a few times and that sent a small shiver up her body. “I just wanna stick this thing in any hot hole I can find.” Kim added before thrusting her hips slightly just as Garret had been doing earlier that day. “Jeez… I’ve only been in this body for 10 minutes and I’m already acting like a dude.” She chuckled. Though she had to admit the idea of that was hot as fuck. Not only stealing Garret’s jock body but then also acting like a dumb horny bro as well. Something about that was only making her dick harder.

After which her hand moved just a tad bit lower towards her balls. Her fat, full jock balls. She couldn’t quite explain it but something about holding them in her hand made her feel… comfortable? And the feeling of swinging them between her legs even made her feel more confident in a strange way. Like they were a literal source of pride. “I can’t believe there’s cum inside these things…”

What followed was a scene of Kim showing off to herself in the mirror like an absolute man whore. She particularly enjoyed flexing her now massive biceps, the sight of which was driving her crazy with lust. “Fuck yeahhh! I feel so fucking huge and powerful! I always wondered how jacked dudes felt having giant fucking muscles like this.” She relished in the immense strength she felt flowing through her arms as she flexed them. Even keeping her left arm flexed as he used her right to jerk off her new cock some more to her own reflection.

“And these legs?! Jesus I could probably crush a melon between these thighs.” She ran a hand down the massive trunks, flexing them a little as she admired her thick quads and strong calves which led down to a pair of feet that were easily 4 sizes bigger than the ones she’d had a year ago. However this then caused her hands to wander towards her backside and immediately upon groping it she couldn’t stop herself from turning around to take a look in the mirror. “And I’ve got a jock butt!” She wailed, letting out her more feminine side for a second before inspecting it some more. Her hands cupped the large muscular globes from below before jiggling them, allowing the reflection of it to captivate her. A buff straight jock jiggling his ass towards a mirror. It was perfect.

Speaking of which, as Kim continued to jerk her cock, she began to notice Garret’s sexuality setting in. Part of her had been expecting this. She knew Garret was straight from what she’d seen so she was expecting to become straight as well. Only… that’s not what happened. Not only had she been enjoying her own body way too much for a straight man but she also found the idea of getting to use her new manly form to hook up with other dudes to be insanely hot! Yet despite that she couldn’t help thinking about tits and pussy as well just like a straight guy. All of it was hot!

That’s when it hit her. Garret wasn’t straight. He was Bi! He must’ve hidden that gay side out of fear of being seen differently. Perhaps just finding it easier to fit into that social norm of being a straight guy. But secretly he’d always wanted to fuck other dudes ass’ just as much as he did pussy. Maybe even more so. And now Kim did as well.

By this point Kim had completely given in to his new cock. Jerking it off obsessively while continuing to admire his reflection. Not much of a surprise considering he’d never dealt with one before, making it easy for him to fall into the temptation of it all. The feeling of having something long and hard between his legs that could penetrate someone was exhilarating. Just the thought of slipping it inside someone had his mind reeling. Being able to thrust in and out of someone and completely dominate them with his strength and size. Hell, even the thought of someone doing that to him right now was making him horny. Another dude slamming his cock into his jock butt. He could finally find out if the male g-spot really felt as good as everyone says.

“OH FUCKK!” Kim shouted as he continued jerking his dick furiously. All the while continuing the flex and pec bounce. “I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA- GAUHHHHHHHHHH!” He roared before doing exactly that. He let go of his dick and quickly tossed both arms up into a double bicep flex as an eruption of cum exploded from his cock. Thick heavy ropes of ball batter splashed across the mirror before Kim intentionally turned to face the pumpkin as he shot another rope. Cum splattered across the pumpkin, coating the real Garret in his own seed as he’s forced to watch helplessly as his former body unloads. “FUCKKK BROOOOO!”

It took Kim a few minutes to catch his breath after that. “That… was… amazing…” He claimed between heavy breathes as he basked in the afterglow of his first male orgasm. He had to admit it felt rather different from the female orgasms he’d been used to before but it felt just as incredible. Just the feeling of firing that milky white substance from his cock was euphoric.

Once Kim had a chance to catch his bearings a bit, he started to clean up a little. Quickly wiping up most of the cum including what had gotten on the pumpkin. He had a little fun playing with soft dick, loving how cute it looked now it’s shrunk down to its flaccid and far less intimidating size. After which he grabbed Garret’s underwear again and pulled them back up quickly.

“Wow… this face is just… wow.” he commented as he stared back into the mirror once again, getting right up close to it this time. It was so different to the face he’d had originally. His features were so much sharper and deeper. His jaw was wider. His eyes were more… piercing? At least with his hair being so short now it should be a lot easier to maintain. And the beard! God he loved the beard. Something about it just made him feel that much more manly. He always loved a man with a bit of facial hair and now he was one. Overall he just adored the masculine look to it. It was as if he’d become the very object of his desire. A complete fucking hunk.

“I’ll tell you what Garret, I think I'm gonna love being you.” he said to the pumpkin. “I’m hot and jacked but most of all, I’m a man!” Kim grinned. “No more periods, no more pregnancy worries and no more bullshit expectations women have to live up to. Instead I get to have huge muscles and a fat cock that I can use to dump a load into any hole I want and most of all I get a whole lot male privilege.” he reached down and grabbed his bulge with a sly grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to keep this body in good shape.” he promised having already felt a strange urge to lift and workout upon taking this body. “Hey, there’s always next Halloween. Maybe then you’ll be able to find a new body just like me.” he half taunted him.

Just then there was a loud knock on the door. “GARRET?! YOU IN THERE? HURRY UP DUDE!” Someone shouted from the other side.

“Shit. Better get back out there. Let’s hope I can get used to walking with a dick and balls before people start asking questions.” The new Garret laughed while picking the pumpkin back up. “Hope you don’t mind if I use you for the rest of the party. You’re kinda my costume.” He chuckled before slipping the cursed pumpkin back on his head.

And with that Garret stumbled his way out of the bathroom and into the party once more where he would continue to mingle with the other guests. None of which had any clue as to what had gone down. And soon enough he’d toss aside the memories of his former life as a woman to truly integrate himself into this new life flawlessly. The life of a hot jock bro who’s only cares in the world are fucking and getting even more swole. Only now that life might include a lot more men than it did before.

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David Tennant vs furniture.

Sailing the other way

Lauritz' sister's fiance Samuel and him were very different. Samuel, the suave and sophisticated heir to a wealthy family, always seemed to have the world at his fingertips.

Lauritz, on the other hand, was a rebellious and free-spirited punker who didn't quite fit in with the conventional lifestyle his family wanted for him.

Despite their differences, Samuel and Lauritz got along surprisingly well. Their interactions were a peculiar blend of class and nonconformity that created a magnetic dynamic between them. It was on the cusp of Samuel's impending wedding that an unconventional idea began to take shape.

"Ey, Sam, let's do something wild before your wedding, mate," Lauritz proposed with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Samuel raised an eyebrow, unsure of what adventure Lauritz had in mind this time. "What did you have in mind, Lauritz? Last time your 'wild' idea led to us spending a night in a police cell in Amsterdam." Lauritz replied: “Vegas would be cool, but at the end of the day it’s your bachelor party. I'll do whatever you want!" Flashing a boyish grin, Samuel draped an arm around Lauritz's shoulders. "I want to take our boat out and sail across the Baltic Sea. It'll be an epic journey filled with freedom and salt-kissed air. You in?" Lauritz, with his unconventional mohawk and punk attire, looked askance at Samuel. "Sailing? That's a bit, you know, bourgeois for my taste," he quipped, adjusting the studded leather jacket slung over his shoulder. Smirking, Samuel continued, "Nonsense! It's summer, and what better way to enjoy some fresh sea air? Besides, it’ll be an adventure, and it'll please the in-laws to see you refining your tastes." Lauritz's parents, along with Samuel's family, were indeed relieved by the prospect. "Better than if you were hanging out with those punkers," his mother had remarked with a grateful smile. With their bags packed and spirits high, Samuel and Lauritz boarded Samuel's family's mahogany sailboat bound for Helsinki.

The sun's golden gaze kissed the cerulean waves, casting a mesmerizing glow upon the Baltic Sea. "Ah, this is the life, isn't it?" Samuel exclaimed, his gaze sweeping over the glittering expanse of the sea. Lauritz nodded, a wry smile playing on his lips. "It's not as terrible as I imagined. But still, wouldn't you rather be planning your wedding festivities than gallivanting with me?" Samuel chuckled, adjusting his nautical cap. "Oh, come now, my dear Lauritz. We have the rest of our lives for all that. Let's revel in the freedom while we can. Besides, you're not so bad to have around, even for a punker." Lauritz feigned offense, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "You wound me with your words, Samuel," he teased. As the ship cuts through the gentle waves, Samuel took Lauritz under his wing, teaching him the art of sailing. Despite his initial skepticism, Lauritz found himself unexpectedly enjoying the experience, reveling in the salty breeze and the rhythmic lull of the waves against the hull. Their journey led them to the enchanting city of St. Petersburg, where the juxtaposition of baroque architecture and Soviet-era relics offered a feast for the eyes.

As they wandered through the labyrinthine streets, the allure of the city enticed Lauritz to explore the more unconventional facets. "I've been thinking," Lauritz began, his voice laced with determination. "I want an eyelet in my ear, like the punks back home. It's about time I made my mark, don't you think?" he declared, pointing to a trendy piercing found amongst the punk subculture.

Samuel's face turned a shade of pale as he frantically tried to dissuade him, envisioning the cocktail of disapproving glares from his in-laws. "Lauritz, you can't just waltz back to the family estate with a hole in your ear. What would my in-laws think? Besides, piercings can lead to infections. How about something more inconspicuous? Like a nipple piercing?" Lauritz let out a laugh, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Oh, Samuel, always thinking about appearances. But where's the fun in that? I want something that screams independence! Something bold." Their banter was interrupted by a raspy cackle that seemed to echo through the narrow alley they were passing. They turned to see an old woman, draped in shawls and adorned with clinking trinkets. Her eyes glittered with an unsettling intensity as she fixed her gaze on the two friends. "You just have to hold him tight, then we'll circumcise him and I'll make a silver ring out of his foreskin," the old woman mused, her eyes glinting with whimsical certainty. "All you have to do is put this ring on your penis and Lauritz will visually adapt to your taste as long as you wear the ring." Samuel gasped, his mind reeling from the outlandish suggestion. But to his surprise, Lauritz entertained the idea, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "We'll do that, Samuel," Lauritz proclaimed, casting a challenging grin. "After all, you wanted me to do something inconspicuous. What's more inconspicuous than a circumcision?" Despite Samuel's vehement protests, Lauritz remained resolute, and before long, the old woman performed the peculiar ritual, and to their astonishment, the excised foreskin transformed into a shimmering silver ring, which she bestowed upon Lauritz.

Back on the sailboat, Lauritz couldn't contain his mischievous glee as he gazed at the ring. "Now, it's your turn, Samuel. Put the ring over your... You-know-what," he demanded with a sly smirk. Reluctantly, Samuel acquiesced, only to find that, to his bewilderment, nothing seemed to happen.

As the mahogany sailboat gently cut through the azure waves, Samuel and Lauritz lounged on the deck, basking in the warm embrace of the sun. The sea stretched out around them, a shimmering expanse as far as the eye could see, carrying them toward the next port of their Baltic odyssey, the enchanting city of Tallinn. Lauritz sprawled out on the deck, his eyes half-lidded and gazing at the sprawling cityscape of Tallinn ahead, the gentle sea breeze ruffling his hair. Lauritz raised a hand to his shock of green mohawk, only to find something unexpected. Instead of the vibrant strands he had known for years, his fingertips grazed a neat, blonde faded cut with shaved sides.

He let out a surprised chuckle, turning to Samuel with an air of amusement. "Samuel, can you believe it? The old woman's prediction must have come true!" Lauritz proclaimed, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "This silver ring has really worked its magic. Look at this hair!" Samuel's eyes widened, examining Lauritz's transformed hairstyle with disbelief. "But I saw your green hair this morning. You must have cut it just to fool me," Samuel elucidated, struggling to reconcile the inexplicable transformation before his eyes.

Their banter was interrupted by the sight of Tallinn's spires unfolding on the horizon, a tapestry of architectural marvels rising from the coastline. The allure of the city's winding streets beckoned them, and they eagerly embraced the promise of new adventures. In the heart of Tallinn, the cobblestone streets echoed with the lilt of their footsteps as they wandered through the centuries-old alleys adorned with vibrant blooms. They eventually settled into a quaint street café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the gentle breeze. Lauritz, donning a sailing jacket, leaned back against his chair, relishing the warmth of the sun's embrace. With a casual air, he began unbuttoning his jacket, revealing the absence of his usual body hair, a curious discovery that piqued Samuel's interest.

"Lauritz, your... your hair! It's gone," Samuel exclaimed, his eyes widening in incredulity. Lauritz chuckled, his voice laced with a roguish charm. "The magic strikes again, my friend. Behold the power of belief and a touch of enchantment." Samuel watched in awe as the revelation unfolded before him, unable to completely dismiss the inexplicable occurrences that seemed to dance around Lauritz like a whimsical symphony. "You must've shaved this morning to jest with me," Samuel suggested, his tone tinged with skepticism. "This can't be real." "Ah, always the skeptic," Lauritz teased. "But I assure you, this is the handiwork of the ring. It's brought a dash of transformation to my life, hasn't it?"

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting hues of amethyst across the sky, they sailed toward Stockholm. The promise of new adventures and unexpected marvels beckoned them as they set sail toward the Swedish capital. The following morning, Lauritz awoke to the gentle lull of the ship, the rays of the rising sun casting a golden glow upon the skyline.

As he prepared for the day's exploration, his reflection in the mirror above the sink evoked a bout of bewilderment. His eccentric punk ensemble had been replaced by an impeccably tailored ensemble—an unbuttoned shirt and sleek olive-colored pants that exuded an air of refinement and sophistication.

"What in the world?" Lauritz muttered, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief. "Samuel, you won't believe this!" Samuel emerged from the cabin, his eyes immediately falling upon Lauritz's stupefying transformation.

"Samuel, it's happened again! This silver ring is truly astounding," Lauritz exclaimed, his spirit alight with unadulterated glee. "Look at these clothes! I didn't expect the magic to work on my outfit too!" Samuel's incredulity was palpable as he regarded the sight before him. "Lauritz, you must have changed into this outfit while I wasn't looking," Samuel reasoned, his tone laced with skepticism. "It's impossible for a ring to cause all this. Whatsoever, I still think it’s good that you dressed more refined today. After all, we want to have breakfast today at the Grand Hotel, where the Nobel Peace Prizes are usually awarded.”

The mahogany sailboat bobbed gently as it sliced ​​through Stockholm's sun-kissed archipelago en route to Visby on Gotland. Samuel manned the helm, while Lauritz was standing at the bow, his gaze trailing horizon. Suddenly Lauritz went through another unexpected transformation. Lauritz's black jeans and baggy T-shirt shifted seamlessly into a wide-open shirt and tight red shorts, his physique now exuding an athleticism that caught Samuel off guard.

Samuel's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in disbelief as he beheld the improbable evolution unfurling before him. "Lauritz, what... what in the world is happening? This—this isn't right," Samuel stammered, his voice trembling with an amalgamation of astonishment and concern. "I... I need to put a stop to this. I need to get rid of that ring." Lauritz, amusement dancing in his gaze, placed a supportive hand on Samuel's shoulder. "Come on, Samuel, don't be so quick to stifle the mystery. Embrace the uncertainty," he encouraged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let's see what more this whimsical journey has in store for us."

As the sailboat glided toward the shores of Gotland, the island exuded an alluring mystique, its ancient ruins and labyrinthine streets promising an adventure both whimsical and enigmatic. Their footsteps echoed through the quaint streets of Visby, framed by structures that stood as timeless testaments to ancient grandeur. The island cast its spell upon them, ensnaring their senses with the echoes of bygone eras and the whimsy of forgotten legends. As they ambled through the cobbled pathways, Lauritz noticed a peculiar shift in the way the islanders regarded him. Warm smiles and nods of acknowledgment replaced the guarded glances that typically followed his punk façade.

"Lauritz, did you notice that?" Samuel inquired, his tone laced with a tinge of wonder. Lauritz nodded, a spark of amazement gleaming in his gaze. "It seems the residents of Visby have taken a shining to me, haven't they? The magic of the ring... it's a wonder indeed." The day waned into a resplendent evening, the sun casting its golden embrace upon the island as a symphony of stars unfurled across the heavens. Samuel and Lauritz reveled in the evening's enchanting tapestry, their thoughts drifting toward the next leg of their Baltic odyssey

The melding of disbelief and marvel lingered in the air, enveloping them in a veil of intrigue, as they embarked on their final leg of the journey toward Copenhagen. Clad in polished tuxedos, they reveled in opulent indulgence. Since Samuel had studied in Copenhagen, he knew how to gain access to the most exclusive establishments with a practiced ease.

Amidst the effervescent allure of the Danish capital, the two friends embraced the revelry of their adventure indulging in the opulence that enveloped them. Their boisterous laughter and animated conversations resounded through the hallowed halls of the city's elite establishments, the allure of upscale soirées and lavish gatherings capturing their spirits in a whirlwind of decadence. "Ah, Copenhagen has a certain allure, doesn't it?" Samuel remarked, a smirk playing on his lips as they strolled through the city's resplendent evening. Lauritz nodded, the vibrant tapestry of revelry and sophistication intoxicating his senses. "It seems your world has its own brand of enchantment, Samuel. I can't deny its appeal."

Samuel watched with an inexplicable mix of astonishment and fascination as the vivacious Lauritz seamlessly embraced the lavish lifestyle that had once appeared incompatible with his punk ethos.

The morning of their departure from Copenhagen arrived, and the sailboat set sail once more, carrying them toward Helsingborg where Samuel will marry Lauritz’ sister. As the sailboat rocked gently over the calm water, Samuel brought up the topic that had been bothering him. “Lauritz, I think it’s time to take the ring off. After all, your sister expects you to look like a punk – even though I prefer your current, charming look,” Samuel announced with solemn weight in his words. Venturing into the cabin, Samuel endeavored to remove the ring, only to be met with an unforeseen predicament.

His fervent words reverberated with unrestrained urgency, "Lauritz, I can't... It won't... It's... I can't remove it! Lauritz, I can't seem to get it off," he called out in distress, his voice wrought with urgency.  "It's stuck, and I don't know what to do." Lauritz sprang into action, his touch eliciting a peculiar sensation in Samuel, who found himself thrown off balance by an unexpected surge of arousal - Samuel sported a boner. Before their bewildered eyes, Lauritz's demeanor underwent a subtle shift, his gaze now infused with an alluring allure that took Samuel by surprise. As the unexpected surge of desire enveloped them, Lauritz dropped his shorts, parting his legs with a provocative air.

"Take this opportunity, Samuel. Let's embrace the unexpected," Lauritz uttered with a newfound confidence, the air thick with unspoken desires that coursed between them. Samuel was drawn by the sight and couldn't resist and took the opportunity to penetrate Lauritz.   After they made love Lauritz turned to Samuel, a solemn glimmer in his eyes, and whispered, "Samuel, I... I want to stay like this. I don’t want to become a sleazy punker again." Samuel’s breath caught in his throat, his gaze locked with Lauritz's. "What are you saying, Lauritz?" In an unexpected twist of fate, the ring tightened around Samuel's cock, seamlessly merging with his flesh. As the transformation took hold, a sense of undeniable euphoria washed over him. Gazing at Lauritz, a knowing smile curled Samuel's lips. "Tomorrow, I will marry my dream girl. And as her dowry, I received her brother to have fun with. I couldn't be happier." Lauritz chuckled and teased, "I guess even a trip to Las Vegas couldn't have been wilder. Seems like your gay sailing trip turned us both bi.”

The following day, as Samuel stood at the altar, he exchanged vows with his beloved, the echoes of a union hitherto unforeseen threading through the tender fabric of his heart.

And in Lauritz, he found a cherished confidant—a companion bound by the threads of an unexpected journey that would endure far beyond the veil of tradition. As the evening unfurled in all its opulent splendor, Samuel orchestrated a future endowed with an unforeseen serenity. With unwavering determination, he ensured that Lauritz was granted a place at an elite university and provided the resources necessary to flourish—a life enraptured by boundless opportunity.

In the wake of unforeseen revelations, Lauritz embraced the life of a typical, self-assured scion, reveling in the embrace of newfound passions and embarking on an uncharted journey tinged with the allure of possibility.

Scenes/Things in Supernatural that genuinely don't make sense to me if Dean was straight:

The confession booth scene.

Sam just rolling with the fact that Dean's siren is a guy while still thinking sirens infect people through sex.

Dean being flustered by several men: Gunner Lawless, Aaron, Doctor Sexy, etc.

All the parallels between Destiel and other couples. (A big one being "last night on Earth" bc how do you do that accidentally.)

Having all the gay jokes be on Dean instead of Sam.

Paralleling Sam meeting his childhood celebrity crush with Dean meeting Gunner Lawless.

The boner Dean got when Cas cleaned up.

Dean gulping after Cas does an impression from a Western movie.

Charlie, a lesbian, calling Castiel "dreamy."

The way Mary looks at Dean and Cas when they hug.

Dean wondering why everyone assumes he's gay, while Sam not caring.

The logic that Charlie can't flirt with guys because she's only attracted to women, but then having Dean flirt with the guy for her.

Dean seeming disappointed when learning that Aaron's flirting was fake.

The amount of time Dean and Cas spend staring at each other.

Dean canonically having an orgy with Crowley.

A woman saying that she knows when someone's pining for someone else to Dean, just for us to learn that Dean was never in love with Amara.

The set design and script choices that lead to a cross in the background while Dean said "I do." to Cas after he came back to life.

Edit: To the people who say I can't use the siren as an example because the siren is supposed to be his brother, and therefore his siren being a man doesn't work. If you reread that bullet point, then you will realize that I didn't put it down as just simply Dean's siren being a man. I recognize that the siren is supposed to be his brother. It's the fact that Sam still thinks the siren infects people through sex, not knowing that it's actually through saliva when he realizes who the siren is. So when he sees that Dean's siren is a guy, he had to assume they had sex, and he does not seem surprised by this at all.

You’re Ruben Hopclap. You’re a teen rock star headlining a local festival. Your interim principal attempts to kill you multiple times. The elusive crush you wrote all your songs about vanishes with some other kids and returns covered in gore. The most popular guy in school jumps fifteen feet in the air, turns to you with a smirk and says, “I’m actually a huge fan,” and spears said principal through the core. Your crush boards a bus going who knows where. Someone gets on a mic and tells everyone to go home. It’s been four minutes.