STALLION MANAGEMENT - CHAPTER 9 -DIVE ON MARC'S TOOL!

 





OK BOYS THIS IS THE WILDEST YET, ONCE AGAIN INSPIRED BY MY
FELLOW "PARTNERS IN CRIME". I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT, AND I
APOLOGIZE
FOR ANY SPELLING/FORMATING ERRORS.



Erik had finally gotten off the phone with that whining girlfriend of
his who just couldn't seem to understand that he was not a kid
anymore, he was a red blooded American Man whose god-given right was
to get as much pussy as he could, and if his plans worked out like he
wanted them to, he soon would be. Little did he know Mr.
Stallion's
own plans for him!



He had walked back to join his friends around the pool, hoping
Lindsay Lohan was there by now, who he really wanted to get down with
in a sexual way. When he saw the scene that was taking place, he
stood open-mouthed, utterly shocked. It WAS a scene of "getting
down
in a sexual way", but not the kind of scene he was expecting.



All his friends were wearing…. Were they G-STRINGS? Aaron, David
and
Lukas had been blonde of course, but now they were ALL blonde,
PLATINUM blonde practically! And the worst part was, they were
licking some MAN from head to toe like little boys eating an ice
cream cone, moaning phrases like "You're so sexy!" and
"You taste so
good!" in boyish, almost feminine voices that didn't sound at
all
like their own, and besides, his buds would never say things like
that to a man, never would be DOING them to a man! Will was actually
licking his balls, Lukas, he couldn't believe, was licking the
man's
DICK like a little boy sucking a lollipop, and worst of all, David
seemed to have his face buried in the man's naked ASS so far his
face
was almost invisible! Meanwhile, Devon and Christopher were on
either side, licking the sweat off his armpits like puppies! And
Aaron was in front, licking the man's chest and playing with the
biggest nipples Erik had ever seen on a man OR woman,, PIERCED
nipples no less!



This strange man flexed like a bodybuilder while his newly blonde and
now seemingly faggot friends…. Worshipped him? That seemed to be
the
only word for it. Erik had never seen anyone quite like him. The
man had the honest, all-American face of a Mid-western farmer, but
that was the only trace left of the old Marc Blucas. He was almost
an inexplicable combination of innocence and corruption, as
inexplicable as the scene that was taking place before Erik. His
face was gentle, his eyes kind, his hair conservatively cut. But he
was totally naked, and tattoos covered his tight muscular body. Erik
couldn't see them all, but from what he could see, one of his
shoulders had the words "Twink Lover" tattooed on it, the other had
the words "Chicken Hawk", and across his chest, in massive black
letters was tattooed the words "BOY LOVER". His massive nipples were
pierced, and so were both ears with what looked like solid gold. And
Erik could see an incredibly elaborate tattoo on his rock solid back
of a muscular hunky man fucking a young boy down on his knees.



While Erik thought he must have been tripping seeing this sight, his
former friends just gazed, wide-eyed, disappointedly up at him like a
God as he left them to approach Erik. Erik wanted to run, to cry for
help, but somehow…. Something in this man smelt so good! He
wanted
to smell it more, and that desire was overcoming his better instincts.



Marc left the his twinks, saying simply "Go play bois", and
came up
close to the no longer able to flee Erik, allowing him to bask in the
musky scent that now exuded from his body, and said "Those bois
over
by the pool are your buds, right?"



"Yeah, dude, I guess." Said Erik. Somehow, he couldn't not
respond…. but his buddies were behaving so strangely now,
currently
engaging in a game of "Tag" – with one variation -
instead of just
touching the person, they had to get their finger up each others'
holes before they could yell "Tag! Your IT!"



"Buds play with each other out, right?" Marc said, smiling his
sweetest smile.



"Yeah, of course, dude." Erik responded. That was obvious! He'd
come here with his buds. He found himself wishing he could play TOO!



"Boys who are buds like to have fun together, to…. play
together
right?"



"That's right" Erik responded, becoming more entranced by
the smell
of Marc by the minute



"Great! Well, bud, right now I'm stiff as a board. I'd jerk off
myself but I like it better when a hot young dude does it, and
I'm
nominating you! CUM with me!", Marc said, laughingly/



"Wh-what! ??" Erik said, frightened, but the his transformation was
growing irresistible, the more Marc spoke to him, the stronger it got.



"Come on, bud! What are friends for? I'll play with you if you play
with me!" Marc said, grinning, showing off his perfect teeth and
turning to go back in the house. Erik reluctantly followed, his face
confused, dazedly noticing Marc's now huge ass cheeks were
tattooed
with the words "BOI LUVER!"



Something was wrong here, Erik knew, but he could no longer quite
grasp it.

"Just follow along!"' said Marc in his most sexy, seductive
voice,
and led the now totally entranced Erik into his bedroom for his own
transformation into a gay twink so he could play with all his friends
again.



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**

Marc took Erik on his bed and started fooling around with him. At
first, Marc had to guide Erik's hands onto his cock, unbuttoning
Erik's shorts, grabbing his dick, but soon they were both unstoppably
jerking each other off. Erik's technique was very poor at first but
Marc guided him and it slowly improved.



"Dude, this is FUN, isn't it!" grunted Marc to Erik, "Nothing
wrong
with a boy just playing a game!" He grinned friendlily at Erik,
who
still felt confused and dizzy, but increasingly turned on with every
single stroke.



Marc whispered in Erik's ear his new destiny to him in a
matter-of-
fact way, that being a brainwashed sex-boi was just like a new role
to play, and they both now had a Master who would micro-manage all
the details of both of their new lives - what they would wear, what
they would think about, their work-out routines, their entire
IDENTITIES! Erik could no longer resist. He now only wanted to
serve his MASTER and join his buddies! He was still scared, but
increasingly excited. He was steadily growing more entranced, while
Marc was getting more and more turned on by his newfound power over
Erik, his seductive descriptions of Erik's future life growing more
and more restrictive and controlling to the former young
"dude" who
had once stared on television shows, but now would be playing a NEW
role!



Marc softly explained to Erik that when he fucked him, he would
completely turn into a total gay twink forever, just like his 6
friends already were. Erik tried to argue with Marc, crying now,
trying to talk him out of fucking him, pleading that he was STRAIGHT,
god damn it! But Marc has no intention of showing mercy to him now.



Erik was increasingly faltering in his arguments and growing more
half-hearted by the second. His conditioning was affecting him - he
began to think maybe he SHOULD let Marc fuck him and allow himself to
be a thong-wearing faggot like his buds now apparently were, maybe
Marc WAS right, maybe he NEEDED to be a mindless gay sex-slave,
though the thought terrified him. It was still so threatening, but
so seductive.



Erik just couldn't hold himself back any longer! He stopped his,
rubbed his vacant eye, and now grinned broadly, gave Marc a big kiss,
and said flirtatiously "I WANNA PLAY A GAME! I JUST MADE IT UP!
IT'S CALLED "DIVE ON MARC'S TOOL!" he practically
squealed, rubbing
his now sweat-soaked naked body all over Marc's muscular one
affectionately.



"Sure, go for it Boi!" Marc said encouragingly, licking
Erik's face.
He could hardly WAIT for this!



Erik now got up from the bed, ran to the other end of the bedroom and
shook his naked body, vaulted like an Olympic athlete, and with
complete perfection threw himself onto Marc's dick, which he
pushed
into him as far as possible, with every bit of his strength.



Marc's dick was now tattooed with the words "BOI PECKER",
and he
rammed it into Erik's now willing asshole repeatedly, riding him
like
the twink he now almost was…



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**



As he fucked Erik hardly, Marc explained quietly to him that he would
now be breaking up with his girlfriend and coming to join Marc's
newly-created twink harem. The sounds of the boys "playing"
with each
other could be heard easily through the window.



Erik was already so entranced, he accepted this as what he must do,
but he was also still stunned and his eyes grew wide as he listened
to Marc's orders. He increasingly feebly tried to argue with Marc,
to resist, to prevent his conversion as he rode Marc's cock
uncontrollably, but it was so much less powerful now, less meaningful
to him. Marc impatiently shot all his protests down down, running
his tattooed muscular arms over Erik's whole body, saying "It's
gotta
happen, kid! It's your DESTINY!"



Erik was still trying desperately to resist, but Marc's dick felt
so
good, it was like it was covered in a drug (which of course it was!)
He couldn't help himself. He fucked Marc's dick even more
furiously
as he listened carefully to Marc's instructions.



Marc explained Erik's new lifestyle to him as he fucked him
ferociously, both growing steadily more excited. "No more
girls,
ever again, that's the way it's gotta be for ALL of us slaves
from
now on! You're a boi, and bois will be BOIS!" he explained
softly to
Erik. "You will dress in one of the little uniforms the other
bois
are wearing already, there's one right on my dresser, and
Stallion
Management will now approve every piece of your wardrobe you ever
wear again, in fact! Mr. Stallion says he might like to see you all
wearing little Cub Scout outfits." Marc laughed, and pinched
Erik's
nipples. He was delighted to serve his new Master now, and Erik
yelled in joy at the sensation.



"Here are our Master's instructions for you now!" Marc
said
seductively. "If you are alone and horny, you're allowed to
jerk off
thinking about me and MY BODY, or barring that, the MASTER, who you
will soon meet! You are allowed to play with the other bois in the
harem, but all the while you will all only think about and talk about
me, your new HEADMASTER, and other hunky men as you're doing it. I
think you all can get started on GQ, Esquire, Details, male fashion
magazines filled with hot photos and pictorials of male models.
Soon, you will meet these men and be one of their toys, as you
deserve, as you now desire!" Marc instructed, shoving his dick
into
Erik's ass even more forcefully.



"Yes! YES!" Erik screamed, now sobbing with desire, riding
Marc's
massive dick faster and now with no control at all. He couldn't
wait
to meet his MASTER!

Marc honestly still felt some regret and lingering pangs of his old,
good conscience. He really was a genuinely good guy, always had
been, but that was part of the reason Mr. Stallion had chosen him for
this role. He didn't want his twinks supervised by someone cruel
or
vicious. He wanted a kind farmer for his chickens, to gently, but
also firmly, supervise the Twink harem he now planned on assembling.
"My god! What am I doing to this kid?" Marc thought to himself
guiltily, "I should let him go back to his girlfriend and live his
life in peace!" Then he looked at Erik and saw his bubble-butt
shivering in a mixture of ecstasy and fear, and saw his cock buried
in it and felt how good it felt, and he recalled how powerful and
strong he felt now knowing now that he was a tattooed, muscular,
irresistible gay man. Stallion Productions had given him the
opportunity to lead these young boys sex-lives, redirecting them,
joining them together (both physically and mentally), fucking them,
like the studly top hunk he now was, smelling like the hot stud he
now was who no boy could resist…ever! Stallion Management had
given
him the greatest dream of his life!
Marc's breath grew short thinking about his new life as he looked
down at the writhing Erik now lying naked on his bed, face down, ass
pumping like a tire being reflated as he fucked it, still mumbling
denials so quietly now he could barely hear them, and Marc laughingly
said. "Sorry, kiddo, this is for your own good! You'll be a lot
better off all twinked-up like your buds, believe me. It's just your
fate, sonny boy, so stop fighting and just relax!" Marc said in his
new forceful voice, rationalizing it to both himself and the hot
young man he wanted to transform and convert now at the same time..
Ronnie took a break from the bois' current game of "Hide and
Seek" to
have a peek in the bedroom window approvingly. Erik had once just
been a friend of his, but Ronnie now knew he was just a useless
annoying straight boy, and as a fellow gay twink, he would be useful
and finally serve a purpose.
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** STALLION MANAGEMENT – CHAPTER 8 – "RIDE ON MARC'S
TOOL" OK BOYS
THIS IS THE WILDEST YET, ONCE AGAIN INSPIRED BY MY FELLOW
"PARTNERS
IN CRIME". I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT! Erik had finally gotten off
the
phone with that whining girlfriend of his who just couldn't seem
to
understand that he was not a kid anymore, he was a red blooded
American Man whose god-given right was to get as much pussy as he
could, and if his plans worked out like he wanted them to, he soon
would be. Little did he know Mr. Stallion's own plans for him!
He
had walked back to join his friends around the pool, hoping Lindsay
Lohan was there by now, who he really wanted to get down with in a
sexual way. When he saw the scene that was taking place, he stood
open-mouthed, utterly shocked. It WAS a scene of "getting down
in a
sexual way", but not the kind of scene he was expecting. All his
friends were wearing…. Were they G-STRINGS? Aaron, David and
Lukas
had been blonde of course, but now they were ALL blonde, PLATINUM
blonde practically! And the worst part was, they were licking some
MAN from head to toe like little boys eating an ice cream cone,
moaning phrases like "You're so sexy!" and "You taste
so good!" in
boyish, almost feminine voices that didn't sound at all like
their
own, and besides, his buds would never say things like that to a man,
never would be DOING them to a man! Will was actually licking his
balls, Lukas, he couldn't believe, was licking the man's DICK
like a
little boy sucking a lollipop, and worst of all, David seemed to have
his face buried in the man's naked ASS so far his face was almost
invisible! Meanwhile, Devon and Christopher were on either side,
licking the sweat off his armpits like puppies! And Aaron was in
front, licking the man's chest and playing with the biggest
nipples
Erik had ever seen on a man OR woman,, PIERCED nipples no less! This
strange man flexed like a bodybuilder while his newly blonde and now
seemingly fagg friends…. Worshipped him? That seemed to be the
only
word for it. Erik had never seen anyone quite like him. The man had
the honest, all-American face of a Mid-western farmer, but that was
the only trace left of the old Marc Blucas. He was almost an
inexplicable combination of innocence and corruption, as inexplicable
as the scene that was taking place before Erik. His face was
gentle, his eyes kind, his hair conservatively cut. But he was
totally naked, and tattoos covered his tight muscular body. Erik
couldn't see them all, but from what he could see, one of his
shoulders had the words "Twink Lover" tattooed on it, the other had
the words "Chicken Hawk", and across his chest, in massive black
letters was tattooed the words "BOY LOVER". His massive nipples were
pierced, and so were both ears with what looked like solid gold. And
Erik could see an incredibly elaborate tattoo on his rock solid back
of a muscular hunky man fucking a young boy down on his knees. While
Erik thought he must have been tripping seeing this sight, his former
friends just gazed, wide-eyed, disappointedly up at him like a God as
he left them to approach Erik. Erik wanted to run, to cry for help,
but somehow…. Something in this man smelt so good! He wanted to
smell it more, and that desire was overcoming his better instincts.
Marc left the his twinks, saying simply "Go play bois", and
came up
close to the no longer able to flee Erik, allowing him to bask in the
musky scent that now exuded from his body, and said "Those bois
over
by the pool are your buds, right?" "Yeah, dude, I guess."
Said
Erik. Somehow, he couldn't not respond…. but his buddies
were
behaving so strangely now, currently engaging in a game of
"Tag" –
with one variation - instead of just touching the person, they had to
get their finger up each others' holes before they could yell
"Tag!
Your IT!" "Buds play with each other out, right?" Marc said,
smiling
his sweetest smile. "Yeah, of course, dude." Erik responded. That
was obvious! He'd come here with his buds. He found himself
wishing
he could play TOO! "Boys who are buds like to have fun together,
to….
play together right?" "That's right" Erik responded,
becoming more
entranced by the smell of Marc by the minute "Great! Well, bud, right
now I'm stiff as a board. I'd jerk off myself but I like it
better
when a hot young dude does it, and I'm nominating you! CUM with
me!", Marc said, laughingly/ "Wh-what! ??" Erik said, frightened, but
the his transformation was growing irresistible, the more Marc spoke
to him, the stronger it got. "Come on, bud! What are friends for?
I'll play with you if you play with me!" Marc said, grinning,
showing off his perfect teeth and turning to go back in the house.
Erik reluctantly followed, his face confused, dazedly noticing
Marc's
now huge ass cheeks were tattooed with the words "BOI LUVER!"
Something was wrong here, Erik knew, but he could no longer quite
grasp it. "Just follow along!"' said Marc in his most sexy,
seductive voice, and led the now totally entranced Erik into his
bedroom for his own transformation into a gay twink so he could play
with all his friends again.
**********************************************************************
**Marc took Erik on his bed and started fooling around with him. At
first, Marc had to guide Erik's hands onto his cock, unbuttoning
Erik's shorts, grabbing his dick, but soon they were both unstoppably
jerking each other off. Erik's technique was very poor at first but
Marc guided him and it slowly improved. "Dude, this is FUN,
isn't
it!" grunted Marc to Erik, "Nothing wrong with a boy just playing a
game!" He grinned friendlily at Erik, who still felt confused
and
dizzy, but increasingly turned on with every single stroke. Marc
whispered in Erik's ear his new destiny to him in a
matter-of-fact
way, that being a brainwashed sex-boi was just like a new role, and
they both now had a Master who would micro-manage all the details of
both of their new lives - what they would wear, what they would think
about, their work-out routines, their entire IDENTITIES! Erik could
no longer resist. He now only wanted to serve his MASTER and join
his buddies! He was still scared, but increasingly excited. He was
steadily growing more entranced, while Marc was getting more and more
turned on by his newfound power over Erik, his seductive descriptions
of Erik's future life growing more and more restrictive and
controlling to the former young "dude" who had once stared on
television shows, but now would be playing a NEW role! Marc softly
explained to Erik that when he fucked him, he would completely turn
into a total gay twink forever, just like his 6 friends already were.
Erik tried to argue with Marc, crying now, trying to talk him out of
fucking him, pleading that he was STRAIGHT, god damn it! But Marc
has no intention of showing mercy to him now. Erik was increasingly
faltering in his arguments and growing more half-hearted by the
second. His conditioning was affecting him - he began to think maybe
he SHOULD let Marc fuck him and allow himself to be a thong-wearing
faggot like his buds now apparently were, maybe Marc WAS right, maybe
he NEEDED to be a mindless gay sex-slave, though the thought
terrified him. It was still so threatening, but so seductive. Erik
just couldn't hold himself back any longer! He stopped his,
rubbed
his vacant eye, and now grinned broadly, gave Marc a big kiss, and
said flirtatiously "I WANNA PLAY A GAME! I JUST MADE IT UP!
IT'S
CALLED "DIVE ON MARC'S TOOL!" he practically squealed,
rubbing his
now sweat-soaked naked body all over Marc's muscular one
affectionately. "Sure, go for it Boi!" Marc said
encouragingly,
licking Erik's face. He could hardly WAIT for this! Erik now got
up
from the bed, ran to the other end of the bedroom and shook his naked
body, vaulted like an Olympic athlete, and with complete perfection
threw himself onto Marc's dick, which he pushed into him as far
as
possible, with every bit of his strength. Marc's dick was now
tattooed with the words "BOI PECKER", and he drove it into
Erik's now
willing asshole repeatedly, riding him like the twink he now almost
was…
**********************************************************************
** As he fucked Erik hardly, Marc explained quietly to him that he
would now be breaking up with his girlfriend and coming to join
Marc's newly-created twink harem. The sounds of the boys
"playing"
with each other could be heard easily through the window. Erik was
already so entranced, he accepted this as what he must do, but he was
also still stunned and his eyes grew wide as he listened to Marc's
orders. He increasingly feebly tried to argue with Marc, to resist,
to prevent his conversion as he rode his cock uncontrollably, but it
was so much less powerful now, less meaningful to him. Marc
impatiently shot all his protests down down, running his tattooed
muscular arms over Erik's whole body, saying "It's gotta happen,
kid! It's your DESTINY!" Erik was still trying desperately to
resist, but Marc's dick felt so good, it was like it was covered
in a
drug (which of course it was!) He couldn't help himself. He
fucked
Marc's dick even more furiously as he listened carefully to
Marc's
instructions. Marc explained Erik's new lifestyle to him as he fucked
him ferociously, both growing steadily more excited. "No more
girls, ever again, that's the way it's gotta be for ALL of us
slaves
from now on! You're a boi, and bois will be BOIS!" he
explained
softly to Erik. "You will dress in one of the little uniforms
the
other bois are wearing already, there's one right on my dresser,
and
Stallion Management will now approve every piece of your wardrobe you
ever wear again, in fact! Mr. Stallion says he might like to see you
all wearing little Cub Scout outfits." Marc laughed, and pinched
Erik's nipples. He was delighted to serve his new Master now,
and
Erik yelled in joy at the sensation. "Here are our Master's
instructions for you now!" Marc said seductively. "If you
are alone
and horny, you're allowed to jerk off thinking about me and MY
BODY,
or barring that, the MASTER, who you will soon meet! You are allowed
to play with the other bois in the harem, but all the while you will
all only think about and talk about me, your new HEADMASTER, and
other hunky men as you're doing it. I think you all can get started
on GQ, Esquire, Details, male fashion magazines filled with hot
photos and pictorials of male models. Soon, you will meet these men
and be one of their toys, as you deserve, as you now desire!"
Marc
instructed, shoving his dick into Erik's ass even more
forcefully. "Yes! YES!" Erik screamed, now sobbing with
desire,
riding Marc's massive dick faster and now with no control at all.
He
couldn't wait to meet his MASTER!Marc honestly still felt some
regret
and lingering pangs of his old, good conscience. He really was a
genuinely good guy, always had been, but that was part of the reason
Mr. Stallion had chosen him for this role. He didn't want his
twinks
supervised by someone cruel or vicious. He wanted a kind farmer for
his chickens, to gently, but also firmly, supervise the Twink harem
he now planned on assembling."My god! What am I doing to this kid?"
Marc thought to himself guiltily, "I should let him go back to his
girlfriend and live his life in peace!" Then he looked at Erik and
saw his bubble-butt shivering in a mixture of ecstasy and fear, and
saw his cock buried in it and felt how good it felt, and he recalled
how powerful and strong he felt now knowing now that he was a
tattooed, muscular, irresistible gay man. Stallion Productions had
given him the opportunity to lead these young boys sex-lives,
redirecting them, joining them together (both physically and
mentally), fucking them, like the studly top hunk he now was,
smelling like the hot stud he now was who no boy could
resist…ever!
Stallion Management had given him the greatest dream of his life!
Marc's breath grew short thinking about his new life as he looked
down at the writhing Erik now lying naked on his bed, face down, ass
pumping like a tire being reflated as he fucked it, still mumbling
denials so quietly now he could barely hear them, and Marc laughingly
said. "Sorry, kiddo, this is for your own good! You'll be a lot
better off all twinked-up like your buds, believe me. It's just your
fate, sonny boy, so stop fighting and just relax!" Marc said in his
new forceful voice, rationalizing it to both himself and the hot
young man he wanted to transform and convert now at the same
time..Ronnie took a break from the bois' current game of
"Hide and
Seek" to have a peek in the bedroom window approvingly. Erik had
once just been a friend of his, but Ronnie now knew he was just a
useless annoying straight boy, and as a fellow gay twink, he would be
useful and finally serve a purpose.
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**After Marc had fucked Erik, his seed entered his bloodstream and
had the exact effects Kullen had described. Marc's cum had the
almost the same effect on Erik that the pool had had on his
friends. He hadn't yet lost all his body hair, but his mind had
changed identically. He no longer had the mind of a young straight
man anymore, but that of a young gay twink who thought of hunky men
more fervently than a young teenage girl. The old Erik Von Detten
was gone. The seventh Twinkie was born.Marc still wondered if he had
done the right thing, if he had taken the right path, when he heard
the sweet, reassuring voice of his newborn twink whisper in his ear,
sticking his tongue into it affectionately, and whispering
sweetly "You did the right thing Marc! I was a BAD boy wanting to be
straight and go with girls! You saved me from all that forever!
Thank you Marc!!!!!!!!" he cooed, now licking Marc's ripped
tattooed
chest like a dog, to clean off the sweat from the exertion of
Marc's
furious fucking of him, and it tasted so GOOD. As he drank it all
up, it just served to reinforce his transformationIt had been an
emotional experience for them both. They both had almost faltered,
but finally Erik's conversion had taken place…They now both
came
together like erupting geysers, as Marc abandoned all trace of his
own former hesitation and got wilder and wilder in his commands that
completed Erik's transformation irreversibly. Marc now had his
greatest dream fulfilled, a harem of teen idols living with him, six
of them waiting even now to serve under him on hand and foot,
lounging and playing by his pool, the seventh now ready to join them.
Erik rubbed Marc's cum through his tousled hair and all over his
body, drinking every last drop he could. He nuzzled affectionately
on Marc's armpit and humbly asked his hunky fucker feebly in the
new
version of his voice that sounded as if his adolescent voice change
had been reversed, which it actually had, thanks to Kullen's
chemical
acumen! "Marc Sir," Erik said sweetly, may I now have a dip
in the
pool myself, so I can take my place among the other bois and play
with them now?", nuzzling Marc's neck now. Marc sweetly
kissed this
newest newborn twinkboi on Erik's already even fuller, sweeter
lips
sweetly, and then he said "Of course Erik! Go have some fun with
the
other bois! I want to do some more crunches and lifting anyway!
I'll be out to play with you bois within the hour!"
"THANKS MARC!"
Erik said, and puckered Marc's nipples affectionately,
thankfully,
and got up to put on his own G-String "Hostess Twinkie"
uniform
without a second thought, humming to himself Aaron's new song,
"OH
MARCKIE YIPPIE DOO, I'M A BOI FOR YOU!" As the new twickie
did, his
cell phone rang from the pocket of his now discarded shorts. He
picked it up and saw the name "Emily" on the caller-ID.
"Emily? I
don't know any Emily! EWWWW GIRLS!!!!!" He thought, and
turned the
phone off. It must have been a wrong number (and now, in a sense, it
WAS!). "Have fun Erik!" said Marc, laying back in his bed,
using his
finger to gather up the last drops of Erik's boycum from his
soaked
bed sheets, and sticking his finger in his mouth, his muscles
rippling with the taste. "Call me "Rickie", silly!"
The transformed
boi giggled girlishly. Then he pranced out to join his fellow twinks
in the pool who were now playing "Marco Polo" in the pool.
Rickie
couldn't wait to get the last of this hideous body hair off and
get
his locks dyed to match his other boi buddies and join in the game!
As Marc worked out, he couldn't help but hear the eager splashing
from his pool and the boyish young voices squealing "MARCO!",
"POLO"
and giggling together. One of the most enthusiastic shouts came from
Rickie, who had now rejoined his former buds that were now his fellow
twinks, all of them eagerly awaiting the hunky Marc's return.
Marc's
original innocent straight-arrow values had still been in conflict
with his new desires for control and domination of teeny-bopper
idols, but now, hearing the bois having fun in his pool as he did his
crunches, his new desires had now finally won out totally, forever.
**********************************************************************
** Marc was now reclining on a deck chair, his arms crossed behind
his head as all seven twinks, still wet from another dip in the pool,
worshipped him together, just like the little chickens they now
were. Rickie held a drink to Marc's mouth, letting him sip a
Margarita from a straw while he playfully shook Marc's nipple
rings.
Devie knelt at Marc's side and licked and worshiped his exposed
armpits. Willie knelt down a little lower down so he could suckle
both of Marc's perfect abs. Chrissie was down at the foot of the
deck chair and sucking his toes like they were tastier than any
shrimp he had eve tasted, which they were to Chrissie now! And
Davie knelt at his waist and was playing with Marc's cock and
balls,
kissing them all over and licking them, tastier meat than any he had
ever tasted! Marc's eyes were closed and there was an expression of
immense satisfaction on his face as he felt only thankfulness that he
now had a career he could never have dreamed of, as he dreamed of his
newfound life as headmaster of the "Cream-Filled Twinkie
Institute",
a wholly-owned subsidiary of Stallion Productions. Marc's career
HAD
been improved in a way he had never dreamed! He was a gay hunk now
surrounded by seven young teen idols worshipping him. This was
beyond his WILDEST (new) dreams! He was now being rimmed by Ronnie
(who particularly enjoyed doing this), while he laid on his back
sleepily getting a massage from Lukie, who couldn't help but pay
special attention to the tattoos that turned him on so much now! When
Marc told them, all seven bois went to work remodeling Marc's
house
in the Hollywood Hills into it's new purpose – the HQ of
"Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute", based on plans designed by its CEO,
Mr.
Stallion, who himself had based it on ancient Greco-Roman design,
appropriate for it's new purpose, a place the bois could both
continue their retraining and bring other young sexy boys to join the
fold as well! Mr. Stallion had already arranged to be placed in every
Gay publication in the country to raise even more money for the Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute, featuring an already taken headshot of
young Aaron at his cutest and blondest looking desperately unhappy,
his lips quivering as if about to cry, while the text (written by
him, of course) read "Every day a gay twink goes unborn! For
only a
dollar a day (that's less than the price of a condom!), you can
help
bring more gay bois into their new world! So please give –
they're
just waiting to learn the pleasures of man worship, and the first
cock they suck could be YOURS!" As Ronnie forced his expert young
tongue into Marc's ass and all the newborn twink bois argued over
whose turn it was to rubbed Marc's muscular, ornately decorated
back
with oil, Ronnie felt pleased that his assigned mission was
accomplished. He had been exactly what Mr. Stallion had planned, a
line of boi-bait to seduce this formerly straight and decent man into
a Boi lover forever, and to also to lure his other guy friends into
becoming "boifriends". Aaron Carter, now such a twink that
he would
prefer to be called "Ronnie" from now on, felt such a surge
of pride
that his hairless cock came without him even touching it. And it was
utterly appropriate – his boy dick had truly been the worm on the
hook, only not to catch fish (EWWWW!!!! Ronnie would have squealed at
the idea now), but in this case, it had been to create
a :"Chickenhawk:' and now an entire "chicken" coop!
Aaron had
completed his assigned mission, and as he joined his fellow twinks to
worship Marc some more, he felt a sense of TOTAL ACOMPLISHMENT! But
at the same moment, his newly transformed boyfiend Gay Lachey's
OWN
mission was just beginning!!!!!! UP NEXT! NICK PREPARES FOR HIS
MISSION WITH RYAN PHILLIPE, AND RICKY MARTIN, PLUS A VERY SPECIAL
GUEST.!) AND SERIOUSLY, I JUST WANT TO GIVE SOME FUN TO SOME READERS
AND HOPE I KEEP FINDING THE TIME TO CONTINUE. PEACE,
ALL!
STALLION MANAGEMENT – CHAPTER 8 – "RIDE ON MARC'S
TOOL" OK BOYS THIS
IS THE WILDEST YET, ONCE AGAIN INSPIRED BY MY FELLOW "PARTNERS IN
CRIME". I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT! Erik had finally gotten off the
phone with that whining girlfriend of his who just couldn't seem
to
understand that he was not a kid anymore, he was a red blooded
American Man whose god-given right was to get as much pussy as he
could, and if his plans worked out like he wanted them to, he soon
would be. Little did he know Mr. Stallion's own plans for him!
He
had walked back to join his friends around the pool, hoping Lindsay
Lohan was there by now, who he really wanted to get down with in a
sexual way. When he saw the scene that was taking place, he stood
open-mouthed, utterly shocked. It WAS a scene of "getting down
in a
sexual way", but not the kind of scene he was expecting. All his
friends were wearing…. Were they G-STRINGS? Aaron, David and
Lukas
had been blonde of course, but now they were ALL blonde, PLATINUM
blonde practically! And the worst part was, they were licking some
MAN from head to toe like little boys eating an ice cream cone,
moaning phrases like "You're so sexy!" and "You taste
so good!" in
boyish, almost feminine voices that didn't sound at all like
their
own, and besides, his buds would never say things like that to a man,
never would be DOING them to a man! Will was actually licking his
balls, Lukas, he couldn't believe, was licking the man's DICK
like a
little boy sucking a lollipop, and worst of all, David seemed to have
his face buried in the man's naked ASS so far his face was almost
invisible! Meanwhile, Devon and Christopher were on either side,
licking the sweat off his armpits like puppies! And Aaron was in
front, licking the man's chest and playing with the biggest
nipples
Erik had ever seen on a man OR woman,, PIERCED nipples no less! This
strange man flexed like a bodybuilder while his newly blonde and now
seemingly fagg friends…. Worshipped him? That seemed to be the
only
word for it. Erik had never seen anyone quite like him. The man had
the honest, all-American face of a Mid-western farmer, but that was
the only trace left of the old Marc Blucas. He was almost an
inexplicable combination of innocence and corruption, as inexplicable
as the scene that was taking place before Erik. His face was
gentle, his eyes kind, his hair conservatively cut. But he was
totally naked, and tattoos covered his tight muscular body. Erik
couldn't see them all, but from what he could see, one of his
shoulders had the words "Twink Lover" tattooed on it, the other had
the words "Chicken Hawk", and across his chest, in massive black
letters was tattooed the words "BOY LOVER". His massive nipples were
pierced, and so were both ears with what looked like solid gold. And
Erik could see an incredibly elaborate tattoo on his rock solid back
of a muscular hunky man fucking a young boy down on his knees. While
Erik thought he must have been tripping seeing this sight, his former
friends just gazed, wide-eyed, disappointedly up at him like a God as
he left them to approach Erik. Erik wanted to run, to cry for help,
but somehow…. Something in this man smelt so good! He wanted to
smell it more, and that desire was overcoming his better instincts.
Marc left the his twinks, saying simply "Go play bois", and
came up
close to the no longer able to flee Erik, allowing him to bask in the
musky scent that now exuded from his body, and said "Those bois
over
by the pool are your buds, right?" "Yeah, dude, I guess."
Said
Erik. Somehow, he couldn't not respond…. but his buddies
were
behaving so strangely now, currently engaging in a game of
"Tag" –
with one variation - instead of just touching the person, they had to
get their finger up each others' holes before they could yell
"Tag!
Your IT!" "Buds play with each other out, right?" Marc said,
smiling
his sweetest smile. "Yeah, of course, dude." Erik responded. That
was obvious! He'd come here with his buds. He found himself
wishing
he could play TOO! "Boys who are buds like to have fun together,
to….
play together right?" "That's right" Erik responded,
becoming more
entranced by the smell of Marc by the minute "Great! Well, bud, right
now I'm stiff as a board. I'd jerk off myself but I like it
better
when a hot young dude does it, and I'm nominating you! CUM with
me!", Marc said, laughingly/ "Wh-what! ??" Erik said, frightened, but
the his transformation was growing irresistible, the more Marc spoke
to him, the stronger it got. "Come on, bud! What are friends for?
I'll play with you if you play with me!" Marc said, grinning,
showing off his perfect teeth and turning to go back in the house.
Erik reluctantly followed, his face confused, dazedly noticing
Marc's
now huge ass cheeks were tattooed with the words "BOI LUVER!"
Something was wrong here, Erik knew, but he could no longer quite
grasp it. "Just follow along!"' said Marc in his most sexy,
seductive voice, and led the now totally entranced Erik into his
bedroom for his own transformation into a gay twink so he could play
with all his friends again.
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**Marc took Erik on his bed and started fooling around with him. At
first, Marc had to guide Erik's hands onto his cock, unbuttoning
Erik's shorts, grabbing his dick, but soon they were both unstoppably
jerking each other off. Erik's technique was very poor at first but
Marc guided him and it slowly improved. "Dude, this is FUN,
isn't
it!" grunted Marc to Erik, "Nothing wrong with a boy just playing a
game!" He grinned friendlily at Erik, who still felt confused
and
dizzy, but increasingly turned on with every single stroke. Marc
whispered in Erik's ear his new destiny to him in a
matter-of-fact
way, that being a brainwashed sex-boi was just like a new role, and
they both now had a Master who would micro-manage all the details of
both of their new lives - what they would wear, what they would think
about, their work-out routines, their entire IDENTITIES! Erik could
no longer resist. He now only wanted to serve his MASTER and join
his buddies! He was still scared, but increasingly excited. He was
steadily growing more entranced, while Marc was getting more and more
turned on by his newfound power over Erik, his seductive descriptions
of Erik's future life growing more and more restrictive and
controlling to the former young "dude" who had once stared on
television shows, but now would be playing a NEW role! Marc softly
explained to Erik that when he fucked him, he would completely turn
into a total gay twink forever, just like his 6 friends already were.
Erik tried to argue with Marc, crying now, trying to talk him out of
fucking him, pleading that he was STRAIGHT, god damn it! But Marc
has no intention of showing mercy to him now. Erik was increasingly
faltering in his arguments and growing more half-hearted by the
second. His conditioning was affecting him - he began to think maybe
he SHOULD let Marc fuck him and allow himself to be a thong-wearing
faggot like his buds now apparently were, maybe Marc WAS right, maybe
he NEEDED to be a mindless gay sex-slave, though the thought
terrified him. It was still so threatening, but so seductive. Erik
just couldn't hold himself back any longer! He stopped his,
rubbed
his vacant eye, and now grinned broadly, gave Marc a big kiss, and
said flirtatiously "I WANNA PLAY A GAME! I JUST MADE IT UP!
IT'S
CALLED "DIVE ON MARC'S TOOL!" he practically squealed,
rubbing his
now sweat-soaked naked body all over Marc's muscular one
affectionately. "Sure, go for it Boi!" Marc said
encouragingly,
licking Erik's face. He could hardly WAIT for this! Erik now got
up
from the bed, ran to the other end of the bedroom and shook his naked
body, vaulted like an Olympic athlete, and with complete perfection
threw himself onto Marc's dick, which he pushed into him as far
as
possible, with every bit of his strength. Marc's dick was now
tattooed with the words "BOI PECKER", and he drove it into
Erik's now
willing asshole repeatedly, riding him like the twink he now almost
was…
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** As he fucked Erik hardly, Marc explained quietly to him that he
would now be breaking up with his girlfriend and coming to join
Marc's newly-created twink harem. The sounds of the boys
"playing"
with each other could be heard easily through the window. Erik was
already so entranced, he accepted this as what he must do, but he was
also still stunned and his eyes grew wide as he listened to Marc's
orders. He increasingly feebly tried to argue with Marc, to resist,
to prevent his conversion as he rode his cock uncontrollably, but it
was so much less powerful now, less meaningful to him. Marc
impatiently shot all his protests down down, running his tattooed
muscular arms over Erik's whole body, saying "It's gotta happen,
kid! It's your DESTINY!" Erik was still trying desperately to
resist, but Marc's dick felt so good, it was like it was covered
in a
drug (which of course it was!) He couldn't help himself. He
fucked
Marc's dick even more furiously as he listened carefully to
Marc's
instructions. Marc explained Erik's new lifestyle to him as he fucked
him ferociously, both growing steadily more excited. "No more
girls, ever again, that's the way it's gotta be for ALL of us
slaves
from now on! You're a boi, and bois will be BOIS!" he
explained
softly to Erik. "You will dress in one of the little uniforms
the
other bois are wearing already, there's one right on my dresser,
and
Stallion Management will now approve every piece of your wardrobe you
ever wear again, in fact! Mr. Stallion says he might like to see you
all wearing little Cub Scout outfits." Marc laughed, and pinched
Erik's nipples. He was delighted to serve his new Master now,
and
Erik yelled in joy at the sensation. "Here are our Master's
instructions for you now!" Marc said seductively. "If you
are alone
and horny, you're allowed to jerk off thinking about me and MY
BODY,
or barring that, the MASTER, who you will soon meet! You are allowed
to play with the other bois in the harem, but all the while you will
all only think about and talk about me, your new HEADMASTER, and
other hunky men as you're doing it. I think you all can get started
on GQ, Esquire, Details, male fashion magazines filled with hot
photos and pictorials of male models. Soon, you will meet these men
and be one of their toys, as you deserve, as you now desire!"
Marc
instructed, shoving his dick into Erik's ass even more
forcefully. "Yes! YES!" Erik screamed, now sobbing with
desire,
riding Marc's massive dick faster and now with no control at all.
He
couldn't wait to meet his MASTER!Marc honestly still felt some
regret
and lingering pangs of his old, good conscience. He really was a
genuinely good guy, always had been, but that was part of the reason
Mr. Stallion had chosen him for this role. He didn't want his
twinks
supervised by someone cruel or vicious. He wanted a kind farmer for
his chickens, to gently, but also firmly, supervise the Twink harem
he now planned on assembling."My god! What am I doing to this kid?"
Marc thought to himself guiltily, "I should let him go back to his
girlfriend and live his life in peace!" Then he looked at Erik and
saw his bubble-butt shivering in a mixture of ecstasy and fear, and
saw his cock buried in it and felt how good it felt, and he recalled
how powerful and strong he felt now knowing now that he was a
tattooed, muscular, irresistible gay man. Stallion Productions had
given him the opportunity to lead these young boys sex-lives,
redirecting them, joining them together (both physically and
mentally), fucking them, like the studly top hunk he now was,
smelling like the hot stud he now was who no boy could
resist…ever!
Stallion Management had given him the greatest dream of his life!
Marc's breath grew short thinking about his new life as he looked
down at the writhing Erik now lying naked on his bed, face down, ass
pumping like a tire being reflated as he fucked it, still mumbling
denials so quietly now he could barely hear them, and Marc laughingly
said. "Sorry, kiddo, this is for your own good! You'll be a lot
better off all twinked-up like your buds, believe me. It's just your
fate, sonny boy, so stop fighting and just relax!" Marc said in his
new forceful voice, rationalizing it to both himself and the hot
young man he wanted to transform and convert now at the same
time..Ronnie took a break from the bois' current game of
"Hide and
Seek" to have a peek in the bedroom window approvingly. Erik had
once just been a friend of his, but Ronnie now knew he was just a
useless annoying straight boy, and as a fellow gay twink, he would be
useful and finally serve a purpose.
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**After Marc had fucked Erik, his seed entered his bloodstream and
had the exact effects Kullen had described. Marc's cum had the
almost the same effect on Erik that the pool had had on his
friends. He hadn't yet lost all his body hair, but his mind had
changed identically. He no longer had the mind of a young straight
man anymore, but that of a young gay twink who thought of hunky men
more fervently than a young teenage girl. The old Erik Von Detten
was gone. The seventh Twinkie was born.Marc still wondered if he had
done the right thing, if he had taken the right path, when he heard
the sweet, reassuring voice of his newborn twink whisper in his ear,
sticking his tongue into it affectionately, and whispering
sweetly "You did the right thing Marc! I was a BAD boy wanting to be
straight and go with girls! You saved me from all that forever!
Thank you Marc!!!!!!!!" he cooed, now licking Marc's ripped
tattooed
chest like a dog, to clean off the sweat from the exertion of
Marc's
furious fucking of him, and it tasted so GOOD. As he drank it all
up, it just served to reinforce his transformationIt had been an
emotional experience for them both. They both had almost faltered,
but finally Erik's conversion had taken place…They now both
came
together like erupting geysers, as Marc abandoned all trace of his
own former hesitation and got wilder and wilder in his commands that
completed Erik's transformation irreversibly. Marc now had his
greatest dream fulfilled, a harem of teen idols living with him, six
of them waiting even now to serve under him on hand and foot,
lounging and playing by his pool, the seventh now ready to join them.
Erik rubbed Marc's cum through his tousled hair and all over his
body, drinking every last drop he could. He nuzzled affectionately
on Marc's armpit and humbly asked his hunky fucker feebly in the
new
version of his voice that sounded as if his adolescent voice change
had been reversed, which it actually had, thanks to Kullen's
chemical
acumen! "Marc Sir," Erik said sweetly, may I now have a dip
in the
pool myself, so I can take my place among the other bois and play
with them now?", nuzzling Marc's neck now. Marc sweetly
kissed this
newest newborn twinkboi on Erik's already even fuller, sweeter
lips
sweetly, and then he said "Of course Erik! Go have some fun with
the
other bois! I want to do some more crunches and lifting anyway!
I'll be out to play with you bois within the hour!"
"THANKS MARC!"
Erik said, and puckered Marc's nipples affectionately,
thankfully,
and got up to put on his own G-String "Hostess Twinkie"
uniform
without a second thought, humming to himself Aaron's new song,
"OH
MARCKIE YIPPIE DOO, I'M A BOI FOR YOU!" As the new twickie
did, his
cell phone rang from the pocket of his now discarded shorts. He
picked it up and saw the name "Emily" on the caller-ID.
"Emily? I
don't know any Emily! EWWWW GIRLS!!!!!" He thought, and
turned the
phone off. It must have been a wrong number (and now, in a sense, it
WAS!). "Have fun Erik!" said Marc, laying back in his bed,
using his
finger to gather up the last drops of Erik's boycum from his
soaked
bed sheets, and sticking his finger in his mouth, his muscles
rippling with the taste. "Call me "Rickie", silly!"
The transformed
boi giggled girlishly. Then he pranced out to join his fellow twinks
in the pool who were now playing "Marco Polo" in the pool.
Rickie
couldn't wait to get the last of this hideous body hair off and
get
his locks dyed to match his other boi buddies and join in the game!
As Marc worked out, he couldn't help but hear the eager splashing
from his pool and the boyish young voices squealing "MARCO!",
"POLO"
and giggling together. One of the most enthusiastic shouts came from
Rickie, who had now rejoined his former buds that were now his fellow
twinks, all of them eagerly awaiting the hunky Marc's return.
Marc's
original innocent straight-arrow values had still been in conflict
with his new desires for control and domination of teeny-bopper
idols, but now, hearing the bois having fun in his pool as he did his
crunches, his new desires had now finally won out totally, forever.
**********************************************************************
** Marc was now reclining on a deck chair, his arms crossed behind
his head as all seven twinks, still wet from another dip in the pool,
worshipped him together, just like the little chickens they now
were. Rickie held a drink to Marc's mouth, letting him sip a
Margarita from a straw while he playfully shook Marc's nipple
rings.
Devie knelt at Marc's side and licked and worshiped his exposed
armpits. Willie knelt down a little lower down so he could suckle
both of Marc's perfect abs. Chrissie was down at the foot of the
deck chair and sucking his toes like they were tastier than any
shrimp he had eve tasted, which they were to Chrissie now! And
Davie knelt at his waist and was playing with Marc's cock and
balls,
kissing them all over and licking them, tastier meat than any he had
ever tasted! Marc's eyes were closed and there was an expression of
immense satisfaction on his face as he felt only thankfulness that he
now had a career he could never have dreamed of, as he dreamed of his
newfound life as headmaster of the "Cream-Filled Twinkie
Institute",
a wholly-owned subsidiary of Stallion Productions. Marc's career
HAD
been improved in a way he had never dreamed! He was a gay hunk now
surrounded by seven young teen idols worshipping him. This was
beyond his WILDEST (new) dreams! He was now being rimmed by Ronnie
(who particularly enjoyed doing this), while he laid on his back
sleepily getting a massage from Lukie, who couldn't help but pay
special attention to the tattoos that turned him on so much now! When
Marc told them, all seven bois went to work remodeling Marc's
house
in the Hollywood Hills into it's new purpose – the HQ of
"Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute", based on plans designed by its CEO,
Mr.
Stallion, who himself had based it on ancient Greco-Roman design,
appropriate for it's new purpose, a place the bois could both
continue their retraining and bring other young sexy boys to join the
fold as well! Mr. Stallion had already arranged to be placed in every
Gay publication in the country to raise even more money for the Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute, featuring an already taken headshot of
young Aaron at his cutest and blondest looking desperately unhappy,
his lips quivering as if about to cry, while the text (written by
him, of course) read "Every day a gay twink goes unborn! For
only a
dollar a day (that's less than the price of a condom!), you can
help
bring more gay bois into their new world! So please give –
they're
just waiting to learn the pleasures of man worship, and the first
cock they suck could be YOURS!" As Ronnie forced his expert young
tongue into Marc's ass and all the newborn twink bois argued over
whose turn it was to rubbed Marc's muscular, ornately decorated
back
with oil, Ronnie felt pleased that his assigned mission was
accomplished. He had been exactly what Mr. Stallion had planned, a
line of boi-bait to seduce this formerly straight and decent man into
a Boi lover forever, and to also to lure his other guy friends into
becoming "boifriends". Aaron Carter, now such a twink that
he would
prefer to be called "Ronnie" from now on, felt such a surge
of pride
that his hairless cock came without him even touching it. And it was
utterly appropriate – his boy dick had truly been the worm on the
hook, only not to catch fish (EWWWW!!!! Ronnie would have squealed at
the idea now), but in this case, it had been to create
a :"Chickenhawk:' and now an entire "chicken" coop!
Aaron had
completed his assigned mission, and as he joined his fellow twinks to
worship Marc some more, he felt a sense of TOTAL ACOMPLISHMENT! But
at the same moment, his newly transformed boyfiend Gay Lachey's
OWN
mission was just beginning!!!!!! UP NEXT! NICK PREPARES FOR HIS
MISSION WITH RYAN PHILLIPE, AND RICKY MARTIN, PLUS A VERY SPECIAL
GUEST.!) AND SERIOUSLY, I JUST WANT TO GIVE SOME FUN TO SOME READERS
AND HOPE I KEEP FINDING THE TIME TO CONTINUE. PEACE,
ALL! STALLION MANAGEMENT – CHAPTER 8 –
"RIDE ON MARC'S
TOOL" OK BOYS THIS IS THE WILDEST YET, ONCE AGAIN INSPIRED BY MY
FELLOW "PARTNERS IN CRIME". I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT! Erik
had
finally gotten off the phone with that whining girlfriend of his who
just couldn't seem to understand that he was not a kid anymore,
he
was a red blooded American Man whose god-given right was to get as
much pussy as he could, and if his plans worked out like he wanted
them to, he soon would be. Little did he know Mr. Stallion's own
plans for him! He had walked back to join his friends around the
pool, hoping Lindsay Lohan was there by now, who he really wanted to
get down with in a sexual way. When he saw the scene that was
taking place, he stood open-mouthed, utterly shocked. It WAS a scene
of "getting down in a sexual way", but not the kind of scene
he was
expecting. All his friends were wearing…. Were they G-STRINGS?
Aaron, David and Lukas had been blonde of course, but now they were
ALL blonde, PLATINUM blonde practically! And the worst part was,
they were licking some MAN from head to toe like little boys eating
an ice cream cone, moaning phrases like "You're so sexy!"
and "You
taste so good!" in boyish, almost feminine voices that didn't
sound
at all like their own, and besides, his buds would never say things
like that to a man, never would be DOING them to a man! Will was
actually licking his balls, Lukas, he couldn't believe, was
licking
the man's DICK like a little boy sucking a lollipop, and worst of
all, David seemed to have his face buried in the man's naked ASS
so
far his face was almost invisible! Meanwhile, Devon and Christopher
were on either side, licking the sweat off his armpits like puppies!
And Aaron was in front, licking the man's chest and playing with
the
biggest nipples Erik had ever seen on a man OR woman,, PIERCED
nipples no less! This strange man flexed like a bodybuilder while his
newly blonde and now seemingly fagg friends…. Worshipped him?
That
seemed to be the only word for it. Erik had never seen anyone quite
like him. The man had the honest, all-American face of a Mid-western
farmer, but that was the only trace left of the old Marc Blucas. He
was almost an inexplicable combination of innocence and corruption,
as inexplicable as the scene that was taking place before Erik. His
face was gentle, his eyes kind, his hair conservatively cut. But he
was totally naked, and tattoos covered his tight muscular body. Erik
couldn't see them all, but from what he could see, one of his
shoulders had the words "Twink Lover" tattooed on it, the other had
the words "Chicken Hawk", and across his chest, in massive black
letters was tattooed the words "BOY LOVER". His massive nipples were
pierced, and so were both ears with what looked like solid gold. And
Erik could see an incredibly elaborate tattoo on his rock solid back
of a muscular hunky man fucking a young boy down on his knees. While
Erik thought he must have been tripping seeing this sight, his former
friends just gazed, wide-eyed, disappointedly up at him like a God as
he left them to approach Erik. Erik wanted to run, to cry for help,
but somehow…. Something in this man smelt so good! He wanted to
smell it more, and that desire was overcoming his better instincts.
Marc left the his twinks, saying simply "Go play bois", and
came up
close to the no longer able to flee Erik, allowing him to bask in the
musky scent that now exuded from his body, and said "Those bois
over
by the pool are your buds, right?" "Yeah, dude, I guess."
Said
Erik. Somehow, he couldn't not respond…. but his buddies
were
behaving so strangely now, currently engaging in a game of
"Tag" –
with one variation - instead of just touching the person, they had to
get their finger up each others' holes before they could yell
"Tag!
Your IT!" "Buds play with each other out, right?" Marc said,
smiling
his sweetest smile. "Yeah, of course, dude." Erik responded. That
was obvious! He'd come here with his buds. He found himself
wishing
he could play TOO! "Boys who are buds like to have fun together,
to….
play together right?" "That's right" Erik responded,
becoming more
entranced by the smell of Marc by the minute "Great! Well, bud, right
now I'm stiff as a board. I'd jerk off myself but I like it
better
when a hot young dude does it, and I'm nominating you! CUM with
me!", Marc said, laughingly/ "Wh-what! ??" Erik said, frightened, but
the his transformation was growing irresistible, the more Marc spoke
to him, the stronger it got. "Come on, bud! What are friends for?
I'll play with you if you play with me!" Marc said, grinning,
showing off his perfect teeth and turning to go back in the house.
Erik reluctantly followed, his face confused, dazedly noticing
Marc's
now huge ass cheeks were tattooed with the words "BOI LUVER!"
Something was wrong here, Erik knew, but he could no longer quite
grasp it. "Just follow along!"' said Marc in his most sexy,
seductive voice, and led the now totally entranced Erik into his
bedroom for his own transformation into a gay twink so he could play
with all his friends again.
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**Marc took Erik on his bed and started fooling around with him. At
first, Marc had to guide Erik's hands onto his cock, unbuttoning
Erik's shorts, grabbing his dick, but soon they were both unstoppably
jerking each other off. Erik's technique was very poor at first but
Marc guided him and it slowly improved. "Dude, this is FUN,
isn't
it!" grunted Marc to Erik, "Nothing wrong with a boy just playing a
game!" He grinned friendlily at Erik, who still felt confused
and
dizzy, but increasingly turned on with every single stroke. Marc
whispered in Erik's ear his new destiny to him in a
matter-of-fact
way, that being a brainwashed sex-boi was just like a new role, and
they both now had a Master who would micro-manage all the details of
both of their new lives - what they would wear, what they would think
about, their work-out routines, their entire IDENTITIES! Erik could
no longer resist. He now only wanted to serve his MASTER and join
his buddies! He was still scared, but increasingly excited. He was
steadily growing more entranced, while Marc was getting more and more
turned on by his newfound power over Erik, his seductive descriptions
of Erik's future life growing more and more restrictive and
controlling to the former young "dude" who had once stared on
television shows, but now would be playing a NEW role! Marc softly
explained to Erik that when he fucked him, he would completely turn
into a total gay twink forever, just like his 6 friends already were.
Erik tried to argue with Marc, crying now, trying to talk him out of
fucking him, pleading that he was STRAIGHT, god damn it! But Marc
has no intention of showing mercy to him now. Erik was increasingly
faltering in his arguments and growing more half-hearted by the
second. His conditioning was affecting him - he began to think maybe
he SHOULD let Marc fuck him and allow himself to be a thong-wearing
faggot like his buds now apparently were, maybe Marc WAS right, maybe
he NEEDED to be a mindless gay sex-slave, though the thought
terrified him. It was still so threatening, but so seductive. Erik
just couldn't hold himself back any longer! He stopped his,
rubbed
his vacant eye, and now grinned broadly, gave Marc a big kiss, and
said flirtatiously "I WANNA PLAY A GAME! I JUST MADE IT UP!
IT'S
CALLED "DIVE ON MARC'S TOOL!" he practically squealed,
rubbing his
now sweat-soaked naked body all over Marc's muscular one
affectionately. "Sure, go for it Boi!" Marc said
encouragingly,
licking Erik's face. He could hardly WAIT for this! Erik now got
up
from the bed, ran to the other end of the bedroom and shook his naked
body, vaulted like an Olympic athlete, and with complete perfection
threw himself onto Marc's dick, which he pushed into him as far
as
possible, with every bit of his strength. Marc's dick was now
tattooed with the words "BOI PECKER", and he drove it into
Erik's now
willing asshole repeatedly, riding him like the twink he now almost
was…
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** As he fucked Erik hardly, Marc explained quietly to him that he
would now be breaking up with his girlfriend and coming to join
Marc's newly-created twink harem. The sounds of the boys
"playing"
with each other could be heard easily through the window. Erik was
already so entranced, he accepted this as what he must do, but he was
also still stunned and his eyes grew wide as he listened to Marc's
orders. He increasingly feebly tried to argue with Marc, to resist,
to prevent his conversion as he rode his cock uncontrollably, but it
was so much less powerful now, less meaningful to him. Marc
impatiently shot all his protests down down, running his tattooed
muscular arms over Erik's whole body, saying "It's gotta happen,
kid! It's your DESTINY!" Erik was still trying desperately to
resist, but Marc's dick felt so good, it was like it was covered
in a
drug (which of course it was!) He couldn't help himself. He
fucked
Marc's dick even more furiously as he listened carefully to
Marc's
instructions. Marc explained Erik's new lifestyle to him as he fucked
him ferociously, both growing steadily more excited. "No more
girls, ever again, that's the way it's gotta be for ALL of us
slaves
from now on! You're a boi, and bois will be BOIS!" he
explained
softly to Erik. "You will dress in one of the little uniforms
the
other bois are wearing already, there's one right on my dresser,
and
Stallion Management will now approve every piece of your wardrobe you
ever wear again, in fact! Mr. Stallion says he might like to see you
all wearing little Cub Scout outfits." Marc laughed, and pinched
Erik's nipples. He was delighted to serve his new Master now,
and
Erik yelled in joy at the sensation. "Here are our Master's
instructions for you now!" Marc said seductively. "If you
are alone
and horny, you're allowed to jerk off thinking about me and MY
BODY,
or barring that, the MASTER, who you will soon meet! You are allowed
to play with the other bois in the harem, but all the while you will
all only think about and talk about me, your new HEADMASTER, and
other hunky men as you're doing it. I think you all can get started
on GQ, Esquire, Details, male fashion magazines filled with hot
photos and pictorials of male models. Soon, you will meet these men
and be one of their toys, as you deserve, as you now desire!"
Marc
instructed, shoving his dick into Erik's ass even more
forcefully. "Yes! YES!" Erik screamed, now sobbing with
desire,
riding Marc's massive dick faster and now with no control at all.
He
couldn't wait to meet his MASTER!Marc honestly still felt some
regret
and lingering pangs of his old, good conscience. He really was a
genuinely good guy, always had been, but that was part of the reason
Mr. Stallion had chosen him for this role. He didn't want his
twinks
supervised by someone cruel or vicious. He wanted a kind farmer for
his chickens, to gently, but also firmly, supervise the Twink harem
he now planned on assembling."My god! What am I doing to this kid?"
Marc thought to himself guiltily, "I should let him go back to his
girlfriend and live his life in peace!" Then he looked at Erik and
saw his bubble-butt shivering in a mixture of ecstasy and fear, and
saw his cock buried in it and felt how good it felt, and he recalled
how powerful and strong he felt now knowing now that he was a
tattooed, muscular, irresistible gay man. Stallion Productions had
given him the opportunity to lead these young boys sex-lives,
redirecting them, joining them together (both physically and
mentally), fucking them, like the studly top hunk he now was,
smelling like the hot stud he now was who no boy could
resist…ever!
Stallion Management had given him the greatest dream of his life!
Marc's breath grew short thinking about his new life as he looked
down at the writhing Erik now lying naked on his bed, face down, ass
pumping like a tire being reflated as he fucked it, still mumbling
denials so quietly now he could barely hear them, and Marc laughingly
said. "Sorry, kiddo, this is for your own good! You'll be a lot
better off all twinked-up like your buds, believe me. It's just your
fate, sonny boy, so stop fighting and just relax!" Marc said in his
new forceful voice, rationalizing it to both himself and the hot
young man he wanted to transform and convert now at the same
time..Ronnie took a break from the bois' current game of
"Hide and
Seek" to have a peek in the bedroom window approvingly. Erik had
once just been a friend of his, but Ronnie now knew he was just a
useless annoying straight boy, and as a fellow gay twink, he would be
useful and finally serve a purpose.
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**After Marc had fucked Erik, his seed entered his bloodstream and
had the exact effects Kullen had described. Marc's cum had the
almost the same effect on Erik that the pool had had on his
friends. He hadn't yet lost all his body hair, but his mind had
changed identically. He no longer had the mind of a young straight
man anymore, but that of a young gay twink who thought of hunky men
more fervently than a young teenage girl. The old Erik Von Detten
was gone. The seventh Twinkie was born.Marc still wondered if he had
done the right thing, if he had taken the right path, when he heard
the sweet, reassuring voice of his newborn twink whisper in his ear,
sticking his tongue into it affectionately, and whispering
sweetly "You did the right thing Marc! I was a BAD boy wanting to be
straight and go with girls! You saved me from all that forever!
Thank you Marc!!!!!!!!" he cooed, now licking Marc's ripped
tattooed
chest like a dog, to clean off the sweat from the exertion of
Marc's
furious fucking of him, and it tasted so GOOD. As he drank it all
up, it just served to reinforce his transformationIt had been an
emotional experience for them both. They both had almost faltered,
but finally Erik's conversion had taken place…They now both
came
together like erupting geysers, as Marc abandoned all trace of his
own former hesitation and got wilder and wilder in his commands that
completed Erik's transformation irreversibly. Marc now had his
greatest dream fulfilled, a harem of teen idols living with him, six
of them waiting even now to serve under him on hand and foot,
lounging and playing by his pool, the seventh now ready to join them.
Erik rubbed Marc's cum through his tousled hair and all over his
body, drinking every last drop he could. He nuzzled affectionately
on Marc's armpit and humbly asked his hunky fucker feebly in the
new
version of his voice that sounded as if his adolescent voice change
had been reversed, which it actually had, thanks to Kullen's
chemical
acumen! "Marc Sir," Erik said sweetly, may I now have a dip
in the
pool myself, so I can take my place among the other bois and play
with them now?", nuzzling Marc's neck now. Marc sweetly
kissed this
newest newborn twinkboi on Erik's already even fuller, sweeter
lips
sweetly, and then he said "Of course Erik! Go have some fun with
the
other bois! I want to do some more crunches and lifting anyway!
I'll be out to play with you bois within the hour!"
"THANKS MARC!"
Erik said, and puckered Marc's nipples affectionately,
thankfully,
and got up to put on his own G-String "Hostess Twinkie"
uniform
without a second thought, humming to himself Aaron's new song,
"OH
MARCKIE YIPPIE DOO, I'M A BOI FOR YOU!" As the new twickie
did, his
cell phone rang from the pocket of his now discarded shorts. He
picked it up and saw the name "Emily" on the caller-ID.
"Emily? I
don't know any Emily! EWWWW GIRLS!!!!!" He thought, and
turned the
phone off. It must have been a wrong number (and now, in a sense, it
WAS!). "Have fun Erik!" said Marc, laying back in his bed,
using his
finger to gather up the last drops of Erik's boycum from his
soaked
bed sheets, and sticking his finger in his mouth, his muscles
rippling with the taste. "Call me "Rickie", silly!"
The transformed
boi giggled girlishly. Then he pranced out to join his fellow twinks
in the pool who were now playing "Marco Polo" in the pool.
Rickie
couldn't wait to get the last of this hideous body hair off and
get
his locks dyed to match his other boi buddies and join in the game!
As Marc worked out, he couldn't help but hear the eager splashing
from his pool and the boyish young voices squealing "MARCO!",
"POLO"
and giggling together. One of the most enthusiastic shouts came from
Rickie, who had now rejoined his former buds that were now his fellow
twinks, all of them eagerly awaiting the hunky Marc's return.
Marc's
original innocent straight-arrow values had still been in conflict
with his new desires for control and domination of teeny-bopper
idols, but now, hearing the bois having fun in his pool as he did his
crunches, his new desires had now finally won out totally, forever.
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** Marc was now reclining on a deck chair, his arms crossed behind
his head as all seven twinks, still wet from another dip in the pool,
worshipped him together, just like the little chickens they now
were. Rickie held a drink to Marc's mouth, letting him sip a
Margarita from a straw while he playfully shook Marc's nipple
rings.
Devie knelt at Marc's side and licked and worshiped his exposed
armpits. Willie knelt down a little lower down so he could suckle
both of Marc's perfect abs. Chrissie was down at the foot of the
deck chair and sucking his toes like they were tastier than any
shrimp he had eve tasted, which they were to Chrissie now! And
Davie knelt at his waist and was playing with Marc's cock and
balls,
kissing them all over and licking them, tastier meat than any he had
ever tasted! Marc's eyes were closed and there was an expression of
immense satisfaction on his face as he felt only thankfulness that he
now had a career he could never have dreamed of, as he dreamed of his
newfound life as headmaster of the "Cream-Filled Twinkie
Institute",
a wholly-owned subsidiary of Stallion Productions. Marc's career
HAD
been improved in a way he had never dreamed! He was a gay hunk now
surrounded by seven young teen idols worshipping him. This was
beyond his WILDEST (new) dreams! He was now being rimmed by Ronnie
(who particularly enjoyed doing this), while he laid on his back
sleepily getting a massage from Lukie, who couldn't help but pay
special attention to the tattoos that turned him on so much now! When
Marc told them, all seven bois went to work remodeling Marc's
house
in the Hollywood Hills into it's new purpose – the HQ of
"Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute", based on plans designed by its CEO,
Mr.
Stallion, who himself had based it on ancient Greco-Roman design,
appropriate for it's new purpose, a place the bois could both
continue their retraining and bring other young sexy boys to join the
fold as well! Mr. Stallion had already arranged to be placed in every
Gay publication in the country to raise even more money for the Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute, featuring an already taken headshot of
young Aaron at his cutest and blondest looking desperately unhappy,
his lips quivering as if about to cry, while the text (written by
him, of course) read "Every day a gay twink goes unborn! For
only a
dollar a day (that's less than the price of a condom!), you can
help
bring more gay bois into their new world! So please give –
they're
just waiting to learn the pleasures of man worship, and the first
cock they suck could be YOURS!" As Ronnie forced his expert young
tongue into Marc's ass and all the newborn twink bois argued over
whose turn it was to rubbed Marc's muscular, ornately decorated
back
with oil, Ronnie felt pleased that his assigned mission was
accomplished. He had been exactly what Mr. Stallion had planned, a
line of boi-bait to seduce this formerly straight and decent man into
a Boi lover forever, and to also to lure his other guy friends into
becoming "boifriends". Aaron Carter, now such a twink that
he would
prefer to be called "Ronnie" from now on, felt such a surge
of pride
that his hairless cock came without him even touching it. And it was
utterly appropriate – his boy dick had truly been the worm on the
hook, only not to catch fish (EWWWW!!!! Ronnie would have squealed at
the idea now), but in this case, it had been to create
a :"Chickenhawk:' and now an entire "chicken" coop!
Aaron had
completed his assigned mission, and as he joined his fellow twinks to
worship Marc some more, he felt a sense of TOTAL ACOMPLISHMENT! But
at the same moment, his newly transformed boyfiend Gay Lachey's
OWN
mission was just beginning!!!!!! UP NEXT! NICK PREPARES FOR HIS
MISSION WITH RYAN PHILLIPE, AND RICKY MARTIN, PLUS A VERY SPECIAL
GUEST.!) AND SERIOUSLY, I JUST WANT TO GIVE SOME FUN TO SOME READERS
AND HOPE I KEEP FINDING THE TIME TO CONTINUE. PEACE,
ALL! STALLION MANAGEMENT – CHAPTER 8 –
"RIDE ON MARC'S
TOOL" OK BOYS THIS IS THE WILDEST YET, ONCE AGAIN INSPIRED BY MY
FELLOW "PARTNERS IN CRIME". I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT! Erik
had
finally gotten off the phone with that whining girlfriend of his who
just couldn't seem to understand that he was not a kid anymore,
he
was a red blooded American Man whose god-given right was to get as
much pussy as he could, and if his plans worked out like he wanted
them to, he soon would be. Little did he know Mr. Stallion's own
plans for him! He had walked back to join his friends around the
pool, hoping Lindsay Lohan was there by now, who he really wanted to
get down with in a sexual way. When he saw the scene that was
taking place, he stood open-mouthed, utterly shocked. It WAS a scene
of "getting down in a sexual way", but not the kind of scene
he was
expecting. All his friends were wearing…. Were they G-STRINGS?
Aaron, David and Lukas had been blonde of course, but now they were
ALL blonde, PLATINUM blonde practically! And the worst part was,
they were licking some MAN from head to toe like little boys eating
an ice cream cone, moaning phrases like "You're so sexy!"
and "You
taste so good!" in boyish, almost feminine voices that didn't
sound
at all like their own, and besides, his buds would never say things
like that to a man, never would be DOING them to a man! Will was
actually licking his balls, Lukas, he couldn't believe, was
licking
the man's DICK like a little boy sucking a lollipop, and worst of
all, David seemed to have his face buried in the man's naked ASS
so
far his face was almost invisible! Meanwhile, Devon and Christopher
were on either side, licking the sweat off his armpits like puppies!
And Aaron was in front, licking the man's chest and playing with
the
biggest nipples Erik had ever seen on a man OR woman,, PIERCED
nipples no less! This strange man flexed like a bodybuilder while his
newly blonde and now seemingly fagg friends…. Worshipped him?
That
seemed to be the only word for it. Erik had never seen anyone quite
like him. The man had the honest, all-American face of a Mid-western
farmer, but that was the only trace left of the old Marc Blucas. He
was almost an inexplicable combination of innocence and corruption,
as inexplicable as the scene that was taking place before Erik. His
face was gentle, his eyes kind, his hair conservatively cut. But he
was totally naked, and tattoos covered his tight muscular body. Erik
couldn't see them all, but from what he could see, one of his
shoulders had the words "Twink Lover" tattooed on it, the other had
the words "Chicken Hawk", and across his chest, in massive black
letters was tattooed the words "BOY LOVER". His massive nipples were
pierced, and so were both ears with what looked like solid gold. And
Erik could see an incredibly elaborate tattoo on his rock solid back
of a muscular hunky man fucking a young boy down on his knees. While
Erik thought he must have been tripping seeing this sight, his former
friends just gazed, wide-eyed, disappointedly up at him like a God as
he left them to approach Erik. Erik wanted to run, to cry for help,
but somehow…. Something in this man smelt so good! He wanted to
smell it more, and that desire was overcoming his better instincts.
Marc left the his twinks, saying simply "Go play bois", and
came up
close to the no longer able to flee Erik, allowing him to bask in the
musky scent that now exuded from his body, and said "Those bois
over
by the pool are your buds, right?" "Yeah, dude, I guess."
Said
Erik. Somehow, he couldn't not respond…. but his buddies
were
behaving so strangely now, currently engaging in a game of
"Tag" –
with one variation - instead of just touching the person, they had to
get their finger up each others' holes before they could yell
"Tag!
Your IT!" "Buds play with each other out, right?" Marc said,
smiling
his sweetest smile. "Yeah, of course, dude." Erik responded. That
was obvious! He'd come here with his buds. He found himself
wishing
he could play TOO! "Boys who are buds like to have fun together,
to….
play together right?" "That's right" Erik responded,
becoming more
entranced by the smell of Marc by the minute "Great! Well, bud, right
now I'm stiff as a board. I'd jerk off myself but I like it
better
when a hot young dude does it, and I'm nominating you! CUM with
me!", Marc said, laughingly/ "Wh-what! ??" Erik said, frightened, but
the his transformation was growing irresistible, the more Marc spoke
to him, the stronger it got. "Come on, bud! What are friends for?
I'll play with you if you play with me!" Marc said, grinning,
showing off his perfect teeth and turning to go back in the house.
Erik reluctantly followed, his face confused, dazedly noticing
Marc's
now huge ass cheeks were tattooed with the words "BOI LUVER!"
Something was wrong here, Erik knew, but he could no longer quite
grasp it. "Just follow along!"' said Marc in his most sexy,
seductive voice, and led the now totally entranced Erik into his
bedroom for his own transformation into a gay twink so he could play
with all his friends again.
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**Marc took Erik on his bed and started fooling around with him. At
first, Marc had to guide Erik's hands onto his cock, unbuttoning
Erik's shorts, grabbing his dick, but soon they were both unstoppably
jerking each other off. Erik's technique was very poor at first but
Marc guided him and it slowly improved. "Dude, this is FUN,
isn't
it!" grunted Marc to Erik, "Nothing wrong with a boy just playing a
game!" He grinned friendlily at Erik, who still felt confused
and
dizzy, but increasingly turned on with every single stroke. Marc
whispered in Erik's ear his new destiny to him in a
matter-of-fact
way, that being a brainwashed sex-boi was just like a new role, and
they both now had a Master who would micro-manage all the details of
both of their new lives - what they would wear, what they would think
about, their work-out routines, their entire IDENTITIES! Erik could
no longer resist. He now only wanted to serve his MASTER and join
his buddies! He was still scared, but increasingly excited. He was
steadily growing more entranced, while Marc was getting more and more
turned on by his newfound power over Erik, his seductive descriptions
of Erik's future life growing more and more restrictive and
controlling to the former young "dude" who had once stared on
television shows, but now would be playing a NEW role! Marc softly
explained to Erik that when he fucked him, he would completely turn
into a total gay twink forever, just like his 6 friends already were.
Erik tried to argue with Marc, crying now, trying to talk him out of
fucking him, pleading that he was STRAIGHT, god damn it! But Marc
has no intention of showing mercy to him now. Erik was increasingly
faltering in his arguments and growing more half-hearted by the
second. His conditioning was affecting him - he began to think maybe
he SHOULD let Marc fuck him and allow himself to be a thong-wearing
faggot like his buds now apparently were, maybe Marc WAS right, maybe
he NEEDED to be a mindless gay sex-slave, though the thought
terrified him. It was still so threatening, but so seductive. Erik
just couldn't hold himself back any longer! He stopped his,
rubbed
his vacant eye, and now grinned broadly, gave Marc a big kiss, and
said flirtatiously "I WANNA PLAY A GAME! I JUST MADE IT UP!
IT'S
CALLED "DIVE ON MARC'S TOOL!" he practically squealed,
rubbing his
now sweat-soaked naked body all over Marc's muscular one
affectionately. "Sure, go for it Boi!" Marc said
encouragingly,
licking Erik's face. He could hardly WAIT for this! Erik now got
up
from the bed, ran to the other end of the bedroom and shook his naked
body, vaulted like an Olympic athlete, and with complete perfection
threw himself onto Marc's dick, which he pushed into him as far
as
possible, with every bit of his strength. Marc's dick was now
tattooed with the words "BOI PECKER", and he drove it into
Erik's now
willing asshole repeatedly, riding him like the twink he now almost
was…
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** As he fucked Erik hardly, Marc explained quietly to him that he
would now be breaking up with his girlfriend and coming to join
Marc's newly-created twink harem. The sounds of the boys
"playing"
with each other could be heard easily through the window. Erik was
already so entranced, he accepted this as what he must do, but he was
also still stunned and his eyes grew wide as he listened to Marc's
orders. He increasingly feebly tried to argue with Marc, to resist,
to prevent his conversion as he rode his cock uncontrollably, but it
was so much less powerful now, less meaningful to him. Marc
impatiently shot all his protests down down, running his tattooed
muscular arms over Erik's whole body, saying "It's gotta happen,
kid! It's your DESTINY!" Erik was still trying desperately to
resist, but Marc's dick felt so good, it was like it was covered
in a
drug (which of course it was!) He couldn't help himself. He
fucked
Marc's dick even more furiously as he listened carefully to
Marc's
instructions. Marc explained Erik's new lifestyle to him as he fucked
him ferociously, both growing steadily more excited. "No more
girls, ever again, that's the way it's gotta be for ALL of us
slaves
from now on! You're a boi, and bois will be BOIS!" he
explained
softly to Erik. "You will dress in one of the little uniforms
the
other bois are wearing already, there's one right on my dresser,
and
Stallion Management will now approve every piece of your wardrobe you
ever wear again, in fact! Mr. Stallion says he might like to see you
all wearing little Cub Scout outfits." Marc laughed, and pinched
Erik's nipples. He was delighted to serve his new Master now,
and
Erik yelled in joy at the sensation. "Here are our Master's
instructions for you now!" Marc said seductively. "If you
are alone
and horny, you're allowed to jerk off thinking about me and MY
BODY,
or barring that, the MASTER, who you will soon meet! You are allowed
to play with the other bois in the harem, but all the while you will
all only think about and talk about me, your new HEADMASTER, and
other hunky men as you're doing it. I think you all can get started
on GQ, Esquire, Details, male fashion magazines filled with hot
photos and pictorials of male models. Soon, you will meet these men
and be one of their toys, as you deserve, as you now desire!"
Marc
instructed, shoving his dick into Erik's ass even more
forcefully. "Yes! YES!" Erik screamed, now sobbing with
desire,
riding Marc's massive dick faster and now with no control at all.
He
couldn't wait to meet his MASTER!Marc honestly still felt some
regret
and lingering pangs of his old, good conscience. He really was a
genuinely good guy, always had been, but that was part of the reason
Mr. Stallion had chosen him for this role. He didn't want his
twinks
supervised by someone cruel or vicious. He wanted a kind farmer for
his chickens, to gently, but also firmly, supervise the Twink harem
he now planned on assembling."My god! What am I doing to this kid?"
Marc thought to himself guiltily, "I should let him go back to his
girlfriend and live his life in peace!" Then he looked at Erik and
saw his bubble-butt shivering in a mixture of ecstasy and fear, and
saw his cock buried in it and felt how good it felt, and he recalled
how powerful and strong he felt now knowing now that he was a
tattooed, muscular, irresistible gay man. Stallion Productions had
given him the opportunity to lead these young boys sex-lives,
redirecting them, joining them together (both physically and
mentally), fucking them, like the studly top hunk he now was,
smelling like the hot stud he now was who no boy could
resist…ever!
Stallion Management had given him the greatest dream of his life!
Marc's breath grew short thinking about his new life as he looked
down at the writhing Erik now lying naked on his bed, face down, ass
pumping like a tire being reflated as he fucked it, still mumbling
denials so quietly now he could barely hear them, and Marc laughingly
said. "Sorry, kiddo, this is for your own good! You'll be a lot
better off all twinked-up like your buds, believe me. It's just your
fate, sonny boy, so stop fighting and just relax!" Marc said in his
new forceful voice, rationalizing it to both himself and the hot
young man he wanted to transform and convert now at the same
time..Ronnie took a break from the bois' current game of
"Hide and
Seek" to have a peek in the bedroom window approvingly. Erik had
once just been a friend of his, but Ronnie now knew he was just a
useless annoying straight boy, and as a fellow gay twink, he would be
useful and finally serve a purpose.
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**After Marc had fucked Erik, his seed entered his bloodstream and
had the exact effects Kullen had described. Marc's cum had the
almost the same effect on Erik that the pool had had on his
friends. He hadn't yet lost all his body hair, but his mind had
changed identically. He no longer had the mind of a young straight
man anymore, but that of a young gay twink who thought of hunky men
more fervently than a young teenage girl. The old Erik Von Detten
was gone. The seventh Twinkie was born.Marc still wondered if he had
done the right thing, if he had taken the right path, when he heard
the sweet, reassuring voice of his newborn twink whisper in his ear,
sticking his tongue into it affectionately, and whispering
sweetly "You did the right thing Marc! I was a BAD boy wanting to be
straight and go with girls! You saved me from all that forever!
Thank you Marc!!!!!!!!" he cooed, now licking Marc's ripped
tattooed
chest like a dog, to clean off the sweat from the exertion of
Marc's
furious fucking of him, and it tasted so GOOD. As he drank it all
up, it just served to reinforce his transformationIt had been an
emotional experience for them both. They both had almost faltered,
but finally Erik's conversion had taken place…They now both
came
together like erupting geysers, as Marc abandoned all trace of his
own former hesitation and got wilder and wilder in his commands that
completed Erik's transformation irreversibly. Marc now had his
greatest dream fulfilled, a harem of teen idols living with him, six
of them waiting even now to serve under him on hand and foot,
lounging and playing by his pool, the seventh now ready to join them.
Erik rubbed Marc's cum through his tousled hair and all over his
body, drinking every last drop he could. He nuzzled affectionately
on Marc's armpit and humbly asked his hunky fucker feebly in the
new
version of his voice that sounded as if his adolescent voice change
had been reversed, which it actually had, thanks to Kullen's
chemical
acumen! "Marc Sir," Erik said sweetly, may I now have a dip
in the
pool myself, so I can take my place among the other bois and play
with them now?", nuzzling Marc's neck now. Marc sweetly
kissed this
newest newborn twinkboi on Erik's already even fuller, sweeter
lips
sweetly, and then he said "Of course Erik! Go have some fun with
the
other bois! I want to do some more crunches and lifting anyway!
I'll be out to play with you bois within the hour!"
"THANKS MARC!"
Erik said, and puckered Marc's nipples affectionately,
thankfully,
and got up to put on his own G-String "Hostess Twinkie"
uniform
without a second thought, humming to himself Aaron's new song,
"OH
MARCKIE YIPPIE DOO, I'M A BOI FOR YOU!" As the new twickie
did, his
cell phone rang from the pocket of his now discarded shorts. He
picked it up and saw the name "Emily" on the caller-ID.
"Emily? I
don't know any Emily! EWWWW GIRLS!!!!!" He thought, and
turned the
phone off. It must have been a wrong number (and now, in a sense, it
WAS!). "Have fun Erik!" said Marc, laying back in his bed,
using his
finger to gather up the last drops of Erik's boycum from his
soaked
bed sheets, and sticking his finger in his mouth, his muscles
rippling with the taste. "Call me "Rickie", silly!"
The transformed
boi giggled girlishly. Then he pranced out to join his fellow twinks
in the pool who were now playing "Marco Polo" in the pool.
Rickie
couldn't wait to get the last of this hideous body hair off and
get
his locks dyed to match his other boi buddies and join in the game!
As Marc worked out, he couldn't help but hear the eager splashing
from his pool and the boyish young voices squealing "MARCO!",
"POLO"
and giggling together. One of the most enthusiastic shouts came from
Rickie, who had now rejoined his former buds that were now his fellow
twinks, all of them eagerly awaiting the hunky Marc's return.
Marc's
original innocent straight-arrow values had still been in conflict
with his new desires for control and domination of teeny-bopper
idols, but now, hearing the bois having fun in his pool as he did his
crunches, his new desires had now finally won out totally, forever.
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** Marc was now reclining on a deck chair, his arms crossed behind
his head as all seven twinks, still wet from another dip in the pool,
worshipped him together, just like the little chickens they now
were. Rickie held a drink to Marc's mouth, letting him sip a
Margarita from a straw while he playfully shook Marc's nipple
rings.
Devie knelt at Marc's side and licked and worshiped his exposed
armpits. Willie knelt down a little lower down so he could suckle
both of Marc's perfect abs. Chrissie was down at the foot of the
deck chair and sucking his toes like they were tastier than any
shrimp he had eve tasted, which they were to Chrissie now! And
Davie knelt at his waist and was playing with Marc's cock and
balls,
kissing them all over and licking them, tastier meat than any he had
ever tasted! Marc's eyes were closed and there was an expression of
immense satisfaction on his face as he felt only thankfulness that he
now had a career he could never have dreamed of, as he dreamed of his
newfound life as headmaster of the "Cream-Filled Twinkie
Institute",
a wholly-owned subsidiary of Stallion Productions. Marc's career
HAD
been improved in a way he had never dreamed! He was a gay hunk now
surrounded by seven young teen idols worshipping him. This was
beyond his WILDEST (new) dreams! He was now being rimmed by Ronnie
(who particularly enjoyed doing this), while he laid on his back
sleepily getting a massage from Lukie, who couldn't help but pay
special attention to the tattoos that turned him on so much now! When
Marc told them, all seven bois went to work remodeling Marc's
house
in the Hollywood Hills into it's new purpose – the HQ of
"Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute", based on plans designed by its CEO,
Mr.
Stallion, who himself had based it on ancient Greco-Roman design,
appropriate for it's new purpose, a place the bois could both
continue their retraining and bring other young sexy boys to join the
fold as well! Mr. Stallion had already arranged to be placed in every
Gay publication in the country to raise even more money for the Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute, featuring an already taken headshot of
young Aaron at his cutest and blondest looking desperately unhappy,
his lips quivering as if about to cry, while the text (written by
him, of course) read "Every day a gay twink goes unborn! For
only a
dollar a day (that's less than the price of a condom!), you can
help
bring more gay bois into their new world! So please give –
they're
just waiting to learn the pleasures of man worship, and the first
cock they suck could be YOURS!" As Ronnie forced his expert young
tongue into Marc's ass and all the newborn twink bois argued over
whose turn it was to rubbed Marc's muscular, ornately decorated
back
with oil, Ronnie felt pleased that his assigned mission was
accomplished. He had been exactly what Mr. Stallion had planned, a
line of boi-bait to seduce this formerly straight and decent man into
a Boi lover forever, and to also to lure his other guy friends into
becoming "boifriends". Aaron Carter, now such a twink that
he would
prefer to be called "Ronnie" from now on, felt such a surge
of pride
that his hairless cock came without him even touching it. And it was
utterly appropriate – his boy dick had truly been the worm on the
hook, only not to catch fish (EWWWW!!!! Ronnie would have squealed at
the idea now), but in this case, it had been to create
a :"Chickenhawk:' and now an entire "chicken" coop!
Aaron had
completed his assigned mission, and as he joined his fellow twinks to
worship Marc some more, he felt a sense of TOTAL ACOMPLISHMENT! But
at the same moment, his newly transformed boyfiend Gay Lachey's
OWN
mission was just beginning!!!!!! UP NEXT! NICK PREPARES FOR HIS
MISSION WITH RYAN PHILLIPE, AND RICKY MARTIN, PLUS A VERY SPECIAL
GUEST.!) AND SERIOUSLY, I JUST WANT TO GIVE SOME FUN TO SOME READERS
AND HOPE I KEEP FINDING THE TIME TO CONTINUE. PEACE,
ALL! STALLION MANAGEMENT – CHAPTER 8 –
"RIDE ON MARC'S
TOOL" OK BOYS THIS IS THE WILDEST YET, ONCE AGAIN INSPIRED BY MY
FELLOW "PARTNERS IN CRIME". I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT! Erik
had
finally gotten off the phone with that whining girlfriend of his who
just couldn't seem to understand that he was not a kid anymore,
he
was a red blooded American Man whose god-given right was to get as
much pussy as he could, and if his plans worked out like he wanted
them to, he soon would be. Little did he know Mr. Stallion's own
plans for him! He had walked back to join his friends around the
pool, hoping Lindsay Lohan was there by now, who he really wanted to
get down with in a sexual way. When he saw the scene that was
taking place, he stood open-mouthed, utterly shocked. It WAS a scene
of "getting down in a sexual way", but not the kind of scene
he was
expecting. All his friends were wearing…. Were they G-STRINGS?
Aaron, David and Lukas had been blonde of course, but now they were
ALL blonde, PLATINUM blonde practically! And the worst part was,
they were licking some MAN from head to toe like little boys eating
an ice cream cone, moaning phrases like "You're so sexy!"
and "You
taste so good!" in boyish, almost feminine voices that didn't
sound
at all like their own, and besides, his buds would never say things
like that to a man, never would be DOING them to a man! Will was
actually licking his balls, Lukas, he couldn't believe, was
licking
the man's DICK like a little boy sucking a lollipop, and worst of
all, David seemed to have his face buried in the man's naked ASS
so
far his face was almost invisible! Meanwhile, Devon and Christopher
were on either side, licking the sweat off his armpits like puppies!
And Aaron was in front, licking the man's chest and playing with
the
biggest nipples Erik had ever seen on a man OR woman,, PIERCED
nipples no less! This strange man flexed like a bodybuilder while his
newly blonde and now seemingly fagg friends…. Worshipped him?
That
seemed to be the only word for it. Erik had never seen anyone quite
like him. The man had the honest, all-American face of a Mid-western
farmer, but that was the only trace left of the old Marc Blucas. He
was almost an inexplicable combination of innocence and corruption,
as inexplicable as the scene that was taking place before Erik. His
face was gentle, his eyes kind, his hair conservatively cut. But he
was totally naked, and tattoos covered his tight muscular body. Erik
couldn't see them all, but from what he could see, one of his
shoulders had the words "Twink Lover" tattooed on it, the other had
the words "Chicken Hawk", and across his chest, in massive black
letters was tattooed the words "BOY LOVER". His massive nipples were
pierced, and so were both ears with what looked like solid gold. And
Erik could see an incredibly elaborate tattoo on his rock solid back
of a muscular hunky man fucking a young boy down on his knees. While
Erik thought he must have been tripping seeing this sight, his former
friends just gazed, wide-eyed, disappointedly up at him like a God as
he left them to approach Erik. Erik wanted to run, to cry for help,
but somehow…. Something in this man smelt so good! He wanted to
smell it more, and that desire was overcoming his better instincts.
Marc left the his twinks, saying simply "Go play bois", and
came up
close to the no longer able to flee Erik, allowing him to bask in the
musky scent that now exuded from his body, and said "Those bois
over
by the pool are your buds, right?" "Yeah, dude, I guess."
Said
Erik. Somehow, he couldn't not respond…. but his buddies
were
behaving so strangely now, currently engaging in a game of
"Tag" –
with one variation - instead of just touching the person, they had to
get their finger up each others' holes before they could yell
"Tag!
Your IT!" "Buds play with each other out, right?" Marc said,
smiling
his sweetest smile. "Yeah, of course, dude." Erik responded. That
was obvious! He'd come here with his buds. He found himself
wishing
he could play TOO! "Boys who are buds like to have fun together,
to….
play together right?" "That's right" Erik responded,
becoming more
entranced by the smell of Marc by the minute "Great! Well, bud, right
now I'm stiff as a board. I'd jerk off myself but I like it
better
when a hot young dude does it, and I'm nominating you! CUM with
me!", Marc said, laughingly/ "Wh-what! ??" Erik said, frightened, but
the his transformation was growing irresistible, the more Marc spoke
to him, the stronger it got. "Come on, bud! What are friends for?
I'll play with you if you play with me!" Marc said, grinning,
showing off his perfect teeth and turning to go back in the house.
Erik reluctantly followed, his face confused, dazedly noticing
Marc's
now huge ass cheeks were tattooed with the words "BOI LUVER!"
Something was wrong here, Erik knew, but he could no longer quite
grasp it. "Just follow along!"' said Marc in his most sexy,
seductive voice, and led the now totally entranced Erik into his
bedroom for his own transformation into a gay twink so he could play
with all his friends again.
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**Marc took Erik on his bed and started fooling around with him. At
first, Marc had to guide Erik's hands onto his cock, unbuttoning
Erik's shorts, grabbing his dick, but soon they were both unstoppably
jerking each other off. Erik's technique was very poor at first but
Marc guided him and it slowly improved. "Dude, this is FUN,
isn't
it!" grunted Marc to Erik, "Nothing wrong with a boy just playing a
game!" He grinned friendlily at Erik, who still felt confused
and
dizzy, but increasingly turned on with every single stroke. Marc
whispered in Erik's ear his new destiny to him in a
matter-of-fact
way, that being a brainwashed sex-boi was just like a new role, and
they both now had a Master who would micro-manage all the details of
both of their new lives - what they would wear, what they would think
about, their work-out routines, their entire IDENTITIES! Erik could
no longer resist. He now only wanted to serve his MASTER and join
his buddies! He was still scared, but increasingly excited. He was
steadily growing more entranced, while Marc was getting more and more
turned on by his newfound power over Erik, his seductive descriptions
of Erik's future life growing more and more restrictive and
controlling to the former young "dude" who had once stared on
television shows, but now would be playing a NEW role! Marc softly
explained to Erik that when he fucked him, he would completely turn
into a total gay twink forever, just like his 6 friends already were.
Erik tried to argue with Marc, crying now, trying to talk him out of
fucking him, pleading that he was STRAIGHT, god damn it! But Marc
has no intention of showing mercy to him now. Erik was increasingly
faltering in his arguments and growing more half-hearted by the
second. His conditioning was affecting him - he began to think maybe
he SHOULD let Marc fuck him and allow himself to be a thong-wearing
faggot like his buds now apparently were, maybe Marc WAS right, maybe
he NEEDED to be a mindless gay sex-slave, though the thought
terrified him. It was still so threatening, but so seductive. Erik
just couldn't hold himself back any longer! He stopped his,
rubbed
his vacant eye, and now grinned broadly, gave Marc a big kiss, and
said flirtatiously "I WANNA PLAY A GAME! I JUST MADE IT UP!
IT'S
CALLED "DIVE ON MARC'S TOOL!" he practically squealed,
rubbing his
now sweat-soaked naked body all over Marc's muscular one
affectionately. "Sure, go for it Boi!" Marc said
encouragingly,
licking Erik's face. He could hardly WAIT for this! Erik now got
up
from the bed, ran to the other end of the bedroom and shook his naked
body, vaulted like an Olympic athlete, and with complete perfection
threw himself onto Marc's dick, which he pushed into him as far
as
possible, with every bit of his strength. Marc's dick was now
tattooed with the words "BOI PECKER", and he drove it into
Erik's now
willing asshole repeatedly, riding him like the twink he now almost
was…
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** As he fucked Erik hardly, Marc explained quietly to him that he
would now be breaking up with his girlfriend and coming to join
Marc's newly-created twink harem. The sounds of the boys
"playing"
with each other could be heard easily through the window. Erik was
already so entranced, he accepted this as what he must do, but he was
also still stunned and his eyes grew wide as he listened to Marc's
orders. He increasingly feebly tried to argue with Marc, to resist,
to prevent his conversion as he rode his cock uncontrollably, but it
was so much less powerful now, less meaningful to him. Marc
impatiently shot all his protests down down, running his tattooed
muscular arms over Erik's whole body, saying "It's gotta happen,
kid! It's your DESTINY!" Erik was still trying desperately to
resist, but Marc's dick felt so good, it was like it was covered
in a
drug (which of course it was!) He couldn't help himself. He
fucked
Marc's dick even more furiously as he listened carefully to
Marc's
instructions. Marc explained Erik's new lifestyle to him as he fucked
him ferociously, both growing steadily more excited. "No more
girls, ever again, that's the way it's gotta be for ALL of us
slaves
from now on! You're a boi, and bois will be BOIS!" he
explained
softly to Erik. "You will dress in one of the little uniforms
the
other bois are wearing already, there's one right on my dresser,
and
Stallion Management will now approve every piece of your wardrobe you
ever wear again, in fact! Mr. Stallion says he might like to see you
all wearing little Cub Scout outfits." Marc laughed, and pinched
Erik's nipples. He was delighted to serve his new Master now,
and
Erik yelled in joy at the sensation. "Here are our Master's
instructions for you now!" Marc said seductively. "If you
are alone
and horny, you're allowed to jerk off thinking about me and MY
BODY,
or barring that, the MASTER, who you will soon meet! You are allowed
to play with the other bois in the harem, but all the while you will
all only think about and talk about me, your new HEADMASTER, and
other hunky men as you're doing it. I think you all can get started
on GQ, Esquire, Details, male fashion magazines filled with hot
photos and pictorials of male models. Soon, you will meet these men
and be one of their toys, as you deserve, as you now desire!"
Marc
instructed, shoving his dick into Erik's ass even more
forcefully. "Yes! YES!" Erik screamed, now sobbing with
desire,
riding Marc's massive dick faster and now with no control at all.
He
couldn't wait to meet his MASTER!Marc honestly still felt some
regret
and lingering pangs of his old, good conscience. He really was a
genuinely good guy, always had been, but that was part of the reason
Mr. Stallion had chosen him for this role. He didn't want his
twinks
supervised by someone cruel or vicious. He wanted a kind farmer for
his chickens, to gently, but also firmly, supervise the Twink harem
he now planned on assembling."My god! What am I doing to this kid?"
Marc thought to himself guiltily, "I should let him go back to his
girlfriend and live his life in peace!" Then he looked at Erik and
saw his bubble-butt shivering in a mixture of ecstasy and fear, and
saw his cock buried in it and felt how good it felt, and he recalled
how powerful and strong he felt now knowing now that he was a
tattooed, muscular, irresistible gay man. Stallion Productions had
given him the opportunity to lead these young boys sex-lives,
redirecting them, joining them together (both physically and
mentally), fucking them, like the studly top hunk he now was,
smelling like the hot stud he now was who no boy could
resist…ever!
Stallion Management had given him the greatest dream of his life!
Marc's breath grew short thinking about his new life as he looked
down at the writhing Erik now lying naked on his bed, face down, ass
pumping like a tire being reflated as he fucked it, still mumbling
denials so quietly now he could barely hear them, and Marc laughingly
said. "Sorry, kiddo, this is for your own good! You'll be a lot
better off all twinked-up like your buds, believe me. It's just your
fate, sonny boy, so stop fighting and just relax!" Marc said in his
new forceful voice, rationalizing it to both himself and the hot
young man he wanted to transform and convert now at the same
time..Ronnie took a break from the bois' current game of
"Hide and
Seek" to have a peek in the bedroom window approvingly. Erik had
once just been a friend of his, but Ronnie now knew he was just a
useless annoying straight boy, and as a fellow gay twink, he would be
useful and finally serve a purpose.
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**After Marc had fucked Erik, his seed entered his bloodstream and
had the exact effects Kullen had described. Marc's cum had the
almost the same effect on Erik that the pool had had on his
friends. He hadn't yet lost all his body hair, but his mind had
changed identically. He no longer had the mind of a young straight
man anymore, but that of a young gay twink who thought of hunky men
more fervently than a young teenage girl. The old Erik Von Detten
was gone. The seventh Twinkie was born.Marc still wondered if he had
done the right thing, if he had taken the right path, when he heard
the sweet, reassuring voice of his newborn twink whisper in his ear,
sticking his tongue into it affectionately, and whispering
sweetly "You did the right thing Marc! I was a BAD boy wanting to be
straight and go with girls! You saved me from all that forever!
Thank you Marc!!!!!!!!" he cooed, now licking Marc's ripped
tattooed
chest like a dog, to clean off the sweat from the exertion of
Marc's
furious fucking of him, and it tasted so GOOD. As he drank it all
up, it just served to reinforce his transformationIt had been an
emotional experience for them both. They both had almost faltered,
but finally Erik's conversion had taken place…They now both
came
together like erupting geysers, as Marc abandoned all trace of his
own former hesitation and got wilder and wilder in his commands that
completed Erik's transformation irreversibly. Marc now had his
greatest dream fulfilled, a harem of teen idols living with him, six
of them waiting even now to serve under him on hand and foot,
lounging and playing by his pool, the seventh now ready to join them.
Erik rubbed Marc's cum through his tousled hair and all over his
body, drinking every last drop he could. He nuzzled affectionately
on Marc's armpit and humbly asked his hunky fucker feebly in the
new
version of his voice that sounded as if his adolescent voice change
had been reversed, which it actually had, thanks to Kullen's
chemical
acumen! "Marc Sir," Erik said sweetly, may I now have a dip
in the
pool myself, so I can take my place among the other bois and play
with them now?", nuzzling Marc's neck now. Marc sweetly
kissed this
newest newborn twinkboi on Erik's already even fuller, sweeter
lips
sweetly, and then he said "Of course Erik! Go have some fun with
the
other bois! I want to do some more crunches and lifting anyway!
I'll be out to play with you bois within the hour!"
"THANKS MARC!"
Erik said, and puckered Marc's nipples affectionately,
thankfully,
and got up to put on his own G-String "Hostess Twinkie"
uniform
without a second thought, humming to himself Aaron's new song,
"OH
MARCKIE YIPPIE DOO, I'M A BOI FOR YOU!" As the new twickie
did, his
cell phone rang from the pocket of his now discarded shorts. He
picked it up and saw the name "Emily" on the caller-ID.
"Emily? I
don't know any Emily! EWWWW GIRLS!!!!!" He thought, and
turned the
phone off. It must have been a wrong number (and now, in a sense, it
WAS!). "Have fun Erik!" said Marc, laying back in his bed,
using his
finger to gather up the last drops of Erik's boycum from his
soaked
bed sheets, and sticking his finger in his mouth, his muscles
rippling with the taste. "Call me "Rickie", silly!"
The transformed
boi giggled girlishly. Then he pranced out to join his fellow twinks
in the pool who were now playing "Marco Polo" in the pool.
Rickie
couldn't wait to get the last of this hideous body hair off and
get
his locks dyed to match his other boi buddies and join in the game!
As Marc worked out, he couldn't help but hear the eager splashing
from his pool and the boyish young voices squealing "MARCO!",
"POLO"
and giggling together. One of the most enthusiastic shouts came from
Rickie, who had now rejoined his former buds that were now his fellow
twinks, all of them eagerly awaiting the hunky Marc's return.
Marc's
original innocent straight-arrow values had still been in conflict
with his new desires for control and domination of teeny-bopper
idols, but now, hearing the bois having fun in his pool as he did his
crunches, his new desires had now finally won out totally, forever.
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** Marc was now reclining on a deck chair, his arms crossed behind
his head as all seven twinks, still wet from another dip in the pool,
worshipped him together, just like the little chickens they now
were. Rickie held a drink to Marc's mouth, letting him sip a
Margarita from a straw while he playfully shook Marc's nipple
rings.
Devie knelt at Marc's side and licked and worshiped his exposed
armpits. Willie knelt down a little lower down so he could suckle
both of Marc's perfect abs. Chrissie was down at the foot of the
deck chair and sucking his toes like they were tastier than any
shrimp he had eve tasted, which they were to Chrissie now! And
Davie knelt at his waist and was playing with Marc's cock and
balls,
kissing them all over and licking them, tastier meat than any he had
ever tasted! Marc's eyes were closed and there was an expression of
immense satisfaction on his face as he felt only thankfulness that he
now had a career he could never have dreamed of, as he dreamed of his
newfound life as headmaster of the "Cream-Filled Twinkie
Institute",
a wholly-owned subsidiary of Stallion Productions. Marc's career
HAD
been improved in a way he had never dreamed! He was a gay hunk now
surrounded by seven young teen idols worshipping him. This was
beyond his WILDEST (new) dreams! He was now being rimmed by Ronnie
(who particularly enjoyed doing this), while he laid on his back
sleepily getting a massage from Lukie, who couldn't help but pay
special attention to the tattoos that turned him on so much now! When
Marc told them, all seven bois went to work remodeling Marc's
house
in the Hollywood Hills into it's new purpose – the HQ of
"Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute", based on plans designed by its CEO,
Mr.
Stallion, who himself had based it on ancient Greco-Roman design,
appropriate for it's new purpose, a place the bois could both
continue their retraining and bring other young sexy boys to join the
fold as well! Mr. Stallion had already arranged to be placed in every
Gay publication in the country to raise even more money for the Cream-
Filled Twinkie Institute, featuring an already taken headshot of
young Aaron at his cutest and blondest looking desperately unhappy,
his lips quivering as if about to cry, while the text (written by
him, of course) read "Every day a gay twink goes unborn! For
only a
dollar a day (that's less than the price of a condom!), you can
help
bring more gay bois into their new world! So please give –
they're
just waiting to learn the pleasures of man worship, and the first
cock they suck could be YOURS!" As Ronnie forced his expert young
tongue into Marc's ass and all the newborn twink bois argued over
whose turn it was to rubbed Marc's muscular, ornately decorated
back
with oil, Ronnie felt pleased that his assigned mission was
accomplished. He had been exactly what Mr. Stallion had planned, a
line of boi-bait to seduce this formerly straight and decent man into
a Boi lover forever, and to also to lure his other guy friends into
becoming "boifriends". Aaron Carter, now such a twink that
he would
prefer to be called "Ronnie" from now on, felt such a surge
of pride
that his hairless cock came without him even touching it. And it was
utterly appropriate – his boy dick had truly been the worm on the
hook, only not to catch fish (EWWWW!!!! Ronnie would have squealed at
the idea now), but in this case, it had been to create
a :"Chickenhawk:' and now an entire "chicken" coop!
Aaron had
completed his assigned mission, and as he joined his fellow twinks to
worship Marc some more, he felt a sense of TOTAL ACOMPLISHMENT! But
at the same moment, his newly transformed boyfiend Gay Lachey's
OWN
mission was just beginning!!!!!! UP NEXT! NICK PREPARES FOR HIS
MISSION WITH RYAN PHILLIPE, AND RICKY MARTIN, PLUS A VERY SPECIAL
GUEST.!) AND SERIOUSLY, I JUST WANT TO GIVE SOME FUN TO SOME READERS
AND HOPE I KEEP FINDING THE TIME TO CONTINUE. PEACE,
ALL! STALLION MANAGEMENT – CHAPTER 8 –
"RIDE ON MARC'S
TOOL" OK BOYS THIS IS THE WILDEST YET, ONCE AGAIN INSPIRED BY MY
FELLOW "PARTNERS IN CRIME". I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT! Erik
had
finally gotten off the phone with that whining girlfriend of his who
just couldn't seem to understand that he was not a kid anymore,
he
was a red blooded American Man whose god-given right was to get as
much pussy as he could, and if his plans worked out like he wanted
them to, he soon would be. Little did he know Mr. Stallion's own
plans for him! He had walked back to join his friends around the
pool, hoping Lindsay Lohan was there by now, who he really wanted to
get down with in a sexual way. When he saw the scene that was
taking place, he stood open-mouthed, utterly shocked. It WAS a scene
of "getting down in a sexual way", but not the kind of scene
he was
expecting. All his friends were wearing…. Were they G-STRINGS?
Aaron, David and Lukas had been blonde of course, but now they were
ALL blonde, PLATINUM blonde practically! And the worst part was,
they were licking some MAN from head to toe like little boys eating
an ice cream cone, moaning phrases like "You're so sexy!"
and "You
taste so good!" in boyish, almost feminine voices that didn't
sound
at all like their own, and besides, his buds would never say things
like that to a man, never would be DOING them to a man! Will was
actually licking his balls, Lukas, he couldn't believe, was
licking
the man's DICK like a little boy sucking a lollipop, and worst of
all, David seemed to have his face buried in the man's naked ASS
so
far his face was almost invisible! Meanwhile, Devon and Christopher
were on either side, licking the sweat off his armpits like puppies!
And Aaron was in front, licking the man's chest and playing with
the
biggest nipples Erik had ever seen on a man OR woman,, PIERCED
nipples no less! This strange man flexed like a bodybuilder while his
newly blonde and now seemingly fagg friends…. Worshipped him?
That
seemed to be the only word for it. Erik had never seen anyone quite
like him. The man had the honest, all-American face of a Mid-western
farmer, but that was the only trace left of the old Marc Blucas. He
was almost an inexplicable combination of innocence and corruption,
as inexplicable as the scene that was taking place before Erik. His
face was gentle, his eyes kind, his hair conservatively cut. But he
was totally naked, and tattoos covered his tight muscular body. Erik
couldn't see them all, but from what he could see, one of his
shoulders had the words "Twink Lover" tattooed on it, the other had
the words "Chicken Hawk", and across his chest, in massive black
letters was tattooed the words "BOY LOVER". His massive nipples were
pierced, and so were both ears with what looked like solid gold. And
Erik could see an incredibly elaborate tattoo on his rock solid back
of a muscular hunky man fucking a young boy down on his knees. While
Erik thought he must have been tripping seeing this sight, his former
friends just gazed, wide-eyed, disappointedly up at him like a God as
he left them to approach Erik. Erik wanted to run, to cry for help,
but somehow…. Something in this man smelt so good! He wanted to
smell it more, and that desire was overcoming his better instincts.
Marc left the his twinks, saying simply "Go play bois", and
came up
close to the no longer able to flee Erik, allowing him to bask in the
musky scent that now exuded from his body, and said "Those bois
over
by the pool are your buds, right?" "Yeah, dude, I guess."
Said
Erik. Somehow, he couldn't not respond…. but his buddies
were
behaving so strangely now, currently engaging in a game of
"Tag" –
with one variation - instead of just touching the person, they had to
get their finger up each others' holes before they could yell
"Tag!
Your IT!" "Buds play with each other out, right?" Marc said,
smiling
his sweetest smile. "Yeah, of course, dude." Erik responded. That
was obvious! He'd come here with his buds. He found himself
wishing
he could play TOO! "Boys who are buds like to have fun together,
to….
play together right?" "That's right" Erik responded,
becoming more
entranced by the smell of Marc by the minute "Great! Well, bud, right
now I'm stiff as a board. I'd jerk off myself but I like it
better
when a hot young dude does it, and I'm nominating you! CUM with
me!", Marc said, laughingly/ "Wh-what! ??" Erik said, frightened, but
the his transformation was growing irresistible, the more Marc spoke
to him, the stronger it got. "Come on, bud! What are friends for?
I'll play with you if you play with me!" Marc said, grinning,
showing off his perfect teeth and turning to go back in the house.
Erik reluctantly followed, his face confused, dazedly noticing
Marc's
now huge ass cheeks were tattooed with the words "BOI LUVER!"
Something was wrong here, Erik knew, but he could no longer quite
grasp it. "Just follow along!"' said Marc in his most sexy,
seductive voice, and led the now totally entranced Erik into his
bedroom for his own transformation into a gay twink so he could play
with all his friends again.
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**Marc took Erik on his bed and started fooling around with him. At
first, Marc had to guide Erik's hands onto his cock, unbuttoning
Erik's shorts, grabbing his dick, but soon they were both unstoppably
jerking each other off. Erik's technique was very poor at first but
Marc guided him and it slowly improved. "Dude, this is FUN,
isn't
it!" grunted Marc to Erik, "Nothing wrong with a boy just playing a
game!" He grinned friendlily at Erik, who still felt confused
and
dizzy, but increasingly turned on with every single stroke. Marc
whispered in Erik's ear his new destiny to him in a
matter-of-fact
way, that being a brainwashed sex-boi was just like a new role, and
they both now had a Master who would micro-manage all the details of
both of their new lives - what they would wear, what they would think
about, their work-out routines, their entire IDENTITIES! Erik could
no longer resist. He now only wanted to serve his MASTER and join
his buddies! He was still scared, but increasingly excited. He was
steadily growing more entranced, while Marc was getting more and more
turned on by his newfound power over Erik, his seductive descriptions
of Erik's future life growing more and more restrictive and
controlling to the former young "dude" who had once stared on
television shows, but now would be playing a NEW role! Marc softly
explained to Erik that when he fucked him, he would completely turn
into a total gay twink forever, just like his 6 friends already were.
Erik tried to argue with Marc, crying now, trying to talk him out of
fucking him, pleading that he was STRAIGHT, god damn it! But Marc
has no intention of showing mercy to him now. Erik was increasingly
faltering in his arguments and growing more half-hearted by the
second. His conditioning was affecting him - he began to think maybe
he SHOULD let Marc fuck him and allow himself to be a thong-wearing
faggot like his buds now apparently were, maybe Marc WAS right, maybe
he NEEDED to be a mindless gay sex-slave, though the thought
terrified him. It was still so threatening, but so seductive. Erik
just couldn't hold himself back any longer! He stopped his,
rubbed
his vacant eye, and now grinned broadly, gave Marc a big kiss, and
said flirtatiously "I WANNA PLAY A GAME! I JUST MADE IT UP!
IT'S
CALLED "DIVE ON MARC'S TOOL!" he practically squealed,
rubbing his
now sweat-soaked naked body all over Marc's muscular one
affectionately. "Sure, go for it Boi!" Marc said
encouragingly,
licking Erik's face. He could hardly WAIT for this! Erik now got
up
from the bed, ran to the other end of the bedroom and shook his naked
body, vaulted like an Olympic athlete, and with complete perfection
threw himself onto Marc's dick, which he pushed into him as far
as
possible, with every bit of his strength. Marc's dick was now
tattooed with the words "BOI PECKER", and he drove it into
Erik's now
willing asshole repeatedly, riding him like the twink he now almost
was…
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** As he fucked Erik hardly, Marc explained quietly to him that he
would now be breaking up with his girlfriend and coming to join
Marc's newly-created twink harem. The sounds of the boys
"playing"
with each other could be heard easily through the window. Erik was
already so entranced, he accepted this as what he must do, but he was
also still stunned and his eyes grew wide as he listened to Marc's
orders. He increasingly feebly tried to argue with Marc, to resist,
to prevent his conversion as he rode his cock uncontrollably, but it
was so much less powerful now, less meaningful to him. Marc
impatiently shot all his protests down down, running his tattooed
muscular arms over Erik's whole body, saying "It's gotta happen,
kid! It's your DESTINY!" Erik was still trying desperately to
resist, but Marc's dick felt so good, it was like it was covered
in a
drug (which of course it was!) He couldn't help himself. He
fucked
Marc's dick even more furiously as he listened carefully to
Marc's
instructions. Marc explained Erik's new lifestyle to him as he fucked
him ferociously, both growing steadily more excited. "No more
girls, ever again, that's the way it's gotta be for ALL of us
slaves
from now on! You're a boi, and bois will be BOIS!" he
explained
softly to Erik. "You will dress in one of the little uniforms
the
other bois are wearing already, there's one right on my dresser,
and
Stallion Management will now approve every piece of your wardrobe you
ever wear again, in fact! Mr. Stallion says he might like to see you
all wearing little Cub Scout outfits." Marc laughed, and pinched
Erik's nipples. He was delighted to serve his new Master now,
and
Erik yelled in joy at the sensation. "Here are our Master's
instructions for you now!" Marc said seductively. "If you
are alone
and horny, you're allowed to jerk off thinking about me and MY
BODY,
or barring that, the MASTER, who you will soon meet! You



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