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Flashback Friday: The Holiday Bonus
Formally a Patron exclusive, this story is now free for all to enjoy this holiday season!
Zayne’s boss Quinten had been a bit of a Scrooge since he started working for him a few years ago. There were never any holiday bonuses or office parties, and Zayne often had to work overtime around the holidays. This year he had a plan to change that, but first he had to get the grinch to agree to let some music play in the office.
“Fine, you can put on some Christmas music if you keep it soft and instrumental. None of that Mariah Carey crap!” Zayne abided, for any music he could place some subliminals with would do. Slowly but surely, he got his boss to relax his rules. The volume went up, decorations went up, and plans were even made for an Office holiday party.
“Don’t you just love this holiday music, boss?” Zayne asked.
“I wouldn’t say love it, but if it keeps good employees happy, I can try to enjoy it. And I think I have something else you’ll enjoy too.”
With that, Quinten stood up and began to kiss Zayne – not that Zayne was complaining. While he always thought his boss was a bit of an arrogant jerk, he was a hot jerk. But wasn’t he straight? As the two made out, Zayne began to wonder if his hypnosis could have had some unintended consequences.
You value Zayne. You appreciate all he does for you. Zayne deserves a nice big bonus. Okay, so perhaps that valuing and appreciating Zayne had shown up in unexpected ways, but he still never thought a big bonus might get misinterpreted to mean Quinten’s dick. How was he to know that an arrogant prick like Quinten would think of his wide girth as a bonus to any woman he fucked in such a way that he actually made Bonus the nickname for his privates? Nope, Zayne was not aware of any of this and was caught by surprise as Quinten said, “Time for your holiday bonus,” and led him down to his now-unzipped cock. It was a good surprise.
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The Camping Trip
Flashback Friday: Lost & Found
Previously only available to Patrons, all can now enjoy this story with slight edits as part of Flashback Fridays! Original here.
Caleb wasn’t entirely sure what had led him to pack a bag and hit the open road that day. He felt like he simply needed to go on a hitchhiking adventure, but yet he also felt like he had to go down a certain road instead of stand near a highway with more traffic. It was as if a part of him felt lost, yet a voice deep inside of his head was telling him exactly where to go.
And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!”
He wondered why he kept telling them that when he knew deep down he was meant to hitchhike, but none of them felt right. One was a trucker that seemed like he’d probably want a favor. Another, a mom with some noisy kids. None felt like someone he wanted to hop in with.
It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortably enjoy being outdoors.
More vehicles stopped after this, but he continued to politely decline and insist he was on a walk. Yet any time he tried to think about why he was there or if he should go home, his mind started to become fuzzy.
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The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides?
Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He immediately began to feel optimistic that this would be that one, as something about that music made him feel safe.
Why was his mind still muddled though? Why did that music call out to to him? He needed to know why it sounded so familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.
Consumed by New Desires
Ever since Jamie had begun his new job, he had begun to feel constantly horny. He couldn’t quite explain it as nothing else in his life had changed, besides a recent break-up with his girlfriend – but the horniness had started before then. Maybe it was the music that constantly played at a low volume over the speakers, soft yet pulsing in a way that often left his penis twitching. Perhaps it was working around musky men with muscled bodies as he began fantasizing about his co-workers.
It started innocently enough as he began to admire the muscled builds that a job of labor combined with gym time could build. The company had a basic weight room that many of the guys used to let off some steam during their lunch break, and he found himself doing the same. That lust for more muscle kept evolving though into a lust for muscle. That admiration of men’s physiques grew into attraction, and then a desire that just kept growing stronger. He tried to shake it, but every time, the lust just came back stronger. He’d never thought of men in that way, but the more he hung out in this environment, the more he found himself fantasizing.
The time he worked next to these men inhaling their musk, the more he wondered what it would be like to fuck those he worked with, perhaps even his supervisor Alden. It was at times difficult for him to concentrate on work as thoughts of fucking others drifted into his mind over and over, and he often had trouble hiding his hard-ons behind his uniform – the large bulge was just too obvious. As constantly aroused as he was by his studly co-workers, he had begun having trouble getting it up for his girlfriend unless he was visualizing one of his muscled mates. Wherever they went, she began to notice that his eyes followed the men, and it came as a strange relief to him when she left and said, “I think you’ve been lying to the both of us about what you really want.”
Even though more men in general were catching his eye, it really was the hard-working studs he worked with that turned him on most. Something about both being blue collar guys in uniform, getting sweaty together from a hard day’s work, just really began to drive him wild. Though he still showered, he found himself starting to skip deodorant and cologne. For some reason, they had begun to overwhelm his nose, but natural musk started to smell better and better. Not only was he loving how he was smelling, but sometimes he would sneak into the work locker room and find an unlocked unit with some sniffworthy clothes in it. Soon he was spitting on his dick and masturbating to the smells and fantasies on the sly.
