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I woke up with a pounding in my head.  Dude, I feel like… so soft… so fuzzy…

Was I hungover?  I wasn’t drinkin’… maybe I gotta drink more water or whatever…?

Or like… think less?  Yeah… give my brain a break!

I rolled out of bed and stretched my body.  Fuck, I felt good.  Felt good to move.  Felt good to be.  I started stretching, but then my briefs felt… like… wrong?

I ripped ‘em off and rubbed my smooth ass.  Yeah, that was better.  Gotta be able to move.  Gotta have that freedom.  Too bad though… those briefs were like… super cute…

Whatever.  Focus on the stretch.  I’ve been working my glutes hella hard lately, so those need special attention… plus it feels so good to stretch my ass.  But I’m not some bottom or whatever, so… I did like… neck stretches too.

I glanced down at my briefs.  Super cute, but I didn’t wanna put them on.  And my sweats covered up like… everything!  There had to be something…

The jockstrap I grabbed from Dane’s room!  Like… dude, I know those are mostly for bottoms, but… Greg says his is comfy AF.  And besides… Dane’s gonna be a bottom soon… he needs someone to peer pressure him into wearing one…

Yeah… I’d just be showing him the way, y’know…?

I ripped the package open.  Sick… it was a cool looking one.  The pouch was like… hot pink, and the straps were white.  The waistband was white too, but with “PUMP!” written on it.

“I’ll make it work,” I bragged to the empty room.

The jockstrap slipped on like it was made for me.  I took a quick look at myself in the mirror… yeah, check out that fine ass.  I had to admit… that dildo felt damn good in my hole… maybe I was like… vers or whatever.

I gave my ass one more squeeze, then went out into the kitchen.  Greg’s protein shaker was still on the counter, ready to go for his post-workout shake.  He shoulda gone to work already, but I guess he was still lifting.  Dude’s been pushing his gym sessions more and more.  He wants that juicy peach.

I get it — if I was a bottom, I’d be doin’ everything to make dudes fuck me.  Can’t blame a dog for barking.

Coffee.  Bacon.  Eggs.  I danced my ass around the kitchen.

“Bro, check it out,” Dane gloated from behind me.  “Naughty naughty.”

“Yo, what’s that dude?” I grinned.

“The strap bro,” Dane snorted.  “You grabbed that outta my room, yah?”

I flexed my ass, just to let him see, then I spun around and almost dropped my plate.

Dane had gone full bottom boy!  My buff little roommate had a jockstrap covering his gorgeous cock.  He’d gone classic — white and ribbed, like a jockstrap from an 80s gym class porno.  And dude… he’d like… totally shaved his body!

“Yeah,” I laughed.  “Figured I’d peer pressure you into trying one, but…”

“Feels good, right?” he said, gripping his cock through the fabric.

“For sure,” I agreed.  “The dudes are gonna stare.  Hey… you love making them look?”

I dropped the trigger all casual, then held my breath.

“I love when men objectify me,” Dane said in a sudden monotone.  “I love when men treat me like a dummy.”

Fuck yeah.  He was a himbo bottom for sure!  I can’t believe he fell for it!

And he was like… so oblivious!

“Damn dude,” I said, reaching over and giving his ass a tap.  “You got one hell of a bubble.  Bet you feel like… stupid hawt.  Love that smooth skin!”

“Hell yeah stud!” Dane laughed and flexed his guns at me.  “Took me like… an hour!  But totally worth it!  You wanna try?  I can help…”

“Nah, I’m not a… um…” I stammered.  Oh shit bro, I like… almost gave away my scheme!  “Uh, I mean… yeah, that’d be like… super hot!”

I grinned and flexed back.

“Hell yeah bro,” Dane laughed, getting up in my face and flexing off with me.  We kept at it for a few minutes — my hairy body against his smooth frame.  Shit… maybe I would look better shaved…?

The door swung open.

“Hey guys,” Greg chuckled, his gym bag over his shoulder.  The bottom was dressed in green short shorts and a matching tank.  I could see his jockstrap peeking out from underneath… yeah, dude had gone green all over.

“Nice look,” I smirked.  We got him so good.

“You too,” he flirted back.  “Both of you.”

Dane and I glanced at each other.  Oh yeah… the jockstraps!  I’m just wearing one to be funny, but like… Dane’s totally into slutty shit now.

“Thanks bro,” Dane said proudly.  “You said it was comfy, so I just like… I had to try!”

“Well, you two look like the jockstrap twins,” Greg winked.  “Next thing you know you’ll be taking it up the ass.”

“Nah dude,” Dane said proudly.  “I’m like… a total top!”

“And I’m vers!” I blurted out.  Seriously bro?  I said that out loud?  Dane was giving me a hungry look now, like maybe he could fill up my dumptruck!

“That’s what I thought,” Greg shrugged.  “Look at me now.”

“Yeah, but dude,” Dane gave me a conspiratori… conspir… like a sneaky look.  “Like… obviously you’re a bottom!  We hypnotized you!”

“I’m sorry, what?” Greg said, one eyebrow up like The Rock.  “You… hypnotized me?”

“Yeah bro,” I gloated.  “Like… Dane ordered this thing online, and we hid a secret speaker under your bed, and like… you’ve been listening to it every night all week!”

“You’re like… totally a bottom,” Dane smirked.  “All thanks to us!”

I high-fived my jockstrap twin.  Our bubbles bounced!

“Wait… but… why?” Greg said, struggling to understand.  Maybe he got some of that himbo juju too or whatever.  “I mean… I feel great, to be honest, but… I don’t get it.  What’s the motivation?  Revenge?  Power?”

“Dude, there were like… too many tops up in this joint,” Dane explained patiently.  “Three’s like… too many.  We figured we’d get a bottom!”

“Yeah!” I agreed.  I didn’t have anything to say, but it felt good to be part of things.

“Guys,” Greg sighed, sinking down onto the couch.  “This is… really not cool.”

“What?” Dane snapped.  “You don’t like… like it?”

“Yeah, come on bro,” I grinned.  “Like… we figured you’d love being a bottom!”

“I loved being a top!” Greg countered.  “And yeah… being a bottom feels great too, but you… you could have asked!”

“And you’d say yes?” Dane snorted.  “C’mon dude.  Besides, think about how good you felt taking that dildo last night.  Imagine what it’ll be like when you take a real cock!”

Greg glanced down at his feet and his face flushed bright red.

“It did feel pretty good,” he muttered.

“Yeah dude, the dildo felt good,” Dane gave him an approving nod.  “And now you live with two top studs!”

“Well…” Greg said, glancing between me and Dane.  “Yeah, the dildo felt good, but… uh… so does the real thing.”

“Huh?”

“I got fucked at the gym!” Greg said, sudden pride breaking down his anger.  “There was this bodybuilder in the locker room, and he was checking out my ass, and… well… look!”

Greg pulled up something on his phone and flipped it around for us to see.  The video looked like he’d wedged his phone against something in a gym shower.  You couldn’t see his face, but I totally recognized his ass.

A cock came into view.  A huge, amazing, gorgeous cock… and it was sliding right into Greg’s hole.

“Oh my god…” Greg grunted, but he took it easily enough.  I guess he’d learned a few things with the dildo last night, because the massive cock was going in easy.  It was attached to a wall of muscle, and the bodybuilder seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

A few inches in, then a couple inches out.  In and out.  A little more every time.  Soon Greg’s peach was quivering every time the bodybuilder pushed his cock inside Greg.  His big balls were slapping Greg’s smooth cheeks, and every thrust made Greg moan with pure pleasure.

“Fuck me…” he gasped, loud enough that the whole locker room probably heard him.  The bodybuilder slapped a hand over his mouth, but Greg kept moaning.  “Fuck me harder…”

The bodybuilder gave him exactly what he asked for.  Greg was getting absolutely demolished!

It took a few minutes, but they both enjoyed every second.  Dane and I couldn’t stop staring!  It was like the hottest porn you ever saw, and even hotter cause we knew Greg was only a bottom cause of us!

“I’m gonna cum…” the bodybuilder grunted.  “You want…”

“Inside me,” Greg gasped when the bodybuilder took away his hand.  “Put it inside me!”

The bodybuilder grunted his agreement, then he lost control, bucking his hips wildly.  Greg rode his cock for dear life, not a care in the world.  He was a slut, he existed to get fucked, and now…

Cum flooded his hole.  So much it started leaking down his leg.

“I am a bottom,” Greg said in a monotone voice.  “I love getting fucked.”

“Fuck dude…” the bodybuilder growled into his ear.  “You’re good.  And… uh…”“Yeah?” Greg purred at him.

“Text me a copy.”

“You got it.”

The rest of the video showed Greg alone in the shower, soaping up and washing his workout down the drain.  We stared at the phone, only stealing a couple glances back and forth.  Dane wanted it so bad.  He wished he was the guy in the video.

Trust me, I know.

“OMG Greg,” Dane whispered.  “I’m like… so jealous!”

“Relax bro,” Greg chuckled.  “You can top this ass anytime.”

“No… like… jealous of you,” Dane admitted.  “Like… the way you take that dick!”

Greg barked a laugh.

“Dane… buddy…” he said, holding up his hands in surrender.  “Fine, I’m a bottom slut.  Your stupid hypnosis trick worked.  But what’s your excuse?”

“Huh?” Dane asked, cocking his head like a confused golden retriever.

“Jealous of how I take a dick?” Greg prodded.  “C’mon bro, you’re a top.  I still… I live with two horny AF tops, right?”

“I’m vers!” I said again proudly.  “I mean… like… probably.”

Greg looked at Dane the way a bird looks at a worm.

“Aw fuck, you’re gonna find out eventually,” I blurted out.  “Dane, I hypnotized you too!  I saw how you did it with Greg, and I made you a bottom slut too!”

“Holy shit…” Dane gasped, both hands going straight to his ass.  “That’s why…”

“Oh man,” Greg’s eyes lit up.  “You feel it, right?  The way your ass craves something?”

“Like… oh god…” Dane whined, his voice drifting up an octave.  “Like…”

“You only played Greg one side of the tape…” I gloated.  “If you flip the tape, there’s more on the other side.  You’re not just a bottom!  You’re a himbo bottom!”

“A himbo…” Dane gasped.  He was trying to grab the idea.

“Oh wow,” Greg chuckled.  “That explains some things.  For example, that smooth ass.  And smooth brain.  You sure got me.”

Dane shifted his hips back and let out a little moan.

“I don’t get it,” Dane said, like he was trying to illustra……… draw the point.

“Okay, so, whatever,” Greg rolled his eyes.  “I’m a bottom.  I can make peace with that.  But you didn’t just become a bottom, you also became a total fucking airhead.”

He grabbed one of his pecs and started to massage it.

“Oh fuck yeah… I’m like… a total fuckin’ airhead!” Dane giggled.

“All he’s got left is tape three!” I grinned.  “Which… go get the instructions… dummy.”

I winked at Dane and watched his cock go full throttle in his jock.  It was so big… I bet it’d feel amazing to sit on…

Dane gave me a look, then ran for his bedroom.  A few seconds later he came out with the crumpled set of instructions.

“Thuh… bot-um… proh-tuh-kol… kun-tayns three… op-shunz… tuh trans-form yer… luv-er…” he read slowly, rubbing his cock and letting out soft whimpers.  “Dude… there’s like… so many words!”

“Give it here,” Greg said, taking the paper away from the confused man.  “Okay, bottom protocol… interest in cocks, workout priorities… yeah, that checks out.  And the other side is simplified language, easily distracted, and fixated on sex.”

“Yeah, that checks out.”  He glanced at Dane, then me.  “And tape two… we got tight clothes, shaving, flirting, you love getting objectified… and on the himbo side, you got reading, counting, oh… you get to keep your musical skills!  You play anything?”

“Uh… no…” Dane shrugged.  “But like… I can learn?”

“Oh babe,” Greg tutted.  “You’re not gonna learn anything.  Maybe ever.  This thing says you’re proud of being dumb now, and it uh… it turns you on?  Like… when people notice?”

“Mmmm hmmm…” Dane squeaked.  He was massaging his ass with one hand now, moaning every time his fingers dug into the pumped muscle.  “But like… I’m still a top…”

“Bro,” Greg said with a sad smile.  “You know how this ends.”

“I won’t listen!” Dane insisted.  “I’ll stop right here!  So what, I like jockstraps?  I’m still a top!”

“Dude…” I laughed.  “You’ve been begging for attention with those clothes.  The jockstrap is screaming FUCK ME!”

“Yeah,” Greg nodded.  “You were jealous of how good that guy fucked me.  And you get turned on when I mention that you’re such a silly…”

Dane let out a tiny moan.

“Stupid…”

Dane pushed his hips back, thrusting his ass out.

“Himbo…”

He thrust his hand inside the pouch of his jockstrap, working his shaft in pleasure.

“Whore.”  Greg smiled and watched Dane give fully in.  They were both bottoms, but Dane was like… remote controlled by his cock.  I had the feeling Greg was gonna get a lotta blow jobs.  Dane loved cock.

“Please…” Dane trembled and stared at me with his big blue eyes.  “Fuck me…”

“Not right now,” I said automatically.  “When I feel like it.”

“Okay, the instructions say that once you wear a jockstrap, you’re a bottom forever,” Greg said, skimming down the text.  “But… you could still get some brains back!  According to this, the himbo side isn’t permanent until you bleach your hair!”

“Bleach my hair…?” Dane said with that puzzled look.  “That’s like…”

“You’d look so fuckin’ hot,” I growled at him.  “Everyone would know you’re dumb!”

“Awwww fuck…” Dane moaned.  Precum was starting to leak through his jock.  “I should bleach my hair!”

“Dude, that’s not —“ Greg started, but I cut him off.

“Everyone would know!” I really rubbed the idea into his brain.

“Seriously bro!?” Greg laughed.  “You two can barely read.  You’re gonna make it worse?”

“Uh… Dane can like… barely read,” I corrected him.  “I’m so totally normal.”

“Please!” Greg snorted.  “C’mon bro, you don’t see it?  Prancing around in a jockstrap?  Getting fucked with a dildo?  You can barely form a coherent sentence?”

“Dude, like… what’s coherent?” I asked.

“Maybe you didn’t mean to,” Greg swept right past the question.  “But you and Dane are peas in a pod.  You’re a himbo bottom too!”

“Bro,” I said, looking at him all serious.  “That’s like… can’t be true!  There’s only one of each tape, and like… Dane’s been listening to ‘em!”

“Yeah,” Greg said, like he was pointing out something real obvious.  “But our walls are super thin.  You’re right beside Dane’s room… your heads touch the same wall… you’ve probably been hearing it while you sleep!”

“Nah bro,” I grunted, grabbing my package through my jock.  “I’m like… a total top.”

“Let’s see…” Greg scanned down the sheet.  “Here it is.  Hey, I bet you love making them look?”

I heard my voice drop into a monotone.

“I love when men objectify me,” I said, like it was a prayer I’d recited my whole life.  “I love when men treat me like a dummy.”

No.  No.  No, no, no… no… no…

“You didn’t realize?” Greg smirked.  “Maybe cause you’re such a dumb slut?”

My cock twitched.  I tried to ignore it.

I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t figure out what to do with my hands.  I tried crossing my arms.  No luck.  In my pockets?  No pockets!  I settled on grabbing my ass and giving it a gentle massage.

“Nah bro,” I said casually.  “I’m like… such a top.”

“I dunno dude,” Dane giggled.  “You look pretty dumb to me!”

My hole twitched this time.  Oh fuck… I wanted a cock in there so bad…

But Greg was a bottom.  And Dane was a bottom.  One of us had to be a top!

“No!” I backed myself into the corner of the room.  “I’m a top!”

“It’s kinda hot though,” Greg teased.  “All brawn, no brains?”

“Yeah!” Dane agreed.  “All slut, no… boring stuff!”

A shiver ran up my spine.  Goddamn it, I was getting so horny, even though they were lying about how dumb I am!  I’m smart!  I’m a top!  I’m not some desperate bottom with pudding for brains!

Even thinking it made my cock hard.

“But whatever bro,” Greg shrugged.  “If you’re a top… I hope you stay that way.  I’m gonna need a lot of cock.”

“Good…” I could hear my voice trembling.  “Cause I need to fuck…”

“You can fuck me!” Dane offered happily.

“Dane, buddy,” Greg snorted.  “You haven’t even done the third tape yet.”

“So what?” Dane bragged.  “I’m a natural.”

“Okay,” Greg shook his head slowly.  “This is insane, but I’ve got to get to work.  We’ll sort this out later, okay?  Just… don’t do anything stupid.”

Dane and I moaned on cue.

“Call in sick,” I told him.  “We gotta like… we gotta get this sorted…”

My cock was lying.  It had to be lying.  No way I felt this way about taking a cock…

“Tell you what,” Greg offered.  “I’ll call in sick… if you fuck me.  But I don’t think you can.”

“I’ll fuck you tonight,” I deferred.  “I promise.”

“No,” Greg shook his head.  “Fuck me right now.”

“I can’t,” I shook my head.  “I’ve got like… taxes to do, or whatever…”

“Yeah,” Greg chuckled.  “That’s what I thought.  You don’t wanna top anymore.”

I protested, but Greg ignored me.  He headed for his room and came out a few minutes later.  Suit and tie, just like always, but he had new slacks.  They made his ass look really good!  And his cock…

Oh fuck… I wanted to lick that bulge so bad.

“I can’t believe you made me a bottom,” Dane said.  “I can’t believe you made YOU a bottom!”

“I’m not!” I insisted.

“Okay,” he shrugged.  “Wanna play with the dildo?”

“Oh my god, YES!”

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I rode the dildo until Dane spoke up from the couch.

“Dude!” he shouted.  I lost focus and collapsed.  The silicone pole slid all the way up my hole.  The fake balls pressed hard against my cheeks.

“Yo, what’s up?” I giggled.  Fuck, I love having a cock inside me!

“I booked us appointments!” Dane grinned.  “There’s a salon like… just down the street, and they have spots today!  We’re gonna get bleached!”

“Bro, you and me are gonna be like… himbo besties!” I cheered.  My ass flexed, trying to let the cock slide even deeper, but it like… wasn’t physically possible!

“We’re gonna look so pretty!” Dane nodded like a puppy.  “It’s in half an hour!”

“Shit, we gotta get ready!” I said.  I was stoked, don’t get me wrong… but I hate leaving my ass empty.  I popped myself off the dildo and washed it for the next guy, then headed into my room to see what I could wear.

Cause, bro… all my clothes are like… so wrong!

Shorts that barely showed off my peach.  Shirts that went down past my waist?  Like… who would wear this shit?  Men are supposed to objectify me, and this… it wasn’t helping!

“Come on dude,” Dane hurried me along.  “We gotta go!”

“There’s nothing to wear…” I whined.  “When I was a top, I dressed like… really bad!”

Dane took charge.  He tore apart my closet, throwing item after item on the floor.  My sweats, my slacks, my dress shirts… all of that was garbage.  Lucky for me, he found an old band shirt I bought when I was in high school.  Way too small for me now, but like… sentimental.

We tore off the sleeves and I wore it as a crop top.

“Bro, I can’t leave the house in just a jock,” I complained.  “Like… I’ll get arrested!”

“Life’s so unfair,” Dane agreed.  “How about these?”

He held up a pair of compression shorts I bought last year.  I meant to take up running, but I kinda punked out after two weeks.  The shorts had been shoved in a drawer since then.

They were spandex.  Barely big enough to reach my thighs.  White and semi-transparent.  You’d be able to see my jock through them for sure…

“Perfect!” I grinned.  “You’re like… the best!”

By the time we finished making out, Dane and me were ten minutes late to our appointment.

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The stylist made a noise when we walked in.  My ass in compression shorts and a crop tank.  Dane’s ass in a pair of Greg’s short shorts and a stringer tank.  Of course he wanted us.

“Good afternoon,” he said.  “What can I help you with today?”

“Uh… I’m like, Dane…” my roommate said.

“And I’m gonna go blond!” I grinned.

“We both are!” Dane glowed.  “It’s gonna be like… our trademark.”

“Amazing,” the stylist said.  He was kind of twinky, nowhere near as beefy as Dane and me, but his dress pants showed off a nice bulge.  I liked him already.  “Let’s get you in the chairs.”

He waved us over to a pair of chairs, then made us both a cup of tea.  That was so super nice of him… right?  Mine tasted like peppermint!

“Have we decided on a shade?” he asked, pulling out a little book of colours.  It was like picking out paint!  “Most of our clients prefer a more natural tone.”

Dane and I flipped through the book.  Yeah, the natural stuff looked pretty good.  Like… you’d never be able to tell.  But I wanted people to know!  I wanted people to whisper how dumb I looked!

“I’m gonna go like… platinum,” I grinned, tapping at an almost-white square in the book.

“Yeah, me too,” Dane agreed.  “I’ll have what she’s having!”

“Girl,” I laughed.  “You’re gonna love it.”

The twink left us alone for a few minutes while he went into the back room and mixed some chemicals.  Dane and me spent the time gossiping about Greg — can you believe he actually got fucked in the gym shower?  Bro… that’s like… porn level game!

“Alright, let’s get you started,” the twink said, swishing in behind us.  “Last chance to change your mind?”

“I’m good,” I beamed.  “I like the mind I got!”

“Yeah, we’re good to go!” Dane agreed.

It took a long time, combing our hair over in these little sections, and carefully painting each of them with chemicals.  There was a lot of tin foil involved, holding each chunk separate.  I dunno why they do it like they do, but it was fun to watch.

“This is super cute,” he said as he worked.  “How long have you two been together?”

“Oh, we lived together for like… two years?” Dane answered.

“Oh yeah,” I nodded, which made the stylist steady my head with his free hand.  “He found the apartment, and then like… Greg and I moved in later!”

“Greg’s your… third?” he asked carefully.

“What?” I laughed.  “Like… nah babe.  Greg’s our roommate!”

“Oh!” Dane gasped.  “You think we’re like… boyfriends!”

“Oh… uh…” the stylist stammered.  “I’m sorry, I assumed you were gay.  My apologies.”

“No, bro,” I waved it off.  “We’re totally gay.”

“Yeah,” Dane grinned.  “We’re just like… not boyfriends.  Like… we fool around, but I wanna play the field.”

“Me too!” I winked at the twink in the mirror.  He blushed, enough that it showed through his makeup.  “Like, I totally love Dane, but… we’re just hotties who share a bathroom.”

“Okay,” the stylist said, regaining his compos… compa… like… his…  “So what prompted you to bleach together?”

“Oh dude,” I grinned.  “We’re like… totally committing to the himbo life.”

“Hell yeah brother,” Dane reached out from under his hair cape and gave me a fist bump.  The stylist chuckled at our vibe.

“It’ll take about forty-five minutes to process,” he said.  “Does anyone need more tea?”

I was so turned on while we were waiting.  Like… if I hadn’t been wearing a jockstrap and compression shorts… I totally would have tented that cape.  I snapped a picture and shared it to my socials.

The likes came pouring in, along with a bunch of messages I didn’t read.

The salon closed for lunch at noon, but Pierre stuck around so the toner could finish making our hair that perfect platinum colour.

“It’s no problem,” he said, finishing up a trim of Dane’s hair.  Dane’s curtains were gone, and my old mullet was history.  He’d already given me a cute textured crop, and he was snipping Dane’s hair into the same.  “I want you guys to feel great about this cut.  Tell me you’re gonna do something fun tonight.”

“Babe, please,” Dane giggled.  “We’re always fun!”

“Yeah,” I grinned at Pierre.  “You like fun?”

“I love fun,” the twinky stylist winked.  “And… you’re done!”

He brushed off Dane’s neck and admired his work.  We definitely looked like himbos now!  Sexy and simple.

“That’s three hundred each,” Pierre said.

“It’s on me,” Dane said, slapping his credit card down on the counter.  He’s got like… a huge limit.  And his Dad pays it off!  He punched in a two hundred dollar tip.  “That should take care of things.”

“Thanks babe,” I said, giving Dane a sloppy kiss.  “You’re like the best.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Pierre said, eyes wide when he saw the tip.  “If there’s anything else I can help you with, I’m always here.”

“There’s one thing,” I said, letting my eyes drift down to his beautiful cock.  “Maybe we could like… say thanks again?”

“Yeah,” Dane agreed.  “We wanna suck your cock.”

Pierre’s eyes flicked to the clock.  “We’ve got about half an hour,” he said.

“You won’t last ten minutes,” I said smugly.  “We’re like… really hot.”

“Yeah,” Dane echoed.  “We’re really hot.”

Pierre looked a little guilty, but he locked the door and took us into the back room.  It was half chemistry lab, half break room.  He looked scared, so I kissed him while Dane unzipped his pants.  The stylist was wearing these cute patterned briefs underneath.

“You’re so hot…” Dane whispered in his ear.

“And like… really smart with hair!” I added as I worked his briefs down.  Then I pushed him backwards to the couch and got down on my knees.  Dane gave a playful grin and joined me.

Pierre was rock hard.  I would be too.  In fact… I was.

We started by kissing the length of his shaft, Dane handling one side, me taking the other.  Sometimes our lips would meet and we’d let our tongues snake out, like a makeout session with a cock in the middle.  The stylist moaned softly under our care.

Then my mouth was on his cockhead, tongue whipping around and making him squirm.  Dane took care of his nipples, tugging his shirt open and kissing at the twink’s chest.  After a few blissful minutes, Dane pulled me off the cock and took his turn, deep throating the stylist with care.

“Oh my gawd…” the stylist panted.  I felt so proud, making him feel good!

Dane and I finished him off together, me tonguing his balls, Dane working his head.  I felt the twitch of his cock as cum leaked out.  Dane was greedy, taking it all in, but that’s cool.  He kissed me and snowballed some of Pierre’s cum into my mouth.

We let ourselves out.  The twink was like… too happy to move.

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I turned towards home, but Dane called after me.

“Hey, where you going?” he laughed.  “Come on stud, I got another surprise for you!”

“Oh my god,” I laughed, trailing him down the block.  “Like… what?”

“There’s this sex store I wanna show you,” Dane grinned.  “It’s fuckin’ huge!  But like… every time I’m in there, I’m like… this shit is all camp and for bottoms and stuff… but now…”

“I get you!” I laughed.  “We’re campy bottoms!”

“Exactly!” Dane said proudly.  “So like… it’s our time now!”

For real, when I was a top, sometimes it felt like I wasn’t gay enough, y’know?  Like jeans and a t-shirt were too straight to hang at the club.  Like my mullet screamed ‘he don’t belong here!’  Like… I liked the sex.  Loved the sex.  But I was never in the community.

The sex shop had a big mirror right inside the door.  Babe, we were definitely part of things now!  Two vapid himbos, just like pop culture ordered!

“Hey guys,” the jock at the counter called out.  “Need any help?”

I’d fucked him just a few weeks ago.  Girl didn’t even recognize me now.  He’s like… a really good bottom, but I needed a top.

“We’re good,” I waved.  “Looking for tops!”

“Clothes are in the back,” he pointed down a long aisle of colourful sex toys.  “Give me a shout if you need anything!”

“We will,” Dane said, a flirty tone carrying the words.

“Dude,” I smacked him on the ass.  “You can’t blow like… every retail guy you see!”

“Why not?” Dane asked all innocent.  “He’s hot.”

“He’s a bottom.”

“You’re a bottom,” Dane pointed out.  “I’m still gonna blow you later.”

The problem with sex stores is they don’t have shopping carts.  We barely made it into the first aisle before we grabbed a dildo off the shelf.  It was a little bigger than the one we had at home, but not as fun.  The plain black toy barely looked gay.

“Still,” Dane smirked.  “It’ll feel good when it fucks us!”

We loaded up on dildos.  Like… loaded up.  Dane and I picked out a half-dozen fake cocks — silicone, plastic, even a glass one!  There were so many we had to go to the counter and ask him to keep them for us.

“Wow,” he grunted.  “You guys are feeling rich today, huh?”

I glanced at Dane and he gave me this little nod.  Don’t worry babe, he seemed to say.  His credit card had us covered.

“We like variety,” I laughed.

“Fair enough,” the jock said, piling them off to the side.  “Must be nice.”

Dane took me back down the aisle.  We probably had enough dildos, but we picked up a couple buttplugs.  Mine was pink and glass and it had a little flower stamped on the base.  Dane went for something that vibrated.

“Bro, it’s got an app,” I whined.  “Greg’ll have to set that up.”

“Oh shit, Greg!” Dane remembered.  He picked up a purple silicone plug off the shelf.  “Do you think he’d like this one?”

“He’ll fuckin’ love it,” I grinned.

We spent maybe two hours in the store, combing the aisles and returning to the counter with pile after pile of gear.  Harnesses, handcuffs, at least a dozen more jockstraps.  When we got to the clothes, that’s when we really went wild.

I was like… basically a new person.  It was fair I’d get a new wardrobe.

“You’d look amazing in this,” Dane said, holding up a scrap of black mesh.  It had like… one hole too many.

“I don’t get it,” I said.  “This underwear is like… confusing?”

“That’s cause it’s a shirt!” Dane explained, turning it so the head was at the top.  “See, it’ll show off your abs, and like… everything else!”

“Bro, I don’t have abs,” I moaned.

“You will,” Dane winked.  “Trust me.”

So I trusted him.  Everything he suggested, I tossed it on the pile, and I figured I should return the favour.

“This’ll look like… so totally hawt on you,” I said, offering him a pair of leather booty shorts.  “Especially when your ass gets bigger!”

“You think it’ll get bigger?” Dane asked hopefully.

“Like… duh!” I laughed.  “Trust me!”

We got back to the apartment in the mid-afternoon.  I was so horny… guys kept eyeing me up on the way home, and one guy almost hit me with his car!

“Fucking idiot!” he yelled.  I shook my peach at him til he drove away.

“Dude, I think we’re like… getting the hang of this,” Dane chuckled.  “That guy totally wanted to fuck you!”

“Everyone does,” I said.  I mean… not Dane, obviously.  Or like… Greg.  But there were lots of tops in the world, and I was gonna ride every cock I could!

“Wanna fool around?” I asked, dropping the pile of bags in Dane’s room.  I peeled off my compression shorts and tossed them in his hamper.

“Save it for tonight,” Dane told me, tossing his clothes on the floor.  “You wanna get laid, you’re gonna wanna be fresh.”

“Boooo,” I teased.  “Okay, fine.  Then… how about the next tape?”

I took off my crop tank while Dane grabbed the third tape.  Greg didn’t need it anymore, now that he was getting fucked like a bottom slut should!

I put the second tape back with the others.  The last tape — RESET — I dunno what that’s supposed to do, but whatever, we’ll figure it out later.

We slipped in our plugs, then cuddled on Dane’s bed.

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We must have dozed off.  The next thing I remember, Greg was walking in the door.

“Hey dummies,” he called, sending a shock straight down my dick.  “You here?”

For like… half a second, I thought Dane might fuck me.  His cock jumped the same way, and he was big spoon at the moment.  Sad for me, my plug kept him from slipping inside.

“Yeah, we’re here,” Dane shouted back.  “Gimme a sec.”

He untangled himself from me and stretched.  The tape was still whispering to us — I couldn’t really make it out, but I knew it had to be running.

“Maybe turn off the tape,” I groaned to Dane.  “I don’t wanna like… dumb Greg.”

“Yeah,” Dane yawned.  He reached down and clicked off the player.  “We gotta keep a smart bro around, y’know…”

I felt so good, laying there next to Dane.  Like… sure, he couldn’t fuck me, but I felt really good wrapped in his arms.  And like… I think maybe he felt the same way.

“Hey…” I said.  “Back when we were tops… I always felt like… super competitive with you.”

“Yeah?” Dane asked, propping up on his elbow and taking in my body.

“Yeah,” I said.  His eyes were really pretty.  “But now it’s like… it’s just cool to be close.”

“You smell good,” Dane offered.  “And I like the way you kiss.”

“Yeah,” I grinned.  “Especially when there’s a cock between us!”

“Oh shit bro,” Dane laughed.  “That was so hot.  I can’t believe we never did that before.  You think… you think he woulda topped us if we asked?”

“We’ll ask next time,” I grinned.  “We’re gonna need to keep this maintained!  And… maybe I should get waxed?  You’re so hot smooth…”

“I kinda like it,” Dane said, running his fingers across my hairy body.  “Let’s show Greg, I bet he’ll love the new style.”

Dane leaped out of bed and hurried for the door.  He looked hot as hell — from his textured blond bedhead down to his perfect bubble butt, framed by that classic white jockstrap.

“Babe, check it out!” he screamed as he opened the door.

“Holy shit…” Greg laughed from the kitchen.  “You actually did it!”

I rolled to my feet and went out to join the party.

“We both did!” I cheered, running into the front room and showing off my amazing new hair.  I took my spot next to Dane, posing in my jock and letting Greg see that we were practically twins!

“Wow bro,” Greg said, doing that voice Chandler always did in Friends.  “So you’re definitely a top?”

“No way,” I grinned, “I’m like… a bottom!  See, I’m plugged!”

I turned and bent over, making sure he got a good look at the base of my plug.  I brushed my fingers against it and felt a rush go through me.  Fuck… it’s so hot to have something in your ass!

“Good job buddy,” Greg said, giving me a slow clap.  “You wanted a bottom to fuck, now we’re all outta tops.”

Okay, so… he had a point.  But like… who cared?

“But like… who cares?” I said, saying whatever popped into my head.  “I’m like… so much sexier.  Getting fucked feels great!”

“You got fucked?” Greg asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well… just with a dildo,” I admitted.  “But… it felt really good!”

Greg chuckled.  He opened his mouth two or three times, but nothing came out.

“Thinking before you talk is like… so overrated,” I said accidentally.

“Yeah, you’re done with that,” Greg sighed.  “Glad you liked the dildo bro, cause once you get the real thing, you’ll be addicted.”

“I can’t wait!” Dane said.

“Once you listen to the third tape, we’ll hit the club,” Greg promised.  “I think you two are gonna be really popular there, and —“

“We listened!” I interrupted.  “Like… we did our hair, and we bought butt plugs, and we came home and had a nap and listened to tape three!”

“Both sides?” he asked.  He felt like one of those teachers in school, always making me feel dumb.  My hole twitched around my plug.

I glanced at Dane.

“Uh… yeah?” Dane said.  “I think?”

Greg went to the drawer where he stashed the instructions and took a look.

“Well… there’s no trigger phrase for the third tape,” he sighed.  “But the first side makes it so you’re an insatiable bottom… you feeling it?”

“Yeah,” Dane jumped to answer.  “Bro, I wanna get fucked so bad!”

“For sure,” I agreed.  “Like… my plug is hot, but I want a real cock!”

“Okay, good…” Greg nodded.  “And… uh… do either of you want to fuck?  Like… top, I mean?  You can fuck my hole right now.”

My stomach twisted in a knot.

“Ew… yuck,” I winced.  “No way dude, my cock is like… strictly for show!”

“Yeah,” Dane looked offended.  “Like… I’m all about getting dicked down.”

“Good,” Greg grinned.  “It says here you shouldn’t even be interested in topping.  Trust me, it feels icky to even ask!”

“Oh man,” Dane grinned.  “I was kinda worried I'd miss topping, but this is like… better.”

“So much better,” I agreed.

“Good,” Greg said.  “Cause once you get a real load up your hole… you’re gonna be locked in.  No more topping, not even joking about it.”

“That’s a relief,” I sighed.

“What about the other side?” Dane asked eagerly.  “Like… are we gonna get dumber?”

My hole throbbed.  Fuck yeah… make me like… the dummest.

“Oh yeah,” I said, playing it up.  “I like… totally forgot!”

“It looks like you’re as dumb as you’re gonna get,” Greg said.  Maybe he sounded a little sad?  Fuck, dumb was so sexy.  “But himbos aren’t just dumb, they’re also buff and tender.  You guys were already gym rats, but…”

“I love Dane,” I blurted out.  My cheeks flushed, but when I glanced over he was like… choking up a little.

“Love you too babe,” Dane said, tears in his eyes.  “Like… we should get fucked by other people, right?  But… I wanna come home to you.”

Oh my god… like… was this real?

Or was I still dreaming?

Did it matter?

I wrapped Dane in my arms and we started making out.  Greg was basically in shock, staring at the two of us, suddenly more than roommates.  Hey… Pierre thought we’d make good boyfriends…

“We’d make good boyfriends,” I heard myself say.

“Hell yeah,” Dane whispered in my ear.  “You’re my boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” I teased his nipple.  “Well… you’re my boyfriend!”

“Oh yeah…” Dane growled and grabbed me by the band of my jock.  “You’re my boyfriend!”

“For sure babe,” I giggled.  I rubbed the pouch of his strap.  “You’re my boyfriend!”

“For fuck’s sake,” Greg rolled his eyes.  “Let’s hit the club.”

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We burst into the club like Charlie’s Angels.

I’d gone with sequinned booty shorts and a sleeveless pink croptop.  Like… so Barbie, right?  And Dane — my boyfriend! — he was looking like a hawt AF football player in green leggings and a white mesh jersey.  Greg wore fitted jeans and a tanktop.  Next to us, he basically looked straight.

The second the beat hit, I was dancing.  Dude, I used to like… go to bars and clubs and stuff, and just like… stand by the bar.  Check out the bottoms.  But now I’m a bottom too!  I gotta shake my ass, show the tops what I got!

“We’re gonna get fuuuuuuucked tonight!” Dane shouted over the music.

I gave him a double thumbs up.  Hell yeah… let’s get this shit locked in!

Greg clapped us both on the back and pulled us into a huddle.

“Let’s get drinks!”

We let Greg lead us to the bar, but for real, all I wanted to do was dance!  But he ordered shots, and I didn’t wanna be like… rude or whatever.  I downed a pickleback, then ordered us another round.

“To us!” I shouted, raising my shot to Greg and Dane.  “The three hottest bottoms EVER!!!”

They cheered along with me and we downed the shot.  Then Dane was pulling my hand, dragging me out to the dance floor.  I scampered to keep up, not wanting to leave his side for a second.

It wasn’t long before dudes were staring.

I mean… come on.  Two muscular sluts, grinding like the world ends tomorrow.  Blond, beefy, and bottom heavy… everyone knew what was on the menu.  And Dane and me… we’re a two-for-one!

“Hey!” I shouted at Greg.  He was still dancing alone, sort of grooving on the outside of Dane and mine’s little bubble.  “That guy is checking you out!”

Greg followed my gaze.  There was a beefy older guy staring Greg down like he was fresh meat at the buffet.  He stood on the edge of the dance floor, beer in hand, and waved his hand.

“Me?” Greg pointed at his chest.

The beefy dude nodded and waved him over again.

“You two okay?” Greg asked.  “Like… if I hook up with him?”

“Babe, we’ll be fine,” Dane gushed.  “Go get that Daddy Dick!”

Greg gave Dane a long-suffering look, then moved across the dance floor.  I kept an eye on him as he approached the beefy man.  Greg said something, and the guy pulled him in tight.  When I lost sight, they were grinding against each other.

“Greg’s all good,” I shouted over the music.

“Good!” Dane grinned.  “Now let’s do… whoa!  Babe… are those our neighbours?”

He spun me and held me so I could take a good look.  While Dane focussed on feeling up my ass, I scanned the room until I found them.  It was them!  But… weren’t they straight?

I mean… baggy jeans, backwards caps, badly fitted tees… they sure looked straight.

They must have seen me staring, because they were headed right for me.

“Hey!” the taller one shouted.

“Hey!” Dane shouted back.  “We thought you were straight!”

“Yeah, well…” the shorter one grinned.  “We thought you were tops.”

“Like… oh my god, no!” I yelled.  “Like… we used to be!  But we tried to like… hypnotize our roommate so we’d have a bottom around, and like… we got caught in it!”

“Yeah!” Dane shouted.  Then there was one of those weird lulls, like every conversation in the bar stopped.  “Now we’re himbo bottoms!” Dane screamed, so loud that everyone heard it.

Good!  It never hurts to advertise!

Our neighbours were glancing around, trying to figure out if they’d ended up on a prank show.

“For real?” the tall one asked.

“For real!” I shouted over the crowd.  “We used to be tops, but now… we fuckin’ love cock!  I mean… like… we haven’t gotten fucked yet, but soon!”

“Oh man,” the short one growled in my ear.  “I wanna take your top ass so bad.”

“He’s not a top,” Dane laughed over the noise.  “I mean… not really!”

“Let’s take these guys home!” the shorter one yelled at his roommate.  Buddy?  Boyfriend?

“We can go to our place!” Dane yelled.  “I’ve got like… a really big bed!”

“Let’s dance a while,” the taller one shouted.  “I’ll think about it.”

Dane and I shared a glance.  We didn’t need to think.

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A couple hours later I was covered in sweat.  Mine, theirs, everyone’s… who cared?  I’d had a half dozen shots, I’d danced with Dane and Chris and Logan, and I’d made out with all three too.

“I gotta pee,” I yelled at Dane.

“See you in a minute,” Dane shouted, and gave me a quick kiss.  I pushed through the crowd, headed to the too-small bathroom at the far end of the bar.  Two urinals, one stall, and there’s always someone fucking in the stall.

Like now, someone was screaming “FUCK ME DADDY” so loud it was hard to ignore.

I lined up for the urinal, then used it when it was my turn.  I was washing my hands when the stall door opened and that beefy daddy strutted out.  Oh my god… like…

“Greg?” I called, poking my head inside.

Sure enough, my roommate was braced against the wall, cum leaking down his leg.

“Oh, hey bro,” Greg panted.  “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I laughed.  “You good?”

“Bro, I’m so good,” Greg grinned.  “Jason is excellent.”

I was so proud of my roommate.  If only Dane and I could get fucked too!

“I’m surprised you’re still here,” Greg said, recovering enough to pull his jeans up.  “Thought you’d be getting fucked in some dorm room by now.”

“Nah,” I laughed.  “Our neighbours are here!  The straight guys… I guess they’re tops!  Chris and Logan, but like… Logan just wants to dance.”

“Bro, just… tell him you need him to fuck you.  Beg for it if you gotta.  Trust me… that ass?  If I was a top, you’d be getting jackhammered!”

“Okay,” I nodded.  “Hey, I’ll see you at home later, okay?”

“Maybe,” Greg laughed.

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I found Dane on the dance floor, flanked by Chris and Logan.  He was making out with Logan, but Chris had his cock pressed up into Dane’s crack.  When they saw me coming, Chris grabbed me and brought me in.

“Hey,” I shouted.  “You guys are super hot, but like… we need cock!”

“Relax dude,” Logan said.  “Just dance a while.”

““We’re bottoms, okay?  We need it!” I insisted, pulling Dane away from him.   Either fuck us, or stop teasing us, but we’re done dancing!”

“Yeah!” Dane shouted.  Ride or die babe.  We got each other’s backs.

“Okay, fine,” Logan shouted in my ear.  “But… this idiot bottom thing… it’s not catching, right?”

“No way,” I promised.  “Like… pinkie swear, it’s all good.”

Logan got us an Uber.  Like… I could do it, but it’s hot when guys take control.

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Once we were out of the noise, Logan had questions.

“Okay, so… I don’t wanna wake up in a jockstrap,” he growled, catching a weird look from the driver.  “So tell me how you two got… like this.”

“Okay, so… like… I figured there were like… too many tops in our place, and I wanted like…” Dane started to ramble.  Oh god, it’s a good thing he’s hot, cause he can’t tell a story for shit.

“Long story short,” I interrupted.  “We got these special tapes online.  You listen to ‘em for a couple nights, you end up wanting dick.  We were all playing tricks on each other, and… we went a little too far!”

“I’m good with it,” Dane smirked.  He put one hand on my leg and squeezed.

“Yeah, me too babe,” I promised him.  “But like… you didn’t plan to be a bottom.”

“And you!” he agreed.  “We figured it’d just be Greg!”

“Yeah, but now we figured it out,” I said.  “No more secrets.  No more tapes.”

“You’re not trying to trick us?” Logan asked dubious… dubi… like he didn’t believe us.

“We’re good boo,” Chris said.  “These guys are desperate for our dicks.  They need tops.  Look at those eyes… they’re too cockhungry to lie!”

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“Show me the tapes,” Logan said, first thing when he stepped into our apartment.

“Boo,” Chris groaned.  “Come on, they’re not lying.”

“I need to be sure.”

Dane mixed drinks while I went and grabbed the box of stuff.  I spread it over the coffee table and let them look at everything.  The tapes.  The instructions.  Even the jockstraps.

“One, two, three,” Chris counted.  “See, they’re telling the truth.”

“It’s hard to believe,” Logan stared at the box.  “And this says when we fuck you… it’s permanent.  You get that, right?”

“Uh… duh,” Dane laughed, handing over a glass of vodka with a lime on the rim.  “Dude, we like… LIKE… who we are!  I danced all night!  I’m horny as fuck!  I’ve got a boyfriend!”

“So you’ve got no more use for these?” Logan said, holding up the tapes.

“Yeah, that’s right,” I nodded.  “Honest to god, we love tops!”

“Alright,” Logan nodded.  He snapped the first tape in half.  Chris’ eyes went wide, but like… I was telling the truth.  I didn’t need the tapes anymore.

“Go ahead,” I told him.  “Do ‘em all.”

“Okay,” Logan said, snapping the second one in half.  He picked up the third and he broke that one too.

“What about this one?” Logan asked, dangling the fourth tape in front of me.

“Oh yeah,” I laughed.  “RESET.  We never figured that out.”

“The instructions say… you can reset back to normal,” Chris said, looking at the sheet carefully.  “Until you get a load in the ass.  Then it’s permanent.”

I looked at Dane.  He was like… so handsome.  Kind.  Generous.  Caring.  I thought about the way I felt in his arms.  The way we woke up together.

Plus he looks damn hot in a jockstrap.

“I’m good here,” I smiled.  “Dane… how about you?”

He let his eyes roam over me for a second.

“Yeah,” Dane said.  “I’m good.”

“Okay, but what about that other guy?” Logan asked.  “Your roommate?”

Dane and I both laughed.  Greg?  A top again?  It might be hot for us, but… we didn’t need to be a thruple.  And besides…

“Greg’s taken like… a lot of loads,” I grinned.  “He’s way past the reset.”

Logan snapped the last tape.

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Once or twice a week, Dane and I cuddle up on the couch and watch porn.  It’s our one year anniversary tonight, so I figure it’s time to watch a special one.

I’d balanced my phone on Dane’s windowsill.  It framed the bed pretty well.  You could see all four bodies on it, a tangle of arms and legs and cocks.

That was back in our old apartment.  The one we shared with Greg.  He’s still there, along with Logan and Chris.  I guess it works for them.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Logan grunted, thrusting into my hole.  “And you’re such a slut, aren’tcha?”

Dane took my hand on the couch and squeezed.  It was true.  I loved getting fucked, as often as we could get tops over.  Otherwise it was tongues and fingers and dildos and plugs.

“I love this part,” he whispered, leaning his head on my shoulder.  His blond hair tickled my neck.

“Oh fuck…” Chris shouted on screen.  “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

He roared out, flooding Dane’s ass with his load.  I wish we had a better shot of Dane’s face.  All the directors we work with are so good at closeups, but this was back when we were amateurs.

You could only see him pressed into the pillow, but you could hear his monotone loud and clear.

“I am a bottom,” Dane said.  “I love getting fucked.  My brains are cum.”

Chris collapsed off him.  The two of them lay panting, even while Logan kept hammering my ass.  My bubble was shaking with every thrust.  My body was moving with his rhythm.  You could see my face more clearly, and I was in some serious ecstasy.

“Gonna…” Logan muttered, and then he was shooting into me.

“I am a bottom,” I said in monotone.  “I love getting fucked.  My brains are cum.”

“I love you,” Dane whispered.

“I love you too.”