Serving Men

George was jealous of all of the hairy and masculine men he’d see around him. He wanted to be that too, but never seemed to be able to grow a beard himself no matter how hard he tried. He always viewed the masculine characteristics as more powerful, more dominating, and had always wanted it for himself.

He was out trying to find a hookup one night when he saw a man across the bar with all of those things. George stared at the man's thick beard, seeing curls of hair popping out from under the collar, their arms dusted with hair. He began thinking of all he could do if he had that sexy body when George realized the man was making his way over to him.

George couldn't take his eyes off the man as they approached, getting closer and closer until they stood inches from each other. George felt his heart begin to pound as the man began to talk to him, finding himself compelled to answer. He didn't know why he felt himself losing control. The scent of the man was strong, trapped in their hirsute fuzz, George's mind calmed by the dominating smell. He didn't realize what he was doing as he got up and followed the man out, suddenly aware he was letting himself be taken home when he got in their car.

In a few minutes his head was sheathed entirely onto the man's dick, his nose sitting deeply in the man's bush lovingly inhaling the smell. The taste of the cock drained down his throat in saliva. He didn't know why he couldn't control himself. He wanted more. He needed more. He needed to serve the man above him.

In a moment George felt the man explode inside him, cum gushing out of their cock into his head, filling it with its taste. George felt it coat the inside of his cheeks while he worked to try to swallow it all, but something else was happening. Despite feeling the massive amount having come out, he couldn't get any of it down his throat, almost like it had evaporated inside him.

His mouth and cheeks went numb as the fluid was absorbed into his tissue. George felt it, his skin quickly growing itchy with the tingling. He raised a hand to his face to find a beard wrapping around his chin, short thick stubble pushing out along his jawline. That wasn't all. He could feel the sensation spread up into his head, something changing in his brain as part of him was being replaced.

He looked up at the fur-covered man above him and their adoring gaze returned, the moment sending shockwaves through George's head. He'd never felt this amazing before. He wanted to be on his knees, constantly under the man like it was where he belonged. George was horrified at the thought. He had wanted to be the masculine one, to be more dominant in control, but now he couldn't deny the new feeling. He was meant to serve, to be a good submissive boy for men, and that's all he needed to be.