Fraternity jocks lose control and start braying when a donkey transformation curse is unleashed in the frat house. Tom and Buck were hoping that a magic spell would help them grow a little body hair, but things get out of control as their bodies are covered in furry pelts and their voices give way to brays. Soon, tails, ears, and hooves are sprouting on them and anyone they come in contact grad students, professors, and their fellow bros. And of course, these changes leave them feeling insatiably horny. They can't resist getting out of their clothes and onto all fours with each other -- even when further spells cause some of them to shrink and get lost in piles of sweaty gym clothes, or lose their muscles under sexy layers of fat. This is an 11,000-word adults-only erotic novel featuring humiliating transformations, men growing thick body hair, losing control and braying, forced shrinking and microphiles, weight gain, body odor, donkey tails tearing through pants, guys getting hooves and tall ears, and lots of nudity and male/male sex. Individuals pictured are models and are used for illustrative purposes only. Here's an Alex was having trouble concentrating during the meeting with his Ph.D advisor. Something was affecting his mind. Professor Bill Hastings could feel it too. Something foggy and stupid was settling over his thoughts. He tried to stay focused and power through it. “Okay, so, uhh … hawww, how many sources have you found so far?” “I talked to a guy at the library,” Alex stammered, “and HEEEE gave me a few of the older books.” He cleared his throat, startled by the bray. “Okay,” said Bill. “That’s a fine start HEEAWWW!” Bill doubled over his desk, unable to hold back the braying. “Professor! What’s happenEEAWWing to us?” Alex said, struggling to stand — then he fell forward, catching himself on the desk as well. Bill looked up at him, breathing heavily, their faces close. “It’s a curse,” he wheezed. “HAWW! A donkeeehaeee curse!” “No!” Alex gasped. He gripped the sides of his face, and felt the soft growth of hair under his hands. A beard sprouting where none had been. “How do weeeHAWW stop it? I can’t … I can’t become a donkHAWWW!” “Just try,” Bill gasped, scratching furiously at his chest. Under his dress shirt, a thick pelt of hair was growing across his pecs. He could feel it prickling on his skin, and when he saw Alex scratching at his own chest, he knew it was happening to both of their bodies. “I’m changing — I can feel it, I’m HEEAWW!” Alex brayed, his arms shuddering. Bent over the desk, he could feel a pressure growing at the base of his back, pressing against the seat of his pants. “Oh no, Professor — I’m growing a tail!” “Try to … hold it back,” Bill grunted, feeling the same pressure against his pants. He strained to hold it in, concentrating. “Don’t let it … HAWW … don’t allow yourself to become a HEEAWW, HEE HAW!” With that, there was a fast ripping sound and Bill’s pants gave way. A tail sprung through the fabric, ripping it over his ass cheeks. The tail shot straight back, then fell against his leg, slapping heavily. It was a part of his body now, and Bill involuntarily jerked his new tail back and forth in surprise. “Professor, I’m trying,” Alex whined, staring at Bill’s new donkey tail.
I tell stories about the animalistic qualities of power, manipulation, and control.
By day, I'm a quiet government employee, working for a high-profile public figure. But as soon as I leave the office, I dive into a dark world of bondage and discipline that infuses my writing. I can be found at gay bars and sex clubs all across the west coast, sliding my hands under mens' clothes and letting them invade me in return. I like to journey from encounter to encounter, and then write steamy chapters about my experiences.
Sometimes I relinquish control of my body to other men, so they can control and manipulate me. Other times, I turn the tables, and seize control of the men around me. I love to explore what it means to dominate and submit, and I hope you enjoy reading about my adventures.