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Fugitive From Outer Space — Part 3
Read part 1 here part 2 here
I woke up the next day feeling my face pressed against warm muscles instead of a pillow. The motel sheets were rough, but the warmth underneath was unmistakable. I lifted my head and realized I’d fallen asleep right on top of Wade—the hot redneck with a foul mouth and big biceps, who now happened to be Lazul’s puppet.
He was already awake, his eyes vacant as he stared at me. "Mornin’, darlin’," he drawled in that rich country accent.
I smirked and kissed him, "Good morning, Lazul."
"Master Lazul ain’t around right now, he done gone off to have breakfast usin’ some other fella’s body. Said he didn’t wanna bother wakin’ ya."
"Do you know where he is?"
"He's in room B17."
I sat up, stretching slowly, still naked from last night's activities. "Thank you, Wade. I hope you enjoyed the fucking I gave you yesterday. You have a very fuckable ass for a homophobe." I slid two fingers inside his ass, making the macho redneck moan like a slut.
"Ain’t got no feelin’s in me," he said flatly. "I’m just an empty husk runnin’ on autopilot, courtesy of Master Lazul. So I'm incapable of having an opinion."
I chuckled and pulled my fingers out of his loose ass. My bladder was painfully full, so I made Wade get on his knees and made him drink every drop. Best toilet I ever had, I thought as I emptied my bladder down his throat. Once finished, I stood up and slipped into yesterday’s clothes.
Room B17 wasn’t far—just a few doors down from ours. When I arrived, the door was already slightly ajar.
Of course it was. Lazul knew I was coming. I slowly stepped inside and froze at the sight.
Lying on the bed was a big, hairy bear, Daddy, with a thick dark beard and muscular arms. His body was spread like a work of art across the sheets. The motel blanket was just barely covering his crotch. And underneath it... was a very visible, very massive tent.
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My mouth went agape. The sleeping Daddy was unbelievably hot. “Please tell me he’s a vessel…” I muttered to myself.
I was still staring when I finally noticed the woman sleeping beside him. Her back was turned, quiet, breathing slowly. My heart skipped a beat. I started to wonder, was I in the wrong room? But then I noticed it—just the slightest, almost imperceptible movement beneath the blanket, right where the man’s cock was tenting. I smirked. No, this was the right room indeed! I stepped closer to the bed, eyes locked on the twitching bulge, and carefully lifted the blanket...
There it was. The Daddy’s throbbing hard cock stood at 7'8 Inches—thick and veiny. His hairy balls were so freaking massive, it makes sense why Lazul decided to have breakfast with this man's body, he got a whole buffet in his balls. I leaned in between the man’s legs and knocked gently on the shaft like I was knocking on a door. And right then, the cock slit opened, and Lazul’s tiny blue head popped out, grinning widely like the naughty alien he was. The Daddy suddenly opened his eyes and smirked as well.
I leaned closer to Lazul, whispering softly so I wouldn’t wake the woman beside us. “Is she also a vessel?”
The man shook his head and raised a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. That was my answer.
Nodding, I turned my attention to the bedside table, where the man’s wallet lay. I carefully picked it up and eased it open. Inside, a driver’s license revealed his name: “Robert Delaney, age 43.”
The small wedding photo inside his wallet confirmed what I already knew—the smiling bride in the picture was the same woman peacefully asleep next to him. They looked like a happy couple. Poor woman, she will never know her husband is gone.
I took a few folded bills tucked behind a receipt and slipped them into my pocket—hey, you never know when you’ll need money. Then, I set the wallet back on the table, my focus shifting back to the hairy vessel on the bed.
The room smelled of sweat and sex—they probably had a lot of fun last night, I thought. The Daddy’s natural musk was driving me crazy! I just had to taste him. I slowly caressed his chest hair and squeezed his biceps. He just stared at me with empty eyes. My gaze then locked on his hairy, musky armpits—tufts of damp dark hair that radiated the raw musk of a real man. Leaning in, I buried my face in his pit, breathing him in deeply. My tongue quickly darted out, tasting the salt and funk of his unwashed sweat. Lazul was sitting on top of the cock, watching quietly and letting me have my moment.
I licked up and down his pit slowly, dragging my tongue through the wet hairs, savoring every inch of that sexy Daddy. I traced circles with the tip of my tongue while gently inhaling his scent. I bit softly into the hair and yanked a few. There was no reaction from the man, not even a flinch.
The contrast of this intimate act happening right beside his sleeping wife made my heart pound faster and my cock throb harder.
Once I'd feasted on his pits, I slid down between his hairy thighs. His hairy balls were plump and coated in sweat. I pressed my face between them and started licking—long, slow laps, tasting every drop of his musky, heavy balls. His hard cock twitched as my tongue slurped on his balls. Then, without warning, his whole body tensed and thick spurts of cum shot up onto his hairy stomach, chest, and Lazul’s alien body.
Lazul licked up every drop without hesitation. I just smiled and sucked his cock while Lazul cleaned his stomach. Suddenly, his wife started to stir. I barely had time to react before Lazul, sensing danger, shot me a panicked look and quickly dove down the man’s cock, crawling straight into the slit in one smooth slither.
I quickly scrambled under the bed just as she woke up. The sheets rustled above me as she shifted. I heard her voice, groggy and soft.
“Mmm… good morning, honey.” She said.
“Morning, love,” Robert replied in a calm, gentle tone, and then I heard kissing sounds. He sounded completely normal again, as if nothing had happened—as if he weren’t a lifeless vessel now controlled by an alien criminal. I held my breath, listening closely as they began to chat.
“I slept so well... This motel bed’s amazing, better than the last one we stayed at,” she murmured.
"You were so good last night."
"Was I? It was our marriage anniversary after all. Can you believe it’s been fourteen years already?”
“Fourteen years married, still putting up with you,” he teased. They laughed together softly. It was almost sweet...
While they talked, I noticed something by the edge of the bed—his underwear, crumpled on the floor right next to me. I reached out slowly and grabbed it, bringing it close to my face. The scent hit me instantly: pure, strong manly musk, the kind only a man like him could produce. I shoved it to my nose and took deep, slow sniffs, my body already responding. I started jerking off with my free hand, trying to stay silent, biting down on the waistband to muffle any moans.
Up above, the couple kept talking. She mentioned wanting to get breakfast at a restaurant across the street, something about the pancakes she saw on the menu last night. He laughed and agreed, still playing his part perfectly as a loving husband. Then she said she needed to freshen up and got out of bed.
"Aren't you joining me, Honey?" She asked.
"I'm going in a minute."
I heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. That was my chance. I slid out from under the bed and stood up. I knew I should have walked away before his wife came back, but as I stared at Robert’s hard, massive dick, I just knew I had to have a bit of fun with it too.
The lube was already on the table, so I opened it and smeared his cock until it was glistening. I pulled off my pants and mounted him. I pressed my ass against his huge cock and rode him as fast as I could. He grabbed my waist with his strong hands and started thrusting hard. It felt so fucking good, I was having a hard time suppressing my moans, so he shoved his underwear inside my mouth.
“Honey, are you coming?” the wife asked from the shower.
“Ye-yes, love! I’m coming!... I’m coming! Uurgh…” And with that, I felt his cock throb and he came inside me. I buried my face in his armpit one last time, sniffing his musk while tasting his sock. I finally came all over him.
I was panting as I rested my head on his hairy chest. I could spend the entire day hugging this bear of a Daddy.
"Robert?!" His wife screamed. She was standing outside the bathroom in a towel, her face pure shock at the sight of her husband fucking a stranger.
"Honey, that's not what you think, I..." Robert's concerned face suddenly went cold, Lazul dropped the facade, "Oh, fuck it." He muttered, slipped out from my ass, and walked to his wife.
"What the hell is going on?! Who is this man? Why-" She was silenced by Robert's kiss. Her eyes rolled back as their lips continued locked. When Lazul turned her into a vessel, he travelled back inside Robert's brain. And then the couple broke the kiss.
His wife smiled at me, "I'm so sorry for ruining your fun, boys. Please, continue enjoying my husband's body."
"Thank you, but I think I've had my fun with your hubby for now. You're a very lucky woman." My stomach growled. I looked at Lazul in Robert's body.
“Well, Lazul, you had your breakfast. Now it’s my turn to have mine. I’m starving," I turned to Robert's wife, "Let's go to that restaurant you talked about. Get dressed."
She nodded and went back to the bathroom. I then noticed a concerned look on Robert's face.
"What?" I asked.
"I think it's dangerous for you to be out in public. Don't forget we have trackers after us."
"Don’t worry, I have you with me. I know you will protect me."
"I know you think I'm invincible because of my possession ability, but I have no chance against Tracker's technology. They've captured me once, and they could capture me again. But I suppose a quick trip to a restaurant won't offer a huge risk."
"Perfect! Now let me find something for you to wear."
I opened their luggage and pulled out a white tank top, "Here, wear this. I want to have easy access to your armpits. And no need to wear underwear either."
When the couple was fully dressed, we headed to the side-road restaurant down the street. Robert looked so hot in a tank top, jeans, and boots. I was hugging his arm as we walked. I looked like his son. I asked Lazul to make them act normally, as if they were my parents.
Just as we were about to enter the restaurant, an expensive car playing loud rap music parked in front of the restaurant, and a studly, sexy hunk stepped out.
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The man was tall and muscular, his powerful biceps fully visible in his tight blue tank top. He walked past me and entered the restaurant as if he owned the place. At the restaurant, we took a table, with me sitting on Robert's side and his wife sitting opposite us.
I looked at the menu, and there were so many options.
"You can order anything you want. I will pay for it." Robert said, winking at me.
I hadn’t had a proper meal since we became fugitives, so I ordered two hash browns, some crispy bacon, a sausage patty, and a milkshake. The waiter was a handsome Middle Eastern stud. He took our orders, and Robert paid for them. While we waited, Robert had one arm resting behind me, giving me full access to his musky armpits. I pressed my nose in his pits and took long sniffs.
"He forgot to bring deodorant. Sorry about my husband's bad smell." The wife casually said.
"Oh don't be sorry. I love when men smell like men. Your hubby smells like a real man," I sniffed his neck, "By the way, what brings you guys here?"
"It's our anniversary. We decided to take a trip to Rob's hometown, just the two of us without the kids. We had plenty of fun, right honey?"
"Oh yes, we did," Robert answered with a smirk. "We are heading back home today."
"So you have kids? How many?" I asked Robert as my hand reached down for his crotch and stroked his bulge. Without wearing underwear, his dick was perfectly printed through his pants. I looked around the restaurant to see if anyone was watching, luckily, the booth I picked gave us enough privacy. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his huge cock. I started stroking him until he was hard and leaking all over my hand.
"Y-Yes... ahhh... we have three kids..."
"Four with me. Now kiss me, Daddy." We kissed in front of his smiling wife as I stroked him until he came in my hand. I zipped his fly and then cleaned my cum covered hand on his beard—even though there were napkins on the table. Not much longer, the waiter came with our food. I think he noticed the white on Robert's beard.
While I ate, I couldn't take my eyes off the massive hunk in a blue tank top at the next table. I loved the way his biceps flexed as he ate his burger. At one moment he started coughing, but I didn't pay much attention to it.
When we finished eating, the couple casually stood up and I looked confused at them.
"It was great meeting you, and I'm glad you enjoyed our time together. Unfortunately, we need to leave now, our flight is scheduled for 10 AM." Robert said.
"Lazul has programmed us to follow our lives on autopilot, so we must go." His wife added.
"Wait, you're on autopilot now? Where is Lazul?"
"Master left me while you ate. He wants you to find him." Robert winked at me before they left the restaurant. I was going to miss that Daddy.
I immediately started looking at the customers in hopes of finding Lazul, luckily, the restaurant wasn't packed. I looked at an old lady at a table, then at the two unattractive rednecks talking loudly on the other side. "Where are you hiding you little criminal?"
That's when I noticed the hunk smiling at me.
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I turned around to check if he was looking at someone else, but there was no one behind me. Wait, this can't be...
"Looking for someone?" The hunk asked in his deep voice. The hunk raised both his arms into a double biceps pose. "I noticed the way you stared at me before. You like staring at men's muscles, don't you? Don't be shy, come take a closer look. I won't bite."
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I let out a long breath of relief and crossed to his table, sitting right beside him. The hunk's expensive perfume hit my nostrils immediately. He was so much bigger than me, he could flatten me and eat me like a burger.
"Lazul! You should have warned me. It's not like I was going to stop you from turning this beefcake into a brain dead puppet."
"Sorry, you were so busy devouring all that food that I didn't want to disturb you," he looked down at his body and flexed his pecs. "I like this body. I think this is the biggest human vessel I've ever made."
"I like him too, he's so hot..." I stroked his biceps and squeezed them—or tried to, they felt hard as diamonds. I then buried my face under his pits and started sniffing him. He wasn't hairy and musky like Robert, but I still spent my time sniffing him. He gently placed one hand behind my head and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. We made out like lovers for a while, and as his tongue dominated the kiss, I stroked his muscular thighs over his jeans. When we broke the kiss, I smirked at him.
"Lazul, put him on autopilot, I want to ask him a few questions. What is your name?"
"Ivan Dragunov." He responded.
"So Ivan, tell me more about yourself."
"I'm 31 years old. I'm from Russia but moved to America five years ago because of work. I'm a bodybuilder and a fitness coach. I'm straight and I'm dating a woman at the moment."
I stroked his muscular pecs, smiling at him the entire time. "You don't mind that a strange gay man is feeling you up?" I placed one hand under his tank top and pinched his nipple, "Or that I'm playing with your pecs?"
"Not at all, you're my Master's friend. You can do anything you want with me," He responded, his wide smile never leaving his handsome face.
I noticed the waiter was looking at us from behind the counter with a disgusted face and I heard him mutter "Freaks". I got embarrassed and stopped feeling up Ivan's body. The bell above the door suddenly chimed—and in walked a tall, broad-shouldered tattooed cop, his uniform tight against his muscles as he took a seat at a nearby table.
Shit!
I quickly covered my face with the menu, hoping he wouldn’t see me and realize I matched the description of the fugitive they were looking for. I heard him order a black coffee, and then I noticed he wouldn’t stop staring at our table with a suspicious look.
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I looked at Lazul in panic, and whispered, "Lazul, you have to take care of him..."
Ivan nodded and opened his mouth, Lazul crawled out of his mouth and I watched as he leapt onto the table and then sprang into the air, jumping far higher than I expected. My jaw nearly dropped when he landed perfectly on the unsuspecting cop's broad shoulder. Without hesitation, he crawled toward his ear and disappeared inside. The hunky officer froze, his muscles went rigid, and his eyes rolled back for a moment. His face suddenly went slack and he stood up, calmly walked to our table and sat on the seat opposite us.
"That was close," I said, my eyes involuntarily drifting to his thick, tattooed arms.
"I knew it was too dangerous for you to be outside," Lazul said through the cop’s baritone voice. "You need a disguise. I think we should buy you a wig or something. You’d look good in a blue wig."
I chuckled. "Right, because that wouldn't draw more attention at all."
"Fine. A mustache, then?"
"Hell no. I don’t want to look like Pablo Escobar."
"I have no idea who that is. But if you won’t wear a disguise, then you shouldn’t leave your room."
I sighed. "I know. I wish I could switch bodies like you."
"Well, now that you mention it, maybe..."
I raised an eyebrow, "What?"
“I wasn’t the only intergalactic criminal aboard that doomed ship. Dozens of alien species were being ferried to the intergalactic prison, each with their own twisted talents. One of them was an alien who could consume the essence from any living creature and wear them like a bodysuit. He’d been caught after masquerading as a powerful planetary king for years, ruling in stolen skin. His species was also hunted for being too 'dangerous'. We were bound by the simple truth that both our kinds were feared and persecuted for the very abilities that defined us.”
My eyes lit up. "That’s perfect! You can ask him to help us! He could make a few bodysuits for me so I wouldn't have to hide anymore!"
"I’m afraid that’s not possible. When the spaceship crashed, all the criminals scattered to different locations. I don’t know where he’s hiding. Perhaps a tracker has caught him already—though I doubt it. He’s the master of disguise."
Before I could respond, my attention was drawn toward the TV mounted on the wall. The news anchor’s voice was urgent. And on screen was a photo of... oh no, it was a photo of me!
"What the fuck," I muttered. Lazul looked at the TV and was also shocked.
"Remy Rosales, 22 years old, is now wanted in connection with the disappearance and death of firefighter Jeremy Cale. Jeremy is believed to have died in a gas explosion at a cabin in Lark Pine forest. The property was owned by Rosales..." The image switched to footage of my cabin—burned to the ground, with yellow police tape around the area. Then, the Sheriff appeared on screen: a tall, broad man in uniform, his voice was authoritative but his eyes... they were empty just like the officer who came to my cabin the other day.
"This man is considered dangerous and should not be approached as he has a dangerous weapon with him. If anyone has any information about this man, contact local authorities immediately."
Lazul growled in rage, his fists tightening. "He can’t fool me. That Sheriff is a tracker!"
"Lazul, what do we do? I’m so screwed! The whole country’s going to be looking for me!"
"We need to get you back to your room. No one can see you."
That’s when we both noticed the waiter behind the counter staring at me—then at the TV—then back at me... "That’s him, officer! That’s the fugitive!" he shouted, pointing directly at me. Every head in the restaurant swiveled toward me, and gasps filled the place. Great. Juuuuust great.
"It's too late for that now..." I muttered.
Lazul scanned the restaurant, counting how many people were in the restaurant, "One, two, three... eight." He sighed heavily, cracking the cop’s neck and standing up, "This is going to be draining." The officer stood up, pulled out his gun, and strode to the door, flipping the sign to CLOSED.
"Everyone, hands up! Move to the storage room! THAT'S AN ORDER!" Lazul ordered with the cop's loud intimidating voice. He was so scary that I almost ran to the storage room as well.
"What are you doing? Arrest him!" a woman shouted.
"This is for everyone's safety. This man is extremely dangerous! So I need everyone to go to the storage room, right now!"
Luckily, the place wasn’t crowded—just eight people total: one waiter, two cooks, and five customers. Lazul herded the customers to the storage room and, one by one, converted each into a vessel.
The waiter—the fit, broad-shouldered Middle Eastern stud, was the first one to be converted—at my request, of course.
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Once he became an empty vessel on autopilot, I led him to the kitchen, eager to have some fun while Lazul finished working on the others.
His cock was huge, 8'2 inches hard. I had him serving me his thick sausage right in my ass by fucking me raw over the kitchen table. He was savage.
"Uuurgghh... mmmffh... oooh yeah, you mindless stud, fuck me harder!" I moaned. His thrusts became harder at my command, sending his thick shaft even deeper inside me.
"You like that, don't ya? You like getting fucked by a straight man's cock?" He said breathless, never stopping his thrusts, "You would never have this huge dick in you if it wasn't for my Master crawling into my brain and making him his mindless puppet..."
"Fuck yeah, you're his puppet now, and he let me use your strings. Now kiss me, stud!" He kissed me passionately while still fucking my ass nonstop.
Suddenly Lazul—still in the muscular cop's body—opened the door. The cop looked weak and unsteady, before collapsing to his knees with a heavy thud.
"I converted... everyone... I need... energyyy..." He muttered, head tilted back, mouth agape, a string of drool hanging from his mouth. Turning so many people into puppets had clearly taken a heavy toll on the little guy.
I quickly pulled the waiter’s thick cock from my ass and stood before the kneeling officer. He gazed up at me, tongue lolling out. I slapped my hard shaft lightly against his tongue, before gripping his head and sliding into his warm, waiting throat. The deep, masculine gagging noises that came from that big hunky cop made me throb harder. I soon flooded his mouth with my seed, and Lazul began to consume it—but I knew that wouldn’t be enough. Though not bigger than a grape, Lazul had the appetite of a giant.
I grabbed the waiter’s shaft and angled it toward the officer’s open mouth. The officer immediately latched on, sucking hungrily, until the waiter groaned and unloaded in his mouth. Lazul fed eagerly, and slowly, the cop began to rise, still wobbly, leaning on me for support. I helped guide his heavy, muscular frame back to the main dining area, where all the other guests sat eating quietly on autopilot. They didn't mind that I was naked, they were just mindless vessels now.
"Need... more... energy," Lazul muttered.
"I know, buddy. Let’s find you a healthy man with balls full of cum." I scanned the area, and my eyes fell on Ivan, he would be perfect. Sliding into the seat beside Ivan, my hand reached for his bulge and I gave it a few squeezes. His dick throbbed at my touch. "My friend over here is really hungry for cum. You wouldn't mind giving him some, would you?"
"Of course not, I would never deny cum to my Master."
"Perfect, now let's see how big you really are," I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I immediately got on my knees and started sucking him until he was hard and leaking. He was 6'5 inches hard, a decent size, I thought as I slobbered all over it.
Before he could cum, I sat on top of the table right in front of Ivan and offered my hard cock to him.
"Suck it," I commanded, with the dumb smile still frozen on his face, he wrapped his lips around my shaft and started sucking like a whore. I moaned loudly and placed one hand on the back of his head, slightly fucking the straight bodybuilder's face.
Lazul got on all fours beneath the table and took Ivan’s cock deep into his throat. Ivan moaned shamelessly with his mouth full, while the rest of the restaurant kept eating as if nothing unusual was happening.
Ivan started thrusting his hips, making the officer gag on his shaft as he gagged himself on mine. Moments later, I came inside Ivan’s mouth and his body tensed as he came in the officer’s mouth as well. Ivan didn't swallow my load, he spat everything in the hungry officer's mouth. Lazul ate both loads and then crawled to the next table, where two rednecks ate. Without pause, he pulled their cocks free and started working them over, while the men carried on chatting like nothing was happening.
Ivan was still panting, his spit-covered cock slowly softening. He then pulled his zip up, looked at his Rolex watch, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"That was fun, but I have to go to work."
"Ivan, before you go, give me your phone number."
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I was back in my room. Wade was long gone, apparently, he had places to go. As much as I enjoyed fucking that homophobic redneck asshole, Lazul explained that we couldn't keep him. If we did, people in his life would start to look out for him, and we didn’t want to draw any more attention to ourselves.
Lazul was still inside the tattooed cop, standing tall in front of me while I sat at the edge of the bed. He noticed I was still nervous about the whole news thing. He gently caressed my face with the cop's rough hands, "Don't worry, you will be safe here. But I need to take care of something." He said as he opened the door.
"Where are you going?"
"The motel clerk saw your face. I need to make him a vessel, we're lucky if he hasn't seen the news yet."
A few minutes later, Lazul returned. "It's done, the clerk is now a vessel. This is how it's going to work: I gave him commands to always send the hottest guests to this room. This way, I don't have to go hunting for vessels; they will come to me instead. And you will get a variety of men to taste." He said, gently pulling me up into the cop's muscular tattooed arms. It felt nice to be hugged by such strong arms. I felt protected.
Lazul's plan was clever. This way, the men would be sent straight into Lazul's trap, vessels would come and go, and no one would suspect a thing. It was the perfect plan!
"I know something that will cheer you up..." Lazul said.
I looked up at him, "Huh?"
"You're still scared that the police and the tracker are going to find us. So there's no better way to lose this fear than by fucking a lawman." He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, freeing his massive, hard dick. He then turned around and spread his cheeks to show me his hole. I grinned, my cock quickly twitching back to life.
Moments later, the officer was bent over face down on the bed, his big, muscular virgin ass raised high, wrists cuffed tightly behind his back as I drove into him hard and roughly. He still wore the upper half of his police uniform, but from the waist down, he was completely exposed—stripped of control, stripped of power. My hips slammed forward with force, burying myself deeper into his tight cop hole with every savage thrust. Each push tore raw, desperate moans from his baritone vocal cords. He never stopped groaning like a shameless whore—Lazul knew well how to act like a gay slut after all the gay porn we watched during our time in my cabin.
"You like getting used like a toy, don't you?" I mocked him, slapping his ass hard.
"Y-yes, sir… I’m your toy… use me however you want…" he panted, voice breaking into ragged cries as another hard slap made his ass jiggle. "Please… don’t stop… I’ll be your whore… your useless cop slut… just keep using me…!"
I kept my pace brutal, relentless. The sight before me—the powerful lawman reduced to nothing more than my plaything, broken down and used—drove me higher. Lazul was right, it did make me feel better. When I finally spilled inside him, Lazul released the cop, sending him back to his duty on autopilot, cum dripping from his used hole and a blank, mindless smile on his face.
Feeling exhausted, I sank into the bed, and Lazul settled beside me. We spent the rest of the day watching my favorite sci‑fi series about a far‑flung future where humans explored distant galaxies and battled ruthless alien empires. I caught Lazul watching intently. Maybe he saw a little of himself in those stories… or maybe he was just enjoying the time together.
Before Lazul appeared at my cabin, watching this show about aliens always made me feel less lonely. It's crazy to me how not only do I know aliens are real, but now I'm friends with one.
I ended up falling asleep. I woke up late at night when the room phone suddenly rang. Lazul was still watching TV. I picked it up, and I heard the clerk's robotic voice, "A suitable vessel will be arriving at your room in a few minutes. Please be prepared."
I quickly jumped out of bed, turned off the TV, and tried making the bed presentable. Lazul and I hid under the bed just when the door opened and a man walked in. I couldn't see him, but if he was sent to this room, I knew he was hot.
I held my breath, pressed flat to the dusty floor under the motel bed. My heart pounded fast as I heard heavy footsteps then the door shut behind him.
"Yeah, everything went just like I planned," the man said as he talked on the phone, "Meeting went long, but I got what we needed." From the sliver of light between the bed and floor, I could see he was wearing black Oxfords. He was facing away, pacing slowly.
"Yeah, I went through the projections this morning, and honestly, the numbers are solid. If we lock in this quarter’s investment, we could see a 12% ROI by year-end. I just need confirmation from your side on the payment schedule.” He sat on the edge of the bed, right above me making the bed squeak, and started taking off his shoes. I watched quietly, as his fingers pulled them off. One shoe hit the floor with a dull thud. Then the other followed. He was wearing dark blue socks. "I don't care what Carson says. The deal's clean, there's no way they will be turning us down." He stood up and I heard his belt unbuckle and the soft rustle of denim sliding down strong legs. His pants pooled around his ankles. "He's gonna come crawling back when he sees the numbers. Just watch." I wanted to see more of him, but I was too afraid of being caught.
When he walked away and stood in front of the mirror on the wall, I took the opportunity and my hand quickly reached out, careful not to make myself seen. My fingers grabbed one of his Oxfords and brought it to my face. The smell hit me immediately—sweaty, musky, filled with his scent. I inhaled deeply. Fuck, it felt so good.
That's when I realized Lazul was nowhere to be seen. Probably already planning his attack, I thought.
As the man was distracted talking business on the phone, I noticed his pants on the floor and pulled them closer. I found his wallet in his pocket and pulled out his ID. "Chase Dalton. Age: 34." I also found some condoms and some contact cards offering his work. He was an Investment Strategist. In the card photo, he was in a suit and displaying a charming white smile. Lazul's next vessel was about to be a handsome, cocky finance stud! I got harder as I sniffed his shoe once more. I could see his socked feet from my angle—dark blue, expensive-looking. I couldn't wait to be sniffing on them soon.
"I'll be in the office tomorrow by nine. Yeah, before the board. Alright. Talk soon.” As soon as the man ended the call, he let out this sudden grunt. His steps stopped and his phone crashed to the floor. A second later, there was a heavy thump as he collapsed backward onto the bed. Then complete silence...
Slowly, I crawled out from my hiding spot. Rising to my feet, I smirked when I saw the man sprawled on the bed. A hot, broad-shouldered Daddy in an unbuttoned white dress shirt, his thick, hairy legs completely exposed, and his socked feet hanging at the edge.
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His eyes were open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Completely still. It was unsettling and hot all at once.
His lips twitched, then slowly parted as Lazul crawled out, resting on the man's chest. Lazul then used the man to speak for him.
"Help me pull his underwear off. I know how much you enjoy this part.”
With a hard-on, I stepped closer, my hands brushing over the man's thick, hairy thighs. I slowly pressed my face into the massive bulge of his underwear and inhaled deeply—his scent was so good, rich with a masculine musk. My fingers hooked into the waistband, and with one slow pull, I freed his massive, soft cock. I wrapped my lips around him, sucking him until he was hard in my mouth. Soon his cock was standing proud at 7'5 Inches. Pre-come glistened at the tip, and that’s when Lazul crawled forward, slipping seamlessly into the slit, disappearing inside like a diver.
Suddenly I hear the man's phone ringing from the floor. I grabbed it and noticed the screen was broken, but it was still working. I gave the phone to the businessman and ordered him to answer it and speak normally on autopilot. He obeyed and answered the call while still lying on the bed with his hard cock twitching.
“Listen, I understand the concern about liquidity, but we’re talking about a long-term play here. These assets aren’t going anywhere, and the upside is substantial.... Exactly, I anticipated that pushback. That’s why I prepared a tiered entry strategy..."
As he continued speaking in business language that I couldn't understand, I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed, and I took his socked feet into my hands. The fabric was thin, carrying the musk of a long day’s work. I pressed my nose into them, breathing deep, letting the heat and smell flood me. I started jerking off as I kissed along the arch. I sucked at the toes through the fabric, tasting the salt of his sweat. My fingers squeezed the strong curves of his soles as I worshiped every inch, slow and greedy, I pressed both his soles against my face and took long sniffs.
“Right, right… I get that, but if we adjust the equity split slightly, it’s going to make the deal much cleaner for both of us. I’m flexible, we can structure it to work for... uuurgghh... everyone...” The man suddenly tensed, a deep moan escaping his mouth. His body spasmed slightly as if caught in a dry orgasm—but I knew Lazul was drinking everything before it could even spill out.
"Yes, I'm ok. Just feeling tired. Great. I’ll have my assistant coordinate with your office and set up a call next week to finalize the details. Bye."
Later that night, we were cuddling naked on the bed. My head was resting on the man's hairy chest.
"I think I could live like this. Having sex with a different hot guy every day. This motel could be our new cabin." I said.
"I promise I won't blow it this time." He joked.
I gave him an 'are you serious' look. "Dude..."
He chuckled. "Too soon? Sorry."
"How long do we have this one?" I asked, caressing his handsome face.
"He's just staying for the night, he will be leaving in the morning to take a flight. So you better enjoy it as long as you have him."
"You know I will."
I’m grateful to have Lazul in my life now. If the intergalactic police were to catch me and sentence me to thousands of years for helping an alien fugitive, I would be okay with it—because it was worth it.
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Hi, I am a 20 year old boy studying at university, I am slim and have dark hair. I have an old fashioned uncle who nags me because I'm not manly enough according to his standards and I'm still a virgin and I should be more muscular and hairy like him. Can you help me?
Your uncle wants you to be more like him?? It sounds to me that your uncle wants someone to follow his footsteps. Of being hairy. Muscled. And just an absolute masculine alpha. Being at your uncles house is always frustrating for you. Constantly nagging you about your body. About how much of a recluse you are. When you were sent to him your uncle had one mission. To change you. It first started with the clothes. As soon as he seen what you brought with you he immediately threw them in a fire pit. “You’re going to wear my clothes from now on. Everything you wear will come from my closet”. And when he said everything. He meant it ! Gone was your shoes and underwear. Everything was his. Forcing too in to get dressed in some of his clothes he pulled from the dirty clothes bin. Covered in sweat stains and other stains that you couldn’t believe he just wiped on a shirt like a dirty rag. “Go on boy. Wear it! Be a real man!” And too scared to defy you much larger and stronger uncle, you did what he told you to do. You get a warm sensation spreading through your body. Looking in the mirror you seen your muscles swell. You grew taller. Even your own package dropped heavily in your uncle’s underwear and gym shorts. “Hmm. You’re filling out nicely boy. But “ he began to rub his shoulders “a real man needs to be covered in a thick mess of hair”. And everywhere you uncle rubbed, thick hair began to grow at a rapid pace. Soon you were covered from head to toe ! A thick beard grew from your face and long mullet grew from you scalp. You thought his shoes would be to massive for you to wear when he said it was time for you finish getting dressed for the gym. He bragged all the time about wearing such large shoes. And he wasn’t lying as you looked in the tongue of the shoes you were being handed and the label read 16W. But strangely enough when you slipped your much smaller feet into the shoes you found that they fit snug as a glove. Your uncle pushed you in the gym harder than you’ve ever been. Sweat dripped from every muscle. Making all your hair slick with a smell you would find impossible to wash off. Coming up behind you in the gym, your uncle slapped you on the ass. “Time for you to put this to use now boy”. And as if on command your hole began to itch. To feel empty. You own member grew stiff and began to stick out in front of your depending attention. Your uncle led you to the locker room and bent you over. Filling you with own large member. In the mirror you could see the look of ecstasy plastered dumbly on your face and your uncle plowed like a machine. Reaching around he grabbed your massive member and began to stroke you with each thrust sensing you to another levels of euphoria and pleasure that you didn’t think possible. Then with one final loan grunt. You felt the pulse from his own member as he flooding your insides with his hot sticky seed. Then he ramped up his own hands on your member and even when you began to release he didn’t stop. You were bucking from the sensation and he wouldn’t let up till he got every lash bit of you out. Then pulling himself and bracing you on the counter you looked at the mirror and was shocked. You looked as if you could be his son! There couldn’t be no denial about it. Your uncle smiled at your while taking a picture of your backside. “That’s my boy ! I’m going to post your in my gym chat. Get ready son, you going to love getting used by all my friends! And you can forget about college. That little act we just did made your change into my son permanent. You’ll be forced to be just like me now !”
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It was supposed to be a very serious moment, right? But hey! What did you think when you decided to make them shirtless to listen to that "No mercy" speach of Paddy?
I'm not complaining, tho 😅
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Tyler should've known better than to nap with the door unlocked.
Sun filtering in through the blinds lit up the dusty frat room — cheap beer banners on the walls, a couple of red solo cups abandoned on the desk, a crumpled tank top tossed on the chair. Tyler, Phi Delta Chi’s golden boy, lounged in his tiny bed wearing just a charcoal-gray tank and navy boxer briefs so tight they showed off every ridge of his thick thighs and the fat outline of his cock, half-hard in his sleep.
He looked like every college fantasy — tan, ripped, that messy blond hair that always seemed artfully tousled, like he just came back from the beach.
Perfect.
Mateo — a cocky-ass Mexican ghost who’d once been the life of another frat house before his body gave out during one particularly legendary goon bender — had been watching this blond gringo for days, just waiting for his shot.
"Mira nomás..." Mateo purred as he materialized at the foot of the bed, invisible to the sleeping Tyler. "Pinche güerito looks too good not to steal..."
Without another second of hesitation, Mateo launched himself forward — a swirling rush of energy — and poured straight into Tyler’s slack, snoring mouth.
Tyler’s body spasmed hard. His muscles tensed, feet kicking against the mattress, eyes rolling back till only the whites showed. His mouth hung open in a perfect "O" as Mateo sank deep, merging, hijacking, taking the driver's seat.
Then… stillness.
Slowly, Tyler’s eyelids fluttered, and a cocky grin spread across his pretty-boy face.
"Ay cabrón, this feels fuckin’ good..." Mateo slurred, now fully in control, rolling his new thick white boy shoulders, flexing his thick arms. His voice came out rough, sexy — dripping with a deep Mexican accent that didn’t belong to this clean-cut gringo body at all.
He sat up, running his hands greedily down his own chest, over the firm slope of pecs, teasing his nipples through the thin tanktop.
"Mmm, tan apretadito..." he moaned, squeezing his own biceps, flexing for no one but himself. He raked his fingers through Tyler’s blond locks, flashing a shit-eating grin in the mirror across the room.
"Damn, güey...I'm a whole fuckin’ snack, bro."
His cock throbbed painfully inside his briefs — a fat, leaking bulge that demanded attention. He tugged the waistband down just enough to free it, thick and angry red, already drooling precum over his tan stomach.
"Shiiiit, let's fuckin' gooo..." Mateo laughed, slipping deep into full-on goon mode. He sprawled out wide on the bed, legs open, one hand wrapped tight around his fat cock, the other groping his own pecs greedily.
The first sloppy pumps made his toes curl, made his lips part in a dumb moan.
"Ooohhh fuck yeah, gringo body so fuckin’ perfect for goonin'..." he babbled, accent thick and syrupy. His hips started jerking up into his fist, sheets creaking under him.
He stared at his own reflection in the mirror — blond, ripped, beautiful — but the way he drooled down his own chest, the way his eyes crossed and his tongue lolled out stupidly, he looked nothing like the golden boy he used to be.
And he fucking loved it.
"Stupid little güerito... gonna make you a full-time fuckin’ goon slut, ese..." he chuckled breathlessly, slapping his cock against his abs, strings of precum snapping across his chest.
There was a knock at the door.
"Yo, Tyler, you up, bro?!" called a voice — his frat brother Ryan, from down the hall.
Mateo stiffened — but only for a second. Smirking wickedly, he snapped back into Tyler’s white boy voice effortlessly, putting on that clean-cut, easygoing drawl.
"Yeah dude! All good! Just, uh, chillin' man!" he called out, voice bright, friendly, masking the fact that he was still stroking his cock furiously under the sheets.
"Alright, sick, party later!" Ryan said, footsteps retreating.
As soon as the coast was clear, Mateo collapsed back onto the bed, erupting into filthy laughter, his accent roaring back.
"Hahahaha, pinche güerito voice sounds so dumb, bro," he sneered, mocking Tyler’s clean white accent in a stupid valley-boy tone: "Yeah dude! Like, totally chillin’, bro! Haha!"
He tossed his head back, laughing so hard he drooled all over his chin, then dived right back into gooning without missing a beat.
"Ay, vamos cabrón...goon out for me, stupid gringo..." he moaned, hand working his cock faster, hips thrusting desperately into the air. His face twisted into a full-blown goontard expression — eyes crossed, tongue out, forehead wrinkled dumbly, saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth.
"Unnnngh, fuck yeah...I'm a dumb horny güero slut..." he whined in that thick, sexy Mexican voice, hips pistoning frantically now, sheets a tangled mess under his sweaty, twitching body.
He teetered on the edge for what felt like forever, whimpering like a brain-dead puppy, until—
BAM.
His whole body seized as he blasted fat, sticky ropes of cum all over himself — chest, stomach, even hitting his chin. He writhed in the mess, hands spasming, thighs flexing hard, feet kicking like a helpless little bitch.
But Mateo wasn’t done.
Not even close.
Still breathing like a pornstar, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table, one hand still milking his cock lazily. He flipped open Snapchat, flicked it to the front camera.
The sight was fucking obscene — Tyler’s pretty frat face ruined into a sweaty, cross-eyed, drool-dripping goonface. His blond hair was matted, his chest glazed in cum, his tongue sloppily hanging out.
Perfect.
He snapped the pic without hesitation and grinned as he typed the caption in messy, horny fingers:
"let’s get goony gringo 🇲🇽👅🍆"
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And he sent it to his entire story, not giving a single fuck.
Laying back, still leaking cum, still rock-hard and twitching, Mateo licked his lips lazily.
"Hehehe...ain’t no turning back now, cabrón," he whispered, stroking himself back to full mast. "Time to make this dumb pretty güero a fuckin’ legend..."
And with that, he slid back into another mindless, drooling, cock-hungry goon spiral, destroying Tyler’s perfect frat boy body from the inside out.
Forever.
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