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Fugitive From Outer Space — Part 2

Read part 1 here.

As the alien possessed Daddy drove us away from my destroyed cabin, I still had the lingering taste of him on my lips. Sucking him had stopped my panic attack, leaving me feeling a bit more relaxed about my current situation. It's amazing the power a big Daddy's cock can have on me.

But I still was scared. Lazul had programmed Jeremy to explode my cabin and himself, which wouldn't look good on me.

I looked at the sexy Daddy driving beside me, his huge, hard cock was still throbbing out of his pants, bouncing slightly with the car bumps. Lazul's tiny arms were hugging the tip as his tiny head was buried inside the slit. He was feeding.

"Do you have access to this vessel's memories?" I asked him. Curious to know more about the innocent man whose body we just stole and cock I just sucked. Lazul pulled his head out of the slit with a wet 'pop' and looked at me with his cute black eyes. The man's empty eyes were still focused on the road ahead as Lazul spoke through him.

"I still don't have any of this vessel's memories. Right now, he's just on autopilot," The man said, winking at me. Lazul's long blue tongue started licking the pre cum that formed at the tip. "The human brain is still a very new thing to me. It's tricky. Complex. Confusing. A complete mess. Right now, I'm only able to remove their free will and convert them into lifeless slaves. If you're curious to know more about this vessel, you can just ask him. I may not have his memories, but he sure still does."

"Ummm... sir, can you tell us your name?"

"My name is Nolan Bennett," He answered with a robotic tone.

"Tell us more about you, Nolan."

"I am a 46-year-old divorced man, father of three daughters. I was heading to work when your alien friend turned me into his puppet..." He kept going, telling me his deepest secrets and life story, and I couldn't help but continue asking him questions.

"Oh shit..." He suddenly cursed. I looked at the road, confused, and gulped when I saw a police officer blocking the road.

His muscular tattooed biceps filled out the navy blue uniform shirt perfectly. He had a sharp jaw, blond short hair, and a muscular body that left me drooling. Nolan slowed the car and pulled over at the cop's request. Lazul quickly crawled back inside Nolan's head.

"Lazul, do you think he's a Tracker?"

"I don't know, there's only one way to find out..."

The officer approached the Nolan's side window and bent down, peering inside. I couldn’t stop staring—he was ridiculously hot.

"License and registration, sir," the officer said firmly.

Nolan glanced at him with a calm blankness. "What is a... License?"

The cop blinked. "Excuse me?" His brows furrowed in confusion.

"He's just joking Officer, my... ummmm, my uncle is a big goofball," I said, forcing a laugh as I grabbed Nolan's License from the glove compartment and handed it to the officer. He checked it, and after seeing everything was in order, he handed the license to Nolan. "Everything is clear. You two have a nice day." Just as the officer was about to walk away, I voice came from his radio.

"Be advised, all units: we have a BOLO on a Hispanic young male, early 20s, approximately 5'6", slim build. Last seen near the Lark Pine Road. Approach with caution, subject is considered armed."

I'm fucked—I thought. The cop looked at me, scanning my face a little too long. There I was, a Hispanic young man, 5'4" with a lean body.

"Sir, I’m going to need both of you to step out of the vehicle. Now." His hand was already reaching for his gun. But before he could even pull it, I saw Lazul already on the officer's shoulder, he zipped straight into his ear. The cop gasped and his body stiffened. His eyes rolled back, and he froze for a second in place, his head twitching slightly. Then he let out a long grunt as his face relaxed into a blank expression.

The newly possessed officer glanced down at his uniformed body, and began flexing his arms. He then looked at me and flexed his thick, muscular bicep.

"This vessel is niiiiiiiiice," Lazul said through the officer’s deep baritone voice, his tone confident and powerful. "Turns out there's no Tracker inside him, he was just a normal human officer doing his job. Having an officer as a puppet will be great for us. He will keep us informed."

I couldn't argue with that. With a cop on our side, at least in a way, our chances of staying hidden just got a lot better. I stepped out of the car and approached the muscular officer slowly, hesitantly. I reached out and caressed his firm, tattooed biceps, then I checked his badge. "Officer Cruz."

Unable to resist, my hand slid to his bulging crotch and I gave it a gentle squeeze. He looked big. He smirked and whispered, "Easy there, we should be careful. Someone might see."

He then walked to Nolan's car. "Nolan, go on with your life. Act the same as the old Nolan would."

"Yes, Master," Nolan answered in a robotic tone. I approached him. I felt like I should say goodbye.

"Thank you for letting us borrow your sexy Daddy body. I'm sorry you're just a lifeless puppet now."

"It was my pleasure, you two take care," Nolan responded with a warm smile and then drove away.

Officer Cruz then put a hand on my back and led me to the patrol car parked just off the road. Inside, I slipped into the passenger seat beside him. He grabbed a mug in the glove compartment. On the mug was written 'American As Fuck'

"What are you doing?"

"I get hungry and weak every time I make a new vessel. I need to recharge my energy," The officer then unbuckled his uniform and pulled out a thick, flaccid cock.

"Do your thing." He asked. I quickly reached out, wrapping my hand around the big shaft and stroking it slowly. The officer's cock twitched in my hand, slowly swelling as I began to stroke it with gentle movements. It grew heavy, pulsing in my palm. I could feel Lazul watching me from behind that dead stare. His vessel responded beautifully, growing inch by inch, until the officer's cock stood thick and hard in my grasp. 8'7 Inches of cop cock.

"Good boy, now milk him," Lazul murmured through the Officer Cruz's deep voice. I leaned down, brushing my lips over the leaking tip, tasting the first drop of precum that had beaded at the slit. I licked slowly, teasing him, dragging my tongue up the thick shaft while my hand kept stroking his musky balls. The cop's muscular body tensed. A low growl rumbled from his chest. Encouraged, I parted my lips and took him in. My mouth stretched around his thick cock as I sank lower, inch by inch, letting him fill my throat. The pressure made my eyes water, but I didn’t stop—I wanted all of him. I started bobbing my head, taking him all the way down my throat.

He put one heavy hand on the back of my head. He didn’t force me, but I could feel the silent command in his touch—keep going. I did. Faster now. Sloppier. My spit coated his cock, dribbling down my chin and pooling in the folds of his unzipped uniform pants.

Outside the car, the world was silent. Inside, it was just the wet sounds of my sucking, his baritone moans, and the radio still making static-filled warnings of danger that didn’t matter anymore. I then felt his cock throb hard against my tongue.

"He's getting close," Lazul grunted, his thick biceps flexing. I looked up at him as I sucked harder, loving the way his lifeless eyes stared forward. He was perfect. A hot, dominant cop now reduced to a brainless puppet.

With a deep moan, the cop gently pulled my head away from his cock and stroked his cock at a fast pace as he aimed it at the mug he was holding. In seconds, thick spurts of hot cum sprayed in the mug, filling it by half. I was always impressed at how Lazul was able to make his vessels cum such a large amount.

The officer then started taking long gulps of his cum as if he spent the last three days without drinking water.

Finally, he eased back, panting softly as he put the empty mug on the panel, "So fucking tasty! But that's not enough. I converted two vessels today, I need more cum to fully recover my energy." He handed me the empty mug, but I refused to grab it.

"If you want my cum, you will have to earn it," I said with a smirk.

"Fine, let's go somewhere more private." He put the car into gear and drove us deep into the forest, off the main road, onto a narrow trail only a local would know.

The moment we reached a clearing, Lazul turned off the engine. The place was surrounded by trees. Isolated and safe. Officer Cruz and I stepped out of the car. I didn’t say a word and just took off my pants and climbed onto the hood of the cruiser, lying back and lifting my legs, offering my ass to the studly officer. Behind me, Cruz's cock was already hard out of his fly, pulsing, leaking—Lazul clearly was loving every second of possessing such a perfect male specimen. Officer Cruz moved over me, his shadow cast over my body, his hands gripping my thighs hard, pushing them apart.

And then, he fucked me.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t sweet. It was rough and primal. After weeks of living with me, I taught Lazul exactly how I liked to get fucked. He thrusted with the strength of a beast, hips slamming into mine, muscles flexing with every motion.

I moaned, my fingers digging into the cop's ass.

The patrol car rocked slightly with each push. Cruz’s face hovered over mine, grunting, growling like a savage animal. His sweat dripped all over my face. The feeling of being taken, claimed, by this straight, tatted-up cop controlled by my alien friend—it was everything I've ever wanted.

Officer Cruz raised both his arms and struck a cocky double biceps pose. I love the view I had of him flexing his powerful arms as he plowed my ass.

"Ahh—fuck, this body feels so good—mmh—look at these guns!" He said, smiling down at me and winking. Lazul knew how to push my buttons.

"Nngh—fuck, Remy... I want your cum so bad—ahh—give it to me!" He grabbed my waist and started fucking me harder.

"I’m... close," I gasped.

Officer Cruz stopped abruptly. He pulled his cock out of my ass, sending me even closer to an orgasm. He dropped to his knees as I was five seconds from cumming. The officer’s strong hands wrapped around my thighs and his mouth wrapped around my cock. His mouth was warm, eager, hungry. I filled his mouth with my cum, and he sucked, devoured, drank every drop as I cried out, overwhelmed by my sensitive cock. Lazul moaned through Cruz’s throat, savoring every taste like it was his last meal.

When it was over, Cruz wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at me.

"You taste even better when you make me work for it," he said with a wicked smirk.

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We were back on the road in the police car.

"It will get dark soon. We need to find a place to stay the night," Lazul said.

"Can't we stay with Officer Cruz?"

"Officer Cruz needs to go back to his duty, his absence will draw unwanted attention."

"You're right. We should stop at one of those cheap roadside motels then. Lay low for a night or two. We both need the break."

He said nothing, but turned off the main highway at the next exit. We found a small motel on the side of the road. Old neon sign. It looked like it hadn’t been updated since the '80s, but it would do.

Lazul jumped out of Officer Cruz's mouth and into my hand. I leaned in and kissed his parted lips before I stepped out of the patrol car, and he drove away to resume his job. Leaving us at the hotel's parking lot.

"Shit. I just remembered I didn’t bring my ID. And I’m guessing alien fugitives don’t have a passport. How are we going to book a room?"

And that’s when another car pulled in the parking lot. Big black truck. The door opened, and out stepped a tall man that made my jaw drop. He was hot as hell.

He had a mustache, a sleeveless racing tee displaying his muscular arms, a cigar between his lips, and sunglasses. Cowboy boots, worn jeans hugging strong legs. He was totally an alpha redneck. Fuck... and he caught me staring.

"What are you staring at, faggot?" he spat in a deep, threatening voice.

Before meeting Lazul, I would have apologized to the homophobic asshole and walked home to avoid further problems, where I would have pitted myself the entire day. Not anymore. I looked down at Lazul sitting in my palm. We both smirked.

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The homophobic redneck slammed his ID down on the motel’s front desk. My arm was wrapped around his muscular biceps like I was his clinging boyfriend.

"One room for two nights," he grunted to the bored desk clerk, voice pure baritone.

A bored old man manned the front desk. He barely looked up from his phone as we checked in under our new puppet's name and credit card. I took his ID, and I looked at the hunk's name. "Wade Harlan. 28 years old."

I entered the hotel room. It was small, stuffy, but it had a bed. A private bathroom. A locking door and a TV... it was everything I needed right now.

I collapsed onto the mattress with a long sigh, finally letting myself breathe after the crazy day I just had. And to think my life had turned upside down so quickly just because I housed a fugitive alien... I started to wonder, would I have done differently?

The last weeks that I spent with Lazul in Jeremy's body were the best weeks I've ever had in my life. I don't think I ever felt alone during that time. Do I really care that much to go back to my old, boring, and lonely life? Maybe I don't...

Just then, Lazul closed the door behind him and slowly pulled his tee off, and then his jeans, leaving his muscular body in only black boxers.

He walked toward me and lay on the bed beside me. The bed creaked with the added weight. He then pulled me close, wrapping his muscular arms around me in a tight embrace as I lay on top of him. His body was warm and soft, his embrace comforting me like anything else could at that moment. Our lips met in a deep, passionate, hungry kiss.

I teased his nipples, pinching and rubbing them gently as we kissed, feeling his cock begin to swell inside his boxers. This vessel was very well hung, maybe even bigger than Jeremy, the Daddy, or the cop.

We stopped kissing, and he caressed my face with the back of his hand. I felt the cold of his Rolex watch against my skin.

"You know, Remy. I've taken over countless species, but none are as pleasurable as the human kind. You guys know how to have fun... and it feels fucking amazing!" He gave his bulge a squeeze and moaned.

"Other species?"

"Yes. For example, there was a planet where its inhabitants were very similar to your kind. Only they had blue skin, and the males had two huge cocks. You would have loved them."

"Where is this planet? I need to go there right now!"

We both chuckled. After a few seconds in silence, I spoke. "Is that why they're looking for you? Because you turned lots of aliens into your puppets?"

"We can talk about that later. Don't you want to see this vessel's cock?"

"That's not going to work this time, Lazul. Why are you trying to hide things from me? We're in this together, aren't we?"

He sighed. "Yes, we are… but let me enlighten you. My species is the rarest in the galaxy—perhaps the universe. We're known as Lazurians, and we alone possess the innate ability to completely take over other beings without the use of technology. We kill our vessels and control their bodies, but what really makes us so rare is that we're also able to turn our vessels into our slave zombies once we leave them. For eons, we were feared as silent invaders, capable of reducing entire civilizations to obedient husks. Whole worlds fell under our will, their inhabitants becoming nothing more than our puppets."

I sat up on top of him, surprised that he was finally opening up. In the past few weeks we've spent in the cabin, he had never spoken about his past to me... the only thing he told me about his species is that they lick themselves clean.

"We were hunted for it by every other species, and the intergalactic council sent an alien species known as trackers to exterminate every Lazurian they could find, like we were a plague. Planets that were taken over by my kind were blown into dust by the planet obliterator..." He stopped talking, I could see sadness in his vessel's eyes, like he was remembering painful memories. "I'm the last one of my kind left... as far as I know. I've been on the run ever since they started hunting us, until I was captured by a tracker. Luckily, the spaceship that was transporting me to my execution, crashed on a beautiful blue planet with many sexy humans to turn into vessels," He smirked at me, "And a scrawny gay human that loves cock more than anything."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You must feel scared and lonely." I gently placed a hand on his chest.

"Not when I'm with you."

I blushed at hearing such kind words coming from the mouth of a redneck who just called me a slur a few minutes ago. I leaned forward and latched onto one of his pink nipples, sucking hard while squeezing the other with my hand.

"Well I'll be damned—ya really like suckin’ on another fella’s tits, don’t ya, boy? Ain’t nobody ever done none of this queer stuff with me before." he moaned. His tone of voice was more dominant now and with the original vessel's country accent, meaning Lazul had put Wade on autopilot.

I bit gently, flicked my tongue rapidly across the sensitive bud, feeling his cock throbbing hard inside his boxers. I then lifted both his arms and started sniffing his armpits, it was ripe and musky.

"This here’s what a real man smells like… go on, lick it, boy."

I lost myself in his armpits as I humped his bulge with my own. I then crawled down between his thick, spread legs, and my hands quickly reached for the waistband. I teasingly pulled down until his cock sprang free. His dick was long, thick, and veiny—8'6 Inches. With the head of the color of his nipples. I leaned down and started to suck him, my lips closed around the head as my eyes locked on his moaning face. Lazul is clearly enjoying himself. And it makes me impossibly hard.

But as much as I love sucking off Lazul's vessels, Wade made me quite mad by calling me a slur. So I had no desire to ride his huge cock—I wanted to ride his ass.

I kneeled between his legs and he spread them easily, offering me his straight virgin ass. His boots were still on. I hooked my arms under his thick, muscular legs and lifted them over my shoulders. His heavy cock throbbed, still slick with my spit. His pecs flexed as he adjusted his arms behind his head, watching me with a cocky grin, like the unapologetic alpha he was.

"Well what’re ya waitin’ for, boy? Don’t ya wanna fuck a real man’s tight virgin ass?"

My hands roamed over his exposed muscular ass. I spread his cheeks apart and saw his tight straight hole winking at me. I undressed completely and lined my cock to his hole. With a single, powerful thrust, I drove into him, burying myself to the hilt. Wade’s moan was deep, guttural—a sound torn from his chest that made me even harder. His tightness was exquisite, his muscles flexed as he clenched his hole around my shaft... I began to move, thrusting hard and fast, each stroke driving another moan from his throat. That cocky smirk started to twist into something wrecked and submissive.

I started to sweat as I gripped his thick hips, slamming into him with relentless force. Wade's body bucked with every thrust, his eyes rolled back and his mouth went agape. Then Lazul emerged. His tiny alien head slipped from Wade's open mouth, and he crawled down his muscular torso toward Wade's leaking cock.

Wade moaned again, louder this time, his deep voice warbling with pleasure as Lazul climbed his shaft, coiling lovingly around it as Wade's cock throbbed violently.

"I'm... gonna cum," Wade gasped.

With one final thrust from me and Lazul's presence wrapped around his shaft, he was at the brink of an orgasm. Before he exploded, Lazul stuck his tiny head into the slit just as Wade was spurting thick ropes of cum. Lazul was gulping every drop. I would always find it impressive how Lazul can consume such a large amount of cum without growing in size. He had explained before that the cum is immediately converted into energy as soon as it enters his body. Alien biology is fascinating, I thought.

Wade's eyes fluttered, mouth open in ecstasy.

But I wasn't done yet. I fucked him harder, faster. Sweat poured down my body as I used this vessel with every ounce of need and fury I had. My balls slapped against his ass with each thrust, and I could feel myself getting closer. I let out a cry as I came, burying myself deep and pumping him full with pulse after pulse of hot cum. I fell on top of him with my face resting on his pecs, for a long moment, I stayed there, panting, still buried inside him.

I pulled out of him, breathless and spent. Lazul crawled out of his cock and crawled inside the leaking hole. It was funny to watch Lazul's tiny legs kicking and disappearing inside the hunk.

"Hmmmm.... delicious... So tasty and creamy..." Wade muttered Lazul's words mindlessly. I fell asleep while cuddling him.

Answering my question from before. Do I regret helping a fugitive alien? Absolutely not!

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Fugitive From Outer Space — Part 1

I lived in this old cabin near the woods. No nosy neighbors. No traffic. Just birds, wind, and the occasional howl at night. The internet’s shit, but I don’t mind. Solitude suits me, I just hate dealing with people. But sometimes I couldn't help but wonder... would it be that bad to share this cabin with someone else?

One lonely morning, I was sitting at the counter sipping my hot black coffee, lazily spooning oatmeal into my mouth, when the news anchor’s voice pulled my attention back to the TV screen.

"The search continues today for Jeremy Cale, a 32-year-old firefighter and father of two, who vanished without a trace during an early morning jog last Sunday.

Cale was last seen around 5:30 a.m. leaving his home in the Oakridge neighborhood, wearing a gray hoodie and black running shorts. According to family members, this was part of his usual routine—but this time, he never returned.

Local and state authorities have been working around the clock, combing nearby trails and wooded areas, while also reviewing surveillance footage and following up on community tips.

Jeremy’s family is pleading with the public for any information that might lead to his whereabouts. If you saw anything unusual in the area last Sunday morning, or have any relevant information, you’re urged to contact the police department or local Crime Stoppers line.

Again, Jeremy Cale is 32 years old, approximately 6 feet tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He is a respected member of the local fire department and a devoted father. His disappearance has shaken the community—and many are hoping for his safe return."

A picture flashed on screen of Jeremy. Shirtless, smiling, flanked by his wife and two kids at what looked like some summer lake trip. The man was fit. Square jaw, perfect beard. He was really hot—I thought as I took another sip of my coffee.

"Mr. Cale's last known location was near the forest trail on Lark Pine Road," the anchor added. I looked out my window. Lark Pine was practically my backyard.

I lived near a small town, where the most shocking news would be of a raccoon that bit an old lady. So, a man suddenly going missing was like a huge deal, becoming the only subject for the entire week among the citizens... Me? Honestly, I had better things to worry about, like finishing the new season of my favorite show.

Later that day, as I was watching my show, I heard a loud knock at the back door. Knocking was actually a kind term; it was more like someone trying to break in. So I grabbed a baseball bat—just for precaution. No one ever visits me out here, and I don't have friends or family. The UPS guy leaves packages at the front door, and even raccoons know to steer clear. Either that was a bear wanting to eat me, or a robber—I didn't know which one was worse. I slowly cracked the door open. And nearly dropped dead.

Standing on my back door, completely naked, was Jeremy Cale. The missing firefighter. But he didn't have the warm smile from the family photo I saw on the News earlier. His face was blank, his body was covered with sweat, and his muscles glistened. And yeah—he was huge. Everywhere.

I didn’t know where to look first. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Jeremy scratched the back of his head.

"What planet am I?"

I blinked, confused. That was a question I never thought I would have to answer. "Jeremy, you..."

"Planet Jeremy—what a peculiar name." He said in an emotionless voice.

"No, you are Jeremy Cale. Your family has been looking for you! Are you okay?"

"So that's how my vessel is called? I don't care about how he is called. I want to know what planet I am on."

"You're on planet... Earth?" I answered, now seriously fearing he had hit his head while jogging and gone completely insane. Jeremy looked behind him for a few seconds, as if he was unsafe, then turned back to me. Those vulnerable, yet empty eyes stared right back at me.

"I need to come inside your primitive ship." Without another word, Jeremy walked right past me and into the house. Just like that. Like he owned the place. My brain froze, trying to catch up. I should’ve said something—asked something—but all I could do was turn around as he passed me. And I caught a full view of his perfect ass.

Jesus Christ. It was sweaty and muscular, just like the rest of his body. He walked slowly, taking in the surroundings of my cabin, completely unbothered by the fact that he was naked in a stranger's house. Then, finally, he turned to me. "I am not Jeremy," he said plainly. "Not anymore. I am an alien lifeform. A neural crawler. I entered this vessel through the ear canal and migrated to the brain, where I now reside and control all his biological functions."

I laughed, not because it was funny, but because I didn't know what else to do. At that moment, I thought he was crazy, or maybe I was going crazy myself.

"Okay, Jeremy... sure. Maybe let’s get you some clothes and water first? Maybe call someone to help you, does that sound good?" I reached for my phone, but before I could unlock it, Jeremy took the phone from my hand and threw it on the floor, smashing it into pieces. I took a few steps back, scared for my safety. Jeremy, the family man, had gone completely insane.

"I didn't mean to scare you. But no one can know I'm here." Watching the fear on my face, Jeremy tilted his head slightly like a curious dog. "You don't believe me, do you? Let me show you." Then he opened his mouth and a tiny blue alien creature hopped off and landed on his finger.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted. "What is that?"

"This is my real form. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to stay in the safety of your primitive ship." Jeremy spoke in a robotic voice, "I can control my vessels even when I'm out of them. I can't speak your language, but this vessel will translate automatically everything I send to its brain. He's not the real Jeremy anymore, but a dead husk that only serves me."

"I can't believe this..." was all I could mutter.

"You still don't believe me?" Jeremy asked.

"I do believe you! It was just a way of... anyway, how did you turn Jeremy into... this?" I asked, slowly approaching Jeremy. I caressed his handsome, bearded blank face, pulling his eyelids a bit, to check his eyes—his pupils were unmoving. I then gently opened his mouth to inspect inside.

"My spaceship just crashed on this primitive planet, and I was in search of a vessel to use as a ship for protection," Jeremy explained as I caressed his sweaty chest. "That's when I saw this human running. I quickly jumped on his body and took him over. He was wearing some weird uncomfortable fake skin, so I ripped that off to show his natural body. Much better, don't you agree?" Jeremy asked, gently putting the tiny alien on his shoulder and then giving me a double biceps pose, his cock swinging at the small shift.

"That 'second skin' is called clothes. And you need to wear them if you want to pass as a human. Believe me, a guy walking naked here is just as alien as a real alien like yourself."

"I didn't know that. My kind never wore clothes." Jeremy looked around the cabin, he grabbed a mug from a shelf, inspected it for a while, and then dropped it on the floor, breaking it into pieces.

"There it goes my favorite mug. Can you please stop breaking my stuff?"

"Do you live in this ship alone?"

"This is my house. And yes, I live here by myself."

"Why don't you live together with the others of your species? Are you an outcast, just like me?"

"You could say that... I'm different from most. I'm attracted to the same sex of my 'species' and that's not very much accepted around here... Hey, I didn't ask your name, like, your REAL name." I asked, looking straight at the tiny alien on his shoulder.

Jeremy smiled, "You can call me Lazul."

"Nice to meet you, Lazul. I'm Remy." I suddenly frowned as I felt a smell. "What is this smell?" I sniffed the air again and then realized that the strong smell was coming from Jeremy's body. "When was the last time you showered Jeremy, Lazul?"

"Showered? My species doesn't need to shower, we lick ourselves clean."

"Well, Jeremy is still very much a human, if you're staying at my place, you will have to follow my rules, so I will give him a bath. Follow me to the bathroom."

"No, I'm not doing that," He said, crossing his arms.

"Can't you lick him clean then? Like you said your species does?" I tried to argue.

"I'm too tiny, I can't lick a vessel this big, but you are half his size. You could use your tongue to clean him if his smell bothers you so much." Jeremy sat down on my couch, his broad, muscular body sinking into the cushions, with Lazul, sitting confidently on his shoulder like a commander. I watched, still a little stunned, as the alien casually raised his tiny arms—and, as if tethered by invisible strings, Jeremy followed suit.

His expression kept blank as he lifted his muscular arms up over his head, exposing his hairy, sweat-slicked armpits. The rich, earthy musk hit me like a wave. Lazul's words came from Jeremy's lips in that robotic tone, "I believe this is the primary source of the odor you mentioned. You should begin here."

I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed as I stepped closer, drawn by the scent. I sat on his side and leaned in, burying my face in the soft, wet jungle of hair under his right pit. It was pungent, masculine, and intoxicating. My tongue darted out, licking up the sweat. Jeremy didn’t move. He remained still, blank-eyed, arms held high.

As I licked, I watched Lazul climb down Jeremy’s chest like a tiny explorer scaling a sweaty cliffside. He made his way over Jeremy’s defined abs, then stopped at the base of his thick, flaccid cock. Lazul threw a leg over it and sat on it like it was a beast to ride. Then he slapped it, making Jeremy's cock twitch, then swell with blood. Slowly, like something coming to life, it grew. Seven... Eight... Nine inches. Thick. Veiny. Cut. The skin stretched tight as Lazul hugged the shaft, his little, long arms wrapping around it.

Lazul then crawled toward the head and, with no hesitation, slid headfirst into Jeremy's slit. I gasped, pausing in my licking. Jeremy moaned deeply, a low, brainless groan vibrating from his throat. The sight of it���the huge cock pulsing, the alien disappearing inside like a worm entering its burrow—was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I knelt between Jeremy’s thighs and moved down, licking and worshipping his musky balls, savoring the strong taste. Lazul’s tiny blue head popped back out of the slit, blinking at me.

"What are you doing in there?" I asked.

Jeremy's mouth opened, and he spoke, "I feed on a substance similar to your species' semen. But I always find it hard to make this vessel expel the semen, so I have to crawl to the main source where the semen is stored."

"There's an easier way, you know?" I said, slowly inserting a finger into Jeremy's tight hole, Jeremy remained sitting frozen. I then ordered Lazul to make him play with his nipples as I inserted a second finger. In less then three minutes, I had four fingers inside him, Jeremy became overwhelmed by so much pleasure and started cumming.

"This is amazing. You made him expel everything!" And then Lazul disappeared back inside with a wet plop.

**TWO WEEKS LATER**

He stayed in my cabin the entire time, he was forbidden to come out. Jeremy's body, sweaty and naked, became a common view. It was bizarre at first—eating breakfast while a lifeless-eyed firefighter sat across from me, robotically spooning cereal into his mouth as an alien had breakfast with his cum. But the more time we spent together, the more... intimate it became. Lazul had no idea how to be human. He didn’t even know what cereal was. He didn't have Jeremy's memories, just control over his body. He said he still had to learn how to absorb human memories. So every reaction had to be learned, every muscle movement practiced.

I taught him everything.

We spent hours talking. He listened intently. I told him about Earth: its food, its people, its languages, its rules. But mostly, I taught him about pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Lazul was fascinated by how much sensation human males could experience.

We tried every position I could think of. Missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl with me on top of Jeremy's strong thighs, even standing up against the wall. Lazul always watched from within, fascinated by the way Jeremy's body reacted to touch and friction. He would moan in Jeremy’s deep voice, sometimes awkward, sometimes too robotic—but over time, more natural. More real.

Some days, Jeremy would do chores while naked, muscles flexing as he chopped firewood, the sun glinting off his sweaty back. One day, I had Jeremy on his knees, sucking my cock as I watched the news of his disappearance. When they showed a photo of him in his sexy firefighter uniform, I came inside his mouth, and Lazul started feeding.

One peaceful morning, we were having rough sex, like we had every morning. Jeremy was wearing a firefighter costume I bought online. He was plowing my ass hard with me lay on the bed, when we heard a knock on the door.

Jeremy looked at me, just as confused as I was. He pulled his thobbing shaft from my ass and I put some clothes back on. "I wonder if its another alien with another sexy vessel," I joked "I will be right back, don't make him cum yet!" I gave Jeremy a kiss.

When I opened the door, I was shocked to see a police officer standing outside. The officer gave me a long, hard stare. He was very muscular. But it was the eyes—vacant, unfocused, yet somehow... threatening—that sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"Good morning, sir. I’m Officer Hayes," he said, voice deep and emotionless. "We’re conducting a follow-up on the Jeremy Cale disappearance. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious in the area recently?"

I forced a smile. My heart raced. You mean Jeremy Cole? The brainless vessel with an alien inside his head, waiting patiently for me in my room with a rock-hard cock ready to destroy my ass?—I couldn't really say that.

"Uh, no. Nothing strange, Officer," I said, casually stepping outside and pulling the door halfway shut behind me. "I live alone. Kinda keep to myself out here."

His eyes flicked over my shoulder, scanning the inside of the cabin. He saw two mugs on the table.

"You sure about that?" he asked.

"Absolutely. Unless you count a raccoon stealing my trash last week. But I doubt that’s what you’re looking for."

Officer Hayes tilted his head slightly, and his nostrils flared as if he were sniffing the air. For a second, his mouth twitched into a smirk. Then, just as quickly, his face went blank again.

"Strange smell," he muttered.

Shit. Of course. Jeremy’s musky scent still lingered in the cabin. I tried to laugh it off.

"Y-Yeah, I burnt some bacon this morning. Guess it stuck around."

He nodded slowly, but I could tell he wasn’t buying it. There was something predatory in his stillness. Then his gaze locked onto mine, too intense for comfort.

"If you do see anything," he said slowly, "or anyone—please contact the station. We’re very interested in finding Mr. Cale."

"Will do, Officer."

He lingered for a moment too long, then finally stepped back and returned to his patrol car. I waited until he drove down the dirt road and out of sight before I slipped back inside. Jeremy was standing naked by the window, watching him leave.

"That wasn't a cop," He said flatly. "That was a tracker. They know I'm here."

"What do you mean they?"

"So, there was something I didn't tell you. Remember when I said I was also an outcast? What I really meant was that I am a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. The ship that crashed on your planet was a ship transporting intergalactic criminals. The crash allowed me to escape."

"YOU ARE WHAT? Why are you just telling me this now? Was that cop even a human?"

"That officer wasn't a human anymore. He was just a husk being controlled by an Intergalactic alien officer. That one was probably a Tracker. Trackers are an alien species with high intelligence and extra senses that work like detectives."

"What did you do to become a wanted criminal in space? Were you speeding in your ship? Did you abduct the wrong cow?"

"We don't have time! I will explain everything to you later, right now we need to get out of here and find me a new vessel!"

"I'm not going anywhere. I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Besides housing an intergalactic criminal for weeks? Yeah, you should try convincing the intergalactic court that you're innocent. I'm sure they will love to hear that. You will get lucky if you only spend the next three thousand years behind bars."

"Humans don't even live that long."

"Too bad they already have a technology for that."

I was shocked by how such a small, cute creature was a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. Would I have helped Lazul even if he told me the truth from the beginning? I started asking myself.

"Wanna give these musky armpits one good bye sniff? I will set this vessel to autodestruct once I'm out. Can't leave any trace behind." Jeremy asked, flexing one bicep and displaying his hairy armpit.

"That's so sad. I really like Jeremy..." I took a long, sniff of his armpits, and hugged him.

"Don't you worry, you will have plenty more of vessels to play with. Now let's go." Lazul jumped out of Jeremy's mouth and landed on the palm of my hand. I carefully put him inside my shirt pocket and ran away towards the woods. Jeremy mindlessly walked back inside the cabin.

We were running on the road when Lazul suddenly started freaking out in my pocket, he was pointing his hands to the tress, he was trying to say something. Without Jeremy to translate his words, all I could hear were high squeaky noises.

I started hearing the sirens of approaching patrol units, so I quickly hid behind a tree. Suddenly, three cruisers raced past us at an incredibly fast pace towards my cabin. When they were out of sight, I took off into the woods. While running, I heard a loud explosion in the distance. I looked up at the sky and saw smoke rising from the direction of the cabin… my poor cabin.

"I can't believe what you got me into! You know how much I paid for that cabin?" I shouted at Lazul, who just responded with a squeak. After a while, I came out on the other side of the forest onto another road. As I was crossing the road, a car was coming right in my direction. I flinched. Luckily, the car stopped a few inches from me. I sighed in relief.

"Are you ok?" A deep baritone voice came from the handsome muscular Daddy in the car. He had his head out of his car, looking at me with concern.

I then heard Lazul's squeaky sounds from my pocket, he was pointing at the Daddy inside the car. I didn't need Jeremy this time to understand what he meant.

I approached the car and looked at the man inside. "I'm really sorry, but we need to steal your body..." I apologized to the man. The man didn't have time to react, Lazul jumped from my shirt pocket right to his face and crawled into his ear. The man's eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed, his biceps flexed as his hands got tighter on the wheel. I felt bad about the man, I really did, he seemed to be a nice guy. Unlike Jeremy, this time I took a direct role in helping turn the man into a brainless puppet. But on the other hand... he was so fucking hot!

I walked to the other side of the car and opened the door. The Daddy was already staring at me with a reassuring smirk and a thumbs-up.

"Get in, we need to get as far as we can," he said in his deep voice. I slipped into the passenger seat beside him. The Daddy had thick biceps, and a tight black polo hugging his muscular body. His silver-streaked hair was styled perfectly, making him look ever hotter. He flexed his biceps at me before putting the car into gear.

We drove in silence for a few miles. I should’ve been grateful. We were unharmed. Lazul had a new hot body. We had escaped. But I couldn’t stop shaking.

My palms were slick with sweat, and my chest was tight. My heart became louder with every passing mile. Every bump in the road felt like it could shatter me. My mouth dried, and the edges of my vision blurred slightly.

I was having a panic attack.

Lazul glanced at me and noticed something was wrong. "Are you alright, buddy?" He asked, his voice was soothing but still filtered through the Daddy’s deep baritone.

I didn’t answer. I couldn't talk. My breathing quickened and I turned my face to the window, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants. Everything was catching up at once. My home—gone. My life—over. And now I was a fugitive by association. A pawn in something far bigger than I could even comprehend.

Without saying a word, Lazul slowed the car and pulled over onto the gravel shoulder of the road. He put the gear in park and turned toward me. His big hand reached out and rested gently on my trembling thigh.

"You're safe with me. No one will hurt you. I won’t let them, alright?" His hand squeezed gently, grounding me. I turned toward him, eyes wide, chest still heaving.

And then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t forceful. It was deep. Wet. Passionate. His lips were warm, his hand slid up to cup the side of my face, and I melted into his warm embrace. Just for a moment, the fear slipped away. I let myself fall into that kiss, into the feeling of safety and dominance that this vessel seemed to radiate.

As we made out, I reached up and stroked his thick, muscular biceps—hot and solid under the fabric of his polo. He broke the kiss and gave me a cocky grin, his fingers moving to his zipper. In one smooth motion, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his hard cock—thick, veiny, and a full eight inches of uncut perfection. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began stroking slowly.

"If there's one thing I've learned about you over these past few weeks," The Daddy said, voice deep and sultry, "it's that nothing calms you down quite like a good cock." He gave me that sexy grin again, "C'mon, suck it," he whispered.

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned over, my mouth finding the tip of his cock, already leaking. I licked a slow circle around it, tasting his salt and sweat, before sliding my lips down over the head. He moaned—just a low, primal rumble from deep in his chest.

My tongue explored every inch, teasing the underside of his shaft as my lips slid down further. He was thick, stretching my jaw, but I took more of him, slowly bobbing my head up and down. One of his hands came to rest on the back of my neck, guiding me, not forcing—just steady, firm.

I could feel his thighs tense beneath me, the heat radiating off his body. I sucked harder, letting my tongue swirl and flick while his cock throbbed deeper in my throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth as I worked him over, sloppier and more desperate with each motion.

Lazul groaned again, this time with a grin. "That’s it. Good boy. Just like that." He started the car and continued driving.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—I was lost in the taste of him, in the weight of his cock on my tongue, the way his hand kept me grounded in place. Eventually, he gently pulled me back. My lips popped off his shaft with a wet smack. I looked up at him, breathless.

"Better?" he asked with a wink.

I nodded slowly. I was feeling so much better.

[elton-k]

In a Jar

I briefly weighed the consequences before speaking up. My roommate used to be a typical gym bro, but recently he'd started to become a hermit. There was a little more than a month left in our lease, so if I could just put up with this new behavior for a few more weeks, I could remain blissfully unaware of whatever happened to Justin. But... that assumed that things weren't going to get worse. And if nothing else, being silent meant I would never be able to satisfy my curiosity. I had to know. "Hey, Justin, do you have a moment? I... there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

He paused, a brief look of concern flashing across his face before it was replaced with his trademark smile. "Yeah, roomie, any time. So, what's goin' on?"

I took a deep breath. "You've been acting really weird, lately. Ever since that hiking trip, it's almost like you became an entirely different person. And I don't just mean that you're spending less time with your friends or whatever," I added. "One of Tricia's friends told me the two of you haven't gone out on a date in over a week. You've been spending way more time alone in your room lately. And... you're allowed to spend more time online, but... I dunno, man... it's like a lot of your habits have changed."

"Pssh, yeah, okay" Justin said, rolling his eyes. "I don't have time for this. Let me know when you have a real concern, okay?" Justin slammed the door to his room behind him, and let out a dramatic sigh. Clearly he was trying to play it off, but I couldn't help but notice how weird it was that my roommate was choosing to hide in his room.

"That's what I mean!" I said, yelling through the closed door. "You're hiding from me when normally you would've yelled in my face by now! Your attitude is completely different, you completely re-arranged all of your products on the bathroom counter, you stopped hoarding dishes in your room, and just last week you folded and put away your clean laundry for, like, the first time ever!"

Justin couldn't help but laugh. "Take the hint, dude. Go away. Are you seriously trying to hold an intervention just because I felt like putting away my laundry?"

"Yes!" I yelled, standing my ground. "I am, and I don't appreciate you gaslighting me! Something happened to you, and it's freaking me out, dude! It's like the real Justin is gone, and you're like... his clone from a parallel dimension or something."

"Or like I'm an alien who has access to his memories, but not his behaviors and habits?"

"Yes, like a--- wait, what?" My eyes widened to see Justin open the door to his room, wearing nothing but a towel. More alarming, however, was the human brain sitting in a jar on his nightstand. My eyes widened in shock, and I could feel my heart hammering away in my chest. My own brain was yelling at me to run for my life, but my feet felt as though they were rooted to the ground. Justin wrapped his arms around my shoulders, allowing his towel to drop to the floor. Only the sight of Justin's massive cock had enough power to peel my eyes away from the disembodied brain.

"Sit down on my bed," Justin said, gently pushing me deeper into his room. "That's not a request," he added, when I tried to stand my ground. I obliged, sitting down on the edge of the bed so that his body stood between me and his brain. Maybe if I couldn't see it, it would be easier to pretend that nothing was wrong. "Here's the deal. I could waste time trying to keep up the charade, but we spend so much time in proximity to each other that you'll just figure it out again. I've already wiped your memory three times, I'm getting tired of it. Especially when this body has what you want."

I wanted to be alarmed by what he was saying, but Justin placed his hand on my inner thigh, and my thoughts started to short circuit. "Most of him has been hollowed out and discarded, but I kept his brain so I could have full access to his memories," he said, pointing to his head. "We both know the real Justin would never give you the time of day. But I'm not the real Justin," he said, leaning in to whisper into my ear. I shivered, feeling the heat of his breath against my skin.

"All you have to do is keep a secret." He kissed me on the lips, but when I moved forward to lean into the kiss, he had already pulled away. "Can you do that for me?" he said. I nodded, trying to figure out if it was my fear or my boner that was agreeing with him. "It's not like you have a choice," he added. "Between photoshop and AI images, no one will believe you. But if you were persistent about it, that could become... irritating."

He lifted his hand off of my thigh, and slipped it under the pant leg of my shorts. By the time I registered what he was doing, his hand was already inside my boxers. "Keep my secret, and I'll do anything you want." His hand firmly gripped my erection, and a high-pitched moan slipped out of my mouth. "If you want to plow my tight ass, it's all yours. Make Justin your bitch." I tried to reply, but I could barely form a coherent thought. I could feel his hand teasing my manhood, slowly stroking up and down as I fought desperately not to cum. The wet spot on the outside of my shorts grew wider as I leaked more and more. I looked into his eyes, pleading for him to stop, but he just kept smiling at me with that confident grin.

"Only... I don't think you want that," he said, pulling back his hand. "I've noticed you sniffing this body's jock straps. You love the thrill, the danger of knowing what he'd do to you if he ever caught you." Justin grabbed my shoulders and tossed me backwards, shoving me flat on his bed. He climbed on top of me, straddling me with his legs as he held his cock over my face. "You want me to be in control. You want to be used and abused." My nostrils were filled with his musk as he rubbed his nuts in my face. "You thought it was risky, knowing that Justin might beat you up? Piss me off, and you're dead." He leaned in close, again letting his breath tickle against my ear. "Your ass is mine. I own you."

I couldn't hold back anymore. I came right there, releasing my load into the front of my pants, spasm after spasm. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I tried to avoid eye contact. Whatever alien was inside of Justin, he had the power to destroy me utterly. I should have been afraid for my life-- instead, I was more turned on than I had ever felt before.

"I meant every word," Justin said, looking over at me from his bedroom window. At some point he'd wrapped the towel back around his waist, and he was looking out across the apartment courtyard. "If you can keep a secret, we'll have a fun last month together. Maybe longer, now that I no longer need to break the lease come August. But if you try and act up? I'll just put your brain in a jar next to Justin's. No one will ever even know you're gone."

He gave me a few supportive pats on the back. "Anyway. Go clean yourself up, would you? We can pause here for dinner, but I'm going to be drilling that ass tonight." I looked over at Justin, then at his brain, then back over at his sculpted ass. His secret was safe with me-- it was sure as hell better than winding up in a jar. If I was going to have a deadly alien for a roommate, I may as well get something out of the deal.

[elton-k]

MY PROTECTOR

Suddenly the model from the magazine ad was looming in front of me on the door step.

“Not here!” I screamed at the genie. “Inside.”

I looked both ways quickly, noticing my new friend was catching stares. Fortunately, no one could see Shabaz.

“You wished for a guardian angel… here he is!” insisted the Genie. “No one will mess with you while he’s around.”

I stepped up to the strapping man in the tight underwear. He looked forward blankly, his double-barrel chest rising and falling calmly.

“Oh, he’s alive,” the Genie clarified, “but he’s just an instrument. Anything he does, it’s because you think it. Any thoughts he has, they are because you give them to him.”

“Okay,” I mumble, thinking for a second.

The model turns robotically towards the door, twists the handle, and walks in. Shabaz and I follow.

As we enter the living room, the man stops and turns towards me. His expression remains neutral.

“So whatever I want… whoever I want him to be… that’s who he is?” I say hesitantly.

“Precisely,” the Genie answers back. “And if you ever need me to step in…” – he looks the hunk up and down – “It would be my pleasure.”

I have an idea.

The man’s eyes narrow in concentration and he steps forward menacingly. His hand stretches outward and fits tightly around my neck. Using his strong pelvis, he wedges my body up against the wall. I feel his erection stabbing against my stomach.

His other arm swings upward in a tight flex and he smiles, watching me watch him.

“You like that, maggot?” he hisses with other hand still gripping my neck, channeling one of the asshole jocks from my school. He leans into me, bringing his lips close to mine, then belts out a forceful belch.

“This is what you want?” the Genie asks.

The bully under my control turns his face to the Genie. “Yeah. And if you don’t want to watch, you can leave.”

“I’m good,” the Genie says with a smirk.

The large man turns his face back to me and flexes his arm again, pushing his armpit into my face. “Lick it, scum,” he demands.

His yanks me by the neck into his arm pit and moans in pleasure as I take a big whiff. He has a dank, musky stench… because I want him to. Happily, I begin to lap up the sweat in his pit.

He grunts approvingly. “Good boy… gooood.”

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me to the couch. Twisting around, he pulls down his underwear and leans over the couch, forcing my head deep within his ass.

“Now eat it.”

I breathe him in and my tongue goes to work, relishing the taste of his tight hole.

“That feels amazing, boy,” he gulps out, appreciating my handiwork.

I turn to Shabaz with a smirk. “Do you think that’s enough for you to go by?”

The Genie brightens. “Really?”

The muscle-bound beauty, now with a cock swagger, rises from the couch and takes off his underwear. He crosses to Shabaz, thrilled with the prospect of inhabiting a body (if only for a while).

“Hop in,” I say.

I watch the Genie step into the beefcake in front of him, and the man’s expression startles. He displays a few proud poses.

“This is fucking awesome!” he cries in the man’s rough voice. Then his face shifts back into a cocky smirk as he picks up the man’s dirty underwear and breathes the musk into his lungs. “That’s the smell of a real fucking man.”

“This is exactly who I want him to be,” I say. “This is my protector.”

The man, possessed by the Genie, narrows his eyes. “Bend over, faggot,” he says icily, pumping his cock. “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.”

[elton-k]

MY PROTECTOR: PART 3

Part of FAN REQUEST WEEK

Requested by @bodstart

Part 1

The Grindr hook-up’s father glowers at me as he undoes his tie and sits down, unable to see Shabaz standing next to him.

“It’ll be just one more second,” I stammer. “He’ll be right down.”

“Hamid!” the man shouts, “Get the fuck down here! I had to leave a gala because for some fucking reason, you needed me to drive across town. This better be an emergency!”

I examine his crisp, tailored clothing. He looks expensive. I guess this nerd is going to have his very own executive businessman. We hear heavy plodding footsteps as my Protector stalks down the stairs. Always seeing out of both sets of eyes, I watch my other half — my puppet — approach in the hulking form of the rich executive’s son, Hamid.

“Yo pops,” I say out of his lips, relishing the look of confusion on his father’s face. Hamid runs a hand down his shirtless chest to his crotch.

“What the fuck is going on here, Hamid?” the man yells, rising from the chair.

I have Hamid adjust his posture, spreading his considerable width to challenge his father’s aggression. Without blinking, he drops his jeans to the floor, exposing the outline of his rigid cock through his underwear. His father’s eyes drop for just a moment.

“You’ve never thought about it, dad?” Hamid says confidently. “Watching me grow these last few years… you’ve never thought about touching me?”

“I-I don’t understand you, son,” he stammers. Hamid brings his face close to his father’s, almost as a threat. His heaving pecs press against his father’s pressed shirt.

I nod to Shabaz. You’re on.

The genie steps into the business executive body, and his chest pulses as if it made contact with heart paddles. His face twists into bewilderment as his hands forcefully grab two scoops of his son’s ass. His eyes bulge in shock as his lips spit out the words,

“Of course I have. I have brought one hot motherfucker into this world.”

The Executive covered his mouth in shock, then mumbled, “What is… what is happ…”

To his horror, his hand massaged his son’s cock as he took Hamid into a deep kiss. Sharing my Protector’s sense of smell, I savored the father’s expensive aftershave. The father looked to me with a new expression… a menacing grin.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist a little show. Let’s see what we’re working with.”

The Executive, now fully possessed by Shabaz, dipped a hand into his back pocket and retreived a leather wallet. Out of it came a fistful of cash.

“He’s loaded, all right,” he confirmed.

“Give me his loafers, and stay in character,” I commanded.

“All right, boy,” the Executive snapped in a superior tone. He took off his a shoe and took a step toward me, then looked back at his son — my Protector — fully under my control. Hamid was leaning back on a couch stroking himself with a smile.

Gaze set back to me, the Genie recalled the same glower he had while he was waiting for his son. His hand gripped the back of my neck hard as he pushed my face into the sweaty loafers. I greedily huffed in the smell.

“You like my stench, you poor little maggot?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, getting into it.

“Lick the Italian leather clean, boy. I want to see it sparkle.”

As I ran my tongue along the leather, my nose detected something else. The high quality, the expense of the shoe. The incredible softness.

I pulled myself from his grip and issued another command, “Now, I want to watch you fuck your son. Keep your tux on.”

The Executive, possessed by the genie, nodded and retreived his tux jacket by the door. He ran a hand carefully along his slicked back hair, then carefully took off his belt.

“I told you to keep your tux on,” I repeated.

“It is on,” the Executive growled, “Don’t tell me how to fuck my son.” He looked to Hamid, “Bend over.”

Under my effortless control, Hamid’s double turned around and bent over the couch. His bare ass stuck up in the air.

“You should never tease your father,” the Executive snarled, gripping the belt in a tight loop. With lightning speed, he cracked the leather strap across Hamid’s muscled bubble butt… then again. Angry red marks were left on his son’s tan skin.

The father unzipped his fly and pulled out an impressive, uncut eight-inch cock. Wrapping the belt around his son’s throat and leaning close to his ear, he hisses, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

Giving me a wink as he entered Hamid’s tight ass, the Executive howls at the fantastic sensation. “It feels so fucking good to be real again!”

I watch as the father has his way with his son — even invited at times to join in. Until… finally… the moment we’ve all been waiting for.

With a loud grunt and a final thrust, the possessed executive’s cum gushes into his son’s ass.  I lose control of my protector once again as he gasps in pain on the couch.

His young, muscled frame collapses inward as it assumes the other form of the man still inside of him — the father of his assumed form. As hair begins to form across his chest and a beard forms on his aging, square jaw, Shabaz — still inside of Hamid’s father — pulls out and strokes himself rapidly. As watching the transformation brings about a second orgasm, I notice something strange. His jaw begins to reform as his brow raises.

As he falls backwards and hits the floor, the Executive’s hips arch upward as he cums on his own pants. Waves of muscle form under the skin and flow outward, dramatically increasing his size. He struggles to take of his shirt as the added bulk tears off the seams, and a circular tattoo seeps to the surface on his side.

After a moment, the groaning subsides and I now see my Protector grinning back at me in the form of Hamid’s rich father. This was expected. What was not expected was Hamid’s father was now… Hamid… and Shabaz was…

The Genie grins as he rises. He slowly puts on Hamid’s discarded jeans, then leans his impressive body against the wall. He’s fucking cocky.

“Finally,” Shabaz says through Hamid, “I’m free.”

“It-it works both ways,” I stammer, realizing my folly.

“That’s riiight,” he says in a husky sing-song. “When your protector has sex in his form, his mold changes. Likewise, when I’m in a body… so do I. And this…” he hisses as he places his hands on me and lifts me slowly with his massive arms, “Is all mine.”

A belt suddenly wraps around his throat as my Protector — in the form of his father — theatrically clears his throat. “Not so fast, Hamid,” I say through his lips. “Don’t forget, you are my son. If you want a penny, you will do what I say.”

“Looks like you’re not so free after all,” I say with a grin. Shabaz lowers me slowly, realizing his error. “You are trapped in this body, as glorious as it is, an now I am your father.”

I decide to throw my weight around.

“Turn around,” I command to the Executive. The intimidating man turns around, leans over and sticks his sweaty ass into the air. Approaching him gleefully, I bring my nose close to his smelly taint and breath him in. Then I begin eating him out, enjoying each bellow and moan from the gorgeous business man in my control. My other half.

After I finish, he pulls back on his pants soiled with his rich cum. The Executive looks at me hungrily as he sits down in the chair. His mouth barks out my desires.

“I can’t go out there like this, boy. Lick it off.”

I kneel slowly as his gaze travels to Shabaz, still sulking in his son’s body. “You, too.”

Hamid dutifully crawls to his father. As we lick him clean I have one eye on Hamid’s chest and the other on his father’s pocket book.

Now, not only do I have protection but I have… access.

[elton-k]

Upgrade

I watched in horror as the frail old man, his steps shaky and deliberate, made his way down the bustling street. Suddenly, a grotesque tentacle slithered out from the shadows of a nearby alley, coiling around his thin neck with a sinister grace. In an instant, he was yanked from the sidewalk, his cane teetering for a moment before falling to the ground with a muted clunk. The air filled with the unsettling sounds of sloshing and squelching as the tentacles, slick and glistening, invaded his body, leaving a chilling silence in their wake.

The ancient figure emerged, disdaining his cane as he snapped his neck and stretched, a grotesque spectacle. The last of the writhing tentacles twitched around his lips, even licking at the hem of his pants. As he turned to face me, I froze, now a witness to his true form. Panic surged through me, and he lunged, a hobbling monstrosity with arms outstretched. I wheeled around, delivering a brutal kick to his knee.

"Don't you fucking dare," I growled, a strange, fierce confidence coursing through my veins. "I don't know what you are, but you won't get away with whatever you're doing inside this old man." He crumpled, clutching his quickly bruising body, and looked up. Beneath his wrinkled skin, tentacles thrashed, a horrifying sight. These alien sightings were becoming eerily common. Across the nation, people reported witnessing sudden personality shifts and even glimpses of creatures entering human bodies. It struck me that this one was clumsy, choosing a feeble host.

I yanked him up, dragging him along the sidewalk. "If you wanted to blend in, you should have made sure no one was looking," I snarled, acting as his grim crutch. "I'll help you find a new body, if you want." We rounded the corner, his frail voice echoing in my ears.

"I would like that," he rasped. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. This alien was young, inexperienced.

"Amateur," I sneered. We turned another corner, approaching a construction site. "I can tell you're new to Earth. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Humans suck anyways, and I'm one of them." I dumped him on a bench, pointing to the passerby. An idea sparked as I spotted a group of burly men. "Come with me," I commanded, hauling the old man into the construction site. I deposited him in an empty room, the walls bare, two doors on either side.

I prowled back onto he street, singling out one of the men as he separated from the group. I whistled, a provocative catcall.

"The fuck?" He soon around, face reddening. "I'm not gay, bro."

"You sure look it," I taunted. He charged, a bull seeing red. I led him on, slamming through the door into the room where the old man waited.

"Get him while you can!" I roared, bolting through the opposite door. I halted, hearing the man's terrified screams, the sickening thud of the old man's body hitting the floor. Through the cracked door, I witnessed a writhing mass of tentacles invading the jock, his muscles convulsing as the creature forced its way into every orifice. As his head twisted to see me, I slammed the door shut, his agonized cries echoing in my mind. Even then, I was fantasizing about the image of the alien writhing beneath the man's skin - it's tentacle-clad form sending rippled through his firm, flexing muscles as it invaded his body with relentless force.

I slumped against the wall, my breath ragged, as the anguished cried from the other room gradually faded into an eerie silence. I turned back just as the door creaked open, and the colossal man ducked through the frame. As he stepped into the light, a sinister grin spread across his face. He lifted his arms, flexing those massive biceps, the raw power coursing through his upper body, and then lowered his arms, making his pecs dance with an unsettling precision.

"Now that's much better, isn't it?" I said, feeling a surge of adrenaline and desire.

"I feel much better," the creature inside the muscle-bound host replied, its voice a strange blend of alien intelligence and the man's simple-mindedness. "I also feel horny." The beast had taken on the essence of the man it inhabited. With a deliberate motion, he pushed down his shorts, revealing his cock - rigid, throbbing, and pulsing with primal energy and he locked eyes with me.

"Help me. Please," he implored, his eyes a mixture of desperation and need, as his balls churned and his cock bobbed with an insistent, urgent rhythm.

He grasped his length, shaking it slightly as he experienced a novel sense of pleasure within his new human form. I took his hand and guided him towards the wall, making him press against me. He rolled his neck, settling into his new body, and began to intuitively understand what I was encouraging him to do. Pushing against me, his cock pressed between us, he ground against my own hardened. I squeezed his chest as he flexed it, knowing I appreciated this human form I had helped him inhabit, and he allowed me to admire it as a reward.

With unprecedented strength, he grabbed my wist and turned me around. I felt his hardness against my ass after he forcefully pulled down my pants, initially exploring to ensure this was the correct place, but then I felt a tremendous force as he gripped me and thrust his cock inside. I moaned loudly, my voice resonating off the walls of the construction site.

The alien lost control, thrusting into me with primal intensity, using his powerful new body exactly as I had hoped. This wasn't the first alien I had assisted into a human form - truthfully, I found a certain satisfaction in it. Humanity has its flaws, and this was an exciting way to replace them with creatures that would appreciate everything about their new forms. The best part? Most of them enjoyed testing out their new bodies with me.

I sank my teeth into my lip, drawing blood, as the alien beast groaned behind me, his muscles rippling like a stormy sea. Pleasure surged, brutal and unbearable, as his scalding see erupted inside me, coating my insides. I was a mess against the wall, my cock leaking a river of pre-cum. Spinning around, I faced him as his cock slid out with an obscene, wet pop, his eyes gleaming with primal satisfaction.

My body ached for more, and he eyes my cock with ravenous hunger. Turning, he presented his ass, pushing back against my cock, desperate for the same brutal ecstasy. He impaled himself, grunting as I stretched him, filled him, a guttural howl ripping from my throat.

I grabbed his massive, muscled ass, using him like a toy, forcing him to take every inch of my cock. I fucked him hard, his ass sliding on and off my cock. The intensity built in my balls like a volcano about to blow, and I pounded him with everything I had. With a road that shook the walls, I exploded, filling him with my own cum. I pumped him full of me, as he moaned with each spurt of my seed.

He slipped off of me with a deep, guttural groan, pausing to survey his newly acquired form. My cum trickled from his ass as he admired the sculpted sinew, running his fingers along his rigid abs with a sense of awe and power. "Thank you, human. I will seamlessly blend in with the others."

"Oh, I have no doubt you will," I replied with a grin, delivering. firm slap to his ass. "Reach out whenever you want some action. I'm more than willing to make you feel alive." As I had mentioned before - he wasn't the first alien I'd guided into a human vessel, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

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Alien Next Door

The late afternoon sun slanted across my front porch in warm, honeyed rays when I answered the door and found Mr. Lenny - my next-door neighbor and rival dad - standing there utterly naked. His skin gleamed pink in the light, every contour of his body laid bare. He wore the same sheepish, almost-boyish grin he always did when trying to best my father, only now his bravado was entirely unclothed. My gaze flicked down to the undeniable evidence to his arousal, then back up to his face, which quivered with a strange mixture of embarrassment and want.

"I don't know what to do with this," he confessed, his voice low and rough as he wrapped a trembling hand around his stiff cock. A little electric shock of pleasure arced through him, making his spine arch and a soft groan float into the quiet are between our houses.

"Jesus Christ. Come inside." I seized his forearm, surprised by how warm and soft his skin felt beneath my fingers. He shivered as I led him past the threshold. I parted the curtain for a quick glance down the block: no neighbors peering from windows, no one gossiping in their yards. At least for a moment, we were alone.

Mr. Lenny and my father has always been locked in this toxic, testosterone-fueled contest. If Dad tinkered under his car's hood, Lenny would install a better engine. Dad planted begonias, and Lenny answered with exotic orchids in bloom. They'd paint their houses bold new colors, then swap insults across the fence as though they were school kids. The final straw had come when Lenny - drunk on pride - called me a fag in front of the entire block.

"Don't you dare say that about my son," Dad had roared from the back yard.

"Whatever, Frank," Lenny sneered over his shoulder.

"My boy's proud of who he is," Dad's fury was so thick I could taste it, "at least my son loves me," he muttered under his breath, then called Lenny a "piece of shit." I pressed my cheek to the curtain, praying he hand's noticed me eavesdropping.

How had it come to this? It started only hours before, when I'd come home from college to visit. I was crossing Lenny's freshly cultivated lawn - still wet from an early morning watering - when a tiny, saucer-shaped ship had materialized overhead and scorched the blossoms into smoking husks. I'd stared in horror as the crafted skidded to a stop in the grass. Lenny charged outside, red-faced and roaring invectives at me: "You worthless faggot!"

I'd bent down to inspect the little alien pod when it began to hum and tremble in my hand. Lenny kept shouting until a thick, pearlescent ooze burst free, lurching towards him like a wild animal. Before I could blink, the slime was clinging to his mouth, snaking between his lips.

"Do not worry, human," a calm, disembodied voice issued from the fluid. "I will take care of him. In return, I ask only for your secrecy."

I nodded. Lenny's struggled grew more frantic as the goo worked its way inward, filling his cheeks and throat. I watched, breathless, as the slime coursed up his neck in rippling waves. His limbs twitched, then buckled. He fell to all fours, head vibrating, making guttural moans that shivered through the front yard. A filament of pinkish slime rolled over his eyes, and then he collapsed.

Moments later, Lenny began to twitch and tremble, his body convulsing as if charged with an electric current. His limbs jerked unpredictably and his eyes fluttered, until, with a sudden jolt, he found himself standing upright on the lawn. The transformation was palpable; his posture was straighter, his gaze steadier, and an unmistakable aura of newfound confidence radiated from him.

"Greetings, human," he said, voice gentle and measured. He flexed long fingers, testing his new anatomy. "I apologize for the dramatic entrance. I am stranded - crash landed, you might say - and require temporary habitation within this vessel."

I stared, still felling the echoes of panic and awe. "So you're inside him now?"

"In him," it confirmed, nodding. Its eyes flicked down, and a curious, amused smile spread across its lips. "This human meant you harm. Perhaps we can improve his personality in the process."

A thrill of wicked excitement sparked inside me. "Honestly, It's be kind of hot if you just stayed in him. An alien inhabiting my sexy neighbor sounds...wild." I shrugged, heart racing.

The creature cocked its head as if contemplating my suggestion. Then it grinned, a slow, knowing curve of the lips - and, with a faint hum, a fresh wave of energy ripple through Lenny's body.

That was when I first met this creature - now It followed me as I led it cautiously toward my bedroom, every step echoing on the hallway wood floors.

Once inside the dimly lit room, the alien sighed and glanced downward. Its cheeks flushed a soft rose when it started understanding what this might mean.

"I can't seem to make it go down," it murmured, voice hushed and oddly vulnerable, as the full weight of its throbbing cock bounced in front of me.

"Even when I shake it, a small wave of satisfaction washes over me, but it never quite reaches the shore of fulfillment. I'm at a loss for what to do next." He began to sway his hips, sending them into a rhythmic motion, swinging back and forth with a loose, easy grace.

"See?" He paused, euphoric grin spreading across his face, as he looked up at me with eyes blazing.

"Look. I can help you with it. Don't worry," I murmured, moving closer with purpose. My fingers wrapped around his length, and he shivered violently, my touch igniting a storm of electric pulses through his body. He clutched my wrist with an intensity that matched his deep, guttural moan.

His confession came as a husky whisper, "I've never felt this way before." His eyes locked onto mine, a primal, insatiable lust burning in their depths, begging for more. Seeing my neighbor like this, Mr. Lenny bare and unabashed, his rugged body at my mercy, sent a wave of heat coursing through me. I pressed him against the wall, his breath hitching from the contact. He pulled me closer, his body molding to mine, his hands mirroring my movements as if dancing to an unheard thirty. His touch was electric, his hand slipping into my pants, fingers wrapping around my aching length. My eyes fluttered closed, a gasp escaping my lips at the jolt of pleasure.

"Fuck, yes," I moaned, my hands exploring the expanse of his chest, tracing the lines of his body. I turned him, his palms flat against the wall, my body pressing against his, my cock nestled against his ass.

"This is new," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "What are you doing with that erection?" I slapped his hand, a sharp sound that echoed through the room. He jumped, not from fright, but from excitement. "I wish you to do more," he rasped, his body arching back towards me. I could see his muscles tense as my fingers traced the curve of his ass. I grabbed his waist, my cock pressing against his entrance, pushing inside him. The pressure was intense, his body yielding to mine until suddenly, I was enveloped in his heat. He moaned, his body trembling, his cock jumping at the invasion. I reached around him, my hand wrapping around his length, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

"Wow, this human interaction is incredible," he groaned, his body writhing under my touch. I could feel his body pulsing around my cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Can you..." I hesitated, my voice trembling with pleasure and uncertainty. "Can you act like him?" I asked, my body shaking with need.

He grunted, a low sound that sent vibrations through his body and down to my cock. You mean treat you like he did before?" he growled.

"Yeah, but like, still beg me to fuck you. I don't know. I'm kind of - " I was interrupted by his wicked grin.

"Fuck me like you mean it, faggot," he rasped, his body tightening around my cock. "You just gonna let me get away with all the shit I've done?" His words sent a way of heat coursing through me, my fingers tightening around his waist and cock, my body aching with need.

He tapped into ap rival region of his brain where Mr. Lenny still lurked. The memories and attitude crashed onto his face like a convincing costume. I started jackhammering so fiercely that I didn't notice his cock was dripping, each thrust flicking pre-cum on the wall like a filthy paintbrush.

"That's it.," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Show me you're a real man. Fuck that ass like you own it." He was grunting like a wild beast, and I couldn't tear myself away. I gripped him so tightly, my fingers dug into his flesh like claws, desperate to leave bruises.

Just as my balls tightened, ready to explode, he flipped the script. He shoved me off, my cock popping out of his ass with a wet sucking sound, making him groan like a starving beast. He pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top, my cock sliding back into his hungry hole, guided by his firm hand. Spreading his cheeks, he engulfed my cock again, and then he was riding me like a man possessed - which he was. He pinned my arms above my head, his breath hot on my ear.

"You're gonna fill this fucking ass," he snarled, his hole tightened around me, making me gasp. Every struggle against his grip only mane his fingers dig deeper into my skin. I was lost in the sensation of his ass grinding against my hips, my cock a mere plaything for his pleasure. His face was a landscape of raw, carnal need, eyes burning into mine. The thought of the alien beneath, puppeteering this man's body, drove me to the edge. His lips crushed mine, and as our tongue battled, I felt my cock erupt, pumping hot cum deep into his ass. Each wave of pleasure was met with his body squeezing me, milking for all I was worth.

"You really know how to use that body," I moaned, as he arched his back, playing with my cock buried deep inside him. He started to rise off me, but my cock was still throbbing, leaking desperately as I watched him. I stopped him abruptly, grabbing his cock while I remained pulsing within him. I tugged and stroked it vigorously as he lifted his arms, inhaling the raw, primal scent of his own body after he'd ridden me so hard. He ground feverishly against my grip, my cock sliding relentlessly in and out of him. My fingers tightened with each wave of pleasure that surged through me, and I watched Mr. Lenny's face twist with the unmistakable signs of impending orgasm. Suddenly, he collapsed onto me, my fingers locked around his cock as his load erupted violently onto my chest and stomach, accompanied by a primal scream.

He lay atop me, panting heavily, both of us marveling at the chaotic mess we'd created. When he finally peeled himself off and collapsed onto my old bed, I heard a distant door creak open. Moments later, footsteps echoed down the hallway. The door burst open, and there stood my dad, eyes wide with horror at the sight of our naked neighbor speared out beside me, my own load dripping from his exposed ass.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered under my breath, trying to maintain my composure. "It's not what you think."

"What the hell?" My dad's face flushed an angry shade of crimson, his eyes narrowing with disbelief.

"I hesitated, a twisted sense of humor almost coaxing a chuckle out of me. The truth was absurd: that there was an alien inside our neighbor and that he wouldn't be a problem anymore. I knew that explanation would sound far-fetched, so I chose to keep that secret locked away.

"All that time you called my son a fag, and you were - what? In the closet?" His voice was thick with accusation.

"Dad, can we at least put some clothes on before you start yelling?" I pleased, felling the awkwardness prickling my skin as I glanced at the two of them. The room was a mess of tangles sheets and scattered clothing, and I had already hastily grabbed a blanket to shield my exposed body. With a frustrated huff, he turned and stormed out of the room, allowing us a moment to privacy to get dressed.

"Well, the was unexpected," the alien remarks, standing up and stretching with a series of fluid, graceful movement that emphasized the sinewy lines of his form.

"I need to think of a way to explain this, but you are going to go back home." I tossed his clothes at him. As he began the process of getting dressed, I playfully pinched his firm backside. "But I loved this," I continued with a mischievous glint in my eyes, slipping into my own clothes. "We should definitely do this some more."

"The next time I experience and erection, I will ensure to seek your assistance," he replied, pulling his shirt over his head, the fabric hugging his sexy dad bod.

"Make sure you knock on my door clothes next time," I chuckled, fastening the last button and drawing him close with a teasing grin. "I like the idea of taking all of this off," I said, giving his shirt a playful tug. He seemed to catch the undercurrent of my excitement, his eyes sparking with renewed enthusiasm.

"I'm an adult now, in college, I can do what I want," I asserted, grabbing a bottle of water, though my dad glared at me from across the counter.

"How could you let him into this house? We had a rule that that piece of shit never set foot in here." His finger jabbed the air with anger.

"Is that what you're upset about? Him being in the house? Not the fact that we were upstairs together?" I challenged, my voice wavering between defiance and uncertainty.

"Well, yes, that too, but you could have had sex at his place. I don't care who you sleep with. I have my opinions about him, but if he makes you happy, then I'm happy." His words seemed genuine, yet his face betrayed a flicker of disgust that Mr. Lenny was the one I chose to sleep with.

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry I brought him inside. Next time I won't do that." I took a drink of water, nodding, unsure if I was relieved or guilty.

"Good, now help me make dinner," my dad said, his voice softer as he turned towards the refrigerator. Although his anger appeared to have subsided, the tension still hung thickly in the air like an invisible fog. I walked over to assist him, a quiet laugh escaping my lips as I marveled at the fact that I had managed to keep the secret the alien goo had entrusted to me.

Besides, I was eager to keep the goo inside Mr. Lenny, using him as my possessed sex puppet. To keep him inside that sexy daddy I would never tell a soul about the alien next door.

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I remember when I met you. You swore you were a 100% bottom. That having a big dick was just irony. The problem was people had labeled you. Told you what you were supposed to be because you’re submissive. I could see all of you the potential. You wanted to serve me, please me. You didn’t realize I was going to make you please me in a way you weren’t expecting. Sex is far more carnal than you think. One sniff of these, and you were suddenly not 100% anything. Mine to mould. You were a mediocre bottom. Now as my sub top you’re a stallion. Isn’t it amazing what a lil musk can do? I knew not to speak to the man, I spoke directly to the animal. Come. Show me what I do to you. Show me how hard I make you. If you’re a good savage and show off enough, I’ll sit on your face before I ride you into oblivion. I went to the gym this morning. My ass smells just as strong. Aht aht! Don’t walk. Crawl to me.

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Human Trap

"Hurry up! He's over there!" I shouted at the lifeguard. The big muscular lifeguard followed right behind me. His broad muscular pecs bounced with each step.

The lifeguard ran to where I guided him. It was a secluded area at the beach, a distant place from the main coast. There was no one there but the three of us.

I stopped at a hot fit man lying on the sand.

"That's my friend! Please do something! Save him!" I urged with a worried tone.

The lifeguard kneeled on the man's side and checked his pulse, "I can't feel anything. Call for an ambulance, I will try my best!" He said as he started doing CPR on the unconscious man.

"You should try mouth to mouth!" I suggested.

And he did, he pressed his lips against the man's mouth, until suddenly he let out a deep shocked grunt, the lifeguard tried to pull back, but the unconscious man woke up and held the lifeguard's head in place. There was something thick, black and slicky traveling from the guy's mouth to his.

I took a glimpse of a snake-like creature sliding from the man to the lifeguard's mouth. The muscular lifeguard's eyes rolled back, going full white. He dropped on top of the man and started to convulse while their mouths were still locked to each other.

It was always hot to watch such a strong lifeguard convulsing on top of another equally hot man as the alien eel traveled from his old shell to a new one.

Their mouths suddenly detached. The muscular lifeguard lay on the sand and I saw the eel's tail disappearing inside his mouth. He convulsed for a while, his muscles flexing involuntarily on the sand. After a few minutes, he finally stood up and struck a double-biceps pose.

"This body feels amazing! He's a lot bigger than the previous one. Thank you for helping me find such a strong shell again, human. Your plan never fails."

We looked down at the empty body of the previous shell still lying on the sand. The fit man's body began to petrify, his skin turning gray and dry. Suddenly a wave crashed against the body, and it broke into dust, the remains being washed away by the waves, leaving only his red shorts and sunglasses behind

Human bodies can't take the alien's biology, so after a few months, the shell would start to become very ill, until the alien eel had to change shells again. Luckily, I was there to help the alien find the perfect shell, and I came up with the perfect plan for that.

There was no better candidate to become a shell than a strong lifeguard. So, we developed a simple yet effective trap. I would run to a lifeguard, frantically telling him that someone was drowning. I’d then lead him to a secluded area where the alien would be waiting, pretending to be unconscious. Inevitably, the lifeguards would attempt mouth-to-mouth resuscitation—and that’s when they were taken over.

The last shell was a lifeguard. So was the one before him. And the one before that...

I was very satisfied with the lifeguard I picked this time. When I first saw him at the beach flirting with a few girls as he proudly showed off his muscles, I immediately fell in love with him. His arms were so huge, so powerful. Now the alien was flexing them for me.

I stroked his thick tattooed biceps and squeezed—or at least tried, his biceps were hard as diamond. Then I slowly ran my hands on his hard muscular pecs.

I stroked his thick pecs for a while, then I let my lips wrap around those nipples and sucked hard on them. I took my time flickering them with my tongue, bitting on them hard, the alien didn't care.

My hands reached for the waistband of his red shorts and I pulled them down freeing his cock. He was thick and veiny, 7 Inches of pure manhood. I wrapped my hand around his member and slowly stroked it.

"I want you to fuck me with your new shell." I asked the alien.

The lifeguard grinned, his eyes empty and dead behind those sunglasses, "You've earned it."

I lay down on the sand as I lifted my legs in the air and looked up at him, presenting my ass to him. He knelt between my legs and ran his strong hands up my thighs, gripping them firmly. Then, slowly, he pushed his thick cock inside me.

It hurt so freaking good! I loved being filled with a new shell.

He leaned over me, his arms planted on either side of my head, and began thrusting. His rhythm was powerful and steady, each stroke driving me deeper into the sand. His chest hovered inches above mine, and I couldn’t help but reach up to touch him, feel those rock-hard pecs flex and contract with every movement.

He kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth with the same force as his cock invaded my body. I moaned into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his broad back, feeling his sweaty muscles. The cold of his body mixed with the hot of the sand—it was primal, erotic, and perfect.

"Fucking you is my favorite part, it feels so good," he whispered in my ear, driving deeper inside me.

He rammed harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with the crashing waves and my own desperate moans. I could feel the pressure building inside him, his breath hitching as he slammed into me with relentless force. Then, with a deep, guttural growl, he came, spilling inside me with such intensity that I saw stars.

He stayed there for a moment, panting over me, sweat dripping from his brow onto my chest. Then he slowly pulled out, his cock glistening. He looked down at me with a smirk, brushing a hand over my cheek.

"I’ll see you next week," he said.

I sat up, still catching my breath. "You know where to find me."

He stood and began walking naked toward the sea. His broad back and muscular ass flexed with every step. As he reached the water, he turned one last time and gave me a wink. Then, without hesitation, he dove into the sea.

The waves swallowed him, and he disappeared beneath the surface.

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Every week, I returned to the same spot at the same hour, right as the sun began to set and the beach emptied. And every week, the waves would part and he would emerge—muscular, dripping, and hard for me.

I would already be waiting for him, lying naked on the sand as I presented my ass to him like an offering.

He never spoke much. He didn’t need to. He just fucked me on the beach, over and over again. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. But always grateful. It was his way of thanking me, of bonding with me.

And I... I lived for those moments. For the feel of that powerful muscular body over mine. For the deep thrusts of an alien creature housed in a perfect human shell.

For the promise that no matter how many shells he went through, he would always come back to me.

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Carlos Maranhão (@carlosmaranhaoo) & Lucas Dias (lucasdiasxxx)

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Gym Gem

The front door slammed shut. Boots hit the floor hard. Then a thud—something solid dropping onto the couch. Heavy breathing. Low, predatory.

"Baby," a voice rumbled, deeper, rougher than usual. "Get the fuck over here."

His boyfriend looked up from his phone, brow furrowing. "Who the—?" His eyes went wide. "Oh shit."

The man in front of him was not the cute guy from the neighborhood that was possessed by his alien boyfriend he was used to seeing. This was someone new. Someone massive.

Thick, broad shoulders filling out a sweat covered body. A powerful chest rising and falling like he’d just run miles. Veined forearms. Big, heavy hands. A face framed by a trim salt-and-pepper beard, green eyes flickering with something not human.

His boyfriend swallowed hard. "Who the fuck—?"

"Me," the alien cut in, a grin stretching across his new face. "Like the upgrade?"

There was a pause. Then: "Where the fuck did you get that?"

The alien laughed, voice low and dirty, running a hand down his own chest, like he was still getting used to the sheer size of himself. "Elevator," he said, casual as sin. "Was on my way to the gym, and fuck, this guy—" He gave a mocking groan, eyes rolling back. "Sweat, musk, veins poppin’ like they were begging to be squeezed—man was built to be taken."

His boyfriend let out a slow exhale. "You possessed a daddy in a gym elevator?"

The alien grinned wider, teeth flashing. "Not just possessed." He rolled his shoulders, cracked his thick, knotted neck, then—fast—he lunged, planting a knee on the couch, hands gripping the backrest hard. "I took him, babe."

His boyfriend’s breath caught. "Shit." He was hypnotized. Mouth slightly open, hands roaming over solid, flexing muscle, his fingers squeezing and tracing every cut and ridge like he was trying to memorize it.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered again, eyes locked on the throbbing weight in his hand. "I can’t— Who even is this guy?"

The alien smirked, rolling his thick shoulders, watching the way his pecs tensed under his own skin. He flexed an arm—thick, vascular, the kind of strength built over years—then spread his lats slightly, watching his boyfriend drink it in.

"Name’s Daniel," he rumbled, flexing again, turning his hips just enough to make his cock sway in his boyfriend’s grip. "Thirty-eight. Divorced. Two kids. Fuckin’ straight as a steel beam—until I got in his head." He ran a rough palm down his abs, then gripped his own length, stroking once, slow and heavy. "Used to be a cop. Now he trains ‘em. Big guy, big hands, big fuckin’ mouth when he’s barking orders."

His boyfriend’s grip tightened, knuckles going white. "Holy shit."

"Right there in the elevator. Big fucker—strong as hell—tried to fight it." The alien dragged a palm down his new chest tracing the solid ridges of his abs. "His hands? Fucking huge. Clamped onto my shoulders like he was about to throw me off." He chuckled darkly. "Didn’t matter. I was already inside."

His boyfriend swallowed. "What happened?"

The alien leaned in, voice dropping to a growl. "I entered him with a kiss." A sharp inhale. "Hard."

His boyfriend shifted, thighs clenching. "Fuck."

"Man grunted—real deep—tried to rip me offa him, but I had his spine wrapped around my fingers, had his brain drowning in me. I made him feel it. That heat. That pull. That need—fuck, I felt his cock twitch in his shorts." He smirked.

"Jesus."

"Mm. And when I finally let go?" He licked his lips, slow. "Man stumbled out of the elevator like he’d been fucked already. Shaking. Breathless. He tried to burn me out with a workout, but I was there—curling in his muscles, whispering in his nerves, making every rep feel like my hands were still on him. By the time we hit the locker room? Motherfucker couldn’t take it."

His boyfriend’s voice was tight. "He had to jerk off."

The alien’s grin turned feral. "Hard. In a stall, fist tight around his dick, muttering ‘what the fuck’ while he pumped himself dry." He exhaled slow. "And now? Now he’s gone. And this—" He ran his hands over his new thighs, squeezing. "—this body’s mine." The alien smirked. "Oh yeah, babe. You’re about to get fucked by a whole-ass cop daddy."

His boyfriend licked his lips, gaze hungry. "Show me."

The alien laughed, low and thick. "Oh, babe," he rumbled, reaching out, gripping his boyfriend’s wrist, dragging him forward until they were nose to nose. "You’re about to feel exactly what this big-dicked motherfucker can do."