ilovepossessions

[ilovepossessions]

JockJack

It was a sunny afternoon at the high school basketball court, where you could hear the sound of sneakers squeaking and the rhythmic thump of the ball hitting the ground. Sweat covered the skin of every player, but none of them shined quite like Jace. He was a lean, sculpted stud — the kind of jock who made heads turn whether he was stretching his arms above his head, or lifting his shirt to clean the sweat from his face.

Jace rocked a black jersey, a white sweatband keeping his hair out of his eyes, and the kind of muscular arms that made people forget what game they were watching. Each jump, each step, his body flexed effortlessly — and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Watching behind the fence was a chubby nerd. He wore thick glasses and a stretched-out shirt. He wasn’t there for the game. He was there for Jace. Always Jace.

The nerd had watched the jocks play almost every afternoon. The team always ignored him, except for Jace, who sometimes caught him staring.

The guy wasn’t even pretending to hide it — just standing there, staring. Mouth slightly open. Eyes fixed on Jace like he was in love with him.

Jace gave a confused, half-annoyed glance. What was this guy’s deal? But he wasn’t gonna let some creep ruin his training. He went back to driving hard into the lane, dunking, trash-talking with his friends.

Jace glanced back over the fence, but the watcher had disappeared. Weird. He thought.

Then it suddenly hit him. He felt a powerful electric discharge in his head. Mid-dribble, Jace froze. The ball bounced off his hand. His arms went slack. His eyes rolled up, whites showing, and his head tilted back abruptly. For a second, the court noise melted away into silence, his friends looked confused at him.

His body shivered once. Then his eyes dropped back down. He blinked and looked around with a calm expression.

“Dude, are you ok? Thought you were having a seizure” One of his friends asked.

“I’m fine. I gotta hit the bathroom,” he mumbled, almost to himself, then jogged off the court.

Inside the school's small concrete bathroom, Jace leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavily. His head was burning hot.

His hand slowly lifted his jersey, exposing his chiseled, sweat-slick abs. He bit his lip as he looked down at his body with desire. Jace would only look this thirsty when seeing a hot woman, not while looking at his own body.

"I can't believe it, seeing your abs from a first person angle is just so fucking better than seeing from a distance!" Jace said with a wide smile. His other hand tugged the waistband of his shorts forward and peered inside.

"Not so bad Jace boy." His hand slid in, pressing his fingers against his musky balls, now sticky with sweat. He brought his hand back out, sniffing his fingertips, inhaling deeply.

“Mmm… you smell better than I imagined,” he whispered with a smirk. Putting a thumb inside his mouth and sucking his balls' sweat.

He then turned and walked over to one of the stalls. The door creaked open with a shove.

There, slumped on the toilet, was the chubby nerdy stalker— passed out cold. A strange technological headband was around his head with tiny buttons and a green light glowing faintly on one of the buttons. His face was slack and his eyes were completely white.

Jace grinned, stepping inside the stall. “Fuck...” he said, eyeing the guy’s body from head to toe. “Seeing myself in third person really makes me look even more disgusting. No wonder you felt creeped out by me watching you playing. I would too if I ever had a body this perfect... oh wait, I do now." Jace said to himself, lifting his muscular arms and flexing, pressing his nose into the thick sweat pooling under his hairy pits. He groaned, long and deep, then flicked his tongue out and licked his own armpit, savoring the taste.

“Fuck… this body’s ripe… all that running, that heat…” he muttered, licking again, slower, eyes fluttering half shut. “You're so fucking perfect, Jace. I will enjoy every inch of you, and you can't do shit about it, because you're just my meat puppet now.”

Jace pulled his cock out of his shorts, already hard and twitching, and began stroking his 7 Inches cock slowly, still licking and sucking his pits between moans.

“Can’t believe how good your body feels… You’re a fucking goldmine of pheromones,” he hissed, one hand working his shaft while the other explored his muscled chest and abs.

Suddenly, he paused.

His gaze shifted down to his real body — the one slumped on the toilet with the device in his head. His pants were tented, a noticeable bulge growing in the fabric.

Jace chuckled, “That's interesting, it looks like my body still reacts physically to arousal… Well, it makes sense since I'm still inside my real body.”

The nerd wasn't actually inside Jace's body, he was only controlling him like a meat avatar.

Before practice that day, the nerd had arrived early, sneaking into the locker room while it was empty. He found Jace’s locker and replaced his white headband with an identical replica that was actually a technological device in disguise. The device would connect wirelessly to the possession headband he had built for himself. So the nerd was controlling Jace from his own body, he was just receiving the signal from Jace's headband to the headband in his head, allowing him to see and feel everything Jace was feeling.

Then, a smirk curled across Jace’s face. The nerd always fantasized about getting a blowjob from the popular jock, now this was his chance... only this time he would experience it from the jock's perspective.

Jace knelt between the legs of his possessor’s unconscious body and slowly unzipped the small tented pants. He reached inside, fishing out the soft but engorged cock of the overweight young man. It was small, dwarfed by Jace’s muscular hands, but already twitching with need.

“Pathetic little thing,” he chuckled darkly, brushing his thumb along the shaft. “You've been dreaming about getting sucked by a stud like me, weren't you?" Jace teased.

Jace lowered his head towards the exposed cock. Then his lips closed over it — Jace, the jock, now sucking his creepy stalker's cock—The nerd used Jace's tongue to work around the head of his cock as he made Jace take it deeper.

The nerd groaned with pleasure. He could feel everything, both his cock being sucked and the cock in Jace's mouth— the taste of sweat and precum on Jace’s tongue, the overwhelming stimulation coursing through his real semi-unconscious body. It was a complete loop of sensation.

Jace moaned around the shaft, taking it all the way to the root. He bobbed his head faster, saliva dripping down, hands gripping his real body’s fat thighs. The feeling of having his small cock inside Jace’s perfect straight throat and, at the same time controlling his tongue movements, using it to pleasure himself, was pushing him closer to orgasm.

Jace moaned shamelessly, slurping and sucking, He pulled the small cock with a POP sound, “You like this, don’t you, nerd boy?” he mumbled between licks, “My straight jock's lips wrapped around your fat loser’s cock." Jace’s hands went to his nipples as he continued the blowjob, tasting every inch, feeling the dual pleasure skyrocket. His fingers pinched his nipples hard, twisting them as he buried his handsome face in the overweight nerd's hairy crotch.

His real body’s cock pulsed, leaking. And Jace, with a wicked grin, sucked harder. The nerd could feel it — both bodies reaching their edge at the same time.

“Fuck—here it comes,” The nerd thought, still playing with Jace's nipples when it hit. Jace’s body tensed and erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering onto the bathroom floor. At the exact same moment, the nerd's real body spasmed, the small cock twitching and shooting a sticky load directly into Jace’s hungry mouth.

He moaned through the orgasm, feeling the climax from both bodies hit his mind like a tidal wave. His throat swallowed instinctively as he licked the last drops from his lips like a slut.

He stood, wiping his mouth and breathing heavily, glancing down at his fat spent body.

"Thank you for letting me suck your superior cock and taste your delicious cum, Master," Jace said and then started laughing. "I really can make you say anything I want."

Jace's hand reached up and pressed the side of his headband. His eyes suddenly rolled back and his arms felt limply to his sides. The green light from the helmet turned red and the nerd's eyes opened — he stood up slowly, pants still unzipped, a grin on his face.

He walked towards Jace who was standing with his eyes white and mouth agape.

The nerd lifted both of Jace's arms and started worshiping his armpits. It was mostly clean by now, only wet by Jace's saliva from his previous self-worship. But that was not the same as tasting it with his real mouth.

“From now on, you will never take your headband off. You will protect it with your life. The headband is now fused to your brain, if it ever comes out, you will stop working.”

“Command received.”

He then gave Jace's shaft a few strokes before putting it back inside his shorts, licking his cum covered fingers clean. He then tapped the back of Jace's headband, and Jace's eyes went back to normal, but only the nerd could detect the lifelessness behind them.

“Autopilot mode activated.” Jace spoke like a robot.

“Great. Go back to your practice, find me later after school, I want to take your body for another ride later. So you better make yourself extra sweaty.”

“Command received.”

[ilovepossessions]

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.”

[ilovepossessions]

FRIEND ABSORPTION

Brett and Alex were inseparable friends, they met 2 years ago but it felt like forever ago.

Alex was an extroverted guy, he had a good physique, he liked to go out to parties and get drunk, sometimes he had conflicts with other people but in spite of everything he was a good guy, he was very intelligent in his class and he was always willing to help his friend.

Brett on the other hand was a calmer guy, besides being intelligent he was also outgoing but he was not a fan of parties, but he loved to be in shape and go to the gym, his dedication was his main characteristic to highlight, because thanks to it he got the body he always wanted, in spite of everything Alex and Brett were a great duo where both complemented each other.

But one day Alex arrived with some life-changing news....

~ “Hey Brett, did you hear that there is going to be a bodybuilder contest this week, they will have a nice reward for the winner.”

Brett on hearing this was quite excited as the money would come in quite handy for both of them.

- “That sounds fantastic, it would be a dream to win but I don't even think I can enter, my body is not up to these competitions yet” he replied.

Alex seeing him so discouraged tried to motivate him, but to no avail.

- “maybe if I find a way to gain more muscle mass before the competition, but we know it's impossible in such a short time” Brett said and headed to his room, while Alex decided to go out and get drunk to sober up a bit.

Hours later Brett was anxious because he wanted to be able to enter the competition, he started to research on the Internet some way to have the muscles he thought he needed.

It was then that he found a very hidden page, which apparently had the answer to his problem...

--"Welcome, if you found this page it is because you are looking for the perfect body and here we have the solution you were looking for, all you have to do is fix your gaze on the monitor for a moment **the screen proceeds to turn a greenish hue**”

Brett a little confused and hesitant proceeded to do so, he fixed his gaze for a minute but nothing was happening.

~ “this shit is a scam” he exclaimed, but then Brett went into a trance while watching the screen, then a greenish mist started to come out of his pc, going straight to his face, a large greenish cloud had formed and it proceeded to come in through his mouth, nose and ears, the large cloud was slowly disappearing.

Entering his system until it filled it without a trace, the last of the fog entered through his mouth, and it was then that his eyes turned the green that was shown on the monitor but now the screen no longer had any color.

Brett stopped and became conscious again not knowing what had happened, “Wow, I don't know what just happened, but I feel so good and so motivated that I think I can enter the contest, I can't wait for Alex to come back to tell him!”.

And apparently luck was on Brett's side as Alex had just walked through the door in a drunken stupor.

- “Alex you're back! “ exclaimed Brett.

~ “hehe yeah, I needed to sober up a bit.”

Brett was walking straight to Alex to tell him what had happened, but suddenly Brett stood still going into a trance and his eyes turned the shade of green, Alex hadn't even noticed because of the state he was in.

~ “ It's too hot don't you think? I think we should take off our clothes “ Brett said but this really wasn't him, it looked like someone else had taken control of his body.

- “That sounds good, so you can show me some of those poses you know how to do to show off those muscles.”

They both proceeded to take off their clothes, until they were completely naked, face to face so close that even their penises were touching.

~ “you like the feel of this.”

- “ too much I would say haha”

Brett proceeded to show him some poses what he had learned, apparently what or whoever was controlling him had all the memories and information of the real Brett at his disposal.

After doing a few poses, Brett got much closer to Alex, it was then that he proceeded to kiss him, Alex put no resistance and let the moment happen, their tongues were touching each other in a long and sensual kiss, it was then that Brett's body started to move in a strange way as if it was made of jelly, of course Alex from how horny he was didn't even notice it was happening.

~ “ would you let me fuck that perfect ass of yours?”

Alex didn't even know how to say no, apparently he had been waiting for this moment since he met Brett, for him to fuck him and he could feel the two of them as one, too bad he didn't know the latter would be literal.

Alex turned around, they were both standing, it was then that Brett began to penetrate him, little by little they were both feeling that pleasure.

With all of him inside Alex, Brett started to fuck him so hard, he was feeling like he was close to cumming, it was then that his eyes turned a much stronger green.

~ “here comes the bear hug ” Brett started to squeeze Alex so hard that Alex started to worry.

- “ Hey Brett I think this is too tight hehe”.

But everything started to get wilder, it was then that Brett's body started to shake like it did before, but this time in a more slimy way, Brett's legs were so slimy that he was slowly absorbing Alex's legs just like a slime, soon both of their legs were already one, Alex meanwhile didn't know what was going on.

After absorbing his legs and thighs he proceeded to go for his ass, it was then where Alex felt it was getting buried inside Brett, feeling how his all around was being filled with that goo.

- “ BRETT STOP DOING THAT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING”.

He felt how their penis was now one. Slowly it also absorbed his torso and arms as all Alex could do was fight an already lost battle.

With most of his body absorbed, only Alex's head was left and it was in the middle of Brett's pecs as the two had quite a difference in height.

- “ BRETT STOP IT PLEASE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING BUT STOP IT, I JUST WANTED SOME FUN.”

~ “ Sorry kid, Brett is no longer in control of this body, he made a deal with me and now I must help him win this competition, don't be afraid when you are completely absorbed, the real Brett is in here, come hang out with him together hehe.”

Alex was in shock and just as he was about to say something, the goo from Brett's body began to enter his mouth, nose and ears, turning his eyes a greenish hue as well.

Brett flexed his pecs causing what was left of Alex's face to be crushed with his goo and absorbed completely, the absorption had been a success.

Brett proceeded to head in front of a mirror, flexing his pecs to incorporate Alex and the original Brett to each of his pecs.

~ “ Don't worry boys, you're safe in here and I'll make you win that contest, too bad you'll now have to spend eternity in there hehehehe.”

Now the boys were inside the new Brett's body, wrapped in a kind of greenish goo, where every orifice of them was filled with slimy goo, in a trance just feeling pleasure, they were both going to win that competition, but not in the way they thought.

Meanwhile the new Brett was on his way to register for the competition, with a new more muscular body he already had a clear goal, “stupid Brett, you should have been more careful what you wish for *flexes pecs*”.

[ilovepossessions]

Rocking a punk

I had tried to run into Martin Jenkins for some time, an old classmate of mine, who didn’t care the slightest for me, and it was mutual. But that feeling had changed, since I discovered how he had matured. He was still a punk, don’t get me wrong, he had a temper and could easily get into a fight, but he had potential now… Potential that I could bring forth, with a little help from my father’s pharmaceutical company.

“Hi Jenkins,” I said as I walked up to him, it had taken me quite some time to build up the courage to approach him, there was something intimidating yet imposing about him, especially with the black leather biker jacket, a cigarette between his lips and the fact I was like a twig in comparison. He looked at me like a complete stranger, then he realised, who I was… I think… He didn’t actually say my name, maybe he had almost completely forgotten me.

“Oh, hi” Martin replied still looking at me with disinterest. There wasn’t really any reason to reminiscence the ‘good old days’, so I just cut straight to the chase. “I heard you’ve been looking for a job,” I said, he raised an eyebrow in return: “Where did you hear that? Does everybody know, I’m out of a job?” he grumbled. “Yes, I heard it from one of the others,” I said, hoping he didn’t see through the lie, it was clear, that he was distrustful of me. “The pharmaceutical company my father is working for is hiring, and they are looking for people.”

Martin was quiet for a bit, then he asked: “What sort?” I knew that I now got him on the hook. “Well, there’s some jobs in their growing storage facility, and they also are looking for couriers, who can bring samples, equipments and tests around town.” I knew he liked driving around on his moped, so this was my best bet. “And how are the work conditions? Am I expected to treat every assignment as life-or-death, that requires me to bring stuff from one end of town to the other in 10 minutes or less?” I was actually a bit surprised by his response, it sounded like he had been having some rough jobs in the past. “No, not really,” I said, trying to not scare him away. “The pay is very decent, and the work conditions are fine, haven’t really heard any complaints.” “Alright, I’ve just been working as errand boy for so many companies, who tried to screw me over,” Martin muttered.

“Please, come to the company on Thursday,” I said, almost pleadingly “and talk to my father, I’m sure, he can offer you something good.” I handed Martin one of my father’s business cards, beginning to fear I had messed this up. “11 o’clock, Thursday,” I said, before turning to leave, feeling very awkward. I really needed to get away from Martin for now, I also couldn’t stand the smell of smoke. I needed to make sure he quit that.

Martin showed up the following Thursday… surprisingly in a suit and tie, which I did not expect. It didn’t seem like something he was used to wearing, but he looked pretty sharp nonetheless.

He entered the room and shook my father’s hand. My father looked at me, and asked” Are you absolutely sure about this?” Martin looked a bit confused, as I answered: “Absolutely,” and nodded.

”Very well,” my father replied and then turned his full attention to Martin, “so Martin… Before we begin, may I offer you something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

”Coffee,” Martin said, “just regular.” My father poured coffee into a mug – a mug, that had been specially prepared for Martin, now I just needed to be sure, he drank it. Once Martin had taken the mug, my father began the ’interview’ like it was just a regular interview. He asked Martin about his previous experience, and we found out that Martin had done surprisingly many jobs, just not for very long as his employers usually had tried to screw him over, and he’d decided to quit rather than accept their terrible working conditions, although he needed the money. He had done manual labour and worked as a courier using his moped.

The conversation went on, while I waited for the effect to kick in, and after ten minutes that felt like hours Martin began to ’doze off’ having drunk roughly half of the mug’s content.

When Martin became entirely unresponsive, it was time to act.

While my father locked the door, I began to undress Martin, or what was left of him. ”So you are really going through with this?” my father asked almost disappointined, as he began to help me undress the collapsed Martin.” Yes, and thank you for making it happening” I replied unable to conceal my excitement. ”But couldn’t you have found someone better? He’s a bit of a punk, isn’t he?” my father continued as he folded Martin’s white shirt neatly and placed it on his desk with the rest of Martin’s clothes. ”He’s perfect,” I replied,” and besides… I can make some changes if necessary.”

Martin’s skin was all that remained of him, like a deflated, human-shaped balloon, his eye sockets empty and his mouth gaping and stretched far beyond its normal capability. It was ready.

I discarded my own clothes hastily, and my father helped me slither into the bodysuit.

It was surprisingly easy to get inside, and made me feel even smaller and skinnier, than I normally did. Not that it would matter for much longer, soon I wouldn’t have to think about that ever again.

Martin certainly was no athlete, but he was fit and strong, maybe due to the manual labour and fistfights he had a habit of getting into.

I could wiggle my toes, and they responded flawlessly. Soon his legs, abdomen, torso and arms were also under my complete control. The skin might need a little moisturiser, but other than that, I was elated with my new skin. I had even gained some extra height, and the body felt naturally, if still a little loose. I looked one last time at my father with my old face, and smiled at him, he just stared at me in disbelief, but it seemed like he had accepted the change. I grabbed Martin’s windswept hair, that still dangled on my back as his hollow head hung around my shoulders. I pulled it and his face up and over my head like a hood. With a final snap, everything fell into place. I massaged the face, just to make sure it was aligned properly. I then felt a tightening across my entire body. I don’t if I was growing inside the skin, or the skin was shrinking to fit me, or something in between or entirely fourth.

But at the end of it, it was a perfect fit. I stretched my new body, flexed my new muscles, and ran my hands over my new skin. I looked at my father again with a devilish grin: “Now this feels so amazing!” “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he replied and began to hand Martin’s clothes to me, “and I expect you’ll put it to good use.” “Definitely,” I said with Martin’s voice, as I slipped his pants on, slightly disappointed he didn’t come in the leather jacket and jeans that he wore last I saw him, but that was only a question of time. Having tidied myself up, I looked just like Martin as he had entered the room barely an hour ago.

“See you at dinner,” I chuckled. “Very well,” my father said still with clear disbelief in his voice, “but do something about that hair,” he continued, as I reached for the door handle. “Yeah, sure,” I replied and headed out the door.

I headed straight back to Martin’s cheap apartment, it was a poor sight for sure, and I certainly was not going to stay here. I rummaged through Martin’s stuff and managed to find the exact outfit he had been wearing, when last I saw him. I ditched the suit and tie, then pulled on the black t-shirt, the scent of his sweat still clinging to it. A smell I now recognised as my own, I pulled it on very satisfied. Next were his jeans, I loved the way they fit, and the fact that they were several sizes bigger than my old pants only made it more satisfying. I grabbed my crotch hard, barely able to contain myself. Finally I plunged my new, bigger arms into the sleeves of MY leather jacket, claiming it as my own and establishing my new ‘’bad-boy’ persona. I took a look at my reflection and laughed, I couldn’t help it. I was so pumped, that I barely knew what to do with myself, this body needed to be put to the test. I slipped into Martin's/my leather boots with a newfound confidence, with his clothes and body under my control.

Let’s see what I can do with this before dinner.

Epilogue: As for my hair, my father and I found a compromise. I’m still going to keep the bad-boy persona, and even with my preference for leather and tight jeans, I can still pull off the look of the handsome young man who’s got a great future ahead of him… if/when I want to.

[ilovepossessions]

Heard on the street

”…So did he put up a fight?” the guy in blue asked his friend, placing his hand firmly on his companion’s leatherclad shoulder. The guy in the leather jacket chuckled:. ”Of course he did, but he underestimated me,” he said as he slid his hand into the tight leather gloved and clenched his fist; ”he’s a really tough guy, I think I’m gonna stay in this body for a while.” ”Yeah, I totally get that, he looks really good on you, and I really like the jacket.”

”Thanks,” he replied, adjusting his new jacket a bit.

The guy in the leather jacket then asked his compinion: ”How about you? Have you found anything yet?”

”Nah,” the guy in blue replied, ”just been browsing.”

Only a few moments later, the guy in leather elbowed his friend and nodded: ”How about that guy?” he asked his companion.

”Yeah,” he replied tongue-in-cheek, now it was his turn to laugh, ”he could pass for your son,” he added, as he looked eagerly at the young long-haired man in the biker jacket. ”Heh, I like the sound of that… Then go ahead, I’ll stick around and wait for you. Just make sure you possess him probably, son,” his companion smirked at the last word.

”Yeah, I’ll see you real soon, dad,” the guy in blue said as he moved forward through the crowd.

[ilovepossessions]

I was in the market for a body and thankfully @malevessel introduced me to this stud of a twunk. I stood behind him and breathed in his musk before forcing my way into him from behind.

I took a selfie in the mirror admiring this body’s muscles. The leather and latex gym clothes were a sexy touch.

I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could to go jack off. I thought about all the twinks I could pin down and fuck.

For some reason though the closer I got to climax, the more I thought about twinks and bigger hunks using me and reminding me how my muscles ain’t shit.

I quickly finished all over the bathroom wall and after leaving the bathroom I scoped the gym for anyone who needs a submissive mouth and hole to use.

HMU if you wanna get in line. 😉

[ilovepossessions]

Back for the Good Son (Landers)

By Landers

Ben was such a good boy before his dad possessed his body. Ben used to go to school with a big smile on his face, sit in the front with a pen in hand, and get straight A’s. He had a girlfriend, and a few good friends who spent their weekends in the library. Nobody really blinked when his brother started acting more sexual and rebellious, but Ben to become a bad boy overnight? That raised some red flags.

It used to be the Ben, his older brother Tobias (aka Toby), their parents. But it was around the time Toby turned twenty-one that he and their dad disappeared. Their mom didn’t understand why, but Ben knew. Hiding in the closet, Ben watched his dad possessing his older brother, taking full control of his body. Ben didn’t know how it was possible, but he knew his father made Toby leave. So, it was shocking when Ben walked into his room to see his father again, lying almost naked on the bed.

“Shhh.” Rob says. Ben was too shocked to scream. His mind was flooded with the memory. Ben just stood there, looking at the fat old man he used to call dad. Rob smiled.

“You look good.” he said, licking his lips as he took a step forward. “I’ve missed you, and so has Toby.” Rob said staring at Ben’s penis. Ben knew his body was betraying him. The mention of his brother’s name, the warmth his brother showed him, and the feelings he tried to repress bubbled up. But the fear and dread he was feeling was unmistakably present as well.

“Oh, don’t worry son.” Rob said, putting his fat hand on Ben’s shoulder. “When I’m in you, you’ll be fine. I’ll even take you to see your brother. Isn’t that what you want? To be back with him? I know how you felt about him, and it’s okay. I don’t judge you. You’re my son. I want you to be happy.” he said in a mocking tone. Then, Rob turned into his spectral form. Ben backed up, almost stumbling - trying to get away, but the specter glided behind him in the blink of an eye.

Rob’s spectral dick slid through Ben’s pants and into his ass. Despite being intangible, Ben could feel the penis inside him, almost like it was plugging into him, locking the spirit to his body. Ben’s back arched as the pleasure and pain filled him, and as his father’s influence took over. Rob slid his legs into Ben’s, almost like he was getting into a suit, place his arms and hands on top of his son’s like he was controlling his son’s body like a puppet. Rob’s torso rubbed against Ben’s back before going in. Despite Ben’s twink body and his father’s massive frame, there wasn’t much of a struggle getting in.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.” Rob whispered into Ben’s ear. Ben, his head still tilted back, repeated the sentence in a monotone. “I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.” Rob kissed his son’s neck sensually, sending shivers down their spine, before moving his head behind Ben’s. His son’s hair was neat and tidy; he had it cut for his birthday. Rob moved his head forward, and after passing into Ben’s head, he was in complete control of his son’s body, making sure to be just far enough in to have complete control, but out just enough so that Ben was watching the entire show as a passenger in his own body. The sensation of being inside his youngest son’s young virile body felt amazing. Ben also felt the euphoria, even as he tried, and failed, to fight against it.

Ben’s eyes blinked a couple times, now with his father in complete control. He looked down at his hands. They were pretty big, with long fingers, yet they had a childlike quality to them. Ben never really had to work hard, so they were smooth and supple. He clenched his hands into a fist before relaxing them.

After walking over to a nearby mirror, Ben looked surprised at first to see his reflection, but that quickly passed. He walked up to the mirror to examine his body, dressed in a nice, expensive sweater, a white collared shirt, some jeans and polished black leather shoes, it almost looked like the boy, now a young man, was going to church. He had a little stubble on his face, but nothing really worth shaving off. His hands moved to feel his arms, which were toned like Toby’s, with solid muscle in them. He removed his shirt to reveal a six pack that could cut glass. A gitty smile appeared on Ben’s face as he looked up.

“My boy!” he cried out, smiling, dropping the shirt and clapping. “You’ve really taken good care of yourself. Thank you! This is the best birthday present ever!” he said, with a slight laugh to his words. Ben’s dick grew hard as he spoke. He bit his lip. “You’re gonna have to wait, stud. Your big brother will take care of that for you.” He winked at his reflection.

Ben changed out of his church cloths and into the outfit his father brought for him: a  t-shirt, a black leather jacket, a speedo in place of underwear, and some cool shades. He kept the jeans he originally had on but changed out the shoes for some cool red and black sneakers he kept in his closet. Ben went to look at himself in the mirror again.

“Now we’re talking.” he said with a smile as he put on the shades. “My boy’s a man now, all grown up,” Ben said to his reflection. “You know, I think we’ll have a lot more fun together now that you’re a man. I bet, deep down, you like that I’m inside your body. I bet you like that I take control, plug into your tight ass and wear you like a suit. You’re just like your brother, aren’t you?” He said, still addressing his reflection. Ben shifted his stance. “I’m Ben, and I love it when my dad fucks me with his spectral dick, possesses me, and takes control of me. He owns me, and I love it.” Ben’s dick got hard as he spoke. “Fuck yea, that’s hot! I can’t wait to see what dad makes me do. Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll get Toby to fuck my tight virgin ass.”

Just then, his girlfriend texted.

“Get bent skank.” he responded with a smug grin on his face before blocking her. Ben reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. After lighting the cigarette, he took a deep inhale. “Ah, yeah.” he said, exhaling the smoke and enjoying the taste of the vanilla and tobacco on his tongue. 

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A few weeks later. In another town, Ben was whistling a playful tone, dressed in a gray tank top to show off his beefy arms. 

“Hey, Brad! My man!” He welcomed as a blonde jock arrived.

“You jerk!” He shouted as he lifted Ben by the shirt. “You think you could mess with my sister and get away with it?!”

“The girl sucks at blowjobs.” Ben snarked.

“I will-”

Before Brad could finish, Tobias arrived behind him and chloroformed him. As he woke up, he was now bounded to a chair in what seemed to be a basement. With him, Ben was there, smirking and listening to some metal music and wearing a tank of the band.

“I’m coming back, I will return. And I’ll possess your body and I’ll make you burn. I have the fire, I have the force.” He sang along. “My boy used to hate this kind of music, but now that daddy is in control, he loves it.”

“You freak! I’m going to call the police and-”

“Shh.” Ben hushed Brad. “Watch.” He pointed to himself.

All of a sudden, Ben groaned as his voice progressively dissociated into his and a deeper one. Then, a forest of hair and fat emerged from Ben’s shaved and sculpted body. Brad watched in shock as Rob left his son.

“Toby, come take care of your little brother.” Rob urged.

While Ben was still struggling to stand up, his big brother grabbed and roped him.

“What the hell is happening here ?!” Brad questionned.

“You’ll soon see.” Rob spoke with a devious tone, that Ben had a few minutes earlier. 

Rob rubbed his son’s strong thigh as he travelled to his junk and took a good grab of it, before taking his phone and searching something.

“Hot stuff.” Rob mocked as he showed a picture of Brad.

“Can’t wait to add you to the family.” Rob announced.

Brad quivered in his chair, knowing what would happen. He screamed for help and tried to use his jock arms to free himself from the bounds, to no avail. To his disgust, he felt Rob’s unclean feet stepping against his, slowly merging with his. Then, the bear’s legs rubbed against his stallion calves, he felt each sweaty hair gripping on his healthy flesh and pulling the dirty man inside. Rob laughed with his baritone voice as he pushed his fat belly against Brad’s abs, squeezing through each perfect ripple of his eight-pack. Brad screamed as he could feeling not feel his abs anymore, sensing fat instead. As they got closer, Rob hugged the jock and forced his greasy and fuzzy chest on Brad’s buff pectorals. Brad gulped, feeling the sweaty oiling his skin, making the access of his body easier to the fat man. Grunting, Brad tried to push the naked old man away, but he just laughed as he tore off Brad’s pants and rubbed their dicks together.

“It’s time to teach you docking, young man!” Rob said, his voice flowing with Brad’s youthful genes.

Consequently, Rob stretched his foreskin and covered Brad’s hard rod with it as he began to jerk both of them off. Brad moaned, his voice tainted by Rob’s manful corruption. He despairly tried to slap Rob’s hands away, but it just merged their upper arms together. The old man was now just a parasitic head, peeking from Brad’s burly chest. Savouring his screams, Rob laughed before headbutting Brad. The jock expected to get hit on the nose, but he felt the impact in his mind instead, being overwhelmed with nasty and perverse thoughts.

“AAAARRRGGHHHHH!!! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME! NOOOO!”

Tobias held Brad in place as he shook wildly, like a pinball machine. After some grunting, Brad relaxed and opened his eyes, with a sinister gleam. As he looked at his body, a cocky grin appeared on his boyish face. Taking a deep breathe, Brad contracted his whole body as veins inflated all over him. 

“GRAAAAAHHHH!” Roared Brad as he ripped his bounds off his wrists. “Nice, welcome to the family, son.” Rob spoke through Brad as he flexed his guns. “I wonder if we’ll find a leather jacket big enough for you, beefcake boy… Tobby, what are you waiting for ? Clean your new brother.”

Tobby smiled as he kneeled and licked the precum off Brad’s long and thick staff. Watching this, Ben was trying to crawl away.

“Benny-boy, why can’t you be a good son like Tobias?” Brad taunted as he pushed Tobias away and walked to him. “I guess you need more of me inside you.”

Brad opened his mouth wide as a spectral Rob bursted from him. Ben screamed as the jock seized him and french kissed him, forcing Rob’s essence in him. After a quick fight, Ben cooled down and smiled.

“Daddy knows best.” He said with Rob’s lubric tone.

“Always.” Brad added.

The three possessed young men looked at each other as they started fucking. 

[ilovepossessions]

"Ooh fuck yeah! That's the spot. Right up in there man." Alan moans out as he has his ass eaten out by his ghostly friend in his bedroom. He enjoyed feeling his ectoplasmic tongue slide into his hole. "Fuck that feels so good."

Just then, Alan's teenage son comes in the front door. "Hey Dad, I'm home early. Class got canceled."

"Oh shit!!" Alan yelps out as he stands up straight. "Get out! My son can't see me like this!"

"I need a body bro! Let me have yours! Just until he leaves!" The ghost pleaded. "It's the quickest way to hide!"

"Nah, fuck that! Get the fuck out! I'm not letting you use my body you freak! Hurry before he comes in!" Alan quietly yelled as he got dressed.

The ghost, now frustrated by Alan, phased through the bedroom wall and into the living room. He watched as Alan's son took off his coat and shoes at the door as he set his bag down.

"You know... Ah, what the hell? Let's do it."

The ghost transformed into a hazy mist and shot himself inside the son's ear. He filled out his new body and quickly overtook his new host. Within a few seconds, he opened his eyes.

"Well Daddy, if you won't share, guess I'll just take something else that belongs to you. This'll do nicely."

Just then, Alan opened his bedroom door and saw his 'son' standing by the front door, now inhabited by his horny ghost friend.

"Hey Max. You're home early today. Everything alright?" Alan asked with the slightest hint of exasperation.

"Oh yes Dad. I'm good. Great actually. Class just got canceled. You know, sick professor. Is it okay I spend the day with you?" Max asked as he tried his best to fool his father.

"Uh, sure son. What did you have in mind?" Alan asked, now looking around the room and wondering where the ghost had gone.

"Maybe we can go on a run? I know you like to keep in shape. And it's beautiful outside." Max says as he secretly just wants to get both his and new dad's body sweaty and musky. "Then we can watch a movie later. Or cook dinner. Whatever you feel like."

"Sure Max. Sounds like a good day Sport. Give me like 10 minutes for the run."

"Oh no problem Dad. I have to change and get ready too."

Max walks past his Dad and can't help but grin that he has successfully fooled Alan into thinking he is now his own son. The ghost isn't sure if he actually wants to try and make a move on Alan or just enjoy being his son for awhile. He'll have the whole afternoon to decide. For now though, he's gonna explore his new body a bit and take care of the raging boner in his stolen shorts.

[ilovepossessions]

Russian Dolt

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I was just about ready to give up and head back to the hotel. I’ve spent 16 years being a sales representative across Southeast Asia, and I know all the regional variations on the prostitutes fairly well. Here in Manila, a Russian girl would go for at least twice the price of a local. A Malay girl would go for a discount. But too much of the same old thing grows boring, and that’s why I was out in the bars tonight instead of just calling an escort to the hotel for a “massage”.

I wasn’t sure what I was after, to be honest, which was part of the problem. Maybe a threesome? A gymnastics girl doing tricks for me – and on me? I’ve heard that in some countries the Olympic teams even earn some side money in brothels. I’ve never found it myself, but that would be something different at least. So far nothing I had found had really turned my crank. I was polishing off a mediocre whiskey when I was approached at the bar by the man.

The guy was younger than me, maybe 25, and looked very Russian. Buzzed hair, tank top, tight jeans, flip flops, cheap tats and the don’t give a fuck attitude that their entire nation has adopted since they lost the Cold War. He smelled of smoke and cheap cologne. He looked to be in great shape. I didn’t want anything to do with him.

“I overheard you speaking of freak sex, yes?”

The accent was heavily Russian as well. This could be exactly what I was after, but it could also end up with me robbed and dead in a ditch.

“What’s it to you?”

“We have proposal. Have you had sex as not you?”

Despite the hot and wet climate, I could feel a wall of heat radiating on my other side as one real furnace of a man stepped closer to me. I turned my head and looked right into a black tank top. It was filled with a huge pile of meat. I looked up at his face and he made a silent nod. Perhaps not as stereotypically Russian, but still very much old Soviet stock, and presumably lots of old Soviet hormones, not all his. His muscles seemed to have muscles.

“I don’t understand,” I said. “Sex as not me?”

“We have a thing that lets you do sex as if someone else. Understand? You could be me?”

“I could be you? Who would you be?”

“I would be you, for short time. Very short. Then you as me do any things, dangerous things. Nasty things. But safe for you. When finished, you are you and I am I.”

I was thinking really hard on how this scam worked. Was this just going to trick me out of 5000 pesos, or was the end goal to take me for all I was worth? The setup was intriguing. Performing sex as someone else… I’d certainly never tried that before. I didn’t want to let fear hold me back, in part because I knew, loathe as I’d be to admit it, that it often did.

“What kind of nasty things?” I finally answered.

“Many different things. You chose. How about fucked by wrestler?”

He gestured towards the pillar of meat on my other side. That surprised me. Back home where I grew up there was a lot of “God hates fags” and crude gay jokes, but I always thought it was a bit obsessive. It’s a free country so they can do whatever they want, as long as they keep me out of it. I’d never had sex with a man before, obviously. Never even considered it. I was about to protest how I wasn’t a fag, when a small little voice at the back of my head pointedly said “Damn straight, but apparently he is one.” Well, if I was going to be someone else, then why not go for something truly wild and different? Something I would never put my own body through.

“How does it work? How do we do it?”

“We put your body somewhere safe. To keep your mind off it. Then we swap. When you are done, we swap again. 3000 pesos per hour.”

Twenty minutes later, if even that, the three of us were standing in my hotel room. The lobby was deserted, save for the night manager who gave us a disapproving look on our way to the elevator. On the way up, I made a quick estimate of what everything I brought was worth. I only had my carry on, some clothes, my laptop, cell phone and travel wallet. If I was completely cleared out by these guys, I could stay an extra day, have the cards blocked and reissued, use insurance to buy replacements, and be on my way. Not much to lose, really.

The big hunk of meat was Boris, because of course he’d be a Boris. He didn’t speak any English. The sleazy guy in the wifebeater was Mikhail, and he was now explaining the details of how he proposed we do this. He had a handcuff with a really long chain, so I could be cuffed to the bathroom water pipe and still make it to the bed. This would allow Mikhail, in my body, to stay securely in the room, watch TV, use the bathroom and such and such while I was out in his body. I was full of doubt. Step one really can’t be that I chain myself with handcuffs to the bathroom pipes? Mikhail saw my hesitation without me saying anything.

“You want to see first, yes?”

“Please.”

From his pocket he pulled out two thumb rings. They were plain iron rings with no inlays, but with engraved symbols running around them, which gave them a brutish look. He gave me one.

“Sit down. Put it on, right hand.”

I did as I was told, and nothing happened. He sat down next to me on the bed and unceremoniously slipped on his ring. Instantly, everything shifted a few feet to the side, and I suddenly looked out of his eyes instead of mine. It worked. It felt amazing.

His body was in such great shape. I ran my hand over the buzz cut stubble on my head, feeling the prickliness of it against my palm. Then, swiftly, just as quickly as I had jumped into his body, I was back in mine, looking at my hand. Mikhail had just removed the ring.

“You can see it works. You want to continue, yes?”

I sure did. I could scarcely believe this technology was legit. Perhaps it was magic. I know, magic isn’t real, but then neither are body swaps. I put the ring back on, and wow, the rush. I was back in Mikhail’s body.

Mikhail patted me and got up. It was so trippy to see my body moving next to me. He quickly locked the handcuff to to his left wrist and then stepped into the bathroom to attach the other end of the cuff. He then stepped out again and gave me the key.

“Here, keep this safe. My suggestion would be to put it in the room safe, so you don’t lose it in the excitement.”

To my shock, he was talking fluent English now, without any accent.

“I will do,” I answered, immediately laughing a dumb Russian laugh. Wow, how stupid my own voice sounded. I sounded just like Mikhail in voice, accent and whacked English.

I immediately realized that whatever these rings did wasn’t simply placing my brain inside Mikhail’s body. That would just change the voice. But to also changed my accent and even words and grammar, which hinted at something more complex. It somehow both frightened and excited me, and I felt a stir in my pants. I wondered what else would be different, what else this body I now inhabited might be made of.

I put the key and my wallet in the safe, and locked it with 7478. Same code as my old phone, based on the Boeing 747-8 plane. As an international businessman I’ve had many trips on those. Boris started moving and ushered me out of the room, almost impatiently. As the room door clicked shut, I realized that I’m standing outside of my room with no key, no ID, a different body, and next to this oversized hunk of meat. I reminded myself that I can, at any moment, just remove the ring and appear back in the room. I could then open the safe, grab the key, unlock the shackles on my own body, and pretend like nothing had happened. As long as I have my hand free to remove the ring, there is no need for a safe word tonight. I chuckled with Mikhail’s voice at my own internal pun.

The feeling was amazing, getting accustomed to the body. I could tell my first thought was spot on: this bod was in great shape. It was lithe, almost sprightly compared to where I was at normally. Toned and packed with just enough firm muscle to have a bit of a swagger, it seemed. As we strode out of the hotel and into one of the waiting taxis, I ran a hand through my buzzed hair once more, feeling the spike of the flat cut against my palm. I tugged a little and played with the studs in my ear lobes.

Is this how fags felt, I wondered? Are these sort of bodies part of where their pride and sex drive comes from? I hadn’t given any thought before to the idea that men who are attracted to men might find their own bodies hot, too. I looked down at my forearms, noticing the fit power in them, the veins lightly popping. It did look good to me. I could feel queer thoughts, but I wasn’t ashamed or repulsed by them. This wasn’t me, but I could tell it could be very hot to play the gay. And looking at my arms, I felt an erotic buzz. I was starting plump up a little. I was legitimately turned on.

“In Soviet Russia, you not find faggot. Faggot find you!” I said out loud, laughing, thinking that I sounded even dumber than Mikhail did in this voice. One of my favorite jokes finally had a body worthy of it. Both Boris and the driver ignored me.

I suppose Russians didn’t usually make such a classic Russian joke, did they? Or did they? This really was the most out-of-body experience I’ve ever had, quite literally. Talk about risk versus reward payoff. I had to do it again.

“In Soviet Russia, big dick find you!” I found myself slurring, stupidly, and just hearing the ridiculous accent come out of Mikhail’s mouth, a mouth that was mine for the time being, made me snort with laughter again. I didn’t expect that the first few things I’d be doing in this body would be laughing my ass off. It was truly surreal. But it was hilarious, I mean, wow. Maybe it was my way of trying to find my sea legs after such radical change.

We arrived at a different hotel only 15 minutes away from mine, but looking at it they couldn’t be further apart. If Mikhail and Boris looked seedy in the lobby of my hotel, they would appear posh in this neighborhood. I was still not used to this body, and wobbled a bit getting out of the taxi. Boris stopped and waited by the hotel entrance while I made a few jumps to test that everything is fine.

“Boris,” I say, my voice reminding me of some squirrel and moose thing – Natasha – Rocky and Bullwinkle – I can’t get over this accent –

“Boris, where is room?”

I find that I almost have a feel for the way the Russkies talk, I think, and that if I just roll with it, I’ll be able to work with it almost effortlessly. Boris started leading me into the hotel and down a hall. He stopped by a door and opened it, with a real key. Not one of those card reader doors. He entered the room and I followed.

First thing I did was to swagger on over to the mirror. I didn’t get a good look while in my room before Boris ushered me out. Yeah, I pretty much looked amazing. This body, or whatever sense of sexual desire was in this bod, recognizes male beauty in a way that wasn’t apparent to me at all as a straight guy. This body is fit, it is toned, it is more tanned than I would have expected from a Russian guy. He must have been in The Philippines for a while now, I figured. The tats, which I thought looked like cheap pieces of shit from a budget tattoo parlor before, looked masculine, tough, and sleazy.

I looked like the mirror image of a guy who lived to fuck, drink, smoke and party, I thought- And I could feel that I was craving a smoke, too. But man, that mirror… I was boned, totally erect over a man for the first time in my life, even if it just was myself, in a way.

Mikhail had been wearing that rich brand of underwear to try to act like he was worth something, I suppose. What’s the name of it? I can’t even remember, not being an underwear type myself. To me, despite whatever he must have spent, the briefs and tats all just made him look cheap and trashy. But I liked it. It’d be perfect for tonight. I fully intended to take advantage of it all, go out for a while, have fun and bring someone back tonight. If things stayed chill, I was ready to fuck. Boris looked bored, and wasn’t even really watching me, so I was guessing things were cool.

I recalled Mikhail had blurted something out earlier about “Fuck Wrestler,” which I presumed meant Boris. And I had been thinking maybe I’d do that, initially, not really being sure what I’d do. But now that I was attracted to men, apparently, I really just didn’t think Boris was my type. Or this body’s type. Or whatever. He didn’t seem to be into me, either. I like the look of Mikhail’s body for sure, and it’s almost mesmerizing to me. Breaking away from the mirror is a bit of a challenge, I notice, as I put my tank top back on. Maybe the old line about Narcissus isn’t so far from the truth after all.

“Boris, I want to go to bar,” I said. “Gay bar. You know where?” “да,” the oaf answered.

I understood it as “Yes”, of course, but I understood it in a fluid way. Could I speak it, too?

“Вы можете общаться со мной на русском языке?” I blurted to see if he could understand me. My own words sound like something an insect would come up with. They buzzed. They sounded slushy, and they sounded like shit. I really don’t know how folks can speak such an ugly language, how anything could evolve in such a strange way.

“да.” he said again, without any emotion.

There’s some male jewelry on the counter, I noticed as I started to turn out the lights. Dog tags, a pendant. I picked them up and put em on. Looks good- Wonder if Mikhail walked around with that, normally. The whole walk to the bar, I couldn’t help but to act cocky, shifting my posture, feeling playful with this body. Boris, as I found out by trying to chat him up, despite him being a man of few words, did have a pack of cigarettes to help me out with. Soon I’m bumming a couple off of him, and as soon as I could get away with it outside of the lobby, I light up.

The guys walking around Manila that we passed – some are kind of, I don’t know how to put it…not ugly, but not really attractive. I wasn’t really drawn to the girls, I noticed, but not the guys either, all that much. Some of them caught my eye a little more than others. I hoped when we got to the bar that I would find one of the Russians I was expecting to be there. Was that what my genes were hunting for, or was that what I just was expecting to find? A Russian? Would I be attracted to a German, a Frenchman or an American if I ran into any? Good luck picking one up with this voice, I thought to myself. But this is a sexy body. I bet I could pick up a lot of different kinds of guys. Gays aren’t really known for being particular, I thought. At least they’re known to do a lot of depraved shit with anyone. They aren’t like women. They have it easy, so I should too.

The thought of trying to hit on a guy, though I had no clue how to do it, seemed amusing. I felt a tinge of nervousness, but then I remembered this isn’t my real body. I could say anything. There’s a wallet in these jeans and I flipped through it. Was that arranged? There’s enough cash in there, 400 pesos, to drink for a while depending on the prices. I wonder if Boris would loan me more, but how smashed would I really gonna get? It should be more than enough.

Soon we were in the bar. I eyed the field. I spotted my prey almost instantly. Dark beard, full, thick. Bomber sunglasses tank top, twists of tribal tattoo down one arm. I wondered what sort of guy wears glasses in a bar, and I was thinking, fag guys do. And that’s you too, fag boy, so hop to it. And it was alluring, even as I knew it was done for affect. I didn’t care. He was hot.

I didn’t sit down by him right away, though. Boris and I took a spot at the corner, by the entrance. Soon enough, though, I wink at him on his way to take a piss. Why not? Nothing to lose, man.

Once he was out of sight Boris stood up, and surprised I asked him if he was going to leave. I kind of expected he would stick around to make sure I didn’t do anything too stupid with Mikhail’s body. He smiled for the first time, patted me too hard in the back, responded “Ты справишься” and left. And with that I was on my own.

Well, that’s all fine with me, because I was worried these guys might think I already scored Boris or something. Didn’t want that crimping my game. I was totally comfortable on my own, too. Fuck, it’s not my body. Still can’t get over how liberating it was to just know it.

The night got rolling, more folks were trickling into the club, and Bomber Glasses and I were talking, finally. He is German, but does speak some English. This body did the work for me, I thought. He was into me. I couldn’t help but be fixated at his beard, man, and the chest hair that foofed out of the top of his tank. He has a dog tag of his own around his neck. It’s all so sleazy and fucked up. It’s weird, knowing that what once would have repulsed now allured.

Soon he was buying me a drink. I wondered if I was attracted to powerful guys, as this was the first one who caught my eye out of the bunch, not that there were many to choose from. He was at least a good three inches taller than me. Darker complexion. Thicker hair, and of course that beard. That chest. Mine’s got just a little fuzz. I started to wonder if Russians were a hairy people compared to Germans. I didn’t think they really were, but some definitely are. The train of thoughts caught me by surprise. I’ve never before considered how hairy guys are. Must be the fag in me for sure. Wondered what mixing with this body for the night is gonna do to my mind, long-term. You know, like what if it’s like the long-term effects of a powerful dose of shrooms? That might not be good, depending. It felt OK in the trial swap we did earlier, so clearly it reverts without any seeming issues, but then that was just after a few seconds.

No time to be nervous, though. I wanted to get my money’s worth.

Now the guy’s looking at me, intensely, right in the eyes over drinks, and I was feeling like maybe the gays have a point about wanting their public display of affection. I was feeling like if this guy wanted to fuck out in the streets of Manila with me, I’d do it, despite the filth and chaos. By the time he was kissing me, right in the bar, and I was feeling his thick beard press into my jaw, and we’re speaking our stupid, malformed English to each other, all I could think about was the hard cock that might end up in my ass tonight if this kept going well. I wantws this guy to come back to the hotel with me.

“You and I,” I said, between kisses. “Go wild, with sex, you make sex with me. Hot as sex,” I went, fascinated by the chest hair he was got spilling out of the neckline, rubbing it with my fingers, playing with it, all as best as I could. He was trying to slobber on my earlobe stud and probe my tongue with his ear. We’re making a scene in the bar. I couldn’t care less. He stripped my shirt off right then and there in the bar so he could see my chest. He was playing with my pecs, rubbing the muscle, slapping my firm belly, my firm biceps. “Flex for me,” he commands. I’ve never done that in my life before, and don’t really know how, but somehow I manage to make some tight abs for him. He is lost in admiration, I could see.

We walked out the backdoor of the club, his fingers in the back pocket of one of my jeans, not just kinda steering me, as I’m rather sloshed, but claiming me. Showing who is the top. He squeezed an ass cheek through the denim, and I loved it. He leaned in for another kiss. It’s a steamy night. I needed a smoke, so I lit one up, buzzed up, feeling dreamy as hell, wondering what “nasty things” would actually going to be like. A cock up my ass? I could take one, fuck if I care. Sounded glorious right then. I wondered if I could feel that desire in my ass that they supposedly get? Not yet, I thought, searching my thoughts to see if I felt anything, and decided that maybe it’s because I haven’t tried it, yet. I wanted to try it. This German guy, a man, had me feeling like a creature of beauty. I felt beautiful in a way no woman had ever made me feel before.

I can scarcely remember the walk back to the hotel, for all the alcohol, hormones and groping. I remember wanting to be rather cautious the whole while. Manila is just loaded with chaos, deep pits and potholes you can step into, nothing in the way of sidewalks, not to mention motobikes and jeepneys. The hotel was much too close to bother with a cab.

I remember thinking that the longer I stayed in this body, the more risk I was taking, but I’d come this far tonight and intended to finish it. We didn’t set a time limit. “When you are done” was the deal. That made sense, as they got paid by the hour. They’d want to give me time to fuck until I’m sick of it, presumably by dawn at the latest, and I would obviously want my body back. This set of jeans didn’t even come with ID, and most of my few bucks had already been spent at the bar.

As for the sex, this guy was experienced. I figured as much, but found it out fast once we were in the bedroom together. I mean, I had barely latched the door behind me when he really flaunted his power, flipping me right around, pressing my back up against the door, passionately taking my jaw in his big hands and kissing me, licking me, tenderly and firmly, all at the same time. It’s hard to describe. He was even licking up my neck in broad strokes like I’m a fruit that’s ripe on the vine. It was hot. I suppose I must be a fruit, at least for tonight, haha. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, on my breath. I wanted to hear my dumb, hot, sexy Russian voice again. I was fumbling to get him out of his tank, which should have been an easy move, but I was too drunk.

“Chest, man,” I said. “You hairy, man. You are hairy. It’s hot.” I sounded like an idiot, I know, but it’s hot to hear my voice, too, my slurring, Russian voice.

”Yeah, boy,” he went, feeling up my pecs. I liked being called boy by this guy. Made me feel young, sexy, which I am. And I knew it.

He was practically ripping me out of my briefs and threw me on the bed. He got me naked, and he has got coke. It’s not my body, I think. I knew what to do, believe it or not. I’ve been to the bars around Wall street and seen what happens in the men’s room. So I snorted up a line off the glass counter, walked over, naked, lit up a cigarette right in the room. Didn’t see any non-smoking signs, at least. This isn’t the kind of hotel that bothers with smoke detectors. He slapped me on the ass and I couldn’t believe this was me, just hanging out casually, naked with a guy who’s occasionally slobbering all over my lower jaw.

I snorted another line. I felt amped, like coffee, only crazier. I took more at once. With a cross-fade like this, I know it’s more dangerous. Not my body, not my problem.

He was wrestling me down. I loved the feel of my muscles pushing back against his, and I loved trying to toss him, to pin him down, but he was stronger. We wrestled a lot that night, playful. I was so drunk it didn’t really hurt even when he threw me to the floor and body slammed me. It’s just fucking fun, don’t know how to put it, that state when you’ve got adrenaline and passion and lust and a few drugs pumping through your veins.

Man, his cock was a thick one. At one point I remember him shoving his hand in my ass, licking and slobbering all up in my crack, and I’m just on hands and knees, drooling, playing with my own dick as it flopped around and dangled down, making slimy fish line circles of pre-cum in the carpet. Although most dicks in the world are uncut, it somehow felt wrong  that my dick now was one of them. Like peeing with boxers on. I was on my haunches, and he was fucking the living shit out of me. It hurt and I yelped out, but guy knew what he was doing, I told myself.

At one point, I half cum, forcing myself to hold it back, not wanting the experience to end so soon. “Try,” I said to him, stopping, getting up off my knees. “Try not to cum,” I said. I had pulled back, hard, using my groin muscles to stop it so I could save my load. A minute later I was good to go again. He put a cock ring on me, telling me that will shut the dick up. I don’t know if he brought it or if he found it in the room. Everything was a blur. “You are my pet now”, he told me. He was pushing me down, going for my armpits, slobbering and licking all over them. I had no idea men did that. I was shocked, but it felt great.

There were other surprises. I didn’t expect to be gagging on his thick cock, or expect that he’d seemed to want to pleasure in making me choke on it. But I sure as hell did choke on it. “Spit on it,” he ordered, so I did. “Lick,” he said, so I did, licking my own spit on his cock. I was slobbering up his cock as much as I could with my tongue, thinking that must be what he wanted. It felt good to do. I mean, what an iron rod, what a maypole. This was better than eating pussy, I thought, for sure. I wondered if I’d feel that way tomorrow, realizing I wouldn’t, so I’d better make the most of it now. This would have just seemed sick to me yesterday.

“Fuck me, fuck hard, fuck my ass,” I said to him. My ass had almost started to throb after getting fucked for a while, and it was starting to feel almost empty when it wasn’t getting fucked. Crazy but true, like I wanted him in there. I wondered if this was the prostrate being activated. I could feel it, almost like a heartbeat or something, inside my ass. “Put it in,” I said, wanting him to fuck me more, wanting to understand these sensations better. My ass was sore and yet it just felt so good. Fuck the pain away, and why not?

We took a breather and it was hard to even keep my hands off him for a little while. I wanted to at least massage his shoulders, wrap my arms around him, stroke his legs. If I didn’t have a life of my own, a successful, straight life, I could almost love this guy. The feelings were just so intense, drunk as I was. Probably the alcohol was causing the feelings, but did it matter? He was so beautiful to me. He made me feel sexy. We knew what to do with each other, even as new and awkward as I surely was. The dumb Russian voice Mikhail had was awkward, so fuck if it would matter if my technique was, too. This was all for my excitement, not for the sake of the performance, I remembered.

How long did we fuck? It must have been hours. Time passes at such strange rates when you’ve been partying. I remember my cock being sore, the skin rubbed raw, the thing just aching from the weight of the cock ring, swollen up, but not wanting to stop. I wasn’t sure if I could even get the ring off at this point, drunk as I was. Fuck the pain. “Harder,” I grunted at one part. “Fuck me harder. Deutschland!” I shouted, playful, in lust, this German sex king… my own command sounded like a woof. I really was his pet. But he was also mine.

I didn’t just pass out, I blacked out. I blacked out hard.

I was utterly confused when I woke up in a hotel bed, but then memories started trickle in. The body swap. I clearly was still in Mikhail’s body, I knew, because I could feel it. I felt sore. Wait, why was I still in Mikhail’s body? Looking around I could see I was in the bed in his shitty hotel room, no German to be found. I got up while the whole body was screaming in agony. The bed sheets were pretty much ruined with semen and other fluids. What a mess. My head throbbed with a hangover worse than I have ever experienced before. I stumbled over to the mirror.

Young, muscled, and well-hung were the bright side of what I saw. Everything else I saw in the mirror disgusted me, even more now than when I swapped into it yesterday. I was naked except for the thumb ring and a cock ring. The dick and balls looked bruised, a dangerously purple color. I tentatively touched the dick and pleasure tinged pain shot through my body. It was swollen and had a dull ache, but a small part of me even wanted to play with this dick some more, as I was still horny as fuck. I didn’t remember cumming. I didn’t even dare to think about the agony it would be to remove that cock ring. I needed to recoup.

I knew Boris and Mikhail were basically showboating a lot of this from the get-go, but after all that, I was really tired of this immersive experience shit. I didn’t know where the German went. I didn’t know if he even kissed me goodbye, and I tell myself it doesn’t matter. This was the wildest trip I’ve ever been on, and definitely worth it. But I didn’t want to deal with this body. I didn’t want to be a fag any longer. I reached to remove the thumb ring when a sudden fear came over me, like I needed to think this through. I paused.

When I remove the ring, where would I end up? Strapped to a cross in a BDSM dungeon? In a Filipino jail? Who knew what sort of Willy Wonka arrangement these guys had in store for me? Hopefully this is just part of the game, or it’s something else that I’m not thinking of. I was trying not to panic. I was not feeling amused anymore. I just wanted out.

I was hungry, thirsty, sore, emotionally drained, horny, and I had a godawful craving for a smoke. Whatever they’ve done to my real body, it couldn’t be any worse than this.

I removed the ring.

Nothing happened.

I screamed. I punched the wall. I screamed ‘fuuuuuuck!’ until I was sobbing on the filthy bed. I was reduced to a crying mess, not surprisingly.

This is my body now. A trashy fag’s body, with an unrelenting sex drive, a smoking habit, a drinking habit, and I no doubt more addictions waiting to be discovered. No surprise he was eager to ditch it. I’m sure my hotel room was cleared out by now, the credit cards emptied to the limit. What would I do with the stuff there anyway? Clothes that doesn’t fit and a passport I can’t use. This is who I am now, and there is no way to even begin to explain it to anyone, without seeming like a madman.

I really needed a smoke.

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"Damn he's built," said Leroy as he admired Justin's older brother, Kane, body

"Leroy, please focus on the task ahead. I know this might be cheating and a little bit manipulative too, but I believe that even an ounce of support from one family member is enough to sway their perception about me coming out,"

"Yeah, yeah, totally get it," said Leroy staring at Justin with his now perfect vision while his hand busy fondling his pecs

"Leroy......please. This is important. I need you to be in your A game. I need you to make sure that my parents believe that it's their favorite son speaking in support of their least favorite children. My brother has been threatening to out me ever since 6 grade. At least now his mouth can be used for something better rather than spewing those hateful cusses at me or whispered those hurtful words, by defending me against my whole family and shift their perception to be in my favor,"

"Okay queer, no need to worry, I'll handle 'em all just fine,"

Justin glared at Leroy, which quickly apologized and looking regretful

"Too far?"

"Too far, asswipe. Behave, but don't let his personality overpower yours, okay?"

"On it, bro,"

"That sounds better. Thank you for your support, Kane," said Justin with a little emphasis on his brother name as they both hug it out before heading to re-gather in the family function with the rest of the Hopkins

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A Body Stealer Tale: Hijacked Call

My boyfriend and I were strolling through a quiet part of the city when we spotted this hot guy a few steps ahead of us. Tall, dark-haired, clearly fit—the type that turns heads. He was chatting on his phone, his deep voice echoed in the silent and empty street.

I noticed my boyfriend started to glance around, sizing up the surroundings. The street was deserted, as usual for this part of town. He turned to me with that mischievous grin I knew too well—the one that meant he was up to something. Before I could ask what he was planning, he ran toward the guy in front of us.

The man was still engrossed in his call, his voice dropping to a low, affectionate rumble. "I miss you too, babe. Tell my sweet girls Daddy will bring them a surprise when I get home... Yes, I know-AAARRGHH!"

His words cut off abruptly with a strangled groan. The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the sidewalk. My boyfriend was already halfway into him, his form dissolving like smoke, merging with the man's body. Watching him use his power was always a sight that sent a chill down my spine, like watching reality bend for just a moment.

In seconds, my boyfriend disappeared completely, and his clothes fell to the ground on top of his empty shoes.

The man staggered, his eyes going wide, pupils dilating as my boyfriend took control. His hands flexed, then relaxed, as if getting used to this new skin. A few deep breaths later, the confusion cleared from his face, replaced by a smirk I knew all too well. It was my boyfriend now looking back at me, wearing the man's flesh like a new suit.

"Daddy, huh?" he said in the man's deep voice, testing it out, letting the word roll off his tongue with a new meaning entirely. "I think I can work with that." He picked up his phone off the ground and put it back on his ear, he then pulled down his pants, showing me the bulge in his black underwear.

He winked at me as he started talking again on the phone, only this time, his voice was no longer sweet and caring.

"Shut up, you dumb bitch! I'm so fucking tired of your voice... yeah, you heard that right! I don't want anything to do with you anymore, it's over for us! you hear me? Over!... Oh I'm perfectly fine! I've never been better!"

I walked towards him with a smirk and caressed his bulge, this man surely already had a present inside his underwear, I thought. I looked around—the area was clear—so I kneeled in front of him, pulled down his underwear, and took his cock into my mouth as my boyfriend dealt with this man's wife.

"You can stay with those little brats, I don't fucking care. I meet someone much better than you. He knows how to suck my cock like no other... Yeah, that's right, It's a HE, and in fact, he's giving me a blowjob right—" He stopped talking to look at his phone, then he looked down at me with a grin. "She hung up," he said, bursting out laughing.

He roughly grabbed both sides of my head and started facefucking me, just the way my boyfriend knows I like it. He moaned out loud, without worrying if anyone could hear him.

While I was deep-throating his new big delicious cock, we noticed an old man walking past us, he looked at us with disgust on his face, and we saw him grabbing his phone before turning around the corner.

My boyfriend pushed me away and pulled his pants up.

"C'mon, let's get to somewhere more private. I would hate to have to use my gift to take over a cop, this body is too good to be wasted," He said, buckling up his belt.

A downside of my boyfriend's powers was that once he stepped out of the body he was in, he couldn't go back to it because as soon as he was out, the body would deflate to an empty, hollow bodysuit.

Sure, it was fun to wear them later, but it was not the same thing as my boyfriend possessing their memories, controlling their tongue, having their cells...

I stood up and we shared a quick kiss; he tasted of coffee and mint. I followed him to an expensive car parked nearby, he opened the door for me to get in, like a true gentleman.

But once we were inside, he wasn't so gentle; he pulled down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. "Go on, suck on this bad boy as I drive us to his hotel."

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THE GREAT HOST 3

Bob was pissed. The police had discovered it. He had spent the last few months as Paul and he had loved it. That youthful force had many advantages, and he had finally managed to revive his criminal business. But Paul's family was nosy and together with the police they had expelled him from Paul's body and arrested him.

It wasn't a big deal to escape again, those idiots had discovered a way to nullify my possession and expel me from another body, but they haven't developed anything to prevent possession. Getting into the body of one of the cops was very simple. That bastard will wake up tomorrow with a huge headache, but now I need another container. I will remain hidden for a while before recovering Paul's body. It would also be a good idea to call the banks and withdraw the money you earn this time like Paul.

However, another problem arose......Bob could access his accounts since he knew his passwords, but when he called the bank, the detection of voice prevented him from carrying out any procedure. Of course, since he had been so stupid, he made the security with Paul's body, and with his voice. Bob had no choice but to advance his plans.

...........

It was Thursday night and Tyler had just left a club. He had done well, he had fucked a beautiful girl in the bathroom and he had said goodbye to his friends, because he was working tomorrow. When leaving the premises he put on his jacket because of how cool the night was. He then lit a cigarette and started towards his house.

A sloppy-looking man approached him and asked for a cigarette. Tyler had no problems and was about to take one out when that man pinned him against the wall and disappeared into his body. From that moment Tyler saw black.

.........

Just as Bob had assumed, getting a new skin was not difficult. On this occasion his victim was Tyler Relic, 28 years old. Of course he was a very handsome man, which could perfectly be his permanent skin, however Paul had something special.

Tyler, now totally controlled by Bob, took a deep drag on his cigarette......."Don't worry, Paul, we'll see each other again soon."

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The Bully and His Dad

Johnny arrived home from practice like he did every night, eager for a hot shower and beer before turning in, but those plans disappeared as soon as he stepped inside. His university gym bag slipped from his fingers as his mind emptied, and his hands began peeling off his sweaty clothes.

His big arms systematically dropped the damp practice attire to the floor, starting with the oversized jersey on his shoulders and ending with the rank tennis shoes on his feet.

Johnny bounded further into the house. His body was completely exposed, aside from the massive package held by his tight underwear. He took lumbering steps into the living room and planted his bare feet in the center.

A scrawny guy lounged on the sofa, studying the zombified jock standing tall, idly drooling from his gaping mouth.

"Master, how may this body be of service?" the normally cocky voice slurred each word as it was delivered.

"You can get on this couch and spoon me," the frail geek answered.

Without hesitation, Johnny's body staggered toward the little nerd on the sofa and sunk into position behind him. He wrapped his impressive body around the tiny frame, holding him more securely with his bulging arms and strong legs than he'd held anyone.

Johnny mindlessly clutched the dweeb and pulled him into his muscled chest, incapable of recognizing exactly who this nerd was.

Ever since Johnny entered college, he'd singled out one guy to belittle and abuse. He knew bullying was a shortcut to getting in with the popular crowd. Unfortunately for the jock, he'd chosen a nerd far smarter than he was.

Dennis was that nerd. He wasn't tall, strong, or handsome. He was awkward and unattractive, but he did have some tricks up his sleeve.

He used those tricks on Johnny. With a few blasts from his mind control device, Dennis had turned the football stud into a mindless meat puppet. That empty mind was his to program, and he wasted no time in asserting his hypnotic control over the irish bully.

"I want you to slowly hump me with that giant package of yours," Dennis demanded, "And I want to feel how excited you are, too."

The body Johnny worked so hard on was completely helpless to disobey as his hips began gyrating rhythmically into Dennis' rear. Not a single thought passed through Johnny's head as his massive package hardened like a rock, stretching his tight briefs. He didn't mind that his thin underwear was the only thing barely standing between his package and this dweeb's body. All he could do was hold Dennis and gently thrust like he'd been told to.

"I'm home!" called a mature voice from the front, "Johnny, you home?"

It was Johnny's dad, Mr. McArdle, but Johnny didn't react in the slightest to his father's arrival. He just continued to push his athletic body into Dennis as they spooned together on the couch.

"What's going on in there," Mr. McArdle called, catching sight of his son from the front door. The man's brow furrowed as he took in the sight, frowning beneath his ginger whiskers.

"Who the hell are you!" Mr. McArdle roared.

He stomped inside, and when his foot hit the hardwood floor of the interior, his anger slipped out of his face. The father's aggressive posture slackened as his big hands dangled at his side.

"You know what to do, old man!" Dennis called from the living room.

Mr. McArdle did not know what to do. The mature man's mind had emptied of all thoughts. Dennis was merely speaking to the man's body, which began moving accordingly.

Johnny's dad slowly undid his shirt and tie, dropping them to the floor near his son's discarded clothing. He slid everything off until he was covered only by his underwear, finally ready to enter the house further.

Mr. McArdle's body reported to the same spot in the living room his son had, standing before the scrawny kid on the couch. The father didn't acknowledge his son as Johnny humped the stranger on the couch like a dumb animal.

"Master, how may this body be of service," his gravelly voice also slurred the line he was programmed to say.

"Well, daddy," Dennis' nasally voice sang, "Get started by picking up the clothes in the front and put them in the laundry. Johnny's going to need those for practice tomorrow. Right Johnny?"

"Yes, master," Johnny droned from behind Dennis.

"Then get back in here," Dennis continued, "I have two tired feet for you and your son to work on. I think we'll have a little competition. Whoever massages them better will sleep in bed with me instead of on the floor tonight."

"Yes, master," the slow words sounded from Mr. McArdle's throat as he turned and shuffled back to the front.

Dennis turned his attention back to his bully, feeling the rigid boner behind him with every mindless thrust.

"Alright Johnny, I'm the big spoon now," Dennis commanded, turning around.

"Yes, master," the athlete garbled as his head is pressed into the back of the couch by Dennis' hand.

The nerd began aggressively smacking his body into the meaty round orbs beneath his bully's underwear. Dennis didn't always know what he was going to do with his meat puppets next, but he did know that it didn't really matter. Johnny's body would go along with whatever weird impulse or desire he had, and the guy's father was just as malleable.

Dennis had only been staying with the McArdles for a week now, but he loved it. He loved seeing the father and son arrive home, first being confused by the presence of an intruder and then becoming empty and ready for their intruder to use.

He was already planning on living with them for a long time. College could be expensive, but this masculine duo would provide him finely cooked meals and a comfortable master bedroom. Not to mention all the other more intimate services the bully and his father would be providing...

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Rented You Out - Part 2

Chapter 1 - Exposed

Moments after Markus got ejected from Denholm’s body, he got up and got dressed with the extra clothes he brought. He then got Denholm dressed too. He got very curious on the switch behind his back, which was currently on “on”. He then flipped it back up, where all of a sudden Denholm started breathing. The rip on his back was also completely gone. He was human again. Markus saw this as an opportunity to escape Denholm’s house, when suddenly he woke up. “Ma..Markus??? Wha..what are you doing here??”, Denholm said while breathing heavily. Markus didn’t moved a single muscle. He didn’t even wanted to turn around as he was going to open the door. “Markus hold on! Why do I feel… tired.. like my insides hurt so bad…” Denholm added. Again, Markus didn’t say a word. “Markus I knew you did something to me. What did you do?! Markus!” Denholm got increasingly angry. Markus finally turned around and screamed, “You were turned into a goddamn suit! You got kidnapped and got abused by a group of men and left you at the gym where I discovered you and then you became a literal bodysuit so I decided to put you on for a day so I can spend time more closer to you!” Markus abruptly said everything that happened. Denholm was stunned. “What?!?” He stood up. “Look at your back! It has a switch in it! If you turn it on, you’ll lose consciousness and become a bodysuit that anyone can control!” Markus started explaining how it worked. Denholm was more shocked to see the lustful selfies that Markus took on his phone which he forgot to delete. “Bro listen… I’m tired of all the bullshit I’m going through right now so please. How do I fix this??” Denholm begged Markus. The two got more tense and Markus was put under pressure. “Why is this my fault?! All that you should know is that I was the one who discovered you! Who saved you! Who covered up a story for you! And I did that ALL for you because I love you!” Markus started tearing up, and he walked away. “Markus please.. don’t leave me. I know you love me but I love someone else.. but please. Don’t leave me here.” Denholm begged Markus to stay. Markus reluctantly agreed. Time flew by and the two started discussing on how to handle the situation, then something else came up to the discussion, Denholm’s father. He is currently in pain right now and is suffering from a severe chronic disease, and Denholm doesn’t know how long he will last. His family is also running low on funds to sustain his father. Markus then jokingly said, “since we have you as a bodysuit, why not we turn that into a rental? Like someone would try to live your life in exchange for money.” “Are you crazy? That would of course violate me!” Denholm got mad. “Please trust me, I will take good attention of your body while you’re not conscious. I promise. I will set out limitations for the people that will use you.” Markus tried to convince Denholm, to which he said, “Well if that’s the only way… so be it.”

Chapter 2 - Mr Denholm

The next day has passed, Paula and Denholm went to school together as usual. Markus waited for Denholm so they can set out their plan. Conveniently and inconveniently, their teacher, Mr Singh was walking around the halls when he overheard the two’s conversation. He confronted the two of them and asked, “What in the blackmarket is going on here?!”. Markus said, “But.. its true.. You can live through as Denholm because he has the ability to turn into a suit..”. “Please, don’t expose us!”, Denholm begged.

Mr Singh then grinned. “Expose? Well I think you got the wrong idea. Actually I NEED to live someone else’s life! This is a wonderful idea to have!” Markus and Denholm were in shock. “In fact, allow me to be your very first customer. I really wanted to know what it feels to go back to high school. Especially as a popular boy like you.” Mr Singh said.

At the school’s boys shower room, the three initiated their plan. “Are you ready Denholm?”, Markus held his best friend’s hand. “Yes. All for my dad. Take care of me bro.”, Denholm surrendered to his fate. Denholm got undressed and wore only a bathroom towel as Mr Singh got prepared.

“Just turn on the switch and start wearing inside him. Legs first then up to head.” Markus explained. Mr Singh went to the other room and got undressed. Denholm was turned around. “Ready when you are”, Denholm said. Mr Singh switched it on. Denholm was a suit again.

There was minimal sound when it happened, so Markus assumed it was going very well and smooth. After around 5 minutes, a new Denholm emerged from the other room, wearing teacher’s clothes.

He was just looking at Markus while chuckling. “De..Denholm? What happened?” Asked Markus. “No. it’s Mr Singh.”, “Denholm” replied. Markus’ heart sank as he saw Denholm looking like a hot math teacher. “Woah… sir.. you look attractive..” Markus was in awe. “Don’t call me sir, that’s awkward! Just call me Denny! I’ll be your bro for the day!”, said Mr Denholm. Markus nodded and whispered to himself, “Damn. Daddy got more daddified?! What in the actual fuck?!?”

Chapter 3 - Youth in You

Mr Singh was filled with ecstasy at that time. He didn’t know where to start, if he wanted to ace a math test, play at the football field, get cheered by his co workers at the faculty, or make fun of the students that he hated. You name it.

“I am so grateful for this Markus. I’m feeling SOOO ALIVEEEE!!” Mr Singh or Denny said as the two walked down the hallway.

“Umm… Mr Singh-erm- Denny, it’s just weird to hear my friend say that, considering that he always feels down.” Markus felt like he was always missing something from Denholm.

“What?? But I’ve always seen this kid as the happiest man alive! And who would’ve thought I would ever see the world through these eyes!” Denny said while admiring Denholm’s body.

“Well you wouldn’t get it sir. If only you witnessed the time when he told me that he didn’t wanted to live his life AT ALL. It’s always the people that seem happy who actually feels miserable in their lives.” Markus was sad.

“Geez… that’s really awful to hear. I’m sorry if I was insensitive about it. I wish I could hug your best friend right now to comfort him.” Denny stopped smiling and turned very serious.

“I mean… can I hug you sir?? Or him..” Markus was about to tear up.

Denny opened his arms to hug Markus. “It’s okay, come here. Rub it in.” Markus embraced Denny’s body.

“May I ask why… are you crying??” Denny wondered.

“Well… um… I love him. I love Denholm.” Markus confessed to Mr Singh.

“Oh-ohh… that’s really.. that makes a lot of sense now.” Denny was shocked.

Without a warning when Denny turned around, Markus grabbed him and kissed him on the lips. Denny hesitated and pushed him away.

“Markus what the fuck?!? Why did you do that?!” Denny was bewildered.

“I’m sorry!! I’ve been wanting to do that to him for a long time! But the rejection hurts too much!” Markus was desperate.

“Well Markus let me tell you something, you are a GOOD kisser.” Denny was impressed. “I know you’re hurt and all, but what about you forget about all that and let’s have a little bit of… fun”, He added.

“What the fuck? Sir! This is wrong! You’re violating my friend! I’m violating my friend!”

“Well, the contract stated I could do ANYTHING I WANT. So come here to my classroom before I change my mind.” Denny was pissed but maintained his seductiveness. Markus had no choice but to submit to him. Denny then grabbed him into the Math classroom to have a little fun time.

Chapter 4 - Stuck With You

The tension between Markus and Denny increased, as Denny closes the classroom doors and turns off the lights. He then proceeds to take his shirt off.

“Have you ever wondered what you and Denholm would’ve been if he was actually gay?”, Denny flirted with Markus.

“I think about that every night..”, Markus sighed.

“Well you don’t have to wonder now 🫦, Come here baby.” Denny started to move towards Markus. Markus felt mixed emotions as he indulges on Denny’s warm body.

Then, here comes the fun part. As Markus undresses to reveal his hardening 5.7 inches down under, Denny looked in awe. “Hard already? Let’s do it.” Denny then stripped to reveal his new rubbery 6.8 inches.

The room suddenly got sweaty, and suddenly Denny’s body shimmered in glimmering white. It was all so perfect, like a movie scene, something Markus would’ve longed for, and now he finally had it.

“Yes… yess.. YES!!” Markus started screaming. The pleasure was so good and it felt so real for him. He never been happier in his life until that moment. The chalkboards rocked as the two slammed each other against the wall, sharing a sweet long kiss as the both of them felt each other. It was a goddamn fever dream.

Then, came the loads. “Hey stop! Don’t we need protection??!”, Markus stood up from the floor. “Why the fuck do we even need that?! This is a rubber dick!”, Denny laughed, then pulled Markus to the ground. Denny couldn’t resist it but to release massive amounts of load. Denny then inserted the huge thing into Markus, and the silicone-like texture made it more pleasurable for Markus.

The creams came pouring down, and that’s when Markus felt like he was drowning, but that’s when he could finally breathe. It was too good to be true. Well you know what else is too good to be true? NOT GETTING CAUGHT.

Suddenly, students from outside heard the blunt noises that were coming from the classroom, and knocked to see if something was up.

“What the fuck do we do?!?” Markus whispered.

“Go clean up the mess! I’ll assure them everything is FINE!” Denny said while wiping off the cream on the walls. The two got to work.

Denny opened the door and saw Denholm’s friend, and the student council Vice President, Sabrina. “Bro, what’s happening in there?” Sabrina looked at him weirdly as she noticed that Denholm looked and stood very oddly.

“Hey Sabrina, it’s nothing! I was just substituting for Mr Singh’s class and decided I would lock myself in the room to prepare!” Denny smiled.

“And the screams? I’m sure that was also part of the practice?” Sabrina looked in disgust.

“Well, I was raging over something that’s all. Say, why not you do me a favor and go to the faculty to pick up my stuff for class.” Denny redirected the question.

“YOUR stuff? Seriously dude what the hell is up with you today? You didn’t showed up to the council meeting this lunch and now I’m put in trouble because of some random screamings that came from this room!” Sabrina was mad.

“Well I’m sorry, I’ll promise I’ll make it up to you.” Denny apologized. She walked away as Markus appeared behind Denny’s back. Denny went to the window to have a talk with Markus.

“There’s no screamings, but there IS creamings.” Markus joked. The two laughed uncontrollably.

“I enjoyed it while it lasted, but sadly things need to come to and end.”, said Denny.

“You should spend the rest of the time hanging out with people. Trust me Denholm literally gets along with everyone. He makes everyone feel special.” Markus said.

“Ok, I’ll meet you later at the parking lot. And I promise, I’ll bring him back in one piece.” said Denny. The two then had one last kiss before Denny said goodbye.

Chapter 5 - Sweet Goodbye

As Markus pulled up to Denholm’s house, it was all set. It was time for Denholm to return.

“Are you ready Mr Singh?” Markus asked.

“Well I am gonna miss being this kid. He’s all I ever wanted to be.” Denny said as he looked into Denholm’s reflection and felt his body one last time.

“Here it goes. Goodbye.” Markus said. Mr Singh unzipped Denholm’s body and went out. Then, Markus turned off the switch. Everything is now back to normal. Mr Singh then bid farewell to Markus to head home.

“See you tomorrow, kid. Calculus homework is due.”, said Mr Singh.

“Markus.. is that you?” Denholm mumbled as he tried getting up from the ground.

“Denholm… I- I’m…” Markus couldn’t finish his sentence.

“Why.. why does my arms hurt so bad… And it felt like I pulled my groin… Argh… it hurts.” Denholm struggled to walk.

“Well.. nothing happened I promise!” Markus was shaking.

“That’s good to hear, you should get going now. Thank you so much bro.” Denholm hugged Markus as he left.

“Well, at least the real you is still kind to me. But I know all I’ll ever get is a hug.” Markus whispered as he walked away from Denholm’s place.

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