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masterofpossession · 2 months ago

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The New Pool Boy

(by YoungTrevor, but with a twist from me)

"Are you ready to be fucked like a real man, boy?"

"Yes sir, master. I'm ready," My boy blurted out. This body of mine was naturally horny all the time and my raging hormones were almost getting out of control, I was loving every minute of it.

"Well, you need to earn that privilege. Go out and go to my office and be me. Then, you’ll workout for two hours and then come home sweaty, so I lick your body and asshole clean. That's your duty as my boy," I said, flashing a smug grin. I could tell he was speechless and aroused. However, this was precisely the way it was supposed to happen. I was the master of this house (still am) and he was the pool boy, but now the tables have turned. Well, physically, to say the least.

Jordan was a genius business graduate, whom I hired as my intern (while housing him as my pool boy after we fucked around for a few months on the down low). As an intern, he’s brilliant bringing new and fresh ideas to my business. As a pool boy, well ... at least he’s hot to look at and great as a beautifully submissive fuck toy, so I kept him around. When I found the Medallion of Zulo, I didn't hesitate what to do. I grabbed one of his underwears and soon I was an exact physical copy of him. It was such an erotic and sensual experience that I jerked off over and over. But I wanted more than that. I needed to fuck my body. A part of me thought it was a bad idea, however, the medallion can change my physical appearance and behave like Jordan, mentally and emotionally, I stayed the same.

So I went out and took Jordan inside. Soon he transformed into my former muscle daddy self. Watching him getting dressed in his power suit made my cock twitch even more. That was my suit. I was wearing it before I changed. A sudden sense of deception washed over me as I realized that I've demoted myself to the role of looking like a muscle twink pool boy, I still am the assertive man of the house. I was extremely aroused and wanted him badly! But, he played my role to the letter at the office. No one realized that wasn’t actually me; it was my genius, subservient intern.

After he got home working out my body, I rewarded him by licking the sweat off of him and fucking his brains out.

Now, he goes into the office as me. He did hire me on as a junior executive and “bosses” me around. But at home, Jordan is my muscle daddy fuck toy and I make him clean the pool wearing my Speedos. What more can this muscle twink want in life?

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masterofpossession · 2 months ago

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Swap Kink Accepted!

(I just changed it just a little bit. I hope you like it.)

“Yea, Worship your former muscles babe! Fuck these arms are huge. And rock solid. And now they’re MINE. Mmmm yes, feel them. Feel how strong I am now. How does it feel to be so skinny now? I bet you haven’t weighed so little in years!”

“No, babe…I feel so tiny in your body, but I love how huge your cock is.”

“Not gonna lie, babe, at first I thought this swap kink of yours was pretty weird, but now that I’m in your body, FORMER body, I am already loving it. I always loved your muscles and your bubble butt, but now that they’re mine, I love them even more. I know you’re a modest guy, but I think people will start noticing a big change. Can’t wait for people to notice. The thought of them calling me narcissistic, self-absorbed, ‘douche’ makes me so hard. And you’re gonna worship me and fuck me with my former cock too, right? Of course you are. That’s what you wanted, bitch. To take everything that was yours and make it mine. And I’m never giving it back, babe–feels too good. Hell, I think I’m gonna invite some other guys over to worship me and fuck me along with you. And I know you can keep up with them.”

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masterofpossession · 2 months ago

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Brotherly Love

(written by vchris1989 with a twist by me)

“Everything alright, boys? Heard some commotion,” Mr. Grant asked with concern as he peeked his head into his youngest son, Ian’s, room. Brown haired 19 year old bodybuilder Ian was in bed finishing up some college homework and it looked like his curly haired 22 year old bodybuilding brother, Warren, was lounging on a beanbag shirtless and playing video games after a long weightlifting session at the gym.

“Yeah, Dad. Everything’s cool. Just finishing up some work,” Ian assured him.

“And I’m hanging around in case he has any questions,” Warren added.

“But I thought I heard a noise. Sounded like someone fell or was in pain,” Mr. Grant said with concern.

“Oh that. Just got my ass kicked in Halo 5. Walked right into a head shot. Guess I was a little loud,” Warren explained, putting his father’s worries at rest.

“Okay sounds good you two. Ian, try not to study too hard. Your older brother could teach you a thing or two about having a good time. By the way, boys, how’s your workouts?,” Mr. Grant asked.

“It’s going great! Been leaning down and I put Ian on some new supplements. Also met two creepy old dudes too. They say they feel like new men after meeting us,” Warren said nonchalantly.

“Well, that’s great to hear! G’night boys,” Mr Grant said, beaming inside from the pride he had in his boys.

“Goodnight, Dad!” the two sons echoed back as he closed the door and went back to his room downstairs.

When the coast was clear the two brothers made brief eye contact before Warren hopped on the bed, immediately pulling his little brother into a passionate kiss and embrace.

“You heard the old man. I could teach you a thing or two about having a good time,” Warren said with a cute grin.

“That was fucking close, man,” Ian said as his older brother began kissing his way down his neck.

“Like how I threw in ‘brand new men’? Glad we chanted our spell when these boys arrived.” Warren said while licking his brother’s neck.

“I mean talk about perfect timi- ohhhhh shit man!” Ian gasped out as his older brother stuck his head up his shirt and began ravenously licking and sucking on his nipple grabbing the massive pecs. Ian pulled his shirt up to give his big bro better access.

“Careful ‘Baby Bro.’ I don’t think the old man’s gonna believe the Halo excuse if he hears your moans echoing through the house. Especially not if he walks in on you pounding my ass full of cum,” Warren said with a smirk.

“I’ll try my best to keep it down, but no guarantees,” Ian replied, biting his lip in a cute and somewhat nervous way.

“Something tells me we’ll be alright, little man,” Warren reassured his little brother as they both stripped their shirts off, followed by every other shred of clothing.

“You’re right. The old man isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” he said, making them both chuckle before Warren laid down on his little brother, bringing their muscular and buff bodies together as they began ravenously making out and grinding against each other.

Both brothers began breathing harder as they picked up the intensity and starting grinding their engorged cocks together.

“Wow look at that. Guess I shouldn’t call you Little man, That cock’s almost as big as mine!” Warren said in admiration before crawling back and grabbing his little brother’s fuckstick in one of his hands. “Looks fucking delicious,” he joked before leaning in and gently licking Ian’s cockhead.

“Mmmmmmm ... oh fuck!” Ian groaned lightly as his big bro licked his cock head again, and again until finally he took the whole thing in his mouth and began swirling his tongue around the younger boy’s cockhead like a car doing laps at Nascar.

Ian kicked his legs out, toes curled from the sensation as his lean core tightened and he bit his lip to keep from hollering out.

Warren let his little brother’s cock out of his mouth when he tasted a drop of precum hit his tongue.

It wasn’t long before Ian had eaten out his big brother’s tight, virgin hole before slowly working his cock in, marveling at the almost supernatural tightness. They started slow and tender at first, but a solid half hour later Ian was power thrusting into Warren. His big brother was on his back with his thighs spread wide and his legs wrapped tight around his ass, pulling him closer with each thrust. Warren was biting down on a sock to help him keep his volume down as he moaned endlessly as his little brother kept fucking him full of long, thick dick.

Ian felt himself getting close, so he reached down and pulled the sock out of his brother’s mouth. “You think you can handle this?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah! Fucking fill my muscular ass. I can take it!” Warren begged as he squirmed underneath his brother, overwhelmed by the satisfaction of being stuffed so tight and full each time his brother’s cock slid deep into him.

Ian growled gently as he picked up his pace, something that made Warren gasp for breath and go slack-jawed. Then the moment arrived and there was no turning back. Ian slammed into his big brother, groaning and squirming as the shots of cum began rocketing deep into Ian. “Oh fuck yeah fucking take it!” he roared as quietly as possible as he thrust and thrust, over and over again, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into his muscular big brother. Warren was a good slut–each time he felt a new shot of cum surging into him he got an erotic chill, and he was sincerely caught off guard as he felt an unmistakable tightness building up in his balls.

“Oh shit! I-I’m gonna cum!” Warren gasped out as his back arched and he began trembling.

“Yeah you love Baby Bro’s cock, dontchya?” Ian said with an exasperated smile as he kept pile-driving his brother, a sweaty mess of testosterone as he honed in on Warren’s prostate, finding the spot that made the boy yelp like a bitch in heat.

He kept thrusting into that spot over and over, long after he had finished launching his own loads of cum. Ian was on a mission to make his big brother cum from nothing more than his love of getting stuffed full of dick. Ian finally got his way as his older brother clenched every muscle in his body. Warren’s reaction was to reach for his cock, but Ian grabbed both of his arms and pinned them down, still thrusting into that powerful man-cunt with primal power. He was delighted as he watched his big brother squirm and desperately fight back against his bound arms, but only because he knew how much better this would be for Ian.

“It’s gonna be so much hotter this way! I promise!” Ian insisted right before he saw Warren’s pupils dilate.

Warren arched his back one last time as he opened his mouth to shout, but no sound came out. The collegiate bodybuilder thrashed around wildly as his brother kept stuffing him full of cock while his own untouched cock began launching his cum in every direction as he squirmed in place. Warren’s thrashing body meant his cum launched not just all over his body and his older brother’s toned body, but all over his bed sheets, left and right. His juices sunk in, embedding in the fabric and giving the room the odor of raging sex.

Ian finally stopped thrusting into Warren as the man’s cock stopped twitching, finally giving them both a chance to calm down. Ian collapsed forward onto his older brother, splashing the pools of cum that were all over their bodies. He was still inside his big brother, but his cock was quickly returning to its relaxed size. Still, he left it buried as a sign of subservience to Warren and because he knew it made Warren more comfortable.

The brothers kissed tenderly as they rubbed their bodies together until Ian finally pulled out, laying next to his big brother (something which got his back wet with cum.)

“You sure made a mess,” Ian teased.

“Shit I know right? Had no idea this stud had it in him,” Warren said with amazement as he oddly pointed himself out in the third person.

“Holy fuck he looks so good on you. Yeah, you make such a good slutty older brother,” Ian said with a chuckle.

“Are you kidding me? Knowing it’s you in that muscular build got me so fucking hot and hard. You know I make a fucking amazing power bottom big brother,” Warren replied.

“I think we could stay in here. I’m pretty sure we could blend in. I’ll be Warren and you can be Ian. We can have sizzling hot brother sex every night. We can make these hot men do whatever we want,” Warren said with a grin.

“I do think we could fool everyone. I mean when we were possessing these studs, shit I thought we were so gonna get caught with all the noise and yells they were making. But our new Dad believed you were just yelling after getting your ass kicked in Halo? Glad we got them under control in time so he didn’t walk in on them convulsing trying to push us out. Fuck it, let’s keep these bodies! Let’s stay in these bodies forever!” the elderly man inhabiting Ian said.

“Fuck yeah you make such a sexy big bro,” the elderly man inhabiting Warren said.

“Kiss on it?”

The brothers moaned as they wrestled tongues clear past midnight, now merely the vessels of two middle aged men who planned to exploit and use these sexy, muscular and youthful bodies for a lifetime of sweaty and sizzling hot fucking.

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masterofpossession · 3 months ago

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A Body Stealer Tale: Tourists

Nikolay was a muscular and tall man; he was doing his night jogging when he passed by a gay couple; they looked like tourists.

He noticed the two men ogling him, but he was used to guys ogling his muscles, so he didn't pay much attention and just continued jogging.

"Freeze." Nikolay heard one of the men say behind him. For some reason, he did, and for some weirder reason, his vision got blurred and his mind became foggy.

He felt like his brain was hit by a strong blow leaving him disoriented.

"I have to wear this hunk! Take a photo of us babe." Nikolay heard one of them say, he then saw the short, bald guy approach him and cup his sweaty biceps, "His arms are massive, babe. Flex for us, you dumb hunk." The guy ordered, and Nikolay did. While he stood there flexing, Nikolay couldn't form a single straight thought, but he still could feel something was wrong. He felt the bald man's hands grabbing his thick biceps while the other man was taking pictures of them.

"Done," The man with the camera said.

The bald man then turned to look at Nikolay and smirked at him, "You're so hot, thank you for building such a hot body," He said, putting a hand inside Nikolay's pants and cupping his cock and balls, "Soon everything will be mine, say it, you dumb hunk."

"Soon everything will be yours, I'm a dumb hunk." Nikolay said, his voice deep and robotic.

"Where are you going to put him babe? Do you want to bring him to our hotel?" The other man asked.

"No, I can't wait that much, I need to wear him right now."

"There's an alley right here, you could do it there. I will stay here watching the entrance."

"Thank you babe." The bald man then turned to Nikolay, who was still double flexing, motionless like a mannequin. "Follow me to the alley, these biceps are gonna be mine."

"Follow you to the alley... these biceps are gonna be yours," Nikolay repeated mindlessly, following the strange man to the dark alley.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, the man's boyfriend scrolled through the photos he'd just taken of his boyfriend with the muscular stranger. Two years had passed since they first found each other, and every moment had been an exploration, an adventure. This trip to Russia was no different—a celebration of their anniversary and their shared desire to wear men. His boyfriend had always been drawn to the rugged allure of Russian men, and tonight was the fulfillment of that long-held fantasy.

He was used to his boyfriend wanting to wear every hot man they came across, and he loved him for it. He could hear grunts and moans coming from the alley—the grunts belonging to the muscular man, and the moans to his boyfriend

He couldn't help but smile. This was their way to love each other; there was no other way for two body stealers to show love.

He smiled when he saw the hot hunk walk out of the alley with a sexy grin. "So? How do I look?" The man asked, giving him a double flex.

"You look fantastic, babe," He responded in awe; he stepped closer and gave him a passionate kiss. He pulled back and caressed his boyfriend's new face. "We should get back to our hotel, I can't wait to test out your new Russian body in bed."

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masterofpossession · 3 months ago

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A Body Stealer Tale: Tourists

Nikolay was a muscular and tall man; he was doing his night jogging when he passed by a gay couple; they looked like tourists.

He noticed the two men ogling him, but he was used to guys ogling his muscles, so he didn't pay much attention and just continued jogging.

"Freeze." Nikolay heard one of the men say behind him. For some reason, he did, and for some weirder reason, his vision got blurred and his mind became foggy.

He felt like his brain was hit by a strong blow leaving him disoriented.

"Done," The man with the camera said.

"Soon everything will be yours, I'm a dumb hunk." Nikolay said, his voice deep and robotic.

"Where are you going to put him babe? Do you want to bring him to our hotel?" The other man asked.

"No, I can't wait that much, I need to wear him right now."

"There's an alley right here, you could do it there. I will stay here watching the entrance."

"Thank you babe." The bald man then turned to Nikolay, who was still double flexing, motionless like a mannequin. "Follow me to the alley, these biceps are gonna be mine."

"Follow you to the alley... these biceps are gonna be yours," Nikolay repeated mindlessly, following the strange man to the dark alley.

He couldn't help but smile. This was their way to love each other; there was no other way for two body stealers to show love.

He smiled when he saw the hot hunk walk out of the alley with a sexy grin. "So? How do I look?" The man asked, giving him a double flex.

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masterofpossession · 3 months ago

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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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masterofpossession · 3 months ago

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"N-No... you're... you can't..."

Charles was always a fighter. This was about the fifth or sixth time I had taken him over, but I could tell his resistance was slowly starting to diminish. Now I could finally take him over in public and have little attention drawn to us--aside from the occasional face of effort.

Now then, which hunk am I gonna take home tonight?

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masterofpossession · 3 months ago

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THE GREAT HOST IV

It had been a difficult few weeks.

After the possession, I had a hard time getting back into my normal routine. Days went by and I still felt empty.

According to police reports, it was normal to feel this way, as if it were a side effect. However, my brother and my family were always there.

I had gone back to college, to the gym, I had started hanging out with my friends again... but it wasn't the same, I wasn't the same.

Despite my mother and brother's insistence, I had not stopped smoking, I could not. But it was not just an addiction, there was something else. A thought that remained in my head and scared me.

During the possession, Bob displayed a cocky attitude that I never had. But now, months after the incident, I think deep, deep down there were parts that I liked.

As I went out into the street, I lit a cigarette and headed to the bar where I had arranged to watch the match with my friends and my brother. Antón would come later, because he was training now. I walked around the city for a while, I liked the freedom I had. When I accidentally bumped into a man

Sorry man.

Don't worry, he replied.

There was something about him that looked familiar.

Without thinking much, I continued on my way. I briefly entered the market in the square next door, I needed to go to the bathroom. I put out my cigarette with my foot. I used to find it disgusting, but I had gotten used to it.

I walked around the market before going to the toilets. But while I was urinating, I heard the bathroom door close.

When I turned my head to see who it was, the man I had bumped into earlier was standing there, a dark smile on his face.

Hello again, the man said cheekily.

I see you've been working out. Those legs are wider than last time.

What?! I said

I have not seen this man before, what is he saying, I thought

I'm glad you took care of our body in my absence, Paul. It's a nice touch on your part.

Oh no, he no, please

Y-You

Bob!!!!

In the flesh. Well, not exactly, I borrowed this one. But I like you better, you know what I mean, Paul.

Suddenly, Bob's real body emerges from the man in front of him, and he falls to the ground as if he were dead. Thank God, he was breathing, but Bob quickly approached me and placed his fat old hand on my chest.

Ready to go for a ride, just like old times?

I could only hear my heartbeat, I was paralyzed with fear and a feeling of oppression made me sweat cold as I looked at him.

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masterofpossession · 3 months ago

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A Better Marcus Than Marcus

It all started when my sister’s boyfriend, Marcus, did a complete 180. The guy used to be your textbook finance bro—straight-laced, all about stocks, cryptos, and protein shakes. He was also the type who’d casually flex his "intellectual superiority" at family dinners like he was the human embodiment of a TED Talk nobody asked for.

Then, out of nowhere, he turned into this fun, carefree dude. He started to grow his hair and beard and constantly walk shirtless, showcasing his unfairly perfect pair of pecs and set of abs. He even tattooed his arm—something I would never expect from him. It wasn’t just a change in style; it was like he had become a totally different person.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Then it hit me—my sister’s ex, Dylan, a scrawny hippie who could’ve been the poster child for essential oils and “love, man” vibes. Dylan and I had gotten along great back in the day, mostly because he shared a little secret with me: a drug. No, not this kind of drug. This stuff could turn anyone into a bodysuit. Yeah, you heard me. One hit of this thing, and you could empty someone out, leaving behind a perfectly usable, skin-tight vessel. Thanks to him, I solved my bullying problem at school by wearing the jock leader's body.

Then, one day, Dylan disappeared from our lives after my sister dumped him. No warning, no goodbye, nothing. I thought that was the end of it. Turns out, it wasn’t.

Fast-forward to tonight. We’re having a family dinner at my parents’ house, and Marcus is here, all smiles and carefree vibes, making dumb jokes with my parents. It was the perfect chance to test my theory. I waited until everyone was distracted with dessert and pulled Marcus aside to a quiet corner of the house.

“I need to talk to you,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice low.

He cocked an eyebrow but followed me. Once we were out of earshot, I didn’t waste any time.

“I know you’re not really Marcus,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know it’s you, Dylan.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, then a wide grin spread across his face. “Took you long enough, bro,"

He opened his robe even more to show me his muscular body, looking like he was showing me an outfit and not another man's skin, “Yeah, it’s me. Poor Marcus never saw it coming. Injected this asshole with the stuff after he dropped your sister at your house, and bam! Marcus went to bodysuit city.” He chuckled darkly. “I’ve been living my best life ever since and with the love of my life."

I’ll admit, I wasn’t surprised. But hearing it confirmed still left my mouth agape.

"So, what now? You gonna rat me out to your sister? You wouldn't do that to good old Dylan here, would you? Not after I helped you turn your jock bully into a bodysuit. I even helped you out at faking his disappearance, I had to drive to another state to get rid of that bodysuit."

I smirked. “That depends. What’s in it for me?”

Dylan—or Marcus, I guess—laughed. “Alright, how about this: I let you enjoy Marcus’s body anytime you want, as long as you keep your mouth shut.”

It was a twisted offer, but let’s be real—I’d had a thing for Marcus since day one. The chance to have him, even under these bizarre circumstances, was too good to pass up.

“Deal,” I said, extending a hand.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, bro,” he replied, shaking my hand. Before we could head upstairs, my sister caught us in the hallway.

“Where are you two going?” she asked.

Thinking quickly, Dylan—Marcus—flashed his charming smile. “Your brother wanted to show me his collectible…uh…vinyl record collection. Said he’s got some rare finds.”

She bought it. “Wow, bonding over music. Finally. I’m proud of you two. Don't take too long, we're going to have karaoke." She leaned forward to give Marcus a kiss and walked away.

As soon as we were in my room, the facade dropped. I locked the door, and he turned to me, that sly grin back on his face. “Alright, bro,” he said, taking off his already unbuttoned white shirt and letting it fall to the floor. “Let’s see what you’ve been fantasizing about.”

I immediately pushed him down onto his knees, grabbing a handful of his long hair to assert control. “You’re going to start by sucking me off like a good slut,” I whispered.

His grin widened as he complied, reaching for my pants and pulling them down. His warm mouth quickly wrapped around me, and I let out a satisfied groan as he worked his tongue expertly. Once my cock was slick and throbbing, I pulled him back by his hair, forcing him to look up at me.

“Get on the bed, on all fours, now! You're my secret boyfriend slut now,” I ordered. He obeyed, taking off his pants and crawling onto the bed completely naked with his huge ass waiting for me. It was the sight I've been dreaming of ever since my sister introduced Marcus.

I walked over to my desk and turned on some rock music to muffle what was about to happen.

Climbing onto the bed behind him, I gripped his long hair tightly as I positioned myself. Without hesitation, I thrust into him hard, using his hair as leverage. Dylan moaned as I filled Marcus' ass. This wasn't our first time together. When Dylan was wearing my hot bully's body, he let me fuck him as a final revenge before he dumped the bodysuit in another state.

Marcus' back arched, and he let out a muffled moan, the sound drowned out by the loud music. I didn’t let up, pulling his hair like reins as I pounded into him mercilessly.

I leaned down on his back as I filled Dylan's—Marcus' ass with my cum. “You make a better Marcus."

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masterofpossession · 3 months ago

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Crown Legend

Alex Gonzalez lived by one motto in life: work hard, play hard. Those four short words were all the young Latino needed to motivate himself every morning before work. Working in construction was no walk in the park, but it paid good money, and money was Alex’s second favorite thing in life (the first being women, of course).

The clock struck 6PM that Friday evening. As always, Alex was the first one to clock out and leave.

There was going to be a huge party at La Rana Mojada tonight. Alex knew he just needed to be there. He drove back to his apartment in record time and ran inside with great excitement, only to go into a coughing fit due to a strong smell assaulting his nose as soon as he walked in. The cause of the smell stood a few feet away from him in the form of his roommate Rico, who was already dressed to the 9s and ready to head out.

“Aye pa, what the fuck is that smell?” Alex said. Rico grinned before responding.

“It’s this new cologne that just hit the markets. Crown Legend. Shit’s expensive as fuck but I was able to snatch one up before they sold out again. Smells good, huh,”

“Yeah it smells alright but fuck man it’s too strong!!”

“You think so? I haven’t noticed, but hey, the bitches go crazy for Crown Legend! Check it, these two blonde chicks were all over me after they caught a whiff of me!”

Rico whipped his phone out and showed Alex photographic proof. The women surrounding Rico in the photos were gorgeous, with their glossy lips and massive racks. Alex couldn’t lie; he was impressed by his roommate’s game, maybe even a little bit envious too.

“So wassup, you’re coming to La Rana tonight right?” Rico asked.

“Yeah man. I just gotta get ready first. I’ll catch you down there, save me a shot alright.”

The two men dapped each other up and went their separate ways. Alex showered and then went to his room to get dressed for the night.

Alex couldn’t stop thinking about Crown Legend as he got ready. The cologne’s overwhelming scent made him dislike it. But despite its strength, it did smell pretty damn good. Plus, Alex couldn’t deny the success it brought with the ladies. The cologne already helped his roommate pull a couple of bad bitches. If it helped Rico, surely it would help him too.

As that last thought crossed his mind, Alex found himself unconsciously walking over to Rico’s room. He grabbed the blue bottle from the top of his dresser. Even from just the feel of the sleek bottle in his hand, Alex could tell it was very high-quality cologne. No doubt Rico spent a lot of money just to buy it…

Alex decided to give himself a quick spritz on his wrists. He went in for a quick sniff, only to go back for a deeper sniff once the scent filled his nose. The cologne had a luxurious scent that smelled of aged oud coupled with amber resin and a touch of citrus. All he needed was to get over the initial shock of how strong it was to realize how great it smelled. Alex wasn’t sure what got into him; he just couldn’t get enough of it!

Then, against his better judgment, he showered himself in Crown Legend. He sprayed it all over his neck, chest, and arms, only stopping once he was fully doused in the expensive cologne. Once he was satisfied, Alex put back the cologne bottle and returned to his room like nothing happened. He finished getting ready and then left for La Rana.

The party was already in full swing by the time Alex had arrived. Heads were turning the moment he walked in, though that was mostly because of the obscene amount of cologne he was wearing. Alex loved all the attention regardless. He walked over to the bar with a haughty strut, downed two shots of tequila like it was water, and proceeded to flirt with any woman who caught his eye. By the end of the hour, he was out on the dance floor with a beautiful, busty brunette as his dancing partner. Alex almost couldn’t believe how quickly he scored that night. His success cleared the last bit of doubt in his mind. Crown Legend was a game-changer!

As Alex danced and drank the night away, he began to notice something strange happening to him. Even though he was surrounded by some of the hottest women he had ever seen, he found himself eyeing some of the men in the club. He quickly corrected his line of sight back to a woman every time he caught himself checking out some dude. Yet despite his efforts, Alex just couldn’t resist the male eye candy all around him. Alex licked his lips as he watched with hungry eyes various men swaying their hips to the rhythm of the music, their skin glistening with sweat underneath the strobing club lights. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to get close to one of those men and—

“What the fuck’s going on with me…” Alex held a hand to his temples. The music was way too loud all of a sudden. The lights too bright. Desperate to escape the over-stimulating environment, he rushed to the bathroom and ran inside an empty stall. As he tried catching his breath, Alex noticed how hot he was. His clothes were clinging to his body with how sweaty he was. He decided to strip down to just his underwear to cool down, hoping it would help whatever was going on inside his mind and body.

Alex sighed. As he leaned against the bathroom wall, a certain moist sound coming from the neighboring stall perked up his ears. Like most men, Alex almost immediately recognized the fapping sound. He turned and saw some guy’s pants hanging around his hairy ankles. There was also a sizable hole covered up with toilet paper in the divider separating the two stalls. He must’ve missed these details due to how fast he ran in. Coupled with the stifled groan the guy just let out, it became all too clear what was going on.

Normally, Alex would’ve been disgusted by what he was witnessing, but that wasn’t the case this time. Instead, he listened to the sensual sounds of some guy stroking his cock like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. There was something exciting about meeting another man in a public bathroom. Alex could feel how fast his heart beat as he massaged his nipple, letting out a small grunt with every pinch he gave himself. The man groaned a little bit louder in response, encouraging Alex to join in on the fun. And so he did.

He took a step forward. His socks were now visible to whoever was in the other stall. A moment passed without either of them saying or doing anything else. Then, the man took the rolled-up paper out of the hole and leaned in, giving Alex a clear sight of both his lips and the bushy facial hair he had. The sight of another man’s mouth, ready and eager to please, pushed Alex over the edge. Before he knew it, a massive tent had already formed in his underwear. No longer able to hold back, Alex took off the last piece of clothes he had on and slipped his hard member into the hole. The man took him inside his mouth and began sucking away on his sensitive tip.

“Ugh? Oooohhhh…”

Alex threw his arms behind his head as the pleasure from the man working his way down his meat overtook him. He titled his head into his hairy armpit and sniffed it. The mix of his own body musk combined with Crown Legend was delightfully intoxicating, causing him to let out an obscene moan with every whiff.

The man had a warm, wet mouth and he knew how to keep a firm grip with his lips. The man took his time too, making sure to give every inch of Alex’s dick some attention before eventually taking Alex’s entire length down his throat. It drove Alex crazy every time the man’s thick mustache brushed against his own bush. He was moaning like a madman, pressing his hips against the stall divider, desperate to get his cock even deeper into the man’s throat.

“Arggg… Fuckkkk…”

It surprised Alex how much he enjoyed getting serviced by another guy. He was no stranger to getting head. He had received more blowjobs than he could even count! Yet this random, unnamed stranger was quickly on his way to taking the number one spot!

His.

“No… NO! STOP IT!”

Alex jumped away from the glory hole and rushed to get his clothes back on. The man yelped with surprise at how abruptly Alex had ended it.

“What happened?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

“NO! I ain’t gay!!”

“Are you sure? It seemed like you were really enjoying it—”

“Man, FUCK you!”

Alex threw his shirt on, then bolted out of there. He forced his way through the crowd of drunk people, only stopping when he finally got back to his car. He got in, drove as fast as he could back to his apartment, and hopped in the shower to wash everything off. Alex stood in the spray of warm water completely dumbfounded. He had been attracted to women and only women his entire life! The way he acted was just so… out of character for him. No matter how much he thought about it, he just couldn’t figure out why he was suddenly so attracted to men.

“Whatever. I’m never doing that gay shit again…” Alex swore to himself as he dried off with a towel. With only his underwear on, Alex stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway— where his roommate Rico was standing shirtless and still semi-drunk.

“Heyyy there… SEXY motherfuckaa…” Rico slurred his words as he spoke. Alex felt his nose twitch. There was a smell lingering in the air. Alex closed his eyes and focused on his sense of smell as he inhaled deeply. He could vividly smell the alcohol on Rico’s breath along with his sweaty body odor after a night of dancing, but there was another scent too. It was one Alex had become all too familiar with.

Crown Legend.

Alex took another deep sniff of the air, letting the cologne reignite his homoerotic desires, then let out a satisfied sigh. Rico smelled good, and Alex needed to get closer to him.

Alex closed the distance between Rico and himself and planted a firm kiss on his roommate’s lips. Rico kissed him right back. Their boorish grunts and deep groans filled the tiny apartment hallway as they made out like they were angry at each other. Alex pulled away to start licking and kissing his way down Rico’s body, beginning with the crane of his neck and only stopping once he was on his knees with Rico’s big, brown cock in his face.

“Nuuughhhh fuck yeah…” they groaned in unison.

Alex was experiencing sensory ecstasy. The sensual sounds of pleasuring another man with his mouth. The strong smell of Rico’s musk combined with the strong cologne. The feeling of another man’s cock filling up his mouth with every thrust. And finally, the salty, warm taste of swallowing his first-ever load as he drained Rico’s balls with his throat. Alex was red in the face and drenched with sweat by the time they finished. Hooking up with another dude was a pleasure unlike any other Alex had experienced, and it left him hungry for more.

“Hey, it’s only midnight,” Rico started. “We can still head out and fuck around some more. You down?”

“Fuck yeah I am, lemme go get dressed and let’s go!!” Alex replied. As he got up, Rico grabbed the bottle of Crown Legend from his room and looked at Alex with a devilish grin.

“Want another hit before we head out?” Rico swirled the bottle, causing the liquid fragrance inside to slosh around. Alex hesitated at first but quickly agreed when he remembered just how good Crown Legend smelled. The cologne had completely reworked his cognition from how much he had been exposed to it.

“Yeah, sure, just another little spritz or two wouldn’t hurt…”

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Hubba hubba! Look at this hunky piece of man-meat I’ve snagged—buff, handsome, and all mine! You should’ve heard the way he moaned as I squeezed into his muscle butt hahaha. Fatso’s trading scares for stares, fellas—don’t all line up at once! This guy’s balls are full and ready to bust!

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Don't you love the way this beefcake's body goes limp after the ghost leaves his body? 🤤 Don't worry, that spirit will definitely slide back inside later for round 2!

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Thanks for Giving Your Body

"You really should've joined us to Miami rather than seeking for your family's acceptance this Thanksgiving. Damian really got a trick on his sleeve,"

Johnny read the chat from Rick with his eyebrow furrowed. What the fuck was that chat all about? Suddenly, another message slides in, this time it's a picture, and Johnny's eyes instantly goes incredibly wide

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT SITE DID DAMIAN SHOWN TO YOU GUYS THAT HAS COACH COMBS BUTT-NAKED PICTURE?"

"Duh, are you purposefully being dumb or what? It's me dummy, we met Coach Combs on the beach and I slid into his fit hairy body. This is Damian and Lee now by the way, they met quite a hottie older friendship duo that they just turned gay for each other after one swift possession,"

Johnny's hand trembled in surprise. Is this for real? Fuck, he really should've ditched his family's Thanksgiving and just jet himself away with his fellas to Miami instead. His dick strained his short grey pants as he replayed the hint that Damian dropped about the spell he found online. But then his ear caught the voice of his most-awaited uncle downstairs and seemingly just arrived after his 8 hours drive from the other state and Johnny's eyes suddenly twinkled a rather mischievous smile

"Tell Damian to share the spell to me ASAP. I think I have just the plan and I will come join you three during the weekend,"

"No need, I have it in my notebook. Here, read the pics I just sent you,"

Johnny grinned and then quickly recited the spell. As his body instantly went limp, Johnny's astral form quickly dashed through the wooden floor and descended to the en-suite bathroom inside the bedroom designated for his Uncle Louis. As expected, the fit hunk instantly stripped himself for a shower as he has this habit of instantly showering upon arriving at his residences after every travel, and Johnny takes that isolation as a chance.

The studly man is all alone inside his bedroom with the door locked so Johnny knows no one will disturb this process. As his uncle undressed himself fully and started to round the towel around his waist, looking shredded as fuck yet a bit fatigued, that's when Johnny slides in smoothly with no resistance whatsoever into his uncle's physique. The invasion caused the massive stud to tremble a bit as Johnny's invading soul pressed and locked his own uncle's soul away into his own unconsciousness and mere seconds later, "Uncle Louis" is back to normal

"Happy Thanksgiving, Uncle Louis. Thanks for giving me access to this body so easily," he said with a smirk to the mirror as he then sniffed a rather peculiar smell wafting from his now massive body. Johnny then quickly raised his pit and grinned like a maniac as he then lick and huff his uncle's almost hairless yet sweaty pits as he found the source of the musky deliciousness that surrounded him.

"Hmmmm......8 hours of just driving inside an air-conditioned car yet you smelled this good? Fuck....imagine a 1 hour intense workout,"

Johnny then take it one step further as his mind raced with all sorts of scenario, hands rubbing the towel that covered his uncle's hard-on

"Oh how I wish my sweet otter of a gay nephew can come to my room and massaged my sore body after that lonely and tiring drive before I fuck his ass.....Oh dear God, wow, from where is this kind of thinking cumming? I'm such a perverted stud, ughhhh I really can use a warm hole to breed,"

He laughed a bit hearing his own uncle speaking like that and the reflection captured all sorts of the depravity he enacted using his uncle's body, but then he stared at the mirror with a serious gaze

"But I think he's sleeping now, because if he's awake, he will be coming down the stairs upon hearing my voice just like last Christmas, or even last year's Fourth of July when he went by my cabin. Heck, I was so oblivious that the gay nerd has a crush on me all this time! That long hug everytime we met or we have to separate to our own way, the way he always wanted to be in my car with me everytime the whole families went out, that queer wanted me to fuck his ass bad! Well you know what, maybe I should then fulfill his wish, fuck showering, I'll make his ass come down to my room so I can fuck him here, this is the only room with soundproof wall after all,"

He grabbed his uncle's phone and took a couple selfie of the massive stud and Airdrop it to his phone before eventually ejecting himself out from the body. Upon returning to his own body, he quickly send a picture to Rick

"Spare a room for this stud and don't get out yet, he'll come by on the weekend. But first, he's been driving all the way to fuck some sweet ass of his nephew on Thanksgiving, so please stay there until this weekend,"

Happy Thanksgiving week, folks! Rather than scouring the stores for Black Friday promos, why not thank yourselves for surviving this year with a good body to possess, control or shapeshift into?

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