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[taking-over-his-life]

taking over his life turned 3 today!

[taking-over-his-life]

[taking-over-his-life]

I wanted to be a biker, and my new job gave me a chance Ill never forget

I had just been successful at getting a promotion as a station manager to one of the central logistics hubs. The company had a range of logistics services including parcel delivery by van, specialist delivery by motorbike, and special link to the airport for customs clearance. I was really excited about it as it was only 5 miles from my house, and it was the first opportunity to manage 100 staff that was based at this site.

 My office was on the first floor and had a window that looked out over the main logistics centre, so I could see people coming and going on bikes and in vans.    

 In my first months I spent the time to get to know the management, supervisors and staff, or as many as I could. I spent a bit of time in the staff restaurant with the men and women that work there.

 I took special interest in the motorcycle courier section as I had a general interest in the bikes as well as those who rode them. They were out in all weathers and it showed on their leathers, and faces, well worn and when you got close you could also smell their gear. It took all my will power to keep my hands off them. I watched them in the smoking area in groups, laughing and horsing about with each other. 

 I was stuck up here doing the planning. Damn they seemed so happy so free. I watched as they came in from the rain, and put their drenched leathers over the radiators in the locker room. The smell wafted upstairs upsetting the women in the admin pool. I said I'd sort it, but damn I loved it. 

 I went down so they thought I was dealing. There were two guys in the locker room were in their undies, fuck I nearly came. ‘You ok guys’, I said. ‘Fucking soaking’ one replied, the other kept his head down. ‘Well get dry before you go out’. I said ‘Do we not supply waterproofs’ I said, ‘yes but forgot them’ he said. I walked out with a nose and lung full of that masculine smell. You would often find me down there during the day to get to know the guys.

 After a couple of months it was time for me to check out the night shift.

 There were a number of people I had not met, plus I wanted to see how the shifts worked. I checked in advance, and there was one controller who was at the far side of the complex, two drivers and 1 motorcycle courier who were working that night shift. 

 I arrived at about 1 am, and went straight to my office to do a little bit of work before I introduced myself to those on duty.

 I decided to go in nice and tidy, and wear a suit. After about 30-minutes I went downstairs, and decided to go straight to the control room. There was a guy in it called Dan. He got a bit of a shock that I was there, but I had a good chat with him and asked where the drivers were. 

 Both are out on jobs but they would be back in about 2 or 3 hours. I said I would let him know if I was still here when they got back. I would also let him know when I was leaving. 

 I asked about the courier and he said he would be in the crew room which was under the admin block right at the other side of the complex. There was nothing scheduled for him that night he was just on standby for emergencies.

 I walked over to the crew room. It was about 5-minutes walk from the control room. Dan had to stay in control room to man the phone and the radio so I knew it was only me and the biker on that side of the building

 It will be interesting to meet him. It was about 3 a.m. I had a boner which is normal for me at night, I just somehow had to keep it hidden so a little bit of adjustment and I felt more comfortable.

 It was going to be interesting to see how he reacted when the boss arrived. I was always professional so didn't see it as a major problem for myself 5 minutes conversation and I'll be back upstairs and could have a real good wank.

 I went into to crew room and there was no one there that I could see, so I went around the other side by the kitchen just to see whether he was there there was no one there.  I decided to go out into a corridor and go into the locker room, it's always something I enjoy, as the smell of guys leather boots old clothes damp clothes so erotic. 

 I pushed the door open and to my shock I saw the courier on the bench in between the lockers wearing his off-road boots, leather jeans and a black T-shirt. His Boots were on the back of two seats with his hand on his dick wanking furiously.

 What shocked me is how much he was so into it, he neither heard nor saw me. I stood there getting so excited rubbing my own groin. He opened his eyes and jumped when he saw me. ‘Don't move’ I said really loudly,’keep going you need to release’. 

 He put his hand back on his dick and smiled at me, ‘you want to help’ he said beckoning me over. I did and walked over to him I got down on my knees and moved my head towards his erect dick and swallowed his shaft licking and sucking as I moaned with delight.

 My hands were on his leathered thighs, and I could feel his muscles under the warm leather. His gloved hands came over and pushed my head down so the top of his dick was at the back of my throat, I just moaned with absolute delight.

 I was inbetween his legs tasting his premium smelling his leathers and feeling the warmth of his body through the leather was just incredible.  I looked up at him pulled away from his dick, ‘upstairs’ I said, ‘I'm your new manager’ I said. He gulped and smiled, ‘ok sir’ he said. He stood up and I saw him better, ‘nice’ I said. He grabbed my ass, ‘I'd like a piece of that’. He followed me upstairs and into the admin area. I locked the door.

 That was it. We both let go of every inhibition.  We were all over each other in each others mouths ass nothing was left untouched. He took off his T to reveal a tattooed torso. I licked at those pecs and then enjoyed the days old stink from his pits, licking them clean.

 Off came his boots and socks. My head went straight into the boots pulling his foot stink into my nose and lungs. It was hypnotic, the socks were unbelievable, male hormone leather and foot smell. I decided to pull off his leather jeans. He was wearing thermals underneath. It wasn’t long before I had them off him and against my nose. He followed quickly by stripping me naked,after that it was body against body.

 He was lying on the sofa legs apart when I decided to stand over him and lower my ass onto that huge dick. He held my waist and guided me on. In seconds he was in me. Pushing hard as I bobbed up and down. I knew he was close due to the breathing and clenched my ass muscles, he came floods in side me, grunting and moaning

 I collapsed on top of him and cuddled in. He did the same. 

After 10 mins or so he got up and went to sit at my desk.  ‘Feels good’ he said, ‘how do I look?’

 I smiled at him picked up my briefs, and threw them at him. ‘You need to dress the part,’ I said. I walked over to him put my hand on his balls and said ‘but first let's get this off you’.

 I went to his dick and removed his cock ring, putting it on my own dick and balls, then the silver neck chain over his head and onto mine then his rings. 

 ‘Better dress the part’ he said.  He rushed to pull my briefs over his dick and balls, then the vest. I passed him my shirt trousers, socks, shoes and jacket, and watched him as he dressed. He was so excited.

 ‘How do you feel ‘I said, as he rubbed himself all over,’ just perfect’ he said with a smile on his face. ‘I’m the boss now and I need a biker’s dick in my ass. I want to take it over my desk’.

 I was taken aback but an offer like that can’t be refused. I moved toward him dick erect. I said ‘I’m a biker’, he said ‘put your gear on first’.

 I didn't need to be told twice and so his thermals went on my legs over my butt and encased my dick. The socks were next followed by the leather jeans. I zipped them up, felt them I was so damn horny. Then the trail boots filthy from wear went on went both my feet and got buckled up.

There was only his BO stenched black T which I pulled over my head. I was the biker now.

 ‘So boss’ I said ‘get you ass over here’. He stood up came round the desk and started to kiss me. I spun him around put my hands around his waist and undid his belt, unzipped him and let his pants fall down. I pulled down his briefs and undid my leather jeans manoeuvred my dick through the thermals pushed him face first down onto his desk. His ass was in the air. I slowly pushed my dick head against it and slowly and gradually moved in up to the hilt. I started to pull in and out then faster becoming more violent.

 He moaned in ecstasy. I was so hot I could smell his scent mingling with mine from the T shirt, and suddenly I just burst and cum flowed into his guts as I totally emptied my load. I dropped on top of him. Held him, and pulled out.

 He was just elated as was I. He pulled up the trousers and sat at my desk. 

‘Fucking incredible man I could enjoy this office, being the boss’, he said.,  ‘go get your jacket, helmet, gloves and reflective from the locker room biker man, then come back up and service your boss’ he said.  ‘They are on the bench’.

 ‘Yes boss’ I said, which excited him. I went down to the locker room, loving the feel of his jeans and boots.

 The rest of his gear was there. I pulled on his fleece which stunk of sweat, then the leather jacket. Zipped myself in and attached it to the jeans.  Fuck it felt good. His hi vis tabard and radio were next, and then I pulled his helmet over my head, and then started to pull, on the gloves. 

 Suddenly the door burst open.  I jumped, ‘Where the fuck have you been Dave’ Dan the controller shouted, ‘get the fuck on that bike Dave, I have an urgent pick up’. He gave me a ticket. ‘Get a fucking move on he screamed’.

 I had no choice I grabbed my gloves and headed out to the bike. He believed I was Dave. 

 The keys were in it. I started it up, entered the details into the sat nav pulled on the gloves and rode off

 It was about 4am, freezing cold and the rain was belting down. Ages since it rode a bike but his gear felt so warm and soft on my skin. I rode for 30mins feeling more erotic, and more at home in his gear. I walked in as a courier and picked up a parcel the guy gave me. He gave me an address for delivery. I put it in the satnav and headed off for the delivery. Before I did it I called into control to let Dan know.

 Before I set off, I got a call from the real Dave. ‘Where the fuck are you’ he said. I explained. ‘What do I do’ he said ‘people will arrive in a couple of hours.’ He was shit scared.  ‘Go to my place .car keys in top drawn it’s the BMW outside. I gave him my address. I was due to be off for a few days.

 It was 530 when it delivered the parcel. I was soaked, but it was so damn sexual and the smell from his gear incredible. The leathers were so tight on me must be the rain I thought.

 I reported to control. I was off at 6 so they told me to go home. I was exhausted

 It was two hours to my place. I was soaked the weather was worse. I wondered where he lived. I rang he answered 

 ‘I'm fucking soaked and freezing’ I said in a gruffer voice than normal, must be the cold. , ‘welcome to my life man’ he replied. ‘I’m in old street, where do u live I cant ride 2 hours in this rain’ I said, he replied. ‘Your ten mins away’ ‘Thank heavens, I’ll go to your place and come over to tomorrow’   ‘ok’ he said, he sounded different. 

 ‘Have u been drinking’ I shouted, ‘yep nice place here’ he said’ just be careful in my place’ I retorted ‘Great body’ he said, ‘what’ I responded, I didn’t know what he meant.  I felt the rain coming through on my chest, and my beard was rubbing on my helmet. Beard? I just put the thought away and headed to his place.

  I parked the bike and headed upstairs to the flat. I found the keys in an outside pocket of the soaked leather jacket. I got inside and started to undress. Helmet. Came off my head, I pulled the gloves off finger by finger, as they stuck to me. Totally sodden. The, soaked, jacket, was unzipped, and fell down my shoulders. Then the damp stinking fleece came away from my chest, then my BO covered t-shirt, I was naked on top and cold. I rushed to remove the boots, full of water; my feet were freezing, then my thermals and socks. I left them all n a pile in the hallway and headed to the bedroom. I saw the bed through the darkness and just jumped in.

 ‘Your fucking freezing’, came a shout from a woman. ‘Fuck’ I said. I pulled the duvet over my head and my ring caught in my hair, hair?  I curled up and she came over and wrapped herself around me. ‘Poor bugger’ she said ‘let's warm you up’. I was terrified she would notice I wasn’t Dave, but I felt best to just stay there and be quiet.  I felt her breasts against my back. Fucking hell, what is going to happen when she sees me and realises I'm not Dave. 

 It felt so good as she as she cuddled in. I went to sleep. The next minute, which must have been hours later, as it was daylight, she was sitting on the bed looking at me with a hot drink. I was shocked she accepted me. I took the drink and as I looked at my hands they were different tattooed, ‘fucking hell’ I said to myself. I put down the drink and walked naked to a mirror. I was shocked I was him it was his face his body. I felt his longer hair his beard, he was a hard biker. I could see the tats on my arms and chest, I was him, My dick started to harden as I felt myself. I liked it.

 ‘How, why’. I was stunned. She came and wrapped herself around me. ‘You still as gorgeous’ she said as she pulled me to the bed, pushed me down, and undressed.

 She was on me in seconds working my dick which responded. I felt her breasts and soon I turned her over and was fucking her for dear life.

 This new body responded to her touch feel and smell like nothing I've ever felt it was so erotic.

 I spent the rest of the day sleeping knowing that I had to get myself over to my own house that evening. The more time I spent in this body as Dave the more I liked it and I decided that maybe keeping it for a few extra days wouldn't harm anyone and will allow him a little bit of luxury in my place.

 She dropped off all of my leathers and so I took the opportunity of putting the same on and telling her I was going out for a ride.

 ‘Can I come’ she said. ‘yes babe’ I replied. I was starting to talk like him. Out came a cig and I started to smoke as I pulled on all my gear.  she disappeared to get ready and when she came out she was dressed head-to-toe in tight black leather with stilettos heels. I couldn't believe it she I couldn't believe it she was incredible. I grabbed her around the waist as we walked down to the bike. I was heading out into the country speeding all the way eventually stopping at a small coffee bar next to some Woods.

 We had something to eat and drink all the time she's rubbing her leg on mine under the table I felt it was time we took a walk the wooded area.

 When we got in there she started kiss me. I was a lot taller than her. So I lifted her up my placing my arms under her legs and pulling her upwards against the tree. She was now level with my face. I took my hand and unzipped her leather jeans which had its zip from back to front

 I was kissing her I gradually unzipped my leather jeans my erect dick pushing in her direction till I found her hole. I pounded her against the tree and she enjoyed every second moaning with Delight.

 I came deep inside of her we lay down on the ground and chatted she said that I seemed different. I asked ‘was good or bad?’ ‘very good ‘she said. after that we walked back to the bike and headed back to the flat

 I received a call from Dave. He told me how much you was enjoying his new richer life and would I be prepared to stay in his place for a little longer.

  I immediately said yes as I was quite enjoying the change he started to laugh

 I came to realise that the change was created by exchanging clothes and getting the sweat of the other person on me. I wondered if he had ever done this before. He told me it was a regular event between himself and his girlfriend. I was shocked, he had been her? He told me how erotic it was and how much she liked it. It was only his body that could do it.

  I couldn't believe what I just heard.  That night I asked her if she wanted to change and she said yes.  She loved to have a dick to fuck with again and so she began to gradually undress and I did the same.

 I took out a joint and had a beer in my hand as I sat and watched the show. She slowly and sensually started to undress. The bedroom was dimly lit and she was high. She sat on the floor in front of me and lifted one leg. Resting her stiletto boot on my knee. I moved forward and found the zip near her vagina and started to slowly pull it down to the sole of her boot, he leg slipped out. My nose immediately went into the boot.

 I did the same with the second one putting it to the side. She stood up in front of me as she turned around and asked me to untie the Basque. I did, it fell to the floor.

 My dick was just raging; I stood up and rubbed myself against her. ‘It will soon be yours Dave she said, ‘all yours’ you can then be fucked so hard. She rubbed her leathered hands over her huge ass and crotch. Smiling at me. ‘you want’ yes yes’ I said.

 ‘unzip me’ she said. I put my hand up to her neck and started to pull the zipper down on the one piece. Right down to her privates. I pushed the leather over her shoulders and unzipped the small zips at her wrists and pulled it off her arms it dropped open near her ass. She was wearing a leather bra, which was filled with her ample breasts.

 She sat on the bed, as I pulled the one piece past her ass and off her legs, I knew id be in it soon, and I was as hard as iron seeping precum.

She undid her stockings and rolled them down her legs throwing them as me. I caught them, then the suspender belt came off and now the leather knickers. ‘These are yours now’ she said. I lit any another joint, and keep drinking. ‘I want to be fucked in your body ‘I screamed.

 ‘Get you gear off man, its mine now’ she said ‘OK OK and I hurried to strip down naked. She smacked my dick and said ‘Ill be using that soon’,

 ‘help me off with my bra she said’. I undid the clasp and she pulled the leather bra off. Sit on the bed she said, and from behind me she put my arms through the bra, it rested on my chest too small for me but soon my chest began to change, it got smaller in girth and started to produce women’s breasts, that started to fill the bra. The nipples were so damn sensitive and I moaned as she fastened the clasp.

  She picked up her knickers and passed them to me and I put my leg through them and pull them up over my massive dick. It started to disappear and I became thinner as the knickers started to fall into place on my body. I was in an other world. She stood behind me and put the suspender belt on me, my hips changed to fit them. She then moved to the floor and put a stocking on my left foot which immediately reshaped itself and rolled them up attaching them to the belt. I couldn’t move or do anything it was like a permanent orgasm. She then did the other leg, and I could see I was now becoming her.

 She passed me her one-piece leather she had been wearing it was very tight on her and showed her ass. I put my legs into the leather and pushed my left leg down and it went in really easy because of the nylons.

 I could feel myself getting thinner and smaller and more curvaceous she came up behind me to help me to pull up the leather one piece so it was over my shoulders and I slid my new arms into it.  I then pulled the zip all the way up from my new vagina up past my new huge tits and up to my neck

 she then placed the Basque around my waist and started to lace it so it pulled my waist in making my ass look bigger it felt so so good. the rest was down to me as she was dressing in my gear.  I picked up this stilettos and with the right one I pushed my new foot into it and pulled it right way up to my waist I got hold of the zip and pulled it up.  I did exactly the same with the other leg.

 I picked up her leather jacket and gloves and pulled them on. Was this real, I felt all over my new body, the tight leather, inside was incredible the feelings.  

 I walked over to the mirror and I saw her reflection, not Dave’s I had changed places so what Dave had said was true. I sat down somewhat shocked enjoying the new experience and watching her dress as me and gradually her looks her body her size all changed she was now the new Dave.

 She (or he) wanted to go out on the bike again, this time to be in control to go to the same place and follow through with the same fuck session this afternoon, but she would be in control and I would be the one against the tree.

 I was more than happy to oblige, I wanted to know how it felt.  I followed him down to the bike, the new tight leathers rubbing my sensitive skin. Mt breasts we just so erotic as they moved in the bra and the leather knickers just slid backward and forward with my precum. I sat on the back for the first time and placed my arms around his waist. it was so sensual as I rested my breasts on his back

 What an incredible experience when we got there, he helped me off the bike holding my ass as we went into the woods. It wasn’t easy walking in stilettos so he held me close, This body was reacting. When we got to the tree, he gently rested me against it, kissing me as he rubbed my breasts. I had my leathered hand on his leather dick and gradually unzipped him and pulled it out. I licked his precum from my leather glove as we kissed.  His hands went in-between my legs and held my thighs lifting me off the ground so my vagina was opposite his erect dick, I pulled down my zip and pulled out my new breasts and then pushed the zip right down so it was opened right to my ass.

 the next minute his huge dick found the target, I was in ecstasy waiting for an experience no man has ever had. He started to push and his head slid into me, My head went backwards in ecstasy as he pushed it right up to the hilt. After that he was backward and forward in and out till he shots loads inside of me and I orgasmed.  my first female orgasm.

 The whole experience was incredible; I understand why these two do this regularly. No way was I going to give this up.

We rode home, stripped off, returned to ourselves and got absolutely drunk and drugged.

All this time the real Dave was texting me. I ignored it. He was wondering where I was. Fuck him; I’m not going back to what I was. I’m Dave and I’m not changing back.

[taking-over-his-life]

The leather bitch

t was a fantastic summers day. I had ridden down to Kent to be at the bull bikers bash, a hells angel run biking event. I was in my horniest leathers, laced jeans high boots leather shirt and jacket. Sunglasses just tipped the balance I was a horny fucker and knew it.

As the day rolled on I was getting hornier and hornier, some of the men were just out of this world, hot, hairy, dirty bikers, muscled and greasy woof, just what I liked. I followed several but got no where, they all seemed straight.

They were after the bitches here, and some of those were really hot, High thigh high leather boots leather trousers, bras, damn gorgeous, they even made me feel a little hard.  I had followed one guy a good distance through the crowds and had rubbed against him a couple of times, tats, sweat ,leather, hair, woof ,my kind of man. I was disappointed when he met up with this bitch.

She was about 5 8, short black hair, very pretty, dressed to fucking kill, more leather on her than a cow

His dick jumped when he saw her, fuck I wish I could been her for an hour or so as what followed just stunned me. He got down and pulled up her leather skirt and was straight into her cunt, licking like a good one, she was in ecstasy. Then he pulled her towards his dick and rammed it straight in, massaging her tits as he entered deep into her, it was heaven to watch.

He finished and went away, she looked at me, ‘did you like that’? She said, ‘yes’ I said ‘but not the way you think’. I’ bet I know, bum boi’ she said ‘you watched his arse more than mine’.

I blushed, ‘you got it, wish I could have been you for that session’ I said. ‘Now that would be interesting wouldn’t it, you'd have a cunt as well as a hole, huge tits, and lots of men. Saying that id be able to try outa dick, wouldnt mind trying.’ she said. ‘if only’ I said smiling at her taking in every curve.

I went back to her tent with her, It was covered in leather gear, we chatted for ages, and got on real well. Her name was Ann. We talked about possessing each others bodies and what we would do, it was so hot and horny. She let me touch her, all over and it got me going. My dick was hard and she sucked me off. First time for a bitch.

She pulled off her leather boots, 'smell these’ she said, and as I did I was getting horny, she liked it. ‘If you could change bodies would you,’ she said, Im not sure ’I responded ‘but id like to try’. ‘Take this’ she said and gave me a tablet, . ‘Do you want to swap gear, pretend your me and I'm you’, I looked at her standing there in full gear, ‘sure’ I said

She was so curvaceous in her gear, I would love to be her.

She stripped off and passed me her knickers. Her cunt had leaked the guys cum, but I wanted it and put them . they were warm and soft as they pressed against my dick. my dick was solid. Then she took off the suspender belt and stockings and passed them to me, I pulled the belt up so it was around my waist and started to pull on the stockings, They were black fish nets, not easy to manoeuvre, but soft and silky as I pulled them up on my legs and attached them to the belt..

‘I want your body Mr ‘she said ‘whats your name’ I responded ‘ Dave’. ‘Your now Ann’ she said’, I'm Dave’.' Call me Dave' she said  I did

She passed me her leather jeans tight and horny then the stiletto thigh boots, fuck I felt so good. The jeans were tight as I sat down and pulled them on then over my dick. The stilettos were high I pulled them on so the top came to my waist, I tried to stand up, difficult, but they felt hot.

At the same time she was wearing my gear, she took off her lthr jacket and bask then the bra

‘Suck these’, I sucked at her tits, ‘you want them, ’she said.  ‘you bet I do. ’I responded

I put her bra on ,it was warm where her tits had been, soft leather, she tied it for me, ‘here’, she said as she passed me some stuff to fill them

Then she helped with the bask and pulled it tight, I was feeling like her.

I pulled on here arm long leather gloves, and started to feel myself all over

We were dressed as each other. ‘Whats your name’ she asked, ‘I'm Ann’ I said. She was strapping a huge dildo to her waist. ‘On the bed bitch’ she shouted, I did as i was told, balancing to the blow up mattress on the floor of the tent, feeling the strangeness of her gear all over me. The tablet was taking effect and i was so damn horned up by this.

Suddenly my legs were in the air, a back zipper had been opened in my leather jeans, at the dildo she was wearing was entering me. ‘whats it like to be a bitch Mr.’ she said ‘I want your body and life and you will have mine.’

She fucked me deep and hard, and I played along, ‘Dave fuck me deeper’ I cried ‘fuck me hard I'm your bitch’ I screamed as I moaned with delight as the dildo went deeper and deeper into me. I looked at her in my gear the thought of a transfer was incredible. The tablet enhancing it.. I came in her knickers, and she got down and licked them out.

Gradually we both fell to sleep

I woke up about 4 hours later, with the noise of someone moving. As I looked I saw the back of leather clad guy leaving the tent, he was tall and had the same gear as me. Strange I thought. I stood up and was feeling really strange.

As I stood up I noticed I was wearing stocking and suspenders, I must have changed with her, I thought, yes i remember the role play last night. fuck, nice, but as I started to feel them, I felt different, fuck I thought, as I moved my hand to my dick, it was gone and a cunt was there instead, It was warm moist hairy, and it was a cunt, shit!!. I was terrified, what had she done, ‘no, no NO.’ I shouted but it wasn't my voice,  I got a mirror and looked, she had done it, I was her, it was her face, her body she had stolen mine.. Fuck want am I going to do

I was terrified, sweating ad pacing the tent. Looking around it was her gear bitch things. I started breathing slowly to calm down, and I started to feel my new self, huge tits, and boi are the nipples sensitive, huge hips, and a huge cunt as I touched it I tingled.

I stripped off, and lay there feeling and examining. I liked it, I could have that greasy biker now.

I searched around and found a pair of leather knickers and put them on, leather suspender belt and fish net stocking. I found some leather jeans and I had problems getting them on they were so tight, but fuck did they look good, no the thigh high leather stilettos fuck I thought. Can I walk in this.

I found a leather bra and a bask on the went, and boi did they fit well, then long leather gloves .

I needed to get out and get fucked.

Boi did I turn heads as I walked out. There was so much dick I could have, then I saw too black bikers, there dicks were sticking through their leather, woof I thought.

I went over too them and within minutes I was in a wood behind their tent

Their dicks were out and I was on my knees with both of them in my mouth God that was good.

There pre cum run down my chin, there hands caressing my tits, the feeling was unbelievable.

I let there dicks slide out of my mouth and stood up, one a huge guy, shaved head with a moustache pulled me to him and started to kiss me his tongue entered my mouth and caressed me, his hands pulling me too him and holding me firm, the other was stripping off my boots and jeans, licking at my arse and cunt, I was in heaven, then I felt the head of his dick against my arse gently pushing in, the second guy let me go and took out his dick and put it against my cunt, his hands were on my tits.

I pushed against his dick and it started to go in, the second guy entered my arse, his hands were on my nipples, the first guy started kissing me again and his hands were on my arse, Both got into a rhythm and both started to enter deep into me.

This was unreal, the feels just so intense, they started to pound me from both ends as well as deep tongue and nipple play, I just lost myself and got totally into it, deeper and deeper they went, I was totally into this, and didn’t want them to stop. After about 30 mins they bothy came inside of mf pushing so deep and hard I could feel their juices filling me, then they pulled out and we all lay on the ground.

After a few minutes, the bald one started to kiss me again and play with my tits, the other was stretching my legs apart, then I felt his tounge deep inside my cunt, he was licking me out and sucking his m8s cum they were gods .

Then it happened an orgasm, my first female orgasm, I was just lifted to another sphere, it was so so intense, I shuddered and screamed,

The in it was time to go, they handed me my leather knickers and I slid them on, enjoying the feel of the leather against my new cunt and ass hole, my new body and the gear, just turned me on I wanted to cum , but couldn’t, again. they watched me intensely. Then the leather bra, over my sensitive tits, fuck they were huge, the nipples sore and very sensitive after the session, then the jeans nice and tight, the boots, and the jacket and gloves, I was sex on legs and was looking for more.

Both kissed me and rubbed my cunt and arse and off I went.

I went to a tent with a bar. As I walked in the wolf whistles started. I got to the bar and this hairy muscled tattooed god, offered me a drink. Whisky and soda. I knocked it back and we began to talk. He passed me an e. I took it more whisky, and he wanted to dance . I got up and strutted my stuff. He was rubbing his erect dick against my pussy, and I liked it.

He got hold of me and led me outside. ‘I want to fuck you so much’, he said. ‘Me too, I want you in me’ I said. We went to his tent at the far end of the camp. By this time I was out of my head, he carried me part way, and I just looked up at him, fuck me I said

He stunk of oil, leather and sweat, his nazi metal helmet, cut of studded waistcoat and jacket, muscles and hair. My cunt was seeping, I was tounging him as he laid me down.

His head just moved and he started to lick at my leather crotch, I placed both gloved hands on the back of his head and pushed his head in.. he started to lick through the leather, while at the same time, massaging my tits,

I could feel his dick growing as his crotch was on my leg so I started moving about to stimulate it. I wanted him in me.

He got up on his knees, and started to pull my thigh high boots off me, one at a time,

Smiling at me with such a filthy smile he unzipped my jeans and gently pulled them off me, inside I was bursting . he got on top of me and started to tounge me, deep and penetrating. His leather covered dick pushing at my wet hot cunt.

He sat up and took out some quaffs, lit up and passed one too me, I took a drag. ‘They are strong babe’, he said, 'he stronger the better' I said, ‘I'm sure that cock of yours is thick and long, I may need this to survive,’ I smiled, he lifted his eyebrows, ‘then lets see’

He unzipped his dick and it emerged from the leather a good 12 ins and really thick. It was like a telegraph pole and I wanted it

I pulled him down on me and started to feel his hairy chest I want you in mw I said

He puled down my damp leather knickers and pointed his dick to my cunt, I grabbed hold of his arse and pulled, he started to enter me. Deeper and deeper, it was so good he was filling every inch of me.

In seconds we were both but naked and he was hammering me. Drugs flowed and two other bitched came in, I was fighting for his attention and didn’t like. It then 4 guys, and fuck was of them was Dave, my old self, fuck Ann you look hot he said

He was on me in seconds in a dark corner of the tent. You enjoying this, yes I said, I am too, having a dick is great, I wan t to fuck you rigid, please I said.

Soon I saw my own face and body feeling my own dick. I'm not giving this back Ann, you will when u tire, no never this is mine, I'm Dave, I started speak and he covered my mouth and forced an e in me, rest Ann, enjoy your new life, he forced his dick deep into me.

[taking-over-his-life]

The old shop

Written by my old friend Colt.

On a bright autumn day, when the low angle of the sun, the sudden warmth of Indian summer, and the riot of scarlet and yellow leaves all cast a spell over the Virginia countryside, I set off for a drive, with the car windows rolled down. Intense glare alternated with deep shadow, as the road wound through fields and woods. It led to a town called Hapsburg, where it became Main Street, nearly deserted on Saturday afternoon. I parked along the sidewalk, and got out to stretch my legs.

The buildings were of red brick or painted clapboard, one or two stories. Shop windows were empty, or contained faded posters, long out of date. I walked past a café, a drugstore, a lawyer's office, and a barbershop, all closed. Next came a shop that sold old furniture, chipped plates, sentimental pictures, obsolete farm tools—the debris of former households, past lives.

In the display window, draped over the back of a chair, as though the wearer left it there minutes ago, and would soon reclaim it, was a black leather jacket. Creased and scuffed, it had evidently seen hard use. So casually was it thrown on the wooden chair—was it also for sale? I tried the latch, and the ancient shop door opened. A bell jingled sharply overhead, as I stepped inside.

A pale, thin man seated behind a counter barely looked up from his newspaper. His eyes were watery blue or gray, and his hair was sparse, showing the scalp. I pretended to look at a dusty shelf of books, then wandered to the back of the shop, which seemed to have nothing of value. At last, I returned to the front. Except for the man at the counter, there was no one else.

The black leather jacket was compelling. I touched a sleeve—the leather was thick and heavy. I searched for a tag, a price, a label, but found nothing. On the shoulder, a red patch bore the legend: "Hapsburg Motor Patrol." "Go ahead," the man said. His voice was unexpectedly clear and strong, despite his age. "Try it on. You'll be the first, since it just came in. Who knows, this may be your lucky day."

I slipped my arms into the sleeves, shrugged the weight of the leather over my back, and tried the zipper, which worked smoothly.

"A perfect fit," the man said, "like it was custom-made for you. There's a mirror, if you don't believe me."

It was uncanny, but the old leather jacket did fit perfectly. Stiff yet pliable, it was already molded to my shape, broken in by the previous owner.

"Whoever wore it must have had exactly the same upper body size," the man said.

"So you don't know who owned it?" I asked. "Anything about him?"

"Not a clue."

"What about the patches? Will I be arrested for impersonating a police officer?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. The town police department disbanded years ago, when the county took over everything—schools, taxes, roads, jail. The county police wear a different uniform, not that red patch. As it stands now, that jacket is a collector's item, a genuine Hapsburg Motor Patrol issue. Quality leather—they don't make them like that any more. The badge is missing, of course. It went in that reinforced hole in the chest."

The leather creaked, as I flexed my arms and walked to and fro. I inhabited the jacket, inhaled the smell of leather, and felt slightly giddy.

"There's plenty of wear left in that jacket. It will keep you warm on the road, and protect you in case of a spill. When you're riding, that is. Yes, sir, it fits you like a glove."

"How much do you want for it?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate.

"That depends on how much you want it," he answered, suddenly shrewd. His pale eyes glittered in the shadowy interior.

Though I detest haggling, I was unable to take off the jacket. I named a price, a round number, which I hoped was low. To my surprise, the man instantly agreed.

"Sold!" he shouted, as though at an auction.

I reached for my wallet, anxious to complete the transaction before he changed his mind, or before I did.

"Like I said, that leather jacket was meant for you. What are the odds that someone would walk in here, exactly the right build, with an eye for police memorabilia?"

"So you don't know where it came from?"

"Sorry, my friend. It could have been someone cleaning out an attic, getting a house ready for sale, winding up an estate. Wait! Now that you mention it, some other things came in with the jacket. Here's a helmet, the standard police type."

He handed me a white helmet, and I lowered it over my head. Snug, but comfortable. I started to ask the price, but he cut in.

"At no additional cost—special today. And check out these beauties." He rummaged behind the counter, and produced a pair of black leather riding boots.

"Somewhat the worse for wear, but you can replace the heels, and shine them up like new. Here, try them on."

Hurriedly, I untied my shoes, and shoved my feet into the tall boots, folding my pants inside the cylindrical shaft. Amazingly, the boots fit. I wiggled my toes, rocked from side to side, and strode a few paces. Like the jacket, the boots felt eerily right, as though I had worn them for years. Looking in the mirror, I caught my breath.

Instead of the man who entered the shop, an ordinary citizen like millions of others, I saw a police officer, a motorcycle cop, a figure of speed and power, a member of an elite squad, albeit from decades before. The fantasy was exhilarating.

"Do you want a bag?"

Abruptly, I remembered where I was, in a dusty junk shop, in a forgotten country town. I took off the helmet.

"No bag, thanks. I'll wear it."

"What about your shoes?"

"Oh. . . yes."

I handed the man my shoes, which he dropped into a crumpled paper bag. He handed the bag back to me, with a wink of his gray eye.

Jacketed and booted, as though dressed for a costume ball, I exited the shop, and blinked in the dazzling sunlight. The air was growing cooler, and the sun would soon set. With the helmet under one leather sleeve, and clutching the paper bag, I strode to my car for the drive home, through the inflamed countryside.

In the following weeks, as the weather turned cold and windy, I sometimes wore the leather jacket. As promised, the thick, back skin kept me warm. It did not attract attention, other than a smile or nod of approval. The thrill I felt on first putting it on mellowed, and in a way, I grew into the jacket.

One day, it occurred to me to search the pockets. An inner zipper revealed a small black and white photograph of a man standing beside a motorcycle. He appeared to wear the same jacket and boots, with the same white helmet on his head. He also wore a police badge, a silver star on his chest. His posture was upright and confident. The photograph bore no identification, no name or date. It was impossible to tell the man's age, or where the photograph was taken. Still, I was convinced that this was the officer who owned the items I had bought.

His uniform included a pair of riding breeches, tailored snug at the calf and flared at the thigh, almost as though inflated. It was a picturesque style, something that went out of fashion long ago. I could not recall ever seeing such a uniform on the street. In color, the riding breeches were dark, with areas of sheen. Were they made of black leather, too? I placed the photograph in a dresser drawer.

Though out of sight, the image haunted me. Who was this man, in purely physical aspects so much like me? What were his tastes, his habits, his personality? What was the police officer's story?

With no conscious intention, I began to read classified ads for used motorcycles, and I looked more closely at those I passed in the street. I wondered what type of motorcycle my officer rode. What type would a small-town police department be likely to have? When a neighbor parked a motorcycle in his front yard, a machine much like the one in the photograph, with a "For Sale" sign attached to the seat, I did not hesitate.

The neighbor, an engineer who would soon move to another city to start a new job, taught me how to ride the motorcycle, and he gave me advice on maintenance and repair. My luck continued in the form of a mild winter, which allowed me to ride on weekends, gradually learning how to handle the motorcycle on narrow roads, and in traffic. Though not especially powerful, it was quick and responsive. I wore my leather jacket, boots and helmet, of course, and sturdy jeans. By spring, I had become a confident, if careful, motorcyclist.

One Saturday, as the trees were coming into leaf, and the air was newly fragrant, I set off to ride through the green landscape. I started with no destination, but the road became familiar, as it wound through fields and woods. Just as it did six months before, it led to Hapsburg. Slowly, I cruised Main Street, looking for the old shop where I had bought the leather jacket, the same one I was wearing. Not seeing it, I turned around, and rolled in the opposite direction, but still failed to find the dusty display window. I parked, pulled off my helmet, and stood in the middle of the street, baffled.

A place I did not remember, a combination art gallery and custom frame shop, hinted at economic revival. Clean, freshly painted, with a gleaming steel and glass door, it was open for business. I entered, and at once was greeted by a young man with black hair, dark brown eyes, and an eager smile. After browsing the drawings and paintings, all by local artists, I explained what I was looking for.

The young man grew solemn, and said he would be right back. He walked briskly to a storage room in back, and returned with a large envelope, which he handed to me. Scrawled on the envelope, as a kind of address, was the phrase:

"For the man in the leather jacket, when he returns."

I studied the envelope for a moment, then asked:

"How can you be sure that this is for me?"

"The junk shop you describe was here, this space. I cleaned it out, renovated, put in new lights, and so on. A lot of work, you can imagine. The previous tenant passed away, I was told, and he left the shop as you saw it. I never met him—a retired police officer. Nothing of the contents was worth saving, but I did save one thing. That envelope was lying on the counter."

I lifted the flap, and extracted something heavy and pliable, made of black leather.

"Looks like a pair of pants," said the young man, clearly interested.

"Yes," I said, "or riding breeches. I saw them in a photograph."

"Awesome! They match your jacket and boots. Want to try them on?"

"I don't need to. They're exactly my size. Don't ask how I know."

"Okay, I won't. Strange things happen, even in Hapsburg. But here's the really strange part. They told me that the old man passed away more than a year ago. So how could you have met him here last fall?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and the leather jacket creaked. I slid the breeches back in the envelope, and tucked it under my thick black sleeve.

"Thanks," I said, turning to leave. "And good luck with the shop."

[taking-over-his-life]

Colt

 Written by my internet friend Colt many years ago.

     I woke up to the intense pain like that of a migraine headache.  I could feel every hair on my body it seemed, with an undertow of muscle aches all over my body.  My mind was spinning round and round, trying to figure out where I was.  The room was dark, I could sense that the room was strangely familiar, but I couldn’t make the connection.  Oh, the pain, how I wished it would go away.   As I grappled to sit upright, the pain instantly started to tighten its grip on my head.  My eyes started adjusting to the darkness of the room.  Fear and panic started to run through my mind, this just wasn’t where I remember going to sleep.

       The last thing that I remember was that I had gone to a friend’s party.  I had started feeling strange at the party so I had left and went home.  I vaguely recall entering my house and going to my bedroom and falling face first onto my bed.  And that was all I wrote. 

       But, now here I am in this room that I have no idea how I came to be in.  My eyes started adjusting to the darkness of the room.  I could make out that there were two small kids sleeping on cots, and another person that I could hear breathing but couldn't place where they were.  I realized that I was now sitting up on a sleeping bag that was on the floor.  My brain struggled to figure out where the hell I was.  Completely paralyzed by the fear I felt continued its grip on me.   And the ungodly pain in my head.  I couldn't even wish that much pain on even my worst enemy.  Yet, for some reason, the surroundings were so familiar, but I couldn't make the connection with my excruciating level of pain.  I must be having one of my migraines and hallucinating at the same time.  That was the only explanation that I could think of at this point.

       When I quit trying so hard to remember my surroundings, the answer hit me with a vengeance.  The room I was in was my Aunt and Uncle’s basement.  Their basement had a one very large room with a pool table, tables, couches, and a bar.  Ok, I must be dreaming, this just can’t be real.  It didn’t make any sense to me.  As I sat up on the sleeping bag, I realized that I was wearing full biker leathers.  Judging by what I could feel against my skin, I had on a pair of leather pants tucked into tall boots, a leather shirt, a leather jacket and tight fitting gloves on.  The leather felt very warm, moist, and sweat soaked against my skin.  The leather felt like it fit me like a glove all over my body which felt soothing on my ragged nerves. My eyes had now adjusted to the darkness and I could see well enough to get around the basement.    

       I NEED air!  I couldn’t make any sense of how I come to be in these surroundings.   I was still petrified of what has happened to me, and maybe some fresh air will help.  I carefully stepped around the obstacles in the basement, acting like a cat trying not to make a sound as I made my way upstairs.   The boots and leathers I was wearing started to make plenty of noise, so I did my best to adjust my movements to quiet down the leather creaking.  It seemed as though my hearing abilities were magnified greatly over normal, it must have been the fact that it was dark in the room and of course the fear I was experiencing.  It seemed to take forever climbing up the non-carpeted steps without making any discernable level of noise.  After climbing up the steps, I found myself in the kitchen.  I needed something to drink to my quench my dry mouth.  I carefully opened up the fridge and grabbed a Mountain Dew (I almost did not recognize the Mountain Dew can) and left the kitchen.  Finding the back door to the house, I gently opened the door so as to not wake anyone up.  I stepped outside onto the cool patio cement floor, it was obviously summer time.  I set my Mountain Dew down on the patio table.  The night was deafening to me, it just seemed too quiet for some reason.  As I sat down on a bench on the patio in the bright moonlight, I could see something that almost gave me a heart attack.  In the driveway were my cousin’s Torino, '40 Ford and my Uncle’s Dodge truck that they had back in the early 70s.  Also in the driveway were two Harley Davidson motorcycles.  The Harleys could explain why I'm clad in full biker leathers. This can’t be real!  I went and looked at the license plate of truck, and it had 1973 stamped into it.  Looking out towards the front of the house, I could see my Dad’s GMC pickup truck with its camper shell on it that we had back then too.  In front of Dad's truck, was a Chevy Malibu.  It looked as though we were on one our annual summer vacations back to Denver Colorado.  I could feel something in one of the pockets of my jacket; it was a pack of Marlboro reds in a box that were just a bit smashed.  I managed to pull out a few cigs without breaking them.  The cigs were not totally damaged, just a bit bent from being squished a bit in my jacket from laying on them.  My hands were very shaky trying to strike a match to light up that magic first Marlboro.  My leather covered hands finally made the match come to life and lit that first Marlboro.  I took a very slow and deep drag, feeling my tenseness starting to subside 

somewhat.  Exhaling slowly making smoke rings in the night air with the bright moonlight casting its light on the rings.  The smoke rings against the bright moonlit night fascinated me for a few minutes distracting me from my situation.  I was completely puzzled, trying to figure out a rational explanation for my predicament.  I could only remember that when I went to sleep last night, the year was 2003, 30 years from where I was now.  And all of a sudden I realized I’m NOT the same person.  In the summer of 1973, I was only 9 years old, how could I be this adult sized person?  As I finished that first cig, I started to panic again with a new found fear, I lit another cig.  Then I popped the top of the Mountain Dew can on the table.  I took a big gulp of the magic Mountain Dew, cooling my throat all of the way down to my stomach.

       Realizing that there was something in one of the jacket pockets, I reached into the pocket pulled out a wallet.  I slowly opened the wallet, afraid of what I would find; I hadn’t even looked at myself in a mirror yet.  Using the bright moonlight, I looked at a driver’s license for someone that never existed, yet here it is.  The license was a Florida driver’s license.  Well, my family used to live there in 1973.  I carefully inspected the license, looking at the picture, the printed information, realizing that I must truly be this “new” person.  The name printed on the license was Kirk Derek Colten McCormack; the birthday was October 15, 1956; and the address was where we had lived in Florida at that time.  OOOOOh my God!!!!!  I must be somebody else, but in my own family?  The Twilight Zone was REALLY  happening to me I thought.  My hands still shaking, I lit another cig.   Right now, I couldn’t get enough nicotine to alleviate my fears and anxieties.  At that point, I couldn’t discern one reality from the next.  I was in a REAL Twilight Zone.  Where was Rod Serling?  He had to be around here somewhere telling the television audience of my predicament it seemed.   Did I really look like the guy in the license picture?  My curiosity compelled me to run over to my Uncle’s truck to look in the mirror to see what I looked like.  The reflection startled me so much that I jumped back a bit after the initial view of myself in the mirror.  It was ME, the guy in the license picture and in the mirror.  Yikes!  I could swear I must be having a nervous crack-up or something. 

       I know I must be dreaming this whole thing.  I thought I should just go inside and go to sleep and I will reawake in the year 2003 where I belong as Jeremy McCormack.  Quietly opening the back door to the house, I slipped inside.  I decided to lay down on the couch in the family room.  To my relief I fell asleep rather quickly. 

 Chapter Two

       I awoke suddenly to someone shaking my shoulder.  I opened my eyes slowly, hoping that I had just been experiencing a vivid nightmare and that all was back to normal.  My Aunt Ruth and I made eye contact and it startled me.  Oh, my God!  It looked as though I was going to continue to suffer this mind bending nightmare.  Aunt Ruth was talking to me, but I really couldn’t make sense of what she was saying.  She repeated what she had just said to me.  Aunt Ruth kept saying that I didn’t look very well, and that I appeared to have a very high fever.  Her hands were like ice on my face.  Aunt Ruth said it must be all of the leather I was wearing.  I think I was delirious to say the least.  All of a sudden, my “brother” Jeremy and sisters Rebecca and Jeanette popped their faces in front of me asking me if I was alright.   I jumped back a bit again, seeing my “own” self in front of me. At that moment I was truly freaked out and jumpy to say the least.  It seemed like everyone in the house (my parents, cousins, brother and sisters and my Aunt and Uncle) were surrounding me like I was the star attraction, looking at me making their own diagnosis of the situation.  I could sense that they must have thought I was high on something, because of the way I was acting (not realizing at the moment that Colt experimented with drugs occasionally).  Finally I sat up, still feeling dizzy.  I finally convinced everyone that I had a migraine last night and just needed to take a shower and clean up and that that would help me feel better.  I somehow managed to stand up even though I was a little disoriented and negotiated the steep staircase to the basement.  I now realized that I was feeling the same way I did when I went asleep in 2003.  Someone must have slipped me some kind of drug back in 2003, and I was just having a brilliant nightmare.  My thoughts were that I must go with the flow of this “dream” so I could survive it and then it would be over and I could return to who I was originally. 

       I went downstairs into the basement.  I found where "my" stuff was which was in a duffle type bag next to a sleeping bag on the floor near my Uncle's pool table.  I opened up the bag to go through the duffle bag looking for some clothes to change into after I took a shower.  Somehow I had to get some time alone, to try and get my wits together.  While I continued to be in deep thought, Dad walked over to me asked whether or not that I felt good enough to still go on our planned motorcycle ride.   I quickly answered that I thought it sounded groovy. Going for a motorcycle ride would most definitely give me the time to sort things out without too many interruptions.  I could then deal with my situations without my family thinking that I was an absolute stoner and high on something.

        I went back to rummaging through the duffle bag so I could get a better idea of who I was now, that is when I discovered quite a surprise.  I had mostly motorcycle leathers, 3 or 4 pairs of leather pants, several pairs of tall boots, several pair of leather western shirts, a leather vest and several motorcycle jackets completed the leather gear.  The scent of the leather gave me a momentary "high" that I could never get enough of to tell the truth.  I was rather stunned for a minute.  The leather gear was very soft and actually rather stylish for the time.  Several pairs of the leather pants, some were the 70s style bell bottom styles.  A couple pairs of pants were vintage (to me any how) motorcycle styled with zippered pockets instead of the regular kind of pockets.  What surprised me was the fact, that there were motorcycle leathers in the suitcase.  My last “lifetime,” we didn’t own any street motorcycles, just an old dirt bike. The rest was the usual 70s styled clothes and stuff of the like.  There was also a small box that was full of Indian turquoise silver jewelry.   

       I settled on a set of leathers similar to what I was already wearing.  A sleeveless black leather western shirt, a pair of breeches, and a pair of highly polished knee high engineer boots (which I had on at the moment).  I went to the bathroom, closed the door, and began to take off my sweat soaked leathers.  I started with taking off my gloves. On my fingers were several Indian silver rings and a wide silver bracelet laden with different colors of turquoise.  When I slipped off my jacket, I noticed a wide black leather watchband.  I sat down on the toilet and pulled off my glossy boots.  When I took off my leather shirt, I felt that I had a few silver necklaces around my neck.  I pulled off a leather strap that held my long hair into a pony tail.  I felt a thick mustache on my face that was shaped like an upside down horseshoe.  I finished getting undressed and turned on the hot water to the shower and slowly entered the stream of hot water.  The hot steamy water of the shower beating down on my face felt so refreshing.  

I soaped myself up thoroughly not paying attention to my "new" body.  I did notice that when I was washing my hair that I had several earrings pierced in my left ear.  I must be really into jewelry.  My life in 2003 I could have cared less when it came to any kind of jewelry.  The hot water soothed and relaxed my entire body.  After I was rinsed clean I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off.  That was when I noticed that there was a full length mirror on the back side of the bathroom door.  I took a towel and cleaned the steam off of the mirror.  I looked in the mirror, and I noticed my “new” body was quite attractive.  The reflection of my “new” face in the mirror was a young teenager and those pearly whites were flawless looking.  I stood probably about 6' tall and my body was very muscular as though I spent years lifting weights.  My straight, thick, long, dark brown hair fell between my shoulder blades.  My long brown hair was so soft and silky.   My face had chiseled features with a pearly white smile that was just flawless.  My thick soft manicured mustache made me look like a rock star with my long hair.  I could now see the ear piercings in my left ear.  My darkly tanned skin was smooth, tight, with a soft and fine covering of dark brown hair all over.  My eyes were an unusual purple color that could mesmerize anyone.  My strong hands started feeling all over my body sensing the newness of it all.  My hands of course found their way to my crotch.  My hands found my cock with huge balls and started working it over a bit.  In just seconds, it stood tall and proud at least 12 inches long and nicely thick.  Within another minute, I shot a huge load all over the full length mirror on the back side of the bathroom door.  The orgasm seemed to last for minutes, and a release that I so desperately needed.  At that moment, I froze for a moment as I shockingly discovered that I was staring at TWO cocks both hard as a rock.  When I had shot my load, it came from BOTH cocks.  Ok, so now I am some sort of freak was the next thought on my mind.  But then I realized that two cocks were better than one, with double the pleasurable sensations.  I guess it won't be that bad being a freak.  

 Chapter Three

        My mind realized that I had better finish getting dressed.  I slipped on the cool black sleeveless western leather shirt.  The shirt fit like it was tailored for a perfect fit.  I only snapped the front of the shirt about halfway exposing the valley of my chest between my well defined pecs and the brilliant silver necklaces.  I placed the wide watchband on next.  I kept all of the jewelry on while I took my shower as didn't want to deal with that detail.  Then I slipped into the black leather breeches (these breeches were non-flared) making sure that I adjusted for my cocks, one down each leg.  The fly was made with exposed metal snaps from the crotch all the way up to the waistband.  Rather sexy looking I thought.  My thighs filled out the legs of the breeches so smoothly.   I tucked in my smooth black leather sleeveless western styled shirt.  Then I snapped up the fly of the breeches and buckled up the wide basket weave belt.  The pant legs, now that was a different story.  Each leg had a zipper that extended from crotch to the bottom of each pant leg.  I put on a pair of socks and then I zipped myself tightly into each leg of the breeches.  The leathers that I had just shoehorned myself into were the tightest leathers that I had ever remembered wearing in my other life.  At the bottom of each leg was an elastic stirrup that looked like it was designed to keep my breeches from bunching up when I sat or stood up.  The breeches fit perfectly like the shirt.  The breeches fit so smoothly that there was no way I could put much of anything into the pockets.  Next, I pulled on my highly polished tall engineer boots which the boot shafts came to just under my knees that were made by Dehner Boot Company.  The closest way I could describe how I looked for the most part was that of Maxwell Caulfield in the movie "Grease 2" when he was in his slick full leathers at the end of the movie.  I stared at myself in the full length mirror on the door admiring myself for a few minutes and absolutely delighted with what I saw.  I was a little narcissistic for a few minutes at my killer looks.  I finished getting ready by brushing my hair and teeth.  I tied up my long hair into a pony tail with a strip of black leather with a snap on it.  I was as ready as I could be to face more of my continuing dream.

       Mom (who wouldn’t be my Mother this time around obviously - because Mom and Dad hadn’t gotten married until 1961), knocked on the door to see if I was done, so Dad could clean up.  I told her a few more minutes and I would be done.  I quickly cleaned up my mess and finished getting myself together. 

       I went back to my sleeping bag and grabbed my 50s D-pocket styled motorcycle jacket which I noticed was lined in a light weight red perforated leather and a pair of black tight fitting gloves.  The gloves I placed into my breeches back zippered pocket about half way in.  I gently placed my mirrored aviator sunglasses on the front of my leather shirt where it was snapped up halfway.  Where I placed the glasses drew attention to my exposed chest.  These few details such as the gloves in my breeches pocket, and hanging the sunglasses onto my shirt just seemed to flow out of me naturally.  I could feel my raw sexual energy emanating from my body which I had no control over.  There seemed to be an overwhelming power over me on how I carried myself (as Colt).  My movements seemed to be guided by that power that I couldn't put my finger on.  I guess it must have been Colt's sub consciousness that was controlling me.  It seemed as thought my mind was an overlay on top of Colt's mind. 

       I double checked to make sure my wallet was still in my jacket and grabbed another pack of Marlboros and matches which I put into a pocket of the leather shirt.  I went upstairs to the kitchen where Aunt Ruth offered me breakfast, but I decided on a couple of cans of Mountain Dew instead.  My nerves were too shot to eat anything right now.  My sisters, brother (me before this dream started), and Mother were in the kitchen eating breakfast with my Aunt.  Dad was downstairs in the basement getting ready to go on our ride.

       I went outside onto the patio with my smokes and the cans of Mountain Dew.  Sitting there on the patio smoking and taking big gulps of Mountain Dew my mind was doing quick flashes of my "life" as Colt.  The temperature was warming up quickly.  It must have been around 80 F now, sunny with brilliant blue clear skies.  The time was probably around 10:00 am.  The warmth of the day made my leathers start to glue themselves to my skin.  The sensations of the leather against my body began to turn me on.  I was becoming highly aroused at this point. 

       I decided to find a distraction to suppress my hormones for a while.  I turned to my mounting curiosity to check out things around the house to see if I could remember more.  So I decided to walk around and check things out.  I walked around the house to the front yard and was checking out what I thought was a Malibu that I saw last night (I was a car enthusiast back in 2003 so this car was intriguing).  When I got closer to the car, I noticed that there were not any Malibu or Chevrolet nameplates on the car.  There were a lot of differences from that of a Malibu.  At first I thought it was a customized car but there were nameplates that read Beaumont SD and 396.  The nameplates had a maple leaf on them.  The car must be Canadian.  I thought what a strange name for a car and perplexed as to why it was in the States.  As I did a quick look over of the car, it became apparent that I was beginning to "remember" more and more of Colt (and less of my former self) and that the Beaumont was mine.  The Beaumont was red inside and out and appeared to have every gadget you could possibly order on a car back then when it was new.  The car just plain sparkled. I must have been a stickler for keeping it looking impressive all of the time. 

           As I returned to the patio to sit down, everybody except Dad and I were leaving to go visit our Grandparents.  I lit another Marlboro and opened the other can of Mountain Dew. I sat transfixed upon the gleaming Harleys sitting in the driveway.  One of the Harleys was a red and black Electra Glide with a bunch of accessories and goodies on it.  The other Electra Glide was silver and was a bit more spartan.  My mind was flashing more bits of Colt's memory.  I then knew that the red and black Electra Glide was mine.  It was a '70 model that I paid cash for.  I thought how could a teenager pay cash for a late model Harley?  I probably would remember the answer to that question soon as well.  The silver Electra Glide belonged to Dad and it was a '65 model (the first year of the electric start Harleys).  I noticed that the driveway was clear of the cars and truck.  Everyone but my Aunt must have gone to work.  On the far side of the garage was a trailer.  I suddenly remembered that Dad had towed the trailer from home.  Dad brought the Harleys in it and some of our luggage.   

       Dad called out to me from the back door of the house.  He said he would be ready in about 10 minutes.  I went inside and grabbed my jacket.  I slipped on my 50s motorcycle jacket.  The red leather lining felt terrific against my naked arms.  I stuffed my smokes into my shirt pocket.  Gently pulling my sunglasses from the front of my shirt I slid them onto my face adjusting them for the perfect position.  I grabbed my black leather gloves from the back pocket of my breeches and slowly worked each glove onto my strong hands.  I found the keys to the Harley in one of the jacket pockets.  I moaned softly with the pleasurable sensations of being totally engulfed in tight fitting, shiny, and highly polished black leathers.  DAMN!  I knew at that moment that I was HOT looking exuding sexual energy at full power.  My cocks started to snake down each leg with considerable strain as my tightly leather clad legs were doing its best to prevent it.  I knew that it would be just a matter of time before I would shoot a considerable size load of cum down each leg.  At that point I didn't care, I welcomed it actually. 

I loved it!  I went outside to the bikes and started my Harley.  Dad walked out of the house (and locked the door) fully clad in glistening black leather from his neck down.  I realized that I had an air of confidence that I had never felt or experienced even in my "previous life" being around my Father.  Dad's personality was totally different from my last "life".  Dad and I (Colt) seemed to have a very tight knit bond between us in this life.  Dad was now a very cheerful person and was insistent on having fun whenever possible.  He also had a very different physical build of his body.  He was much more muscular than he was in the other realm.  We both seemed to feed one liners to each other so we were laughing a lot. 

  Chapter Four

       Dad strutted over to his bike fluidly.  It was almost sexy.  He started his gleaming silver Harley Electra Glide.  My bike was pretty much all warmed up and ready to go. Oh the feel of the exhaust pulsating from the two Harleys just made my pulse quicken and start my adrenaline pumping.  Oh I was pretty excited about going for the ride.  I told Dad told me to lead the way as I knew how to get to Evergreen by going the long way.  We were going to have lunch in Evergreen and then cruise around and head back to my Aunt and Uncle's house in Westminster.   Dad thought our ride should last about 4-5 hours.  I then lowered myself on to my vibrating Electra Glide.  The vibrations made my cocks come to life again.  I slowly zipped up my 50s leather jacket up to the snapped lapels.  I reached up and turned up my collar to look "cool".  This ride is going to be great I thought.  I kicked my bike into first gear and slowly let the clutch out and I was heading down the driveway.  I gently eased the bike onto the street with Dad behind me.  Once I was on the street, I had to just let loose on the throttle and raced Dad to the end of the street.  Dad was right beside me.  Oh, my gawd, this was certainly better than the Harley I had in 2003.  Just feeling the raw power of the Harley going down the road was thrilling my senses.  We headed over to the Boulder Turnpike and went towards Boulder.  The warm sun beating down on my black leathers and the wind in my face and from the speed going down the highway was so invigorating.  I surely enjoyed the wind blowing through my long hair. Between feeling the heat from my leathers to the vibration from the engine of the Harley, I suddenly shot copious amounts of cum down my legs in my leather breeches.  Oh that felt so good!  What a way to have an orgasm!  I didn’t care that I was going to have a mess to clean out of my breeches when we were done with our ride. 

       As Dad and I approached Boulder (it sure looked different from what I remember in 2003), my mind was starting to remember more memories of Colt the “brother” I had become.  I was beginning to see more and more memories flashing in my mind.  It was so strange to feel my two lives becoming one.  More memories began to come through the more relaxed I became.  My old life was starting to fade to where it was beginning to seem like it was the dream.  The real Colt personality was taking over my old personality little by little.   I could feel the transformation take over me.  I was feeling so revitalized with more energy and drive, but with a sense of a responsibility that I was here to accomplish something that I couldn’t do previously.  On the west side of Boulder, Dad and I turned onto Hwy. 93 heading south towards Golden.  Oh, the thrill of it all.  Everything seemed to be making more sense and I started feeling more comfortable with myself being Colt.  I decided to let my mind relax enough so that I could remember more of Colt's memories.  Being on the motorcycle with the wind in my hair I now was able to be by myself to where I could just let the memories flow through.

[taking-over-his-life]

A night of tricks cost me a fortune - literally

It was a warm night in new York, the streets were deserted as I sat in the back of my limousine, the light from the street lights beamed in through the one way glass, making patterns on the black leather seats, and creating beams of light as they hit the diamonds on my cuff links and the gold on my watch.

I was being driven around the lower class backstreets, looking for some hot young cock. I had come straight from my 5th avenue office, where I was the president of a major company, so I was still in my tailored blue suit, silk shirt and tie.

I pulled at my diamond cufflinks as I looked out of the window, for a particular hustler.

His name was Joel, a  muscled, but dumb young fucker about 22yrs, always wore tight leather chaps over his gorgeous ass and a huge package.

I had fucked this guy before but tonight I wanted to breed him so badly.

Leroy was my driver a huge handsome gay black man. He didn't worry about my special needs, as he understood them. It was Leroy who had found Joel for me a few months ago, ensuring

that the kid had everything I wanted.

Leroy was such a hot guy I have always wanted to get into his pants, but I ensured our relationship was kept strictly employer and servant. I knew he felt the same about me and at times the electricity was so powerful, but I always resisted and put him back in his place.

I wont say what I would have liked to do with him, but boy it would be really dirty.

We drove down a deserted backstreet, by now it was raining and the light hit the puddles of water on the ground. Suddenly Leroy started to slow down and I saw a figure in a doorway, it was Joel.

AS the light hit him his muscled legs stood out in his leather chaps , and the light hit his shaved head , he walked over to the limousine and Leroy got out and chatted with him, handing him a wad of notes, they chatted for two or three minutes, I saw Leroy grabbing his crotch and then kissing him before he opened the passenger door.

In he came , he was a vision of a young dumb horny and hot prostitute. Dressed in worn leather chaps, boots shirt and jacket. His head was shaved, with tattoos on the left side of his skull of a butterfly, he had rings on every finger and two gold chains around his neck which I had bought him.

As he got in the bulge in my tailored suit pants began to expand, 'Hi Joel' I said, 'evening Mr Strang" he replied, 'do you want my place again he said. "Yes Joel I do, lets spend a few hours doing what we do best"

I never took him to my home or any of my apartments, I didn't want anyone to know about my extra curricular activities, plus I loved the idea of going to his housing project home, cheap home cheap or second hand furniture, it gave me a real buzz, as my life was sheer luxury.

He got down in front of me and pushed my legs apart as he gently unzipped my pants and started to feel my package through my silk boxers.

He started to chew through the silk at my dick. As I moaned with pleasure. He knew I mustn't cum until I was inside of him and that would only happen in his bed.

It wasn't too long before we reached the housing project.

There were a number of black kids outside his block. They knew the score, but were only sorry it wasn't them.

Leroy paid them to look after the limo, and he put my thick leather coat on my shoulders, as Joel led the way to the sixth floor.

The lift wasn't working so we walked up the stairs, lined with rubbish and stinking of piss. This place was one hell of a slum. But I liked the idea of slumming it, it was so different from what I knew, the smell so horny rather than the cleanliness of my home which was spotlessly taken care of by my two servants and the immaculate lawns. My body smelt of the expensive washes and colognes, so this for me was so erotic. I knew the price of my coat alone could buy one of these places.

We went into his apartment a one bedroom hovel. He was not a tidy kid, but that's what I liked about him.

Le Roy took my coat and sat to watch TV as me and Joel disappeared into his bedroom. The bed was unmade and u could see where his body had been, I leant down and smelled it, so manly so horny, he watched and smiled.

I walked up to him and we embraced, our tongues in each others mouths tasting each other pulling in each others breath. My hands ran to his perfectly shaped ass cheeks as he started to undo my belt and work on my zip

I was rock hard by now seeping precum into my expensive silk boxers, his budge was it normal huge size accentuated by the chaps.

I took off my dark blue pinstriped jacket and put it on a chair, he looked up at me and smiled ‘you smell so good sir’ he said, ‘thanks boi’ I said, he took off his leather jacket and dropped it on the floor, then the leather shirt.

His body stunk of BO, and that drove me crazy, I got down and started to lick at his left arm pit enjoy the smell of a real man.

As I was doing this he pulled off my tie, and shirt followed by my vest so I was bare cheated like him

'what have u got for me Joel ' I said, and he pulled out some spliffs. 'light up boi' I said, we sat on his bed as he lit up the spliffs in the slightly lit room, his face so young so hard so horny, as I watched every move.

The light hitting the rings in his ears, three on each ear and the ring in his nose, he had two in his left eyebrow, not to mention the two I had bought him for his tits.

I reached over and rubbed my hands on the tats on his arms and chest, enjoying his young muscular body.

The match went out and he took a couple of drags and handed the spliff too me. He only bought the best Leroy saw to that, and boy did it have a kick. We kissed and exchanged the smoke as we rebreathed.

The sound of the police sirens and gangs shouting in the streets added to my excitement, it wasn't long before I pushed him on the bed and was removing his boots, pulling gently as the came away from his heels.

I had to smell my boi so I placed them to my face pulling in the smell of the leather and his foot sweat, which made me stand even harder.

He was desperate to unloosen his chaps and jeans so I could gain entry and so gently I pulled them off to reveal the goods I had paid for. His cock was huge and erect the ring through the centre stood up straight as if at attention for its master, his metal cock ring embraced his balls, and helped them gently fall towards the bed

Within seconds my face was in his crotch, smelling the sweat and man smell of his dick and balls, no cologne just pure male, I rubbed my face in it, to ensure his smell was on every part of my face. I held out my hand and he passed me the spliff, I took two deep breaths and handed it back, my head was light I was spinning and in ecstasy as I put his huge member in my mouth enjoying this young boys taste and feel.

He wrapped his muscular legs around my neck to hold me there

I reached for his tits until his dick started to seep, I loved his young manly taste. . I indicated enough and he released me.

I undid the belt of my suit trousers and let them fall to the ground. Looking into his black eyes as huge smile, wanting so much to breed with my tattooed pierced slut boi.

I kick off my shoes and got in-between his legs putting his ankles on my shoulders, ‘you want me boi’?’ yes sir, every bit of you’

I pushed the head of my dick against his man hole and gently began to push

I has so much pre cum it lubed my entry and then gently I moved in, he knew what to do pulling at my tits as I went deeper and deeper into that filthy prostitutes body ramming my manliness into his guts, the sweat was pouring the smell riveting I started to pound him

Stopping only to drag on the spliff.

I didn't hear but Leroy but he had entered the room and was watching it was only when Joel smiled at him that I saw him, he came over,’ no Leroy, you the rules stand back’

Leroy was angry but moved away muttering something like ‘I will fuck you sometime’

I continued to push into Joel, as Leroy watched with his package getting bigger, Joel was ripping at my tits, and I was so high on the spliff, suddenly my balls started to pull and I shot a huge load several wads deep into my boi, god his face was in ecstasy as his cum shot past him hitting the window and gently running down the glass, I collapsed on him, my sweat mingling with his and started to kiss him deeply holding him in my arms as he pressed himself against me, we just started at each other smiling.

Suddenly there was a snide look on his face, something I hadn't seen before.

‘My turn’ he said, I looked quizzically at him, ‘what’?, ‘my turn to fuck you’ he said smiling, ‘dont be stupid Joel’ I said, and called for Leroy, Leroy came over and grabbed hold of Joel but not in the way I expected, he started to kiss him .

They both looked down at me on the bed smiling, Leroy spoke up in his deep black voice, ‘you heard him, he wants to fuck you boi’ he said 

I started to stand up, but he pushed me back down holding a menacing fist to me, ‘what the hell Leroy, don’ be so fucking stupid, ill have you inside if you don't do as I say’

He started to laugh, ‘who do you think you are. Its only your money and possessions that define you, if someone else was in there they would be a better person than you, you fucking snob’ , with that he slapped me hard on the face, I winched, ‘don't be fucking stupid’ I shouted, ‘how much do you want?

Joel came over to me and caressed my face with his hand, ‘your a handsome fucker, I want it all’ ‘all’ I said  ‘yes everything’ he said, ‘once my cum is in your hole our DNA will mingle and you will be one low male prostitute, you like it here and u like me, so you can really enjoy it, I'm off to the Hamptons’ with that he slapped me

‘What! ’I screamed, with that Leroy pushed me down on the bed and gagged me, I struggled but he was too strong, the drugs were also affected my ability.

He tied my hands to the bedstead and within seconds Joel was in-between my legs, ‘I want to taste him first’, said Joel to Leroy, ‘Ok baby’ he said. and with that he pulled my ankles over my head so my ass was easily accessed, I tried to scream but couldn't.

Joel got down and started to lick at my ass, the feeling was unbelievable his warm tongue deep inside me,

He looked up at me, ‘you look terrified, don’t worry, you taste so damn good, but that taste will soon be mine’

He aimed his huge erect cock at me with its piercing, ‘you always liked this soon it will be yours’ Joel said. Suddenly I felt may arse being defiled, id never been fucked before and I screamed through the gag and tried to get free, I was too drugged and weak, inch by inch he delved into me pushing deeper and deeper, it was painful, but felt damn good.

Suddenly Leroy appeared, he had stripped, and stood over my head, he took off the gag and sat on my face, that huge black ass, down on my face his smell over my nose and mouth he was suffocating me. I was struggling as I was being defiled at one end and suffocated with man smell at the other,

I was as hard as steel and excited, then it happened, Joel shot into me I could feel his dna entering my guts and swirling around my body.

My own cum shot all over Leroy, as he got off me.

Joel pulled out of me and kissed Leroy, ‘it will be ours soon baby’ he said, to Joel  ‘yeah and this fucker will get his just deserts, shames its so good a body your giving him’

Joel started to pull out all his piercing and put them on the table and his rings, ‘mustn't have anything on baby when the change happens these are his now’  he said, he then lay down next to me.

He leaned over and started to kiss me with his tongue going deep into my throat, his arms went around me and he wrapped his legs into mine, I enjoyed it and responded, as we kissed he seemed to be sucking me out from the inside my memories intelligence everything.

Suddenly I started to shake and see lights in my eyes I couldn't move.

Memories started to appear in my head, memories of a deprived childhood in the ghetto drunken mother and criminal father, somehow it was as if they were my family.

I was an intelligent guy but it was as if holes were appearing in my brain and the light was getting out, my mind was slowing down a pace and I couldn't calculate or think in the same way, memories of sleeping in the park, being raped it was all me I was that person.

My body was being pulled somehow on the sheets in fact it was reducing in size, I could feel my ass getting tighter, and numerous changes in my muscles and face.

My knowledge as a city broker disappeared although I knew who I was, even my vocabulary was reduced, I felt so dumb so stupid, not in control.

I could hear Leroy from elsewhere in the room shouting ‘its unbelievable were going to be filthy rich’

I was in terror at what was happening, what were they doing to me, and what were they going to do with me, I started to shout, ‘help me, help me’ but it wasn't my voice it was Joel's.

The pain lasted for about twenty minutes, and when I woke up from it, I was soaked in sweat,

I looked around the room and saw Leroy smiling, and lying next to me it was, ME, I screamed and stood up, but it wasn't my body I was younger and covered in tattoos.

Leroy grabbed me tightly from behind holding my arms, and walked me to a mirror, ‘NOOOO’I screamed out ‘NOOO it cant be real. I was Joel the short male prostitute, ‘help me Leroy help me!’ I screamed.

‘Hey babe what do you want me to do to you?’ said Leroy, ‘Leroy its me Mr Strang, your employer’, ‘No man, your Joel a prostitute, a fuck boi’, he laughed and released me.

I looked over and Leroy was kissing my body and it was responding, ‘damn I'm a rich man now, my mind feels so alive’, and he kissed Leroy.

he took some piercing from the table, ‘Joel these are yours now’ he smiled I tried to run but Leroy grabbed me pushing me to the floor, ‘now come on slut’ he said, ‘do as your master says’ ‘Ill give you an extra $50 for this’ he started laughing as Leroy held me down.

He got on tip of me and put the piercing in my ears and then my nose, he moved to my tits which just started my dick rising, and then my dick. ‘all in place’ he said to Leroy, Doesn't he look the part.

I looked at them in tears, ‘but why?’ Leroy looked at me ‘youre a mean fucking bastard Strang, you never cared about any one, now ill get to fuck your ass your useless piece of trash’

‘No,’ I cried .

The old Joel, now me, started putting on my vest and silk boxers, followed by my well pressed silk shirt and tie. He adjusted my diamond cufflinks, and then pulled up my suit pants over his ass and belted himself in. He picked up my socks and put them on sliding into my shoes.

He smiled as he did it, with Leroy watching and getting more aroused.

‘there my clothes’ I shouted, both of them laughed at me and threw Joels jeans and chaps at me, ‘’dress slut’, he said in my body and voice

I pulled the worn 501s up over my ass they felt good as the caressed my balls and dick, then the used dirty leather chaps, they fit me to perfection.

‘Woof’ he said, ‘you'll get some business tonight with that’ as he sneered’

‘Hey Leroy’ he said ‘try out my slut boi, and give him 100 dollars extra, no, he’s given me a lot, millions in fact, tonight $150 should do’

I knew he has control of my millions and there was nothing I could do, Leroy grabbed me and in seconds he was inside me fucking me raw, whispering in my ear as he rammed it home, strangely I enjoyed it, the body was used to this treatment.

I felt I should love Leroy but it was apparent that wasn't the case. Joel was the one he wanted not his body and that is all I was to him.

He stood in front of Leroy and pulled out what was my dick, Leroy sucked it, he had always wanted his bosses attention.

Leroy enjoyed sucking all the pre cum he was in his element. My body suddenly said, ‘interesting memories here Leroy, this body always fancied you, perhaps if he had acted on it he wouldn't be me now, eh Joel’ he said laughing at me.

‘Its time Leroy’ the thief who stole my body said. I was terrified. leroy put my leather coat on his shoulders, ‘get him dressed, his rings are there he said pointing to the table., Leroy got hold of me and made me wear the leather shirt and the jacket

He took my hand and forced 10 rings on them, ‘perfect’ he said, he got hold of my head, I was crying ‘ ah shucks,’ he kissed me,’ ‘heres your keys, lock your place up ’he said ‘and come with us’. I locked the door of the apartment and followed them down the filthy litter ridden stairs to the limo, he got in, then me. Leroy paid the guys for looking after the limo and we were off,

We stopping in the alleyway where I had picked Joel up, he looked at me ‘out boi, go earn some money’ I was terrified, I touched his hand, he slapped me hard his gold ring cut my face, ‘never touch me, my pants are worth more than your life , now get out'

Leroy opened the door and let me out, ‘enjoy’ he said, ‘I will’, they drove off in my limo with my body and my life, I looked down at myself I was a male prostitute with little chance of doing anything else.

A car came by, I got in my life of tricks had begun.

[taking-over-his-life]

Munich Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I had a constant stream of friends and family visit me over the summer, as I tried to pretend that Gunter was in this body, fuck how I enjoyed that. Old boyfriends, shags mates, I played the part well and soon fell into my new life naturally.

I was the son of a rich family, living on an allowance so I didn’t work, and didn't need too, this suited me down to the ground as the sex was just intoxicating, and it was my true drug.

I had been building my body up so the muscles were starting to show and the idea of showing them off turned me on. Bear chested with a leather waistcoat, that was my dress until the rains came. In the clubs and bars I attracted attention, and enjoyed every minute.

One night I had been out clubbing and was walking home. I was out of my mind on speed and drink.

I decided to walk down a tow path near the canal. It was dark, very dark, but in that state I didn’t care. It smelt of dampness and plant life, the dew was on each leaf and stalk.

As I walked in there were the normal tramps sleeping on the benches, I was looking for some hot leather man. I walked right through, about half a mile there was no one there, ‘FUCK’ I said as I headed back.

‘FUCK ‘came a voice from the darkness, ‘please!’ I looked and could see no one, but the voice came from a clump of bushes, so in I went. Stupid fool I would regret this.

I peered into the darkness and a guy got hold of me, ‘You horny fucker, give me your arse’. He started to loosen my chaps, ‘FUCK OFF’ I said, I couldn’t see him , and he was moving too quick. I turned round and started to walk away. An arm came round my neck and pulled me back in. ‘YOUR MINE FAGGOT!!,’ I started to shout, but he forced something into my mouth, it was so filthy and stunk so bad, ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP ’ he said. I was on the ground in seconds, He put his hands in my pockets and took my wallet and money, ‘nice, I need some cash' he said.  He went through my wallet, and took a letter, ‘this is where you live homo, is it?’ At this he violently kicked me in the stomach. I doubled up in pain, another followed, ‘answer me’ he said threateningy.

‘Yessss,’ I said in pain, my eyes were getting accustomed to him, I saw him, muscled, but a tramp, so filthy the dirt was so bedded into him it looked like leather.

‘Take me there,’ he said as  he stood me up and made me walk in front. No one was out it was 4am.

We arrived at the flat he took the keys and opened it, ‘anyone else in, ‘I looked at him and did not answer, ‘If they are they are dead’ he snarled.

He pushed me in and opened each door. When he was satisfied he pushed me into the bedroom.

Nice place faggot, give it to me, I need a base, maybe take your place. I bet I could be a mincing queen.

I was so terrified. He turned the light on, and I saw him properly for the first time. he was attractive, same shape and look and colouring as me. He could be my brother. He was wearing filthy hiviz over old combat trousers, they were so filthy that they were black in places and were shiny, his boots were worn the leather cracking, they were laced , he just stunk to high heavens.

He started to search and found my cache of chems, wow some supply, we are in for a hot night faggot.

He walked over to me and forced me to take 3 pills, FUCK I thought that’s too much, it wasn’t long before I started to drift.

He lifted a chair and put me on it in the bathroom.

He started to strip, Hi vis jacket hoody, both so filthy and stinking, and threw them at me, ‘your new clothes man’ he said, then the combats, and some filthy piss stained long johns under them and the shoes,.

He was so stinking and dirty. ‘You like faggot eh?’ I did, it was getting me hard and he could see.

He went over to the sink and started to shave, he had a large beard but using my clippers, he soon had stubble and a Mexican moustache.

Now he started to shave his head. When he finished, he washed his face. ‘What do you think queer boi’ he said, FUCK, he looked just like me, He got close to me and started to kiss me, as he did, he fiddled with my ears. As he drew back I could see he had taken my rings and he was positioning them on his ears, ‘There we go’, he said, now he took out my nose ring, and put it in his. ‘Don’t I look the fucking part homo.’ he said as he laughed at me.

My nips had the rings taken then my cock. He was in ecstasy as he said, ‘Fuck these feel so great on me. It will be your clothes next tramp boy’

Next he was in the shower, I tried to stand up but couldn’t and fell, straight onto the pile of his clothes, they stunk but were very horny and I was so out of it on chems, they turned me on. he looked out, ‘don’t try to escape MR I need your clothes, and your identity, Your going to enjoy being a lousy tramp Mr.’ he said smiling.

I was terrified, he was going to take my place, what would he do with me.

He stepped out and dried off.

His dick was hard, now I need your clothes to finish it off.

He lifted my leg and started to pull of my boots, then my socks, my breeches left me next then my jock. He got down and took my cock strap, and then in seconds it was all on him

The more he dressed the more he looked like me. My rings arm bands chain, shirt jacket

The lot

The transfer was complete.

‘Well Mr what do u think?’ He was identical. ‘What the fuck are you going to do, your not me, I am! ‘ I said he responded ‘You are now a loser Mr, I the fucking gay boi now, your life is now mine, nobody will know the difference. Im looking forward to living here, in your gear, with your money and lifestyle. Bet id be a great gay shag eh?’

He then started to dress me in the filthy stinking gear he had worn,

He put me on my back and started to pull the long johns on my legs, they were yellow with age and so filthy huge stains on the arse and dick, they smelt so ripe, it was sickening. He pulled them so far up, they caressed my dick and balls. Real man stink, I was getting hard

I couldn't resist. Then the old combats, they fitted me perfectly, he fastened them, and zipped in my dick, old socks so ripe they were slimy on my feet, holes all over, then his boots. He laced them up. ‘You look good MR’ he said

He stood me up and pulled an old T shirt over my head it was so filthy, and stink of BO and beer

Then the hoody top and the old stinking leather jacket and hi vis.

‘Look’ he said as he stood me in front of the mirror, ‘what do u think what a transformation’. ‘Fuck I'm going to enjoy it here, and you will really like the canal,’ My dick was ridged and seeping, I was so horny, and he could see it, the filthy smell and feel of his gear was turning me on. See ‘you want it boi, be a real man, and ill be the faggot. You can have my history in the army memories of my wife and kids, ill be a filthy worthless rich cunt now giving my arse to the biggest dick. Got to act limp and camp, maybe the change will make you a man,’ he laughed and laughed, he started to feel his arse in my jeans, he enjoyed the leather. ‘Feeling his chest and enjoying every minute. I could see the leather was interacting with him, giving him my sensations and feelings, he was really taking my place. He strutted the room and checked himself in the mirror, each time the leather got tighter shaping itself to him.

He pulled me over to the sink and cut my moustache and rubbed some dirt off his boots and into my skin on my face, ‘dirty fucking tramp, loser.’ he whispered

‘Nooo, please your not me ‘I said slurring my words. ‘Only you and I will know that’ he said ‘Take a drink he said and he forced whisky into me 'I was out of it. I could see and hear but had no control.

He got a house plant and forced my fingers in the soil and rubbed the dirt in my hands so I looked the part. He lay me on the floor and pissed all over me, then he lifted me up, I was helpless. He lay me over the sink and started to push his huge dick deep inside me. There was nothing I could do. I enjoyed the feeling so much, I came twice adding to the filth in the long jonhs, then I pissed myself, He pulled at my shoulders as he lunged into me, ‘í want to be you, gunter, Im the faggot now, I want to live your life, Your Nathan, enjoy your new life' he started to cum wads deep inside of me.

I lay on the floor watching him, he was exactly like me, fuck he couldn’t pull it off surely. I'm no tramp. I watching as he got used to my flat and gear, my food, sitting at the table, eating from my plates, wearing my gear, Then phoning on my phone, as he sat down the leather gear moulded to his shape, ‘it s good to be gay ‘he said, laughing at me. He lit up a joint and sat with his boots on my stomach, or rather my boots. He was reading my papers memorising things about me, reading my letters finding out about my family, ‘gunter hammerstaed, that’s me, true fucking German.’he said, looking at me.  He repeated my birthdate place of birth etc, things about my family. ‘I'm you now Gunter, I'm you, I'm the faggot boi, me a rich little cuntboi. And you’re the tramp’. he laughed

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. 

He opened it. It was Peter, ‘Hi Gunter’ he said, and kissed him, he responded. In he came, I tried to speak, peter help, he kicked me hard, ‘who the fuck is he’, said Peter, some old tramp I took pity on’ he replied.

‘Fuck you’re a brave man letting him in here.’ said Peter.  I tried to get peters attention, but it wasn’t too long before he was on top of the impersonator and in bed, after hours of fucking peter didn't notice any difference and believed it was me. What was I going to do. Before he left Gunter said, ‘give me a hand getting him back to the canal.’ 

Peter and him took an arm each and walked me over to the canal It was dark and damp and smelled, of the vegetation around, I tried to speak but couldn’t, Peter said ‘he fucking stinks, maybe we should just fuck him and let him float away in the canal better ending for him’. and he found the spot where we met, there was some cardboard and a few possessions, he lay me down, and whispered, ‘enjoy it, this is you now.’

They both walked away.

It was mid day and I woke up, I was still well gone but could walk, I was going to have that bastard. As I walked towards the flat, there he was with peter in a street café, wearing my levis chaps high boots waistcoat, and cap. My piercing in his ear shone in the sunlight and it caught the silver ring in his nose, his nips stood out with my rings in the and my thick silver chain lay round his neck. 

He was wearing al my rings one on each finger, fuck I looked great I thought, that’s my image and I'm having it back, Petr will help me. Fuck he looked great, but that was my life and I was going to have it back. I went up to the table, and got hold of him, ‘your cunt’ I shouted and pushed at him, Peter jumped up and grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me throwing me into the road, ‘FUCK OFF YOU FILTHY CUNT ‘he said. He looked at the impersonator, ‘see I said you shouldn’t help.’ @ Peter its me ‘ I said, but my voice was still slurred.

‘Go away boi,’ he said to me ‘or ill call the police’, ‘call them’ I said, and they did.

Within minutes they were there, and they explained I had attached him. Peter witnessed it as did others, the police held me and I explained my story, they looked at each other, ‘careful, he has a knife’ shouted the impersonator, ‘where’ said the policemen, ‘he put it in his leg pocket’ he said. The pushed me on the front of the car and searched me, yes it was there, and they found crystal meth, enough to deal, ‘Your coming with us' they said, I was in shock lost didn't know how to react

‘No I screamed, he has stolen my life I'm Gunter hammerstead, not him’, he and peter laughed, ‘too many chems they said’ to the police. I was cuffed and bundled into the back of the car. Then it struck me this nightmare was real

In the car I tried to tell the cops but they ignored me, ‘fucking shut up you dirty filthy tramp’ they said.

I got to the station, and they searched me. He had a passport on him, Nathan johns, he was exactly like me and me him. I was a Canadian. They took my fingerprints and picture and his name went on the record. Fuck now my fingerprints matched his identity , nooooo.

In the morning I was thrown out. So back to the canal I went, then to my flat. The clothes stuck too me, and the smell was riveting, he opened the door,'FUCK’, he cried and pulled me in.

‘You cunt go away, I don’t want you here Nathan. This is my house my life, ive taken it from you, I'm Gunther now’ he said , ‘NO!’ I shouted, he threw me against a wall he was strong, and it winded me. The next minute he was on top of me,’ like your new name Nathan?’ He said, ‘like your filthy clothes and your new life, Canadian boi’,he sneered. I struggled but couldn’t move. ‘Now I am you cunt, understand it, or ill wipe you out,’ he showed me a syringe, I struggled and he jabbed me in the arm, . ‘next time cunt Ill overdose you., and they will find you in the canal, and who the fuck will care about a tramp.’he said

‘I need you passwords and bank codes, faggot, so spill the beans, give them to me’. I passed out.

When I woke up I was tied down and gagged. He was sitting at the far side of the room, napping. He looked unbelievable, it was me, tight leather jeans with a white stripe, fitted him to perfection showing every curve, the highly polished boots,, on his feet, the waistcoat, tatts on his arms identical to mine, his tan, piercings, the muircap, he was an exact replica of who I used to be.

I struggled, and he woke, ‘Keep still Nathan, ’he said  'm not Nathan, I'm Gunter, ’I shouted.  Suddenly he delivered a huge blow to my face,’ NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN. You are Nathan’ he screamed.

I started to speak and he forced my mouth open and forced some drugs in. ‘Your with me now till you’re a full time druggy Nat’. and he started to laugh, I was tripping and couldn’t stop myself

.Hours went by, I woke up, he was there , ‘who are you’ he said ‘gunter’ I replied. he punched me so violently, and more drugs were forced.

Again, ‘who are you' he said. I looked into his eyes so angry so evil,  I hesitated, he looked at me, with pure evil. ‘I'm I'm I'm Nathan’ I said with tears rolling down my face., ‘Good he said, who am I' ‘Gunter I said

‘Excellent boi’ he said , he questioned me on my family and I told him everything he wrote it down then bank accounts the lot, he had my history my money my gear my house my looks, he was me. 

And me, well Nathan is my name now, I'm a tramp in Munich.

[taking-over-his-life]

Munich 1

It was a warm evening when I woke up in the hotel in Munich. I was here for a weeks break, and arrived on a late afternoon flight. By the time I got off the train and caught a taxi to the hotel, I was really tired. And all I could think about was getting a sleep before I hit the clubs that evening.

As I unpacked, the smell of my new leather breeches, that had been confined the case wafted into my face, the smell was intoxicating and so I began to strip off and dress in my leather gear.

First the cock strap then the leather jock, warm and soft, smelling of man stink and leather , the breeches, pulling them on first on the left leg then the right and up over my arse, and by this time I had a boner of a dick.

The leather shirt smooth on my skin, smelling of my pits mixing with the pungent smell of leather, excited me even more. Enough I thought or I will start to wank, so I quickly put on some socks, pulled on my high Chippewa boots, and laid down for a rest.

I must have slept for at least 7 hours, and I woke up at 245am, Shit I’ve missed the club. It was a sultry night, hot and I was sweating heavily. There was no way I was going to stay in. I took a drink of water and followed it by a double whisky.

I pulled on my heavy leather jacket, put on 4 rings on my fingers, tight black leather gloves, and then my muir cap.

I looked in the mirror, fucking horny I thought. I put on my black leather coat, It was a German ww11 style coat. And headed downstairs.

The hotel was gay, so I wondered what would be in reception, and I was disappointed. No one I fancied.

I had been here before and knew that the englisher garden was 10 mins walk away and there was always cruising there.

I felt so good in the morning air, fully leathered and strutting the streets. Watching myself in the shop windows, I was proud of how I looked and what I had become. I had always envied the leather guys I saw, when I was new to the scene, and just so much wanted to change places with them and be one of them.

On one occasion I met a leather guy in a park, he was so horny and masculine, he stripped as we played and he let me wear his gear, it really excited me, O I wish I could have been him, gay proud and not afraid to wear gear in public, but I was the timid type and didn’t dare buy leather back then.

Since that time I have always enjoyed exchanging gear with guys and feeling their leather on me, smelling them on my body.

I reached the garden and headed off down a tree lined path, the moon was out so it a good night to cruise. As I was walking down I saw several guys but there was one that really got my attention. He was sitting on a wooden bench, he was tall about my height, and size, but he looked so horny and so dirty.

He had a shaved head and a long Mexican moustache thick stubble . His leather confederate cap covered his head. He was smoking a joint. I walked up to him, he passed it to me. I smiled took it and took a drag and then another, and passed it back.

I looked at him as he took the drag. Blue ripped worn jeans, ripped at the back and front, they were well worn and dirty. Well worn leather chaps over the top, they were tight so his arse and dick stood out.

He was wearing a leather shirt, so worn, and well fitting, it turned me on, so much. His chest was exposed. A silver thick chain was round his neck, pierced ears, eye brow and nose, he was wearing a leather jacket which finished his look off perfectly, my dick just exploded into action. His scent was pure male, a heavy scent of man, no deodorant.

I put my hand on his dick and it was hard and damp, he had pissed his jeans . I smelt my hand, cum and piss, the smell turned me on

I started to kiss his mouth, deep tongues penetrating each others mouths, feeling his body, his caressing mine with his hands, my hand went to his arse and I discovered a slit in his jeans my leathered finger entered his tight arse and he moaned as we exchanged gob, my other hand was pushing the back of his head to keep our mouths together. I created a seal and started to pull in his air from his lungs until he realised and we began to rebreath as we played with each others arses and dicks.

We pulled apart and headed into the bushes. It was nice and dark and we started the process all over again. He lit another joint and we both took several drags, and then it started to get exciting, I took off my coat and jacket and lay them down he got down on them and started to sniff the leather. Then he started to unzip my breeches,using his other hand to feel my legs. His tongue was licking on the leather as he made moans of delight. I pulled out my huge erect dick and pushed it towards his warm inviting mouth, he took it, I mean took it all, all 9ins thick

He seems to caress it with his tongue, I opening his leather shirt to reveal his pierced nipples, his dark skin so attractive to me. I got his hands and placed them against my nips and he started to play with them as I played with his.

He was covered in tatts, everything I wanted to be at his age which was 25 ish, Oh to go back to that age, imagine being someone like him. My excitement was so great

I stood him up spun him round and started to open his chaps and jeans. I was shaking with anticipation. His muscled hard pert arse, was so fucking gorgeous.

I got down and started to lick at his hole. He was in heaven as my tongue entered his crack

He tasted so good. I stood up and placed my dick near his hole, ‘Please’ he said with a strong german accent, that turned me on even more.

I pushed the huge head of my dick against his hole until it gently moved aside his arse muscles, then I steadily and firmly moved in

He started to push back on me so it speeded the process, speaking in German,

I grabbed hold of his tits and pulled and I moved in and out of him with my dick the warmth of his insides getting me so hard and horny, forcing my dick further into his guts, I wanted to deposit my DNA deep inside him. The smell of his pits and body was intoxicating, he hadn’t wshed for days, a really dirty bastard.

The movements became stronger and harder, he reached into his pocket and popped a pill, then passed one to me.

I swallowed. I continued to push inside of him, I pulled out and lay him on his back on the grass.

He looked up at me, with those deep eyes. His stubble looked so ruff and hard, against the black moustache, so fucking horny. His teeth were white, and his smile, a real come to bed smile.

I grabbed hold of his left boot by the heel and started to pull, nice knee high German boots, I pulled it off, his socks were damp, where the piss had run.

The smell of his boot was intoxicated piss and leather, I then took the right boot and did the same, holding it up to my nose

He just lay there looking at me smiling. I undid his chaps and pulled them down, then those worn jeans, gentle removing them from his hot arse, and legs

His dick was erect, he moved his legs and placed his ankles on my shoulders and shunted himself up towards me.

He was wearing a metal and leather cock strap. I took it off him and smelt it, warm and pungent with piss, skin and cum

I took it and put it on my dick, he watched me closely and smiled.

Yes he said, I transferred my leather cock strap to him, he smiled, ‘give me it all’ he said.

My dick reenterd his hole, by this time the pill was enhancing the experience.

I pushed deeply inside of him, till my balls bounced off his arse. He reached for my nips and started to play, I started to play with his, his cock was erect huge, pierced and horny

The pre cum was seeping, I got it n my hand and then licked it and wiped it on my face.

‘I wish I looked like you Mr’, I said. ‘I wish I was you’, he retorted. ‘I’ve always wanted to change place with someone’.

My dick and mind just exploded. My cum entering his guts, pouring out of me in floods. Planting myself in him

I lay on top of him and we started to kiss. ‘I really would like to be you Mr’, I said, ‘no joke’. He looked into my eyes ‘and me you, No joke’.

I was astounded someone so horny could fancy me so much

I undid his shirt and pulled it off him, and them removed mine. I stood up and stripped, every bit of leather off me except his cock strap. I got down and started to lick out his stinking pits, they smelt out of this world, the stink lingered on my goatee. He was licking me all over, my dick was so hard I needed to spend more time in him, but we had been there three hours and it was getting light.

I stood up, and reached for my jock, No he said and took it off me and wore it himself. He passed me his jeans and chaps. Put them on.. I thought about it and then put my feet into the worn denim and started to pull them up over my arse and dick. They stunk of piss and were damp, but fuck did they turn me on. I put on his chaps and as I bent down to pull up the zips, saw him dressing in my gear. Fuck he looked great.

So I decided to just continue, damp pissed on socks, high German boots, his stinking leather shirt. And jacket. Everything fitted me perfectly. I turned round and put my hands round his neck and removed a thick metal chain and put it on my neck. I wanted it all. I put on his leather cap he asked me for my gloves I removed them and he took the four rings I was wearing and put them on his fingers. He had a ring on each finger, he lovingly placed them on mine , then handed me the his gloves, the gear transfer was complete. All we are missing, he said, was to transfer into each others bodies, Fuck I said, if only, little did I know.

Come home with me, he said and started to walk in front of me, he looks so hot in my breeches and boots, wearing my muir cap. I caught up with him and we put our arm around each other as we walked the mile or so to his flat.

It was in an old quarter of the city, near some shops. AS we passed the shop windows I could look at myself in his stinking gear, I felt so horny and so good, he was doing the same, our dicks nearly ripping our gear to escape. We walked the two sets of steps to the first floor and went into his flat.

Once in he just lunged at me and started to push his tongue deep into my mouth, exchanging breath and gob, everything passing between us. He snorted coke and it entered my lungs as we played. Whisky was flowing as we entered a black room with a mattress on the floor, rubber sheets, a small red light and mirrored walls. Lots of gear.

He loved his chemms and they were laid out next to the bed, STRIP he said, we both took off each others gear and were naked on that bed, the rubber smell was intoxicating, again dried piss filled the room. He opened 6 bottles of poppers and let the pungent smell fill the room. Take what you want he said as he opened a box full of chemms, I snorted two lines of coke and took some crystal, and a viagra

Our bare flesh rested against each other as we partook. He took his cocktail, and well, after that, all I know is it was deep penetrating sex all night, every body fluid was exchanged, he enjoyed taking my spit, snot, piss and swallowing it, my balls emptied several times inside him and I licked out his every extremity and his cum flowed down my throat.

We had been going at it for 8 or so hours, no let up. Some small breaks, I don’t know where the energy came from but It was sheer heaven.

He was on his back, on the piss soaked rubber sheet, ankles on my shoulders, groaning with pleasure. I was so deep inside of him, my 9 ins penetrating deep inside him, filling him with my DNA, Our tits sore yet so exciting. The chemms enhancing every feeling, I just wanted his flesh so much, he was everytrhing I wanted, and also everything I would like to be.

Young, muscular, tatts, piercings, not afraid to dress the way he wanted, filthy perverted fuck. Handsome fucker.

I would love to be you! I said, you are so fucking hot and horny, Id exchange with you now if I could. Id love to be in your body. He just smiled, pushed his arse so my dick got harder inside of him, give me your gob he said, I spit straight into his mouth. Fucking great taste he said. Lets make it happen, Id like to look and become you, he said. I was so excited, this sort of cyber was a real turn on. Suddenly I felt really strange.I kept feeling like I was falling, but I was only on my knees, he saw me, his hand caressed my face, don’t fight it will be OK he said, what’s going on, don’t worry your fantasy will be fulfilled, just let go….drop, fall into my body become me he said.

I didnt know what was happening, my dick deep in him, almost stuck in there pulsating emptying my being inside of him, my hands on his chest. I gave in and started to fall, it seemed like I was leaving my body, a long way down and landed in him, not my body falling but my spirit. I was inside him and saw him heading upwards, going inside of my body, every part of me was tingling, I was in pure panick

I started to wriggle about, as if trying to fit into this new habitation, I felt strange, Looking up, I saw my own face, my body, I was smiling, I looked and saw my ankles on his shoulders, in fact they were his legs not mine, but I was in his body, and he inhabited mine, I felt a huge dick in my new arse, I had never experienced that before, it was so erotic, and he was fucking me so deep, trying out his new body and new role. I looked in the mirror, and I could see myself and him, but I was the younger one, the tattooed one piercing, and he was me, FUCK!!! I couldn’t belive it, I felt so fucking unbelievable horny, I kept looking in the mirror, I wanted this dream to last,

Fuck, I said, who am I whats my name, Your Gunter, you are now me, you inhabit my body, you have my life, and I am in yours, it feels good. I enjoy fucking. We fucked for an hour or so. At that point the tiredness got the both of us and we slept.

I woke up a few hours later, thinking the past was a dream. I left the bedroom and found a toilet, I held my dick and looked down, I jumped back. My dick was cut, and pierced, my hands different. I pissed all over the floor, in shock. I turned to the mirror, and there he was. I was the German boi, pierced nose, pierced ears, stubble, deep dark eyes, I was gorgeous.I was so shocked I fell back landing on the floor, I started to look at my arms legs, chest, and got a bit panicky.

Fuck I said, but it wasn’t my voice, and it wasn’t English, but German, I started to speak, what the hell has happened. It came out in his voice.

I went back to the mirror, and started to look closely. My face a Mexican moustache, well tanned and dark, deep black eyes, 22 yrs or so, handsome. It was so strange, but I liked what I saw. I felt my new face and head, chest arms legs, dick.

I had changed I liked what I saw. My dick was so hard I wanted to cum so much, so I started to wank. The experience and feelings were totally different to my own. At this point he walked in. Don’t waste that Gunter, I want it! Gunter, that’s me I thought.

Well, do you like, he said. In my body with my voice. Fuck do I , I said. This is what you wanted. I’m very happy being George, I didn’t know what to say,

He grabbed me and pulled me back into the room, then pushed me on the mattress, and got down in-between my legs, he started to suck me off. The feeling in my new body were so different, so enhanced.

After that he lifted my legs, and put them on his shoulders, Lets try out my new dick he said. No I don’t get fucked I said. You do now Mr, enjoy your new body.

I struggled a bit and he held me then entered me, OHHH it was heaven, what an experience, he just fucked me for the next 15 mins and then shot so deep inside of me.

So you liked that, eh? He said, yes I did, this is so fucking horny, as I looked at my new body and him.

We spent the next hour chatting, finding out who we were now, dates, family friends jobs, etc. A briefing to live another mans life.

It was 7pm. He stood up and dressed. I’m going back to the hotel, I want to try this new life out. It was strange to see someone ick up my clothes, but, they were his now, they belonged to my old body. Come to the hotel tomorrow, and lets change back. Ok I said, enjoy he said, smiling.

He left the flat. I was now another man, new looks new feeling new life. I went up to the mirror and started to explore who I was, the pirced nips, and dick, got me hard, the tattts on my arms chest back hands andleg, I was one horny fucker, as I looked around I new I was a dirty cunt, and wanted more.

The flat was now mine, so I started to explore. His wardrobe was hot. I selected a pair of good thick quality jeans with a stripe down the side and put them on. They zipped from front to back for easy access.

Huge German boots, fit my feet perfectly. I looked great. I spend a good 20 mins checking myself out and liking what I saw There was a knock at the door, I went to it. Two totally leathered men stood there. You ready Gunter, they said. Come in, hang on, I said in german.

Fuck what u been doing here, they said, some wild party, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

I put on a leather shirt, some arm band, a jacket, muir cap and gloves. I found a huge WW11 coat and put it on. Fuck this looked great

I came out to the guys, FUCKING HELL they said, I want you tonight, one said, and so did the other, they were a couple I discovered.

They both started to fondle me, it seems like we were good m8s, but where we going I didn’t have a clue. I followed these leather gods downstairs and into huge merc that was waiting outside. One of the guys, Kurt got in the back with me will peter drove, Kurt started to feel me up and then the kissing began. He was so handsome and he was into me. He gentle undid his breeches and forced me down onto his dick. First my mouth till he fed me his sweet cum. I wasn’t used to this but my new body really enjoyed it and I was going to experience as much as I could while I had it.

We arrived at a large farmhouse deep n the country. There were loads of cars parked outside. We got out and walked to the barn door, and were allowed in. The place was huge with about 60 totally leather and rubber clad guys in there.

This was going to be great. Peter came over to me and started to play, then a collar came out and was put round my neck, what the fuck? I said, the Kurt, pulled out a leather mask and forced it on my head, fuck I was worried, but strangely was enjoying it. My hosts body really liked this. So I succumbed.

As the night rolled on the two guys were all over me, the drugs ran free like the alcohol, and it wasn’t long before I was high. There were slings seats all manner of equipment in there. They found an empty sling and in I went, too fucked up to care.

They unzipped my jeans from front to back, tied my legs and hands, and left me there. It wasn’t long before I felt dick after dick inside of me emptying their hot man juice, I was in ecstasy. I could see out of the mask, who was fucking my arse. My nips were attached to chains, and I was fed drugs and alcohol all night, I pissed where I was, till my leather jeans were soaking.

Then I saw him, George, my old body with him in it. He smiled at me pulled out his dick and started to piss all over my face and chest, then in-between my legs, and pushed his dick deep into my guts, as he pushed he leaned over so we were face to face, You like your new life Gunter? He said. Yes the experience has been great, but I want to change back I said, lets start the process here. No way he said, I’m enjoying this too much. Being a top is great, He whispered in my ear, This body is mine, your life is mine, your never getting it back fuck wit. No way, I shouted you cunt helppppp, at this he produced a gag, and gagged me against my will, no one could here me now. I struggled but he continued to fuck me unloading deep inside of me, that’s the last bit of yourself you will ever have, this change is permanent.

I struggled and he put some drug under my nose I tried not to breath in but there was no way I could escape.

He continued to fuck, drink and soak me in piss.

Then I blacked out. When I awoke I was in the middle of a fuck fest 10 or so guys fucking pissing, sucking, I was being fucked by a huge black leather man, 12 ins deep in me as his partner sucked me off, another guy was mouth fucking me as yet others licked me and worked my tits.

I was in heaven. He had gone, I was now Gunter a 22yr old German. I had no choice but to accept my new life, and live it.

[taking-over-his-life]

Changing ethnicity

It was a hot sultry night as I went onto the deck of the boat. We were moored in Hamburg, on board the Czar Nicholas a floating hotel and club. The event was a yearly event organised by an international male leather club. I had been downstairs enjoying the views, feels and arses of the guys I had fucked. 

I was soaking with sweat the leather clinging to every inch of me. I needed fresh air to cool down before I headed back inside for some more man on man fun. I headed towards the back of the ship and rested o the balcony. 

I was looking down at the water when I saw a shadow cast on the deck by a lit cabin. I bent over and saw the figure of a guy on the deck below. He was in the shadow but he looked tall, just like I liked my men. 

The clouds moved and the moonlight lit up his face. He had strong features, nose lips of a black man. He looked masculine and handsome. He moved out into the light. He was dressed in overalls; he must work on the ship. He was looking up at me. I smiled, he looked nervous. I smiled back at him, and looked round to find some stairs .

I went down to the next deck, to where he had been standing. There was no one else there as it was warmer, and busier in the ship. I looked around and I couldn’t see him. Suddenly there was a noise, from behind me. 

There he was standing behind a life boat. He looked straight at me. He was 6’5’ solid muscle, totally shaved head, huge lips and nose, deep black eyes. The perfect example of an African man. 

I started to walk towards him. He was sheepish. As I got closer I could smell him, he had been working down below, hard manual labour, and it had extracted every drop of sweat and pushed it onto his skin. 

The smell was intoxicating. His overalls were filthy with oil and dirt; well worn they were tight on his torso. I could see his huge dick through the material. The zip unzipped down to his dick, his dick hair showing. Black curly shining with sweat. I stood right next to him. I could feel the warmth from his breath. I put my fingers into his overalls and felt the top of his dick. He moved back, He looked nervous, “first time”, he said. With a strong Nigerian accent. “Don’t worry Mr” I said, he was very nervous, “come with me” I said as I tried to direct him by touching his shoulder. 

He shook his head. “I will be seen” he whispered. I looked him straight in the eye and held his hand. “I’m in cabin 235, come see me” I whispered. He shook his head, “5 minutes” I said I walked back to my cabin with my dick seeping pre cum into my leather jock. I waited in my cabin for half and hour and he didn’t arrive, so I came out into the corridor. 

I was delighted to see him standing there. He looking nervous as hell. I noticed his dick was hard and sweat was all over the underarms and the stomach of his overalls, he was shit scared. 

His black skin showed the beads of sweat on his forehead. I stood in the doorway and beckoned him in. I left the open door and walked inside. He looked around and rushed in. Once inside he shut the door and just stood there. “You are one handsome fucking man” I said, he was sweating, I walked over to him, “don’t be nervous”, I said. I pulled the overalls from his shoulders and they dropped down, he was wearing nothing underneath. He was so muscular no fat, a perfect specimen. 

I put my hand on his dick and suddenly it started to rise. I looked into his fear stricken eyes, moved my lips towards him, we kissed, and his huge lips felt so good, his smell so horny. I put my tongue in his mouth and he did the same to me, deep inside each others mouths, he started to suck all my spit and swallow it. 

Then we started to exchange breath, he sucked the air from my lungs and breathed it into his. As he did this his dick got bigger and bigger. I was rubbing my leather clad body against his bare skin and he was reciprocating, his leg rubbing against my leather covered dick.

 I felt his pecs, hard and muscular soaked in man sweat, his pits soaked in BO, I rubbed them on my face so his smell was on my beard. I gently licked at his pecs, taking all his sweat, and then running my tongue over his nips, he rubbed my leather clad back as we played. He didn’t say a word but the moans were enough to let me know he was is ecstasy. I got down on my knees so his huge dick was opposite my face. The manual labour had forced his sweat to soak his skin and hair. I licked the tip of his huge 12 inch thick dick, and he groaned. I put both my hands on his chest rubbing them across to his arse and then the tits, he was groaning with pleasure. I swallowed his dick every inch deep into my throat tasting his pre cum as he groaned with pleasure. 

One of my leather clad fingers was entering his arse, as his back rose, he was in heaven. I pulled myself of his monster of a cock, and looked up at him. “Sit on the bed” I said, he smiled, those huge white teeth, so horny. He was starting to relax with me. 

I unlaced his boots and took them off him smelling his stink on the leather, his feet were bare. “Do u like leather gear?” I said “Yes” he said sheepishly, “have you ever worn it?” “No” he said. I moved next to him “Would you like to?” I whispered “Oh yes please Sir” he said. I took off my jacket and then the shirt. so I was bare chested, he started to feel me all over rubbing with his huge hard hands, it was like electric, I was in heaven. He looked up at me “you like me?” “Very Much “I replied. “your skin feels so good” he whispered. “Id love to be white and look and dress like you” he said. I said nothing, it seemed a strange fantasy, but hey, who is normal. 

I pulled off my boots and breeches and threw them on the bed, he was still rubbing me, I was so hard. “I would love to be white” he said, looking at me sheepishly, what I said, “id like to be white.” “Why” I said, “you are beautiful, Id love a body like yours”. “Would you like to be me” he said. “I don’t know, but what a fantasy to play out” I retorted He reached over and took my leather jock off me smelt it and gently removed the cock strap from my dick. 

The feel of his hands had me moaning as pre cum poured in buckets from my dick. He put my cock strap onto his huge dick and it just seemed to get bigger, as be pulled the jock strap onto his cock and balls. It was followed by my breeches; he zipped them up his engorged cock showing its shape through the leather. 

He smiled at me and pointed to my feet. I took off my socks, he held them smelt them and then onto his feet they went, and then my boots sliding up his calves, I was getting hard watching him. The shirt was next. He was like a black God. I looked at him and got on top of him so I straddled him on the bed. Looking at him I was amazed at his beauty. I

 got some pills out the draw and took two and he took two also. I lay on him kissing and rubbing my body against his leather covered torso. As the drugs clicked it he positioned me over his dick and then lowered me on to it, it penetrated my arse entry and slid deep into me. “I want to be white mister, id like your body” he said, “Ok Mr Id love to be a black god like you” I replied. I felt I should play along. 

He said, he forced me further down. I started to shout when his huge hand came over and sealed my mouth, he stood up his dick slipped out, My ankles were on his huge shoulders, and the head of his dick was pushing against the muscles in my arse.

He was sweating so much his stink intoxicating, I held my arse cheeks and pulled them apart until the head of his dick penetrated my arse. He was forcing himself deep into me. I felt his body touching the back of my legs, warm, leather tight against his muscled legs. 

As I looked into his face, his deep black eyes stared back at me. His muscled arms were rubbing my chest and playing with my tits, my dick was hard as iron, and seeping. He kept wiping my precum on his huge hand and licking it, enjoying every moment. “Be me” he said “change places, become a black man”. he took his hand away and started to kiss me, his huge lips enveloped my mouth, they felt so soft so warm, I tingled with excitement, his tongue went into every groove in my mouth as he suck out my gob, and then released his into my mouth, exchanging fluids, his tongue caressed every part of my mouth, and he then started to rebreath, he was taking my breath into his lungs, its as if he was stripping me away inside and taking what was mine replacing it with his, . 

There were beads of sweat dropping from his forehead onto my face I moved my mouth so I caught them and I swallowed them, they tasted so, so good, he was so deep inside of me , my back arching as he lunged his dick deeper and deeper in me, he was at least 12 ins and thick, 

I was in pain but enjoying it, his huge hands on my shoulders holding me down, then he started to pant, deep breaths, I looked straight into his eyes, I seemed to get lost in the blackness, then he started to pump his cum into me, his back arching as he pushed deep into me, I looked at the sweat pouring from every pour the look on his face, he got deeper harder pints and pints filling me up with his black dna He was exhausted and pulled out of me, it felt so good and he lay beside me in silence. 

He was soaking; I took the opportunity and rubbed myself on him We dropped off. When I awoke he was standing over the other side of the room wearing my gear, black leather on every inch of him He looked tremendous “This is who I want to be” he said, and looked me in the eye, he bent down picked up his overall, threw it at me, “wear this” he commanded. 

It was dark blue, well worn, with oil and grime, It was soaked in his sweat, the arms we dark dark blue and smelt of his pits and the back soaked. 

There were stains of pre cum where his dick had been I took my left leg and pulled it on, then the right. I manoeuvred my arms into it and pulled it over my back. It was so damp, so smelly so horny so dirty. “Imaging being me he said, you could have this body, all I need is your DNA in me”. I looked at him and thought Id play along, “yes I am you Mr I’m the black man look at me in your gear. Imaging if this overall was your skin.” 

He got excited at the thought of me wanting to be him. He pulled down my leather breeches he was wearing and revealed a black arse two full plump muscular cheeks, “screw me white boi” he commanded. My dick was so hard and I just lunged into him. 

I pushed and my precum and his sweat lubricated the entrance to his hole, with little resistance I went in. My balls banged against his legs as I pushed, deep deep penetrating sex, “give me your DNA” he shouted as he clenched his buttocks. “I want to be u”. “You’ll be a white man soon, and me black, I want your body boi” I shouted. I was in ecstasy and came so suddenly spurting into him. For some reason I was trapped in his arse, 

I couldn’t pull out and I was just spurting away my inners into him. Not that I wanted to stop, and then it happened, I felt so weak, but my dick was still pumping I couldn’t stop it. I fell on his leathered back in exhaustion still inside of him. I felt his warmth through the leather which was intoxicating. I moved my hands to his neck. “WHAT” I shouted out. I looked at my hands and they were getting darker, his neck lighter Every part of me was changing; I felt muscles and skin moving, changing getting bigger, stronger, and darker. I looked over to the mirror and could see that my skin was darker than before and my chest seemed bigger, the pecs standing out more, my arse was more pronounced, and I felt bigger and stronger. 

I felt my face, my lips were bigger than before, we were changing. I was trapped inside him as I fucked his tight arse I couldn’t stop even if I had wanted too, but strangely I didn’t. I felt like I was flowing into him every bit of me inch by inch. Next time I looked I had got darker, my hands changing, I felt stronger, and He was getting whiter and whiter, I tried to pull out but couldn’t, I could feel my DNA flowing into him pumping deeper into his guts as his took control of me, “stop this I shouted,” only it wasn’t my voice. It was deeper with an accent. 

Then suddenly I stopped pumping and his ass released my dick I was exhausted, covered in sweat, the overalls soaked stinking of black man. I fell back on the bed, and so did he. 

He looked at me and me at him, He had my face my looks my body, he was smiling, “I’m the white man now”. He said I looked down at the bulge through the sweaty overalls, it was huge I could see the shape of my new dick and balls, as I look it started to grow. I had never felt anything so sexually strong before. It was now my dick my balls. I was shocked at the changed. I pulled off the overalls to reveal my new body, I held this new thick 12 inch monster in my huge black hands, I stared to feel my pert but, huge calf’s six pack muscled arms, then my shaved head, huge nose and lips, I smelt divine, I went to the mirror, fuck I was enormous strong hard, pure male. 

I liked it. My skin felt so silky, so sensual. I saw him enjoying his new role, I wanted to try out my new dick and so grabbed him, he looked at me, “thanks “he said, I pulled down the breeches and forced my huge dick deep inside of him, as I spoke my voice was deep, and my accent African. 

He looked and sounded like me. I came deep in him, “enough” he said, “You had better go now”. “Go where, this is my cabin” I said, “no, its mine now”. He opened the door. “Get out” he shouted. “Or Ill fucking have you thrown out” I’m the white man now, who will believe you, leave or else” he shouted, laughing. “Come back in the morning and we will change back, I want to spend the night as you” he said He threw the overall over to me “put it on” he said, I was so confused at what had happened. 

I couldn’t believe it, and dressed and put on the boots, he pushed me out and closed the door. As I walked down the corridor I couldn’t believe what had happened. This body was so different. The smell the feelings the strength, everything was better. My dick was rampant as I thought about what had happened, but I was lost who was I? As I turned a corner, another black guy came up to me put his hand on my shoulder, “Jau, lets get some sleep we have had hard day”. 

We walked to a staircase that led down into the bowels of the ship, and went to a two bunk room. He got on the top and I stripped and lay on the bottom, “day off tomorrow” he said. I woke at 1000 am and rushed upstairs to exchange, it had been good but, a worker on a ship really wasn’t me. When I got to the cabin it was being cleaned, “where’s the man that was here” I said to the cleaner,” he left at 5am this morning” she said , “FUCK” I exclaimed. I looked around everything of mine was gone. 

I ran out and down to the dock, the bike wasn’t there, he had got away with my body my life, he had taken my place as a white man and left me in this body, I didn’t know what to do. I went back to the cabin and looked in what was now my locker. 

There were some Levis and cowboy boots along with other clothes. I decided to get showered. I went into the shower and started to soap myself down. As I did I felt the new me, fuck was it good, hard muscles, tight black curly hair on my chest legs and arms, my new dick was rising to the occasion. I started to rub and it exploded pints of cum shooting feet into the air. I washed off. After drying I put his white T shirt on, it shaped to my new torso and showed of my pecs, then the 501s, they just stuck to my legs and dick, the belt. I looked at myself, god my dick stood out in the jeans and they caressed my huge thighs. Then the socks and 12 inch cowboy boots, god I looked good, I picked up the jacket and I was off to the local gay clubs. 

As I walked I looked at myself in the windows, fuck I was incredible, how anyone could give this up. I felt so powerful, my dick was seeping as I walked along, it was so uncomfortable in those tight jeans, but boy did it attract attention, from everyone. I arrived at the club, and went it . It was full of smoke and a mixture of men. My eye caught a black leather man in the corner. 

And I know he was looking at me. I had seen him in my old body but he wasn’t interested, this time was different He walked over to me and said “nice arse MR,” I looked him in the eyes, “you want a piece” I said, “fuck yes I do” he replied. “OK your place?” I said He smiled,” Your forward, follow me” he said. We walked a mile or so to his home. He had all the top quality leathers a bluff man he would have bike the lot. 

I needed a black identity to stay here, maybe I could take his. It wasn’t long before we were on the bed, deep into each. Black on black. We were the same size height, who would know the difference. It was about 4am when I woke up, he was beside me fast asleep; I pushed him to make sure no movement. I turned him on his face, and spread his legs, I started to lick him out so deep, and he tasted unbelievable. 

I found his leather pants and put them on then the socks and boots, woof. I searched the house and found his name Guy Slaney and date of birth etc, I studied, suddenly he walked in, “what are you doing” he shouted, I looked at him, stood up, “taking your identity”, he looked confused. “I need someone to go back to Nigeria in my place, that’s you, OK?” I said “What the fuck”, he exclaimed, he started to run, 

I grabbed him by his waist and pushed him to the floor, I fell on top of him, “now relax “I said as he struggled, “its easier that way”, he was terrified, I saw some rings on his fingers and pulled them off putting them on mine, then some chains round his neck they transferred as well. “You’re a hot man I will soon take your place Mr how does that feel”? With that I pushed my dick inside of him 

[taking-over-his-life]

A meeting with a park cleaner changed my life

I was woken up by the sun streaming into my bedroom. It was a brilliant day, after all that can be described as one hot, hot, steaming night. I was still wearing the rubber from the night before, and boy the scent of man and sex just lingered like a cloud around me, and I loved it. It keep me hard as steel.

I ate, and looked outside “time for a ride” I decided. I went to the wardrobe and looked through my leathers. The blue bike leathers were tempting, but the black had more give in them. If I’m wearing rubber underneath I need some room to manoeuvre.

On they went the leather jeans sticking to the rubber on my legs and gently caressing my dick. The boots slipped gently onto my rubbered feet . I felt my boots and legs and crotch, hard as iron. I grabbed the jacket and pulled it over my shoulders, and grabbed my helmet, gloves, glasses and back pack before heading to the bike.

I rode around for about an hour, getting even sweatier than before. My crotch and dick were soaked in sweat by the time I reached the local park. I found a park bench sat, and had a drink of water which I had brought with me, and lay down for a rest. My sunglasses were adjusted as the sun was hot. It also took account of me lying on the bench my face pointing at the sky. I lifted my booted feet on the arm of the bench. Within a few minutes I had dropped off to sleep.

I was woken by the sound of paper rustling and metal clanging. I looked up and saw a guy, stocky, unshaven, really horny looking man, emptying some bins. He was taking an interest in me too, slight looks out of the corner of his eye.

There was a bin next to me and it was next in turn, should I get up or just lie here. I decided to stay put and let him come to me.

He came up to the bench, he was wearing blue trousers with silver reflective stripes at the bottom, and what looked like 32 hole DMs underneath. They were red, scratched and worn, creases in the leather from wear. His hi viz jacket was filthy and ripped in places. He watched me intently as he played round with the bin. His gloved hand adjusting his crotch as he manovered the bin into a bag.

I sat up, looking straight at him. He jumped, “Hi, doesn’t look easy that,” I said, smiling my most seductive smile. “Yeah your right, its not” he responded. He was looking at me up and down enjoying the view. I sat up, legs wide apart, which attracted his eyes to my crotch. “You must be hot in that gear m8”, I said, “nice and sweaty” I continued smiling looking straight into his eyes?

He was embarrassed, his eyes went down, quietly he responded “you are hot in your leathers, sorry I mean you must be hot” “you got it right first time” I said.

I rubbed my gloved hand on my crotch which was getting bigger by the second. His eyes were wide and he was licking his lips “You like leather then?” I said, “Fuck yeah” he said, broad east end accent. “I bet you’d look good in em, you look fucking great in work gear, bet it smells great after a day” I said.

“I like to get sweaty” he said, “so do I” I retorted, “Id like to wipe some of yours on me. Do you wanna go in the bushes, I said “no”, he said “I know somewhere better. Follow me”?

I walked behind him as he led the way. A hard swagger as he walked his arms slightly out from his sides, his head down.

He took me to an old underground toilet which was locked off. He undid the padlock, and we went downstairs, he padlocked behind us, “won’t be disturbed down here” he said.

The place was filthy and stunk of dampness, and the stink of old piss. Old Victorian urinals were still there, the place was inhabited by dust and spiders.

I saw him walking down the stairs towards me, he was stocky and masculine, stubble, cropped head, no grace in his movements’ just man. His dick pushed the blue workpants out at the front. There was a damp patch and the end of his dick turning the pant dark blue

He walked up to me, “what’s your name” he demanded, “Dave” I said, “yours?” “Jason”, he responded. His eyebrows moved up and he licked his lips. “You like leather boi, do you?” I said, “Fuck do I”, he said, “id like to get inside yours, feel your stink on me”, with that he started to unzip my jacket, I stopped him, “when I’m ready boi,” I said. suddenly he lashed out one fucking forceful punch right on my chin, I went down. I blacked out.

I eventually woke up,I don’t know how long I had been out. I tried to move but couldn’t I tugged. I realised I was strapped in a chair, and electrodes were on my head. “what the fuck” I said, . I realised the chair was attached to some sort of machine. “What’s going on” I screamed as I tried to get free. , “don’t worry, you will be OK” came a voice. There was a video playing, hard leather ff, fisting fucking the lot, it was so horny, “you like??? “ Jason siad

He walked up to me. His hand went down to my crotch, “Tell me about yourself” he said, He unzipped my leather jeans and pulled out my dick which was hard by now.

“Those guys on screen are hot, Id love to exchange with them” he said. “In fact I’m going to change with you”. “Change what” I shouted, “places” he said, “take your body, brain, memories money, life, become you”.

“Wouldn’t that be hot, imagine if you were me. Tell me about yourself, i’m Jason”. He continued I was squirming and tugging to get loose and beat the crap out of the arsehole “Fuck off I said what sort of cyber is this” I shouted.

“Its real m8, I took the machine off a guy and have been playing ever since. Imagine ill soon have your body and looks, your money Your gear and you will be me. You like my body Mr its going to be yours” At this point he got down and started to suck me off, fuck it was good, his warm mouth over my dick, “I want your dick mr, to have my legs in leather and you my work gear and looks” he said, inbetween sucking.

“Your a fucking whacko, let me go” I shouted. With this he produced a syringe “I need to know more about you and this will help you relax” I struggled, and he put the syringe in my arm, ‘don’t damage my new body m8’ he said, I was screaming at him with rage. I soon started to weaken I started to drift off.

I could hear him talking to me “this will allow you to tell me the truth Dave ‘what’s your name”? I told him, he asked for my birthdate address, relatives, pin numbers of accounts workplaces, clubs, everything about me and I was powerless, I had to answer, the drugs had control.

“Sounds like you’re a rich fucker with a good life, great, ill enjoy it” he said.

His dick was erect, showing its full, think size through the material of his pants. I could see everything he was doing but I couldn’t respond. He stood directly in front of me and started to undress. He took off the hi viz to reveal a union jack T shirt tight against his muscled torso. He pulled down the blue trousers to reveal skin tight bleachers and red 21 hole DMs. I like what I saw but I was totally disabled and scared at what he was going to do.

He moved over the top of me, and stood on the arms of the chair I was in, so his groin was level with my head, “here try this” he siad, “it will be yours soon”.

With this he trust his erect dick into my mouth and down my throat, fuck it tasted and felt good, the smell was riveting, I saw the bleachers as he pushed against my face, I was so hard but couldn’t do anything. He kept thrusting till he came in my mouth I had no choice but to swallow, threads and threads of sweet tasting cum.. “You have my DNA Dave; you will soon have the rest”. he said as he looked me straight in the eye with an evil grin.

I was getting control of my body slowly, “That will never happen” I managed to splutter out” He started to laugh “oh no”, he said pointing to his machine “when I switch this on, you become a park cleaner, and me the leather man, so get ready Jason”. He said.

With that he got down from the chair and pulled up his bleachers, and sat on the other chair. He attached some diodes to his head, looked at me smiled and pressed a green switch.

I felt a huge jolt in my body, I felt weak and faint, so much so, I blacked out. I started to come too and open my eyes. when It was dark and damp, I was still down in the underground toilet. I started to move around, and felt really strange, the arm and chest strap’s seemed tighter than before. I heard a creaking sound of plastic as I moved. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realised I was wearing a hi viz jacket. Where were my leathers? , “fuck what’s he done”. I shouted out to myself.

I tried to get up but was tied down; there were leather straps around my wrists, and a belt around my chest.

I could feel my legs fastened down near the ankles, I started to strain to get free, and I felt strange as I pushed and pulled but couldn’t get free. I shouted, “let me go, you fuck”. Then the lights came on.

“Hi” a voice came from behind, it sounded familiar, “how you doing Jason” it siad. “Who are you talking too” I said, but my voice was strange, it wasn’t mine it had a strange east end accent, My mind was going wild… “You boi” he said, and then he came into view.

It was half light; the top of him was in darkness and the rest of him in the light. He was dressed in my leathers, “fuck there my clothes cunt” I cried. Everything outa my mouth felt and sounded so strange. “Nope Jason they are mine now” he said in my voice, “who the fucks Jason” I screamed. “You are, look at me boi” he said, and then he stepped into the light in front of me…

The leathers fit him perfectly; my laced jeans, tight on his legs, my high shine Chippewa boots, Hein Gerick jacket and gloves, then the shock. It was my face, he had my body, and he was me.

He had my body and gear, I struggled, “NOOOOOOO!” I screamed at the top of my voice. “Yes I’m you, gonna enjoy my new bike Jason. How do you think I look? Eh? This life feels good” he said,

“I’m the rich biker, and you’re the fucking filthy cleaner” he continued. 2Let me go you fucking bastard, you’re not me I’m no fucking cleaner” I screamed. In seconds his leathered hand was on my mouth, and then out came a cloth, it was soaked in ether, I struggled and screamed, but had to take in breath, “Shut the fuck up Jason. The chair will release you in 5 mins. Heres’ your van key the old Renault round the back, you live at 6 Stockwell flats. Heres your key, he put them in the hi viz, you are me… Enjoy” . With that he rubbed his leathered hand over my shaved head, and smiled at me. I passed out. He walked out and left me.

The five minutes passed slowly as I struggled. I could feel big differences in this body, my arms were bigger than before and my thighs, I stunk, of sweat and dirt, it was intoxicating, but I was terrified, who was I.

Suddenly the chair unlocked itself, and I quickly jumped out. I started to feel my face, lots of hard stubble shaved head, it felt thuggish. I searched around and found a mirror; I cleaned it off and stared into it.

What I saw terrified me, it was someone else, not me, younger, masculine, dumb and thuggish looking. Initially shocked as I looked I liked it. I started to feel my new body, I had lost 6 inches in height but gained it in girth. My pecs were huge. I stripped off and started to look and feel, tatts piercings, my dick was huge and thick, pierced and hard, fuck I liked it.

I redressed in those stinking work clothes, and went upstairs. I found his car out back and got into it. What a fucking tip, papers old cans, it was disgusting, and this guy was a fucking filthy slob.

The van was old, a wreck. I started off and got eventually to his place. It was a council block, 3 floors high. His flat, or mine now, was on the top floor in the corner. There was a grill over the door which I unlocked. Then the door had two locks I opened the door and in I went. It stunk of piss. There was a lounge bathroom kitchen and bedroom. They hadn’t been cleaned for years paper cans food all over, clothes on the floor. Lots of the gear caught my attention. It was mainly skin gear, bleachers 20 hole DMs, fucking horny I thought, and this new dick started to jump.

I went into the bedroom and it was just a mattress on the floor a few blankets and a rubber sheet, nazi pics covered the walls and a swastika flag. It stunk off piss sweat, and cum. It was a hole.

I started to feel a craving what I didn’t know. I saw cigarette buts all over so decided to light up, fuck it was great my lungs just took it in and embraced it. What a feeling.

I stripped off the work clothes and started to look at this body. Fuck it was thuggish and horny. I had tatts on both arms, top and bottom, Nazi flags and insignia, A swastika over my left breast. Celtic designs on my back and legs. Tats of runes on the back of my neck.

I moved the huge hands and stroked them over my pecs and tits, the hair on my chest felt so soft on my hard calloused hands, I moved down to my stomach and felt the outline of a six pack. Then round my thighs to my hard pert arse.

I was pierced a huge prince Albert in my dick, a ring in each nip, rings in my nose, three on my left ear. I was a horny fucker. My dick was hard and seeping, I held it, and it was so fucking hard. I put my finger in the pre cum, smelt it and tasted it, it was sweet and good.

I picked up a pair of pissed on and filthy bleachers and put them on, over my thick hairy legs, they were tight around my new pert arse.This new dick was rampant it was hard to get it in the pants.

Then I saw some red 20 hole steel toe capped DMs, woof I thought. There were some long socks next to them so on they went, boy the reeked, then the DMs it took me ages to lace em but they were so fucking horny. I looked in the mirror and fuck was I something. The braces on the bleachers hung down near my arse. I looked at my huge muscles arms and good smell my pits, I moved my head under them and enjoyed the man stink, rubbing the sweat from then on my nose.

I found a union jack T shirt stained and stinking of BO, it almost knocked u out and put it on. It was tight showing off my new torso. I was at that mirror looking from every angle, enjoying each view.

I lay there on the stinking rubber sheet in stinking gear with an unwashed filthy body of a thug, and was in heaven. Smoking away. What a fucking trip to tell my m8s about.

I woke up to a knock at the door. I stood up quickly forgetting where or who I was. A bit of panic, who is it?

I pulled myself together and opened the door; three skin heads said hi m8 and walk straight in. here u go said one, and passed me a beer.

“How u doing Jase” one said, I went along and soon got into conversation with them. Frightening looking thugs, but all so fucking horny and masculine.

The ciggs were out the beer being passed around, then one brought out a DVD, “stick this in Jase” he said. I put the DVD on, and sat on a sofa next to another skin called Ed, who put his arm around me. I snuggled in and didn’t say a word. The vid started, it was hot skin on skin porn. Lots of nazi overtones.

But man on mansex like id never seen before. Ed got his dick out, and look at me grabbed the back of my head, down boi, he said and manoeuvred me to the floor, His dick was huge tattooed and pierced. Woof, I got down and started to lick and suck.

He was a filthy fucker pushing his seeping cock deep inside my mouth and throat. The thoughts in my mind, hard muscled thugs and me one of them. I held his worn 20 hole black DMs as I enjoyed his taste. By this time the other two were at it. One of them had laid out some lines of coke. ED pulled up my head and started to snog me his tongue in my mouth nose ears. We walked over the table and started to snort the lines. MY whole body was vibrating with excitement. My dick so hard and solid. I actually liked who I was now.

The night rolled on, sex followed, fisting fucking you name it the drugs were plentiful the beer and ciggs, me and my ed shared everything. Then all 4 of us john and reg ended up on the bed, piss, drugs a dick in my arse my mouth my dick in everyone’s arse, fucking hell it was great.

We all stripped off, I had turned off the light and lit some candles. The syringes and drugs were laid out We enjoyed the feelings and just drank spirits till we were paralytic. The Viagra kept us all hard, I was lying on the rubber sheet with Ed, when Reg started to piss on us both. Reg was rubbing the piss into our skins and massaging my dick I got onto my knees, and Reg got down and started to suck at my dick and balls, Ed was kissing me his tongue deep in me as John started to push his dick into my man cunt

I was tingling all over as he entered deep inside of me This is what I really wanted to do and be. There was no way I was giving this up, I was now Jason, I was the skin. I wasn’t going anywhere.

It was 11 am I woke up and went to the loo. I looked down and saw my new dick and legs and remembered last night, Reg followed me and within seconds he was inside me Pissing in my arse. I loved it.

Ed was a muscular well built guy, shaved all over, deep blue eyes. I think we were an item if not I wanted to be. I washed regs piss off my legs, and got back on the bed with ED, and put my arms round him, He snuggled in

My dick was like iron, as I manoeuvred it to his hole, then I started to push, my hand held his dick as the other massaged his tits

Gradually I worked my way deep inside of him, my balls banging against his arse. He got on all fours, and I went in-between his legs and fucked him rigid doggy style

He grunted and groaned with sheer pleasure. I rammed him so hard his head hit the wall, my balls just strained and I emptied pints of my man cum so deep inside his guts. He just shivered with excitement and pleasure. . I lay on top of him. And we slept It was 3pm we got up naked, and made a cup of tea, he kept feeling me arse chest dick kissing me,

We talked and talked. Then I realised he fancied me but he wasn’t mine. Fuck, I couldn’t believe it, but it was me in Jases body, should I do this or wait till I change back. No fuck it I wanted him, Fuck Jase I had his body I wanted Ed. I asked him to stay with me, he said yes.

I watched him intently, as he started to dress, he picked up his undies and put them on, his dick and balls filled them so well. ‘give me them’ I said, I want part of you on me. He smiled, ‘you fucking perv’ I smiled. He pulled them off his dick and arse and handed them to me. I smelled them, pushing them against my nose, his smell was intoxicating.

My dick was attached to my nose. I pulled his undies on, they caressed my arse and dick, he started to feel me in them and kiss me. I wanted every liquid he could give me, his stink all over me. I was in love.

I picked up some stained bleachers, more white or dirty white than blue, and put my feet into them, pulled them up over my muscular legs and over my arse and dick. My dick showed its shape against the denim, and that was yellow and grey stained with piss and dirt. Oh they felt good, then the socks rank and sticky and red worn 20 whole DMs. Ed laced them for me as I caressed his back and head, he sucked at my shaft under the jeans, and he laced my DMs.

I put some huge rings on each finger some dog tags round my neck. He dressed in a similar way. “Let’s go out” he said. I looked at him and pushed him against the wall, and started to kiss him my tongue caressing his mouth, he tasted good our dicks were touching getting bigger, “Fuck you dirty bastard, let’s get out here or ill end up inside you again”, “OK” I said.

[taking-over-his-life]

The solicitor and the skinhead

It was 2am when I received a call from the local police station. They had arrested a guy for violent disturbance and he had requested a solicitor. I was on duty tonight and there was no way I could get out of it. ,”45mins” I said as I put the phone down. I didn't need the money but decided to do this as I got to meet some real rough bastards, the type I fantasized over. It was the only way I could make contact with this sort of guy. 

One day I'd find one who would want to fuck me senseless.  I got dressed, white shirt, red tie blue suit black shoes, and picked up my leather briefcase, then onto the garage. The Audi was waiting as I sunk into its leather seats. I thought about what sort of dim witted fucker I would meet and it made me hard. I resented these dumb socialist thugs. Never worked, no morals, little diction. I resented how their bodies had grown so strong, their attitude so belligerent while they contributed little to society, while I had worked hard through school and university to get where I was and those low lives just took.

They looked so hard so masculine everything I wanted, I just needed one who I could get into my bed and fuck senseless, and let him do the same to me rather than the hooray henries I usually picked up.

I got to the station and parked in the yard. I was so sexually charged, probably the spliff I had had earlier and the tiredness. I spoke to Andy on the front desk a hot Latin looking cop, damn I wish I was in his pants, but I have to keep up the pretense.I was signed in and briefed on the job I had to see. Malcolm was his name. He beat a young guy senseless as he shouted abuse at him. I looked at the address a block of council flats, typical scrounger I thought.

I was led into the interview room and again shown the panic alarm which was standard procedure. Ill be ok I said as I sat down opposite my client“Hello” I said, “my name is George Anstey”, I am the duty solicitor. He snarled at me, I looked at him and took in every aspect of his look persona and dress. He has the same height and build as me, He put his feet on the table, red 30 hole doctor martins, worn and dirty from wear. I looked at them, tight on his legs, so tight I could imagine his muscles through them and how they must smell. 

I followed up his legs, white and blue bleachers, so tight on his thighs so muscular and that crotch, stuck up so high so packed, damn I was getting hard I was mesmerized when he said… “like what u see”? I was shocked and tried to speak but had to swallow to get a word out, “what do u mean” I said He took his feet off the table and I felt them rub against my legs under the table. It was like an electric shock I started to speak, as I sheepishly looked into his face. He was smirking. I saw his shaved head and face and his eyes peering at me. The ring in his nose glinted against the light and the swastika tat on his neck gave a strong message. “How can I help u” I said clearing my throat, he just looked at me, and rubbed his thigh against mine, I shivered he smiled an evil sadistic smile. “Got myself a bum boi have I” he said. I went red with embarrassment, “you like rough do u Mr. Solicitor” I did and by this time ii was hard and seeping “Get me out of here tonight and ill fuck, you raw to heaven, bum boi” he grunted.I questioned him at length and found a few procedural errors in the arrest. 

After an hours discussion with the police they released him on bail.I waited round the corner from the station and saw him walking towards the car, he swayed like a gorilla his shoulders huge in the jacket. 

I watched his legs in those tight bleachers as they caught the light. His huge crotch gently moving from side to side. I saw the light from the street lamp reflect off the rings in his ears and nose. His fists were clenched in tight black leather gloves as he moved closer and closer to the car. I opened the passenger door as he approached he didn”t seem surprised to see me.He looked at me and smiled, and instead of getting in the passenger side he pushed me over and jumped into the driver”s seat.I didn”t resist, I just let him. I knew it was a mistake but I was so horned up I was dripping into my silk boxers.“Nice car George boi, thanks for getting me out,” he said, he grabbed my crotch with his leathered hand and pressed; it was as if 50000 volts had gone through me.“Now lets pay the solicitor”, he looked at me and smiled, his nostrils enlarging showing the nose ring more clearly. I watched him as we drove, 4 rings in his left ear two on the top two at the bottom, ohhh what I would have given for piercings when I was young.I could see we were heading to his place into the worst council estate in the area he pulled over next to a block of flats and got out. As he did I saw his arse properly for the first time. Tight bleachers over two tight hard cheeks, fuck he was incredible.“Follow me georgie” he said as he walked in front of me to an entrance. It was filthy, litter all over, the stink of stale piss. I walked being him as we climbed the stairs, concentrating on his ass and legs, every muscle movement I saw I recorded, his red doctor martins moved with his legs and feet, the leather giving way to accommodate the muscle movements. The soles were worn, as was the stitching, I was just mesmerized by the time we reached the 4th floor. He turned around and looked at me. Smiling he said “you want this don”t you,”“ “want what” I said, “me” he replied, I said “very much,”We walked to the last door on the landing he fiddled with some keys and opened and iron gate which was over the door. In we went. I followed my stomach turning with excitement and my dick raging. When we got in he lit some candles. “No leckie” he said.We walked to a filthy kitchen. He got two beers passed one too me, “here” he said, “no I don”t” I said, suddenly he jumped towards me and pushed me against the wall. “I said fucking drink cunt” he said. I drank. The violence had my dick raging and he could see it. He rolled some spliffs and set them aside. “Now solicitor what do u want” he grunted. he grabbed me and started to kiss me, his tongue entering my mouth. “you like it rough eh”? He said. He lit the spliff and put it in my mouth. I didn”t care anymore and breathed it in. I coughed and then my head started to roll.He was all over me his hands in my shirt trousers, undressing me bit by bit. By the time he finished I was naked. He was there smelling my underpants pushed against his face, moaning with delight.I was totally naked, on the kitchen floor of a filthy council house, a solicitor out of my power clothing being controlled by a bigoted skinhead dumb fuck. 

I had my hands on his doctor martins feeling the worn leather. He sat down lit a spliff and that was it. “lick them cunt” he said and pushed my head to his boots. I was in heaven as I licked and licked that red leather.We played all night I woke up He was standing there, sweaty and dirty from our night of sex. His tattooed body got me hard again as I watched him smelling my undies. He looked at me, climbed on the bed, got sitting on my chest his legs either side of me. “I want you to stay here for a while fucker,” he passed me my blackberry, “tell everyone your sick” he said, “what?” I said looking confused, “text them now. Your sick” he ordered, he grabbed my throat and positioned his ass over my dick, smiling at me, “your sick, OK”? I was as hard as iron, and texted work and friends. “Ok Mal” I said.He went to his stash and lit a spliff and made me smoke it all. I was floating. I saw him smell my undies and put them on, then my shirt, “what you doing” I said (Must be honest it was turning me on) “I need to go out boi, need to look right for the car, eh?” “you make a hot solicitor Mal” I said, “go back to wanking skin fucker”” he said to me. He dressed fully in my clothes, and looked good, checked my wallet and left. I lay there in this stinking bedroom, rubber sheet stained with piss and cum the smell was electric and I was horny as hell, the spliff making it betterI saw his stained yellow jock, I reached out to smell it pushing it against my face and nose, to get his smell all over my goatee. I wanted it to linger, then I stood up and put my legs through the holes and pulled it up so it covered my raging cock. I pushed it tight against my dick and balls so they would absorb his smell as I looked around there on the floor was his gear, I saw the bleachers and started to cum, on my own as I picked them up and started to step into them, the feeling was so intense, and I fell on the bed.My cum soaked into his jock, I started to pull the bleachers up over my ass and dick, and managed to zip them up and fasten the button, as my cock rose to full height.I looked down at my legs covered in his filthy gear, damn I felt so good. I picked up one of his cigs and put it to my mouth, I lit up. I didn”t smoke but this was so hot I felt so horny again and picked up his socks, they were grey with dirt and foot sweat, I smelled them again and again wanting the smell to be mine.I pulled one on my left foot it came to just below the knee then the right one. I could feel his stink entering my pours. Then the pista resistance. His doctor martins. Worn red 30 hole monsters, I picked up the left boot and spent 5 mins with my head and nose it enjoying the smell and my tongue licking and tasting the leatherOn it went my foot fitted perfectly. It took me ages to get the laces on, I was out of it, but the fitted so snuggly and tight. Then the right boot, I looked down, damn I was a fucking filthy worthless skin. I could feel and smell who he was, and I was him for a day. I picked up his Fred Perry vest and savored the smell of the pits It was soon on my body snug and tight. I stood up and found a mirror again without any assistance I shot a load in his jock. I found a beer and another smoke and enjoyed his last spliff, if I was to play him I needed to act like, and fuck was it hot.I dozed off, it must have been evening when he came back, dressed in my gear. I heard something but just enjoyed the enforced sleep. Suddenly I felt myself being lifted, “hey” I said. There he was a pierced dirty skin boi in my suit. I smiled“You look fucking hot as a skin boi” he said, “lets make it real,” he laid out some coke and gave me a straw, “enjoy “ he said, I took two lines 

By this time my mind was floating I would do anything. I saw my reflection in the mirror, fuck I was a low life scum skin. I was so horny. “Sit here skin fucker” he said. I did suddenly I heard the sound of clippers and saw my hair falling to the ground, I put my hand up,” noooo” I said. Suddenly I felt a huge punch to my face and felt my nose break, ahhh I then blacked out.It was the next morning when I woke up, I felt something on top of me and realized it was him fucking my ass, the bleachers and skin gear was still on me and he was panting and sweating as he fucked me raw and senseless, my nose was in pain but the thought of him in me got me so hard he was shouting as he suddenly let rip into my guts, I came in his, no, my jock againHe got off me,” how did you like that fucker” he said, I looked up he was naked, tats down his arm back chest legs, fucking incredible. Strange I thought his hair was growing now. I got up and started to kiss him, my tongue deep on his mouth. As I did I caught a reflection in the mirror, two skins one in gear one naked. Fuck I realized that the one in gear was me. I was shaved, shaved head, face, damn I looked hot.He pulled me over to the kitchen fed me and gave me some e tablets. I took two. “Take one every six hours “he said.” Ill be back tonight.” I felt my legs and feet in the skin gear and rubbed my hands on my new shaved head, fucking hell, whats happening I thought. I looked in the mirror, who the hell was it, a thug, broken nose, shaved head, what was happening.He came out of the bedroom after getting changed. He was in my suit, in fact it was another suit of mine, where had he got it from. He walked up to me grabbed my crotch, stuck his tongue down my throat. “Now smoke these fucker” he handed me two spliffs, two e tablets and a pack of 20 ciggs.” Ill be back at 7 make sure u have had them all. It will be so hot tonight so fucking hot for you skin boi”. he looked into my eyes. “You like being a skin” he grunted, I rubbed my hands on my legs and chest, “fuck yeah Mal”, I said. “Lets make it real tonight fucker”. Think of yourself as me” “ Would you like to be me,”? “ wow”i said “you mean I could take your place” I responded, “yeah” he replied, “please “ I said not realizing what I was asking. I was still high.“Tonight fucker tonight” he said and left. I watched him from the balcony as he strutted in my suit to my car and drove off. I pulled out the cigs, sat on the ground with my dm feet on the railing and smoked two of the ciggs. They made me feel sick at first and then the euphoria kicked in. My mind was just racing at the idea of being a low life skin.I lay down on the rubber sheet of the bed and smelled the piss and cum, I was in heaven. I could smell my sweat mingling with his on MY skin gear, it was mine now, not changed in two days fucking hot. I wore his flight jacket and found his rings and gloves on they went along with the dog tags and thick metal chain around my neck.I stood in front of the mirror and just wanked for hours. I took the e tabs as instructed and the spliffs. I got though 18 ciggs before he got back. I could hear him and other voices along with things they were moving.I came out of the bedroom and saw two huge tattooed guys. “Hi Mal”, they said to me, I smiled and liked being addressed like that. They erected two chairs and some equipment.Mal was there again in my suit, he smiled, his hair was starting to really show on his head. “You shaved hour head today Mal ?” he said, “no sir”i said, “do it now while we set up” he said.He followed me to the bathroom. And gave me a razor and soap. He stood behind me his erect dick pushing at my ass through the cloth.“Take these, he gave me two tablets”, and some water,” swallow Mal “he said, “I like being called that” I said, getting on my knees to suck him, “later boi” he said. “Shave” he instructed I shaved, what an erotic experience. When he came out, the big buys introduced themselves, rod and jay. “Now heres whats going to happen” said Jay smoking a cigar. “I will copy his tats” pointing at Mal “onto your body. It will hurt a little. rod will remove them from Mal at the same time so its like a transfer”.“Tomorrow you will be an inked skin boi”he said smiling at me as he felt my crotch. “Ill start with some holes for you new piercings. what should I call u skin boi”? He said. I looked at Mal, “is it ok if I use your name”? I said “Yeah you be me skinboi”, he said. I looked at Jay, “I”m Mal,” I said and smiledIt seemed to last forever, the pain in my ears eyebrows dick nipples, and the sustained pricking on my neck chest arms back and legs. I was so out of it and watched Mal as he had them removed. I fell to sleep. When I woke up I was in bed, bandages where the tats had been transferred. Mal lying next to me in the same condition. I looked at him, “fuck what happened Mal”, he reached over, and squirmed as his back hurt, “I thought we agreed, who Mal was, you changed your mind skin” he said looking at me angrily, “no sorry” I said, “your George, I”m Mal”, “how u doing George” I said. “Ok Mal” he replied. “Here take these” he said and handed two more tabs and I was out.I must have been out for days. I woke up and he was standing there naked, no tats, smoking a spliff and wanking over me. I kneeled and put my lips around his cock and sucked like never b4 it wasn”t long b4 he came buckets in my mouth, pulling my shaved head to his groin. “You like that Mal. Like your solicitors cum, eh”? He said. “fuck yeah sir”, I said in his voice. “Come here” he ordered. He stood me in front of the mirror and removed the bandages from me. We were both stark naked. He revealed my tatts celtic on my legs and chest, wings on my back, my dick responded and was so hard I came without touching it all over the mirror as I looked at the new me“Lets finish this off skinboi” he said. he went to the kitchen. I just looked at the new me, thinner, shaved inked fuck I really was Mal now no one would know the difference, he came back with a bowl and some disinfectant “lets complete this” he said. He pulled out the huge pa from his dick and soaked it in the bowl of disinfectant. “lets see how it looks on you Mal” he said. My dick was erect again, as I wanted it so much. He got the pa and with difficulty pushed it through the hole the tattoo guys had made. He slapped my dick “horny cunt” he said. I looked down and saw his, no my pa I my skin dick, “fucking hell” I said, “is this real?” “Give me them all I want to fucking be you in everyway Mal” I shouted, desperate for every last piece of the real Mal.He took them out of his nips and put them on mine, then his ears, eyebrows, and eventually the heavy thick ring from his nose. “this makes you a skin pig boi Mal” he said, I was just mesmerized at how I looked and felt, I just gazed and gazed at my new reflection. He lit a spliff.” Here” he said. I smoked got high, and laid on my back as he fucked me raw. We were looking at each other as we changed identities.

After an hour of sex, he stood up and went to get cleaned up. I picked up my filthy skin gear and dressed. Maybe I could go out today as Mal I thought, who would know .He came in suited and booted. “Got go get back to my place today Mal” he said. “Here”s the keys to your council flat enjoy” he smiled.” Heres a few quid to get u by”.”Your m8s will be hear at 8 tonight for a skin fuck fest enjoy, you skin scum” he saidI looked in the mirror at a fucking shaved skin scum, Nazi symbol on me neck bleachers doctor martins Fred Perry a fucking dream, pig ring in me broken nose, rings on me fingers thick silver chain round me neck. My crotch was fucking huge as me huge dick stood to attention. I moved around seeing how masculine and thuggish I was.I pulled out the ciggs and went outside onto the landing and looked over at the estate. A neighbor came out a chav guy, he looked at me. “Aint seen u around for a bit Mal” he said. He thought I was Mal, in fact I fucking was, “been fucking busy m8, outa me head” I said. “He sidled up to me”, I offered him a cig as we chatted about nothing in particular. He rubbed his leg against mine. I looked at him, “you want to fuck cunt?” “Fuck yeah” he said. Within minutes we were inside his place fucking like rabbits. Me inside him, him in me, leaving our cum inside each others guts.I finished went outside and smoked two ciggs. time for a walk I thought. I locked me flat, my flat, I thought and headed down the stairs.

Filthy dump I though. I was greeted by a couple of skins and we chatted. Real fucking rough m8s I thought. Women moved outa me way as I came past. I was shocked when I passed the local shops to see me reflection, it was just like the time I saw Mal as he approached my car, my car, what was I thinking, I was Mal now.