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Taking David’s Life and Love

Another favourite of mine from the Gay Spiral Stories Site.

By blufman1

I moved into a nice suburb of Manchester into a large terraced house, with a huge ground floor and large garden, which was perfect for my needs. I was 45 and after a very active professional and personal life, I discovered last year that I was suddenly in a situation I had never encountered before, where I was struggling with an illness, cancer. I had always been healthy and strong and this whole episode just freaked me out so much so I went into very early retirement and seclusion. It was having an impact on me mentally and physically and I really didn’t want others to know. I was paranoid about people treating me like an invalid. I probably only had a few years left so I wanted somewhere quiet to end my days.

I didn’t have any family to speak of, as I had cut them off early in my career, which I regret, however they really didn’t like my lifestyle and that caused a lot of friction between us. My Mom was dead and my brothers were all settled down now, so I didn’t want to include them in my close circle of friends. More and more I gradually, I aligned myself to my gay friends in that area, and my lifestyle was more leaning towards leather fetish. I had always wanted to experiment with leather, yet my illness stopped me getting into the more aggressive parts of that particular scene.

The area I lived in was really suburban and very quiet, normally professional couples. After a few weeks of window gazing, I worked out that the guys next door were a pair. A few hugs and pecks at the door were unmistakable signs as well as they way they dressed and acted on occasions. They were my escape as whenever I heard their front or back door open I was at the window, perving at them. They never saw me.

Every time I saw them going to the car my heart just jumped. They were so hot, 25-30 years bearish stocky and muscled. They wore tight Levis which moved up their arse slits as they walked and cut off tee shirts showed there chests and pecs off. The hair on there arms and faces was incredible. I dreamt about being in those arms and being part of their relationship. Rarely was there a day that I did perv over them, and they became the one thing that sustained me, as I went out less and my friends seems to evaporate, as I stayed at home more and more.

The garden was a real pleasure for me. I spent a lot of time designing and maintaining it. If I say so myself, it was a work of art and showed everyone else garden up. I was working in the garden when one of them came I out. I looked up and said hello which he responded. We chatted for a while as he admired the garden, while I was admiring his package. Damn it stood out in the worn Levis, as his muscled legs were packed tightly into denim. His name was Greg, and he was a really nice guy. I barely concealed my hard on as we spoke and I’m sure he noticed but didn’t comment, thank heavens, I would have been so embarrassed. We met a couple of times as he was leaving or coming home and chatted every time. We become good acquaintances.

One day he invited me for dinner with his boyfriend David. I had seen David but never chatted with him. He was incredible; a bearded muscled tattooed bear pierced and arrogant. Damn I lusted after him as much as Greg. I imagined myself as him fucking Greg’s hot ass and often wanked myself to sleep in that incredible fantasy.

Dinner came and went and I enjoyed the talk and the company. I explained I was gay so the conversation became more interesting and I thought it best to mention my illness as I tired easily and I didn’t want them to think I was bored. They accepted it well and I felt comfortable dropping in to see them and they did the same, we became great friends.

However, after a couple of months I noticed that the atmosphere in their home had changed. David seemed really harsh with Greg and Greg seemed really upset almost hurt. I didn’t pry. I could hear some shouting one evening and listened at the wall. It seemed that David had been playing around. Again I didn’t pry, and during my visits to their place I encountered a very strained relationship between them. A very early morning I was woken up by the sound of David arriving home totally drunk, and hammering on the door. Greg let him in and an argument ensued. It went on for a while, drugs and drink were mentioned as well as sleeping around. After that David started staying away at night, and Greg always looked so depressed when I saw him.

One evening I was in the garden and Greg arrived home, I thought I had to say something. “Are you okay, Greg?” He smiled at me and started to cry, damn I didn’t know what to do, I grabbed him around the shoulder and led him into my place. “Sit down.” I said as he sobbed. I got him a drink and sat next to him on the sofa, and he started to tell me the story. David had got in with a bad bunch of guys, he had started using drugs and getting drunk and fucking around all over town. I consoled him by hugging him and we chatted for hours. Damn I wanted to fuck him so much, to feel his body and his lips, but I wasn’t a predator, so I listened. He calmed down and gradually gained composure. He thanked me and hugged me and said I had helped him.

The next few weeks Greg visited my house quite a bit just wanting to talk. I listened. One night he just broke down sobbing, as he told me it could be over between them. He was distraught. I walked over to him and hugged him, he responded. Suddenly he looked at me, “I wish David was like you. You’re such a kind, loving person.” he kissed me. I just shuddered and kissed him back. We started to rub against each other and kiss. I broke it off.

“Greg this isn’t right. I think you are the hottest man I have ever met and I would love to get into bed with you every night, but I don’t want to prey on you when your vulnerable, and look at me… I’m literally withering away!”

“I wish your mind and spirit could take over David’s body and bring him back to me..” said Greg.

“Damn Greg, I wish that too. To be inside of that body and be with you would be a dream come true.” I responded. He left and I could think of nothing other than stealing David’s body off him and living his life with Greg.

Greg came over a few times and we were becoming more affectionate and eventually had full on sex in my bedroom. He started to talk about me taking David’s place and knew a way we could do it. I was shocked but intrigued. He said I deserved a body like David’s, as David was a low life. Why should a nice guy like me die when a douche-bag like him lived on. He asked me would I like to change places with David. “Of course,” I said. “but that is impossible.”

“I think I may have a way. Let’s meet tomorrow.” he said and left. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had said. My whole night was wanking with the thought. What was he saying, was he demented? The impact of David’s new lifestyle must had thrown Greg over the edge.

The next day he called me and told me to be in the street at 1pm as he was going to pick me up. His car came around the corner and he opened the door. He was in a blue suit, crisp white shirt and blue tie. He was so hot. I touched his leg as we drove. “Where are we going” I said. “To see a friend. You will like it.” he replied.

We travelled into the centre of the city and parked in a car park near the train station. He held my arm tight as we got out of the car. “Don’t worry, I think you will really like this.” I was confused, but I trusted him so much and he was the man of my dreams, so I went along with him. If he said I’d like it I would. It was probably a gift, as he knew my birthday was soon. We entered a block of apartments and headed for the lift. Once inside he grabbed me and kissed me.

“What’s this all about?” I said as we headed for the 11th floor.

“I know you want me,” said Greg. “and would love to take David’s place. Well, let’s make it happen so I can be with you.”

I was thinking we were meeting with David to tell him it was over. Damn that would be embarrassing, but if it meant I could finally be with Greg I would endure it. We knocked on a door, number 1112 and a guy answered. “Is this him?” he said to Greg, looking at me. “Good.” he said to me smiling and grabbed my arm. “Come in.”

We were given a drink and he started to explain. He went through the idea of a human having two parts; body and spirit, and that they detached on death. However there was a way of detaching and reattaching a spirit to another body. Greg looked at me and said: “It means you can have David’s body and life, one you have always lusted after, and it would mean you could be with me forever.” I was shocked, but turned on by the idea.

“What about David?” I said.

“He will be you. A fair exchange for a man with not one ounce of conscience or morals. He will kill that body of his soon with drugs, so let him have your dying one instead. It’s a fair swap and you can then restore his life to what it was, with me as part of the deal.” said Greg.

“How? How is it possible? It can’t be real!” I said.

We talked for nearly 4 hours until I understood, or I think I understood what it was about. Greg spent the next two days planning with me how we would deal with David in my body. I decided I would put the house up for sale and move into a hostel. I wanted a secure place, as I wanted to ensure they would eventually lock me up. We registered Greg as my partner and he would have to sign any papers for me to be committed. I moved and played along with this, transferring my money to Greg.

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It was Sept 21st, the night of a huge leather party in the centre of the city. David was attending with his mates. Peter, one of Greg’s close friends, who had been in on the plan had done his research and knew what Greg liked. He hired a young skin guy and arranged for him to meet up with Greg to share drugs and then bring him back to the 11th floor apartment where we could take control. I was at the apartment with Greg at 2am, locked away in a room with Peter. We waited until at 4am, when David finally arrived with the skin boy. We watched as they fucked and played. The skin gave David a drug and in minutes he was out of it. Peter paid the skin and he left.

We walked in to see David lying on the bed, his thick muscular legs covered in the tight black leather of his chaps. His boots stretched from his foot to his knee, fitting his calves perfectly. His leather jock hung from his chaps as his huge cut dick of 9-inches hung on his left leg, the prince Albert hanging from his piss slit. His huge balls emptied into the skin boy hung between those tree trunk legs. I had never seen him dressed like this or naked, damn he was so hot. He was wearing a tight leather short sleeved police shirt which was fully open to reveal his huge hairy pecs, his nips pierced . There was a gold chain around his neck, his arms were tattooed, and he had arm bands stretched tight around his muscular arms. His hands were covered in tight leather gloves. I was getting so hard just looking at him. Greg held me, ”It will all be yours soon. Do you still want to go ahead?” I looked at that face, David’s face, a well cut tight cropped beard golden brown as the sun, a shaved head, pierced eye brows, ears and a ring in his nose. His hard manly square features added to the attraction and his plump red lips and deep blue eyes had me wetting my CKs with pre-cum.

“Oh yes, yes I want it so much.” I turned to Greg who kissed me.

“This will be the last time I kiss you in your body, Joe.” he said.

I looked at my own emaciated body and thought about the opportunity that lay ahead of me and then the guilt I felt for stealing David’s life. I had faked mental disorder at the hostel and had pushed the staff, so they had committed me to a mental hospital. Greg had kept visiting and showed concern. He had to sign the papers as my partner in order for them to commit me. He said to the staff he would try a night away with me to see if it helped. That was tonight. The hospital had agreed.

I looked at Peter and said: “Before we start can I touch him?”

“Yes, of course” he replied. “After all, it’s going to be your flesh from now on.”

I bent down and smelt David’s manly body. The scent was incredible and it would all soon be mine. I felt my soon to be new chest, legs, arms, face, dick and wanted so much to rip the bastard out of his body. The body he had abused and ruined and the one I would soon call my own.

“I’m ready.” I said. Greg smiled. ”I’m so looking forward to the new David.” 

We all got hold of David and carried him to a room with two beds. Peter looked at me. “You will not wake up immediately as his body has been drugged, but don’t worry. We’ll be here.”

“Lets undress him.” said Greg.

“NO!” I shouted, “Damn, I’d like to wake up like that. As if I simply resumed David’s life from where he left it.” and looked at Greg.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want.” he replied as I nodded. “Here goes.”

I laid on the other bed and Peter gave me some tablets to take. I swallowed. I started to drowse and then everything went black. Suddenly I felt strange, awake and yet detached. I felt light and almost like I was floating, moving upwards. Everything around me was transparent yet I could see what was happening in the room, but from a different angle. “Hey, Greg!” I shouted, but I knew they couldn’t hear me. I felt myself lifting out of my body. I felt so light. I looked down at myself, on the bed, and tried to grab hold of my body as I was really terrified, but I couldn’t. It’s as if I had come loose from myself. I realised I was detached as Peter said I would. I was a completely naked spirit, looking at my fully clothed body below. I looked over through what seemed to be a deepening fog, and saw David on the other bed with Peter bending over him and putting some electric paddles to his heart.

He activated them twice and David stopped breathing. Peter and Greg punched the air, and came over to where I was. I was looking Greg straight in the face but he couldn’t see me but held my body’s hand. “Damn I need him so much” he said to Peter looking at my body. I heard a sound like rushing wind and saw David’s spirit rising out of his body. He was terrified and screaming. He looked over and saw me in the room.

“Wha-What’s happening?!” he screamed. I remembered my detailed briefing from Peter so I floated over to David.

“Don’t worry bro,” I said. “You will be back on earth soon.”

“What’s happening… why?!” he shouted, spiritual tears in his eyes. “What is Greg doing with your hand? he asked confusingly. I grabbed him and looked into his face. It’s so sexy and I couldn’t wait to see it in my own reflection.

“You’re a mean selfish bastard, you don’t deserve what you have!” I held him firm and pulled him over to my body. “Look David, here is your passport back to earth. You want to live don’t you?”

“Yes,” he said. “but not as you!” he pleaded.

He screamed as I pushed him further inside my old body. His spirit started to attach itself to my old body and he didn’t know how to stop it. I saw him sinking gradually into my old emaciated body. He screamed and screamed. I turned around and I saw his hot masculine leather covered torso and positioned myself over it. This body is finally mine and mine only, I thought as I pushed down and started to gradually sink into it, my new forever home. As I did my legs felt so strong and hugged my spirit as I gradually moved into his dick I could see it begin to rise.

Peter looked a Greg, “He’s getting inside now. When the eyes open, the old David will be no more.” Greg smiled. “Come on baby, take it off him!”

I fell backward and I was absorbed into his chest, his arms then last his perfect head. My eyes opened and I saw Greg for a second, but then closed them and blacked out.

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It was 2pm the next day when I came around. It was partially the screaming of the guy in the other bed that aroused me, and the feeling of sexual arousal mixed with a huge hangover. The effects of David’s drugs, I thought. My head felt like shit. I sat up and saw my legs covered in leather and boots on my feet. Greg and Peter were attending to the other guy, gagging him as he shook and screamed. Realising it had really happened, I felt my new muscled hairy legs, arms and cock and walked over to a mirror and looked at the new me; square masculine face, piercing blue eyes and a scruffy beard. I opened my mouth to look at my perfect white teeth and start to stroke my new hairy chest with my leathered hands. The others were too busy to notice me. I walked up behind Greg and touched his ass, he turned around to look at me. He beamed, “David!” I smiled and started to kiss my lover, tongues deep inside each others’ mouths.

“Damn you’re beautiful.” he said.

“Yes, thanks to you.” I replied. I looked at my old body on the bed, his eyes were popping out when he saw me. ”nOoOo…” we heard through the gag.

“Hi Joe,” I said and smiled, while rubbing my leathered hands over his old perfect body.

“Thank you, thank you for this. I’ll take good care of it, much better than you ever did. And I’ll treasure it until the day I die.”

He screamed and jumped about as Peter subdued him. I felt a pang of guilt, but as I felt myself and smelt my body odour, I decided I could live with what I was doing. Greg pulled out a syringe, looked at David in my body and said: “You bastard, you never deserved me or what you had. Now Joe has it and I’m looking forward to a great life with him.” He plunged the syringe in his arm, David started to cry as he pleaded with Greg. “Too late for that” said Greg as David fell asleep in my body. “Help me get him to the car.” Greg said to Peter.

He came over to me “Damn you’re gorgeous now Joe, no David I mean.” he smiled, kissed me and they went to the car carrying David in my old body. I just played with my new body until they returned.

Greg got the new Joe back to the hospital just as he woke up. He started to scream about his body being stolen and became violent. The staff subdued him as much as they could and eventually had to put him in a straight jacket on him for his own safety. Greg acted so upset and despairing as the new Joe screamed at him, his eyes agog. “How could you, I really believed in you.” he said. Greg pretended he was desperate to get Joe real help, and convinced the doctors to let him sign a form to permanently commit Joe to the mental hospital. He did it with crocodile tears thinking that this was Joe’s payment for his betrayal. Greg signed it and Joe was taken through a door screaming and fighting. It would be the last time he would see the real David. As he drove back from the hospital his conscience was really bothering him. He was a good man, but knew it was for the best. He drove back to the house to pick up some clothes for Joe, or should he say David who was still at Peter’s.

Meanwhile, me being in David’s body made me so hot and horny I couldn’t stop feeling myself. The strength I had acquired after years of inhabiting a cancer ridden body was euphoric. The smells were so unreal, yet it was mine. The hard muscular legs, arms, chest and every part of me was a dream. The tats, the piercing, the beard, the eyes, the nose, the mouth, touching every little bit of me made me as hard as steel. I felt the hot leather against my body and just stared at my new frame in the mirror and at my gorgeous face. I tested my new voice on Peter it was an exact match. Loving my new name David, I said it constantly. I retired to the shower and as the water flowed the sensations were so electric. I wanked off and shot three times in 20 minutes. I better stop, I thought. Greg is going to need this. I dried off and put a towel around my waist and spent the time chatting and thanking Peter. Peter was happy for me, and being a real nice guy, he didn’t want to see Greg hurt again.

It wasn’t too long before Greg arrived with a bag. He looked at me and I just ran up to him and started to kiss and hug him so damn hard, our two muscled bodies entwined and both our dicks hardening and dripping with excitement. “Get dressed” said Greg as he handed me the bag before he went to talk and thank Peter.

I looked in and pulled out a white jock and tried hard to get it on my huge erect dick. I then pulled out the same pair of Levis I had seen David wear so many times before, and knowing they would now fit me got me even harder. They were so tight around my new thighs and I had to use both hands to push my dick in as I buttoned them up. Then a red T went on to finish the look. Socks and cowboy boots followed. I was a God. And I knew it. Greg walked up to me and touched my chest, “Damn man, you are incredible. Let’s get you home.” He kissed Pete and I did the same. “Thank you,” I said. He looked at me. “You’re welcome Joe, no I mean David.” he smiled.

I got into the car with Greg, and just sat there looking at him as he drove. “Stop it!” he said smiling.

“I can’t man,” I said. “You’re the real catch. Now get us home, cause I can’t wait to get you to bed and put this huge piece of meat inside your hot man hole.” I grabbed my crotch to emphasize.

We arrived at our house, and within seconds were in the bedroom, stripped naked. It wasn’t long before Greg was on all fours and I had my new dick so deep into his guts that he shivered with erotic passion.

—

We have been together for two months now and are inseparable. I’ve learnt David’s job and worked well as a referee. His friends think I’m better than before and his family love the change. But most importantly, Greg is the love of my life we couldn’t be happier. We had a call yesterday from the hospital saying Joe had died of cancer. We attended the funeral, sad to find out only we were there to mourn. Sitting there beside the coffin, I was genuinely moved as he had given everything he had to me. Collecting myself, I walked out. Greg is waiting in his chaps, and that I can never say no too.

Source: “Taking Davids life and love” by blufman1 on Gay Spiral Stories

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A Neighbor With An Alien Secret

"When are you going to finish the report? It's taking foreveeeer. His wife and kids will be back soon from church!" I complain to Matthew, my hot, muscular neighbor who is focused on writing the monthly report for his kind.

I’m lying on Matt’s bed, bored as I waited for him. Earlier this morning, as soon as I saw Matt’s wife leaving with their kids for church, I didn’t waste a moment—I knocked on Matt’s door and walked right in.

"Be patient, I'm almost done. I need to put in the report every tiny detail about my experience of living as Matt for the past month. This is very important, you know that." He says while still writing.

I stand up and walk towards him. I am completely naked—there's no need to wear clothes around Matt anymore. Standing behind him, I start to gently massage his large, broad shoulders.

"You're not going to tell them about me right?" I ask teasingly, running my hands down to his huge pecs and squeezing them. My fingers quickly find his nipples, and I play with them, making Matt stop typing and let out a deep, baritone moan.

"Of course not. If they find out, they will exterminate both of us. You for knowing too much, and me for letting a human know about our kind."

I look at the small hole at the top of Matt's shaved head, it is no larger than the diameter of a pencil. I then kiss Matt's neck and whisper in his ear to stand up. He obeys and looks at me, confused. Taking his place on the chair, I spread my legs, displaying my hard throbbing cock, and smirk at him. "C'mon, sit on my cock. This way I get to fuck you while you still finish your dumb report."

A grin forms on Matt's lips, and he slowly pulls down his yellow shorts, his thick and soft cock is now hanging between his legs, but that's not why I came here.

He turns around and slowly sits down on my cock, his muscular ass swallows my cock until I am fully inside of him. We both let out a loud, shared moan.

"Unghh... ahhh... Fuck, it feels so good. I don't understand why Matt never used his ass to feel pleasure before." Matt says as he presses his ass against my crotch, careful not to crush me under his weight.

"Matt was the straightest guy I've ever known, he would rather be dead than to be fucked by another man. Gladly, you know how to use his muscles better than him, especially the muscles in his ass," I gave his ass a hard slap and he started bouncing harder. He fucked himself on my cock as his manly hands typed on the keyboard at an inhumane pace.

"Can you read the report to me, please? I'm curious to know what you wrote about Matt," I ask between moans. Matt obeys and starts reading his report.

"Host integration has been highly successful. The capsule was inserted in the vessel's brain and I'm now fully in control of Matthew Grayson, a 32-year-old human male residing in suburban North America. Grayson’s wife, Emily, and their two children remain unaware of the takeover. No one knows that the real Matthew is gone and that his body is just a lifeless meat puppet controlled by an extraterrestrial creature. As per protocol, I've been studying his daily routines, habits, and interpersonal relationships..."

As he continued reading the report, my mind went back to when everything started a month ago.

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Matt was your typical douchbag of a neighbor, he was a religious alpha male with a wife and four kids, and with very conservative beliefs. So of course he hated having me—a gay guy—as his neighbor, and he would be proud to always let me know that. He would give me intimidating looks whenever he saw me looking toward him, or exaggerated whispers to his wife as I passed by, Matt had made it his personal mission to remind me that I didn’t belong there.

One day, after coming back from church, Matt went to his porch to smoke since his wife wouldn't allow him to smoke inside the house.

I was carefully watching him smoke from my window, trying my best to keep myself unnoticed, the last thing I wanted was for him to find out I liked to spy on him from my window. He looked so good with his broad, muscular build accentuated by the snug fit of his vintage-style shirt and tight brown pants. His huge, bulging arms flexed as he lit the cigar. I loved the way his tailored trousers hugged his thick thighs and firm ass.

You know a man is a real alpha when they act like one even when they don't know they're being watched.

His confident posture exuded a raw masculinity that made it impossible not to feel intimidated. Every detail, from the way he held the lighter to the casual way he took his first puff, made him look effortlessly commanding. I started wondering how hot it would be to watch him use those strong arms to jerk off, how it must feel to fuck him, to have him moaning like a slut... I was brought back to reality when I saw a small object hovering over Matt.

It was a UFO!

Was I really back to reality or was I still fantasizing? I asked myself in disbelief. Matt was too busy smoking to notice the small spaceship hovering over him. I thought about opening the window and warning him, but something stopped me; why should I? I asked myself and couldn't find any reason. So I decided to just see what happened next.

Suddenly a ray of light shot out from under the UFO and pierced straight into Matt’s head. He immediately froze and I saw something small inside the light traveling down from the ship to Matt's head, it was small and fast like a bullet. The light then vanished as quickly as it appeared and the small spaceship flew away, disappearing into the sky.

I had no idea what I had witnessed, but I knew it did something to Matt, because the cigar fell from his mouth, his muscular arms dropped limply to his side and his head dropped forward right after. He just stood there like he fell asleep while standing.

And was that smoke coming out of his head? I had so many questions.

Suddenly, Matt stirred awake, his head moved with a stiff, mechanical precision as he scanned his surroundings. Then, his eyes locked onto mine. Panic shot through me, and I ducked beneath the window.

Damn it, he saw me! I thought, my heart started pounding, I knew I was in danger. A few minutes later, I heard someone knocking on my door, actually, knocking was a kind word, he was practically pounding on it. When I opened it, Matt forced himself inside and closed the door behind him, he roughly pinned me against the wall with only one hand on my neck.

"So you were spying on me? What did you saw you fucker?" He asked with a calm, yet Intimidating voice. His grip tightened, and as he pressed me against the wall, I was able to see the top of Matt's head, there was a small fresh hole in it.

"I know you're not Matt anymore. I won't tell anyone! I promise!" I managed to say.

Matt's expression softened, and he loosened his grip, allowing me to fall to the floor. He stood over me, gazing down with a contemplative expression. "The protocol says I should exterminate you."

I gulped and looked at him with scared eyes. Waiting and hoping there was going to be a "but" soon.

"But I won't do that."

I sighed in relief. Matt then grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me back on my feet.

He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me and started to unzip my pants. "I'm willing to buy your silence," the alien said in Matt's deep voice, "I've been studying Matt for the past month, and as I observed and learned everything about him, I also had to learn about everyone in Matt's life, and that includes you. I've been watching from afar how bad Matt treated you for the sole fact of you being a same-sex attracted human," he then took out my hard cock and started to stroke it. Feeling Matt's calloused manly hand wrapping around my shaft felt like heaven. "Since when I chose Matthew as my vessel, I had to learn his personality, his habits and behavior, I had to learn his homophobic beliefs... it just didn't feel right, I didn't want to replicate his bad behavior, but I was ordered by my superiors to mimic the vessel's every personality trait down to the core, so I would have to keep doing to you what Matthew always did. Today was finally the day of the takeover, to make him my vessel," he then looked up at me and chuckled, "But I didn’t expect you to be spying on Matt from your window, though I'm not surprised you did, it makes sense why a gay human like you would feel attracted to a body like this," He double flexed his biceps in a cocky manner, "This changes everything now. I know you want to feel Matthew's mouth wrapped around your cock, to see him submit to you. You can have all that right now, all you have to do is keep your mouth shut."

The sight of Matthew—my once-arrogant, homophobic neighbor—kneeling before me and stroking me, was surreal. He didn't give me time to answer, his strong hands grasped me firmly, and his lips parted as he leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth. The first touch of his warm, wet mouth made my legs tremble, and I had to steady myself against the wall.

But I don't know if it was because it was Matt's first time sucking cock, or the alien just had no idea of what he was doing, but the blowjob was far from enjoyable.

Matt took my cock out of his mouth and looked up at me. Noticing my face, he said, "Sorry, I don't know how to give a proper blowjob. I still haven't learned this human practice. I thought that with Matt as my vessel, there was no use learning about that."

"It's fine, you can just use Matt's tongue."

"I have an idea. Put the tip of your index finger in Matt's hole."

"Matt's hole? You mean his asshole?"

"No, I mean the entrance hole in his head," Matt said, pointing at it.

I looked apprehensive, but I did what I was told and inserted the tip of my finger in the head hole.

"Now think of blowjobs, like all the blowjobs you've ever done or watched."

I did what he told me and started to think of every blowjob that I'd done, as well as the ones I've watched. Matt's eyes immediately rolled back and his head moved, taking my cock back in his mouth. The tip of my finger was still inside the hole.

The alien now clearly knew what he was doing, guiding Matt’s head with expert precision. His tongue flicked and swirled, drawing shaky breaths from me as he worked like an expert. It was like I was controlling his tongue with my thoughts.

As he took me deeper, his once-mocking eyes now rolled back like he was feeling pleasure, but I knew that was not the real reason. I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped me, my hands grabbed his shaved head, “Fuck... Matt, you're such a good cocksucker! You're doing exactly how It's in my head! Mmmhhfh... It's like I'm controlling you!”

Matt responded with a muffled hum, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His hands gripped my ass firmly, keeping me steady as he worked me relentlessly, his mouth was so hot and eager. With my free hand, I grabbed the back of Matt's head and I started to face fuck him real hard, and as I reached my peak, I buried his face in my crotch and came down his throat. "Mmhh... ohh... y-yes... This is what... Unghh... you deserve you asshole!" I moaned.

My finger finally unplugged the hole, and his eyes went back to normal. Matt then pulled back slowly, his lips curled into a satisfied smile as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What was that?" I asked breathlessly.

"I gave you momentary access to Matt's brain, I turned off his brain and connected his body to your brain instead. So, do we have a deal?"

"Your secret is safe with me, as long as you let me enjoy Matt's body."

Matt snickered, "Good, humans are so easy."

The next morning, I looked out of my window and saw Matt smoking on his porch like he always did. This time he was shirtless and wearing a cap to hide the hole in his head.

"Good morning, Matt," I said out loud. I wasn't afraid of him seeing me anymore.

Matt looked at my direction and exhaled a puff of smoke. Gosh, the alien really did a good job at impersonating Matt's cocky mannerisms. With the cigar still in his mouth, Matt unzipped his pants and took out his huge, long cock. As he held the cigar with his left hand, he stroked his shaft with the other.

I was also jerking off behind the window, watching my hot muscular straight neighbor jerking off his massive cock all for me to enjoy.

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Matt is still fucking himself on my cock, having just sent the report to his superiors, he was now completely focused on the task at hand, or better, on the ass, “Get on all fours on the bed,” I finally tell him.

He obeys immediately, standing up and getting on all fours on the bed like he’s done this a hundred times before. His ass is right there, big, muscular, and begging for attention under those tight yellow shorts. He then tilts his head back, exposing the hole in his head.

“Please, I need you to use me like your slut, sir! Plug my headhole with your finger, and my asshole with your cock!"

I almost laugh at how far this guy has fallen. Who am I to say no? I climb up behind him, sliding my hands over his thick hips, those shorts barely containing his ass. One tug, and they’re gone. I insert myself back inside him, making Matt moan in pleasure. He starts moving his ass back and forth, but I stop him with a hard slap, making him whimper. "Stop moving, that's not how I like It!" I grunt.

"Sorry, sir!"

With a wide grin, I insert the tip of my finger in his head hole, when I'm sure we're connected, I start to think of all the gay bottoms that I've watched before, how they acted and performed in those videos. For a long time I've watched those videos fantasizing about Matt being in their place, and now I have the opportunity to live my fantasies.

Matt's eyes roll back as images of gay men being fucked like sluts invade his mind. Moments later, Matt is fucking himself with passion, mimicking my horny thoughts.

"Moan for me, Matt!" I say, thrusting into him harder. He moans so loudly that I almost worry about the neighbors, but then I remember—my only homophobic neighbor is now nothing more than an alien-controlled puppet. There's nothing to worry about.

I sent a thought for him to release as soon as I came inside him. I couldn't ask for a better neighbor.

[tonxiq]

Nonno’s Globetrotting Adventure

Part One

I sat in my modest apartment, the weight of my years heavy upon my frail shoulders. My once-strong body now betrayed me, confined to a wheelchair as age and illness took their toll. But despite my body, I still felt young at heart. And, more importantly, I had a  burning desire to experience the world beyond the confines of my small Italian town before my time was up.

One day, my grandson Nico came to visit. Although it feels weird to say about my grandson, Nico is a very attractive young man.

He’s currently working as a waiter while pursing his dream of getting signed by a modeling agency in Milan. While Nico certainly has the looks to get signed, he seems to lack the discipline and patience needed to succeed. Every time he comes close, he finds a way to sabotage his chances – oversleeping for a final callback, not bothering to dress nice enough, always something.

Seeing that Nico was struggling, I had an idea for how to help us both get what we wanted.

“Wait, so let me get this straight,” Nico said. “You want to use my body to travel the world, while I stay here in yours?”

“Exactly,” I replied. “I know it sounds strange, but think about it. You’re young and full of energy, it’s really the only way I could see some sights before I pass.”

“But how would it even work?” he said.

“I have these enchanted necklaces. If we both wear them at the same time, we’ll swap bodies. And then, when the summer is over, we can switch back by both removing the necklaces,” I explained.

“Wow, that’s… That’s a lot to take in, Nonno,” he said.

“I know it’s unconventional, but I would be willing to pay you double what you would make from waiting tables over the summer. That way, you would have a cushion to focus full time on landing a modeling gig when you get back. And I’d be sure to take a bunch of pictures for you while I’m away to help build up your portfolio.”

“I don’t know, that’s a great offer, but I’m still not sure.”

“Well, let’s try now and see how you feel,” I said, quickly clasping the necklace around his neck before he could say anything.

Then I threw on my own. I felt my soul rush out of me and slam into my grandson. Standing up tall and taking a deep breath, I felt my strong muscles. Then I looked down at my hands and saw thick veins. Damn, I hadn’t felt this good in years.

Sensing some reticence from Nico, I quickly said “Oh! Thank you so much Nico, it really means the world to me.” Hoping to guilt trip him before he could say anything.

Clearly still worried, he tried to play it off and said, “Alright Nonno, you’re welcome.”

Taking in this body, I snapped this photo on the way to my new home:

Part Two

The first stop on my world tour was New York City. Since I was a little boy, I had always dreamed of visiting America, but I had never gotten the chance.

As I stepped out of the metro and up to ground level, I couldn’t help but stare at the skyscrapers touring over me. Walking down the street, I could tell that guys and girls were checking me out, which was a new feeling. Sure, I was attractive when I was younger, thats part of where Nico gets it from. But even then, I’d never really gotten these types of looks back in the day, especially not from such hot guys … I think I like it.

At the youth hostel, I met a bunch of really cool guys – we hung out in a crew and went to do all the iconic landmarks like Times Square, Central Park, and the Statue of Liberty.

Walking through Midtown one of the guys, Adi, shouted to me, “Hey Sal, check this out!” as we turned a corner, revealing a perfect view of the Empire State Building. I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight, feeling a sense of awe wash over me.

Adi slapped me on the back, grinning widely. "Pretty awesome, huh?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, it's incredible. I never thought I'd get to see it in person."

We bar-hopped around the city together, sharing stories and laughter late into the night. At one point, we stumbled upon a street performer playing the guitar, his soulful melodies filling the air with a sense of nostalgia. Adi nudged me with his elbow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Sal, you ever played an instrument?"

I shook my head. "No, never had the chance."

Adi grinned. "Well, there's no time like the present. Grab that guitar and let's see what you've got!"

With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, I hesitantly approached the street performer, who handed me his guitar with a friendly smile. As I strummed the strings and attempted to mimic the chords he had been playing, I felt a sense of exhilaration wash over me. Despite my lack of experience, the music flowed through me, filling me with a sense of joy and freedom I had never known before.

The guys cheered me on, clapping and cheering as I played. In that moment, I felt alive in a way I hadn't in years. It was a feeling I never wanted to end.

I made sure to snap some more selfies of myself, and get my new bros to take some shots for my modeling portfolio too:

After bidding farewell to the bustling streets of New York, I traveled westward. From the majestic mountains of the Rockies to the tranquil plains of the Midwest, each destination had its own unique charm.

But it was in California, with its sun-kissed beaches and sprawling landscapes, that I truly felt at home. As I walked for what seemed like endless miles along the rugged coastline, the salty breeze tousling my hair and the warmth of the sun on my skin, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that surrounded me.

With each step, I felt the strength and vitality of Nico's body coursing through me. I would’ve never been able to do this trip in my own body. Gone were the aches and pains of old age, replaced by a sense of boundless energy. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was somehow meant to be, me in Nico's youthful body.

Part Three

After about a month of traveling, I found myself in India. While I hadn’t really though about traveling there before, so many people had recommended it to me as my next stop. So I decided, why not check it out.

Arriving in Mumbai, I checked into my hostel and made a conscious decision to introduce myself as Nico, not Salvatore, this time. While my fellow travelers were none the wiser, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement every time someone addressed me by my new name. It made feel even more at home in this body than I had in California.

Among the eclectic group at the hostel, one stood out to me – Emilio. Another Italian adventurer like myself, Emilio had a warm smile and an easy charm that immediately put me at ease. With his curly hair and striking green eyes, Emilio was undeniably handsome, and I found myself drawn to him in a way I hadn't expected. We spent our days exploring the bustling streets of Mumbai, immersing ourselves in the sights, sounds, and flavors of the city, and going to some nearby hotsprings.

One fateful night, after returning from a night out on the town, Emilio found himself locked out of his bunk. Immediately, I offered him a spot in my private room, and to my delight, he accepted without hesitation.

Since it was so hot in Mumbai, we decided to strip down to just our underwear. As we lay sharing my small bed, I feel his hand trace up my inner thigh. My breathing getting heavier, Emilio decides to increase the pressure of his strokes. In reponse, I reach over to his thigh and work my way up to his cock, which I can feel is massive. That was all the sign he needed.

Emilio gets up and splits my legs, now rubbing both of them and playing with my waistband. As he does that, he also leans over and begins sucking my nipples. While this wouldn’t have done anything for my old body, Nico’s nipples are sensitive as hell.

“Fuckkkk” I said in a low grunting whisper.

As he switched over from one nipple to the other, Emilio then reached into my trunks and began jerking my uncut dick. Eventually, he flips me over and pulls down my underwear before taking off his own. I can feel his cock now teasing between my ass cheeks. The anticipation is agonizing as I wait for him to put it in.

He reaches underneath me and pulls up my chest so that I am on my hands and knees. Nibbling on my ear he whispers “you’re the fucking sexiest guy i’ve ever seen,” as he shoves his 25cm cock inside me.

Thrusting in and out of me, he uses the hand that he has across my waist to play with my nipples again, which drives me crazy. Before long, I feel pressure growing, and without him even touching my cock, I feel myself shoot my load across the bed.

Smirking at me as I turn my head around, Emilio takes his fingers, runs it through my seed, before then showing those same fingers into his mouth. He then lifts up his arm, flexes his biceps for me, which makes me tigthen my hole. The tighthness is too much for him and he shoots his entire load inside me. We collapse onto the bed, his cock still inside, where it stays for the rest of the night.

From that night on, Emilio and I became inseparable. We decided to travel together for the rest of our journey, visiting  South Africa, Kenya, and Egypt before finally finding ourselves in Greece at the end of the summer.

The beaches of Greece were a paradise. We spent our days basking in the warm Mediterranean sun, swimming in the azure sea, and indulging in leisurely walks along the shore. In the evenings, we treated ourselves to sumptuous dinners at quaint seaside tavernas, savoring the flavors of Greek cuisine and the company of each other.

One night towards the end of our time in Greece, over a sunset dinner, Emilio turned to me with a serious expression.

“These past few weeks have been beyond anything I could have imagined,” Emilio began, his voice soft but filled with emotion. “I've had the time of my life, Nico, and I don't want it to end when we return to Italy.”

His words echoed the sentiments that had been swirling in my own mind, and I felt a rush of anticipation at what he might say next. Meeting his gaze, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for this man who had become so dear to me.

"Me neither," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest as I gazed longingly into his eyes.

With a determined look, Emilio took a deep breath before continuing, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

The question hung in the air between us, charged with the weight of all that we had shared and all that was yet to come. And in that moment, I knew with absolute certainty what my answer would be.

“Yes, of course,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face as I reached out to take his hand in mine. “I've been waiting for you to ask since the night we met in India.”

He looked at me, his eyes glistening, before pulling me in for a deep, passionate kiss.

Part Four

Eventually, Emilio and I made our way back to Italy. We'd been back about a week, and I was eager to share my adventures and introduce Emilio to the rest of my family, which I planned to do at dinner tonight. However, there was a significant problem: none of them knew about the body swap. I hadn’t spoken to the real Nico since I'd left three months ago, but I'd see him tonight. I knew what I was going to do, but I didn’t know how it would go over.

Walking hand in hand, we approached the familiar doorstep of my family's house. I could feel Emilio’s nerves radiating, but I squeezed his hand reassuringly, confident that my family would adore him as much as I did. Stepping into the warm embrace of my family, I proudly introduced Emilio to each and every one of them.

My mother’s (formerly my daughter) eyes lit up with delight as she embraced Emilio warmly. "Oh, it's so wonderful to finally meet you, Emilio! Nico has spoken so highly of you."

Emilio returned her embrace, a smile playing on his lips. "Grazie, signora. It's truly an honor to meet you all."

My father clapped Emilio on the back, a jovial twinkle in his eye. "Welcome to the family, Emilio! Nico here has been a bit of a handful lately, but it seems like you've got him under control."

We all shared a laugh at my father's jest, and Emilio's cheeks flushed with warmth. "I'm doing my best, signore," he replied, earning a nod of approval from my father.

As we sat around the dinner table, sharing stories of our travels and adventures, Emilio chimed in with anecdotes of his own, effortlessly weaving himself into the fabric of our family dynamic. With each passing moment, I could see my family growing fonder of him.

As we sat around the dinner table, I asked, "Hey, where’s Nonno?"

My mother's expression softened with concern as she replied, "He's in bed, nico. He's been resting a lot lately."

A pang of guilt tugged at my heart as I excused myself from the table, my footsteps heavy with apprehension as I made my way upstairs. "Nonno," I said softly, approaching his bedside with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "I need to talk to you."

"I am so relieved you’re back," he replied weakly, his voice raspy with exhaustion, "but, why did you call me that?"

Taking a deep breath, I summoned the courage to tell him. "I... I met a guy," I began, my words faltering slightly as I struggled to find the right way to express myself. "I've never felt such a deep connection before, and I need to see where it leads."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "But... what about our agreement?" he asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"I know, Nonno, and I'm sorry," I replied, my heart heavy with guilt. "But I can't ignore how I feel. I hope you understand."

Anger flared in his eyes. "You can’t do this to me," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "It's not fair."

With a sudden surge of frustration, Nico ripped off his necklace, the enchanted chain clattering to the floor with a finality that echoed through the room. "I want to swap back right now," he demanded, his gaze locking onto the necklace that now hung around my neck.

I leaned in towards my old body, my guilt giving way to slight confidence as I made my declaration. "I understand it's hard to accept, Nonno, but this is my life now," I asserted, my tone laced with a sense of superiority.

With a swift motion, he reached for the necklace around my neck, his fingers trembling with desperation. But as he tore it away, his expression twisted with shock as he realized that nothing happened.

I looked at him with a face of pity. “It’s not going to work,” I said.

"I melted down the necklace and had it made it into a bunch of different pieces of jewelry while I was in India," I confessed.

His eyes widened in disbelief, his feeble grasp on the situation slipping away with each passing moment. "You... you did what?" he stammered, his voice tinged with incredulity.

"I wanted an insurance policy so that I could ensure nothing would stop me from pursuing Emilio," I continued, my resolve unwavering.

"I knew you probably wouldn’t think to take off the necklace until I cam back. So I took the opportunity to melt mine down into jewelry that I can wear all the time and nobody can just accidentally take off or force me to take off – earrings, bracelets … cock piercing. Emilio thought they were so hot."

"You couldn't get them off me even if you were in the best shape of your life – and well, now I am in the best shape of your life and you’re in the worst shape of mine," I added with a touch of irony.

"I’m sorry, but this is my life now," I concluded, my voice firm. "I hope you can understand."

With that, I turned and walked back downstairs to rejoin my family and my beautiful boyfriend, leaving behind a bewildered Nico in my former body, grappling with the weight of my decisions.

Epilogue:

A week later, I get a call from my mom early in the morning while I am still in bed. Nonno passed away in his sleep. I feel a pang of sorrow mixed with relief, this body was officially mine forever.

I roll back over to see Emilio sleeping peacefully beside me. Leaning over, I gently kiss him on the lips, waking him from his slumber. He stirs and without opening his sleepy eyes, a soft smile graces his lips and he pulls me down into a big hug. In that moment, as I feel his skin on mine, I know with absolute certainty that this is exactly where I belong.

[tonxiq]

Alien Appetite: Snacking The Biker

I chuckled at the funny face this random biker made at the moment my alien buddy crawled inside his ear.

I just love the faces they make whenever they're having their brains taken over by Cosmo, my tiny alien bug. They always freeze on the spot with those dumb facial expressions. Usually, with their eyes bulging in shock and their tongues hanging out. Sometimes, their eyes roll back, and some even stare in opposite directions, but they always have their tongues hanging out. It's kinda Cosmo's signature by now.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo of this one's face. It might sound weird, but I like to collect photos of the faces they make during the takeover. I have hundreds of photos like this saved on my phone because I like to jerk off to them later.

I heard a squishy sound coming from inside his head, and suddenly, his left eye moved abruptly in an unnatural, opposite direction. I chuckled as I snapped another photo. It was such a drastic contrast from the loud arrogant brat that he was just a few minutes ago...

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I was walking outside in search of the perfect host for Cosmo, who is my tiny alien bug who needs sperm to survive. The problem is—Or blessing, in my opinion—he is too small to digest the cum by himself; he needs a host body to digest the cum for him. So every month, when he gets hungry, we go hunting for a poor, unfortunate soul to become his next digestive system for the month. And, of course, once he finds the host, I'm more than happy to feed him with my cum.

I was starting to lose any hope of finding a suitable host. Half the day had passed, and I still hadn't found a hot man. Of course, any guy would serve to become a host, but I was a gay dude! Of course, I only wanted to pick the hottest guys. But I'm not that selfish, there was also the fact that fit, healthy guys had the tastiest and strongest cum, and Cosmo was very picky about his food. That was Cosmo's own words, not mine.

I sighed in disappointment. I was usually very good at hunting. Just like last month, I found a rich, muscular black hunk at the gas station. We had so much fun with that host; I was already missing sucking on that huge black cock... maybe I should pay him a visit tonight after finding Cosmo a host. Before leaving his hosts empty, Cosmo would always program what was left of their brains to continue living their lives on autopilot even without free will... of course I also asked him to make them treat me like their Master.

The autopilot thing was all my idea. Before I met Cosmo, he would basically leave his hosts in a vegetative state. The police had no clue why men in the city were being found with parts of their brains missing and their own cum in their mouths.

The search for a host continued without success. Maybe it just was a bad day, I thought.

As I was walking on the sidewalk of a house, I suddenly heard the loud screech of tires and the roar of an engine. A young, handsome biker abruptly stopped his bike just inches from where I stood. A few more inches, and he would have run me over.

It was my fault, I suppose I was too lost in my thoughts to notice the bike approaching, but before I could apologize, he spoke.

"Hey! Watch where you're going dumbass! I don't want a fat human pancake right in front of my house!" He shouted, flipping me his two middle fingers in a cocky manner.

I just stood there in front of him with my mouth agape, completely amazed by this good looking young biker.

His curly brown hair peeked out from under his backward cap, and the white tank top he wore showcased his toned, tattooed arms. He exuded effortless charm and youthful energy, even when being an arrogant prick. Those were always my favorites.

He would be perfect, I thought.

So, in a quick move, I grabbed Cosmo out of my pocket and watched as he flapped his tiny wings and flew towards the biker, finding his way right into the arrogant brat's ear. Instinctively he slapped his ear as soon as he felt the intrusion, making his cap fall to the ground. But it was too late for him, because in seconds, his eyes bulged, and he stuck his tongue out.

A familiar sign that Cosmo had reached for the brain.

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Now, he is sitting on his bike, frozen and with the dumbest and hottest face expression ever.

I ran my hand over his curly hair and leaned closer to his face. His tongue was so big and inviting, just hanging out there, drooling. I just couldn't hold myself, I had to taste it. So I started to suck on that huge tongue with passion. He didn't respond to my sloppy kiss—of course, with an alien bug consuming parts of his free will, he was incapable of doing anything.

But little by little, I started to feel his tongue reacting to mine until I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me harder against his mouth, locking our mouths together. I felt his strong tongue dominating mine, making me melt into his muscular tattooed arms while I just let him explore my mouth, making sure he was pushing his tongue as deep into my mouth as he could. He then pulled away and smirked at me. "Master needs privacy for his feeding. Follow me to the garage." He said, with some traces of his arrogant persona still present in his voice.

"Is this your house?" I asked.

"It's my parents' house. They're inside so we're going to have to use the garage to feed my Master."

We walked into the garage, and once Inside, I closed the door, the garage was dark except for the light coming from the garage door's window.

I couldn't see anything, but when I turned around, I saw the biker lying on a car's trunk. He had unbuckled his belt already and was staring at me.

"Wanna make the honors?" He asked as he teasingly slid his hand inside his underwear.

I immediately dropped to my knees between his legs and pulled down his pants. His throbbing cock was bulging inside his boxers, and judging by the bulge, I knew he was well-hung.

Just another point in my favor, as Cosmo had a preference for well-endowed hosts to ensure proper feeding. I was very good at the game of spotting the most well-hung men, not even Cosmo knew how I was always right, call it my secret gay power.

With a single pull, his underwear joined his pants on the floor, and I was greeted with the sight of his 8 Inches hard cock, pulsating with life and leaking at the tip.

He put his finger on the leaking tip and sucked on his finger. He savored the taste for a moment and then made a *not bad* expression, "Master approves my cum," The young biker said. With that, his eyes rolled back, and he started to bend forward, his head becoming closer and closer to his hard dick. I heard some cracking and snapping sounds coming from him as he bent forward to the point he was unnaturally folded in half. His face was now just a few inches away from his cock. He opened his mouth, and his long tongue came out. His lips wrapped around the head and engulfed his shaft.

His eyes were still white as he took inch by inch and started to suck himself off with gusto.

The feeding was always my favorite part. I just continued on my knees, watching from closer this handsome cocky biker suck his own cock like he has done it a hundred times before.

In truth, he was just obeying Cosmo's commands, who surely had done it a hundred times before.

It didn't take long, and his muffled grunts filled the garage, he gulped down his cum like he was drinking water. Then he finally detached his lips from his shaft with a loud 'POP' sound.

A few more cracking and snapping sounds and he was sitting normally. He placed one hand behind his neck and stretched out, letting out a long sexy grunt.

"Fuuuckkk... my neck hurts so fucking bad, but anything to feed my Master," He said between grunts as he exposed his hairy armpit.

I leaned forward and buried my face in his musky pit. He didn't react and just allowed me to worship his sweaty armpits. He tasted and smelled like a real man.

"What's your name boy?" I asked as I took a deep long sniff.

"It's none of your business, you dirty fa-" He suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence, and his body tensed. Then his expression softened, and he continued talking, but now less aggressive. "My name is Blake..." he answered casually, "That's it, enjoy my armpits, you gay whore. They're sweaty and musky from a day of riding my bike with my friends under the sun."

I chuckled, "Your armpits taste wonderful, but there's a little alien inside your brain who enjoyed your cum a lot more than I enjoyed your pits. Cosmo is very picky about his food, you should be proud." I said, without taking my mouth from his armpit.

"Well, what can I say? Every girl who’s had the pleasure of getting a taste has only ever come back for more. My cum is alpha-grade, the kind that leaves anyone craving for more. They know it, I know it, and let’s be honest, who wouldn’t want a piece of that?" He braged, jerking his still hard shaft.

I smirked at that. I loved how Cosmo always kept their cocky personas even after becoming mindless meat puppets. Ok, I might have begged him to keep them this way instead of just turning them into cold robots, I liked them with some of their personalities. I continued licking and sniffing his armpits for almost an hour until he suddenly pushed my head away.

"Ok, that's enough dude! Jesus, you're not the only one hungry here. Get up,"

I did what I was told. As I stood, the tent in my pants was on full display. He stood up and stepped in front of me. His face was so close to mine that I could smell his cum on his mouth.

"Master is not sated yet, he wants more. Unfortunately, I already gave him everything I had in my balls, which wasn't much since I was in my girlfriend's house early today and I wasted my cum on that bitch."

My cock throbbed, knowing what was about to happen.

"Master is telling me that the only reason you helped him turn me into his brainless vessel was so you could receive a blowjob from a hot straight guy like me, is that true?"

I could only nod. He snorted in disgust. "I fucking can't believe I had parts of my brain consumed and my free will destroyed by an alien just because a pathetic gay guy is horny. You're sick, dude."

I was completely lost in the moment as the biker knelt in front of me. His lifeless green eyes were locked onto mine as he pulled down my pants, and when his mouth opened, I fixed my eyes on that massive tongue of his; thick and wet. Finally, his tongue wrapped around my shaft like it had a mind of its own. Holy shit, it felt incredible!

He started working me with that tongue, sliding it up and down my shaft like he was savoring every inch. His lips wrapped around my tip, sucking gently, while his tongue did all kinds of wild things, swirling and caressing me in ways that made my knees weak. I let out a low groan, my fingers found their way into his curly hair.

"Fuck," I muttered, totally overwhelmed by the sensation. I tightened my grip on his hair and pushed his head down further, feeling him take me deeper. His throat clenched around me, warm and wet, driving me crazy. He let out a soft moan, and the vibrations sent shivers through my whole body.

I pulled his head back a little, just to take in the sight of this arrogant biker's face. Then I pushed him back down, harder this time. His tongue kept going, sliding up and down my length, hitting all the right spots. I could feel that tension building inside me, I was getting close.

I grabbed his hair tighter, forcing his face against my crotch, making him take me all the way. He gagged a little but didn't back off—they never do—his hands gripped my thighs like he was begging for it. Watching him give in like that, so completely under the alien's control, pushed me right to the edge.

Finally, I pulled out and aimed straight at his tongue, which was hanging out, already waiting. My cum shot out, covering his tongue and dripping down his chin. He opened his mouth wider, letting me see it all before swallowing every last drop. I knew Cosmo was enjoying it just as much as I was, feeding off everything.

When he swallowed the last of it, he looked up at me with that blank gaze and a satisfied smirk. "No matter how many vessels I make, your cum will always be my favorite, my human friend," Cosmo finally said through Blake's voice.

Since that day, Blake became Cosmo's feeding host for the month and he would often send me a message asking me to meet with him.

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*One month later*

It was 4:00 AM. I was sleeping with Cosmo's previous host, the muscular black hunk that we found at the gas station last month. We were cuddling together when I was awakened by the sound of a text message. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw it was a message from Blake. He sent me a mirror photo with a text.

"Master is hungry again, meet me at the parking lot near my house." Was all the message said.

"I'm on my way." I responded.

I grabbed my car keys and drove to the location. Arriving there, the parking lot was desertic like you would expect to be at 4:00 AM. It was cold, luckily I had put on a hoodie. I didn't have to wait long—Soon I saw Blake walking towards me, shirtless, wearing only his pajama pants. Looking hot as always.

"Sorry for waking you this early. I'm just very hungry. I need to eat some strong healthy cum, not some thin, unnourished cum," Cosmo said in full control of Blake.

"Blake isn't producing enough cum anymore? I assume," I asked as I pulled down my pants, freeing my flaccid cock, it was cold. Blake kneeled between my legs and started to stroke my shaft, right there in the open.

"He can only produce a few drops now. Not enough to keep me sated." He said putting his hands inside his pants.

He pulled out his cock and slapped it, I watched as It jiggled. "This thing is completely useless now."

"Wow, you really ran this host out fast, and Blake was a healthy young man, he should last for at least 40 days. You're becoming too greedy, you need to learn to control your hunger so the hosts can last longer."

Cosmo had to change hosts every month because, eventually, the hosts he was possessing would become infertile and stop producing cum forever. It was a side effect of the takeover and the constant feeding. Cosmo had explained to me before about the scientific factors behind the host's infertility, but I didn't dare to try to understand.

I moaned as I felt Blake's warm mouth closing around my shaft, it felt nice from the cold. "Fuck, I'm going to miss Blake. What do you think of us searching for a new host tomorrow? I'm sure Blake here would love to help us turn one of his hot friends into a brainless puppet just like him," I said between moans, as I finally gave Cosmo what he was so hungry for.

[tonxiq]

hey! i always had the idea of someone who could se the read thread that links one people to another and could mess with them.

Bound to Desire

Jake had always been the worst kind of roommate—selfish, cocky, and lazy. He’d strut around the apartment shirtless, leaving his dirty laundry everywhere, eating my food without asking, and leaving a mess in the kitchen every time he cooked. Worst of all, Jake never hesitated to make snide, homophobic remarks, always reminding me where I stood in his world.

I hated him.

But no matter how much I despised his personality, I couldn’t deny that Jake’s body was something else. He was tall, with a muscular frame that seemed designed to be admired. His broad shoulders, thick pecs, and tight abs drew my eyes whenever he was around, even though I hated that I wanted to look. Every inch of him was sculpted and hard, his muscles flexing effortlessly as he moved. And then there was his musk—a subtle but earthy scent that clung to him after a long workout, something primal and raw that would linger in the air long after he left the room.

I hated that I wanted him. But now, I was going to change things.

I could see the red threads that connected people—the invisible lines that bound their fates. Jake’s thread to his girlfriend, Lauren, was strong and vibrant, but I was ready to cut it loose. I had waited long enough, and now it was time to pull on the strings and tighten the bond between Jake and me.

The changes started small.

At first, Jake would look at me differently—his eyes lingering on me when we crossed paths in the apartment. He started finding reasons to brush past me, his hand resting on my shoulder for just a second too long, his leg pressing against mine when we sat on the couch together. The tension between us grew thicker, the thread between us pulling tighter.

Then there was the way he started cleaning up after himself. Jake wasn’t the type to care about anyone else’s mess, but suddenly, he’d be wiping down the counters after making dinner or putting away the dishes without me even asking. One night, I found him cooking for both of us, setting a plate in front of me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re cooking for me now?” I teased, raising an eyebrow as he sat across from me.

“Just figured I’d help out,” he muttered, his eyes flicking to mine before quickly looking away. There was something uncertain in his tone, something he wasn’t ready to admit.

And then came the touches.

One night, we were playing video games on the couch when Jake reached over and grabbed me, pulling me into a rough hug. His bare chest pressed against my back, his solid muscles firm beneath my hands as he laughed, the sound deep and easy. His arm lingered around my shoulders longer than it needed to, his body warm and close, and for a moment, I didn’t move. I just let it happen, feeling the heat of him, the weight of his body leaning into mine.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he muttered, but there was an awkwardness to his voice, like he wasn’t sure why he had done it.

The tension between us kept building after that. Jake didn’t just touch me casually anymore—he was always finding reasons to get closer. He’d sit beside me on the couch, his bare skin brushing against mine, his arm casually draped over the back of the sofa. He’d accidentally brush his hand against mine when passing me something, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

Then one day, after a workout, Jake did something that caught me completely off guard. He had just come back from the gym, shirtless and sweaty, his muscles gleaming under the apartment lights. His broad chest and tight abs flexed as he reached into the fridge for a water bottle. He cracked open the cap and took a long swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank, the veins in his forearm standing out.

I watched him from the corner of my eye, the air thick with the faint scent of his sweat, a subtle but heady mix that made my head swim. And then, as he walked past me, Jake leaned down and kissed me—just a quick, absent-minded peck on the cheek—before heading to his room without saying a word.

I stood there, stunned, my heart racing. It had been so casual, like it hadn’t even registered for him. But I knew what it meant. Jake was falling for me, and he didn’t even realize it yet.

The final break came one night after Jake had a fight with Lauren. He came home late, his jaw clenched, his muscles tense, the air around him electric with frustration. He didn’t say anything at first, just stormed into the living room, pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

“Everything alright?” I asked, watching him carefully.

Jake stopped and turned to face me, his broad chest heaving with every breath. His eyes were full of confusion, anger, and something else—something he wasn’t ready to admit. “I’m fucking done with her,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “I’m done.”

“Lauren?”

“Yeah,” Jake snapped, running a hand through his hair, his frustration boiling over. “But it’s not just her… I don’t know what’s going on with me.”

I stayed silent, waiting.

Jake took a step closer, his eyes locking with mine. “I’ve been thinking about you. All the fucking time,” he said, his voice shaking. “I can’t stop.”

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and full of meaning. I finally pulled the thread between us, snapping Laurens and sealing our fates.

And then, before I could react, Jake closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him, and his lips crashed into mine, hard and full of raw passion. The moment his mouth touched mine, everything else disappeared—there was only him, only the overwhelming heat of his body pressed against me, his muscles flexing under my hands as I grabbed onto him.

His scent hit me all at once—thick, rich, and intoxicating. The faint saltiness of sweat, mixed with something primal and deeply masculine. It wasn’t just a smell; it was a presence, a physical force that filled the space between us, wrapping around me, pulling me deeper into him. Every breath I took was full of his musk, and it made my pulse quicken, my head swim.

I kissed him back, harder, my hands exploring every inch of him. I could feel the solid weight of his chest, the hard ridges of his abs, each muscle flexing beneath my fingers as I ran my hands over him. His skin was warm, slick with a faint sheen of sweat, and the heat radiating off him was almost overwhelming.

Jake groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping my hips tighter, pulling me even closer. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his shorts, thick and throbbing with need. The heat of him was impossible to ignore—it was like his entire body was buzzing with energy, with lust.

I broke the kiss, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps, and trailed my lips down his neck, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin as I kissed my way lower. His musk was stronger now, filling my lungs with every breath, and it made me dizzy, like I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Fuck…” Jake groaned, his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair as I kissed down his chest, my tongue flicking out to taste the sweat that clung to his skin. His pecs were solid, firm under my lips, and I worshipped them, running my hands over his chest, feeling the way his muscles flexed and tightened beneath my touch.

I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted to taste every inch of him, to feel every muscle, every ridge of his body under my hands.

“Yeah… keep going,” Jake murmured, his voice thick with desire, his hands guiding me lower. His breath hitched as I trailed my lips down his abs, my tongue flicking over the tight ridges of muscle. He was perfect—solid and strong, every inch of him screaming power and control, and I couldn’t help but worship him.

I sank to my knees in front of him, my hands trailing down his thick thighs, feeling the power in every inch of his body. His cock was straining against his shorts, thick and heavy, the outline of it pressing against the fabric. I could already see the bulge, already imagine what it would feel like in my mouth.

I reached up, my hands trembling slightly as I tugged down his shorts, and his cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and already dripping with precum. The sight of it made my mouth water. His cock was massive, hard and throbbing, the veins standing out along the length, the head swollen and glistening.

I leaned in, letting my lips brush against the base of his cock, and Jake groaned, his hands tightening in my hair. “Fuck… yeah,” he breathed, his voice low and gravelly.

I licked a slow line up his shaft, tasting the faint saltiness of his skin, the bitterness of his precum lingering on my tongue as I reached the tip. The taste of him was overwhelming, and it sent a shiver through me, making me moan softly against him.

His cock was so thick, it stretched my lips as I took him into my mouth, the weight of him heavy on my tongue, the heat of his cock pulsing in time with his racing heart. I sucked him slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch, every vein that pressed against the roof of my mouth as I took him deeper.

Jake’s hips jerked slightly, and he groaned, his hands guiding me as I sucked him. His cock throbbed with need, the bitterness of his precum coating my tongue, and I could feel the way his body responded to every stroke, every flick of my tongue.

“You’re doing so good…” Jake murmured, his voice rough, but affectionate. His hand tightened in my hair, and he gently pushed me deeper, guiding me until his thick shaft was pressing against the back of my throat. The feeling of him stretching me, filling me completely, made my head spin, and I moaned around him, sending a shudder through his entire body.

“Fuck, just like that…” Jake groaned, his muscles flexing as he started to move his hips, his cock pulsing in my mouth with every thrust.

The taste of him was everywhere—salty, musky, bitter—and I couldn’t get enough. His cock was so thick, so hard, and every time he pushed deeper, I could feel the veins along the length throbbing against my tongue. I wanted more. I wanted to taste everything he had to give me.

Jake groaned, his entire body tensing as his cock swelled in my mouth, the bitterness of his precum growing stronger. “Fuck… I’m close,” he gasped, his voice strained as he started to thrust harder, deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every movement.

I could feel the tension building in his body, every muscle flexing, his cock throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat. His balls tightened, pulling up against his body, and I knew he was seconds away from release.

And then, with a deep, guttural moan, Jake came. His entire body stiffened, his cock pulsing hard as he exploded in my mouth, thick, hot ropes of cum shooting down my throat. The taste of him was overwhelming—salty, thick, and rich—and I swallowed as fast as I could, desperate to take everything he gave me.

He kept cumming, his cock throbbing and pulsing, each spurt filling my mouth with more of his hot, thick load. I could feel it slide down my throat, feel the way it coated my tongue, the taste of him lingering, heavy and salty. It felt like it would never stop—each pulse of his cock bringing another wave of thick cum.

Jake groaned, his hands still tight in my hair as he rode out his orgasm, his cock twitching with the aftershocks. His muscles flexed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, and I kept sucking him, milking every last drop from him until he finally pulled me back.

I looked up at him, my mouth still slick with his cum, his cock still throbbing softly between us. His eyes were heavy-lidded, filled with satisfaction and something deeper—something affectionate.

Jake’s hand slid from my hair to cup my face, his thumb brushing my cheek as he leaned down, his voice soft but full of conviction. “I love you.”

[tonxiq]

The House on the hills

Halloween morning cast an eerie light over the wealthy neighborhood, but the adrenaline pumping through Douglas and Luis’s veins dulled their awareness of it. Their breaths came in ragged gasps as they sprinted up the hill, the sound of police sirens growing louder behind them. The house they’d just burglarized had gone south fast—alarms blaring, cameras catching every desperate second.

“Shit, man!” Luis panted, glancing over his shoulder. “They’re gaining on us!”

Douglas, his blue eyes wild with panic, didn’t respond. They needed to hide, and fast. As they neared the top of the hill, something caught his eye—an old, dilapidated house that looked completely out of place compared to the pristine mansions surrounding it. The place was crumbling, windows boarded up, paint peeling. It seemed abandoned. Perfect.

“There!” Douglas pointed.

Luis hesitated but quickly followed as they dashed toward the creepy house. The front door was barely hanging on its hinges, and they pushed it open easily. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the smell of decay. Halloween decorations hung from the ceiling, forgotten and covered in cobwebs. A skeletal figure stood in the corner, grinning mockingly at them.

“Dude, this place gives me the creeps,” Luis muttered, his brown eyes scanning the dark interior.

“We don’t have a choice,” Douglas snapped. “Just hide.”

They ducked behind an old couch, crouching in silence as the front door creaked open again. Footsteps echoed through the empty hall, and Douglas peeked out just enough to see two men enter.

The first man was tall and hairy, with a stern face that matched his intimidating build. The second, Christian, lean with a circle beard, his dark eyes scanning the room with a predatory gleam. Both men looked like contractors, but something about their demeanor felt wrong—dangerous.

“These rich bastards don’t even know what’s coming,” Hassan muttered, his voice cold and calculating as he kicked aside an old chair. “Once we take care of this, no one will ever find out. We clean up, and it’s done.”

Christian chuckled under his breath, his hands flexing as if eager to get to work. “Should’ve done this weeks ago. That prick’s been nosing around for too long. You think he’s really got dirt on us?”

Hassan shot him a look, deadly serious. “He’s a lawyer. If he’s poking around in our shit, it’s only a matter of time before he figures it out. We’re not taking any chances.”

Douglas’s heart raced as he listened, a chill creeping down his spine. This wasn’t a burglary. These guys were talking about silencing someone—permanently.

“We should’ve taken care of him when we had the chance,” Christian added, his grin fading into something more sinister. “It’s better this way, though. No witnesses, no evidence.”

“Exactly,” Hassan said, his tone almost businesslike. “Make it look like an accident, then get the hell out of here. We move fast, and no one’s the wiser.”

Douglas’s stomach churned. These men weren’t just criminals—they were killers, and this house was their staging ground. He exchanged a quick, terrified glance with Luis, who looked just as pale and shaken.

Christian glanced at a dusty old Halloween display in the corner of the room, an ornate figure of a skeletal reaper holding a lantern. “Creepy place to set up shop, though. What’s with these rich assholes and their weird decorations?”

Hassan snorted, barely acknowledging it. “Who cares? It’s the perfect cover. No one’s gonna come looking in a house like this. Now stop screwing around and get the stuff ready.”

Christian shook his head, but there was a smirk on his face as he pulled out a crowbar from his bag. “Let’s get this done. After tonight, we’ll be in the clear.”

Without hesitation, he swung the crowbar at the reaper statue, smashing it into pieces with a loud crash. The sound echoed through the empty house, but the smirk quickly faded from Christian’s face as the room grew eerily quiet.

From beneath their feet, a strange circular pattern began to glow. Ancient symbols, previously invisible, flickered to life on the wooden floor, casting an unnatural red light that bathed the room in an ominous glow.

“What the hell is that?” Christian muttered, his voice tight with unease.

Hassan, usually composed, took a step back, his eyes widening. “I don’t know, but we need to get out of here—now.”

Before either man could move, the circle beneath them erupted in a flash of light. Their screams filled the air as the symbols pulsed violently, wrapping them in a blinding red glow. Their bodies convulsed, distorted, until they collapsed in a heap on the floor.

When the light finally faded, the only thing left were two deflated, empty suits lying where Hassan and Christian had stood.

“Holy shit,” Luis whispered, his voice shaking. “What the fuck just happened?”

“I don’t know, man,” Douglas replied, equally stunned. He cautiously approached the bodies—or what was left of them. The two men’s clothes and skin lay crumpled, like empty costumes waiting for someone to step into them.

His hands trembled as he lifted Hassan’s shirt. There, on the back, was a seam running down the spine. A suit. A human suit.

“Luis,” Douglas said, his voice barely a whisper, “this is real.”

Luis came closer, eyes wide with disbelief. “What the hell do we do now?”

Before they could say another word, a cold breeze swept through the room, and the flickering shadows on the walls began to shift. A ghostly figure materialized, ancient and imposing, its eyes glowing with a sinister light.

“You have witnessed the house’s magic,” the spirit said, its voice echoing as though it came from another world. “Those who break its sacred objects are punished, turned into vessels for others to inhabit.”

Douglas and Luis stared, speechless.

“The suits,” the spirit continued, gesturing to Hassan and Christian’s remains, “are now yours to use. Enter them, and you may take on their identities. But be warned—the only way to reverse the curse is to restore what was broken. The choice is yours.”

With that, the spirit vanished, leaving the two friends in stunned silence.

Luis turned to Douglas, panic setting in. “What do we do, man? We can’t stay here! The cops are getting closer!”

Douglas swallowed, his mind racing. “We… we don’t have a choice. If we get caught, we’re done. But if we… if we put on the suits, maybe we can get out of here.”

Luis shook his head, pacing nervously. “You can’t be serious. That’s—insane!”

Douglas, however, had already made up his mind. “It’s this or prison, Luis.” He knelt down beside Hassan’s empty suit, hesitating for a moment before gripping the seam and pulling it open. The inside was dark, disturbingly fleshy, and warm.

“I’m sorry,” Douglas muttered, more to himself than to Luis, as he started to slip his arm inside. The sensation was immediate—an overwhelming warmth that spread through his body as the suit began to cling to him. He gasped as it tightened around his chest, his legs, his arms, molding to him as if it had a life of its own. The feeling was disorienting, otherworldly, as his skin seemed to merge with the suit.

He pulled it over his head, zipping it closed. The transformation was complete. He looked down at his hands—Hassan’s hands—and felt the power, the weight of this new form. His reflection in a cracked mirror showed the face of a man he had never been, but now was.

Luis stood frozen, wide-eyed, before nodding reluctantly. “Okay. Fine.” He grabbed Christian’s suit and, with a deep breath, began the same horrifying process. It clung to him as if it were alive, the sensation nearly overwhelming him, but he forced himself to finish, zipping up the suit just as they heard a knock on the door.

“Police! Open up!���

Douglas—now Hassan—locked eyes with Luis—now Christian. They had no time. They quickly collected themselves, shaking off the lingering disorientation.

“Just… act normal,” Douglas whispered, heading toward the door.

They opened it to find two officers standing on the porch, flashlights in hand. “Who are you?” one of the officers asked.

Douglas cleared his throat, speaking in Hassan’s deep, unfamiliar voice. “We’re just contractors, sir. Here to scope out the place.”

The officers exchanged glances. “Have you seen two men come through here? We got reports of a burglary in the area.”

Douglas shook his head. “No, sir. Haven’t seen anyone.”

The officer nodded. “Alright. We need to check the house. Please step outside.”

Douglas and Luis complied, watching as the officers moved inside. As soon as they were out of sight, Douglas gestured toward Hassan’s truck parked outside.

“Let’s go,” he whispered.

They climbed into the truck, started the engine, and drove off into the distance, the weight of what had just happened hanging between them in tense silence. The truck’s rumble seemed to echo their racing thoughts, the night now darker, colder than it had been before.

Luis gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white as his eyes flicked nervously between the road and Douglas beside him—or rather, Hassan shirtless. “What the hell just happened, man?” he muttered, his voice shaky.

Douglas—now Hassan—shifted in the passenger seat, staring at his reflection in the side mirror. The face looking back at him was foreign, yet familiar now. The thick beard, the rugged jawline, those cold, calculating eyes. He flexed his hands, feeling the muscles beneath the skin—muscles that weren’t his. “I don’t know, but… we’re them now.”

Luis shook his head, his heart pounding in his chest. “No, man, we’re wearing them. This isn’t us.” His voice was laced with panic. “What the hell are we supposed to do? Just walk around like this? We can’t be them.”

Douglas glanced over, his new persona settling in, an unsettling calm washing over him. “Why not?” he asked, his voice lower, more confident “Think about it, Luis. We’ve got a fresh start. No one’s looking for us. They were plotting to murder someone! Those guys weren’t good people.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” Luis argued, but his words lacked conviction. He stared ahead, biting his lip. “We just… we put them on like costumes, man. This is insane.”

Douglas leaned back in his seat, feeling the leather jacket that had once belonged to Hassan clinging to him like a second skin. “Look, I get it. This is messed up. But we’ve done things too. We’ve broken into houses, stolen stuff. I’m not saying we’re saints, but… they were about to kill someone. Compared to them, we’re practically angels.”

Luis hesitated, glancing over at him. “I don’t know, Doug… This feels wrong. What if we just—”

“What?” Douglas interrupted. “Give it all up? Walk back into the streets with nothing, go to jail when the cops figure out who we really are? Or worse, get caught by people who were waiting for Hassan and Christian to finish their job?”

Luis was quiet, the weight of that truth sinking in. He didn’t want to admit it, but Douglas had a point. They had been running, desperate, with nothing to show for it except a growing criminal record. Now, they had a chance to wipe the slate clean. They weren’t just wearing these men—they could be them, at least for a little while.

“So what now?” Luis muttered, gripping the wheel tighter.

Douglas smirked, feeling the confidence of Hassan wash over him. He ran a hand through his thick beard, glancing at the worn leather seats of the truck. “We become them. We see what they had, how they lived. If we don’t like it, we walk away. But for now… we take advantage of the situation.”

Luis shook his head, his stomach churning. “I don’t know if I can do this, man.”

“You don’t have to be him forever,” Douglas said, his voice smooth as he leaned closer. “But think about it. No more running, no more looking over our shoulders. We can be them whenever we want. You saw how easy it was to fool the cops. They didn’t even question us. We can have two lives—a clean life, whenever we need it.”

Luis looked over at him, unsure, but the temptation was there. “And… what about them? Hassan and Christian?”

“They’re gone,” Douglas replied bluntly. “Whatever was going to happen, the house took care of it. They were scum. Murderers. We’re not them—we’re just… borrowing what’s left.”

The truck hit a pothole, jolting them both, but Luis’s grip on the wheel loosened slightly. His mind raced, thinking about all the things they could do, how their pasts could be erased in an instant. It wasn’t right, but maybe it didn’t have to be.

Douglas’s hand rested on Luis’s arm, and there was a strange shift in the air between them. “Come on,” Douglas murmured, his voice lower, smoother. “We’re in this together, right? No one’s going to know. We’ve already gotten away with it.”

Luis swallowed hard, his heartbeat quickening, not from fear but something else entirely. He couldn’t deny the pull of the idea—the thrill of stepping into someone else’s life. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

Douglas’s smirk widened, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against Luis’s neck. “Good. Now… let’s see what Hassan’s life is like. We might as well enjoy it while we can.”

There was a pause, the tension between them thick, before Luis finally relented. “Alright. Fine. Let’s go see what these  guys have going on.”

Douglas, now fully in his role as Hassan, glanced at the truck’s dashboard, memorizing the address scrawled on a piece of paper in the glove compartment. “Hassan’s place isn’t far. Let’s check it out.”

Luis took a deep breath and nodded, though his hands still trembled slightly. He wasn’t ready to let go of his old self just yet, but the lure of freedom—and the possibilities—was too strong. He could feel Christian’s persona seeping in, the mannerisms, the way he carried himself. It wasn’t like the suit forced him to change, but it felt… easier to play the role. He straightened his back, his face hardening as he embraced it.

Douglas watched him with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. “See? It’s not so bad.”

Luis shot him a look, one that was hesitant but warming to the idea. “Yeah… I guess not.”

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Douglas leaned back into the plush couch, feeling the soft leather beneath him as he popped open a beer. The faint hiss of the can broke the comfortable silence that had settled between him and Luis. Or, as they were now, Hassan and Christian. It was strange, yet somehow thrilling how easily they had slipped into these new lives.

Luis sat beside him, his own beer in hand, staring at the TV screen across the room. They had spent the day exploring Hassan’s house, and to their surprise, it was nicer than they had expected—a tidy, modest home with enough comforts to make it feel like they could really start fresh. The fridge was stocked, the bills seemed to be paid, and there was even a safe in the bedroom that had a decent amount of cash.

As the 10 o’clock news flickered to life, they watched in silence, taking long sips from their cans.

And then their past came crashing back onto the screen.

"Local police are searching for two suspects in an early morning Halloween burglary at a wealthy home in the hills," the anchor reported. "Authorities believe the men are armed and dangerous. Security footage captured these images of the suspects fleeing the scene."

Luis's heart dropped as he saw his own face flash across the screen—his face, before he’d become Christian. The grainy security footage showed both him and Douglas, caught mid-flight, running up the hill toward the abandoned house.

Douglas's grip tightened around his beer. He could feel his pulse quicken as he saw his old self on the screen, the man he was before all this.

Luis turned to him, his voice low but sharp with urgency. “What do we do now? They’ve got our faces.”

Douglas stared at the screen for a long moment, then calmly looked over at Luis. “They’ve got our old faces. Not us. Not anymore.”

Luis exhaled slowly, leaning back against the couch. He took another long sip from his beer. “So… we’re just gonna live like this now? Be Hassan and Christian, just… permanently?”

Douglas nodded, his voice firm. “Yeah. We don’t owe anyone anything. Those two? They were about to do some real messed-up stuff. Way worse than we’ve ever done. We don’t go back to that house, we don’t fix whatever they broke, and we don’t give them their lives back.”

Luis hesitated, the weight of the decision settling in. “And… we don’t deal with any of their shady shit either, right? No getting involved with whatever those two were into.”

“Exactly,” Douglas said, his eyes locking onto Luis’s. “We take the clean parts of their lives, and we disappear. We’ve got enough cash, and I’ve seen enough paperwork in Hassan’s office to know they were sitting on some serious money. We move out of state, far away from anyone who might recognize them—or us.”

Luis let out a breath, feeling the tension leave his shoulders. “Alright. We can make this work. No more looking over our shoulders, no more running.”

Douglas’s expression softened as he watched Luis, his new brown eyes gleaming with something that hadn’t been there before. They had escaped something terrible, but now, something new lingered between them—something electric. The day had been surreal, but in this moment, sitting here together in their new bodies, they weren’t just partners in crime anymore.

Luis caught Douglas’s gaze, their eyes locking in a way that made his heart race for an entirely different reason. It was like they were both seeing each other—really seeing each other—for the first time.

“Guess we’re stuck with these bodies now, huh?” Luis said quietly, his voice teasing but thick with emotion.

Douglas smirked, leaning closer. “Could be worse.” His hand reached out, lightly tracing the edge of Luis’s beard. “You know, you’re not so bad like this.”

Luis chuckled, the tension from earlier easing into something warmer, something more intimate. “I could say the same about you,” he replied, his brown eyes lingering on Douglas’s—on Hassan’s—features, taking in the sharp jawline, the strong shoulders. He wasn’t sure if it was the beer, the adrenaline, or something else entirely, but he couldn’t deny the pull between them.

Douglas leaned in even closer, his breath warm against Luis’s skin. “We’re in this together now,” he murmured, his voice low. “Might as well enjoy it, right?”

Luis swallowed hard, his heart racing, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he closed the small distance between them, their lips meeting in a slow, cautious kiss. It was strange at first—kissing Douglas while seeing Hassan’s face—but it felt right. It felt real.

When they pulled back, Luis’s breath hitched, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and desire. Douglas smiled softly, his hand lingering on Luis’s cheek.

“Guess we’re not just playing pretend anymore,” Luis whispered, a shy grin creeping onto his face.

“No,” Douglas agreed, his voice hushed. “We’re not.”

They sat there for a moment, the air between them heavy with unspoken feelings. Douglas stood up placing once hand on his crotch and offering the other to Luis. “Come on,” he said, his tone playful but commanding. “Let’s see what else Hassan’s and Christian's life has to offer.”

Luis took his hand, standing up and grinning as he could feel his new cock start to slowly rise as they headed toward the bedroom. 

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Luis—Christian, he reminded himself with a grin—angled his phone, the light catching just right on his sharp cheekbones and the perfectly groomed beard that framed his face. The sun bounced off his dark eyes, making them look even warmer. He smirked, snapping the selfie with practiced ease. A pretty boy in every sense of the word, and he knew it. He admired the photo for a moment before dropping his phone into the center console of the car.

This life? It was a dream compared to what he'd left behind. He ran his hand through his buzzcut, feeling the familiar stubble beneath his fingers, and leaned back in the driver’s seat, soaking in the confidence that seemed to radiate off him these days. Every morning he felt this rush, this high—looking at Christian’s reflection and seeing someone new, someone free.

He started the engine, a soft purr beneath him as the car came to life. Just a few months ago, none of this had seemed possible. A decent job, a new place, no police breathing down their necks, no more late-night scrambles. He and Douglas—or Hassan now—had made good on their promise to live clean. They’d left behind all the shady characters, packed up, and moved somewhere no one knew their real faces or their real pasts.

He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, smirking at the cocky swagger he felt each time he caught his reflection. Luis had always been a confident guy, but this? This was different. Christian had given him something more—a kind of confidence that came with being someone else, a person with no past, no baggage. He adjusted his sweater, rolling his shoulders as if testing how the new persona fit him today.

Perfect. It always fit perfectly.

The new life had been surprisingly easy to fall into. They’d kept it low-key at first, blending in while figuring out the lay of the land. A small town, nothing flashy but comfortable enough to rebuild. Christian had found work as a foreman at a local construction company—nothing glamorous, but it paid well, and more importantly, it was legit. No one asked questions here. No one knew what he'd done before or the life he'd stolen. They only saw Christian, a confident, cocky guy who had it all together.

His phone buzzed with a message, and he pulled it up with a flick of his thumb. It was from Hassan, a short, casual text with two morning selfies attached.

-Morning, pretty boy. Coffee at the usual spot?

Christian chuckled, biting back a grin. Hassan had taken to this life just as well as he had. They weren’t just surviving anymore—they were living. A new city, new identities, new routines, but somehow everything still felt easy. Effortless, even.

They’d settled into a rhythm that felt almost too good to be true. He glanced out the window at the quiet streets, feeling that same rush of excitement he got every day now. No one here knew them. No one here would ever know them. They were ghosts, living clean but always a few steps ahead of whatever might come back to haunt them.

His fingers danced along the edge of the steering wheel, remembering last night. The way he and Hassan had spent the evening, laughing, drinking, fucking and falling into the easy intimacy that had come with their new lives. They’d built something real together, something solid.

Christian felt his heart thrum a little faster. He’d grown to love the man beside him, the way Hassan moved with that quiet strength, how they had each other's backs in ways that went beyond anything they could have imagined before. The past was the past, but the future? That was theirs to build together.

They had a plan now. Stay low, make money, and eventually move somewhere even better. A bigger house, maybe something by the water. Somewhere even more off the radar. He liked the sound of that—they liked the sound of that. This place, this life, it was good for now, but it was just the beginning.

Going to grab coffee, checking in on work, doing the little things that made him feel normal—it all came together now. As he checked his watch and threw the car into gear, he felt that familiar swagger. This was his life now. This was who he was. He shot one more glance at the selfie he’d taken, smiling at the handsome face staring back.

No one would ever know who they really were.

And honestly? He kind of liked it that way.

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The Resort Backstory: The Gardener

This story is set several years before the resort opened, when its owner was still unaware of his hypnotic abilities and the dream of opening a resort to change the lives of its guests was still far from being realized.

The summer of my twenties was extremely hot. I had returned home from college for summer break with the idea of spending a couple of months having fun, but the muggy weather took all the joy out of the days. There was nothing one could do but leave for a vacation, or hole up at home or at the mall to enjoy the air conditioning. My studies in psychology were proceeding well; I had discovered a few years earlier a tome in the attic, passed down a few generations in my family and branded by my father as quackery. It talked about hypnotism and mental manipulation and described almost esoteric rituals. It was all so fascinating, but I had never had much satisfaction with it, apart from a few mentalist tricks proposed to friends during my teenage years. So my greatest desire had become with time to be able to give scientific value to that book, cross-referencing it with the latest in psychology. Given the sweltering heat, I decided that I would finally find some answers that summer. I had not considered Ben.

My parents had hired him a few months ago; he was our gardener and handyman. My father would work all day in his office in town or hang out at the golf club, my mother would at best manage to sweep and cook, but then spend the rest of the day with her friends. Ben diligently tended the garden and maintained the house; he was really good at his job -- at least as unbearable as his manners were. A true alpha man, you might say, big beer drinker, motor enthusiast, frequenter of gyms and night clubs. He was arrogant, swaggering, and wasted no opportunity to make me feel like a loser. I was not the type to hide my homosexuality, but he never failed to call me a fag, a sissy, always when my parents were not around. He acted like a bully, even though he was more than 10 years older than me. I had often talked to my parents about it, but they downplayed the situation by saying that he was a slob and that it was useless to explain good manners to him. I decided that I had to take action on my own.

Aware that my parents would be leaving soon for a month and a half vacation abroad and that I would be alone with Ben, I finally tried to practice one of the rituals described in the book. It consisted of taking a bracelet, blessing it with incense and herbs and wearing it to appear friendly to anyone. I had no idea how to get certain elements, so I sharpened my wits; surely Ben was an inveterate heterosexual, I distinctly remembered his winking looks at my mother's friends when they came to visit. I bought a female pheromone spray and sprayed it on a rubber bracelet, practicing the described ritual with precision and care; the smell was repulsive to me, but I soon got used to it and never noticed it again. I was sure it would work; he would definitely find me less detestable.

On the day my parents left, I put on the bracelet and headed to the living room to watch TV. It wasn't long before I saw Ben walk in; he was sweaty as hell, shirtless and with two big boots on his feet. He gave off the strongest smell; it was impossible for me not to notice him. I had never seen him without a shirt on; I had to admit that he was working hard, he had a sculpted physique, two big pecs covered with dripping hair, a dark line starting from them, passing over his belly button and going down. I had to admit to myself that he was indeed attractive, despite his gaze lost in emptiness … and his dangling arms. I noticed only then that he was looking at me, his mouth half-open, his body motionless. Stunned by his behavior, I asked him if he needed anything. Upon hearing my words, it was as if he suddenly woke up. He looked at me, his face turned red, and went out again, saying that he didn't need and was just lost in thought.

That was not the last of the changes that took place over the next few days. After that first reaction of his, I noticed that he tried to avoid me. He turned away from me as soon as he saw me, struggled to address me, and no longer walked around without a shirt off. He seemed almost embarrassed. I asked no further questions; surely the bracelet had had some effect, he no longer bothered me. Pleased with this victory, it made me much more serene. After a couple of days, however, as I was walking around the house, I found him in front of me. He told me that he had finished with his work for the day and would be back the next day. Then, in a strangely hesitant voice, he asked me: - “By the way…what do you think? Am I trained enough?”

In asking me this he had raised his arms and inflated his biceps. Not knowing what to say, I felt my face blush. What kind of question was that? Awkwardly, I tried to comply, partly because he kept looking at me with eyes eager for an answer.

- “Y-y-you look… really fit, sure.”

I tried hard to sound spontaneous. His eyes sparkled, his mouth opened in a big smile. I didn't have time to move away that he pulled me into a hug, lifting me a few inches off the ground. The suffocating grip in which he enveloped me left no doubt, he was certainly trained. He let go of me and after a few moments turned red in the face again, embarrassed. As I caught my breath, he told me that he was sorry and that he did not want to hurt me. I told him not to worry and saw him leave smiling, though a little confused. From that moment, his approach toward me changed again. Without neglecting his work, he tried in every possible way to talk to me during the day. He even went so far as to ask me if I needed a ride when I told him I was meeting with friends. It all seemed so strange to me, but I didn't hide from myself how nice it was to have him at my disposal, partly because I found him more attractive with each passing day. One afternoon, he appeared in front of me, again to tell me that he was done with work for the day.

He was wearing a black tank top drenched in sweat, his muscles on display as the masculine smell of his armpits wafted through the air. Always wavering, he asked if I would like to have dinner with him, eat pizza and have a beer in front of the TV. Never did I think he would be interested in spending free time with me. It wasn't exactly my idea of an evening, but something was beginning to attract me to him, so I didn't hesitate to agree; in fact, I proposed that he stop directly at my house.

So it was that we found ourselves on the couch, empty pizza boxes on the table, a beer in our hands. He had turned on the TV to the sports channel and was trying to talk to me about things I didn't know at all. He also said he felt a lot of mugginess, so he preferred to remain shirtless--and who was I to deny him that. I had suggested that he take a shower before dinner and he had agreed, thanking me; he was now exuding a strong smell of bubble bath, but there was always a musky note in the background.

While he was in the bathroom, I had taken off my bracelet. I wanted to see if I was also becoming a victim of my own manipulation, but I quickly realized that I was not: even away from the object, I continued to find Ben decidedly attractive. I accepted this, thinking that surely spending time with him would give me pleasant situations to fantasize about in the privacy of my room. And indeed, now that we were a few inches apart, sitting on the same couch, I couldn't help but be aroused. The thing I most wanted, however, was answers, so, without warning, I took off my bracelet. After a few moments, his friendly face disappeared and, as if waking from a strange dream, he looked at me arrogantly. - “Well, then again, you certainly don't mean these things, they're certainly not faggot things.”

As soon as I heard that word, I put the bracelet back on. His face softened in an instant; he immediately apologized. I told him it was no problem and that I would go get another beer. He watched me walk toward the kitchen, a big smile on his lips. I decided it was time for the coup de grace. Before going back into the living room, I rubbed the wristband on the neck of the bottle of beer I was going to give him and, once I got to the couch, I handed it to him as he had his back to me, intent on watching TV, running my wrist right in front of his face. I couldn't help but notice how he inhaled the smell of the bracelet, his eyes closed, his face satisfied. I sat back down on the couch, much closer to him. I watched him drink the beer, in increasingly intense sips, as if it was addictive for him to rest his lips on the bottle. He finished it and put it on the table, then looked at me. His eyes were watery, his mouth letting go droplets of beer on the couch. His face came closer and closer to mine, one of his arms was about to encircle my shoulders. Finally, he kissed me, a single instant, on the lips. I felt the warmth of his face, but it was short-lived. Shocked and shaken, I saw him pull away and look at me red-faced. He began to apologize, to say he was sorry, as he gathered his things. It was so fast that I had no time to react. As he closed the door behind him, I realized that I didn't even have his number. All I could do was wait until the next day, if he ever showed up. I threw myself back onto the couch, brushing my lips with my fingers. I had enjoyed it so much, maybe too much. I could still smell him hovering in the living room. I took off my pants and masturbated wildly, thinking about the handsome hunk I just kissed.

The next day Ben did not show up, nor did he the next day. I thought perhaps I should contact my parents, having no idea of the terms of their contract with him, but I decided to wait. I kept thinking about him, trying to restrain myself as much as I could from touching myself, often failing. What had happened had been incredible; I had managed to manipulate him, finally proving the usefulness of that tome and my studies. And I had also taken pleasure from it, being kissed by such a hot stud. It was not my first kiss, but I had never been with a man older than me and so masculine. I decided to go out and call friends to celebrate, even though they would be oblivious to the reasons for my overflowing happiness. But it was a really good time and I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

Ben did not show up for a week. It was now a month before my parents returned, and reluctantly I had no more excuses. I would necessarily have to call them and tell them that he was not showing up for work, without going into details. I was going downstairs to have breakfast when, looking out the window, I noticed Ben's motorcycle parked in front of the house. I smiled and ran down the stairs, but froze halfway through, surprised and shocked. Ben stood there in the living room, looking at me with eyes burning with desire. He was shirtless, sweaty, and soaked in musky scent.

But the thing that drove me wild with excitement was the flap of his pants open, the sight of his bush, the sight of the base of his cock. We looked at each other for a few seconds as he gasped. It was obvious why he had come back. Slowly, I finished descending the stairs and moved closer to him, until I was inches from his body. Continuing to look into his eyes, I ran a hand over his hairy pecs, losing myself in his warmth and masculine scent. I collected the sweat with my fingers, then ran them over my lips. Feeling his salty taste, I wrapped my arms around his neck. - “You waited too long to come back.” - “I…I…I'm not gay, but…” - “But?” - “But…I can't stop thinking about you. I…I have to fuck you.”

I moved closer to his ear. - “Then I'm yours, take me.”

It was a matter of seconds. Our tongues intertwined, drawn together like magnets, as he lifted me up. I was clasped with arms and legs to his body as he carried me around the living room. He threw me against a wall, then onto the sofa, standing first on top of me then under. We kissed a lot, greedily, as if to make up for the whole week he hadn't shown up. I noticed that he was getting more and more self-conscious, although his arousal was more than evident. The fly of his jeans was still noticeably open, I could see the outline of his erect dick beyond the fabric. I made the first move again. I told him to get up and got down on my knees in front of him. He had already understood, his gaze yearning for what I was about to do. I pulled down his underpants and saw him remain in his underwear. At that point I stuck out my tongue and gasped, like a little dog, waiting.

Without my having time to notice, his underwear was on the floor and I had my face pressed against the base of his shaft. I lost my breath; he had my head pinned down with his hands as the taste of his massive 8-inch penis permeated my mouth, his cock head brushing against my uvula. I regulated the breath with my nose, properly inhaling the musky smell of his hairy and sweaty bush. My hard cock in my underwear was beginning to drip. He began to move my head back and forth, then I pushed him sitting on the couch with my hands and released myself from his grip, continuing to satisfy him with my mouth and hands. He was enjoying unrestrainedly, letting loose verses of satisfaction, his eyes half-closed and his back sunk on the couch. I watched him with lust-filled eyes, seeking eye contact, slamming his cock head on my tongue and cheeks. Just as I was about to take his dick in my mouth again, he came violently. My face was covered with his cum, my eyes, my nose. His jizz dripped onto the floor from my face as I continued to watch him, waiting for his reaction. He opened his eyes again and pulled himself up, just enough to look down at me as I stood on all fours on the floor.

- “That's…that was the best blowjob of my life.”

I smiled smugly. From that moment on, we spent the day naked, never parting. I did not let him immediately penetrate me, although I wanted his penis inside me more and more with each passing second, even though it would be the first time for me. I had to wait and see the limits of the situation that had been created, although I soon discovered that they were few. Ben was indeed an alpha male; however subjugated to my manipulation, after the blowjob he showed himself to be dominant throughout. And I allowed myself to be dominated with pleasure by such a sexy hunk. Feeling myself his property excited me deeply. After making out some more, he sat down and decided to put his right foot in my face, ordering me to smell them and lick his big toe.

I let the intrusive stench permeate my senses, emitting moans as I sucked his big toe as if it were the cock that had just broken through my throat. He touched himself, aroused, continuing to do so even as he asked me to lick his armpits, an order he didn't have to repeat twice, so much had I become a slave to his pungent, masculine smell.

In the meantime my panties were filling with cum, I was cumming profusely even without touching myself, in the grip of an arousal I had never experienced in my life. I ended up sucking his cock again, this time swallowing all his salty cum without dropping a drop. Once we were done, we realized that we were exhausted and that I hadn't even eaten breakfast. He got nice and decided to make lunch for both of us, still in his underwear, while I went to undress too and get cleaned up.

Finished eating, we lay still on the couch, full and happy, entwined with each other's bodies. I don't know how long I lay there pleasuring myself to his body so close to mine, smelling his musky fragrance, but I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, I couldn't believe I was still there, with him. I don't know if he had fallen asleep, but he was looking at me with primal desire, and I knew the time had come. I tried to anticipate him. - “It's…it's my first time, no man has ever fucked me.”

I hoped his gaze would be filled with thoughtfulness, but it was not: on the contrary, his arousal visibly increased, his breathing quickened. He picked me up firmly in his arms and carried me up the stairs, toward my room, then threw me on the bed. He stayed a few seconds looking at me, as if he couldn't make up his mind, as if struggling within himself.

Finally, he spread my legs and rested his head on my ass. I screamed with pleasure at the exact moment the tip of his tongue touched the entrance to my anus, beginning to creep inside me. His lips were attached like suction cups to my perineum as he sought me out with his gaze. I indulged in his rimming as my cock dripped. Then, just as I was one step away from cumming again, he stopped and looked into my eyes again. He took his erect cock in his hands and began grazing my anus with the tip of his shaft. Once, twice,…on the third time he entered.

Pain joined pleasure as I screamed, I was filled with immense heat as I felt the walls of my anus dilate to make room for his immense rod. He went slowly, carefully, as his pelvis rhythmically hammered his cock into my ass. I quickly got used to it, the surreal situation aroused me beyond belief and I wanted more and more. I slowly realized that Ben, the gardener, our handyman was naked, in my room and fucking me-and it was all real. I gripped my buttocks, provoking him and inciting him to go faster. He grabbed me by the hips until he erupted inside me.

The heat of his jets of cum pervaded me as I felt his breathing relax and his cock drip out of my ass. He looked at me smugly for a moment longer, then collapsed on top of me, sweaty and frazzled.

Thus began the most incredible month of my life. Ben moved in with me; we slept together and spent the day fucking, trying different positions, indulging in various perversions and kinks. I would never let go of the bracelet, in order not to risk bringing the dream down like a house of cards.

Every now and then he would proceed to fix up the house and garden as he should, and I would take the opportunity to delve into the tome and my manipulation skills. I began to be persuaded by the idea that I could change people's lives, either to help them or to satisfy my own whims. I was still far from the idea of starting a resort where I could transform and manipulate clients, but meeting Ben was the spark that set everything off. When I returned to college at the end of that month and got rid of the bracelet, we both went back to our lives as if nothing had happened. But I will never forget him, my first subject. I still feel a thrill of pleasure and nostalgia when I imagine him, coming down the stairs in the morning, walking into the kitchen and looking at me horny, his gaze watery, his mouth panting, his hand tucked into his underwear ready to pull out his cock, and me ready to obey him and satisfy him like a good little bitch.

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"Aww shite, that's yer Aunt Betty comin' back. Go put on some clothes and clean up a bit in case she checks on ya, I will slow her down," said Uncle Scott putting on his camo shirt, stained and worn-out jockstrap and his jeans quickly. He leaped upstairs leaving me in the basement to clean as much as possible evidence of our promiscuity right under Aunt Betty's nose. I couldn't risk her to find out that her own nephew that she raised like her own son has been sucking her husband's cock on the side like some whore. To be fair, despite sucking Uncle Scott's literal dick, it's my boyfriend currently in control of his body, and I have to say, he's been doing such a damn fine job pulling off the perfect impersonation of Uncle Scott. The choice of words, the overall attitude, the accent, he nailed everything to the tee. Even now, I literally remembered that he and Aunt Betty bickered exactly like this everytime she got back from her day out.

After I wiped the dried cum splattered all across my torso and my lips, I quickly leaped back to the couch and turned on the TV as I heard her coming down. Right when I put on my cap, her head peeked while she stands in the stair looking at me

"Having too much fun you are not even aware your aunt's coming back with grocery? And God damn this place reeks, what did you do until you stinkin' up the space this bad?"

"Oh shit Aunt Betty, I actually drowsed off after my workout. Just woke up a couple minutes ago, need help?

"Figured it's the workout. Well, come upstairs, your uncle can use some extra hands,"

Goddammit, I almost bursted in laughter. I know Aunt Betty didn't mean it that way, but that's what Uncle Scott literally said to me as he grabbed my hand to stroke the mushroom head of his cock as his two hands weren't enough to fully stroke the entirety of his 9.5 inches monster. How long we can keep this shit a secret with Aunt Betty still around?

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Their Oldest Son

“Ooo! He’s so going to get it now!” Alvin snickered quietly, peering out above the upper floor and watching as his parents dragged his brother down the basement. They had finally had enough of him screaming at them and insisting that he was in fact their oldest son.

“Y-you gotta listen to me! Alvin he… he switched us yesterday night while you guys were away! He tricked me into it, and now he’s pretending to be me!” His brother would yell, thrashing about as their dad carried his new scrawny body along.

They were suspicious at first, but after checking the Mind Transfer Machine’s backlog, they found no evidence of it ever happening. Of course they didn’t, Alvin had found a bug in the system which made the backlog glitch for a few minutes, just enough time to trick his brother into the machine and transfer his mind into his older brother’s sexy body.

Their parents, being scientists, had in fact asked them to try out the machine once before. A few months prior that is. His brother had requested to swap them back not shortly after though, after he found Alvin shoving a large dildo into his body’s ass while making out with his own reflection. After that his brother had refused to participate in any more trials.

Alvin had even tried out both his parent’s bodies, loving the thickness of his dad’s burly body and the squishiness of his mother’s breast. One evening he even managed to trick and seduce his father into fucking him as his mother, which they had yet to find out about. But of course, nothing ever beat the feeling of ravaging his brother’s body in front of the mirror, ejaculating all over his perfect washboard abs, and swallowing every drop of his brother’s musky seed.

“No, NO! Anything but that!” His brother would scream, trying to get away from their parents’ newest contraption. A thick metal helmet firmly suited onto his head. “H-he’s going to get away with it! And you’re helping him!!”

“It’s for the best.” Their father would say and turn to their mother, and their mother would nod along. With a single button press his brother’s brain was completely rewritten and reassembled, making him forget all about the Mind Transfer Machine and the past five months. But just in case, he was also reprogrammed to never mention the idea of being mind swapped, nor be able to accuse his older brother of stealing his body.

Their parents would smile at each other reassuringly, thinking they had fixed their younger son’s fantasies of swapping bodies and his obsession over their older son’s body.

Meanwhile, Alvin stood upstairs and gleefully listened. Grinning victoriously, he slowly slipped one of his finger into his own ass, and relishing in having something inside it again.

“Oh my… guess your body is mine now, brother…” Alvin would whisper deviously, before shoving another finger in. He gasped out of pleasure, almost shooting his load out the railings. “And now, with the help of mom and dad… I get to play with it forever…”

Alvin chuckled victoriously as he tip-toed back into his brother’s room, ready for another night of pleasuring his new perfect body in front of the mirrors.

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Wishful Plea

Part 1 (Here's the Prelude)

"Simon!!! Simon!!! Wake up! You're gonna miss your first class." I heard someone shout as I slowly opened my eyes.

I look around my room and there's no one around. I rub my eyes as I catch a glace on my clock. It's already 7 am and my class is at 7:30. I start to panic as I fetch all of my stuff and put them in my bag. After showering for a minute, I dress and look at the clock indicating that it's 7:15. I sigh as I know that I'm never going to make it in time. The campus is at least a mile away and I need to walk around since I don't own a vehicle.

"Is that why you're sad? Don't worry. After you spend your time yesterday meditating, I'm sure you're now ready for the next step." Tyler says in my mind as I recall how difficult it was to control my ability to be able to focus on one specific target.

"Are you sure? I don't feel good using it for a random stranger. I know that I agreed to follow your steps but I'm really uncomfortable doing it. What if I accidentally chose some maniac out there? I can only imagine the thoughts running in their heads." I reply with a defeated tone.

"And that's why you meditated, right? To establish a barrier inside your mind so that you won't be affected by your target's thoughts. Just give it a try. Just like we practiced." Tyler cheers me as I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

"Now, slowly focus on someone who thinks about going to their car. Good, now focus on identifying that person and searching their memories. Great! His name is Adam and he's a professor at your university. Cool! Now slowly put a thought inside his mind that he needs to stop by your dorm and pick you up since he's been doing that for a year now." Tyler says as he guides me in establishing my link.

"Wait, wouldn't that be a problem? First, he's my professor in History. Second, he's mean and treats us students like scum. I don't think his mind can accept that thought." I argue as I hear Tyler chuckling.

"Trust me, you'll be amazed how quickly a human mind can create false memories using a simple suggestion. Even someone without any power could do it with the proper training. What we're doing is just bypassing other steps and going directly to make the subject believe the suggestion. Since he doesn't know what you can do, Adam's mind will rationalize that the thoughts you're putting in his mind are his own and fabricate false memories accordingly. Give it a try, Simon. Your time is running out." Tyler states as I notice that it's already 7:20.

I start walking out of my dorm while focusing on putting thoughts inside Adam's mind. Maybe I should still refer to him as Mr. Fares since he's still my professor. As I was about to open the front door of my dorm, I felt Adam taking a quick detour to my area while thinking that he needs to pick me up. I then see the fabricated memory that his mind created.

A year ago, he saw me running down the streets while it was raining. He took pity on me and let me into his car. We didn't talk at first but it became our morning routine where he will pick me up at around 7:20 in the morning and will wait for my last class to finish to drive me home. We'd become close friends then as we discovered that we both have terrible parents and we both love learning history. As I feel his memories cementing themselves inside his mind, I hear his horn in front of me. I am stunned by how handsome Mr. Fares looks as he stares at me, waiting inside his car.

"You're gonna be late if you don't hurry up, Simon." he shouts as I start hearing giggling girls behind me.

I hurriedly walked toward Mr. Fares's car and tries to get into the back seat. I try to pull the door open but it won't budge.

"Simon, what are you doing? Get in here. We're gonna be late." Mr. Fares as he opens the door to the passenger seat.

I blush as I slowly walk to the passenger seat and enter the car. I hear those girls whispering to each other about how lucky I was that I got to have Mr. Fares drive me to school every day and how they wished it was them. It slightly bothers me since I also changed Adam's mind and not theirs. I tried reaching out to Tyler but he's not responding.

Hey Simon, are you okay? You look like you're going to have a fever." Mr. Fares says as he places his hand on my forehead.

I blush as his perfume fills the car and his big, bulging biceps hang in front of me. I feel my dick tenting inside my pants as I move my bag over my lap to hide my now-raging boner.

"I'm fine, Mr. Fares. Thank you for your concern." I mumble as Mr. Fares looks at me with bewilderment.

"Mr. Fares? You that we're still outside the classroom. You can call me Adam. Are you really sure that you're okay? Your face is red and your body is shivering." Mr. Fares says as he goes back to his seat while still looking suspicious of me.

I don't know what to do. I can't just tell him that my face is red because he smells so good and that I'm shivering because I'm trying to hide the boner from him, touching my forehead.

"Okay, you know what? I'm going to call the school to inform them that you won't be able to attend your classes today and also that I'm going to be late for my first class. We're going to the hospital." Mr. Fares says as he starts driving the car and making a phone call.

I was about to panic when I heard Tyler shouting in my head.

"Simon! Simon! Can you hear me? Simon!" Tyler screams as I focus on his call and respond.

"Tyler! What happened? I lost you for a second." I reply as Adam starts talking on his phone.

"Simon, it seems that you're really more powerful than we thought. When you try to put those thoughts into Adam's mind, your own mind cannot comprehend the absurdity of that so unconsciously, you manipulated everyone around you and Adam to think that your morning routine is normal. I can even remember seeing you and Mr. Fares drive to school together every morning. Some students even think that you and Mr. Fares are dating secretly." Tyler states as I at Mr. Fares with a surprised look.

"What happened, Simon? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Mr. Fares, I mean Adam asks me with sincere concern in his voice.

I want to give him a reply but my mind is now running with thoughts of Mr. Fares as my secret boyfriend. Come to think of it, I never saw him with women and he constantly shames those students who try to earn his favor by seducing him in front of the class. I stare into Adam's eyes as the thought of him becoming my boyfriend loops itself in my mind. And then, I hear something click as Mr. Fares stops the car, unbuckles his seat belt, plants a tender kiss on my lips, and caresses my face with his sturdy hands.

For a moment, everything stops. I can't hear anything other than our lips clashing against each other as I feel Adam's tongue forcing its way inside me. His hands gently pat my cheeks as one is hands crawl to the back of my head. I reach out my hands and touch his big, muscular pecs. I never kissed someone before but I can tell that Adam is definitely kissing me passionately. Like those kissing scenes that I saw in a movie where the couple was finally reunited after the war. My hands wander down his abs as I felt his sculpted stomach, heaving from our kiss. When my hands reach his groin, he slowly pulls away and looks at me with such lustful eyes.

"I would love to continue whatever you have in mind later but right now, I need you to think about your health. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. You know that, right?" Adam says as he brushes his hand gently on my face.

I rest my face on his hand as I close my eyes. The memories of us hanging out after class rushes into my mind. After 6 months of driving me to school every day, Adam decided to invite me over to his house for dinner. There, he confessed how much he loves me and that he doesn't care if the university terminates him for it. Fortunately, the school board allowed him to stay since they knew him well enough to know that he was not the kind of man who mixes his personal life with his work and follows university policies to the tee. The only downside was that he can never be my professor but that's okay with us.

I open my eyes and stare into my now-boyfriend as I beam a smile at him.

"I'm really fine. I just need to rest, that's all. I didn't get enough sleep last night so I think it's the way my body tells me to rest." I reply as he smiles back at me.

"Ok, you can rest in my house in the meantime. My last class is around 6 pm so wait for me. I'll be cooking a special get-better meal for you." Adam finally calms down as he caresses my neck while still looking into my eyes.

"I'm just worried that I might lose you if I don't take care of you. I don't know if I can handle that if it happens." He adds as his hand glides down my arm and into my hand. He kisses it and starts driving off to his house.

I close my eyes as I start hearing Tyler again.

"Simon, that's amazing! Even I can't manage to do mental manipulation as massive as you did. How are you feeling?" Tyler asks excitedly.

"I don't know what happened, Tyler. At first, I wasn't able to grasp any control over what was happening but when Adam kissed me, somehow I knew that everything would be all right. I feel so drained right now. I think I will rest for a while." I reply as Tyler continues to laugh.

"You better. That stunt you pulled would probably kill me. I can only imagine how mentally exhausted you are right now. I will let you have your beauty rest in your boyfriend's house now." Tyler bids his goodbye with a snickering tone.

I feel the car stops as Adam tries to shake me a bit. I would open my eyes but the exhaustion started affecting my body. After a while, I felt the door beside me open and strong arms wrapping around my body as I was lifted inside of a warm place. I was then wrapped in a blanket as I felt someone kiss my forehead. My mind then drifts off as I start falling asleep.

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The Voice of the World

Part 4 (Here's Part 3)

Photo submitted by @cutestabber

Alex begins mopping the floor of their apartment after cleaning up the dishes left by his roommate, Darren. Alex just assumed that Darren already left for his morning workout since there was the used blender jar left in the sink. They've been living together ever since college as roommates and when they graduated, Darren asked Alex if they could share Alex's apartment since he's unemployed and still figuring out what to do. Alex works as a medical engineer as part of the Research and Development department of their multi-billion medical device company. Having a job like this is a dream come true for Alex and it pays generously as well. He was able to afford to buy an apartment near his company and pay for his Doctorate. When Darren reached out to him, he immediately agreed and was happy to share his apartment with his college roommate again.

Alex had always treated Darren special since he was the only straight friend that he had in college. Most of his straight male classmates avoided him like a plague, thinking that his homosexuality will be rubbed off them if they hang out with him, but Darren was different. Darren always asks Alex for help whenever he's struggling with his studies. Alex never understood why Darren took Business Administration as his major if he was bad at math but was happy to help either way. Alex knew from the very beginning that he loves Darren but he didn't want to ruin their friendship by confessing his feelings since Darren is busy fucking around with every girl at the university. He learned to keep his feelings down and treats Darren like a brother that he never had. So when Darren called him that night, saying that he was looking for a place to crash in since he got fired from his modeling gig, Alex was only ecstatic to welcome him.

Alex doesn't mind paying the bills since he understands that Darren isn't able to support himself and Alex's job pays more than he needs anyways. He even pays for Darren's gym membership which Alex sees as a good investment in Darren's career as a model. He even introduces Darren to his friends who work in the industry to allow his friend to be known. Though when Alex refers Darren to modeling gigs, Darren would decline to say that he's not comfortable when a gay guy takes his pics. Darren would follow up by saying that only Alex is the gay guy that he knows that he doesn't feel uncomfortable with. Alex appreciated it and continued to provide for Darren's needs for almost a year now. As Alex continues to mop the floor from Darren's shoe stains, Darren opens the door.

"Hey man! Isn't today supposed to be your rest day?" Darren asks as he looks at Alex's sweaty face.

"Yeah, it is. I just figured that I can clean up the place, you know?" Alex says in a cheerful tone.

"Do you have plans for tonight? You know, young adults like us should go out there and mingle with others. Maybe tonight will be your lucky night." Darren teases Alex for being a 27-year-old virgin.

"I don't know. I don't think someone would be interested in me. I think I'll just tinker with my latest project in my room tonight." Alex frowns as he continues to mop.

"C'mon man. You never go out or meet new friends. I would hang out with you if I can but you know I don't swing that way, right? Besides, you should hang out with people whose interests are the same as you." Darren says as he walks past Alex and sits on the swivel swivel chair.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll go later. Are you going to be okay here for the night? Do you want me to prepare dinner before I leave?" Alex asks.

"Don't worry about me. I'm a big boy. I can handle myself. You should finish mopping the floor and prepare your look for the night." Darren says as he starts Alex's Xbox.

Alex finishes up his chores and goes to his room to check on his device before going out. He's currently developing a subdermal chip that when implanted on the person's nape, can monitor the person's hormone levels and help stabilize their hormones by sending signals to the organ responsible for that specific hormone production. His design amazed everyone in his department and was granted permission to work in his apartment using the company's resources. Alex believes that his device will help everyone suffering from hormonal imbalance and enable them to enjoy their lives unaffected by this condition. Alex loads up his program and starts uploading them to his prototype before hitting the showers.

When the clock strikes 6 pm, Alex decides to take his leave and try to socialize with people in a bar nearby. He goes out of his room and knocks on Darren's door 3 times before opening it. He sees a shirtless Darren flexing in front of his laptop, seemingly talking to someone on the other line. Darren looks up at him surprised.

"Hey man! You're leaving?" Darren asks as he looks at Alex with his hand still behind his back.

"Yeah, I'll be going now. Lock the door before you sleep. I have my keys with me." Alex says as he closes the door and proceeds to go to the bar.

Alex orders a gin and tonic as he sits at the bar and listens to the music. He never understands how other people can do this kind of thing for the sake of having fun. He never enjoyed drinking as he gets somber when drunk. Back in college, he sometimes finds himself sitting on the floor as he talks about his perspective on nihilism as his drunk audience develops their existential crisis. After that party, everyone agrees that Alex shouldn't be invited to any party since he's a bummer. In time, everyone just ignored him and excluded him whenever there was an event. Alex is a cheerful and loving person normally but for some reason, he becomes this dark, almost suicidal person who takes the fun out of everything he sees.

After spending some time drinking alone in the bar, Alex decides to leave early and just work on his project just as he originally planned to. Once he arrived at his apartment, he was surprised that Darren is nowhere to be found. He knocked on his door but Darren didn't respond so Alex assumed that his roommate might be asleep. He locks himself in his room and puts on a headset to play his playlist while testing out his prototype. Alex starts running simulations to see how his device would respond to certain hormone fluctuations. Time passes by as Alex zones in on his project when a loud thud calls his attention. He removes his headset and hears something rummaging in his living room. Darren is already asleep and he's not the type to make a ruckus like that even if he's messy. Alex assumes that they're being robbed and proceeds to fetch a tranq gun he's been hiding in his closet. He slowly opens his door and sees a woman standing on his sofa. He decides to apprehend the intruder but is interrupted when he hears Darren's voice.

"Damn, I never knew you're fine as hell. Your Tinder profile picture is really an understatement." Alex hears Darren's deep baritone voice speaking seductively.

"Hmm, I don't want to oversell myself unlike you, 9-inchmonstrosity." The woman replies.

"Ow baby, stating a fact is not overselling." Darren flirts back.

"I guess I would like to find out if that's true." The woman replies as she comes down from the sofa and kneels.

"You're not kidding when you say that this is a monstrosity." The woman exclaims.

"Take only what you can take, babe. I'll be gentle with you." Darren responds.

"Won't your boyfriend catch us?" The woman asks.

"First, just my roommate, not a fag. Second, he's out for the night hunting dicks. Guy's been a virgin all his life and is looking for some action." Darren says.

"Oh? Doesn't living here for free entitles him to a free blowjob every now and then?" The woman jokes.

"Gross. I would never let that faggot near my dick. I won't mind him looking but the moment he comes near my dick, I would beat the shit out of him." Darren explains.

"Wouldn't that be a problem given your current living arrangement?" The woman asks.

"I got him on the hooks. He'll believe everything that I say in a heartbeat. Dude's been whipped with me ever since college." Darren explains.

"Hot." The woman says as he leans down and kisses Darren.

"I just stay here since everything's free but once I secured a stable modeling job, I'm out of here. Just being near that faggot makes me sick but I can't decline the freebies." Darren continues as they start making out.

Alex grips his mouth as he covers it with his hand to avoid making a noise. Tears start flowing down his eyes as Darren's words obliterate his heart like a railgun. Even as he tried repressing his feelings all these years, hearing those words coming out of Darren's mouth pains Alex like he never felt before. He slowly closes his door and walks back to his seat, trying to continue his work but unable to stop his tears from falling. He carefully puts his tranq gun down on his desk while his hand shakes violently. Alex couldn't believe that Darren said those words about him. He treated him like a brother and even repressed his feelings because he respects Darren's sexuality and doesn't want to end their friendship. He closes his eyes and proceeds to cry silently, careful not to make a noise. He felt so stupid and naive for thinking that Darren was actually his friend all this time.

Alex starts recalling every memory they had together and finally sees it without the rose-colored lens. He remembers how Darren confessed to him that he still wants to be friends with Alex but he doesn't want to hang out in public since his friends won't like the idea of Darren hanging out with someone like Alex. He remembers how those favors with his assignments are just an excuse for Darren to have him do Darren's homework while he parties every night. Alex remembers how Darren coincidentally bumps into him in a coffee shop near his office to catch up and starts narrating about how hard it was to be in the modeling industry. Alex now sees the reality that Darren has been treating him like shit ever since they met but he didn't notice it because he's in love with him. Alex grips his chest and cries even more as the truth finally reveals itself to him. That Darren is nothing more than a scumbag that has taken advantage of him from the moment that they met.

Alex looks at his tranq gun and thinks about opening his door and shooting Darren and his slut. His gun has enough bullets to render the two of them unconscious for how long Alex needs them to be. He stands up and holds his gun as he contemplates his next step when he hears Darren's door opening followed by footsteps walking inside the room. Alex presses his ears on the wall and hears both Darren and his slut moaning from pleasure. Alex tries his best but is unable to stop his tears from streaming down once again. He slowly walks to his bed and hugs his body pillow, crying from the frustration of hearing Darren having the night of his life through the walls. Alex wants to rage and shout but he knows that doing so will result in nothing. He needs to accept the fact that people like Darren will continue to trample on his feelings just because he's an easy target. A sad gay guy who can't even confess his true feelings to anyone and avoid confrontation to preserve whatever relationship he has left.

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"Why does it hurt you so much?"

"I don't know. I never felt like this before. I thought he was my friend."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I don't know. I want him to feel my pain but I don't know how. Even if I hurt Darren, I could never be friends with him again. Knowing that he only uses me for his convenience, I would want him to know how it felt to be exploited and to be used."

"That's easy. Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Not just that. I want everyone who takes advantage of people's feelings for them to know what it feels like. I want them to know that there's a consequence for their actions."

"Hmm, that can be tricky. You see, granting that kind of wish can lead to me turning you into an omnipresent and omnipotent being, which the universe will not tolerate. However, if you'll be the one judging the situation and reprimanding those you deem guilty, that would be fine. I just need to give you the tool to do so."

"I'm working on a hormone-detecting chip. Will that help?"

"Hmm, I can give you the schematics to improve your device to fulfill your desired outcome. You can just manufacture additional receivers if you need more. I also need to modify your mental faculties to be able to handle controlling millions of human minds. That way, you can choose the subject of your judgment and control them however you want."

"That would be wonderful. Thanks for the idea. Though this is just a dream, I'm happy to know that there is a higher power watching over us."

"Dreams are the only place where I can interact with humans. If I appear in front of you in the waking world, your mind won't be able to comprehend my form. Except for you now since I enhanced your mental capability. I hope we can meet each other sometime."

"You mean you're not part of my dream? Are you for real?" Are you really going to grant my wish?"

"Oh mortal, reality is just a construct that I can bend at will. Your lifetime is just a speck compared to my existence. I just find it entertaining to establish a connection with some of you if I get bored. For some lucky few, like you, I made their dreams come true."

"Are you a god?"

"I am far from what you call a god. I am beyond that. But for now, you need to wake up. Learning more about me will cause some irreparable damage to your consciousness. All of your questions will be answered when you wake up. For now, have everything that your heart desires. Show me the strength of your soul and make me believe that not all mortals are worthless."

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The light shines through my window as I slowly open my eyes. I can still feel the crusted tears on my face as I stretch my arms and yawn. As soon as I rub my eyes, memories of my dream start flowing into my mind like a detailed PowerPoint presentation. It shows me the schematics for the tool that he mentioned to me as well as the controller for it. I immediately hop out of my bed and start working on the device. My stomach rumbles and my headaches but I resolve to myself that I will not stop until I'm done. Hours have passed and I continue doing what I need to do. I was able to complete the controller and around 10 receivers before deciding to take a break. I look outside my window and it seems that the day has passed by without me noticing. I picked up the auto-injectible device and placed the exit point to my right temple. I click the injector and the controller immediately invades my brain and connects with my mind.

Inside my eyes, an AR interface displays any nearby receivers available within a hundred-mile radius. It will connect my consciousness to a chosen receiver and seamlessly integrate my thoughts into the subject. He or she will think like it was his or her thoughts without any knowledge of external forces directing their actions or thinking. This will be my judgment for those who toy with human emotion and take advantage of human vulnerability. I tap on my right temple and the receivers immediately start hovering above my desk. I'm amazed by the feeling of making an object move with my mind but I know for a fact that it can do more than that. I press my ear on the wall between mine and Darren's room. It seems like he's not there.

I stand up and walk outside my room as my stomach starts rumbling from hunger. I walk toward the kitchen and start searching for something to eat. The sink is full of dishes and the counter is full of stains. I order the receivers to go back to my pocket as I decide to clean up the mess. After I'm done, I grab a bowl of cereal and go to the living room to wait for Darren. Surprisingly, he's sitting down on the balcony as he smokes his vape and listens to his phone with his earphones. It seems like he noticed me when I turned the TV on and immediately removed his earphone.

"Hey man! How was yesterday? I never heard you come in. Did you got lucky?" Darren asks as he smirks at me.

"Actually, I came home earlier than you. I heard everything, Darren." I said to him with a stoic face.

"Oh, yeah, I invited this girl over since I can't leave the house." He says as he tries to look away from me.

"Yeah, I bet you two had fun talking shit about me, huh? I guess my freebies are just too tempting for you to force yourself not to puke every time you're with me." I said as I take a spoonful of cereal without taking my eyes off him.

"Look, Alex. That's not what I meant. It's just difficult for me to accept the fact that I still can't support myself at my age. You're my friend, you being a fairy doesn't change that." Darren replies.

"Oh, I see. I should feel sorry for you now, isn't it? I should feel sorry for the asshole who thinks he got me whipped ever since college, right? I should believe everything that you say because you got me hooked, right?" I said with a sarcastic tone.

Darren is stumped by what I said that he tries to speak for a couple of times but is unable to respond.

"Oh what now, too sickened by my homosexuality that you can't speak? You know what, since you mentioned moving out, why not do it now? Pack your things and go. If you're not gone in the morning, suffer the consequences." Alex says as he still wants to give Darren a chance to own his mistakes and part with him now.

"I don't have time for this. Talk to me when you're not acting crazy." Darren scoffs as he walks into his room avoiding my eyes.

"You know, Darren, I really thought that you were a good man. Until now, I actually hoped that you'll be able to get your act together and land a respectful acting career. Now I realized that you'll never get your shit together because you never planned to do so. You're like a parasite that will always rely on others to survive. I just hope that whomever you'll attach yourself next time will be able to tolerate you long enough." I said as he stopped in his tracks, clearly pissed by what I'd said.

"Fuck you, Alex. If it wasn't for me, your guts would have painted the school grounds when we were sophomores. You never know how much the others teased me just because I was hanging out with a faggot like you. I'm the only one keeping your bullies from beating you up. You should be grateful that I stuck with you." Darren shouts as he pushes me from my seat.

"Of course, you will stop them, I'm the one who does your homework and projects! I even learned about international trade laws just to write your thesis! You have no idea how much I did for you just so you can graduate." I shout back.

"I never asked for your help, Faggot! You're the one who wants to do all those things because you think you have a shot with me." Darren laughs.

"OMG, how conceited you are! You never stopped bitching about how busy you are and have no time for your homework. You would even knock on my door at 2 a.m. because the deadline is due. You're a fucking baby inside of a man's body." I say.

"Uh-huh, do you think I didn't notice how you stared at my body? Bro, you're fucking drooling! My friends always joked about how you will crawl on top of me in my sleep because you're a fucking virgin pervert. You know what, fuck this. I would gladly move out of this apartment rather than stay here and be gawked at every fucking day." Darren says as he slams the door to his room.

I sigh as I felt a little relieved that I don't have to use my device on Darren. I just hope that I'll never see him again after this. I don't know if I can stop myself from exacting my vengeance on him if that happened. I went back to my room and decided to wait until tomorrow if Darren will move out. I tap my right temple and instruct the receivers to go back to my desk. I closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep.

A loud thumping sound woke me up and I felt my room being shaken by the loud music. I rush out of my room only to find Darren with his slut, dancing in the living room in their underwear, reeking of alcohol and weeds. I ran to the speakers and pulled the plug which definitely caught their attention.

"What the fuck? That song was awesome!" The slut shouts.

I roll my eyes and ignore her before looking at Darren who's walking up to me with a drunken look.

"You what? I've decided that I'll be staying here, for good. I don't care if you own this house and I don't care if you want me out. From now on, you have to make me." Darren said to me as he pushes me aside and plugs the speaker back on.

Both of them continue dancing, ignoring me like I wasn't in the room. By now, my fuse finally snaps as I angrily tap my right temple. Immediately, the receivers flew out of my room and gather above my head. I instruct one of them to fly to the slut and inject itself into the back of her neck. The slut reacts by screaming in pain and rubbing her nape. Within just a second, her interface appears in front of me. I take over her mind and make her pee and shit herself before gathering her clothes and bolting out of the apartment. Darren just stands there, confused and surprised at what he just witnessed. I stand up and unplug the speaker once again, which makes Darren look at me with anger and proceed to choke me with his right hand.

"You think you can stand up to me? Me?! I'll show you your place, faggot." Darren shouts at me as I tap my right temple again and instruct one of the receivers to plug itself in his exposed nape.

Darren shouts from the pain as he lets go of his grip on my neck and kneels in front of me. I immediately take control of his interface and make him look directly into my eyes while he remains kneeling.

"I gave you a chance to go away but you're just too stupid and conceited that you didn't think I have the means to put you down. For the record, it's your choice to continue living here, not mine. I hope you will enjoy the consequences of your choice." I said to him as I rub my neck.

"What the hell? What have you done to me?" Darren asks.

"I control you now, Darren. From every nerve running inside your body to every organ that keeps you alive." I said to him as I kneel down to meet his eyes on the same level.

"Fuck you! I will get out of this. And once I do, I'll make sure you'll never walk again." Darren threatens as he tries his best to move his body but is unable to do so.

"Let's see how that will go. Now, I want you to experience what it feels like to be used. How it feels to be so vulnerable and helpless in the face of your tormentor. How it feels to be taken advantage of for your weakness and be exploited by your close friend. For me to do that, I need to create some modifications here." I say as I tap his forehead.

"I want to watch as your body acts in service of me while your mind is trapped inside it. I'll make you wish that you should have moved out when I told you to." I continue as I watch the horror on Darren's face, realizing that he can't stop whatever is about to happen.

I tap his interface and start working on the modifications. I watch his eyes as it slowly loses their focus and becomes two lifeless orbs. My eyes started tearing up as I knew that deep in my heart, I wished that we could resolve our differences. That he will apologize to me and ask if we could start over. That someday, he will fall in love with me the same way that I fell for him. But those are just hopeful thinking. Reality is much more cruel and unbearable when you think like that. With this tool in my hand, I will try to make this reality a little better and more understandable.

---------------------------------------------------

I hold Darren's hand as we walk to the elevator and hit the button to the 21st floor. As soon as the door closes, Darren reaches for my face and plants a gentle kiss on my lips.

"Thanks for showing up at my show, Babe. I know you're busy and I appreciate you taking the time to support me." Darren says as he looks into my eyes with adoration.

"Of course, Babe. You know that I'll always be here for you." I reply he kisses my lips once more before the elevator door opens.

We walk back to our apartment and I watch his bubble butt bounce as he walks. He opens the door and pulls me to his chest for a kiss. As soon as I close the door, Darren's face becomes blank and he starts stripping out of his clothes. He looks at me as he waits for my instructions before he can move on his own.

"Hmmm, you did a great job at the fashion show today, Darren. I guess I could give you 1 minute to surface." I said as I tapped his interface, letting the real Darren take control.

He immediately looks at me with a horrified face as he stumbles back on the floor and starts crying like a child.

"Please, Alex, please! I beg you! Let me go!! I don't want to be a faggot!" Darren shouts as I smirk.

"Oh? But you said that you like how my dick stretched out your hole yesterday? I thought you might want to be fucked again since you're so horny on our drive back." I tease him.

"You made me do it! You made me act like a faggot! I don't want it! I fucking hate you!" Darren shouts as he continues to cry.

"You fucking hate me? Good, I want you to. I want to see how you suffer inside your mind as your body enjoys every single thing that I do. I can make you believe that you're gay your whole life but where's the justice in that? I want you to be disgusted by how you enjoy doing the things you despise. My my, how time does fly. I guess it's time for you to be a dog now." I say as Darren's face becomes filled with disgust and repulsion.

"Please, not the dog! Not the do-!" He shouts as I immediately activate his dog mode.

His body flops on the floor face down, like a puppet cut off from its strings. He then starts shaking his ass as his arms and legs start twitching before he stands on all fours and looks up at me with his tongue out. Darren starts panting like a dog while a bright smile is plastered on his face. I snapped my finger and told him to sit which he immediately obeyed. I rub his hair as I praise him for being a good boy.

"Come here, Darren. Sit on my lap." I said as I sat on the couch with Darren jumping on my lap and curling his huge frame to rest his head on my legs.

I open the TV and watch the news while I stroke Darren's hair. His phone rings so I reach into his pants and fetch his phone from his pocket. I looked at the number and saw that it was not registered. I asked Darren if he recognized the number but he just barked at me. I laugh as I sometimes forget that his brain automatically turns into a dog once dog mode is activated.

"Hello?" I ask as I rub Darren's abs which causes him to jerk his leg and have an erection.

"Darren?" The man on the other asks.

"No, this is his boyfriend. Who are you?" I ask.

"Wait, Darren's gay now?"

"Who's this?" I annoyingly ask.

"I'm Joey, his brother. Can I speak with my little bro?" The man demands.

I pass the phone to Darren, who's still in his dog mode, and let him talk to his brother. I laugh as he barks in response to his brother's voice, making his brother a little confused. I tapped on Darren's interface and took control of his mind as I put the phone on speaker.

"Bro, are you fucking serious? I need to talk to you." Joey says.

"Just messing you, man. What's up?" I reply using Darren.

"I'm not joking, dipshit! I need to tell you something important. You barking like a fucking dog doesn't help." Joey explains.

"My bad. So what's up?"

"Well, I think since you have a boyfriend now, I can finally say it. Remember, Dave, my best friend in college? He's getting married in Singapore and he wants me to be his best man. I accepted his invitation and I thought that it might also be the perfect time for me to propose to Robert. I need you to come with me to Singapore and help me with my proposal." Joey says.

"Anything for my big bro. When do you want to do it?"

"A week before the wedding. I really appreciate it, Darren. After I came out, you just stopped talking to me so I never expected that you'll agree. Thank you so much, lil bro." Joey says as his voice cracks a little.

"No worries. I'll be there. I'll buy my own ticket as well. Do you mind if I bring, Alex? He's my boyfriend and I want you to meet him."

"Of course! I'll be happy to meet him. Take care, Darren. I love you, brother."

"Love you too, brother." I said as the call ended.

Darren goes back into his dog mode as I think about Joey's call. Maybe he's the reason why Darren hates gay people so much. I guess I'll be fixing their relationship as brothers. And I'll be going to Singapore. Fun.

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Merging With Uncle

For @mergeatrois​

Had a idea where a friend wants to hook up with his other friend who he knows is on Grindr, so he seeks out his own hot straight uncle. He merges into/possesses his muscle bear uncle and takes his life. Then he hits up the friend on Grindr and fucks him while also developing a relationship that he can get now as a stud

“Hey! Wait a minute! Aren’t you Fred’s uncle? I-I had no idea… Is this a prank? Wait… he set you up to this didn’t he?” Gary said, surprised to see his best friend’s hot uncle invite him in. The Grindr pictures had been a little bit blurry so he hadn’t realized the familiar face his friend Fred had shown him countless of times before.

“Yup. In the flesh. And no, this isn’t a prank.” Fred’s uncle said with his low gruff voice and an amused grin on his bearded face. He couldn’t help but give his own scruffy beard a scratch. “Now, why don’t you come in? It pouring out here.”

“Uhu.” Gary answered before stepping into the older man’s apartment. There were candles, clothes and antique-looking books scattered everywhere, and Gary couldn’t help but notice the smell of some kind of exotic incense in the air. Gary followed the other man into the living room where they sat down.

“So…” Gary said awkwardly as they sat there in silence and stared at each other. “I just gotta know… You’re super hot and all, and so totally my type… but my friend always said you were like super straight… So straight that-”

“…I would bring women home with me every night and even support Straight Pride.” Fred’s uncle finished Gary’s nervous banter. He still had a shit-eating grin on his matured face.

“Yeah, exactly… Wait. How’d you know that? Don’t tell me…” he suddenly got chills on his back as he imagine the worst. “What did you do with my friend?! I-I’ll call the cops!”

“Calm down my boy! He’s fine… everything’s fine… Just listen to me.” The older man grabbed hold of the frantic boy and held his hands until he finally calmed down. Then he began his explanation. “You see Gary, Fred no longer exist-” the uncle proclaimed, causing the boy to once again try to pull away, but the stronger man held him firmly and kept talking. “Because he’s in here now.” he released the grip on one of the hands to tap at his own forehead.

“What…?” Gary said, staring at the crazy yet still sexy man in front of him. However, he didn’t try to flee anymore. He was more intrigued than scared by now.

“It all happened three days ago, on the morning before we began chatting. My nephew Fred came here to help me out with something. He said it was a way to help me relax and relieve stress. He brought with him a bunch of cryptic-looking books, candles and incenses, and had me lay down on the bed. And as the scent of the exotic incenses filled the room I was such a deep sleep that I didn’t even realize he had taken off all our clothes. He caressed my muscles, sniffed my armpits and even sucked on my thick cock before oiling us both up. Then, after chanting a very specific mantra, he turned himself around and laid on top of me… And just like that his body sunk into mine and completely disappeared, merging us together into one being. Of course he decided to keep the best from both of us; his consciousness and sexuality, along with my body, personality, and identity. That’s why Fred no longer exist. To him he is now Ronald, his own sexy uncle. He always has been and he always will be from now on.” Ronald ended his explanation, once again back to caressing and playing around with his own bearded chin and still grinning like a dumb fool.

I-I… don’t know what to say to that…” Gary said dumbfounded to his date. He couldn’t believe his best friend had somehow found a way to merge himself with his own straight hot uncle… AND used his new identity to hook up with him! This wasn’t normal… was it?

“Oh, you don’t have to say anything. We came here to hook up and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. We can talk about where we’ll go from here afterwards…” Ronald said seductively as he climbed on top of his younger date with his underwear already slipped off. His hairy chest and thick muscles were enough to distract his former best friend turned lover long enough get his thick uncle rod lodged deep inside his lover’s warm hole. And soon enough, all the confusion and questions Gary had about the situation were washed away as his gaping hole was filled to the brim with his former friend turned uncle’s hot sticky seed…

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The wrong catch

Another fantastic story by @writer-ofstuff​, featuring Derek from Teen Wolf.

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Derek groaned as he came to. Rubbing his head as it ached. He remembers getting out of his car and then blacking out. He goes on the alert a few seconds later when he realizes that someone has taken him. Derek can see it in some sort of basement given the layout of the room and that makes him assume it must be the Argents. Given how they’ve been trying to hunt him down for weeks now. The man who steps out from the shadows however Derek doesn’t recognize as one of the Argents. Unless this bastard is a hired lackey they paid to capture Derek.

“Good, you’re awake.” The man says. He is dressed in a simple t-shirt with a jacket and jeans. He looks like he is around his mid thirties, his brown hair was trimmed short in a typical military fashion. Derek didn’t say a word, realizing he’s been handcuffed which he could easily break free of. He needs to wait though to see just who this guy is and why he has taken Derek.

“I’m surprised it was easy to capture such a dangerous criminal such as yourself. You’ve evaded the police fkr a good while only to just show yourself out in public like you did.”

“I wish I was on duty when I spotted you, that being the reason why I had to take you like I did.” The guy says.

“So, you’re a cop then?” Derek asks. ‘Good, he isn’t a hunter then.’ Derek thought. It also explains the man’s clean cut boring look that most law enforcement seem to wear.

“Officer Daniels. The man who brought in the top suspect of a mass murder spree Derek Hale.” Daniels sounds smug as he speaks.

Derek can’t help but let out a small laugh as he looks at Daniels with a smirk.

“It seems you’re out of the loop officers. I was cleared of those charges when they found the real murder.” Derek says and enjoys the look on Daniels face when he tells him. 

“You’re lying.” Daniels says. He turns his back to Derek and sees him on his phone. No doubt checking to make sure Derek was telling the truth.

“Fuck!” He hears the older man say, and Derek laughs.

“Seems you put yourself in an interesting position, officer. You thought you captured a criminal when you just kidnapped an innocent man. I’m guessing you wanted credit for bringing a dangerous criminal in for what, brownie points for a promotion? Surely when I get out of here and report you for what you did you’ll be lucky to keep your job.” Derek says. Taking pride in how the older man glares angrily at him.

For a few moments Daniels just stands there visibly seething in anger. Nomdoubt he is thinking how he didn’t boost his career but ruined it for what he did in taking Derek. 

“You may be innocent, but I can still use you to get ahead in my career. I just need to make you into a criminal is all.” Daniels says with a sinister grin.

“How so?” Derek asked. Baffled by what Daniels said.

“I told myself I would never use my family’s gift. I wanted to separate myself from that world,” he says with disdain. “But with desperate measures like this I can make an exception.” Daniels says.

Derek is confused by what the older man means. That is till he can sense the strong feeling of magic fill the room. Daniels eyes glow an inhuman orange and a bright aura emits from his hands. 

“Your.” Derek doesn’t get to finish what he is saying before Daniels’ magic envelops around him. Derek breaks the handcuffs and tries to make a run for it, but the magic is already flowing through him and makes him stagger on his feet. 

“What are you?” Derek growls, his eyes flicker from his normal hazel eye color to beta blue before his glowing blue eyes disappear as his werewolf side hismstripped away from him. Derek fills hollow from losing such an important part of himself, all because of this pathetic officer trying to use Derek to get ahead in his career. 

Rage bubbles within Derek and he turns to face the man who took a large part of who Derek was from him.

“You bastard, you fucking worthless pig!” Derek snarls. He clenches his head as it throbs and pounds sending small tremors of pain through him.

Moments tick by and Derek’s body burns from his muscles expanding in size. Hard earned muscles bulging in a matter of moments. It being as if Derek spends so much time hitting the gym to work and maintain such an impressive physique. 

“You think your tough shift huh? Cause you blindsided me the way you did and brought me here?” Derek goes on to say. His legs ached with newly formed muscle filling his legs out on top of his legs getting longer to make the former werewolf a few inches taller. 

Derek’s mind was in a haze from a mix of different thoughts and emotions filling his head that he didn’t know what to do in the moment but kept talking as if he did.

“You’re just a pathetic pig, a dull lackey and nothing more. You can’t bring me down, many have tried and every one of them failed.” Derek’s voice grew raspy and deeper in tone. His voice was foreign to his own ears but he didn’t show any sort of reaction to it. 

Derek’s hair trimmed shorter, becoming a simple buzzed over style while his stubble shaved away to leave just a dusting shadow of facial hair along his altering jawline. His jaw which took a more defined and chiseled look. His cheeks filled out, hismnose growing a little wider, his eyebrows trim down to not be as thick as they once were. 

Standing there now no one would ever have thought this scowling man was once Derek Hale. The man the former werewolf had became sneers at Daniels with a menacing look as handcuffs reappear around his wrists while his mind is flooded with a new persona.

His clothes rapidly changed on his new body. The old tattered rags that ripped and tore at the seams during his growth became something new to fit his new self.

Damon Harris stared at the officer with a cold calculated gaze. How foolish, he thought. It was humorous that that pathetic excuse for a man thought he could bring in a criminal mastermind like Damon in. Damon was not only good looking with an impressive body, but he was also a genius with a seductive charm which he shamelessly used to get out of being arrested.

By sleeping with the officers who tried to arrest him Damon often used it as blackmail to get the men to drop the charges and thus making him walk out a free man each time.

This buffoon would be no different, just another bitch for Damon to seduce and fuck till the weak man’s dick his dry of any cum. Damon puts on his signature charming look. Before he could even utter a single word to the officer however Damon feels suddenly drowsy. He stumbles on his feet, sputtering over his words before he falls to his knees and then falls to the ground fast asleep thanks to the sleep spell Daniels just casted on him.

“I no doubt made you into a more dangerous criminal than what you were excused for, so best to not take any chances with you till I get you to the station.” Daniels says to Damon’s sleeping form.

It was a paint in the ass to get the hulking man into his car, but he thinks how this, everything he did tonight will make it all worth it when he gets the promotion for bringing in one of their most sought after and elusive criminals.

“I’d say sorry for doing this, but that would be a lie.” Daniels says smugly while he lifts Damon’s sleeping body up and struggles to carry him up the stairs and out to his car. Once he has Damon in the back seat of his cruiser, Daniels takes a moment to collect himself. He is due to start his shift soon, he still needs to get dressed in his uniform so he quickly heads inside to do that.

He isn’t aware of his magic being absorbed by Damon. The void that was left from when Damon was Derek and a werewolf takes in the lingering magic from Daniels’ spells clung to the criminal. Giving him his own type of hidden power that would grow within him.

Damon wakes up when Daniels returns. The criminal thrashes in his handcuffs and demands to be set free, but Daniels ignores him and drives them to the station. He is already picturing the praise he will receive when he walks in with a handcuffed Damon.

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“You may bring me in but I won’t get charged. You can believe I will track you down once I’m out and make you sorry you every crossed paths with me.” Damon tells Daniels in a low threatening voice as he gets escorted into the police station.

“With what we have you charged with I doubt you get out from behind bars anytime soon.” Daniels laughed.

Damon clenches his jaw and sneers at the whispering officers who look at him. He won’t stand for this. He refuses to be taken down so easily by a chump you used cheap tricks to capture him. Damon was a criminal mastermind, a genius Adonis. He refuses to be carted off like some common criminal like this.

“Now sit here while I get started on your processing paperwork.” Daniels says smugly after he secures Damon in a holding cell.

“This isn’t over! You haven’t seen the last of me!” Damon calls out to Daniels retreating back. He curses and paces in his cell, thinking of how he can get out of this one. His interrupted by the door opening, he turns around and sees Sheriff Stilinski walk in. Damon rolls his eyes, the older man has been a thorn in his side for a while now and Damon is sure the Sheriff has come here to gloat about him finally being caught.

He notices how tired the older man looks, a mischievous idea forms in Damon’s head while he watches Stilinski approach his cell.

“I’d like to see how you weasel your way out of this one Damon.” Stilinski says.

“I’m sure you would, old man.” Damon says. Loving the way Stilinski bristles at that.

“You look tired Sheriff, working long shifts again? Surely the pristine Sheriff of our beloved town knows when not to push himself too much in his work. After all, you’re older now so you should be taking it easy.” Damon chuckles.

“Watch Damon, I’m not that old.” Stilinski says.

“Oh of course Sir.” Damon says in a low raspy voice. He starts working his charm on the older man, flashing him a smile and leans close to the bars as he speaks to Stilinski.

“You do so much work for this town and do you get any recognition, any reward?” He asked.

“It’s my job, I don’t need a reward for doing what is right.” Stilinski says.

“Yes, but surely with all you do you should get a reward.” Damon says. “If a small one.” He winks.

“Are you flirting with me?” Stilinski asked, taken aback.

“Depends Sheriff.” Damon purrs. “If you can handle a young stud like me.” He goes on to say and then rubs his impressive sized bulge. Stilinski’s eyes follow Damon’s movements and the criminal knows he has the Sheriff eating out of the palm of his hands now.

Men like Sheriff Stilinski who are overworked and tired are so much easier to seduce Damon’s learned.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish here Damon but I won’t be like those other officers you seduced and made lose their jobs.” Sheriff Stilinski says.

“This is different this time Sheriff. No one is around to see us. With you being in charge you can easily erase the security footage that shows us having a little fun.” Damon persuades.

“If it makes you feel better you won’t even have to let me out of the cell.” Damon added. The criminal then frees his fat cock from his pants. Gripping his palm around the base of his shaft. Damon’s eyes lock onto the older officer’s and he can see the turmoil Sheriff Stilinski is in from the look on his face as he mulls over what to do.

“Don’t keep me waiting Noah. Who knows if you’ll ever get another chance to have a taste of this.” Damon teases. He grins widely when Sheriff Stilinski hesitates and then gets on his knees. Damon gets closer to the bars and sticks his cock through the opening towards the Sheriff.

“Go on Noah, don’t keep me waiting.” Damon insists. With another moment of hesitation Noah leans forward and tentatively takes Damon’s cock into his mouth.

“See? Not so hard was it?” Damon asked. He gently thrusts his hips forward into Noah’s mouth, pushing his dick further into the older man’s mouth. His hands stick out through the bars and cradles Noah’s head in his hands. Rubbing the older man’s head soothingly while Noah continues to suck him off.

Damon would tease the older officer for being such a good cock slut, only he feels a strange sensation coming over him. He remains silent, a frown on his face while his body starts to get itchy. Damon doesn’t know the residual magic from Daniels’ spells is flowing through him and into Noah now. The magic making the two men become intertwined with each other filling their heads with a false reality of the two of them together.

Fueling Noah’s loneliness while also granting Damon’s desire to be free from his incoming imprisonment. Thus triggering Damon to undergo a second transformation. This one happens more rapidly than the first, making Damon fall into a dazed trance state so he doesn’t even get to react to his metamorphosis into a new man.

Damon’s hair starts to cascade down from his head as the Criminal begins to lose his hair. His hairline thinning out while more of his dark colored hair recedes into his scalp till he is left bald.

Damon’s hard earned physique loses some definition and tone so he isn’t as muscular anymore but still remains in good shape. Dark bristles of body hair sprout and grow along his torso, stopping just along his abdomen. Damon groans, his eyes glazed over, he thrusts his hips forward. His body moving on it sown to fuck Noah’s mouth to plunge his cock deeper into the Sheriff’s mouth. Damon can feel how full his balls are, desperate to release his thick load.

Damon’s handsome face matures while it shifts into the face of an older man with rugged looks. Damon’s dusting of stubble thickening into a fuller beard. His clothing rapidly alters on him to match the similar beige uniform as Noah Stilinski wears.

Damon no longer recalls his life as a criminal mastermind. Instead his head is full of new memories of being an upstanding officer of the law. Damon’s own name is fleeting from his mind. His new persona taking root to complete his transformation.

Officer Darren Stilinski’s eyes refocused as he awakened. An orange hue flashes over his eyes before that fades to his normal green color. Darren rubs his hand through his husband’s hair as the room shifts around them. Placing them in Noah’s office rather than the holding cell.

“After all these years together and you’re still the needy cockslut you were when we met at the academy.” Darren chuckles.

Noah looks up and is startled for a brief moment when he sees the new man, but his mind quickly catches up and he relaxes. Now he recalls this man as his partner, on the force and at home. Two wedding bands materialize on the two men’s fingers while Darren fucks Noah’s mouth with a few more thrusts before finally unloading his thick load of come into his lover’s mouth. He pulls out a little bit after that, letting Noah lick any left over come from his thick dick head before Darren fixes his pants.

“That was fun.” Noah says as he gets to his feet.

“Is it a surprise when you have such a stud for a husband?” Darren teases.

“You’re so full of yourself.” Noah chuckles.

“I know, it’s why you love me so much.” Darren grins and kisses Noah. His hands coming around to knead Noah’s ass. The two officers stand there in Noah’s office kissing when the door opens and Daniels walks in looking frazzled.

“Sir we have an issue. I brought in a dangerous criminal and now he.” Daniels trails off when he notices the other officer with the Sheriff. He freezes for a moment as realization hits him and he sputters over his words.

“Yes?” Noah asked.

“You were saying something son?” Darren adds.

“N-nothing, sorry to trouble you both.” Daniels settles on saying before he quickly leaves.

“That was odd.” Noah says and turns to Darren.

“We can worry about him later. Right now I believe we are still on break so why don’t we use it to have a little more fun.” Darren suggests, pulling Noah closer to him for another kiss. Before they can continue Noah’s phone buzzes, and with a heavy sigh the Sheriff answers it.

“Stiles is here to see you. Do I let him back?” The receptionist says.

“Yeah, send him back.” Noah answers and hangs up.

“Our son is here.” Noah says.

“Of course he is. I love him, but he has the worst timing.” Darren chuckles.

“Yeah, but at least we can continue this when we get home.” Noah says.

“Oh I intend to, and do a lot more to you.” Darren promises. He has a flash of forigen thoughts in his head for a brief moment. He recalls what feels like two separate sets of memories in his head, but before he could focus on what they mean he quickly forgets them. He then just feels affection for his husband and their son just as Stiles opens the door.

Stiles pauses when he sees his dad and another officer around his dad’s age holding hands and looking like they’re close to kissing. The scene throws Stiles off and the young man is baffled over what the hell he just walked in on before reality catches up to him.

He recalls the new officer as his dad. Remembering growing up with two fathers and how much he loves his dads.

“Jeez, can’t you two wait to get home to do this?” Stiles teases.

“So you can interrupt us there too?” Darren jokes, walking up and pulling his son in for a hug. Neither of them recalling who Darren was once before his transformations.

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The Program - The Interview

This is going to be one of my final stories here on Tumblr. I’ve mentioned before I may do some smaller stories here and there, but this is one of the two longer ones I had thought out for today as a sort of finale to my writing here. I hope you like it! A bit of a different approach to telling the story on this one. 

CAIN

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We were able to meet for a one on one interview with Detective Carson Hodges, one of the earliest beneficiaries of the services offered by what’s become known in certain circles as “The Program” for The Weekly Letter in this weekend’s feature article. 

He’s been with the Glenbrook Police Department for nearly a decade now, but prior to that, he’d been a highly decorated officer for the Milwaukee Police Department for 23 years before his previous medical retirement in 1991 due to an on duty incident that sidelined him and ended his career on the force.

We met Detective Hodges in his suburban home on the idyllic Lake Chancellor. He lives alone now with his two dogs and a small menagerie of small farm animals like chickens and even a goat, something he admits his grandchildren and now great grandchildren still love to come see when they visit him during holidays.

THE WEEKLY LETTER: So Detective Hodges…

Det. CARSON HODGES: Please, just call me Carson, I get called “Detective” enough at work. *Laughs*

TWL: Fair enough! So Carson, you were among the first non-military recipients of a donor body through the Force Augmentation Program, or what most laymen call simply “The Program”. Can you tell us a little about what that whole process was like?

C.H.: Sure! Well, when I first got the knock on my door, I thought it was some sort of joke. Here was this young buck all dressed in some fancy military outfit, seemingly had all my information practically memorized; it was a bit creepy – I thought for sure this was some sort of scam.

Well, he shows me some ID, looked legit enough, so I invited him in. By that time I was, oh, around 88 or 89 years old, and my wife had passed on a few decades previous, so it was just me and one of my dogs to keep me company in my small little apartment in the city. He gives me the rundown, going on about “Mr. Jackson” – see at that time, we had to give up our previous identity, not like now – “Mr. Jackson, we would like to offer you the opportunity to serve your community once more, with a fresh start and a new life.

TWL: I can imagine that was pretty hard to believe.

C.H.: You’re not lying! I just about tossed him out on his ass, or I would have if I wasn’t limping around with a cane and a bum knee on account of the line of duty injury – got shot, thankfully nothing serious, but it was enough to end my career right then and there.

But the more I got to thinking about it, the more I thought – I’m almost 90 freaking years old, right? What do I have to lose hearing these guys out? If nothing else, it’ll make a hell of a story to tell the guys at the corner bar – not that I was allowed to talk about it then, mind you, but I’m just saying is all.

TWL: How soon after did you go through the process, and did you get to pick out your new body? Or did they decide for you?

C.H.: Well, back then, even though there were plenty of felons to choose from, they were pretty limited in their options, so they picked for me. Looking back, I did think it was kind of odd, them giving this old retired Black cop a body like this, but once I whipped it back into shape – a hell of a lot easier to do with a functional knee – it wasn’t anything I really ever thought about much after that.

TWL: Wait, you were Black, as in African American before?

C.H.: Yep, born in Jackson Mississippi, came up north to get away from all that poverty. I was actually planning to get on with one of the auto factories back then – I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t, since they’re all shut down now. And besides, I doubt I’d still be here today chatting with a charming young lady such as yourself, now would I?

TWL: Indeed! Well, so you got your new body, and then what? Did you have to go back to work right away? How was that, getting readjusted to being a cop after being out of it for so long?

C.H.: Well, it was surprisingly easy, especially with a much younger body. When I got this, he was, oh, 23 I think? 23 or 24; but pretty young. Felon, like they all were, a couple counts of murder so I’m told, but personally, I never dug into his history. The way I figure it, he’s gone, and I’m here now, and that’s all that should matter.

But yeah, they gave me a few weeks to get acclimated, get used to the idea of being someone younger, and in my case, someone a totally different race and body type. I was more of a tall skinny guy most of my life, well, until I had to retire and couldn’t get around too well. But this one, when I got him, was a little on the chubby side, but I was able to whip him into shape, like I mentioned before, and now, I think I’ve done pretty well, don’t you think?

TWL: Oh my! Yes, those are some impressive “guns” you have there. Very nice work you’ve put into that body Carson.

C.H.: Thank you, young lady. I appreciate when people take notice of my efforts.

TWL: Actually, that’s a perfect segue, most felon bodies are covered in tattoos, do you find this unusual, or how have you coped with that? Did you have any tattoos in your old life?

C.H.: To your last question, no, never bothered with tattoos, never really was a fan of the idea, and plus, needles freak me out. *Laughs*

It was strange at first, sure. Especially some of these tattoos make me feel a little uncomfortable, but getting them removed would be almost as much if not more of a pain as just leaving them. And besides, after almost ten years of seeing them every day, they’ve kind of grown on me.

Sure, people sometimes look at me strangely if I’m not in uniform, and sometimes even when I’m in uniform since I can’t really hide some of these tattoos, like the ones on my neck and hands.

TWL: Are any of them offensive or racist tattoos?

C.H.: There are a couple of prison gang tattoos, sure. But here’s the thing about that – and this is from someone who worked Corrections for a few years before I went and became a cop – a lot of times, these guys get these tattoos to show they are part of a particular group, and prisons, being the way they are, are often split on racial lines. That’s not good or bad, it just is – it’s how people tend to sort themselves out when left on their own.

So a lot of times, when you see an Aryan Brotherhood tattoo, or a swastika, or a 1488, or something like that, it’s just showing they were part of the White gang in prison. Were there racial fights in prison, you bet – but probably not as often as TV would have you believe. One thing the TV shows and movies never really talk about is, if you’re not part of a group, if you decide to go it alone, you’re not going to last long. You need allies in prison or your life is going to be made hell by everyone around you. Your racial group will think you’re some stuck up ass, or worse, a snitch, and the other groups – seeing you have no protection – will single you out and harass you as much as they can, if not something worse.

I remember there was a young White kid came into the prison, oh, this must have been back in ’65 or so, I was still wet behind the ears doing my rounds, and I found him nearly beaten to death curled into a ball behind some storage units in the laundry room.

TWL: Oh my! Did he live? Who attacked him?

C.H.: He lived, yeah, and he ended up joining the White Supremacist gang. He was one of those, ya know, bookish kinda kids, straight out of college, on the cutting edge of the social revolution, protesting the war, burned his draft card, fought a cop, all that sort of thing, so I doubt he was really all “White Power!” and all that shit – again, it was just a way to survive while you were in there. 95% of the time, racial strife in there is actually a bit less crazy than it is in the real world, at least when compared to some of our larger cities anyway. Sort of like how countries with nukes don’t go around attacking each other.

TWL: Mutually assured destruction?

C.H.: Exactly, you mess with one of their group, and you have to deal with the entire group retaliating against you. There’s a lot more brotherhood and community in there than there is out here, which is why there’s generally less violence in prisons, but when things go down, they go down big in there. 

As for who jumped him, we never found out. My hunch is, it was the WS boys themselves, sort of a “join us or expect worse from those guys over there” kind of deal. That happened a lot with the new guys.

TWL: You’ve certainly led quite the life, even before your new one. One final question for our readers, how has your family adapted to this change? Do they resent you doing this, or have they been pretty understanding and accepting?

C.H.: Well, at first, I couldn’t talk to my family about this at all for several years. As far as they knew, I’d died and that was that. When “The Program” became better known outside of the inner circle, they figured they could no longer contain the details and never really stopped any of us from reconnecting with our former loved ones. Thankfully, as I mentioned before, my wife had passed long before – that might have been pretty odd showing up all of a sudden as a young White kid fresh out of prison – I likely would have given her quite the fright! *Laughs*

My two daughters, now in their late 60s, were put off by it at first, I think more for the fact I was half their age rather than I was suddenly White. My son in his late early 60s, well, we still don’t talk and I haven’t seen him in years, even before the change. I think he resented me being a cop. He’s a civil rights lawyer for some firm out in California now.

My grandchildren and now great grandchildren from my daughters stop in whenever they have a weekend free or during holidays. The youngest ones love to feed my chickens and pet my goat, even if she’s a bit stubborn at times, she’s a good gal. And my two dogs are great with the kids too. My youngest grandchild is only a few years younger than I am now, and my oldest is about five years older than I am. So it makes for a very interesting family dynamic to say the least!

TWL: I can imagine! Well Carson, this has been a treat. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me and talk a bit about your experiences. I’m certain our readers will also find your story fascinating as well.

C.H.: Not a problem at all, it was a pleasure. Please, feel free to stop by anytime miss, and I sincerely do mean that.

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Who’s the boss now ?

My name is William Jameson, and I am the boss of a successful men’s magazine company called the Bachelor’s Cave, well I used to until last month. It all began when I just fired someone because he was gay, and I could not let his “sissy-ness” ruin the magazine. The next morning, I was doing my workout routine when I felt something, almost like a hand touching my ribs. At first it tickled me and I thought that it was just my toned abs getting even more shaped, but then I felt a breathing on my neck before I lost mine. I arched my back and groaned, invaded by a painful feeling, before I collapsed. When I woke up, I was naked, covered in sweat with my erected dick having just shot while one of my hands was spreading my cum all over my chest. Yet the worst was that I had my weight iron bar shove into my butthole. I assumed that it was probably my foreign steroid side effect and stopped taking them. In spite of, the next day, I blacked out again during a meeting and woke up in my bed.

I was naked again and my soon-to-be wife was screaming at me. I did not even have the time to ask what happened that she stormed out of the place. Even though, I think that I understand that she called me a faggot a few times, which surprised me. “Whatever, women.” I thought. However, I was shocked when I saw my chest, now hairy, I would never let this happen. Plus, I also had a scruff. Then, I checked my phone and discovered that a week had passed.  

“What the?” I exclaimed.

“The fun is only starting asshole.” A sinister voice suddenly said before I fainted again.

Waking up, I was now in my shower and seriously doubting my mental health. I climaxed again and I was even hairier. Quickly coming out of the shower, I noticed a writing on the mirror “It’s payback little fucker.” Fuming, I immediately knew who it was, the faggot that I fired. I was pretty sure that he had somehow managed to drug me and turn me into his puppet. Consequently, I drove at his flat and faked that I wanted him back so he would let me enter. Still, I grabbed him by the shirt and shouted at him to explain to me how he did this to me. The gay lord just mumbled that he did not know what had just happened. I was certain that he was lying, but then I saw a picture on a nearby table and I asked him who was the old man in it. With teary eyes, the young man told me that it was his father, who had disappeared last week. Puzzled, I was about to ask more questions but my mouth would not move. Suddenly, I released my ex-employee and started convulsing.

“No more games.” The same evil voice spoke again. “It’s time for you to witness what WE have done together.”

I stopped trembling before cracking my neck. Admiring my hands, I quickly looked at my confused former employee before hugging him.

“I am so sorry for what has happened to you.” I said. Except that I did not wanted to say this.

“I know you bastard, I wanted to say this.” The voice said in my mind.

Putting two and two together, I realized that my body was possessed by the father of the guy I fired.  

“Nobody has the right to tell my son what to do except me. I will make you pay for hurting my boy. Plus, thanks for the hot bod.” The father revealed.

I blacked out again and woke up in someone else’s bed. Moreover, I could not control my body, “I” was writing things on a notebook and I did not like what I saw. The man inside me was writing his evil plan with glee, he wanted to hire my son and made him his right-hand man before turning my magazine into some gay shit stuff. I screamed but my body was not obeying to me anymore. Then, I went silent when I saw in who’s bed I was in. The man’s son.

“Will, why are you laughing?” The son asked.

“Shh my love, go back to sleep.” My body said.

“You lunatic! This is your son!” I yelled.

“I told you, nobody can tell my son what to do but his father. No one else will own him.” The old man inside declared as he caressed his son’s hair. “Plus, my son always had a crush on you. Can’t blame the boy, you are one hunky piece of meat.”

My body threw away the notebook and started to smell itself. I was disgusted because I could feel everything that my possessor felt, and the old man inside me did not care about my deodorant.

“Fuck deodorant, are you a pussy? Real men stench sweat and cum!”

Sniffing my now hairy armpits, the man brushed the forest on my beefy chest before travelling by the hair trail to my aroused penis and stroked it. My body moaned with my deep voice as the stroking got faster. But then, my gaze swiftly moved to the person next to me as I chokehold them.

“Will! I’m trying to sleep!” The man’s son shouted.

“Hush, Papa Bear is hungry.” My body hungrily roared.

Not even caring if his partner was consensual, my body flung his hard rod inside him boypussy and rammed. It was hard to admit but this old man was making of me a beast in bed. His son soon joined his dad in the moaning as they made love to each other all the night.  

It has now been a month since the old man has took over my body and I heard that he is planning marry his own son by using me. Now that I know that I will probably get stuck in the passenger seat forever, I concede that it is entertaining and kinda hot to see what this man is doing with my body. When he is worshipping my body while groping me is one of my favorite moments, but the best is the crazy ideas he finds when he is using my body to have sex with his son. I think that tonight he will bring a whip, and I cannot wait to see how it will go on.

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Thank you to “The Price to Pay“ by malebodyswap45 for the inspiration!