8 monthsago, coach had noticed that Patrick yawned during soccer practice and offeredhim a relaxation file to help him go to sleep at night and wake up rested.
Pat woke upfeeling so good after the first try that he soon made a habit of every nightlistening to coach’s soothing voice guiding him through a breathing exerciseand some guided meditation.
When hetold coach how much it helped, he was offered an additional file to listen toafter the first, to help him with sticking to a healthier diet and feel motivatedto improve his endurance via extra cardio training.
Sure enough,Pat was soon one of the star players. But the coach took him aside one eveningand said that while he was very proud of how good an athlete Pat had become; hewas sometimes being a little too selfish during matches. That he had created anadditional file to add to his playlist that would make him a better team player.
After this,the additional files started coming by e-mail. Patrick just added them to theplaylist without questioning. He did not remember their content the nextmorning. The playlist was over 90 minutes long.
For today’s session, I want to try something different. Did you evernotice how confusing the world looks when you’re lying on your back andeverything is upside down?
I want to teach you how to focus through that confusion.
So I want you to just look at my watch. I’m not even making it swingback and forth, it’s spinning around all by itself.
But it’s very easy to focus on, no matter how confusing everything elseis.
It’s possible that just focusing on my watch makes your mind go very calmand relaxed, all by itself.
And as always when you relax for me, you go into a deep trance statevery, very quickly.
And as always when you go into trance, your cock gets hard, all byitself.
And maybe it almost feels as if you are sinking a little deeper into those soft pillows, and at the same time the shiny crystal seems to grow bigger, bigger and bigger until its image completely fills out your mind. And every time a stray thought comes into your mind, it seems to get pushed away by the image of the crystal, pulling you deeper and deeper.
For today’s session, I want to try something different. Did you evernotice how confusing the world looks when you’re lying on your back andeverything is upside down?
I want to teach you how to focus through that confusion.
So I want you to just look at my watch. I’m not even making it swingback and forth, it’s spinning around all by itself.
But it’s very easy to focus on, no matter how confusing everything elseis.
It’s possible that just focusing on my watch makes your mind go very calmand relaxed, all by itself.
And as always when you relax for me, you go into a deep trance statevery, very quickly.
And as always when you go into trance, your cock gets hard, all byitself.
And maybe it almost feels as if you are sinking a little deeper into those soft pillows, and at the same time the shiny crystal seems to grow bigger, bigger and bigger until its image completely fills out your mind. And every time a stray thought comes into your mind, it seems to get pushed away by the image of the crystal, pulling you deeper and deeper.
For today’s session, I want to try something different. Did you evernotice how confusing the world looks when you’re lying on your back andeverything is upside down?
I want to teach you how to focus through that confusion.
So I want you to just look at my watch. I’m not even making it swingback and forth, it’s spinning around all by itself.
But it’s very easy to focus on, no matter how confusing everything elseis.
It’s possible that just focusing on my watch makes your mind go very calmand relaxed, all by itself.
And as always when you relax for me, you go into a deep trance statevery, very quickly.
And as always when you go into trance, your cock gets hard, all byitself.
Horny Australian lad. I love getting possessed! Don’t be afraid to message me! Oh I also sometimes write stories.
As soon as I finished my exercise routine at the gym, I went to the bathroom to urinate. As I did, I thought I heard a laugh or something, but when I entered, the bathroom was empty, maybe my mind just trolled me. When I finished, I washed my hands, and taking advantage of the fact that I was alone there, I decided to take off my shirt and show my good body to take a photo that I would publish on my instagram.
However, when I was taking a photo in front of the mirror, I felt something cold that was getting more and more into my ear, and then I felt a little dizzy.
"Hmm… Fuck, everything I could do with a body like this" were the words that came out of my mouth… But I didn’t mean to say them!
"What was happening here?!" I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth, it was just like a thought.
My body moved and took another photo "Damn, I can’t wait to put this body to use, hehehe" my body said… How the hell does this happen?!
"Wow, wow wow, don’t worry, pretty boy, I’m just a ghost, I saw you and I took your body, and I’ll only use you to enjoy, you‘re gay, right? You‚re more at bottom, aren’t you? By the way, I’m Dave" said the ghost that controlled me…
What the hell?! Does this being believe that he can go and control me like that?!
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I felt myself losing control. One minute I’m putting on this skimpy outfit for a part in a movie and next thing I know I’m fighting for control of my body.
First my arm starts moving on its own, then my other arm. I begin to fill myself up.
Then I start getting hard. Holy shot what is going on?. I go to call for help and my body pulls me back.
“Not today honey” I said with a very gay sounding voice “ I haven’t been out to possess someone in so long and I’m too ready for this.”
“No” I managed to get out. I tried to leave again but something was fighting me for control, and I was losing. And after a few minutes of squirming I lost completely.
“OH honey I’m so going to enjoy this” other me said
Right then the casting director came back in but now in a different outfit
“OH yeah” other me replied “ I’m ready to shoot this porno”
“Sorry Mr. Raymond, but you are not a great actor but you have one amazing bod. So I think you will have an amazing porno career. We just simply needed to insert one of our possessers in you. You are far too straight so we had to fix that. I recommend you just enjoy the show. It will be a while before we give you back. Like I said a very promising gay porno career.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had to be dreaming
“No dream” other me said “ but don’t worry I will give you be best sex you ever had.”
They brought the other guy in to start filming. We hopped in the shower together and began playing with each other
We began with soaping each other up, followed be some spit play and kissing. I hated how great it felt. I was not gay, but I was as hard as a rock with my whole body giving into this man. He felt so good and my body wanted more.
He began to move me around and I just kept going with it. I couldn’t fight it. He then turned me around and began to pound my ass.
I had never felt so good and it was driving me crazy. I should enjoy this but my body moved with his and ecstasy was too much.
He came and so did I and when I did the world exploded. The feeling was so powerful and phenomenal that we had to go lie down after words.
“See” other me said while riding the ecstasy with me. “Told you it was amazing”
I didn’t know when I would be back in control. It scared me if I ever would. But as long as the sex was that great, I don’t know how hard I will fight back.
This was going to be my big break, too bad I wasn’t the one in control
“Make sure to get a good pic” I said while grabbing his junk.
Trey was my ghost friend who was helping me out. This guy bullied me at work on the construction site. I was getting sick of being called Faggot.
So Trey helped me out by possessing him to blackmail him into stopping. It didn’t take him long. Alex squirmed a bit and then Trey was in charge.
I turned to Alex’s body and gave him a kiss while Trey took pics and then Trey had him begin to lick me up and down, still taking pics.
“Call me faggott one more time or make rude jokes and I’ll send these to everyone you know” I said.
“That was awesome man thank you so mu…….” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because Trey crammed Alex’s tongue in my mouth.
“No” Trey said while smiling “ I haven’t had sex in so long and I want to have sex with you”
“He will experience the whole thing with me” he said beginning to kiss my neck.
I was getting hard quick. It felt so good. He started playing with my erect cock.
“ we will record it too” He said “ for more blackmail. But he will experience what it means to be a faggot. Every pleasurable moment. I want to fuck you. I want to suck that glorious cock of yours. I want it all.”
I was having a hard time fighting him. He may have been my bully, but he was hot. He was also not in control.
“Ok” I said “but I get you for the night. I want it all, the kissing the sex the afterwards, all of it.”
He smiled “ if it goes well, I might stay the week” then he stuck his tongue down my throat and I let him.
Our bodies mingled and It didn’t take long for both of us to cum. We were so hot for each other. And that was just round one. We had all night to enjoy.
Damn that a beautiful ass. It belongs to an asshole named Robby. Robby is my punk of a cousin. always being a dick, making fun of me that i was gay. well now it his turn to be gay.
I learned a spell from a shop on possessing someone. the problem is its a one way trip. and i was ok with that. i know i would be giving up my scrawny life for a hot bear of a cousin. he may be a douche but he was hot. im ready for this ass to be mine.
while he was sleeping a performed the spell and woke him up. i wanted him to know what was happening to him.
“What the fuck, you little faggot, go away” he said.
“Not this time Robby. This time you will be the faggot, once im done” i said.
“What the fu..” he started to say but i jumped into him before he could finish.
“THe FUck is happening!!!!” he began to say as i was asserting myself
the sensation although weird was very amazing to feel. i began to take over his senses and thoughts. His hot body was becoming mine
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he said as he then began to moan. because i was moaning
My words came out “Im taking this body for mine!!!”
“Not going to happen!!!” i said “ this is my body now. and it is going to be gayer than you ever believed could happen! Im going to have so many guys fuck the shit out of this body…bear-magazine.com so good….bear-magazine.com you will get to see every second of it……fuckkkkk!!!
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!” he screamed and then we began cumming from all the excitement. and that was that. the spell was done and i was in control. Old Robby was now buried in the back of my mind and i was in control. and it felt amazing
I put on the underwear i bought for myself before the spell and went down to the local gay bar. Heads turned as i walked in. I had two guys wanting me within the first minute. This night was going to be the best night ever. Im Robby now and there is no going back….bear-magazine.com time to get fucked….bear-magazine.com!!!!!!
I was told by a friend that this gear would be comfortable to work out in. What he didnt mention was that it was possessed!!!!!!!
One moment I’m trying the gear on feeling it. It was very comfy. Next thing I know I felt its power surge thru me. I was beginning to lose control. I could feel the spirit pushing me aside and then all at once I lost control.
“God this feels amazing” he began playing with my dick and there was nothing I could do to stop him
I wanted it to stop. I wanted control again but that was not happening.
I began to smirk. Other me must have known what i was trying.
“Sorry dude, but I am not ready to give this body up. Too many men I need to fuck in the body. God I miss fucking men and you have the body for it.”
FUCKING MEN!!!! I was not gay!! NO way was i about to fuck a dude.
A man came around the corner. It was my friend Greg who told me about the workout gear.
“Oh sorry, Greg. Thank you for giving me this amazing body!! I love it”
“No problem. I knew that you would love it and it works out that these guys always hangout together so there would be no suspicion.” Greg said
He began wrapping his hands around my waist and planted a kiss on me. I wanted to pull away so badly but my body leaned in and gave him a big kiss back. I wanted to scream so bad but I couldnt do it. The kiss was slow then it intensified into more. I began to get hard. NO!!! I dont need to be hard kissing Greg but it was too late. It was happening.
This wasnt Greg. This was another Possessor like the one who took over me. Tricking me into the host for his boyfriend.
“Its ok” I said “ I want you too. Cmon lets go find a quite place and fuck.”
Greg pulled me into one of the Private changing rooms at the gym and began kissing me again. He was getting naked and so was I. I could feel my penis throbbing for him. It wasnt right. im not GAY!!!!
I began playing with his dick stroking it. He began to do the same for me. I couldnt help myself i started giving in. the pleasure was so freaking intense. God it felt good. i didnt want to think of Greg this way but DAMN that felt awesome.
I took Greg and turned him around and began to plow his tight bubble butt of an ass. That only made my throbbing harder. He felt so good. I only tried fighting a little but the pleasure and the sensation of it all was too much.
Was i getting into being possessed? i couldnt tell anymore. i kept pounding and moaning and so was Greg. I finally couldnt hold it anymore and exploded into his ass with such intensity that i began moaning loudly.
The sensation was so orgasmic that I couldnt tell if the possessor or i was in control anymore. sensations and an amazing feeling flooding me. I layed back for a second, panting.
Greg turned around and smiled “that was amazing babe.” he was still rock hard
“I think we need to take care of your hard on there handsome” i said.
there was a knock at the door. apparently my moaning got the attention of someone
“Right on time” i said and pulled a pair of those shorts out of a bag in the corner. i threw it to Greg and he opened the door to let the guy in.
“ Are you guys ok i heard schouhghhghlkjkl;j” said the guy and was cut off when the shorts hit his ass and conformed around him taking control. he jumped around a little and then settled with a smirk and took his clothes off except the gear.
I smiled “ I need you to take care of my boyfriend here and then ill need you to take care of me. I am feeling up for round 2″
“Gladly” he said and turned around and got to his knees and began servicing Greg. I stared and watched.
I didnt know how to get out of this. im hoping one day i can but until then, i am going to enjoy the show
“Mmmm Max. I knew you were big, but hot damn. This is better than I imagined.”
I stood there in my bathroom completely in awe that my wish came true. I had dreamed and longed to be this hot stud, Max, from the gym. Everyday I would notice him working out and getting more swole and looking even hotter. There I was, too fat to even do a situp. No matter how hard I tried I never could get to be on Max’s level.
I took a long look at myself in the bathroom mirror in my grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs and wished so bad that I could just be Max. Right after I had said aloud in the mirror, my body started to feel strange. I felt my belly starting to tense and shrink, my boxer briefs were getting looser, my chest was getting tighter and defined. My face was getting chiseled and becoming more like Max. I was losing all my facial hair. I was even getting less body hair. My body transforming felt so intense. My breathing got heavier. My body was finalizing its transformation. I looked up to see Max staring back at me in the mirror. “Holy shit.” I said out loud, in Max’s voice. I said it again in disbelief that it was Max’s voice. I inspected my new face, my new hot muscular body, my new cock underneath my now loose boxer briefs. I breathed through my teeth. Oh fuck. This was so hot. I stripped out of my boxers to inspect Max’s…bear-magazine.com naked body. This wish came true. This face. This body, This cock. Fuck. I immediately got hard. My cock throbbed in ecstasy. My body shook. My breathing got even heavier. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum” I say in Max’s voice. I shoot streams of white cum all over the mirror in front of me. My body thrusted forward. I let out a masculine gasp. I never want to let this dream end. This is too fucking hot.
I jumped in as quick as I could. My boyfriend asked for a hot guy on the beach and this guy was perfect. He jumped and squrimed until I finally finished taking control. As soon as I finished taking controlled I began to feel him up
“Sorry bud, but my boyfriend wants hot sex on the beach and you are fine”
I grabbed his ass. Damn it felt great. I began taking off my shorts as he began approaching
“ I always do” i said with a smile “ now come over here and enjoy this bubble butt. It feels so good!!!”
He didn’t waist time and began playing with it. And then so much more.
“I’m tired of your bullshit!!!!!!” I told my neighbor
“Oh yeah, what the fuck are you gonna do about it, faggot!!” He said.
Thats my neighbor Brad. He is an asshole. Constantly giving me shit about being gay. Calling me faggot and queer slut and all the other fucking names. But I was done. He came to my door to insult me. What he didn’t know was about to change him forever.
“This” i said to him. I ran at him at full speed. He put up his arms to punch me but it did no good. I started to meld into him. He began screaming but that quickly stopped.
See i have this ability to merge with someone and take over there body. I didn’t want to have to merge with him but enough was enough. I was about to finish when he began to speak
“What’s happpppeeennning to me, uuughhhhhh” he said but I finished taking control. I sat up taking a deep breath.
“What’s happening Brad” i said as I picked up his phone and started downloading a couple of gay hook up apps “ is that I’m going to be in control for a while. I plan on having you be a big fucking faggot”
“ thats right” I said “ im going to have some gay guys over and they are gonna fuck you so hard, amongst other things.”
I began playing with his cock while I waited for the hook up to show up. Damn!!! He was huge!!! For an asshole, he was very hung.
This guy answered the door. I didnt waist time and began to kiss and squeeze him tight. I worked my way down his body to his beautiful cock and began giving him a blowjob. God it felt good. Brad was screaming the whole time
I fell asleep on this guy and slept so good that night. I empty brads balls out into this guy. God I felt great. I woke up cuddling the hook up steve. He asked me out to breakfast. Why the fuck not
“ yeah let me get some clothes on” i walked over to the closet and then I began changing
I started talking to Brad who was crying on the inside.
“Who’s the fag now? Man I’m going to have so much fun as you. I merge every few years. So say goodbye to your old life. I plan on using you for a while. Might see if this goes somewhere with Steve. He sure is fine and loves your body. But whatever I do, you will witness it all. Hope you like giving blowjobs. You will be a pro at it.”
I began to get hard thinking on it. I went out and took steve by the waist
We hopped into these guys on the beach quickly. They stumbled upon a gay beach and were about to leave. But my husband and I were ready.
With a quick push we waisted no time and began making out. The two guys screaming in our heads.
“Dont worry boys” I said “ we will take care of you”
“Every inch” my husband said grabbing my new junk.
We waisted no time and found a private corner and fucked like crazy. They screamed in our heads while we blew each other hard. We stayed for the night, we will see if we are willing to give them up tomorrow. No promises
“I got you, you hick son of a bitch.” Dylan said in a thick southern accent, panting in Roy’s body.
Dylan and Roy worked together at mechanics show outside of Biloxi, Mississippi. Dylan was as queer as a three dollar bill and always had been, but had to hide it because of the environment he was raised in. He hated the South, of course, so he tried his hardest to mask any southern accent, and he also had to hide the fact that he was gay but altering his voice a lot. Essentially, he had to make change everything about himself for his own safety. Roy on the other hand was as straight as a pole and he made sure everyone knew, and he had an accent like some antebellum plantation owner. Whenever they’d be working outside and anyone with boobs walked by, he’d take off his shirt, dry is sweat, and say some terrible misogynist thing to her as she passed. Even worse, Roy would give Dylan shit every time he noticed that Dylan was checking him out in any way. And Dylan couldn’t help it; Roy had a hell of a body, partially thanks to working at his father’s garage since he was an early teen. “Eyes off, faggot” was a common expression Dylan heard every day, much to his displeasure. Everyone would laugh along with Roy, but Dylan had another trick up his sleeve.
Dylan was waiting for the moment to hatch his plan, in truth. He figured he would keep his secrets a secret until he couldn’t handle it anymore. The secret was that his grandmother, thanks to their location by the bayou, dabbled in voodoo. Dylan had scavenged through her attic after she died and found a possession potion. The recipe said it’d be permanent so he knew he had to hold off, but now was his chance. Roy was a good looking fella, and he had everything coming to him.
So Dylan mixed up the possession potion and went to Roy’s home out in the boonies. He approached the window and noticed he was alseep naked and ass up, and he climbed in through the window. According to the pictures on the mixture for the potion, you were supposed to just drink it and… get in, really. Just put yourself inside through any orifice. So Dylan disrobed entirely, chugged down the potion, stifled several disgusted coughs and gags, and with a shrug, he plunged his head into Roy’s gaping, snoring mouth. Dylan’s head seemed to shrink in around Roy’s lips and the rest of his body seemed to be being sucked into Roy. Roy woke up with muffled screams and thrashing, The rest of Dylan’s body thrashed with him as he woke in a panic, but it wasn’t stopping its progress. Dylan’s cock was right as Roy’s mouth as Roy tried to grab onto his legs to pull him out but it was no use, the suction was too strong. The last of Dylan’s legs and feet slid into Roy’s mouth with a slurping *pop* and Roy blacked out.
He came to laying on his bed, sporting a massive erection. He looked down at it, “Looks like you liked some of that, buddy,” said Dylan in Roy, in his familiar country accent. “Didn’t think that macho-man Roy had a little freak in himmmuunnngggggaaaaHOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT YOU GODDAMN QUEER, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY BODY.”
Roy made a little hiccup motion and shook his head, “Look, Roy, you’ve acted like a dick all your life, you’ve gotten everything handed to you, and you aren’t amounting to much anyways, so I figured someone could put this,” he started flexing and worshiping his own muscles, “fine ass bod you got-HANDS OFF MOTHERFUCKER, YOUR ASS IS GRASS IF YOU DON’T GET THE HELL OUT NOW-you’re really starting to bum me out, Roy. No more talking like that, let’s see how sensitive you are,” he reached down and started pumping his cock. “LOOK, LOOK, I’m sorry man, just hands off the goods, I ain’t no faggot-Oh quiet, Roy, you’re certainly about to be-COME ON-just let go-STOP-ooooohhh yeah-FUCK COME ON DON’T-aaahhh-STOPPP-AAAHHHoooooooohhhhh…”
He climaxed all over his naked torso and licked his hands. Roy was gone, or at least the Roy everyone new before. Better yet, Dylan was gone, and he was about to introduce the world to a whole new Roy. Dylan put on some shorts and a hat, stood in front of Roy’s mirror, and downloaded Grindr. “Let’s see what other closet-dwellers we have in the area…”
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“These swallowtail caterpillars look like real-life Pokemon“
“We adopted a senior doggo and he loves sleeping under our bed. This is our new morning routine.”
“I don’t think you guys see me… here I am, pet me!”
“My deaf puppy doesn’t notice whenever I come home, so I get to wake her up gently and see her innocent excitement.”
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I could feel the latex rubber ooze down my legs, into my shoes, encasing my toes. It was wet and slick and now it would be my skin forever.
The door burst open and my boyfriend charged in. His hands were black and slick with the goo, and it was quickly enveloping his arms. “What’s happening? What is this stuff?” He gasped when he saw my legs.
Wordlessly, I dropped my underwear so he could see how the rubber had encased by cock and balls. In shock, he reached out to fondle them. His black shiny fingers made a squeaking sound against my new skin, and the vibration brought me to orgasm. A thick black spurt of latex short forth, hitting him in the cheek. That would speed his transformation considerably.
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There is something so sexual about hairy armpits. Turning me on in ways I never thought would be possible. All a man has to do is lift up his arms and I would be weak at the knees, my throbbing hard cock constricted by tight underwear in seconds. So masculine and rugged, leaving me wanting to bury my face in them… inhaling the musk created from a hard day at work. The amount of hair only adds to the appeal which I’m powerless to resist, nothing being more perfect than bushy pits.
Josh liked nothing more than to invite me over to suck his dick while he watched football. He was completely straight which is why he liked to watch the game while I sucked and wanted me shave my facial hair completely so he couldn’t feel my stubble on his skin. In his words “a blowjob is a blowjob, it’s gonna feel good either way”. Whenever there was a big game coming up I knew where I would be. When he opened the door there was never anything less than a semi imprinted in his shorts. He tried to contain the excitement on his face but really I don’t think he wanted to admit that he liked a guy sucking his dick that much. He would sit on the couch and pull his pants down before spreading his legs. That was my cue to get on my knees and start sucking. Within moments I’d have him moaning hard as I sucked his perfect cock. My payment was being able to service him… a guy that is off limits to most. I was the person he would message after a hard day at work, not some random girl. I owned his cock and he knew it.
It was just a normal work out… or so I thought. I was smashing through some cardio on the treadmill when I started to feel someone watching me. Trying not to let it bother me, I carried on with no idea who this person was or what he looked like. I had on a tight workout top and even tighter shorts that perfectly fitted my ass as I ran, bouncing up and down as I took each stride. I knew what I was doing… you couldn’t predict who you would meet at the gym so I always made an effort however this was the first time I felt someone notice. Not that I would be confident enough to approach anyone. 10 minutes go by and the feeling that I was being watched didn’t go away… not that I minded.
As I turn around I see this huge guy lifting weights looking straight at me. His vest covered so little of his body that he might as well be shirtless. His body glistened with sweat making my face go red immediately. This guy looked incredible, he couldn’t possibly be looking at me could he? This was confirmed as he started grinning at my embarrassed expression while flexing his enormous muscles. I was too nervous to talk to him so walked by to move onto my next set however he gently grabbed my arm and said “hey, hope you didn’t mind me looking at you up there but you caught my eye… I have never really been into dudes but there is something about you that..” with a deep husky voice. He pauses, taking my hand and putting it on his rock hard shaft over his short material. Holy fuck he was huge… I had never felt a cock so big. On top of that I was now close enough to smell the musk coming from his sweat drenched body and I was in heaven. Nothing turned me on more than the smell of a man post workout.
“I shouldn’t even be doing this… I have a girlfriend but we haven’t been having sex much lately… I guess what I’m saying is that I kinda want to see you naked… maybe even see how a guy sucks my dick…. I’m Rock hard thinking about it man and judging by your face you want it too” he say in a cocky tone. Of course I wanted to, I mean who wouldn’t? He was so masculine that I would have automatically written him off as straight. Before I had chance to reply he said. “I’m done here.. I’ll be in the showers if you need me” he adds before winking before turning and walking into the lockeroom. I couldn’t believe what was happening, it almost didn’t seem real. Shortly after I found myself stripping off and making my way to the showers. Before I had chance to spot him, he pulled me into his cubical… soap dripping down from his abs and onto his huge cock. “Turn around… I wanna see that perfect little ass” he commands with a grin, completely unfazed by sharing a shower with a guy. I submit to his order, facing away from him. Almost immediately I felt his warm strong hands gliding over my cheeks, squeezing them tight. I had never been more turned on than at this moment. The fact that I was the first boy to fulfil his natural urges was incredible
“Fuuuuck….” he exclaimed after feeling my ass for what felt like forever and a second at the same time. Without warning he pressed me up against the wall with his cock grinding between my ass cheeks. “I wanna see what that mouth can do” he whispered in my ear before turning me around and making me kneel before him. I was looking up at the body of a god… it was all I could do to pleasure him right now. I took hold of his shaft in my hand and eased my mouth over his head taking the time to coat it in saliva, preparing to take it down my throat “fuck yeah… there’s a good boy… take daddy’s big dick” he moaned with one hand holding the back of my head and the other flexing his muscle. I was in heaven… this was everything I was looking for. A masculine guy to dominate me like he was born to do it. Before long he was forcing my mouth down his shaft further, beginning to fuck my face. “Holy shit… you take my cock so good” he moans as his hand shakes a little on the back of my head. I gag a little as my lips hit the base of his cock but that did nothing to stop me. I wouldn’t quit until I felt his load pour down my throat. He let me go to town on his cock, flexing both arms above his head to assert his dominance… a level of masculinity I could never achieve.
It wasn’t long before hot jets if cum were flowing down my throat. I had never experienced a load so big in my life. “Ohhhh fuck… take it…. fuuuuuck” he exclaimed, pushing my head down on his dock in order to cum as deep as possible. When he finally let go I frantically tried to catch my breath while swallowing the remains of his load. That was incredible, I didn’t even care that I haven’t orgasmed. The memory of this moment is enough to make me cum any day I thought. “My girlfriend never sucks my dick like that… holy fuck… you are such a slut… I love it” he says with a huge grin. “Next time see you here, that tight little hole is being fucked… I hope you are ready” he added before grabbing my ass. The feeling of his hand on my ass was enough to make me cum… my thoughts raced. He wants to see me again? Holy crap…. how is this happening. “Yeah… um I… that would be….” before I could finish my nervous reply he interrupted. “See you around bro” with a wink before leaving the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist and out of the shower room.
I would keep going to the gym at the same time forever if it meant the possibility that we would meet again… the possibility that he would fuck me like his dirty little secret.
My college roommate was impossibly straight but that didn’t stop me from fantasising, he was the definition of a jock and he knew it… he was every little gay boys wet dream. The fact that I was gay it didn’t put him off chilling in his underwear if I was home or not… in fact I think he kinda like it… teasing me that is. I couldn’t count the times I had walked in on him jerking off or having sex with girls, his reaction was always the same: he would give me a smirk as my face turned red and then carried on as if he wasn’t interrupted. With the image of his cock imprinted in my mind, I would rush to the toilets to jerk off, unable to control my raging boner over him. There was something about his confidence that turned me on even more. I’d dream about the day he would ask me to experiment with him, sucking his gigantic cock or letting him fuck me until he realised how much tighter I was than any girl he has fucked before. I would be his dirty little secret and he would be my proudest achievement.
Just another day at the office…bear-magazine.com was Monday morning. I was working as an intern for a media company in the city, doing my usual coffee round before sitting down at my desk. It was not long before I received a strange email from my boss. My heart started to race… I’m pretty sure all of the women in the office plus me had a huge crush on him. The epitome of masculinity with his “take no shit” attitude, constantly wearing tight shirts that showed off his bulging abs. The email read “James, see me in my office in ten minutes. I have arranged a meeting to review our partnership. Don’t be late. John Rhodes”. Oh god… my heart pounds faster. I pace the office nervously before it was time for our meeting. I walk up to his door and knock lightly, enough for him to yell “come in” from his desk. As I open the door I could see the Stern look on his face. He is so hot…. no snap out of that… act professional for god sake. I sit in the chair directly opposite him in his huge office. “So James… do you know why you are here?” He says seriously. “It’s a progress interview isn’t it?” I say nervously. “You have arrived late pretty much every day this week… how do you think that makes me… your boss… feel?” He says angrily. “I’m so sorry Sir… I promise it won’t happen again” I say almost begging, afraid of what he will say next. This made it all the more confusing when a smile appeared on his face. “You know James… I see great potential in you… you just need to give a little more you know?” He grinned. “I’ll do anything Sir. This job means everything to me” I say desperately wanting to prove myself. “Reallly? Well then why don’t you start by sucking my fucking cock… oh come on… I have seen the way you look at me. You can’t tell me you don’t want to. Now get under my desk” he says authoritatively.
I can’t believe this is happening. Did he really just say? “Sir I…” he interrupts. “I’m not playing around kid. Get under the desk and suck my fucking cock now” he ordered. Still shocked, I get up and crawl under his desk, the 3 walls of the desk giving me privacy. As he slowly unzips his suit pants, I get extremely excited. I have been fantasizing about what his cock looks like ever since I started my internship. He looks down at me in pure domination. It only became real when he pulled out his huge thick cock from under his bulging underwear. My mouth starts to water as he plays with it before spitting on his cock and massaging it in making his cock glisten in the light. “What are you waiting for? Taste daddy’s cock bitch” he grabs me by the collar, forcefully pulling me forward. “Yes daddy” I say before putting his head in my mouth, using my tongue to play with the adjoining skin. “Now that’s a good boy, you like pleasuring daddy at work don’t you” he says while moaning a little.I start to play with his saggy ball bag protecting the biggest balls I have ever seen. “You are a nasty bitch…. you know what… put my balls in your mouth and look at me while you give them a good servicing” he said before pulling my lips off of his Tim with his huge man hands. “Don’t sat a fucking word from now on… you got it?” I nod quickly before doing as he says, his balls filling my entire mouth. This is amazing! How the fuck have I managed this? I thought. “That’s right! Suck on daddy’s balls… fill your fucking mouth” he says looking down on me with a degrading grin. After sucking his balls and jerking his cock, he pulls me off. “Now you are going to suck my cock until I cum” he demands. As he puts his tip in my mouth he grabs my hair and rams his cock down my throat, fucking my face without mercy. My gags were so loud that I’m sure the whole office could hear me but he didn’t seem to care. “Oh fuck yeah… take my cock you little bitch” he orders as his moans intensify.
It wasn’t long before Mr Rhodes started to cum. He forced my face down with my lips pressed against the base of his shaft, his whole body violently shaking out of pleasure. “Uhhhh fuuuuck” he exclaimed before pulling me off of his cock. “Swallow daddy’s load you nasty slut and get the fuck out of my office” he grins a zipping up his pants. I submit to his orders, wiping the cum from my lips and walking out of his office with a huge grin on his face. If that was punishment then I’ll be late all week.
We all remember at least one straight guy from college that we would do anything to have sex with, suck their cock or even just see their naked body. Fantasising about scenarios that would turn into the most explosive sex dreams. Imagining a long thick throbbing cock hanging from a ripped muscular body, making your mouth water.
You imagine sucking it. The thick shaft sliding to the back of your palette, forced down into your throat. What would it taste like you wonder but before long your mind races to his now lubed cock sliding into your tight hole, pounding your ass. Feeling his hung cock rub your g spot, as you moan from the intense pleasure. Soon you feel a gush of warm cum that fills your ass.
It had been 2 months since my stepbrother Dan had visited the family home. I would always spy on him changing when he was here and he new it. Flexing as I peeped through the crack in the door; showing of his perfect salt and pepper abs, casually making sexual jokes about me sucking his dick just to tease me. At 25 he was a lot older than me being 18 and that was part of the appeal, I had always wanted a daddy. My Mom and my stepdad Rick had just left to go to a restaurant when he turned up, wheeling his case into are house ready for his weekend with us. “Sup dude, how have you been?” He smiled as he walked in. “Alright just a bit bored” I replied. He had grown out his facial hair since I last saw him, so manly with muscles bulging from his tank top. “Still not got a boyfriend then Jake?” He joked. “Well I’m talking to a couple of guys but nothing serious”. “You have to up your game, can’t have my brother being single am I right” he winked.
Before I could reply interrupted, “show me your skills” he grinned. I stood there bright red. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Oh for god sake…” he grabbed me by the waste, pulling me in so I was touching his chest. He grabbed my chin and moved inwards for a passionate kiss. Starting off slow before he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Was this really happening? This was more than I could ever have hoped for! Before I had chance to get off with him properly he pulled away. “Now suck my cock. Come on you know you want to”. “What about Laura?” (His girlfriend) I said nervously. “Don’t worry about her, I’m straight. This isn’t cheating” he winked.
I obeyed his order and knelt down on the kitchen flooring. no sooner did I get into position, he grabbed my head and forced it into his cock, rubbing my face up and down the bulge of his jeans. “You like that don’t you, bet you have been waiting all of these years for my cock”. All I could do was mumble a reply with my face planted firmly in his crotch. He released his hold, only to pull down his trousers jeans revealing a white jock strap. I could see the imprint of his long thick cock in the pouch bringing back memories of when I used to watch him in the shower. Reaffirming his grip on the back of my head, he forced it under his taint rubbing my face up to his crotch until he pulled down the pouch.
Before I could say a word he shoved his thick shaft down my throat, pulling my head closer to the base of his cock. I gagged as his head edged further and further. “Take that dick bitch, suck it real good” he ordered before thrusting forward once again. With each thrust I managed to take more and more of his cock, not long before had taken its length. My lips pressed against his crotch. Looking up at his face, I could see his head tilted back with his eyes closed. He was in total ecstasy. I ran my tongue down the back of his shaft sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Within the space of 10 seconds Dan let out an intense moan, “FUCK” he murmured. Hot jets of cum erupted out of his head and immediately ran down my throat. He pressed my lips into the base of his cock until he had finished his orgasm. He released my head from his crotch giving me time to stand up while he pulled up his pants.
“Fuck Jake, if I knew you sucked cock that well I would have had you doing it a long time ago”. Glancing up at his contented face, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I had done it, I had made my fantasy a reality.
I love looking up at daddy’s hairy chest as I suck his cock. His body the definition of masculinity. Towering above me, in total control of my submission. Knowing that I’m serving him well is all I need with his cum in my mouth reassurance of his pleasure.
Thank you to the guy at my gym yesterday, you don’t know it but you made my evening. While I was finishing changing out of my workout clothes in the locker room, you got out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your waist. Your muscular body contoured by your salt and pepper chest hair was perfect, I tried desperately not to stare for too long due to fear of what you might say if you caught me.
You dropped your towel revealing a thick hung cock hanging freely. My fag mind was racing, wondering how big it would be hard let alone the soft monster that I was drooling over. Desperately wishing I could take a photo to remember this moment and more importantly his perfect body.Resisting the urge to show him just what my mouth could do, I put on my shirt and left the locker room because I might have been caught with a huge boner. Maybe I would see him again… maybe I would build up the courage to talk to him.
Body snatcher remote
OG Story: bear-magazine.com
You lived in a place called “Love Field”, which was pretty ironic. You have not been able to set your love straight with anyone yet. You did have someone you had a close relationship with, but the levels of interest are dropping lower every day. You thought your relationship was breaking apart and could not seem to find the cause. Maybe you just had bad luck in your love life.
As you passed a car; a truck made a weird turn and lost a luggage. Whatever goods it was transporting, one of them fell right through your window and hit your forehead. You began searching your car, only to find a strange small remote. You have never seen the likes of it. It seemed to be somewhat round shaped, had two points at the top and some kind of rod in between. Somehow that reminded you of a taser. There was only a single clear button on it. When you pressed it to see what it does, you noticed this weird green laser firing to your car’s ceiling.
Suddenly you got shot with a vision; one of you firing the laser at someone and then suddenly you felt as if you were switching positions. Instantly, you looked through that person’s eyes who saw your body turning into a beautiful silver statue. Somehow you felt extremely erotically exited by it too. Now curious, the remote did not seem so scary, instead you wanted to try it.
The next day, you drove out of your dorm to see some potential targets. You saw one of them jogging by. Thus, you parked your car at the edge of the road. His name was Matt, he was from the swimmer team, and had a pretty buff body.
He was not your close friend per se, you did not see him often, but you did text with him a lot, especially when he asked you to help him study. So yeah, that kind of “friend.” He got his own circle of friends, some of them do not particularly like you, so you stayed away from them.
Matt was a good kid with a good body too. You could feel your hand shook a little, the remote glowed slightly. This guy was popular, touching him felt almost illegal, particularly from a nobody like you. It just felt like you were two citizens from two worlds that were never meant to collide. Hell, even your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend ranted about how much you should be more like Matt, but that it was impossible. Maybe… maybe you could try it on him.
You ducked under your car window, hoping that he had not seen you yet. Then, you aimed the device on him. Symbols started to form on the device with Matt’s name beside them, and you pushed the button.
It was jarring, at the very least. A sudden blip of unconsciousness, and you were now staring at the road ahead of your car. You lifted up your hands and inspected them, feeling that they were different, slightly bigger. The device was gripped on your right hand. You looked down, you were wearing a gray sleeveless hoodie, black track pants, and a pair of blue running shoes. You rubbed your hands on your chest, feeling the fabric and a hard amount of hard muscles beneath, your toes curled inside the shoes.
You were so excited that this thing actually worked! So excited that you started to notice a tent in your… Matt’s… your pants. You wonder if this was the device’s doing. You would deal with it later…
You turned back to see your car still parked at the edge of the road. You slowly walked towards it, getting used to Matt’s height difference. You opened the door, only to see your body, covered in shiny silver coating, and not moving. You poked at it. It felt more like a statue. Hopefully, this meant that your original body would be stuck in one place, which you could hide more easily.
You decided you would go to Matt’s dorm, wanting to explore this body more and also looking a place to hide your original body for a while. You hopped on the driver seat of your car and started the engine, feeling wild and strong
You looked left and right in the hallway, hoping that no one would notice you carrying a silver statue. The statue itself was surprisingly light, probably because of your host’s bear-magazine.com opened Matt’s door and was surprised to find that the room was clean. No books and papers on the floor, no leftover food trash in sight, and his bed was set tidily. You quickly closed and locked the door, setting the statue and the device just beside the bed. You took off your shoes and walked to the full body mirror.“Mmm… quite a body you have, Matt.”You smiled, rubbing his face, his chest and his…“Wow, I never thought yours could be this sensitive.”You rubbed your hands in front of the tent on your pants before slipping it free. The bulge was even more visible under the speedos. Without further thought, your hands dove under it and started to fondle Matt’s dick. It was somewhat more pleasurable than when you did it in your body. It was even more arousing with the fact that you could see your friend’s face filled with lust in the mirror, copying your exact moves. Then, you raised your left arm and flexed your massive bicep with a groan. Matt’s innocent face twisted into a douchey expression excited you so much.
“Fuck Matt! You’re a naughty boy inside, aren’t you?”
Before long, you spurted loads of cum into your speedos, some dripping off your legs. You were so into it that you did not notice the remote blinking green light before turning off.“Ngh… gotta clean this up soon.”***You stepped out of the shower, naked with only towel on your waist. You winked at your reflection again and posed. After that, you made sure that you had cleaned the floor and the speedo from the mess. Eventually, you decided to wear a black hoodie, some jeans, and white Nike shoes. You walked to the mirror again, fixing your hair, and winked at yourself.“I think I’m gonna enjoy being you for a while, Romeo.”
You were getting a hard on again just by imagining how it was like to live someone else’s life for a day. Especially Matt, the perfect golden boy. But, you realized something. You did not have Matt’s memories. Even if you two are close, you could not impersonate Matt fully without his memories and his bear-magazine.com on cue, the device’s button started to glow, as if telling you to press it. As you did so, a cable sprouted from the back of the device and latched onto the back of your right hand. Suddenly, you felt electric shock and numbness all over your body. It spasmed a little and you experienced a mild headache before it suddenly cleared. You were in awe, because now you got all of Matt’s memories. It was more like if your brain was a computer, then you have added all of Matt’s memories as a separate folder that you could look into easily. Hence, you realized that Matt never saw you as a friend, but as someone he could use for good grades. He even was fucking your girlfriend from time to time! Soon, it became obvious that Matt loved to manipulate other people.
“You fake ass,” you glared at your reflection. “Can’t be mad at you, though. With a body like this, I would fuck anything that moves too.”
You attended all of Matt’s class without anyone suspecting anything. All have gone smoothly and everyone bought your nice guy persona. It probably helped that acting was a part of Matt already. After your last class, one of Matt’s friend, Trent, was calling you in the hallway.
Trent tapped your back “I got some nice booze. Want to try it out tonight, but don’t want to make it a party, too messy. Figured I could drag you in, since you’re one of my best bros.”You thought about it, this could be the opportunity to have your revenge on Matt.
***“Glad you could come.” greeted your bear-magazine.com opened the door to his room, welcoming you in. Trent’s room was like the typical jock’s room, pretty messy, a clear contrast to Matt’s.“So, where is the booze?” you questioned.
Trent’s back was facing you. You aimed the device at him and pressed the button. A jolt, then you were seeing a different view. You chuckled, turning back to see Matt’s body transformed into a statue. You press the remote again, the cable sprouted out, and your body spasmed a bit. You now had all of Trent’s memories.
Walking to the mirror, you were surprised at what you find while sifting through Trent’s memories.
Trent actually had a kink for leathers, and when you tried to look at his biker gears at the corner of the room, you were feeling aroused. In truth, Trent was not interested in motorcycling, only its leather gear. He decided to go motorcycling just to cover his kink. He just needed a justification as for why he bought the bear-magazine.com immediately took off your clothes, your dick straightenes up, fueled by the desire of getting into the suit. You put on one of the leather suits, sliding your toned legs and arms into it, and zipping it all up. You take some pair of socks from the closet and put it on before pulling on the Sidi boots. You put the helmet on and slid your fingers into the gloves. You were now fully suited.
Walking back to the mirror, you saw yourself in full leather gear. Trent’s libido was making your dick hard inside, so you pull off the special zipper on your crotch to let your dick free. It was a bit bigger than Matt’s. One hand started to rub it, the other was exploring your muscular body, feeling the leather against your firm skin. You clicked the toes of your boots, feeling its treads gripping to the floor and the tightness of it gripping your feet. The experience, combined with Trent’s libido was too much for you so you came straight to the mirror.
You looked back at Matt’s statue and found out that Trent was gay and attracted to the latter. An evil smirk crossed your lips as you removed your helmet and picked up the remote. A laser shot at Matt’s statue and his body turned back to normal.
“Ugh… What happened?” asked Matt as he held his head. “Dude?! Why are you dressed like that?”
The jock stared at your hanging dick dripping with cum.
“A man has needs.” You shrugged. “And don’t act all prude, aren’t you the guy who fuck his friend’s girlfriend?”
Matt raised an eyebrow. “Huh? Did someone lie to you?”
You shot daggers at him. “Cut the shit, bro. I’ve been inside your gorgeous body and now I’m inside your best friend.”
“You prolly don’t remember my name, but I’m the kid who helped you for your exams,” you said through Trent. “Remember that time when you accidentally send me a bondage pic?”
Matt jumped back. “What?! Trent, h- how do you know that?!”
“Because I’m not Trent, dumbass!” you yelled. “But it doesn’t matter, Trent is not the one I have a revenge against, it’s you.”
“Wait! Wait! I got a lot of friends that you could like!” begged Matt. “Do you like old dudes? You can have my dad! Hell even my grandfather!”
“You really are an asshole,” you said before you pressed the button.
A flash of light blinded you. When your vision came back, Trent’s statue was in front of you. You looked down and caressed your hunky frame.
“It’s great to be back inside you, motherfucker,” you taunted your host.
You shot Trent with the remote and he came back to life.
“Aargh!” He gasped and noticed his sex suit. “Fuck! Matt, it’s not-”
“Shh.” You put your index finger on Matt’s lips. “I think you’re hella hot dressed like this.”
You removed your hoodie and bounced your pecs. “People change.”
Trent smiled and pulled down your jeans before he rammed his dick inside you. You moaned with Matt’s boyish voice and wrapped your sturdy legs around your friend’s waist. You bent your arms behind your head and flexed your chiseled torso. Meanwhile, Trent thrust inside you and licked your hairy armpits.
“I’ve wanted your tight ass for so long,” groaned Trent.
You chewed at your biceps while Trent bit your beefy pecs and pounded your ass. A mischievous smile sliced on your lips as you caught your reflection thanks to Trent’s helmet. Seeing Matt, the golden boy, the casanova, moaning and getting fucked lik a slut was putting you over the moon.
“GAAHHH!” roared Trent as he splashed your hole with jizz.
You squirmed and yelped before you leaned forward and kissed your friend.
The name is Misha. I have two sisters and three brothers but they’re not particularly involved in this story.
I’m eighteen. So I’m legal. Don’t worry. All the salacious things I do in this story are on the up and up. Before I show you what I look like now, I figure I should start at the beginning. This is how it started. Look at me.
I didn’t look half bad. But I had to get bigger. I had to get stronger. I have three brothers I have to catch up to. Three shadows to step out from under. I tried exercising and I joined gyms but nothing was helping. My body wasn’t getting bigger or stronger.
I was walking home. There he was. A guy I had seen a few times in the gym but he was bigger now than he had been two weeks ago. Taller. At least half a foot. Thicker. He was coated in sweat and playing basketball. He peered over and motioned me over.
“Come here.” He said with a smile that could moisten any woman up. His biceps flexed as he pointed at the ground in front of him. His pecs popped. Not gonna lie, my cock twitched.
“You trying to pump up? I see you at the gym a lot.”
That made his smirk widen. “Me, huh? What if I said you could… Be like me… And bigger?”
I looked at him. His thick full pecs. His abs. His thick biceps. They were big. I looked down. He saw my eyes trailing. He smirked and lifted his shorts. He showed off those thick thighs. Then he cupped his stuffed package.
“Like the view, little jock?” I could see the fat tube of his cock as he gripped his crotch and flexed his thighs.
He grinned. “Yes. Bigger… Here…. Here.. Here…” He patted his chest, biceps, thighs, then gave his cock a stroke. “And here…”
Something about it made my knees weak. Something about the way it pulsed within the confines of his shorts, throbbed between thick thighs. I wanted to see it.
He patted my shoulder. “Alright. Follow me. I got a gym for you to join.”
He laughed. “That’s not a gym. That’s bull. I go there to recruit people for a real gym. I find the ones with the most potential. And right now. It’s you. Name’s Blaine. Let’s go. The Himbo Project is where you need to be… Now first. What’s your name?”
The building he took me to didn’t look like much. But when I went inside it was not what I expected.
There were the usual pieces of workout equipment. But none of that caught my eye quite like all the men around. All the built. Sweaty. Muscular. Thickly built. Half naked. Tall. Jocks. The area had a circulating air purifier. But even then the whole building smelled of men. Of testosterone. Of raw pure masculinity.
One walked over. His eyes falling in me. He had four inches of height on me. His body glistening under the lights.
“Yo. Blaine. This the newbie?” The guy spoke with an accent. His pecs bounced with each breath.
“This is him. His name is Misha. Misha, this is Luis. He’s been with us for a month. He looked like you when he got here. He’s going to help you get stronger. Bigger. Luis, remember, no rough stuff.”
“Oh come on. The last guy liked it… ” Luis sneered and slapped his own pec. “Ok. Fine. Come on. Gonna give you your first case of Jock Brews. Will tell you how the different types of brew work. Then you choose whichever you want. Then… Well the fun begins…”
There are several kinds of Jock Serum. They came in cans that made me think of beer. Jock Serum: Original, Jock Serum X-Treme, Jock Serum XXXL, and Jock Serum XXXL Max.
“The original is good. Weakest type. Good for beginners.” Made sense. It was the largest can. Looking like a 32 ounce beer can. “The Max is the strongest stuff.” Luis explained. It’s why it comes in smaller bottles. Like those 5 hour energy drink shots.
“I want the Max.” Luis looked at me as I said that.
“You got balls, kid.” He said with a smirk. “This stuff is strong. And there’s side effects.”
Luis nodded and motioned to the small case on the table. “Take one and let’s go. Your training starts now.”
I emptied the small bottle. I felt the effects immediately. I could do do this…
I forgot how it’s been. Time just flew by during training. Strength, durability, stamina. It was grueling. I also downed so many of the tiny bottles; one at a time at first then I got impatient. I chugged four of them.
That night I underwent the biggest change. The pain surpassed everything else. Then came the pleasure. I called for Luis and he saw what I did… But, rather than rat me out, he took me to “the education annex” in the basement of the gym. He sat me down.
“You want to get bigger… Right? Look at you. Looking good. Better than before. Now though comes the real training…”
“Real training?” My chest felt tighter in my shirt. My biceps felt bigger.
“I’m going to put this VR headset on you… And you’re going to sit back… But first. Drink.” He held out a bottle of XXXL Max. Bigger than the others. I chugged it. He slid the VR set over my head. The earphones slid on comfortably.
“Hey, Bro. Can you hear me?” The voice echoed in my ears. “Stand up if you can. Good… Look at the colors. They’re nice, right? Sink into them. Like quicksand. Sink into the colors.”
I felt heavy yet weightless. I was standing. I had gotten up. On command.
“Time for you to learn what this whole gym is about, Bro. Gonna learn what the Himbo Project and the Serum are for. What you were selected for. You’re not just any guy picked up off the street. You’re a bro. Well, you will be. You will be soon enough. For now, sink into the colors. Swirling, pulsing, writhing light, let it burrow into your subconscious. Let my voice sink into your brain. Your cute tiny and soon to be shrinking brain. You’re smart. But you won’t be for long.
Here’s what I want you to do. You took that concentrated XXXLMax. It’ll hit you in a second. When you do, the pain is going to wash over you like a goddamn tidal wave. Fight through it. Bite your lip. Flex. That’s what you need to do. Flex. Feel it? Feel it now? Washing over you? Pulsing pain, throbbing pain, coursing through your body?”
The pain hit as he said it, as he spoke about it. It was like an electrical charge down my spine. I groaned, stars flashing before my eyes as the pain increased.
“Flex. Flex you stupid ass. Flex you dumb motherfucker. Flex!”
I raised my arm. It felt like lead. I flexed my bicep. Immediately, there was pleasure. It coursed through me, starting at the bicep then spreading out. Another pulse of pain and I gasped.
“Flex again. Come on, bro. You know you felt that. You felt that pleasure. Flex.”
I flexed again, my bicep thickening and bulging as I did so and the pleasure washing over me.
“Oh, Oh Fuck.” I groaned and writhed a bit on my feet.
“Good boy. Listen to my voice. Take it in. Let it sink into your mind. Your brain is shrinking. Your intelligence is slipping. All that matters is getting big, getting jocked, getting swole, bigger hot, getting sweaty. Be a bro. Flex.”
“You’re gonna be so stupid, bro. You’re gonna smile like an idiot when someone calls you dumb. Flex again. Both arms this time.”
I shuddered, both arms raised, flexed, and the pleasure increased, doubled, spread.
“You’re growing. Getting bigger. Your body is growing. Every time you flex, you get bigger. You get dumber. You feel it, don’t you? Yeah. Keep going. The bigger you get, the dumber you get. Flex. Yeah, don’t stop. You want to flex, you want to show off, you want to empty your brain. Thinking is an anchor, it keeps you from getting bigger, getting stronger, getting swole. Stop thinking. Don’t think. All you need to worry about is being a bro.
My biceps thickened. Ballooned. I felt them. I felt the muscles expand and with each expansion, I felt pleasure. I could feel it coursing through my veins. I was breathing heavily, panting.
“You are going to be a bro. A big muscle jock. A sweaty, smelly, stupid, strong, hot jock. You’ll live for being a bro. You’ll be a big muscle bitch. Yes, a bitch. That’s what you’re here for. This is what this training is for. To train you. To change you. To make you into what you want to be.
A whore. A big thick muscle whore. A dick pig. A cock slut. Make that jock hole between those thick cheeks a deep greedy muscle pussy.
You’ll exist to suck cock. You’ll live to get pumped. And get pumped; full of fat throbbing cock. Black, white, Arab, it doesn’t matter who it’s from. You’ll love it. You need it. You want your slut jock hole filled, used, gaped, abused, flooded, again and again.
I groaned, my body stretched and ballooned, I felt the growth. I felt my shirt getting tighter. Too tight. I felt hands on me.
“Stay still, bro,” Luis said. I could hear him through the headphones, far but he was standing in front of me. He tore the shirt open. It fell to the ground. I didn’t see it but I felt it.
The voice in my ears continued. “Get dumb. Forget your thoughts. Clear your thoughts. Think of getting bigger, swole, think of that, nothing else. Nothing else matters. Flex. Moan. Be a good bitch. A good muscle slut. Your thick perfect beefy ass will be desired by men all over. They’ll see it. They’ll want it. And you will be happy to give it up, to raise that juicy ass up, to beg them to fuck it, to pound it, to beat it into submission. You’ll straddle any and all men that present their cocks to you and you’ll ride, you’ll post, until they empty themselves into you, and then you’ll move to the next man, and repeat, again and again. This is what you’ll be.”
Images flashed across my eyes. Images of men. Jocks. Muscular. Hot. Sweaty. Dumb.
“Look at them. Bros. Sweaty. Stupid. Swole. Big. Thick juicy cheeks. See them? You’ll look like that soon.
Watch those cheeks. Watch them jiggle. Watch them work.”
The two jocks stripped out of their singlets. Muscles flexing. Bulging. Thick biceps and full round pecs. They approached a man. He’s got a muscle gut. Wearing a hat that says Coach.
“Love Coach. Follow his orders. Coach is King. Coach is God. Coach will send you to the men who’ll use you. You exist to be used. To be a pumped up fuck pig contantly hungry for cock, insatiable. Watch them work. Watch them twerk. Dance. Flex. Now, bro. Flex.”
My pants felt tight. I flexed again. My shorts ripped down the side.
“Watch them work. Watch them suck. Watch them swallow that daddy cock. That could be you. That will be you. You’ll be a jock. You’ll be dumb. You’ll be horny… And always prepared to flex.”
I removed the headset. Luis was standing there. Smirking. Cock bulging his shorts. He was slowly stroking it. He had watched me.
“Mirror. Go look at your new body… Enjoy it… You’re going to get bigger soon… If you like what you see… Come thank me. On your knees…jock slut.”
Jason swore loudly and had to resist the urge to throw his controller down, pissed that he kept dying cause of the game’s stupid glitches (Also known as own mistakes). Still, he regained his composure, and smiled before saying
"Alright chat, we’re gonna finish up this one and then we’re gonna move on to another game. There should be a poll on top for what we do next"
Jason was a moderately successfully game streamer, averaging about 200 to 300 viewers a night, entirely based on his wit and skill. He knew for sure that they weren’t coming for his looks, given his weedy, thin frame, overly pimpled face and large, nerdy glasses. Still, it was enough for him, and he was happy with the progress that he’d made.
As Jason got himself set up for the next game, he heard a shocking sound from above him. The victory theme from one of his favorite JRPGs was blaring through the speakers, and he came up, staring at the screen in shock. He knew what that sound meant. That meant someone had tipped him one thousand dollars, completely out of nowhere.
He looked in shock at the notification on the stream, seeing that it was from someone named JockBro69, with the simple message "Can’t wait to get to know you better, cutie~"
Jason was completely stunned. Not only had someone actually redeemed the donation goal that he set as a joke (That being that whoever was stupid enough to tip 1000 dollars got to have a 15 minute private chat with him), it was also someone that he’d never seen in his chat before.
Thoroughly weirded out, but knowing that he had to honor his commitment, he sent the guy a quick private message.
"Dude, I don’t know how to thank you enough! Guess I’ll see ya pretty soon!"
With that, he sent the man his private zoom link, and said goodbye to the chat, who were still going wild over this turn of events, before pausing,the stream and hopping over to discord for the call.
Not two seconds after his stream stopped, he got a requested video call on discord from the guy, and he opened it up, giving a second for the video to load, but when it did, he was completely dumbfounded again. He was expecting the mysterious donator to be some fat, sweaty silicon valley nerd with too much and money on his hands, but instead what met him was possibly the hottest man he’s ever seen, standing up and looking down at his webcam with a friendly expression.
"Fuck, bro! Its so good to finally fucking meet you, I’ve been such a big fan for a long time, and this is a really big deal for me~
The man had a deep, rumbling, pleasant voice, that shot straight down Jacob’s spine and left him feeling strangely… inadequate. Like the fact that his voice wasn’t as smooth or melodic as this guy’s was his fault, and he should be ashamed of that fact. Still, this guy was pretty pleasant to look at, Jason had to admit. He wasn’t gay, definitely not, but he could acknowledge when another guy simply looked good.
Jason scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not entirely sure of what he should do or say. Still, this guy spent 1000 dollars on this meeting, so he had to try anyway.
"So, umm…. I see your username is jockbro69… What’s your actual name thought? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in chat before…"
The other man actually laughed at this, before looking confused and saying
"What are you talking about bro? Its me, Ethan! I’m in your chat all the time! Man, I guess what they say about playing games so much is true, huh?"
At this statement, Jason actually went pale with shock. THIS was Ethan? This was the guy who’s username used to be runningLink? Who was an active fan of the zelda series, constantly begged Jason to play them, and bemoaned the fact that no would date him? It just didn’t seem right…
Still, Jason, ever the semi professional, continued on, pretending that he wasn’t shocked at the news.
"Well, thanks for supporting me so much! Seriously, this means a lot to me… Ummm… so I guess tell me some of your favorite things about the channel then!"
The man laughed again, the sound coming out in a slow, dumb chuckle, before saying
"What’s my favorite thing? Do I even have to say, bro? Its the amazing piece of eye candy I’m looking at right now. You’re super hot, bro~"
At this, Jason was shocked, but he chuckled awkwardly while blushing, and said
"Really? I don’t think I’ve ever heard a single person say that before. I guess I consider myself slightly below average…"
The guy looked confused at that, before pressing on
"Really, bro? You look super hot to me, you got those bright, blinding blue eyes that you can just get lost in~"
At this point, Jason knew the man was just messing with him. His eyes have always, and will always be a dark, muddy brown, hidden behind his massive frames. Jason was about to respond, when Ethan continued
"Yeah, and you got that super stylish haircut too, really makes you look super masculine~"
Now Jason was REALLY confused. The guy was right, he did always get complements on his eyes, the bright, shocking blue visible and striking even through his huge glasses. But his hair was always a long, unkempt greasy mess.
"Ethan, are you sure you’re okay, you’re not just seeing things? Cause I don’t know what you’re talking about"
Ethan ignored the comment, just continuing to press on
"And you’ve got that hot, manly face, with your strong jaw and amazing profile"
Jason was confused again. Sure, his stylish haircut did help him look much better, but his face had always been pretty androgynous, with hints of baby fat still present in his cheeks. Again, before he could interrupt, Ethan continued,
"And you’ve got that smooth smooth skin, that hot stubble, that sexy smirk of yours. You’re the full package bro~"
Jason laughed at this. Ethan was clearly being way too complementary. Sure his face had a great shape to it, with strong cheekbones and a square jaw, but his skin was still acne marked as hell, his smile was crooked and awkward, and he’d never been able to grow any facial hair, no matter how much he tried.
"I really have no idea what you’re talking about Ethan. Sure I’ve got some good features, but the overall package isn’t much to write home about~"
Ethan smirked again, his eyes lighting up with humor, as if he knew something I didn’t.
"Nah, bro, you’re underselling yourself. Plus, you’ve got that body~"
"What about my body? I think its pretty average, though I guess I’m a bit on the skinny side…"
Jason looked down at himself, trying to contemplate what Ethan meant. Sure, he’d been blessed with an attractive, manly face, but it didn’t change the fact that his body was still below average at best.
"Again, bro! Putting yourself down. You really think those massive logs you have for arms are below average?"
"And what about your legs? You’ve spent so long working on em, you’ve got thighs and glutes to kill for~"
"I dunno man! Most people say the exact opposite. They say I spend too much time on arms and not enough on my torso and legs. What can I say though? I love having big, beefy arms."
"Of course you do, bro? Who wouldn’t? Especially when right in between em, you got your big, pillowy chest, your sexy abs, and your super toned back~"
Jason was seriously starting to wonder if Ethan was on something. Anyone could clearly see from first glance that Jason’s body was badly proportioned, his arms and legs being massive from months to years of work, while he neglected his back, pecs and ab muscles. Still, he thought he looked pretty alright honestly.
"And I especially love how you’re not only super sexy, you know it and flaunt it~ I don’t think I’ve ever seen you once wear a shirt. The most you’ll wear is a necklace, and even then, not like that covers anything, bro~ Only makes you look sexier"
Now here Jason had to disagree. He knew that he had cultivated and developed an amazing body over his years of going to the gym, but that was all for his own personal satisfaction. He never flaunted it unnecessarily, especially not during a stream.
"And I love the fact that you’re such a fucking bro, bro. Every other word out of your mouth is bro and dude, you can’t go even five minutes without flexing and thinking of fucking, or going to the gym, or hanging out with your other hot bros. We all know that your brain is basically only good for working out and looking hot. No smart’s up there. And you’ve got your deep, sexy voice, too. Makes it even hotter that you’re a gay bro, just like me"
Jason HAD to laugh at that. What the guy was saying was just so ridiculous.
"What the hell are you talking about? Look, I know that I like to show off my sexy body a lot, but that doesn’t mean I’m some kind of dumb jock. And I’m definitely straight, dude. Don’t know why you’d think I’m gay"
Ethan pressed on, completely unabashed by Jason’s last comments.
"But you know the best fucking part, bro? Its that power of yours. The fact that any weak ass nerd who looks at you and your huge fucking muscles grows into a hot, dumb bro like us within seconds~"
Jason was busy flexing, staring at his own bicep in awe, as if he was shocked by him impressive he was. He looked up at Ethan blearily, saying
"Sorry, bro, what’d you say? I guess I got a bit fucking distracted. Huhuhu. But who could blame me~"
"Nah, it was nothing bro. You don’t need to worry about it. Now should head back to the stream?"
Jason gasped in excitement, having forgotten entirely about the fact that there was a whole stream audience full of lame ass nerds, just ready for him to make as sexy as he and Ethan were.
Jason left the call, going back to the stream and restarting, glad to see that a full 300 people were still watching, even through the extended break. The second he turned his camera on, he could see that people were confused for some reason, saying a stranger broke into his house. How stupid could these people be? How did they not recognize him? Still, not like it would matter for long…
"Hey bros! How’re we all fucking doing? Welcomes to today’s stream…"
He trailed off, looking blankly at the camera, before saying
"You know what? Fuck video games! Who needs them when you can do this~"
And as his pecs bounced and bounced hypnotically, the chat slowly transitioned from messages like "What the fuck is happening?" or "Who is this dumb jock?" to "Fuck, bro! Your pecs look so fucking hot today!" and "Huhuhu, I love making my pecs bounce like Jace’s~"
And so the stream continued, Jace showing everyone all the amazing things his body could do, while anyone that was watching, whether they wanted to or not, began to copy him exactly. And as the stream went on, the viewer count rose, and rose, and rose…
Carl, Benjamin and Jonas watched Jason’s stream in Carl’s basement, connecting it to the LED screen. The 3 nerds, fellow players live in the town nearby to Jason’s, actually know Jason rather personally due to their residence proximity.
But when this shirtless jock appeared on Jason screen, the 3 nerds were surprised.
Even before they were able to finish their argument, Jace already bounced his pecs with Ethan joining the stream providing this deep, chuckling noise as the background. Soon, the 3 string beans college sophomore started to grunt and moan as their bodies started to grow
It doesn’t take long before the 3 college sophomore Cole, Brad and Joe already lost in their own lust, ready to get the fuck out from Cole’s basement to have the proper summer in the sunny beach by day and partying hard with their fellow frat boys by night. But first, they gotta show Jace how big of a mess they created with their load for a chance to collab in Jace’s future stream.
The usual story is that the jock needs extra tutoring from a nerd but what if we flip that script, the geek is failing gym class, he is required to take tutoring from a sports start to bring him up to speed with the coaches expectations at any cost.
He couldn’t put it off any longer. Trent had waited until senior year to take his required one year of gym in high school. Even though he was 18 and could legally just not go to high school if he wanted to, then his chance at being this year’s valedictorian would be tarnished. Trent was quite your stereotypical nerd, although he made an effort to dress “cool” and like the jocks. Unfortunately, dressing like a jock didn’t turn him into one, and he was in danger of failing gym. If he didn’t get his gym grade up by the end of the third quarter, he would have to repeat senior year.
Of course, the school didn’t want that, so the gym teacher was forced to call in the top jock at the high school, Myles Reardon.
“Whatya wanna see me for?” Myles asked, as he cockily walked into Coach Dawber’s office.
“Oh yeah, he’s the fuckin’ smart nerd who gonna be valedictator or whatever it is.”
“Valedictorian, but yeah, so you know him. Well, he’s failing gym, which is not a sentence I ever thought I would say. He needs a tutor for gym, and I decided you would be the best person to tutor someone in gym.”
“Oh, uh, thanks, Coach, but I’m not a fuckin’ tutor.”
“It’ll look good on your college applications, Myles, especially if you want continuing playing football in college.”
“Fine, fine, Coach, I’ll fuckin’ do it!” Myles then logged onto his school email and sent Trent a message, setting up a time for their first tutoring session. It was going to be in the gym after school that day, and Myles wanted to see what he was working with. In his unfiltered opinion, Trent was pathetic. He could barely run a 400 without wheezing, and that was just at a leisurely jogging pace! He couldn’t do more than one rep of any exercise, and he was still doing the “cheater’s” push-ups, with his knees on the ground.
“So, unh, how, unh, did, unh, I, unh, do?” Trent asked, out of breath and sweating profusely doing stuff Myles could do in his sleep.
“Trent, I’ll be fuckin’ honest. You’re a fuckin’ pathetic nerd who probably gonna isn’t pass gym because you’re such a fuckin’ weakling.”
“Well, ya needed to fuckin’ hear it, nerd. I need to find a way to make you pass gym, and right now, it would take a fuckin’ miracle for you to pass looking like that. I’ll email ya when I come up with a solution.”
“Oh, um, okay,” Trent said. He was relieved to be done with an extra session in the gym today, and couldn’t wait to go home and do his AP homework. Myles, on the other hand, looked up all of his homework answers online before searching the web for a way to solve his pesky Trent problem. There were a lot of searches on how to build muscle fast, by working out and dieting, but Myles knew he needed a one-click solution, so to speak, and so he kept searching.
It took a few days, during which Trent couldn’t even fuckin’ hold the rope in the gym without falling over, before Myles stumbled upon a solution. Coach had told him to solve this problem through any means necessary, and while this was a bit extreme, it would do exactly what Myles wanted. He had to spend a bit of Coach’s money to get the stuff, but if the board wasn’t going to be breathing down his back anymore, then Coach would spend as much as Myles needed!
Trent dreaded his next tutoring session with Myles. He had tried incorporating more protein into his diet and practicing exercises like Myles had told him to, but in Myles’s own words, he was still some “weak pathetic fuckin’ nerd”. He was a bit surprised when he walked into the gym and Myles was sitting behind a table filled with a bunch of different equipment. “What’s that all for?” he asked the jock.
“Well, Trent, this is gonna solve all of our fuckin’ problems. I found this shit on the web that will turn ya into a jock with little effort on your end.”
“Myles, I don’t really like the sound of that. I just want to pass gym.”
“Trent, dude, you’re never gonna fuckin’ pass gym if you don’t fuckin’ do this shit! Do you wanna repeat senior year like some dumbass bitch?”
“No, no I fuckin’ don’t! Okay, okay, so what the fuck do I need to do?”
“First off, drink this. According to the website, it’s a mix of protein, anabolic steroids, and HGH. It will make you bigger in minutes, if not seconds.”
“Is this stuff even legal?” Trent asked. Myles just glared at the nerd, who accepted the glass full of this strange concoction and chugged it. As he slammed the glass back down on the table, his muscle growth started instantaneously. Both men watched as Trent got bigger and bigger and soon rivaled the size of Myles himself!
Trent admired his newly muscled body, but wasn’t sure how that was going to solve his problem. “So what’s next?”
“Here, put these on,” Myles said, tossing him a pair of VR goggles and headphones. “There’s a lot of complicated science shit before this you would probably fuckin’ understand, but it’ll turn you into a jock in mind as well.”
“Nah, dude, the goggles only go over your eyes, not the back of your head.”
“Whatever this all fuckin’ is, Myles, is it fuckin’ reversible?”
“Okay.” Trent put the devices on and then turned them on. As he expected, a mix of visual and audio hypnosis, as well as subliminal messaging and binaural beats quickly hypnotized him into thinking he was a jock. Along with messages like, “You are a jock. You love to work out,” the hypnosis or brainwashing also gave Trent tips and tricks on how to do the actual workouts, just like someone like Myles or Coach would do.
As the brainwashing commenced, Myles was trying to find out if this shit was permanent or not. He eventually found the page he bought this shit from, and he got his answer once he scrolled down to the bottom of the page. In big red letters, it read, “THE JOCKIFICATION PROCESS IS NON-REVERSIBLE. WE ARE NOT LIABLE FOR ANY UNWITTING CHANGES INTO A JOCK. NEITHER THE SOLUTION NOR THE BRAINWASHING CAN BE REVERSED.”
“Oh shit, oh fuck,” Myles said to himself. Coach had wanted him to get Trent to pass gym by any means possible, but this was taking it too far. Trent was already well into the brainwashing process, so there was no use in taking the devices off. Eventually, Trent took them off himself and smiled at his fellow jock.
“Like, thanks, brah!” Trent said. “Ya really fuckin’ helped me in my jock journey, dude! How can I ever repay ya?”
“Yeah, brah, I can do that!” Gym soon became Trent’s favorite class, and the one he excelled in. However, to the school’s detriment, Trent was in danger of failing all of his other classes. The jockification process had caused a decrease in general knowledge, and Trent was no longer in the running to be valedictorian, and all of the colleges he applied to soon rescinded his acceptance. He was somehow able to eke his way to graduation and walk with his fellow seniors, but instead of going to Yale and double-majoring in astrophysics and biochemistry, he was going to Notre Dame and studying business for athletes, having gotten on their football team.
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“Sort of, and I think you mean lack thereof, it’s—..”
“Duh, your cock!! What else?! That thing is obscene.”
“I think the fuck you do. I tell you that I need to get some studying done for once and you’re all the sudden a twunk and packing ?”
“I don’t know what you mean, it’s always been 10 inches.”
“I know for a fact it hasn’t. And stop growing! What was the point of forming a study group if the one twiggy brainiac of the group is too horny for his own good and only twiggy when he wants to be?”
“That sounds like a question only you can answer… But in all seriousness, I can’t get this thing to stop growing. Any chance you could help a bro out?”
“‘Bro?’ You were a valedictorian, you’ve never talked like that.”
“Tick tock, bro, you’re just making it even… *grunt* bigger…”
“*sigh* Why not? I guess I’ll study for biology in a more hands-on way.”
The adventures of jim and zim…2
NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM bear-magazine.com WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)
So I still can’t really believe what’s happening. I’m on my way to the mall with my abusive foster father, but it’s not really Jason because he’s been possessed by a humanoid alien named Zim who wants to find the perfect host that’ll let him have fun and also give me the father I’ve always wanted. Pretty rad, huh?
“So…how did you learn to drive so fast?” I ask as Zim cruises along to the mall, with me in the passenger seat.
“Even if I didn’t absorb all of Jason’s knowledge and abilities- hello? Intergalactic space travel and whatnot!”
“Yeah, but you crashed,” I retort with some sarcasm.
“Oh you’re lucky it’s me in control, you little fag. I can feel Jason’s personality boiling right now!”
“It’s okay! Feel free to let him slip out more often. I kind of like it…”
“Don’t interrupt me, you queer!” Jason’s body growls at me before winking subtly, letting me know Zim is playing along.
My shorts start tenting against my better judgment, making Jason shake his head in disgust, turning me on even more.
We arrived at the food court and just talked while we waited for someone fun to try out, but I couldn’t help but wonder about the morality of all this. I mean, I know last night I made it seem like I had things pretty rough, and I did, but is it really okay for me to allow even someone as awful as Jason to be enslaved against his will? I was never one to focus on the negative side of life anyway, so I don’t feel like I’m getting something I deserve. It’s impossible to deny the desire and want that burns within me though…I-
“You know I can read your thoughts, right?” Zim says with food in Jason’s mouth. He finishes devouring the last bite of burger and then looks me right in the eyes, projecting his thoughts into my mind as he assures me that no child should be an orphaned, abused, victim of the system, that desires are nothing to be ashamed of, and that Jason will be more than happy because he won’t know any better. Then he leans in so close I can feel Jason’s hot breath on my neck as he says, “besides, a little queer like you can’t resist having a sexy Daddy to fill your tight boycunt at night.” Zim uses Jason’s tongue to slowly lick the side of my neck, making me yelp as powerful desire surges through my body. As much as I hated Jason in his previous life, I can’t help but get hard.
“See, I knew you were a queer,” I hear Jason’s voice say as he grabs my package through the fabric of my shorts. “This is for me, isn’t it?” He presses on as he begins squeezing and rubbing me. I’m groaning, trying to keep some form of compsure. Luckily, before I start leaking precum he stops and points out a lone Daddy candidate, a super buff and strong looking walking hulk of manly sex appeal.
There are some people around him, but within a minute or two they all disperse, leaving this sexy stud all by himself…with no witnesses.
“Maybe. But my ideal Daddy is more about attitude than age. And he has to smell like a Daddy.”
“Well let’s test him out!” Zim says as he stands Jason up and gives me a directive nod as he starts walking over.
“Okay I’m about to slip out of Jason. He’ll be a little disoriented, but he’ll be pliable. Just feed him suggestions and he’ll absorb them as his own thoughts and motivations. Ready, you little cunt?”
“unnnnnnnnnnggggggg,” Jason’s body moans and quivers with pleasure as Zim rearranges and travels through him, popping out of his mouth and onto my fingertips as Jason is left in a momentary daze, finally giving me the chance to see my small humanoid alien friend for the first time.
Jason leans in real close and whispers, “Don’t worry- I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve and I think this one will work best for this plan. I can remotely control up to two bodies when I’m outside a vessel.”
I’m amazed by the computational capacity of Zim’s mind that he is able to simultaneously see, think, and act for himself and Jason, but without a hitch he makes Jason go over and distract this hunk long enough for me to drop the green Zim in that bowl of salad.
“So yeah, that’s my routine for shoulders and pecs. Hope that helps,” the hot stranger says to Jason as he absentmindedly prepares another bite of salad.
“Bet it’s a lot of hard work to maintain a body like that.”
“Yeah. It’s tough, but the rewards are worth it. Trust me. Once you get your dream body, the world is so much more fun.”
“Can’t wait to find out.” Jason says as this stranger pulls the fork into his mouth, ignorant of the fact that Zim had hopped on board.
Before the hunk can take a single bite, Zim zips down his throat, making the man grab at his throat and groan out in a panic. Jason grabs onto the man and starts what appears to be a Heimlich maneuver, but he’s actually just subduing the man as Zim’s physical form travels up the man’s brain stem, making him convulse and twitch and panic even more desperately.
I’m getting so aroused as I watch this hunk of a man be converted to a vessel and slave. His eyes just rolled to the back of his head and Jason lets his slumbering form sink into his seat as Zim absorbs this man’s essence and consumes the part of his brain responsible for free will.
“Patience is a virtue.” Jason responds. “Don’t worry though. Only takes a minute or two. Say, you really are a queer whore for Daddy cock.”
“You’ll let me slide this thick cock inside your tight boycunt. You know you want it, you fag. My Daddy seed filling you up will make a fag like you feel whole and complete,” Jason whispers seductively as he leans in and twists one of my nipples just a little too rough, making me yelp in pleasure and pain. “God damn, you really are a fucking queer.”
“Like I give a shit. Long as you agree to suck my cock some, like a good fag.”
I just nod my head as Jason’s cruel and straight guy personality fulfills my darkest sexual kinks.
“Whoah! Rick! You okay?!” Two of this stranger’s gym bros holler as they come over just a moment before Zim finishes absorbing the last of Rick’s mind, assuming full control as he leans back and slips into character.
“Yeah, bros! Just needed to rest my head for a sec. Not everyone can handle the workout I just destroyed,” Rick says with Zim in full control.
Jason and I wait a few meters out as Zim satisfies these bros with a little more conversation to put them at ease before he struts over to our table, oozing confidence and vascular sex appeal.
“Jason, go home. Live your life as usual until called upon,” Zim says with a tone as sharp as a scalpel.
“Actually, call me Rick whenever I’m in this vessel,” Rick says with a grin as he lifts his arm and begins sniffing all that musky and manly sweat leftover from that workout.
“Yes, Rick,” Jason says before his facial expression returns to its usually serious and mean look as he walks back to his car.
Meanwhile, Rick has really been going at it, getting lost in his own euphoria as he begins rubbing his hands all over his body, moaning as he feels the ripples of his own muscle definition.
“Hey Baby. Yeah. Yeah. Hey listen, I’m a little swamped with projects from the office. Won’t be able to see you for a few days. Oh don’t you worry. I’ll make it up to you,” Rick says with so much seduction wrapped around that last line that my cock starts getting rock hard for the billionth time today.
“Come on, Zim. You want us to call you Rick when you’re inside him. What would Rick say? You’re sounding all hyper intelligent alien again.”
He doesn’t say another word. Rick just changes his facial expression from that curious and satisfied grin to one of cockiness and pride.
“Got a bitch with a real hungry cunt waiting on me.”
“She’s a good gal, but man that pussy between her legs drives me wild.”
“Milks all the juices straight out of me. My girl doesn’t like to fuck clean. Likes a little…riiiisssskkkk,” he whispers into my ear as he’s so close to me I can feel his scruff gliding and scratching along my face, sending what feels like currents of electricity coursing down my spine.
“I know I’d have a great time with that tight cunt, but something tells me your boycunt wants my meat even more,” Rick says with dominance as he reaches his strong hands down to my crotch and cups me in his large and strong grip, making me gasp as I dart my eyes around to make sure no one is watching.
“Shut up, slut! Let Daddy decide when it’s time to find somewhere more private. Besides, you haven’t even asked to smell me yet.”
Fuck me I’m so hard right now as Rick keeps massaging my balls and caressing my precum leaking cock through my shorts. This is so embarrassing, I mean for fuck sake what if someone sees me?! But I can’t deny…how much I’ve always wanted this to happen.
“Rick!” I hiss with elation, “Daddy! Please can I smell your manly pits. Can your boy take in your sweaty masculine odor. Pleeeeeease.” I begin cautiously reaching to touch him when Rick firmly grabs both of my hands and brings them to his strong pecs.
“Squeeze that muscle you little boycunt. Feel Daddy’s muscle,” Rick grunts.
I begin caressing his strong chest through his tight shirt, making him grunt with satisfaction as I find his sensitive nipples and begin circling them with my thumbs while I cup and squeeze his massive pecs in my hands.
“Car! Now! I can tell how much you want it, whore. Ahhh fuckkkk yeah my nips are sensitive.”
I’m surprised in the best way as Rick immediately stands up, grabs the front of my shirt in his tight fist, and literally drags me behind him as I struggle to walk in line with his quick pace. Before I can even express concern though, he growls, “I don’t give a fuck who sees. I want the whole world to know I own you.”
“Ohhhhh thank you, Daddy,” I moan as the kinkiness makes me shiver and leak so much precum I can feel it dripping down my thigh.
“Holy Shit! That’s your car?!” I ask with giddy excitement.
“You should see the one I have back home. This is my day car. I don’t care if this one gets a little…messy. And don’t forget we’re just test driving! Gonna have way more adventures before we find your permanent Daddy. But for now get your queer whore mouth over here and suck on these pits!” Rick says as he pulls his shirt off, revealing the sculpted muscle mass and ridges of his pecs and abs.
We’re finally in the safety and privacy of Rick’s ride as I feel all of my desires burst to the surface. My mouth finds itself latched onto Rick’s sweaty pits like a vacuum cleaner as I take all that musky hair in my mouth, sucking all his grimy odors and licking him clean.
“Yeahhhh, really get in there. Use that tongue, cunt. Lick me. Taste me! Clean your Daddy!” Rick howls as he grabs the back of my head and presses me hard over his pit, locking m in place and making it impossible to breathe anything else but his manly filth. I grab at his arms, overwhelmed and needing a break for fresh air, but he keeps me firmly locked onto his musky pit until I feel like I’m seeing stars. Finally, he pulls my head off him, chuckling as I gasp for breath.
“Don’t even say a word. Your little boy cock speaks louder than words,” Rick says as he darts his eyes on the dark damp patch on the front of my shorts. Shit, my body is so overwhelmed by desire. I hope I have enough juice left to actually blow a load because this flow of precum is insane.
“You know, Jim. I don’t know if this body is proper Daddy material. I think you deserve someone a little hairier and…sloppier. But Rick will still make a good slave,” I hear my extraterrestrial friend say with Rick’s thick and velvety baritone before kicking his car into high gear and speeding off.
We’re cruising along and jamming out to Rick’s tunes as I hungrily lick and suck on Rick’s upper body, enjoying his reaction when I latch onto one of those dark and hard nipples, making him twitch a little until I get brave enough to reach down and rub his firm meat through the soft fabric of his exercise shorts.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT!” Rick starts shouting as he cringes from head to toe, grinding his teeth and arching his back, fingers gripping the steering wheel so tight they go white.
“SOMETHING WEIRD I- UNNNNGGGG FUCK! THINK I JUST FINISHED PROCESSING RICK’S SEX DRIVE I-AHHHHHHH MY SHIT UNNNNGGGGGG- CAN’T TAKE THIS HORNINESS MAN! GOTTA TAKE A BREAK!” Rick yells as I see my tiny green friend emerge from his ear and plop onto Rick’s shoulder as Rick’s body convulses briefly and I feel Rick’s hard meat start vibrating and pumping as a flood of warm cum fills his shorts. Gosh, for some reason I kept my hand tightly gripping Rick’s meat, but ohhhh I’m so glad I did. And lucky we were at a long red light!
Rick’s entire body shudders before relaxing in time for the green light.
“Sometimes that just happens. I can’t process a stud like Rick’s sex drive all at once, so it will just crash down like a wave later. Thought you’d enjoy it,” Rick says with a wink.
I forgot about Zim’s neat trick. He’s sitting on Rick’s sculpted shoulders, but he can still see, feel, and control Rick from a first person perspective in his mind. Sort of like some hybridization of telepathy, mind control, and possession. I do have one unanswered question though: “Did you just cum?”
“Well Some guys will spontaneously cum when I enter or exit…And Rick was already aroused anyway…I had to get out because I can still control him from the exterior, but the sensory overload from earlier was dampened to manageable levels. Don’t worry, though. That one didn’t count. So many more loads in these big nuts ready to be churned into your whore mouth.”
Zim’s physical form is getting a little weak, so I watch in awe as he seamlessly turns Rick’s head and opens his mouth as Zim reaches in and scoops out some of the salad Rick had been eating earlier.
“Thought I’d save some for the road,” Rick remarks as Zim hungrily devours the moist lettuce leaf shreds.
“Fuck I’m hot!” Rick exclaims as he flexes a bicep and smirks. Meanwhile, I’m trying to build up the courage to grab that cock…skin on skin this time. And with Rick’s powerful persona I’m afraid he’ll beat the shit out of me if I don’t ask for permission.
“…Can I?” I ask meekly as I slowly reach my hand for his crotch.
“Better get to work you fag. Better be as good or better than my girl!”
Rick keeps cruising as I pull his moist shorts down, surprised when that cum soaked cock springs back up harder than ever.
“Yeah you cunt, use my old jizz as lube. Pump my slick man cock. You know you want to.”
He lifts his ass up to let me pull his shorts and compression shorts down past his knees.
I don’t respond. I just lean down and close my eyes as I smell that beautiful 8 inch work of thick sexual art. The smell of his natural manly odors mixed with the musky sweat from his workout earlier and his fresh and warm cum is scent nirvana. I lean down even more and see a little puddle of cum resting undisturbed on top of Rick’s trimmed bush. Looking up, Rick gives me a subtle wink, reminding me that Zim is still in control and emboldening me enough to move my mouth over that spot of cum and close my lips around it, moaning as the salty cream ignited my taste buds and left me wanting more! I nibbled on Rick’s pubes, making him grunt a little from pain as I hungrily yanked and tried to find more delicious cum!
I know what I have to do to get more! Leaning back up I sniff my way up Rick’s shaft, licking up as much old cum as I can before I start poking his piss slit with my tongue. I start swirling my tongue around that thick cock head, closing my mouth around it and literally trying to suck out any juices that are still trapped deeper up in his piss slit.
“ohhhhhhhhh Jim FUCK you really are a hungry little cunt! You wanna swallow this meat?”
I don’t answer. I just part my jaws and begin gliding him deeper inside me, feeling that shaft go smoothly into my mouth until he’s gliding down my throat and I feel my nose nestled firmly against those musky pubes.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh YEAH JIM!” Rick growls as he grabs my head with his free hand and shoves me forcefully down onto his meat, shoving me up and down his cock so hard and fast that I gag as his cock spears its way down my unprepared throat. FUCK this kinda hurts, but I love Rick’s strength as he let’s me know he’ll use me however he wants. When he shoves me down onto his cock I couldn’t lift off even if I tried- his strong grip is impenetrably tight around the back of my neck and head.
I want to show how enthusiastic I can be. That even when I’m being used to capacity I can still give back. Catching Rick off guard I begin tightening my throat with his cock still inside me, squeezing his dick and igniting every nerve ending in his meat as his spit and cum lubed dick glides through the tightened opening I’ve made.
“OHMYFUCKKKK!!!! UNNngGGGGGG I’m too fucking strong for you- OH SHIT SO GOOOOOD! YEAH TAKE IT!!!” Rick roars as he thrusts his strong hips against my face, forcing his meat even harder and faster down my throat.
“You son of a!!!!! UNNNNNGGGGGGG I need to be back in there! BACK IN THE BODY!!!!!!” Rick screams as he releases my head and uses the free hand to grab and massage his pecs, face scrunching up as he keeps thrusting into my face- without his strong grip to guide me I start thrusting my own throat down onto his thrusting cock, making his abs and thighs contract and pop with unprecedented vascularity as Zim’s physical form desperately crawls back into Rick’s open mouth!
Right as Zim resumes full sensory control of Rick, it starts! His hips spasm so powerfully he’s lifted off his seat as his back arches and the veins on his neck look like they could burst from the pressure.
“FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK YEEEAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Rick roars as the full sensory overload crashes over him like a tidal wave as he pumps uncontrollably and recklessly down my throat, filling me with his warm juices. Load after load of endless delicious cum pouring into me! There’s so much I can’t swallow it all and it starts building up in my mouth, making Rick’s cock so unbelievably slick as he winces and yelps one last time, thrusting one last load into the puddle I’m struggling to contain in my mouth! I slowly withdraw, making Rick cringe from the pleasure as he feels the suction of my mouth glide all the way up to his cock head before releasing with a POP. As his meat slaps onto his lower abs he moans out as one last shot of cum dribbles out pools in his belly button.
Rick’s face shows the change in his mood as the roaring, almost animal-like dominance relaxes until it’s more like subdued dominance, finally becoming a sneer.
“You hungry whore. We’re definitely keeping this vessel. I like him,” Rick says with bone chilling coolness. “Now get up here and fucking kiss me. Let me taste him.”
I reach over Rick’s handsome and chiseled face, hiding the pool of cum I’ve stored in my mouth, ready to give him a pleasant surprise. Leaning in, Rick grabs me and yanks my lips onto his, forcing his tongue into my mouth and sucking forcefully. His eyes shoot wide open as he begins sucking on my mouth more and more ravenously, pulling me tighter onto him and swirling his tongue into my mouth as if to extract every drop of his own juices form my mouth. I feel and hear him moaning in gluttoned satisfaction into my mouth, the deep and velvety baritone making my entire mouth and chest cavity vibrate from the depth of his powerful voice.
Rick parks the car before Zim’s true form wiggles out of his ear and I hear Rick tell me to scoop the cum in his bellybutton into my hands. After getting that last lump of juices safely in my palms, Zim divebombs onto that puddle, rolling for joy as he devours the cum directly in his true form. My little friend vibrates with the joy and energy it gives him as he absorbs Rick’s seed. Telepathically he tells me that cum is his favorite form of vitality and sustenance, that in all the galaxy there is no equal food source. Getting greedy I lean back down to lick more cum off Rick’s somehow still hard cock, but before my lips can make contact I feel Rick’s strong arms push me back against my seat, locking me down as I witness Zim hop onto Rick and crawl up to his piss slit, sucking powerfully whilst Rick moans and squirms. Fuck, I wonder what that’s like- feeling the pleasure in Rick’s body as he sucks the cum out of Rick’s meat…
Zim reads my mind and gives me the next best thing as he yanks off Rick’s soiled underwear from around his ankles and a sweaty sock, tossing them both in my face before Rick’s hands go into position behind his head, elbows splayed out as he closes his eyes and shivers, surges of pleasure shooting up his chest and down his thighs as Zim finishes his meal.
Finally slowing down to a halt, Zim climbs back up to Rick’s mouth and slides back up to the brain.
“Oh yesssssss that was nice. Rick will be an invaluable source of energy. Next load is mine too. You already had your fill. Huff that sweaty sock and lick all the cum off those shorts. You earned that much, cunt. Really made this cock feel good. I have one more surprise for you though.”
I wait in anticipation as Rick remains still and speechless, getting slightly redder but otherwise not doing anything. Then I feel my own precum dripping again as Rick’s body starts dripping sweat as if he were in the middle of a power set at the gym. Our car suck already had him glistening, but this is just ridiculous! His neatly done hair is dripping musky fluid like a leaky faucet and the sweat that’s dripping down his face and beard! There’s even some dripping down off his nipples and splashing onto his rock hard and soaked abs.
“I control ALL of Rick’s systems when I’m inside him. Thought you’d like this one,” Rick says with a wink as I lunge at him, licking the sweat dripping down his thighs as I suck the musky sweat off his soaking wet bush and work my way up his god-like core and chest, savoring the saltiness and feeling overwhelmed by the stench filling his car. Zim relaxed the sweat flow, afraid of overly dehydrating Rick’s body right as I finished cleaning the sweat off his beard, swirling my tongue around that scruff and eventually finding my way back onto his mouth as he breaks character and pulls me in gently for a tender kiss, gripping me just tight enough with Rick’s strong arms to make me feel secure as we really get into our kiss, his scruff tickling my lips and neck.
“You know you were such a boycunt…I think you deserve a reward,” he says with a wink as he begins reaching his manly hands into my shorts, grabbing a hold of my throbbing boy cock as I gasp and shudder, almost convulsing as he begins forcefully pumping me with those ridiculously strong hands.
The adventures of jim and zim…1
(NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM bear-magazine.com WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)
Life hasn’t been easy these last couple of years. My name is Jim, and I’m an eighteen year-old victim of the foster-care system. Home to home, legal guardians exploiting me for the cash provided by the state. Neglect, bare minimum necessities provided, and occasional abuse are simply stitched into the fabric of my life. Being gay hasn’t exactly made this any easier. I came out to my most recent foster family and they kicked me out- pretty sure they’re gonna collect a couple more checks and then say I ran away or some shit. Lucky for me I’ve been crashing and showering at my friend Sarah’s house. I don’t want to intrude too much on her kindness though, so the other nights I try to find any shelter or dry spot that’s close enough to the high school that I can walk there in time for class. That’s the bare-boned stripped down version of my story, but I don’t get too severely depressed because I still have one thing going for me; I’m smart. Now, I know my occasionally relaxed grammar might suggest otherwise, but my test scores are at the front of the pack. The school was nice enough to pay for my SAT- it’s the beginning of junior year and I got a 2340 without any studying or prep. I get some shit about being a nerd and not working out and being strong, but I don’t have time for that. I have to make sure I can get a full ride to college because that will be the only way I can ever escape this life. It would be easier if I had a Dad to help me through this. I never met either of my parents since they died when I was too young to remember much, but sometimes I yearn for just a chance to meet my Dad. I obviously still wish I had a mom, but the absence of a father in my life is what has had the most long-lasting impact on me and my psyche. I hate to admit this, but I think this yearning has mixed in with my budding sexuality, making me crave a strong, hairy, and masculine daddy to hold me close at night and protect me from the evils of the world. But I digress…
Sometimes I get kind of lost in my thoughts while walking through the park at night. I know that sounds kind of dangerous, but trust me; in this town the most exciting criminal activity is a neighbor playing music too loud. And it’s really quiet here and it’s about the only time I have to just think and not stress about shit I can’t control. Some Friday night, huh? Most of my peers are out getting trashed and living it up, but I already have all my homework for Monday and Tuesday done, having worked all night long just to have the rest of my weekend to coast and go with the flow. The local shelter is 24/7 and never at full occupancy, so I can come and go whenever I want to. And Sarah is kindly washing all the clothes I own- which don’t even fill a single load of her washing machine, but hey- they’ll be clean. Nights like these when I’m strolling through the park by myself, surrounded by darkness, I wonder why I don’t feel worse about my life. Sometimes I legitimately ask myself why I don’t feel an urge to jump into the chilly lake and let the murky water flood inside my lungs and just end it all. I guess it’s because I just have this funny feeling. Whenever I feel surrounded by dark, I can’t help but look up at the stars and all their splendor and just know that something better is right around the corner. In fact, I’m not convinced that that bright celestial body is even a star. It seems to be getting closer…and it’s BURNING!!!! SHIT! I duck as quickly as I can as the burning mass flies overhead, ripping right through the tops of the trees above me before crashing about a quarter of a mile North. There might be some give or take, but based on its trajectory when it cut through the tree line I’d say that’s a safe bet. I crawl back up to my feet, watching the glowing cinders of falling leaves forming a trail for me to follow as I knowingly walk towards what could be adventure, doom, or both. The walk seems to take forever, but I know it’s not because I miscalculated; it’s more because the excitement is literally killing me as I freeze and stare at what appears to be a smoldering orb of spherically constructed metal. Well it’s almost spherical…there’s a hole or a released latch or something. Was someone riding this thing? How could they? That hole is like the size of a ping pong ball. You’d have to be a freaking gerbil or have the stretchiness of Mr. Fantastic to get through-“UUNNNNNNGGGGGOOOOOOMMMMMFFFFFFAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!!””” I scream as something small and agile flies into my mouth and begins intensely crawling down my throat, making it impossible to vocalize and scream for help. I try with all my might to push back and pull it out, but my desperate grip just slides off of its slick surface before it slides all the way down my throat, too far gone for me to reach. I feel it spreading through me, moving underneath my skin and entering every limb. I fall onto my back, shaking and squirming as this foreign entity latches onto my brainstem and begins breathing for me. Everything goes dark as the creature continues crawling, making me feel like electricity is coursing through every fiber of my nervous system as it prepares to enter my brain….
What the…Where the fuck am I? What happened to that orb? And the fucking monster! I grab at my throat and mouth, rubbing over my body, poking and prodding to see if I can detect an invader inside me. Nothing. Maybe it was just a dream? But that doesn’t explain how I got…Oh shit! This is my room I had at my most recent foster parents’ house. I gather myself, getting onto my slightly unsteady feet. Holy Shit, my head hurts. Whatever, I just need to find out what the fuck is going on. I mean for the love of-
“Good morning, Sport!” my asshole foster dad says with unusual cheer. God damn, I never noticed how sexy he was. That scruffy look works so well for him. And that nice and toned body, with all that sexy daddy hair sprinkled across his abs and chest…Wait why the fuck is he just chilling in boxers. And why is he being so chill?
“Jason, what the fuck is going on?!” I ask with potential concern for my own safety.
“I’m not the one you call Jason,” He responds, standing up and walking towards me.
“Jason, I don’t know how I got here, but I promise I didn’t come back on purpose! Is Mary here too? Please don’t tell her about this! Just let me grab my pants and I’ll be out for good,” I plead, remembering Mary telling me I would die if I ever set foot in their house again.
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about this vessel’s mate, Mary. She was…incompatible.”
“Jason, what the fuck are you talking about?! Incompatible? Vessel?!” I yell as I grab my head and try to remember last night.
“That’s it. Think. You’re different than most. Keep pushing.”
That’s exactly what I do as I navigate the corridors of my mind, unlocking what would be buried memories for most, vividly reliving the experience of being entered by a mysterious miniature alien-like creature. I think harder and harder until I remember the exact moment I lost control- in that moment I heard a voice telling me everything would be okay…
“And I meant it,” Jason, or whatever is inside Jason, responds.
“You’re a special one, Jim, and we’re connected now in more ways than you know. I just planned on piloting you until I could find a more suitable vessel, but when I saw all the pain and loneliness of your life I felt…I can’t even describe it. The abuse. The deaths. The absence of a father…The yearning for the gentle touch and romantic love of someone you can call Daddy…I felt it all. But I also felt your potential- your intellect. I brought you back to this place, and the one called Mary tried to confront me. I entered her body, but she was of an incompatible gender so her body evaporated. This one called Jason arrived as she finished disappearing, giving me the chance to enter him. Then, I tucked you in and waited for you to wake up so I could tell you all this. With me as your Daddy, we could have it all. I could have my vessel- a strong body to let me enjoy the fruits and delights of this world. And you could have your Daddy- someone strong and tough, a real man who can nurture you…who can fill you with his warm sexual fluids and make you feel complete…” This creature says before walking up towards me. I don’t flinch or recoil though. I know he is telling the truth.
“What should I call you?” I ask as he leans down and begins unzipping my pants.
“Call me Zim,” he says before opening Jason’s mouth and slowly swallowing my hard cock, making me gasp in surprise as he makes my whole body vibrate with pleasure, using Jason’s tongue to wiggle and slide that warm wet organ all over my cockhead, taking me deep as I feel my shaft glide along his wild tongue and my cockhead begins gliding down his throat.
“Ohhhhhh my- Zim you- OH!!!!! Wait- please wait- stop!” I gasp as I pull out of Jason’s mouth, making Zim look up at me with concern in Jason’s eyes.
“Did I displease you? I thought this was a fantasy of yours?”
“No, Zim you are right. I fantasized about Jason loving me many times, but with you here and inside him…I just can’t forget all that he put me through. And if you’re going to be my Daddy, well it just can’t be him. I can’t unknow what he put me through…”
“Don’t worry, Jim,” Zim says caringly as he gently caresses my cheek. “I completely understand. We’ll go find a body that you can call Daddy.”
“Oh don’t you worry about that. I’ve already reprogramed his brain. Whenever I’m not inside him he will be malleable and easy to manipulate, almost completely his old self; but I devoured the part of his brain that controls free will. He’s a fully independent human being, but he’s just not ALL there if you know what I mean.”
“Oh no, Jim! I left every brain cell of yours exactly the way it was when I got there. I want you to enjoy this and to be yourself.”
“Phew…Then I guess we should-““Head to the mall,” Zim interrupts me with Jason’s sexy voice. Jason winks at me and for just a split second I swear I can see a little twinkle in his eyes, as if my extraterrestrial friend was winking too.
Hayden and his himbo remote
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Hayden and Jerry were like a real-life odd couple, albeit with a few differences. Jerry was quite reserved, and he was a tiny Cuban-American twink. Hayden, on the other hand, was a himbo through and through. He loved having sex with other guys and working out at the gym. In fact, he never took an off day! Of course, he was in love with his body, and when he wasn’t taking almost-nude mirror selfies at the gym, he was walking around their apartment in just his jockstrap or a pair of briefs.
Jerry didn’t mind the view, and once caught Hayden jerking off in the living room in the middle of the day. He was feeling up his muscles at the same time that he was watching some hardcore gay porn, and it took a loud “AHEM!” from Jerry for the himbo to even notice that someone else was home. As much as Jerry loved being roommates with a himbo, it was a struggle at times. It was convenient, though, since they both went to the same college. He was studying neurochemistry, while Hayden was studying business for athletes and was in danger of failing out of that easy degree as well.
“Hey, wanna go to the gym with me and my bros, brah?”
“No, I need to study.” That was a common conversation between the two roommates, Hayden wanting Jerry to break out of his shell a little bit and go work out with him or hit the club with him. Jerry had no desire to work out, and he did infrequently go on dates, but they were usually at a coffee shop or in the park, and not in a club surrounded by half-naked men. Hayden never caught on that Jerry didn’t want to go out with him, even after he declined over and over again. It was partially because Hayden was such a himbo, but he also knew that Jerry needed to let loose.
It wasn’t good for him to be so uptight all of the time. It made for a shitty roommate, and Hayden wanted to change that. He called up one of his many fuck buddies, Gustavo. He was a twunk on the leaner side, normally not the kind of guy Hayden would hook up with, but Gustavo had a massive dick. We’re talking ten inches here, and Hayden loved every inch of it inside of his hole. Gustavo was actually pretty smart as well, but on the technical side of things compared to Jerry’s biological knowledge. “Hey, Gustavo, can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, man, but I already have two guys coming over tonight.”
“It’s not about sex, well, at least not like that, teeheehee! You see, I kinda wanna make my roommate Jerry into a himbo like me. And I wanna do it fast, you know. I put in a lot of fuckin’ time and effort, brah, to be a himbo, but I need this done in seconds or minutes, brah.”
“Hmm, interesting, very interesting, Hayden. Let me get back to you on this, okay?”
“Yeah, brah, but make it quick!” Hayden replied, as he went to open up Grindr and find a new dude to have sex with. He kept his eye on Jerry, who was still as uptight and reserved as ever, until Gustavo texted him that he had come up with a solution. Hayden would need to come over and pick it up, and Gustavo drilled it into him that they were not going to fuck today. He was a bit disappointed, but also pumped that Gustavo had found a way to make Jerry into the himbo he needed to be. He expected some big machine when he walked into Gustavo’s apartment, but instead the twunk handed him a remote.
“Here it is! I’ve programmed the remote with a bunch of himbo attributes that I found on the internet or that you have or both! I won’t bore you with the science behind it, as you won’t understand any of it, but you do need to aim it at your victim, Jerry in this case, for at least five seconds for that change to take effect. Understood?”
“Understood,” Hayden said, although he did try to cop a feel of Gustavo’s bulge. He swatted the himbo away, and Hayden left to go back to his apartment. Jerry was at class, of course, so all he needed to do was wait for him to come back and then his himbo transformation could begin! Luckily, Hayden was smart enough to realize that Jerry wasn’t going to go through with this willingly. He called up a member of one of the many frats on campus and asked them if they had any ropes and chairs he could borrow. He couldn’t bring them off-campus, unfortunately, but he could use them at the frat, and their basement was sound-proofed. So, Jerry got this text from Hayden, which he read after leaving class.
“Uh, I was at a party at one of the frats, and when I woke up this morning, everyone was gone and I didn’t know how to get back home.”
“Ugh,” he sighed, as he got the name of the frat from Hayden and started walking there. He would have told him to use the map app on his phone, but Hayden could barely follow directions as it is, and since it was in walking distance, it would be even worse. Jerry soon arrived at a frat that smelled like beer and sex even from outside. He knocked on the front door and a preppy frat guy answered.
“Yo, you must be Jerry! My bro Hayden said that you would be coming over any minute now! He’s in the basement. He had one too many to drink last night, and his hangover’s left him fucked-up, man!”
“Thanks,” Jerry said, as he followed the frat bro to the basement and started to walk down the creaky steps. That meant he didn’t hear the door close and lock behind him, and the basement was brightly lit anyways. He made his way down the stairs and turned the corner to see Hayden standing in the middle of the room next to a chair and some rope. “Hayden, man, what’s going on here?”
“Well, Jerry, I wanted to make you into a himbo, just like me, brah! But I knew that you weren’t going to change willingly, and I needed to change you fast. So, like, one of my fuck buddies made this himbo remote for me! But you need to stay very still while I change you, or there could be serious side effects, brah!”
“What the actual fuck, Hayden?! I’m fuckin’ leaving!” he screamed, running up the stairs, only to find the door locked at the top. Even as he banged loudly on the door and screamed for help, it was no use. Hayden made his way up the stairs as well and lifted Jerry up into the air. The tiny twink kicked, punched, and even bit Hayden a little bit, but the himbo didn’t back down until Jerry was tied up securely in the chair. He didn’t even need to tie the knots, as this was the same rope the frat bros used to initiate their pledges with. Hayden did add a underwear gag of his own making, secured behind Jerry’s head and out of reach from his hands.
“Let’s see. The first change should be muscles of course. Nice and big and curvy and juicy muscles, isn’t that right, Jerry?” Jerry’s eyes bugged out and he was mumbling through his gag for Hayden to stop this and for someone to help him. Of course, it was no use, and Hayden pressed down the muscle button for a little over five seconds. Jerry was forced to watch, and feel as well, as his muscles got bigger from head to toe. His traps to his calves more than tripled in size, and his pecs, abs, and biceps were all rounded and juicy, just like Hayden’s were. He would have marveled at how the remote was able to do all of this if it wasn’t so fucked-up!
“And a himbo needs to have a respectable cock and a juicy bubble butt too!” Hayden pressed that button as Jerry continued to try and break free. The rope was now digging into his muscles, and the chair seemed to be securely bolted to the floor, so there was no escape. The slight movement didn’t affect the remote, as Jerry looked down past his balloon-like pecs and watched as his flaccid cock grew a couple inches! He also felt himself getting a bit higher in his seat as his ass was getting bigger as well.
“Himbos have to be blonde, of course, teeheehee!” This change Jerry didn’t mind at all, but he was still pissed at what the end result would be. That meant he didn’t put up a fight this time around as Hayden pressed the button and his hair sooned changed to a vivid blonde color. However, he resumed his fight for the next change. “And a himbo’s wardrobe doesn’t consist of button-down shirts and khakis, brah!” Those had actually been torn to shreds by the massive muscle growth, but Jerry still didn’t want that change to take effect.
Moving in place and mumbling through his underwear gag still didn’t have an effect, though, as Jerry watched as his clothes on the ground reconstituted themselves or did something to change into a stringer tee with the sides cut almost all the way down to the base, a pair of booty shorts that surely would not cover his ass now, and a g-string that would also leave very little to the imagination once he put it on. Thankfully, Hayden didn’t stop to put them on him yet, but he knew it wasn’t long before he would love wearing these types of clothes.
“A nice pair of cock-sucking lips is something every himbo should have! And a tan too, but, like, brah, your skin’s already tanned, teeheehee!” Jerry was sure that the drop in intelligence was coming next, but he still didn’t want those obscenely big lips Hayden and the other himbos he had seen had. However, there was no stopping it, and when Jerry looked down and made a kissing motion with his lips, he could see just how incredibly plump they had gotten.
“And now for the grand finale!” Hayden said, with a smirk. “You look like a himbo now, Jerry, so all that’s left is for you to act like one!” Jerry tried his damndest to break free of the ropes and push the underwear gag out of his mouth, but it was no use. Hayden pressed down on the dumbing down button, and after five seconds had passed, Jerry could feel his intelligence draining out of him. It was almost like it was leaking out of his cock, only he wasn’t even leaking pre-cum. He had a dumb and vacant look on his face as his brain decided what knowledge he needed to keep and what could be replaced with tips on how to work out and sex positions, for example. A couple minutes passed before Jerry had a goofy grin on his face.
“Like, why’d you tie me up, Hayden? Is it, like, for a fun game we’re playing, teeheehee?”
“So it worked!” That conversation was going nowhere fast, and Hayden soon untied Jerry, who voluntarily got dressed in the slutty himbo clothes. It took quite a bit of explaining to quite a few people, but eventually, everyone just accepted that Jerry was now a himbo just like his roommate was. The two worked out and hit the club together, and they did have sex together more than once. As for Gustavo, he decided to patent his himbo remote and tap into the huge real-life transformation market!
“i’ve read that sexual harassment in the workplace actually increased with covid. isn’t that something?”
“I guess you think you know all about that, huh. Well, you know what I think? You want it, don’t you, baby. You need it. Fuck, you can’t even look at me! Well then look at my dick instead. You’re going to be up close and personal with it again real soon, don’t you worry.”
“Are you shivering?! That’s fucking adorable. Did you enjoy your little hiatus away from me? I guess you must have felt pretty safe at home, huh? Well, we’re back in the office now and I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones on the entire floor, too. So as you can see, I won’t be practicing social distancing with you.”
“When they asked me who needed to come back to the office in the first wave, I knew exactly who I wanted. I had to justify the request, but that was easy; I told them you’d be an indispensable help to me, and that you have certain that can’t be performed off-site.”
“It will be a while before they implement a second wave, so we’ll have plenty of time to get reacquainted in my office. It will be nice having a cum dump again.”
“Now, I want you to get out of your chair and give me a little welcome kiss.”
“No. Not on the lips, bitch; kiss it and tell it how much you missed it.”
“That’s better. Now come to my office. I want to see those pretty lips stretched around my cock. I’ve got a nice 4-day load to feed you.”
“You’re going to swallow every drop like the appreciative, grateful whore you are. And then I’m going to tuck you nice and safe under my desk.”
“You’re going to be my cock warmer this morning, understand? You’re going to hold it in your fucking mouth and be quiet and still. No sucking. And keep the drool off my pants. A few hours should help get you back in a proper state of mind quickly. And by then, I’ll be ready to fuck you. I bet your cunt is nice and tight again. We’ll fix that too.”
“Now look at me. I love it. I’m thinking you’ll look even prettier after a morning under my desk.”
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From boss to boyfriend, chapter six
“Ohhhh fuck,” I howled, my fingers smudging the pristine glass where they desperately gripped it. Mike battered down my back door and buried his engorged head deep inside me with one swift stroke. So much for slowing things down between us.
He clasped a hand over my mouth and growled, “Jesus, boy, quiet the fuck down.” The fabric of his trousers rubbed against my bare cheeks as he rammed between them. “God damn,” he muttered to himself with a slap of my ass, “always tight. Always so fucking tight.”
I watched his sunlit face’s reflection in the window, savoring every twitch of pleasure in his grinning expression. Hot breaths scorched the hairs on the back of my neck. Moaning wildly, I let my ecstasy pour out into his firm, warm palm.
His body engulfed me, thick arm encircling just below my chest, as his pumping hips pummeled my insides open. Only when his heavy nuts nuzzled against me did he take a moment to rest, to let me feel that fullness and surrender myself to it.
Mike pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, “You like that big boss cock, Avery?” I nodded. He squeezed me tight—lifting my body up and forcing me onto my tip-toes—and growled, “That’s right. Sticking my nice, fat pen inside my eager little company ink.”
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered as my dick went instantly rigid.
He grabbed my member like a handle, jerking me forward and back with a low chuckle. His cock throbbed inside me, hard as steel with engorged veins pulsing down its length. With a quick shove, he pinned me tight to the window, nose pressed to my neck, belly against the small of my back, and hips grinding me into the glass.
As Mike began to thrust, I clenched my teeth and found myself wondering if the cleaning staff would notice the shape of me smudged on the glass, if they’d suspect what had happened earlier in the day. But mostly, I prayed for my boss’s precum to flow hard and heavy so his pumping punches would slide easier past the grip of my stretched hole. It wasn’t long before wet, squelching sounds were added to the chorus of flesh dragging through flesh and muffled grunts and moans.
Tightening his iron grip, a meaty finger nestled between my teeth and filled my tastebuds with the rich flavor of a real man’s body. His hips hastened. His grunts deepened. Down below, my battered ass was aflame with sensation from his long, relentless thrusts.
My dick ached for release, driven to the point of madness by the paragon of manhood having his way with my helpless body. But when I reached down to usher myself over the edge, Mike battered my hand away and snarled, “No cheating.” He shifted his thick knob and made me squirm when it roughly rubbed my prostate.
“Oh god,” I whimpered around his finger, “I…” Mike reached his hand between my legs and gripped my thigh. He lifted me back up onto the tips of my toes and then beyond, firmly pressing his broad chest to my back to hold me aloft as my feet dangled and I hung suspended on his cock as he pushed my button over and over.
“That’s it, boy,” he muttered with a note of self-satisfaction. “I’m gonna breed you so hard you cum like a little bitch.” His deep voice rumbled in my ear. His manhood relentlessly rang me like a bell. His powerful body held me up like I was nothing. And I couldn’t take it anymore. I howled into his hand and trembled in his embrace. My dick painted the window white, pulsing over and over again as he shallowly pumped his hips until he’d wrung every drop out of me like a rag twisted tight in his grip.
He let out a guttural groan. My body had gone limp, but my hole squeezed his member tighter than ever as if it were begging to be bred. Mike gripped me tight and furiously worked his body, suit rumpled and damp from exertion, until his pumping cock unleashed the precious cargo hauled in his heavy nuts.
Long ropes of seed exploded outward, pushing their way deep inside me and being pushed deeper still by his burrowing cock. With every torrent, his body tensed and he groaned with his lips pressed tight to the back of my neck. Even knowing the man as I already did, I was stunned by his endurance when I counted eleven pulses of cum. I felt it in my guts, swollen with the virile goo of a man above men.
“Shit,” Mike sighed hotly against me. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“Me neither,” said a familiar voice from behind us. I turned my head, wincing as Mike hurriedly dragged his cock from my dripping wet hole, and felt my cheeks burn as I saw John Lafferty smirking against the door with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I did knock, you know,” John said with a chuckle as Mike scrambled to stuff himself back in his trousers. But I was frozen in place against the window, gazing back at our voyeur.
Tall with a thick head of white hair, John’s tailored blue suit fit his slender frame like a glove. He was a silver fox from a Massachusetts family nearly as monied as my own. More importantly, he was a partner at the firm. And most importantly, the married father of four had a sizable bulge in his pants as he grinned at me.
From boss to boyfriend, chapter five
“That’s it,” I groaned, my thick black-haired fingers clenched down on the head bobbing in my lap, “suck that fat dick, Avery.”
He paused and tilted back to look up at me over the rim of my round gut, stretching out a blue polo. That pair of quizzical eyes met mine and I almost blushed. “Sorry, Jon,” I chuckled, loosening my grip. “I’ve had a weird week.”
The young man dragged his lips back along my prodigious length until my glistening mushroom popped out of his mouth and he smirked, “You can call me whatever you like, sir.”
I shook my head and tousled his hair. “Just keep sucking, boy,” I commanded in the stern voice that never failed to drive this burgeoning Broadway star wild. I leaned back and grinned as his mouth engulfed me once more.
I’d met Jon back when he was stuck in the ensemble of some boring revival. Couldn’t recall which show, but my eyes were glued to the slender dirty-blond boy’s ass the second he stepped on stage. After kissing my date goodnight, I managed to pick him up at the stage door and drag him back to my place. I got my money’s worth for that price of admission.
But even Jon, talented as he was, couldn’t get my mind off that wonderful and horrifying night. It wasn’t the first time a bout of my classically midwestern sincerity had gotten me in trouble, but Avery’s stunned, panicked look was hard to forget. We’d salvaged the night, but long after he was snug and asleep against my chest, I was still playing that moment over in my head.
I’d startled awake, flat on my back with Avery sinking that tight ass down over my morning wood, and gladly busted a nut before reality sank back in. I gave him a sheepish kiss after dressing and jumping in a car back home to get ready for work.
Just the thought of that perfect ass made me throb between Jon’s lips, feeding him a gagging gulp of precum. I grinned and grabbed him roughly to fuck that pretty face into a proper mess. My whole body spasmed with urgent pleasure as the haunting, lustful memory of Avery drove me into a primal frenzy of domineering strength until I erupted onto my cocksucker’s struggling tongue.
“Oh fuck,” I howled, stoppering my lips before Avery’s name could sneak back out between them. “Swallow it all, faggot,” I said with a snarl, smacking the back of Jon’s head insistently. “Show me how you crave that daddy dick, boy.”
Jon moaned around my member, his ecstatic harmony to my demeaning melody, and licked the meaty rod clean. Not a single drop escaped his hunger for me. is what I love, I told myself. It’s simple. It’s satisfying. I didn’t need to be messing around with a rich daddy’s boy in a city full of eager sluts. Life was good.
But still I woke the next day rubbing my morning wood into a pillow, aching to sink into the waiting warmth of Avery’s snug rear. “Fuck,” I muttered, irritated with the fantasy my sleepy brain so readily summoned for me.
With a huff and a glance at my clock, its green light abrasively bright in the pre-dawn hours, I slumped back into bed and pumped my fist beneath the sheets. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine anyone straddling me, anyone but him bouncing atop my cock. But it just took a moment of weakness for me to let him in, to imagine Avery gasping with pleasure in my lap, for me to erupt like a milky volcano.
A sliver of light from the horizon glimmered in the cooling splatters of jizz in my fur. My chest rose and fell with recovering breaths. Looking down at it, I felt a swell of pride at the amount. It was like my nuts were working overtime since they emptied into Avery.
I waddled to the shower, washing it all down the drain in the rush of warm water. My half-hard member twitched at the thought of pinning that smooth skin to the tile, of making him mine at absolutely every opportunity. I hadn’t had it this bad for someone in a long while.
I managed to lose myself in the routine—shave, brush teeth, check notifications as I walk, drink coffee, eat a bagel, tap out a few replies on the train, put on a smile in the office—and it was such a relief. For the better part of an hour, I didn’t have to think much about anything at all.
And then Avery smiled at me, perfect pearlescent teeth shining as he chirped, “Good morning, sir.” His glittering green eyes followed me like a pair of lost puppies. He ran his slender fingers through that cascading cinnamon hair and my own hand twitched to touch him as I marched past.
“Good morning, Avery,” I replied curtly, “in my office, please.” He practically jumped out of his chair to nervously follow in my wake. I took a deep breath as I stepped into my office, straining to turn my expression to stone. “Shut the door, Avery.”
He obeyed as I turned to face him, a mischievous grin on his cute lips. He asked eagerly, “What can I do for you, sir?”
“I think we should slow down,” I spat the words before I could stop myself, wincing at Avery’s crestfallen look. “There’s a lot going on coming up and we can’t be distracted by—” I paused, gesturing my hand at the space between us, “—this.”
We stood, his pain raw on his face and mine bricked behind a stoic wall, in silence for a long moment before I continued, “You’re a cute guy, but you don’t know what it’s like to need a job. If I fuck up my career by banging my employee, I can’t just coast on family money for the rest of my life. If anyone found out about us…”
Avery straightened as I spoke, that preternatural confidence of a person who never wanted for anything returning. He even smiled, perfect teeth gleaming, before he asked, “Do you know where my dad met his first wife?” I shook my head, and he said, “She was his secretary. And my mom?” He hardly paused this time. “His general counsel. And his third wife? A model who did the cover of one of his magazines.”
“And in this analogy… I’m your father?” I vacillated between a smirk and a frown. He rolled his eyes and stepped toward the door to pull the shades. I raised a hand, protesting, “Wait, people might think we’re…” I trailed off as Avery unbuckled his belt and pulled down his suit pants and briefs to expose his perfectly round, smooth ass to me.
He stepped to the floor-to-ceiling window looking out over Midtown, planting his hands on the glass as he bent forward. With a grin and a glimpse at the throbbing knob bulged halfway down my thigh, Avery said, “Come fuck me, Mike. You can go as slow as you want; I’m not in a hurry.”
I was without words, so I chose action. I closed the distance between us, fumbling with my fly, and sank into his slicked hole with a groan. It wasn’t going to be that easy to get rid of this one.
From boss to boyfriend, chapter four
“On the third date?!?” Eric exclaimed via text message. “That’s weird as hell.”
I lounged in briefs beside the fire pit on my balcony with a glass of chardonnay and stared at my best friend’s reply regarding yesterday’s momentous evening. I didn’t disagree, but still something gnawed at me. I replied, “I dunno. It was a little much, but kinda sweet.”
“Omg,” he shot back. “When have you ever liked a guy who was sweet?”
He knew all my secrets, much to my occasional chagrin, and he wasn’t wrong—I had a bit of a bastard fetish. Self-obsessed hedge fund managers, stuck up professors, sullen NYPD officers, and the like were the typical subjects of my frequent though short-lived infatuations. On the surface, Mike fit the bill, and I never would have pegged him for the sort to make a romantic proclamation. But more surprising, I might have liked it, if only just a little bit.
“What did you say?” Eric interrupted my ruminations. “The face you must have made…”
“I just kinda stammered until he kissed me,” I answered. “He stayed over, but we never talked about it.”
“Well, at least you finally banged him. I don’t think you’re ready for that clinginess though.”
In truth, I was the one feeling clingy. Mike had hardly spoken to me outside of our work and a few scattered responses to my texts. I drafted a confession in the message window, but deleted it and wrote instead, “Haha. You’re probably right.” This was one secret I preferred to keep to myself.
I gulped the last mouthful of wine and stood up a little unsteadily. Between the drinks and a glance at the sofa my boss had pounded my ass upon the night before, my briefs were bulging and my ass aching.
Striding toward the bathroom, I pulled up Mike’s Facebook profile on my phone. He had just a few scattered posts dating back weeks, mostly tagged by friends, but I opened his profile picture and swiped a few times until I found one I liked. His bright, perfect teeth in a goofy smile with those burly arms crossed over his chest, the fabric of a blue polo stretched tight over him mass, and a decent view overlooking Midtown.
I pulled open a drawer and inspected a row of dildos, arranging by ascending size, and let my hand hover over them until I selected the one best approximating Mike’s generous endowment. It felt satisfying to squeeze it in my fingers, to shut my eyes and imagine the moan he’d make.
Dimming the bathroom to a warm haze, I pulled off my briefs, knelt on the floor, and let the shining brightness of Mike’s face fill my vision as I squirted a dollop of lube into my palm and reached back to rub it between my taut cheeks. I shuddered at the cool slickness but chewed my lips as my fingers warmed it and coaxed it inside my tight ring. My slender fingers hardly fazed me as I slipped them, one after the other, inside and worked myself open in preparation.
“Oh, open me up, daddy,” I whimpered in one-sided conversation with the absent object of my desire. “It feels so fucking good, sir.” It felt silly, but when I gazed at Mike’s face I could nearly hear a reply in that low, rumbling voice.
I remembered his eagerness, his aggressiveness, and forced my fingers deeper to make myself gasp at the sudden pang. Still, my digits couldn’t match his—those thick, rough hands with their coarse tips and that iron grip. I needed more.
Circling my fingers inside me, I took another palmful of lube and greased up that fat dildo as I whispered, “Fuck, you’re so big. You want to fuck your boy’s pussy with that huge cock?”
, he would have said. He would have kissed me, engulfing my lips in his with such a hunger it felt like he’d eagerly swallow me whole.
I brought the swollen head of his slicked cock to my hole and slipped out my fingers to make room for the marvel of a man. Pushing myself back, I howled as his girth forced its way between my cheeks, but once his head popped inside I couldn’t stop myself. That engorged mushroom burrowed up into me until his bulbous balls were snug against my ass.
Tears streamed down my face as I whined to his still, smiling visage, “Oh fuck, Mike. I can’t believe you just shoved right in there.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, hands grasping my shoulders and elbows tucked against my stomach, as I imagined those powerful forearms squeezing me into submission. I rose up along the length of Mike’s member, my insides squeezing every veiny inch, and let myself drop.
With every plunged, I loosened just a little. I changed the shape of myself to accommodate him and it drove him wild. “I’m yours, Mike,” I whispered, gazing at him in awe of the way his presence could make me feel even when it was just imagined.
You want me to breed this hole again, boy? He would have barked. Empty these big nuts right inside you?
“Oh fuck yes, daddy,” I shouted, engulfing every inch of him and squeezing him tight until I trembled with pleasure and my own dick spewed its excitement onto the marble floor.
He would have filled me with his seed. He would have seen the ecstasy all over my face and had no doubt of how I felt about him. He would have claimed my body and never let me forget to whom it belonged. He would have said,
As I collapsed sideways to the cool floor, Mike unfailingly engorged inside me, I whispered, “I fucking love you too.”
From boss to boyfriend, chapter three
The elevator shook with the vigor of Mike’s charge as soon as the doors shut. My feet dangled above the floor while he held me against the wall, his ravenous mouth engulfing mine in the kiss it’d been so yearning to deliver.
All through the evening—the romantic dinner, the Broadway show, the long Central Park stroll—the tension between us mounted until finally my burly companion squeezed my hand and growled, “We’re going back to your place.”
He left little room for argument, stubble scratching my face, his tongue darting between my lips and diving deep as it could reach. Those strong hands grasped at me and pulled my shirt up out of my pants to slide up over my smooth chest. He rolled his hips forward, grinding his rigid bulge against me as he groaned with anticipation.
With a chime, the elevator doors opened into my apartment. Mike lowered his hands to cup them over my ass and lift my body up against his, carrying me into the dark room, lit only by the vast view of the city through a wall of windows, until I had a moment to gasp, “Alexa, turn living room lights on.” An array of modern and recessed lights gently woke and illuminated the airy, immaculate room.
Mike smirked as he glanced around, stopping mid-step with me in his arms, to chuckle, “This place is outrageous. You know that?”
“You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy,” I teased the country boy turned financier, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt to reach my fingers down to that furry chest. “Besides, my grandfather owns the place. He’s just letting me use it until I get my own apartment,” I explained as Mike carried me over to a white leather couch.
He lay me down on my back and climbed atop me, his heavy body pinning mine as he breathed hotly on my face with a laugh, “Well damn, I was only dating you for your sweet view of the park.”
I slapped my hand against his muscled chest and exclaimed, “Dad warned me to watch out for gold-diggers like you.” With a tilt of my head, I smirked, “Maybe I can offer a consolation prize,” and pulled open my shirt to bare my slender chest.
The older man stared down at me and chewed his lip as he nodded, “God damn. That’s not a bad view either, boy.” He rubbed his body down against mine, propping himself up with a thick arm. He rubbed his other hand all over my soft skin. “I’m going to fuck you, Avery,” he whispered, gazing into my eyes. “I’m going to pummel your beautiful little ass until you’re begging me to cum.”
With an excited grin, I nodded, “Please, Mike. I’m all yours.”
“Fucking right you are,” he growled as he rose up onto his knees to unbuckle my belt and tear my pants down my thin thighs. “Nice panties,” he chuckled as he hooked a thumb in my tight, patterned briefs before pausing. Locking eyes with me, he slowly lowered his face until he clenched my waistband between his straight white teeth and dragged them down. He took them in hand and licked his way down the length of my thighs.
“Oh god,” I whimpered, shuddering with pleasure, “I’ve been dreaming of this.” Naked before him, I shivered in the cool air and longed for his warmth. He rose back up to his knees on the couch and grinned down at me, still clad in his suit with nothing loosened but his tie.
“I bet you have,” he boasted with a maddening, irresistible confidence. Mike gripped my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, falling forward to bury his face between my round, ample cheeks. He rubbed his nose along the length of my crack before following the same route with his warm, wet tongue. “Fuck, you taste good, boy. Nice and sweet,” he murmured against my flesh as I moaned.
Mike’s firm hands on my cheeks pinned me to the couch’s leather as he licked and kissed at my hole before turning his tongue into a battering ram. I trembled with pleasure at his hurried advance, and moments later he was burying his lips against me as he delved deeper.
But if he heard me, he didn’t give a sign. He just assaulted my insides with that groping tongue, his scruffy cheeks rubbing against my smooth ones. With every plunge deeper, I shook with ecstatic sensation but couldn’t escape his grasp. The man was gluttonously enjoying his dessert.
I was dripping wet and putty in his hands by the time I heard the faint sound of his zipper sliding down. “Oh god yes,” I whimpered and felt his lips curl into a smile against me. He slowly pulled his tongue from my ass and shuffled forward, spreading my thighs with his knees until he sank forward to pin me beneath his broad chest and round belly, the warm fabric of his suit like a blanket over my chilled skin. The engorged head of his fat cock pressed to my hole, pausing to rub against me teasingly.
Mike kissed the back of my neck and whispered, “Should I get a condom, boy?” He let me feel his thick tip pushing inside me, threatening to split me open. I clenched fistfuls of a couch pillow and moaned. He insisted, “It’s now or never, Avery. Three, two—“
“Good boy,” he exhaled, chewing on my ear as he sank his hips down. I howled at the girth of member as it forced its way down my slick passage. My body squeezed him, desperately resisting, but his meat slid ever deeper until I was shaking in his arms with every last inch buried. I could barely breathe as I felt his trousers rub against my ass. “Just relax,” he groaned, voice shaking with pleasure, “daddy’s got you.”
“You feel so fucking good, Avery,” he grunted, kissing the side of my neck as his arms encircled my chest in an inescapable hug. “Every time you squeeze me, I feel myself gush a bunch of precum right in there. It’s so fuckin’ hot.”
I nodded in breathless agreement, squirming beneath him as my body stretched wide around his manhood. I was rock hard against the couch, dripping untouched on the leather. I whimpered when he shifted, grinding his hips against me.
“I can’t hold back anymore, boy,” he growled apologetically, “I’ve been waiting all week for this.” Mike started rocking his weight back and forth atop me, sliding his fat cock along my insides. His thrusts started shallow, but grew successively deeper until the man was pummeling my body with his own. His clothes dampened with sweat and his breaths grew sharper until we were moaning in a chorus of ecstasy.
My naked body beneath his suited one, smothered in his inescapable embrace, I was overcome by the sheer power of the beast atop me—the absolute dominance of a man who took everything he had after being given nothing. Such was his hunger that he’d gone from being the second son of a farmer to the grunting conqueror of my castle atop the world. He was unlike any man I’d ever known, and even then I knew I’d never be able to get enough of him.
He gave my ass a resounding slap and groaned, “This is mine now. Isn’t it, boy?”
“Fuck,” I whimpered, the struck flesh burning red with the thick shapes of his fingers. I shook in his arms, his girth rubbing my prostate with every thrust, and whispered, “I-I’m cumming.” He sank down onto me, hilting his member inside, and chewed at my neck as I moaned and painted the couch with my orgasm.
“That’s so fucking incredible,” he breathed into my ear, “making you cum like this.” He jabbed his shaft into me for emphasis. “Nothing but a nice, fat cock making you moan like a bitch.” I panted, catching my breath as he licked at my ear. “Do you want my load, Avery?”
He could have forced himself upon me. He could have bounced his burly body atop me until my insides were drenched with his seed. But he wanted to hear it. His voice shook with a desire so intense it scared him. He needed to hear it.
I turned my head to look up into his steaming, ice-blue eyes and parted my lips to exhale, “Yes.”
He smiled a raw, joyous smile. He was bold enough not to hide behind bravado, but to instead bare his desires with a demanding intensity that I couldn’t begin to resist. He let me give myself to him.
Mike lifted himself up, the rush of air arctic in contrast with the smoldering heat of his body, and pounded my ass like no other man ever had. With his every thrust, my insides squeezed the buried manhood and begged it to breed me. His breaths grew heavier, huskier, until a low growl rumbled in his throat until it was a roar. Those eyes, flickering in the dim light, shut as his senses were overloaded with ecstasy. With one last lunge, his muscles tensed and bulk trembled.
Thunderous jets of jizz roared down his shaft and exploded inside as Mike collapsed down on me, letting shallow, instinctive thrusts of his hips bury his seed deeper until I was flooded with his potency. Hot blasts of his breath rushed over my neck as he grunted and groaned with every pulsating expulsion from his member. His hands encircled me once more, pinning me against him as his body emptied every last drop into its eager vessel.
Finally, he loosened his iron grip around me, and for a moment, I panicked at the notion of not feeling this man against me. But he merely let out a long, slow exhale and rolled onto his side, pulling me along with him as his still-hard cock remained lodged within me.
“That was unreal,” I whispered. He was silent, lips nuzzled against my neck. I went on, “I’ve never felt anything like that. It was just so…” I could hear nothing but his deep breaths. “Like our bodies were made for each other. Sorry, that’s corny. But you were just really good, and… I hope you liked it too.” After a long pause, I asked, “Mike… did you?”
Mike said nothing for a moment that felt like minutes, but finally he squeezed me tight against his chest and whispered in my ear, “Sorry, yes. I did. But, Avery…” his deep voice trembled, “…I think I love you.”
From boss to boyfriend, chapter two
For our second date, Mike was a gentleman. He picked the restaurant—Italian, classic and upscale. He met me in my lobby with a warm smile and a genial hug. He held the door for me and lowered his voice to a whisper, “Ladies first.” He called the Uber, a black car I was sure he didn’t normally splurge on. He ordered our drinks, our appetizers, our meals, and grabbed the check before I could even say a word.
He walked me to my door, his heavy jacket draped over my shoulders in the cold wind racing down the city streets. And he kissed me goodnight. A long, overwhelming collision between our lips that left me panting when he squeezed my shoulder, grinned, and headed back down the elevator. It was a surreal evening that left me aching desirously as I stepped inside my palatial apartment.
“You got that, Avery?” Mike barked, waking me from a daydream in the middle of our team meeting in a bright and airy glass conference room at the center of our bustling office.
I chirped, “Yes, sir, I’ll get right on it.” The guys all chuckled at my obvious inattention, but the icy gaze Mike fixed on me quickly quieted them. It was difficult even to imagine the warm smile from the night before on his stern face.
“Pay fucking attention,” he spoke in a low, even voice that was all the more gripping. “Your daddy’s money might have gotten you in the door, but I’ll kick your ass right out if you don’t make yourself useful.”
Mike went back to the meeting, smiling and bright, as if that little diversion had never happened, but my heart raced with terror as I sat there wishing I could disappear. The rest of the team pretended not to notice, but I could feel their glances at every opportunity.
As he dismissed us, Mike growled, “Stay back a minute, Avery.” My cheeks must have looked like ripe red tomatoes as the rest of the guys passed me with pitying looks on their way out.
Mike stared at me, his face inscrutable, for a long moment before he said, “I don’t want to be an asshole, but I know you can do better.”
“Sorry,” I said with an awkward smile, “I was just thinking about last night.”
“Hah,” Mike snorted. “I hoped you’d spend all night thinking about me after that kiss. I had to hold my coat in front of me so your doorman wouldn’t see how hard I was on my way out.”
I chewed my lip and grinned at him as I asked, “Did you… take care of it when you got home?”
Mike answered so readily it felt like a trap had been sprung. “In fact, I didn’t. And I’ve been half-hard in all my meetings this morning.” After glancing about to make sure nobody was watching, he pushed his chair back a few inches so I could see the enormous tent in his suit pants. “I booked the room for another half hour since I need to make a few calls. Care to make yourself useful, Avery?”
“Don’t be coy,” he chided. “I can see your mouth watering from here. You’re going to get under the table and spend the next half hour seeing how many loads you can suck out of me. Got it?”
I let out a sharp exhale and nodded, whispering, “Got it, sir.” Despite the openness of the room, the underside of the long conference table was like a tunnel between us, its legs just solid slabs of wood on either side. I waited for a moment when no one was walking by and slipped under as Mike grunted in delight and picked up his phone.
He spread his thighs wide as I shuffled along the floor until I was kneeling between his feet, hidden from the rest of the world. As I fiddled with his zipper, he suddenly spoke into his phone, “Hey, Rob. I just wanted to catch up on our progress with the Cynesis merger. You have a few minutes?”
As Mike paused, his cock plunged out his open fly and filled my nostrils with the masculine scent of his boxers. “Great,” he chirped. “Just get right to it then.” He reached a hand under the table and wagged his fat cock down at me, splattering my nose with precum when his tip touched to it. I gasped with excitement and pushed forward to wrap my lips around him.
He let out a little groan, struggling to suppress it, and grunted in response to the other line’s concern, “Sorry, no, go on.” I eagerly pushed my lips down the length of his shaft, engulfing him in the warmth of my mouth as it burned for him. Buckets of precum gushed out his mushroom head onto my tongue and down my throat like an endless river. “That’s great,” Mike said, his voice even again, “and do you expect those conditions to change significantly once Q1 reporting is in?”
I ran my tongue all along the underbelly of his fat manhood, sending spasms of pleasure through his body. He stifled the sounds of his ecstasy, but it just felt like a challenge. I wanted to drive him mad, so mad the man on the other line couldn’t mistake the groans for anything but the signs of a man being pleasured the way he deserved. I wanted to make Mike an object of envy, a man so powerful and well-served that others would wish to be like him. And my mouth pursued that goal with an endless ferocity.
“Fantastic,” Mike said, voice strained as took him deep into my throat, “I think this is going to be a big win. Do you need anything from my team to move forward?”
I fucked myself on his cock beneath the table, head bumping up against it with rhythmic thumps, and he held the receiver aside as he gasped and tensed in his chair. “Sure thing. I have just the guy to help you out. Real eager. He’ll swallow anything you throw at him.”
With an instinctive thrust of his hips, he offered me the chance to prove it. Mike’s cock swelled and shot out thick jets of cum straight down my throat until I pulled back a little and he spurted all over my tongue. Above me, Mike let out a telltale groan and chuckled at something said on the other line.
“Oh yeah,” Mike said apologetically, “I guess HR would frown on that kinda figure of speech these days, huh?” He pushed me back down his cock once I’d gulped down mouthfuls of his seed, lodging himself in my throat. “Right? A man can hardly be a man anymore with all this sensitivity. We should grab drinks next time you’re in New York. I could show you a great time.”
“Great,” he said after a pause, his member pulsing inside me, “well thanks again for the update. I’ll have Avery get in touch as soon as he’s finished with a load of work I just dropped on him.” With a beep, he hung up and let out a relieved exhale. “Fuck, boy, that was pretty damn hot, huh?” His heavy hand on the back of my head kept me from pulling back to reply. He just went on, “Three more calls to go, so I hope you’re not tired. Just think how good it’ll feel when I get this big dick inside you after our next date. But until then, you can be my little conference call cocksucker.”
My jaw ached by the time the last call was finished, but I’d managed to coax out three sizable loads. It turned out to be enough that I just skipped lunch and caught up on some work. Mike expected me to be better, and I would be.
Since I’ve had a lot of people express interest in getting my ebook since it’s no longer accessible due to payment processor issues, the compilation of my stories that were lost in the tumblr purge, as one of the benefits.
I’ve been a bit lapsed on writing my long-form stories lately, but I intend to pick that back up and put them up there first from now on. My stories will go up on Tumblr a little bit later, but patrons will get to see them first and I’ll probably focus more on chapter-based stories rather than one-offs.
, since I had a number of people specifically request a continuation to that little tale. You can still read chapter one for free of course.
Anyway, if you missed the ebook it’s an easy way to get it. If you’re just going to do a month and cancel to get the book, I’d ask that you do $5 but I didn’t feel like setting up tiers was worthwhile for the kind of content I produce.
The answer to this is likely no. I’m pretty comfortable with doing shorter fiction paired with images on my twitter at this point and I will likely continue doing longer-form works that stand alone here.
Director Krennic—never simply Orson—was an unforgiving man to work under, but in time I found I rather enjoyed his demanding demeanor. He stole me away from a prestigious fellowship at the Institute of Applied Science on Coruscant, finally persuading me to leave with one temptation I couldn’t resist.
He invited himself over for a drink one evening, staring down his nose at my meager abode on level 3204 as I poured amber liquid into a pair of fine Alderaanian rocks glasses. He stood by the balcony door, sounds of the endless urban center echoing, and flipped a switch to turn the translucent glass walls of my apartment to an opaque gray for privacy.
He adopted that spellbinding smile as he accepted his drink, clinking his glass to mine. He said, “To your bright future, Darwin,” before lifting it to his lips.
I laughed as I took a sip and asked, “Oh? Do you know something I don’t?”
“A great many things, my boy,” he whispered, leaning in close until the liquor on his breath filled my nostrils. “But in particular, I know we’ll do great things together.”
I sighed and reminded him, “I have another year and half left at my fellowship, sir. I can’t just—”
His free hand gripped me by the neck and pulled me toward him with ferocious strength. I froze in his grasp, letting his warm lips engulf my own as he pressed his assault. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and rubbed my lithe body against his stiff, white uniform. When he finally released my lips and leaned his head back to gulp down another mouthful of liquor, he grinned down at me.
“Is that so?” He teased. “You think there’s a force in the galaxy strong enough to stop me from bending you over and taking you right here?”
My knees wobbled at the heat in his eyes as I felt a new stiffness swelling in Krennic’s uniform. But he stared at me, waiting for my answer, until I shook my head and said, “But why, sir?”
He leaned down, lips caressing my ear and slipping down to my neck, and whispered, “Because you’re going to be mine, Darwin.” He coaxed a moan from me as he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin beneath my jaw. “You’re going to beg to join my project by the time I’m finished with you.”
Krennic gulped down his drink and took mine to put both glasses on my coffee table before pushing me forward with my hands planted on the door. His fingers worked quickly as he kneeled behind me, undoing my pants and pushing them down around my ankles with my undergarments following close behind.
I gasped at the slick strength of the man’s tongue when he pressed it between my soft, smooth cheeks. He showed no hesitation, burying his straight nose against my tailbone, and hastily lapped at my tensed rim. I moaned and squeezed the glass beneath my fingertips. “Oh fuck,” I gasped as I pushed my ass back at his probing mouth.
He held his tongue tense and it slipped thickly inside me with a sudden pop of pressure. His saliva flowed freely until my hole was drenched and dripping. He eagerly fucked me with his mouth, loosening my sphincter’s grip with each push of his face forward.
I stole a glance back and my eyes went wide. Krennic had undone his fly and was just fishing out a menacing slab of cock that drooled precum down on my marble floor. “E chu ta!” I exclaimed.
Krennic pulled back from my rump with a grin as he nodded down at his manhood and chuckled, “No complaints, then, my boy?”
“Not until you try to put it in,” I retorted with a blush.
“Just relax,” he insisted as he rose back to his feet behind me, slapping a firm hand down on my fleshy cheek. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t think—oh frag!” I yelped as his thick head breached my slick hole, barreling in deep with one slow, insistent thrust of the man’s uniform-clad hips. He let out a moan of his own. Eyes shut, he shook his head and chewed his bottom lip as he savored the sensation of my body engulfing him. However, he wasn’t satisfied for long.
Krennic pumped his hips forward, stealing inches at a time deeper inside me until I felt the crisp fabric of his trousers against my smooth ass. He reached his hands up to grip my shoulders, kissing the back of my neck as he whispered, “Doesn’t that feel good?”
“A little,” I admitted through gritted teeth. My body trembled with overwhelmed sensations. “I just need a second…”
“You just need to be pushed,” he rasped as he dragged his manhood back and pummeled it in deep. “You’ve gotten soft in academia, boy” he insisted as he made me howl with punishing thrusts. “Put yourself in my hands and I’ll mold you into something truly spectacular.”
I thought I would scream from the pain of his thrusts, but I didn’t. It was agonizing, but only for a moment. And then it felt… spectacular. Krennic knew my limits better than I ever could, and he rode me right to them. His furious rutting unlocked new heights of ecstasy that had me hard and dripping on the verge of an untouched orgasm.
“You feel it. Don’t you?” He grunted against my neck. “That pleasure being forced on you, chosen for you.” I nodded, feeling his heart thumping hard against my back. “You know you’re mine now,” he asserted, unchallenged.
It wasn’t long before his thrusts had a certain finality to them, foreboding the imminent marking of what was now his property. I shook with pleasure with every thrust, a pool of precum growing beneath my jumping cock, until Krennic let out a reverberating groan.
I felt his member swell and pulse as it flooded my insides. The man’s seed, its warm virility, pushed me over the edge and made me howl as I painted the glass door with my own. We panted and moaned against each other, locked together as his prolonged orgasm tapered off until he could finally chuckle and whisper, “So who do you work for now, my boy?”
Turn back time
They say life peaks at 25. It’s all downhill from there. As a 40-year-old, I can assure you that it doesn’t get any better than this. I have no family, friends drifted one by one, my hair disappeared when I was 30, I live in a crappy apartment with a shitty neighbor and top it all off, I’m a virgin. It’s a pity on how much of a loser I am.
I try to escape this sad excuse of existence by reminiscing the old days – like when I was in college. Back when I woke up late are the worst of my worries, not my physician’s recommendation that I get my prostates checked for cancer. I yearn for the days when my friends are still around, pushing me to do reckless shit behind our parent’s backs. Like that time when we raided my dad’s alcohol cabinet and took a joyride in the town airstrip. Or that time when Henry, God rest his soul, pushed me to confess to Cole. We were twenty, still green by that time, but amidst red-flushed embarrassment, I was ready for your acceptance. You weren’t handsome like James McEvans, but you’re cute when you smile. I loved it when I twirled my curly hair and playfully stole my things till I’m red and angry. We are friends but I wanted it to be more than that. If it weren’t for Henry, I wouldn’t gain the courage to confess to you. I was afraid that you’d reject me. And well, that’s what you did. My heart broke into a million pieces – then you gave me that sad excuse that you weren’t ready. For a moment, I thought there was a chance that you’d accept my proposal. It took me till the graduation that my hopes were just delusions. We walked our different paths in life. I stayed in our hometown while you went abroad to work the job your parents aspired to have. Last I saw you were in a casket, death by stress due to overworking. Even in death, you still had that cute smile you gave me in life.
Those were the good old days. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. I just hate how lackluster our ending was. If I had a chance to turn it all back again, I wanted to fix everything. I wanted a miracle, and by some deity who has heard me, a miracle was received.
I woke up in a bed with more pillows than usual. It’s so cold but I’m glad I have thick blankets to cover me. It’s as if I was sleeping in a different bed. When I stretched my limbs, I was surprised by how quickly I did it. I looked at my arms in confusion and saw it differently. It’s shorter, has less hair and my fingers are a delicate pink. Not only that, but my entire body changed into that of a guy in his early 20s. When I looked in the mirror, my heart nearly fell out when I saw a familiar sight I haven’t seen in years.
I‘m Cole Dylan. Bu- But he was dead? Cole didn’t look like this when he died. No – I look like Cole when he was younger, back when we were in college. I looked for the Calendar, and sure enough, I am in the past but in Cole’s body. I don’t know how this happened or why, but that’s not important. I’m back in the prime of my life. This will be a chance to turn events in my favor.
But first, I took a moment to admire Cole’s body in the mirror. He trained his body and it’s evident in the light musculature of his limbs. And like what I’ve described him in the past, he’s far from being handsome. Rather, he’s cute with his short-cropped obsidian hair, rosy flushed cheeks, and thin pink lips. His eyes, brown and full, twinkled in the light. I smiled at myself and lost to the excitement because I still considered the reflection as him. In my mind, that’s him smiling at me, whispering sweet-laced words that made my heart throb harder.
One by one, my clothes dropped on the floor. As a “Wheel of Fortune” game, every piece revealed only served to heighten my excitement. The last time I saw him naked was in memories of memories, and now, I can touch his abdominal muscles and trace the crevasses separating them. My pits smell like hard sweat mixed with Fabric conditioner. I thought I had forgotten this smell but one sniff made me remember it all. His smell was the reason why I fell for him in the first place. We were seatmates and he always smelled this way. It’s pungent yet it fills you in a good way. Once my shirt hit the ground, I undressed my boxers, revealing a piece I hungered for in ages past. It’s not as humongous as I expected, but it’s not minuscule either. It’s more on the longer end of average penises. He has conservative parents so I expected him to be circumcised. It’s a surprise to see that he’s not. I pulled the foreskin and saw the cute pink tip peek at me. It’s cute. I thank whoever made me experience all of this.
I took the time to know every inch of my body well. I scrubbed my skin with soap whilst my head spread it on every corner of my skin. I rubbed the areas behind my ear, my lovely cheeks, and even my nipple who grew alive at the slightest of touch. I scoured my groin and cleaned my balls, shaft, and the inside of my foreskin. This body is so sensitive, yet so tender and meaningful. I wanted to do the thing right now like I always did in the shower when I was young. I wanted to feel it again, the pleasure robbed from me by age. This youthful body screamed at me to just do it, to revel in the hormones given by my body, but I have plans and doing it would ruin it all. And so, with great willpower, I acted against it.
I dressed in a school uniform, took breakfast with Cole’s parents, and went to school. It took a long while before I found the right road which leads to the campus. A long time has passed since I took this road, and it’s a whole lot different then. Nevertheless, I reached the campus and went to an all so nostalgic rooftop garden where my friends meet every morning. There, I met Henry who brought a rush of memories when I saw his face. I always imagined him as the fat friend but now that he’s there smiling like a retard, I surmised that he’s just chubby, which is perfect since he would look like a bear in the future. Beside him, is me, my past self smiling at the sight of my face. It’s a shame that I forgot what I looked like at this age. Who could blame me? I’m too shy to have my pictures taken. I never thought about how good-looking I was. I smiled like a dork who’s too self-conscious about every move he makes. I sat beside myself and asked them what’s up.
“Nothing,” Henry said with a cheeky chuckle “but Dylan here has something to say. I better leave you two before I mess something up.” And with that, he’s gone, leaving only me and myself alone in this verdant lounge. At that moment, it struck me. I get what’s happening. This is the moment where I was supposed to confess my infatuation with Cole. And I thought, today wasn’t that day and I’ll be the one confessing to him.
“Cole,” Dylan said, his voice quavering in anxiety, “We’ve been classmates for a year now and Henry pushed me into this. So, here it goes. I think I’m in love with you. Can you be my boyfriend?” He said that last part with his eyes wide open, and cheeks and ears as red as apples. Fuck, looking at myself is melting my heart.
In the past, Cole didn’t say anything. He just smiled and apologized for making me infatuated with him. He said he fancied the idea but he thinks it’s not the right time to be with someone. But now, I could change all that with a simple ‘yes’.
“Yes, you dork. I want to be your boyfriend.” I said it as Cole would have said it. I touched his chin and carried his lips into mine. He tasted like peppermint hinted with maple syrup from morning’s breakfast. It was a small kiss but it left him in a steaming daze. “Boyfriends kiss each other, yes?”
Love to be you
“You what?” He said as he looked down on you. An annoyed expression on his tired and sweaty face. Not weird since you had interrupted him in the middle of his workout.
“I’d love to be you. I want to know how it feels like to have a body as huge and thick like yours, as sweaty and smelly as yours, and I especially want to know how that beard of yours feel against my cheeks.” You said proudly, not even slightly embarrassed or weirded out by your own confession. After all, you held all the powers in your hands.
“What the hell? What kind of creep are y-” He tried to say in disgust, but you didn’t let him finish. Catching him off guard you lept towards him and crashed your lips together. Taste of his coffee-flavoured saliva entered your mouth and his wonderfully scratchy beard rubbed against your face.
Completely shocked at what was happening, he stared at you wide-eyed for a few seconds before trying to push you off. However, he was too sore and tired to get you off, and his sweaty hands didn’t help either. Instead they just slipped around your own naked torso before falling straight down dangling.
Of course, you knew what was actually going on, that the process had already begun; The transferal of your life essences. It would take a few minutes, but thankfully you had caught him in the early hours of the gym where nobody had come in yet. You knew exactly where he’d be and when since you’ve been following him around for the last few months.
You stared straight into his terrified and disgusted copper-colored eyes for a few minutes, even taking the chance to rub one of your hands around his sweaty beefy muscular chest and then give the pecs a nice squeeze. Then, the last part of the process happened and you felt incredibly nauseated. Like a feeling of vomit travelling up your throat and trying to escape through your mouth. You watched as the same must be happening to the man before you, looking just as concerned at you before his copper eyes rolled back. Right as yours did too…
As you regained some of you senses, you felt yourself swallowing something right before it settled down in your stomach. Your vision was blurry and unfocused but you could still make out a figure in front of you, incredibly close and kissing you. It lasted a few more seconds before you suddenly felt yourself shoved and had to take a few steps back. Your center of gravity felt off so you almost fell on your back, but managed to catch yourself onto one of the exercise equipment. The figure before you didn’t seem to be as lucky though and fell down onto the floor with a loud thud. Taking a second to recollect yourself, you vision returned just in time to look up and see the figure in front of you screaming and pointing at you.
“Y-y-you’re me?!” He said, shocked that he was looking at his reflection moving on its own.
“Yes… Yes I am.” You said with a smug grin as you found yourself rubbing and savouring the feeling of your wonderfully scratchy cheeks. God did it feel even better from the inside.
“W-what did you do?” He asked panicking, trying to heave himself off the floor.
“Nothing really. I just transferred my life essence into your body, and yours into mine. Just correcting what nature must’ve mixed up…” You answered confidently as you were flexing both your arms and taking a whiff of your musky armpit stench. You felt tall and strong, yet incredibly sore and sweaty. But most of all, down there you felt so so… sticky.
He, however just realized how much weaker and weirder he felt. Looking down he finally understood what you had talked about as he sat there on the floor in your former and less impressive body. It wasn’t a bad body per se, but definitely nothing compared to the massive sexy beast he used to be. Sexy? Was he suddenly attracted to his own body? He kept touching and feeling your former body up, clearly disappointed by it before looking back up to see that you were gone, a trail of clothes scattered about. Picking himself up, he adjusted himself to his new form before walking along the trail of clothes leading to the weight room. The sound of grunting echoing from within.
Not surprisingly, you have torn the drenched clothes off your sweaty body and found yourself in front of the weight room mirrors. Completely at awe at your new naked form, you spent no time walking up and giving your reflection a kiss. Before long you found yourself admiring every inch of your new sexy body and massaging your muscular pecs, all while you kept stroking your massive cock. The way the sweat glistened on your chest, the euphoric expressions your scruffy face did, and the smell oozing around you were too much. With a loud roar you came all over the gym mirror, splashing some of the weights around you and even getting some of it mixed into the sweat on your stomach. You felt so strong, confident and in complete control.
You were just about to bend down and taste some of your own semen from the mirror when you heard some shuffling from the entrance of the room. Standing there quietly was your former body looking hungrily and flustered at you. You could tell exactly what he wanted.
Both you and your former body happily licked up the semen from the mirror before having a long nice shower together… Although you were both sweaty again once you fucked yourself in the locker room.
You both left the gym happy and content, and right before the other gym-goers started coming in too. He brought you to your new apartment and showed you around, and you even agreed to let him stay. In the end you got everything you ever wanted – a brand new body and a boyfriend. Life was finally good.
…or atleast until “your” new step-brother came into the picture… But that is perhaps a story for another time.
"For the hundredth time, I don’t want to go out now, let me finish" Edward said to the claims of his ghost friend.
"Oh come on Eddie, we both know you’re not the type of man to read, so leave that book behind and let’s have fun," asked Stuart. "Also, if you don’t want to go out, why do you dress like this?"
"I’m just comfortable" he replied still concentrated.
"Well Eddie, you leave me no other choice" Stuart said floating out of sight of Edward, who read again.
"Wh-what?" Stuart floated over Edward, covering his body with his ectoplasm, making him to lean back. "What is this? It feels strange, but… Ouh… O… Hmm…" he was groaning, the feeling was strangely pleasurable. The ectoplasm entered little by little into the body of Edward, who enjoyed the experience, generating an erection.
"Oh yeah, that feels really good… Fu… Fuck…!" he exclaimed when all the ectoplasm entered his body, and he found himself being possessed by his friend Stuart.
"Boy, you did enjoy it" came out of Edward’s mouth, but it was Stuart who controlled him "Let’s take care of that dick, and we’ll go to the gay bar on the corner to finally get more fun."
Coach Hardwood tried to shout but it was useless, his mouth was gagged by a jockstrap. Whereas, his hands and feet were tied up to a chair. His eyes used to be covered, by the cloth on his eyes got removed. Once his vision got clearer, he saw where he was. The boys’ locker room. In front of him, with the same stupid smirk, there was Shawn Bradman. He used to be the team quarterback before the coach kicked him off.
“Uuumpf!” groaned the coach, which roughly translated as “You motherfucker.”
Shawn pulled out a some kind of contraption that looked like a laser gun. The coach shook as the blonde athlete aimed the weapon at him.
“Don’t worry coach, I won’t kill you. Just turn you into a suit.”
The jock pulled the trigger and a zap of red energy got shot. As soon as it touched the coach, electricity traveled him. The coach got shocked until nothing but a realistic mask was left of him. Shawn chuckled before he put the mask on.
The mask tightened on Shawn’s face and gave him a splitting headache. Shawn it was part of the transformation process, but something was weird. As he rubbed the coach’s mustache, he felt it disappear and become smooth. Panicking, Shawn opened a locker and checked hs reflection. The mask was turning into Shaw!
“What the fuck?! This wasn’t supposed to happen!” shouted Shawn.
“Seems like you got outfoxed, kiddo,” said the coach’s voice in his mind.
“Oh don’t worry, coach Hardwood will disappear. He will take permanent holidays inside your young body!” announced the man.
The mask started to force into his skin and merge with his bulky neck.
“UUUNGGG! You can’t! It’s my body you old man! NOOO!”
Shawn screamed and fought. He trashed his body against the locker, but it was useless as the mask took over his body.
“NOOOO-AAARGGGHHHHH!” screamed Shawn before he passed out.
“Hehe, that twink was right,” Shawn said with Hardwood’s voice.
The jock rubbed his youthful hands over his beefy pecs and six-pack. Then, he flexed his veiny arms.
“Hmm, could need more muscle on. We have plenty of time to better them anyway,” Hardwood said.
The coach noticed the opened locker and checked his reflection in the mirror. His new face was a fusion of his and Shawn. His host’s eyes used to be blue but were now green. The jock’s blonde buzzcut was also replaced by Hardwood’s brown hair. The coach lifted his right arm and saw his armpit hair turn brown too. He took a whiff of them and smiled. It had the scent of youth and testosterone.
Hardwood stripped himself off his pants and cooed. He had an eight-inches long monster under, and it was not even fully erected. The coach laughed and fondled his borrowed shaft, which send a sensual wave through his virile body.
Suddenly, he heard a commotion. It was Zachary, the inventor of the so called “bodysuit-gun.”
“Zach, my man.” Shawn tapped Zachary on the shoulder.
“In the flesh,” the coach said with a flawless smirk.
“Wait.” Shawn grabbed him by the arm. “ I saw how you used to look at him before… Plus my body is really horny right now.”
Zachary blushed as the coach pushed him down on his knees.
“You’re gonna be a good boy, won’t you?” Hardwood said as slapped Zach with his fuckstick.
The twink nodded and opened his mouth. Shawn/Hardwood laughed. He was going to have a lot of fun with his new host.
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