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Body Possesion Journey (Brandon -> Dad Route)

THIS IS NOT MY STORY. THIS IS A POSTING OF AN INTERACTIVE STORY ON WRITING.COM WRITTEN BY VCHRIS1989.

Deep down Brandon knew that taking over someone else’s body would be wrong, but he was so tired of not being taken seriously. He was 14 for crying out loud! He felt old enough to be treated like he knew what was best for himself, but his older brother’s always rolled their eyes and joked with him and his father kept telling him he wasn’t old enough yet to be in charge of certain things or to know what was best for himself. That day in particular pushed Brandon past his breaking point: Jake was an asshole and wouldn’t drive Brandon to the meeting for early interest in signing up for football, even though Smith and their Dad were out. Jake was the only one who could have driven Brandon, but Brandon ended up having to take his bike instead. Smith was visiting while he had some time off from the marines, but all he wanted to do was tell Brandon everything that was wrong about his football throwing technique. He wouldn’t even agree to buy Brandon some booze so Brandon could bring it to his friend Cam’s party and look super cool. His father had told him that he couldn’t get the newest Nike sneakers, even if he were to use his own money. Brandon had a checking account (with his father’s name on it also since Brandon was 14) where he deposited all of his birthday money, Christmas checks, and odd job earnings, but his father never let him touch a cent of it. He told Brandon that he would be glad to have a nice pile of cash for when he really needed it, but Brandon knew in his mind that one pair of shoes wouldn’t be the end of the world. Brandon knew that the only way to be respected and taken seriously was to take it for himself. Who does Brandon takeover in his fit of frustration?

Brandon was extremely frustrated, so he went to his room and slammed the door. He hopped on his bed and just laid there with his face in the pillow for a few minutes until he noticed a strange feeling–rather, that he did not feel anything. “Huh?!” Brandon yelled out as he looked down and saw that his body was gone. He was some kind of translucent ghost looking thing. “Nice! Can anyone hear me?!!” he called out, but no one came. He tried banging on the wall that separated his and Jake’s rooms, but his hand went right into the drywall. “This is fucking awesome…” Brandon thought before he heard some big footsteps approach his door.

“Brandon! You’ve been in there a while. Are you gonna remember to mow the–HUH!” Richard gasped as he opened the door and unknowingly walked right into Brandon’s invisible energy. Brandon was caught by surprise too as the door swung open and his dad walked right into him. But instead of a collision, he felt himself getting sucked right into his dad’s muscular body. “Oh God…” Richard said through strained grunts as his body quivered and he grabbed each side of the door frame for support. Richard moaned as Brandon was fully absorbed into him before standing straight up and gasping as Brandon’s astral energy reached full alignment inside him. “What the…Oh shit!” Brandon exclaimed as he got his bearings, instantly recognizing his father’s voice leaving his mouth. Brandon had no idea how the fuck that had happened, but he quickly closed the door behind him and stared in awe at the mirror as he watched his dad’s big, strong body do everything he willed it to do. Brandon knew he would need to get better at controlling his abilities, but for now this was his chance to feel important. He was finally the man of the house!

Richard groaned in satisfaction as he stretched his arms and then ran his hands down his solid torso. “Oh I could get used to this,” the man of the house said, only it wasn’t Richard saying that or doing any of that–he was currently possessed by his youngest son, Brandon, after an accident. He was enjoying his quick tour of his father’s body and relishing in the strength he felt as he squeezed his fists and watched his hairy arms bulge in response. And he loved hearing that deeper voice express his thoughts. He had a hard time ignoring the stirring in his dad’s jeans, but he got a grip on himself and assured himself, “there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” Richard smirked as Brandon walked his new body out of his old room and went straight to the master bedroom–the place he would be staying as long he decided to keep his dad’s body. “I could sure get used to this,” he groaned after hopping onto the King sized bed and sprawling out. He really did feel like a king, but Brandon smirked again as he got a mischevious idea. Brandon got back up on his powerful new feet and swaggered down to the kitchen, chest out as he proudly showed off his powerful chest. The chore board was on the wall, and Brandon chuckled as he crossed his name off of lawn and pool duty before yelling out, “Smith! Jake! You boys get your asses down here right now!!” Smith came down first, standing at attention. He had always respected and looked up to his father, and then after his time in the military he was truly ready and waiting. Jake yawned as he slowly made his way up to join them. These two boys had terrorized Brandon growing up, but now, as their father, it was his turn, and they couldn’t say no. “Jake, you little fuck. When I call your name I expect you to walk in like you give a damn like Smith here. Drop the fuck down and give me twenty.” “What??” Jake asked, confused as Richard had never been strict with him before. But he didn’t know he wasn’t dealing with the real Richard–it was Brandon inside their father’s body, and maybe Jake should have been nicer. “I said drop to the fucking ground and give me twenty,” Brandon forced his father’s powerful and deep voice to say with such intimidation. “I mean why do I have to push ups when that fucktard Brandon isn’t even here yet?” Jake gasped as Richard’s hands pushed him hard against the wall. Then his eyes shot open as he felt Richard’s strong hand grip around his throat and squeeze. “Don’t you ever disrespect your little brother like that again. He’s at camp if you must know, so we’re back to you and your shitty attitude. When I let you go I expect you to drop and give me fifty. Are we FUCKING clear?!” Richard growled into Jake’s face as Brandon unleashed his pent up rage. Jake grabbed for his throat and coughed for breath after his throat was freed and immediately dropped down, blasting out push ups until his shaking arms completed number fifty. “See, that’s a good son right there. Making your old man proud. Now go clean the pool.” “But that was Brandon’s–” Jake cut himself off as he saw his father spin around with a look of fury in his eyes. Without another word, Jake scurried to the back yard and began readying the pool vacuum along with the chemicals and the pool net. That left Smith there, still standing at attention but visibly shocked by what he had just witnessed. “Smith, you were a good son getting your ass down here so fast. You’ve been a real shithead to Brandon, but you’ve really grown a lot in the military. Just mow the lawn, and then you can go do whatever. Use the riding mower if you want, I don’t give a shit,” Brandon ordered. “Yes, sir,” Smith responded before going out back to the shed to get started with the lawn. “Holy fuck that was awesome!” Richard exclaimed as he was by himself in the house–it looked almost comical seeing that strong man of the house bursting with the excitement of his 14-year-old son, but this was such a rush for Brandon. The power was almost overwhelming for him, so he realized he needed to:

OPTION: EXPLORE HIS DADS BODY

Afterwards Richard, currently inhabited by Brandon, could no longer ignore the stirring in his jeans. Brandon went to Richard’s room. As Brandon passed by the mirror he could see the large bulge in Richard’s jeans twitching with need, so he pulled down the jeans and rubbed his erect dick through his underwear “ooooohhh fuck” Brandon moaned in Richard’s voice, as a wet spot appeared on the front of his underwear. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled down his pre-cum stained underwear and grabbed ahold of Richard’s erect pole. “I didn’t know how good it felt being a full grown adult”, Brandon exclaimed from inside of Richard’s body. After about 30 minutes he felt the built up of cum in his throbbing member, “aw fuck” Brandon said as his stolen body quaked in pleasure as his long and thick dick shot over 10 long strands of thick cum.

Brandon stared at his Dad’s sexy, manly body in the full length mirror. So strong and virile. He growled a little as he rubbed his hands along that trimmed coat of hair covering that toned and powerful chest. His still hard cock stirred, letting out one last drop of cum that dropped right down onto the floor. The 10 strands of thick cum were slowly gliding down the mirrors surface and Brandon couldn’t help himself in the moment as he dropped down onto his father’s knees and began gliding his tongue up, making contact with the cum before moaning in delight as he licked up every last drop. “ohhhh fuuuuck that tastes so good,” Brandon said in a nice, low and sexy tone. This was a violation of his dad’s body in every possible way, but he was now throbbing rock hard all over again, his pulsating dick prepared to release another fresh drop onto the floor as Brandon finished lapping up the last of that first load in his own father’s body. But as he grabbed his rod and sighed out in contentment he was absolutely sure it would not be the last.

OPTION: GO PLAY WITH DAD’S VIRGIN HOLE

Brandon felt out of control as he rushed for his father’s bed, enjoying the sound and feeling as he hopped on with Richard’s larger, powerful body. It was addicting. And in that moment he was overcome by so much. The combo of his own 14 year old urges and hormones roaring to life combined with his dad’s roaring, powerful body that was flooding with masculine testosterone and finally the gay urges he had started to feel in the last year that only grew stronger after he discovered gay porn. A small logical part of Brandon’s mind knew this was so fucking wrong, but the rest of his mind was overwhelmed by the temptation of the moment. Brandon lifted his father’s muscular and hairy legs in the air and then…

OPTION: WORK A SPITLUBED FINGER INTO HIS DAD’S VIRGIN HOLE

Brandon couldn’t control himself or wait any longer. With his dad’s muscular and hairy legs lifted up in the air Brandon quickly put one of his dad’s thick fingers in his stolen mouth, getting it wet and slick. His heart was pounding in his chest with sex and desire. He eagerly reached that wet finger down to his father’s almost guaranteed virgin hole and began rubbing the wet tip around that rose bud opening. “Ohhhhhhhhhh” Brandon cooed with Richard’s deep, bass filled voice as he ran circles around that opening, getting chills as it involuntarily tightened each time his finger got a little too close. Biting his lip, Brandon decided to bite the bullet and get that show on the road. Spitting into his hand he made sure a glob of that spit was right on his opening before pressing his right index finger up against that impossibly tight hole. Brandon closed his eyes and moaned as he pushed, so slowly, but at a steady pace. His dad’s hole was sooooo tight, or at least he assumed so. Brandon had never even played with his own teen hole. No, his dad’s manly 43 year old hole was the first one he had ever played with and he was so glad. “Ohhhh Fuck!” he gasped out as his eyes shot open and it was like he had gotten past a barrier. There was the initial opening and then a tight band, but once he got past that it’s like he just shot the rest of the finger in up to the knuckle. Brandon was beside himself, gasping out for breath and wriggling his toes around as he began gently twirling that finger around inside himself. He still got off hearing his father’s voice make such passionate and sexual noises. But it really reached a pitch as his inner exploration reached a magical spot. “OH FUCK!” Brandon shouted as he accidentally discovered his father’s prostate. RIchard’s face went bright red as sensation crashed through his body and his own 14 year old son made him finger that spot again and again and again! Brandon hadn’t even touched his father’s dick but was shocked as it reached full hardness and was no pulsating, throbbing, bright red and begging for release. A drop of precum oozed out of that amazing cock as Brandon continued to finger fuck himself with that right index finger and massaged his hairy chest and abs with his free left hand.

OPTION: BRANDON ACCIDENTLY LEAVES HIS DAD’S BODY

Just as Brandon was going to reach for his father’s huge cock all of the sudden his stolen body started to shake and Brandon could feel himself losing control of his father’s manly body. Brandon’s astral form could be seen slowly exiting his father’s body trying to hang on to anything to keep him inside but it proved futile. Once all of Brandon’s form had been expelled from his father’s body, he regained consciousness and was really confused with the scene in front of him and why his asshole was sore. “What?? How did I get here? The last thing I remember was going to check on Brandon.” All of the sudden the father let out a loud deep moan and shot a giant load all over himself. Energy now spent and disoriented the father got up from the bed and looked over at his clothes on the floor and could see his sexy grey underwear with a giant wet spot on the front of the pouch. Just the father was starting to get freaked out about the hole in his memory Brandon decided to use his father’s disoriented state to jump back inside his sexy hairy body. The father let out a grunt of surprised as he felt his control of his hunky body decreasing. “Ughh what’s happening to me!!” The father yelled as his body continued to shake. All of the sudden he stopped shaking and let out a deep chuckle only now it was Brandon controlling his voice. The father looked up and his eyes were now a different shade of grey (brandon’s eye color) to signify Brandon’s dominance over his sexy body. Brandon used his stolen muscular legs to walk over to the mirror “you know, I’ve always been envious of all the men in my family especially you” Brandon from inside his father’s body said. Brandon then forced his father to flex his giant mountain like biceps “I had to see you stride around the house with your shirt off and all these hard muscles for everyone to admire, but now they’re mine to flaunt and control” Brandon then noticed his father’s monstrous hairy cock rise to full hardness “don’t think I forgot about this sexy cock, all those times you walked around in shorts with no underwear on, I could see just how long and thick you were and how your fat cock would bounce around with every step your powerful thick thighs would take oh how I wished I could just get a feel of it, now my dream has come true. I now can feel up your body whenever I please and use your huge cock to plow any man I want” Brandon then forced his father’s giant meaty hand down to his fat cock and started going to town thrusting his hips and moaning so loud in his father’s deep sexy voice that the walls would vibrate. After a few minutes of non stop jerking his father’s sexy hairy cock exploded in the biggest load Brandon has ever seen and covered the mirror and everything around it in giant globs of his father’s mature seed. After Brandon from inside his father came down from his sex high he grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and with a giant smile on his face put them on with no underwear. Brandon took one last look in the mirror with his stolen eyes and admired the way the front of the basketball shorts would bulge out with his father’s cock under his control. He gave his father’s sexy hairy body one last double bicep flex and he could smell the after sex musk his father exuded. The father under the control of Brandon growled deep within his hairy muscled chest as the front of his basketball shorts started to bulge out. Time to go check on the other men of the house!

Happy Pills

Maria happily snapped several selfie with her boyfriend, Carlo, before going to her work in the advertising agency downtown. She promised that she'll be home quick today for their 5th anniversary and Carlo also already cleared his training schedule with his clients for today so he will not be using fatigue as a reason to not go out for the anniversary dinner. They kissed passionately before Maria walked out from the door, Carlo playfully grabbed her ass and caused her to moan before she giggled and swat his hand away

"Later, big man. You'll have all of me tonight," she promised with a seductive wink as she finally leaves the apartment. Carlo then closes the door and sighed, staring at his own palm with disgust as the feeling of grabbing that ass caused him to shiver

"This nasty muscle pig has such a disgusting reflex," he muttered under his breath as he walked to the makeshift gym and started his home workout.

It's arm day for the day, not because he wanted it, but because that's just what Carlo scheduled for Friday and he simply doesn't bother to change it. He would never be able to lift these weight with his wiry arm or properly maintained his form and posture throughout the whole ordeal, but this is simply a routine weight for Carlo and having a pumped muscular arm like his definitely helped to hit the rep and even surpassed it till failure.

Then, like on autopilot, he moved on to the cable machine and started on his tricep pushdown. But not even a minute to the workout, someone rings his doorbell. But as if chased by something, this person clearly tried to rush him to open the door, which angered him as he yelled using his booming voice

"Wait up, fucker, I can hear you,"

With a very aggressive move and probably affected by the latest pump from the arm workout he just did, Carlo opened the door and almost slammed it to the wall. The red-haired nerd on the other side of the door that's been bugging him looked slightly terrified by the reaction before smirking comfortably

"Seems like you also get his aggressive behavior now, what a drastic improvement,"

"Yeah, I think I have everything now. Just crushed his workout before you interrupted me,"

"Well, sorry not sorry. Are you not going to let me in?"

"Carlo would never, but Carlo also hated the fact that his snooping neighbors might get suspicious on why on Earth he befriended a frocio like you, so come on in,"

Barry flinched listening to the slur that Carlo casually dropped, but he brushed it aside as that's typical Carlo. As Barry stepped into the apartment, he witnessed how everything remained quintessentially Carlo, from the music played, the content of the fridge and even the musk that lingered in the air. Yet, there's this underlying vibe of improvement as Carlo no longer left his dirty laundry scattered on the floor and his livestreaming room well-cleaned. It's been more than a week, almost two weeks even, and clearly Henry did a very great job to seamlessly slipped into Carlo and take reign over his life to improve Carlo.

As they headed to the balcony for Carlo's quick fix, Barry also cannot help but noticed the suitcase of his sister right by Carlo's bedside. She clearly didn't realize anything amiss if she stayed this long without saying anything, maybe she's happy that Carlo acted slightly nicer and less temperamental? That's his brief to Henry after all, to treat his sister nicer, maybe he should ask her a bit when she visits his apartment later next week about the recent changes to Carlo

"So, do you feel good?"

"Never been better. Popped this pill once a day and he never resurfaced ever since the takeover day. I still don't get the mechanics, but I literally slipped into his body and took him over with no resistance whatsoever. It's like as if his brain deactivated and my presence phased into him reactivated it yet I was the one left in control,"

"You still have enough stock of it, right?"

"Well, this one will last me for the next 25 days, so, no worries. As I said, one pill is enough to keep him down for 24 hours and I always chugged one right before the 24 hours elapsed,"

So the calculation of the dosage is spot-on. 1 pill for every 24 hours. Maybe he should tell Henry to not drink the pill right on time, see the effect for further learning and accuracy?

"Okay, nice. Maybe we should test up a couple new things for the next few weeks. See how long the pills might lock the real one to not resurface. 24 hours is a hypothetical assumption after all. Anyway, we will not start it right away, give me a week or two and in the meantime, you better call me if anything weird happened, seizure, brain fog, anything, inform me or the team right away, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Ohh, anyway.....I noticed in one of the pills, there's this---"

Carlo choked Barry in the balcony and forcefully shoved a pill to his throat. The skinny scientist is no match to his friend in possession of the bodybuilder's body, so he eventually leave his mouth opened several seconds too long and that's enough time for Carlo to shove the pill down Barry's throat. Barry writhed on the floor, the numbness quickly spread all over his body before his whole form remained stiff on the floor.

Then, a dark-haired young man, not older than 25, strut from the room next door with malicious smirk plastered on his face, he seemed to be eavesdropping everything since Barry walked in judging on how timely he waltzed in to Carlo's apartment

"Oh, look at him, you are so brilliant, baby,"

He kissed Carlo passionately, the much-bigger bodybuilder seemed to be small next to the tattoed guy despite outsizing him by quite a margin

"We can do so many beautiful things with his pills, don't you think so, baby? I can get a few hundreds more as him and then we're free to go to do what we want! Ohhh I can already imagine slipping into that big daddy that lived alone several doors from here and fuck you silly with that big, muscular form baby, sounds amazing, right?"

Carlo just nodded like a puppy, his body language turned meek and excited listening to the tattoed guy as he helped him dragging Barry's body back inside the apartment. Rubbing his hands and licking his lips, the tattoed guy started to strip himself as he gets himself ready to phase into Barry

"Arrivederci, baby. I'll be back soon," he muttered to Carlo as he lunged deep into Barry's form

His girlfriend called him when he's in the bathroom cleaning his hand after a session in the lab. What Joshua didn't know is that her girlfriend number has been hijacked by one of the jocks that broke into her room and fucked her into oblivion, erasing the nerdy biologist from existence as she turned into a fit cock-whore with a pair of delicious tits to gnaw at by hungry jocks. So when Joshua picked the call up, a deep baritone voice instead said

"Bro mode activate"

And that instantly corrupted Joshua and the nearby Alexander into a pair of fit frat bros lookin for new members to recruit to join their pack

This isn't a story, it's just a thought or a set of thoughts that have been going around in my head today.

This morning I saw a boy who went to school with me before going to university. He's 22 now, and I'm 24, but for various reasons, we were in the same class together.

I've been talking to him for a while, it turns out he's already finished university, he has a stable job, he's already moved out of his parents' house, he has a motorcycle, he has a good car, he's in a pretty solid relationship and in general he's happy, I've also seen him as handsome, like very handsome, but maybe that has more to do with him being happy than anything else.

In comparison, I am twenty-four, as I have already said, I have not yet started university, I have been working while studying other types of non-university studies, I don't have a motorcycle, I drive a car that I pray every day will last me another day. I still live with my parents, or rather with my father, who is so narcissistic that he can't contain himself, and I'm sure he'd sell me for any kind of reward. I also don't think I've ever had a romantic relationship in my life, just a couple of casual flings.

And I know it's silly to compare myself to him, it's silly to compare yourself to anyone, but the truth is I couldn't help it.

And even though I'm happy for him, the truth is that I've also felt very jealous, and that's not healthy.

Especially because I don't know the whole story. I only know the ending he told me, but I have no idea what his process was like. I don't know what opportunities he had or didn't have; I only know what I've experienced.

It's in these moments that I also think about the dark side of this type of blogging: wishing for a different kind of life, or someone else's life.

I've really felt very behind him, especially in terms of my studies, because he's already finished at 22, and I'm 24 and still about to start university.

I just wanted to comment here to try and feel a little better. I can't help but feel a little bad after this.

But I don't want to make it seem like I hate my life. It's just that I would have liked to change some things, but I like my life. I like what I'm doing, what I'm achieving, and the pace at which I'm achieving it.

The Possession of Privilege

Sebastian had always been the life of the party, the golden boy with the world at his feet. That night was no different as he left the upscale bar, his laughter echoing in the cool night air. The alcohol had numbed his senses, making the city lights blur into a mesmerizing dance as he stumbled towards his car. He was too intoxicated to notice the slight weave in his steps or the way his speech slurred when he greeted the valet. With a careless toss of his keys, he slid into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life under his unsteady hand. The thrill of the night still coursed through him, fueling his reckless decision to drive.

As he pulled onto the road, the world spun slightly, but Sebastian laughed it off, feeling invincible in his youth and wealth. However, his arrogance was quickly cut short by the flashing lights of a police cruiser behind him. He cursed under his breath, his buzz fading into a sobering realization of his predicament. Officer John Matthews stepped out of the cruiser, his silhouette authoritative under the streetlights.

From John's side, the night had started like any other shift, patrolling the streets, looking for those who broke the law. But when he spotted the erratic driving of a silver sports car, he knew this wasn't just another routine stop. As he approached the vehicle, the smell of alcohol confirmed his suspicions. The driver, a young man with tousled hair and an air of entitlement, was clearly drunk. John's heart raced with a mix of duty and an unexpected thrill; this was no ordinary DUI. This was Sebastian, the son of one of the city's wealthiest families, a life John had always envied.

With practiced ease, John read Sebastian his rights, his voice firm yet tinged with an underlying excitement. He pulled out his handcuffs, the metal glinting under the streetlights. As he secured Sebastian's wrists behind his back, he felt a surge of power, not just from the arrest but from the opportunity before him. The young man, too drunk to resist, mumbled incoherently as John guided him to the back of the police cruiser.

Once Sebastian was pinned to the car, John leaned in close, his breath hot against Sebastian's ear. "You're in for a surprise, rich boy," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. Before anyone could notice, John murmured an ancient spell he had discovered in a forgotten tome. The spell allowed him to enter and possess another's body by entering through their back. A sudden flash of light, an otherworldly sensation, and John found himself handcuffed next to the car.

Now in control, John, as Sebastian, felt the cold metal of the handcuffs against his new wrists. He quickly glanced around, ensuring no one was around. With a subtle movement, he let the key to the handcuffs fall from his pocket, a pre-planned action before he had initiated the spell. He then leaned forward, his body awkwardly contorted due to the cuffs, and managed to pick up the key with his fingers.

With a deft twist, he unlocked the cuffs, freeing his new hands. Standing up, he adjusted his clothing, feeling the luxurious fabric of Sebastian's outfit against his skin. He looked back at his new body in the side mirror and smirked. "Sorry, Sebastian, but I think I'll take it from here," he said to himself, his voice now smooth and rich, unlike his usual gruff tone.

Without wasting any time, John, now fully in Sebastian's body, drove away from the scene. He knew he had to act quickly before anyone realized what had happened. 

In the privacy of Sebastian's opulent apartment, John stood in front of a large, ornate mirror. He was wearing a luxurious silk robe, feeling the smooth fabric against his new, youthful skin. He admired his reflection, the toned body of Sebastian, and couldn't help but feel a thrill at the transformation.

John, still adjusting to his new voice, began to pretend to have a dialogue with his vessel, Sebastian:

"Hey, Sebastian," John said, his voice smooth and rich, unlike his usual gruff tone. "Look at us now, living the dream you took for granted."

He ran his hands over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath the silk. "You had everything, didn't you? Money, freedom, and now, unfortunately for you, me."

John chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the marble bathroom. "I promise I'll take good care of your life. Better than you ever did, I reckon."

His hands continued their exploration, moving lower, past the silk robe to the waistband of his underwear. He admired the defined lines of his new body, the way the muscles tapered down to his groin. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slipped his hand inside, feeling the warmth and the firmness of Sebastian's cock. It was thick, with a smooth, velvety texture, and already semi-hard from the excitement of the situation.

"Look at you," John whispered, his breath catching as he began to stroke himself. He gripped the shaft firmly, his fingers tracing the prominent veins, feeling the pulse of blood as it swelled in his hand. He moved his hand up and down, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of the foreskin gliding over the head, which was now glistening with a bead of precum.

He used his thumb to spread the precum over the tip, making it slick, enhancing the glide of his strokes. "So perfect, so... powerful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The silk robe fell open, revealing more of his new body. John's eyes were locked on his reflection, the sight of his own hand moving rhythmically over Sebastian's cock adding to the eroticism of the moment.

As he continued, his movements became more urgent, his breathing heavier. He watched in the mirror as his hand worked faster, the precum now mixing with his saliva as he spit into his palm for more lubrication. The sound of his wet strokes filled the room, a testament to his arousal.

John's perverse curiosity took over. He leaned closer to the mirror, watching intently as he used his other hand to gently tug at his balls, feeling their weight and warmth. "You like that, don't you, Sebastian?" he whispered, his voice dripping with a perverse delight. He squeezed them lightly, then more firmly, watching his reflection wince and moan.

His focus returned to his cock, now fully erect and throbbing. He spat again, this time directly onto the head, watching the saliva mix with precum before he began to stroke again, faster, more aggressively. He loved the way the slick sounds echoed in the bathroom, amplifying his perverse pleasure.

Finally, with a deep moan, John felt the tension build to a peak. His body tensed, and with a few final, firm strokes, he came, his cum shooting out in thick, white ropes, landing on the mirror in front of him. He watched, mesmerized, as the cum dripped down the glass, a stark contrast to the cool, reflective surface. He smeared some of it with his finger, bringing it to his lips, tasting the salty sweetness, further indulging in his perverse exploration.

"We're going to make some changes, you and I," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "First, no more reckless driving. We'll keep this body in prime condition."

Reverse Inheritance

The first time Leo told me he could astral project, I didn't think much of it. My grandson had been living with me ever since his father—my son—went to prison, and though he was 20n now, he still had that same wild imagination he'd had as a kid.

Just last month, he'd been on about reincarnation, saying he remembered fragments of past lives. And before that, he was convinced our neighbor was running a smuggling ring out of his garage. Normally, I didn’t mind letting him ramble on. But lately, I was starting to get a bit tired of it.

Today, however, Leo seemed particularly insistent. “I’m serious, Grandpa. I can do it. Astral projection. It’s real.”

I scoffed. "Alright, then. Let’s do a little experiment."

"Sure, what kind of experiment?"

I reached over to a drawer and pulled out an old deck of cards, shuffling them a couple of times until I was satisfied. I fanned the cards out, then carefully picked one from the middle, holding it up so only I could see. “If you’re telling the truth, you should be able to ~float out of your body~ and go behind me to tell me what this card is,” I challenged, leaning back.

Leo took a deep breath, closing his eyes. His breathing slowed, his shoulders relaxing in a way I’d never seen before. For a second, I actually thought he might’ve fallen asleep. But then, with his eyes still closed, he whispered, “Eight of spades.”

I froze.  Placing the card face up on the table—the eight of spades.

I forced a laugh. “Lucky guess. Let’s go again.”

Leo gave a small shrug and smirked. “Alright. Let’s.”

I shuffled the deck again, this time picking a card off the top. “Alright, wise guy,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “What is it?”

He closed his eyes again, barely a few seconds this time. “Three of hearts.”

I looked down at the card, and my stomach did a small flip. “Alright,” I said, trying to mask my surprise. “That was another good guess, I’ll give you that. Let’s see if you’re really up to it.”

This time, I picked three cards at once, spreading them face down on the table. “No way you’re getting all of these right,” I muttered, almost to myself.

But a few seconds later, He rattled them off without a second thought. “Queen of diamonds, five of clubs, ace of spades.”

I looked at each card in my hand, and they were all correct. My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t hide it. “Shit… wow,” I breathed. “Alright, kid, you got me. I believe you.”

Leo’s eyes opened, and he gave me a small, satisfied smile. “You want me to teach you how?”

My heart was pounding a little faster than usual. “You think I could?” I asked, half-joking but more curious than I wanted to let on.

Leo leaned forward, his face serious. “Yeah. But you have to really want to do it. Like, let go of everything. All those thoughts that keep you grounded here.”

"Let go of everything…" I repeated.

---

Over the next few weeks, Leo patiently taught me to master astral projection. At first, it felt like some sort of strange meditation. But gradually, I learned how to slip out of my physical body, just as Leo did, until I could stand beside myself, looking down at the slouched figure.

Each session, Leo and I would push the boundaries a little more. We couldn’t go too far since our astral projections only seemed to last about four hours at a time, and even then, we couldn’t travel much faster than a brisk jog. But I was fine with that; I wasn’t interested in dashing across the city, only in seeing how far I could push this strange new freedom.

When we’d reach the end of our limit and weren’t back in our bodies yet, something bizarre would happen. Our astral selves would start to get get pulled back, as if our bodies had a magnetic force calling us home. Those first few times, it was disorienting, hurtling back through space until I snapped back into my skin, breathless, my heart pounding. Leo explained that it was the body’s way of keeping us tethered, that if we stayed out too long, our astral forms would dissipate like smoke, and we’d cease to exist.

“Cease to exist?” I asked him one night, feeling the weight of that warning.

Leo nodded, his face solemn. “I haven’t pushed it that far, Grandpa. And I don’t think we should. The pull back gets stronger the closer we get to that limit. But if we ignore it…” He shrugged, letting the words hang in the air, dark and final.

Still, despite the risk, I found myself craving these nightly adventures. For the first time in years, I felt alive, truly alive. As someone who’d all but resigned myself to the slow, tired rhythms of old age, it was thrilling. But as our nights stretched on, I started to wonder about Leo’s fascination with this skill. He was young; he didn’t have a curfew, he didn’t have an old, weary body holding him back. He could be out living his life instead of hovering in ghostly form around the house or strolling through empty streets with his old grandpa. What was he getting out of this?

One night, as we settled into our chairs to begin our ritual, I glanced over at Leo’s body. He’d gotten comfortable, his head tilted back, his breathing already slowing, his eyelids fluttering shut. It struck me how young and full of life he looked, even when he was so still. I felt an odd pang of longing, a desire that surprised me in its intensity.

When had I last felt young? Truly young, without the weight of decades pressing down on my shoulders? What would it be like to feel like that one more time, to feel that boundless energy I saw in Leo.

As Leo’s breathing grew steady, his astral self drifting beside me, I looked back at his empty body, sitting there, vulnerable and untouched. The thought tugged at me, and for a moment, I felt an almost irresistible urge to reach out, take his body for myself just for one fleeting moment

---

The idea had been lingering in the back of my mind for weeks now. Every time I saw Leo drifting out of his body, the temptation grew a little stronger.

He was shy about his body, sure, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that felt like a betrayal somehow, slipping into him without asking. But there’s no way he’d ever say yes. Besides, I would be in and out before he’d ever know, right?

Finally, I gathered the courage. One evening, Leo announced he was heading out and asked me to join. “I’ll be back in a couple hours, wanna come with,” he said with a grin as he leaned back, his breathing slowing as he began the process.

I shook my head no, feigning sleepiness. “I’ll stay in tonight,” I replied. “I could use the rest.”

As his body drifted to sleep, I waited, counting each minute until I was sure his astral form was far enough away. Then, with my heart racing, I initiated my own astral walk and hovered towards his body .

A deep anticipation rushed over me as I prepared to enter. “Just a half hour, tops” I told myself.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to slip in as gently as possible. But something was wrong. As soon as I began, it felt as if I were pushing against a wall. I couldn’t just slide in like I usually did with my own body. I adjusted my position, aligning myself more carefully with his form, and tried again. This time, I felt a bit of give, and gradually, I was able to push through, inch by inch.

First my legs merged with his, then my torso. I felt the strength in his muscles as I took on his form. I kept pushing, my hands now matching his, aligning, filling out his arms, until finally, my head was nearly there, just hovering over his own.

But then, out of nowhere, I saw Leo’s astral form float towards me from across the room, his face a mixture of shock and fear. Me entering his body must’ve attracted his astral form back as a defense mechansim. Panic flared within me. If he re-entered his body while I was halfway in… I didn’t even know what would happen, but I didn’t want to find out. Before he could reach me, I shoved my head down, slipping fully inside.

---

I blinked, and when I opened my eyes again, I realized I was fully conscious—inside Leo’s body. My vision felt sharper, my muscles responsive, and as I looked down, I took in his smooth, toned arms, the strength and youth radiating through every limb. It was exhilarating.

I hopped up, feeling the lightness in my step that I hadn’t felt in years. Each movement was effortless, as if my body itself had forgotten what it meant to be heavy. I walked around the room, flexing his hands, rolling his shoulders, feeling every inch of youth as it coursed through me.

But then I felt something odd—a light tapping on my stomach, almost like a faint punch or a persistent nudge. Instinctively, I flexed Leo’s abs, the sensation dulling a bit, and that’s when it hit me. That tapping—that was Leo, trying to get his body back.

“Leo…” I whispered, feeling a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry, kid. I’ll be out soon, I promise.”

I let myself enjoy the feeling of his body, each sensation crisp and vivid. As I explored myself, I felt a familiar tension grow in my pants, one that I hadn’t felt in years. Instinctively, I reached down to my waistband and grabbed down to tug at my new, surprisingly hairy ball sack. That was enough to get my cock to throb.

I began stroking my new, uncut cock while feeling up my smooth torso with my other hand. As I did, my mind wandered to all the hot guys I could pull in this body if Leo ever let me borrow it again. Concentrating on that thought was all it took to send me over the edge. Slowly and sensually tugging at my shaft, I spurted all over my chest, completely draining mysefl.

Finally, as I lay back into the bed, a wave of satisfaction washed over me, leaving me feeling both exhilarated and calm. The room was warm and quiet, and with the last bit of energy fading from me, I felt a sudden drowsiness settle in. I lay down, and before I could convince myself to leave, I drifted into sleep, enveloped in the softness of youth and the quiet of Leo’s room.

--

I jolted awake, my heart racing as I felt hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me roughly. Blinking in confusion, I looked up—and there was my old, familiar face, creased with panic and rage, staring down at me.

“What the hell did you do?” he demanded, his voice hoarse and furious.

It took me a second to process, my mind still foggy from sleep. I tried to sit up, disoriented, and felt the youthful energy of Leo’s body springing into action, as if the night hadn’t worn it down in the slightest.

“What…” I managed, words failing me. But he kept going, too upset to wait for me to catch up.

“I had no choice but to take your body,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “Otherwise, I’d have just… disappeared. Astral projection doesn’t work for body swapping. That’s not how it’s supposed to go. I never told you that because I didn’t think you’d ever try something like this.”

The full weight of his words settled over me, each one hitting like a cold punch. “So… we can’t just switch back?”

He shook his—my—head, a bitter smile flashing across his face. “No. There's a refractory period before we can attempt any switch again. It’s designed to prevent exactly what you just did. We’d have to wait ten years before we could even try to go back.”

“Ten years…” I repeated, the words sinking in like stones in my stomach. My old body—now his—was 90. I knew my own heart, knew how every joint ached, knew how every year was harder than the last. The odds of it lasting another decade were slim to none.

The guilt knotted in my chest, sharp and sour. I opened my mouth to apologize, to try to explain, but the words caught in my throat. What could I even say?

But then, unbidden, a different thought crept in. In ten years, this body would be 30. That meant I had Leo’s—my entire 20s to live again, the years I’d once cherished and missed deeply. I looked down at my youthful hands, the strength and vitality I could feel coursing through every inch of Leo’s body, and felt a strange, conflicted thrill rise within me.

He must’ve noticed the shift in my expression, because his face—my old, familiar face—darkened. “Are you… are you happy about this?” he whispered, incredulous.

I shook my head, trying to fight the feelings rising up within me, but they were relentless. The shame of it burned hot, yet I couldn’t deny the excitement simmering just beneath.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression steady. “Leo,” I said softly, but I didn’t know how to finish.

He watched me, a flash of betrayal in his eyes as he seemed to understand, even without me saying it. And then, with a bitter laugh, he turned away.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room. Fuck, this’ll be fun.

(Un)touchable Fiancé

Read Part 1

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"You're really okay with this?" Austin asked, his tone low. "With me being him?"

Eli nodded, slowly. His voice came quiet, tight. "I want you even more because of it."

Austin didn't react right away. He simply stood there, framed by the mirror. His body—broad, sculpted, veined—was frozen in a moment of self-worship. The gold chain resting against his collarbone caught the light, swinging gently with each breath.

Behind him, Eli sat on the bench—shirtless, flushed, and silent. His eyes didn't move. He watched like the moment might vanish if he blinked.

Austin flexed—just one arm, slow and deliberate. The muscle swelled beneath his skin, perfect and unhurried.

"You still breathing back there?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the mirror.

Eli swallowed. "Barely."

A smirk crept across Austin's face. Not playful—measured.

"Good," he said. "That's how it should be."

He ran a hand slowly over his chest, down across his abs, watching his own fingers trace the hard lines. "You know what's wild? I look like this, and somehow it's your sister who got the ring. Not you. But you're the one in here, watching me like I'm a god."

Eli didn't respond.

"God damn," he muttered, almost to himself. "I really do look better every day."

Austin stepped toward him.

"Look at me."

Eli obeyed.

Austin leaned in, close but not touching. "You'll come crawling back again. Because you don't want kindness. You want this. My voice in your ear. My hand on your throat. This body. This ego."

He licked Eli's forehead—not tenderly, but like sealing ownership.

Eli's voice came, small but thick with tension. "I saw you last night. Through the door. With her."

Austin grinned, teeth flashing in the mirror. He didn't look at Eli—he didn't have to. "Yeah? You watched the whole thing like a little perv? That door wasn't closed by accident."

Eli flinched, cheeks burning.

Austin finally turned, walking slowly toward him, towel loose around his waist, droplets sliding down the deep grooves of his abs. "Let me guess—you were stroking it while I railed some random girl from the club? You couldn't help yourself."

Eli tried to respond, but the words caught in his throat.

"She was so easy," Austin said, standing over him now. "Didn't even ask my name. Just spread for the body. And you? You're sitting here begging for scraps. Watching me like I'm some kind of prize. Pathetic."

Austin grabbed Eli by the arm and turned him around with casual force.

"Come on. Bend over."

Eli didn't resist.

Austin smirked.

Eli leaned forward, bracing himself against the cold bathroom counter, breath shallow, heart pounding. Austin stood tall, his presence imposing. "I'm still not gay," he muttered. "But you were made to worship me."

Austin's hands gripped Eli's waist with quiet control—assertive, firm. His confidence wasn't loud; it didn't need to be. Then Austin began to move his hips forward, again and again. His hand reached around Eli's neck and pulled him back.

His gaze didn't shift to Eli. It stayed fixed on the mirror—on himself. On the way his shoulders squared perfectly, the way control fit him like a second skin. His reflection was the only approval he needed.

Eli trembled—not in fear, but in awe. Pulled into the gravity of the man behind him.

"You look better like this," Austin said in a voice low enough to make Eli's spine tense. "Bent. Obedient."

Austin growled against his lips. "Don't moan too loud. The same girl is still asleep in the other room."

————

Austin's days had rhythm—an unapologetic, alpha routine that never missed a beat. If Owen had once hesitated to slip into the full rhythm of Austin's life, that hesitation was gone. Now, he didn't just wear the body. He lived it. Owned it.

Every morning started with sweat. A run at sunrise, letting the sun catch every hard line of his body as he pushed himself down the neighborhood sidewalks.

Once Austin entered the open garage door, chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths, his brown tank clinging to every ridge of his body. Sweat darkened the fabric in streaks down his chest, spine, and armpits—fresh proof of his morning run.

Eli stood silently at the edge of the room, eyes locked on him.

Austin didn't look at him at first. He peeled off his running watch, unbothered, then finally turned his gaze to Eli—sharp, annoyed, knowing.

"You got a job to do, Eli. Don't just stand there drooling." he commanded, voice cold and clipped.

Eli flinched at the command—but his breath caught in his throat at the same time. He nodded quickly and moved forward, eyes fixed on the soaked outline of Austin's torso.

"God, my scent," Austin muttered, pulling the hem up slowly. Eli's breath hitched again as each inch of sweat-slicked muscle revealed itself. The tank peeled off with resistance, clinging to Austin's back and armpits before he yanked it over his head.

He let it fall to the floor with a wet slap.

"Pick it up."

Eli obeyed immediately, fingers trembling as he lifted the still-warm shirt to his face. He pressed it against his nose, inhaling deeply, eyes fluttering shut. The salty, masculine scent hit him like a drug.

Austin watched him with open disdain. "God. You really are into this. You're not even trying to hide it anymore."

Eli couldn't speak—he was too overwhelmed. He just nodded again, clutching the soaked shirt like something sacred.

Austin raised one arm, slow and deliberate, revealing the soaked tuft beneath. The scent was stronger here.

"Go on," Austin said. "Since you want it so bad. Prove it."

Eli leaned forward, face trembling as he pressed into Austin's armpit, inhaling like it gave him life.

Austin sneered, barely hiding his smirk. "You're disgusting. And you love it."

Eli nodded again, eyes wide with reverence.

"Don't stop. Not until I say."

And so he did—worshipping the body, the scent...

————

Austin also worked as a fitness coach by late morning. Sessions took place in a sleek, private gym downtown—clients hung on his every word. Women flirted. Men tried to impress him. Austin teased, flirted back when it suited him, leaning fully into the role. He'd touch a client's waist to correct her form, let his voice drop when giving praise. And when he caught her checking out his arms or the sweat pooling at his chest, he never hid the smirk.

Afternoons were filled with errands, emails, and business calls—running the small online fitness brand Austin had built before Owen took over. Content planning, sponsorships, Instagram reels showing off his pump progress and morning ab checks. His DMs were a warzone of thirsty messages. He chose who to respond to with precision.

And then came evenings.

Austin often went out—but Eli didn't know where or with whom. What he did know was that in the mornings, random women sometimes emerged from the bedroom. Eli had long since accepted that Austin cheated on Iris regularly. Owen didn't hold back, using the body to its full, raw potential—sleeping with whomever he pleased.

Other nights, Austin played the part of the fiancé. Iris adored him. He remembered how she liked her wine, her favorite shows, when to compliment her dress. He kissed her on cue. Held her waist when her parents visited. Took couple selfies, posted with cocky captions. He even showed up for brunch with her friends—pretending he wasn't hungover from the night before.

Every version of Austin was a role Owen performed to perfection. The gym god. The charming coach. The flirty bad boy. The ideal boyfriend. The golden son-in-law.

And beneath it all, Owen smirked in the mirror.

Eli had become a regular fixture in Austin's house—not as a guest, but as something else entirely. He played the role Owen carved out for him: submissive, silent, always eager. He stayed in the guest room most nights, waiting for a single message from Austin to know when to be present, when to disappear, when to listen.

Austin never hid his disdain—his words were sharp, cold, often laced with casual homophobia. "You're lucky I let you breathe my air, creep." And Owen made sure those words came from Austin's lips with such authenticity it made Eli shiver.

And Eli loved it.

He loved serving under the illusion—the golden boy alpha who barely tolerated his existence. He loved the tension. The cruelty. The way Owen's intelligence laced every insult, making them cut deeper.

Sometimes, Austin would text him just one word: "Stay."

That meant Eli was to remain silent in the guest room while Austin brought home a girl from the bar. The moans would echo through the walls. The creak of the bed. The low grunts. The gasped praise—Eli heard it all.

And it tore him apart.

Not because of Iris. Not because of the girl.

Because it wasn't him.

He'd sit on the floor in the dark, fists clenched, head against the wall, drowning in envy. Wishing Austin would walk in and humiliate him all over again. Wishing he could be the one under Austin's grip. Pinned down. Owned.

Eli wasn't just obsessed.

He was addicted.

To the scent. The sound. The body.

To Austin.

To Owen.

Because now, the man everyone loved? That was him.

He didn't just become Austin.

He became something more.

————

There were days Austin played the role so well, Eli almost believed the lie himself. Whenever he showed up with Iris at the family house—clean-cut, confident, polite—he slipped into the real Austin's mask without effort.

He'd greet Eli's parents with a strong handshake, compliment the food, talk about crypto investments and gym progress. With Iris clinging to his side, Austin would chuckle at jokes, nod along to weekend plans, and throw a protective arm around her shoulders.

And to Eli? Nothing.

Sometimes a nod. Sometimes a curt "Hey."

The golden boy act was flawless.

Eli sat across the table, barely spoken to, barely acknowledged. Austin would look right through him during dinner. Smile at Iris. Toast with her dad. Pretend Eli wasn't even there.

Once, during a cookout, Iris was chatting with her mother in the kitchen, and Austin leaned against the doorframe, sipping from a beer bottle. Eli passed by, their eyes met.

"Don't get too worked up tonight," Austin said under his breath, his voice sharp and smug. "She's wearing lace for me."

He took another slow sip and walked away like nothing happened.

Another time, after a family board game night, Austin stood next to Eli in the hallway as everyone packed up. His voice was low, expression cool.

"You looked like you were going to cry when I kissed her goodnight. What's wrong? Jealous?"

And once, when they were all watching a movie together, Iris curled up under Austin's arm, Austin looked across the room to Eli, his expression unreadable.

Then he mouthed the words: "She moans louder than you."

Eli's stomach twisted with heat, shame, and longing. And when Austin returned to stroking Iris's hair like a perfect boyfriend, Eli could only sit in silence—haunted, aching, addicted.

Because no matter how well Austin performed the golden boy, those sharp moments of cruelty proved one thing: Owen knew exactly what Eli needed to hear to burn.

————

There were moments Eli couldn't tell where Austin ended and Owen began. He knew the real Austin had been cold, distant—never openly cruel, never dramatic. If he disliked someone, he did it through silence, through subtle power plays. The perfect image of masculine composure. He never needed to raise his voice to dominate.

But Owen… Owen gave Eli something different.

Something darker.

Living in Austin's body gave Owen permission to push the fantasy further, to explore what Eli secretly wanted: a golden boy with a monster lurking beneath. And so, when the two were alone, Austin transformed into something wild—unhinged, unapologetic.

He strutted shirtless through the house, sweat glistening from an afternoon run, cracking open a cold drink and letting it pour down his throat—down his chest, soaking into his shorts like he couldn't care less. He was a god with no grace. Loud. Cocky. Animalistic.

Eli watched, frozen with lust.

"Look at you," Austin barked. "Sitting there like a pathetic little fanboy. Waiting to lick up my sweat?"

Eli said nothing.

Austin leaned in, grabbing Eli's chin with just enough pressure. "You didn't know the real Austin. Just the curated one. But this is what you wanted." His eyes burned.

Eli nodded, breathless.

He flexed—slow, deliberate—then stepped closer, voice low. "The real Austin would've ignored you. Me? I watch you break."

And just like that, the cruelty turned primal. He grabbed the back of Eli's head and shoved him down, sweat dripping from his chest.

"You want the real thing?"

Eli didn't answer.

Austin smirked. "Then prove it."

And Eli did—because every sharp word, every grunt, every second of dominance… was devotion.

————

There were moments when Owen's exaggerated roleplay took over—loud, taunting, openly cruel. But there were others Eli craved more. The ones where he caught a glimpse of who the real Austin had likely been beneath the curated image. And it wasn't in private, but when Austin was surrounded by his best mates.

That was when Austin let the mask drop just enough.

He wasn't loud like them. He didn't boast. But he was the quiet leader—leaning back with his arms crossed, expression unreadable, letting the others bark and laugh around him. He chose when to speak. And when he did, they listened. That's when Eli saw it. The natural dominance. The way Austin didn't need to mock or posture.

But Nick? Nick was different.

Eli first met Nick at a boxing event. Austin had paid for Eli's ticket but told him to sit a row behind. "Don't make it weird," he'd texted.

Eli obeyed. And from there, he watched.

Nick was the kind of guy who didn't know how to tone it down. Built like a tank, forearms veined and bulging, his black shirt stretched tight across a chest that looked carved out of gym steel. His voice boomed over the crowd, even in the packed arena.

"Bro, that chick from Friday? Absolute smoke show. Tightest fuckin' body I've seen all month. Screamed my name like she was in church."

He laughed—loud, careless. Eli flinched at the sound, but also… couldn't look away.

Nick leaned over toward Austin, fist bumping him. "You get with that blonde again? The one with the fake lashes? Told you she wanted it."

Austin gave a small smirk and a slow nod.

Nick whistled. "Fucking savage. Bro, you live the dream. These girls are starving out here, man. I swear, give 'em a wink and they melt."

He leaned back, spreading out in his seat like the arena was built for him. Tugging at the collar of his shirt to reveal a bit more of his chest, Nick caught sight of a group of girls walking by and grinned.

"Watch this," he muttered to Austin with a wink, then stood up mid-row, swaggering down toward the girls with no hesitation, confidence practically dripping off of him. He said something loud—too loud—and one of the girls laughed, tossing her hair. Nick threw his arm around her shoulders like they'd known each other for years, spinning her toward her friends like a prize.

"Told ya I was gonna pull one," he called back over his shoulder to Austin, who simply smirked, watching the spectacle unfold with an amused shake of his head.

Nick whispered something into the girl's ear, then pointed toward Austin with a booming laugh. The girls looked over, giggling, before Nick made his way back up the steps.

"Bro's the silent killer," Nick said with a grin, clapping Austin on the shoulder. "All I gotta do is point, and they're wet."

Then—he smiled.

It wasn't the kind of smile that invited you in. It was the kind that promised trouble. A flash of white teeth, confidence, and danger wrapped in testosterone and ego. Eli caught it from two rows back—and felt his whole body lock up.

The smile was erotic, magnetic. But there was something vicious in it. It wasn't meant for him. Nick hadn't even registered Eli's presence. But just seeing it made Eli feel exposed.

That smile was a warning.

He was the embodiment of danger and dominance, the kind of guy Eli knew would destroy him with a glance. There was no softness. No filter. No shame.

Eli couldn't help it—his stomach fluttered with something he hated admitting. Arousal. Terror. Obsession.

And from a row ahead, Austin glanced back once—just once—and caught the look on Eli's face.

He smirked.

Because he knew exactly what Eli was feeling.

Just then, Nick leaned over again, clearly enjoying the spotlight he never stopped demanding. Whatever he said was low and crude, just for Austin's ears—and Austin's expression cracked. The cool exterior gave way to something looser, rougher, like a mask dropped in the presence of a real friend.

"You're such a piece of work, bro," Austin said, laughing under his breath. He bumped Nick's shoulder, eyes lighting up with something rare—genuine camaraderie. "But yeah, she was into it. Said I ruined her for anyone else."

Nick let out a bark of laughter, no filter, no care who heard. "Classic. You and your damn cheat codes, man. Bro, stop hogging all the tens. Leave a couple for the rest of us degenerates."

Austin rolled his eyes but smirked, lifting his drink in salute. "Earn it like I did, asshole."

The two of them shared a look, a loud laugh, and suddenly Austin wasn't the polished, controlled version Eli usually saw. He was in full bro mode—smirking, flexing slightly as he laughed, leaning into Nick like they'd ruled every locker room they ever walked into.

It was jarring—and hot.

Because Eli had never seen Austin like that. He looked unfiltered. Real. Like this version of him had always been waiting under the surface.

————

When it came to Austin's friends, Eli hadn’t expected someone like Adam.

He'd imagined someone like Nick—or worse. Another alpha clone who acted like women and protein shakes were all that mattered. But Adam? Adam was something else entirely. He looked like he belonged in their circle—tall, athletic, lean muscle in all the right places—but his energy was nothing like the others.

He was open. Friendly. Grounded.

"Hey," Adam said, holding out a hand when Austin made the lazy introduction. "Adam. You're Iris's brother, right? Cool to finally meet you."

Eli blinked, surprised by the genuine smile. "Yeah—Eli. Nice to meet you too."

Austin didn't bother to chime in, already sipping from a shaker bottle and looking at his phone.

"Iris told me you were around a lot," Adam added with a chuckle. "Guess that makes sense now."

Austin shrugged, not looking up. "She made me promise to hang with him today."

"I don't mind," Adam said quickly. "Actually, I was about to hit the gym, but I can reschedule—"

"No," Austin cut in, finally glancing up. "We'll go. Just us."

Adam glanced at Eli, clearly not wanting to exclude him. "Unless you want to come too? It's chill either way."

Eli nodded, heart hammering. "Sure. Sounds good."

————

Eli was used to following Austin to the gym. There, he could drool over Austin's body without restraint. Austin, of course, rarely acknowledged him. It was a game for both of them.

But Austin always made an effort to keep Eli out of sight—to avoid unwanted attention. No one was supposed to suspect that a guy like Eli was hanging around someone like Austin.

Not even when Austin's younger brother suddenly appeared on the scene.

It had been a few days ago. Eli had just returned to Austin's place after working a grueling night shift, all he could think about was crashing on the couch for a few hours. The hallway was quiet, the familiar scent of Austin's cologne still lingering from earlier.

But as he stepped into the kitchen, the low hum of a blender caught his attention.

Someone was already there.

A guy leaned against the marble countertop, sipping a thick protein shake from a clear bottle. Tall. Muscular. Blonde hair, shorter on the sides, styled with effortless confidence. He wore a deep blue tank top that made his frame look even more pronounced—the kind of build that made gym influencers jealous. His skin glowed under the kitchen lights, arms veined, neck glistening.

For a moment, Eli thought Austin had returned early. But the posture was too relaxed. The expression too open.

The stranger looked up from his phone and gave a slow, assessing once-over. "Yo. You Eli?"

Eli froze. "Uh... yeah."

The guy nodded, offered a hand. "Justin. Austin's brother. Guess I'm the surprise guest today."

He smiled. Not like Austin's smirks that always felt loaded—this one was disarmingly warm, and yet... just as commanding.

Eli took the handshake, his mind racing. Austin had never once mentioned having a brother. And now here he was, in the middle of their apartment like he belonged. Like he'd been here a hundred times before.

Justin tilted his head as he took another sip from his shake. "Don't worry, man. He probably didn't mention me ‘cause I've been outta state for a while. Work stuff. Startup gig in Seattle. I just moved back this week."

"Oh," Eli said, trying to compose himself. "Cool. That makes sense."

It didn't. Not really.

Because now that he saw him, he couldn't stop seeing the Austin in him. Same sharp jawline. Same cut-from-marble build. But different all the same. Where Austin was intense, cold, even cruel—Justin felt grounded. Open. Like a guy who wouldn't put you down just for breathing next to him. But that familiarity in his voice, the shape of his arms, the way he rested his weight against the counter like he owned it—that was Austin.

And then, a flash—Eli remembered. A photo from months ago on Austin's Instagram feed. He hadn't paid attention to the second guy back then. But now... the resemblance was unmistakable. Justin had always been there, just outside the spotlight.

Eli found himself locked in place, eyes tracing every shift in Justin's posture. He hated how quickly his heart had started pounding.

"He told me you were staying here," Justin said. "Said you were the brother of Iris, so you are like family. That true?"

Eli hesitated. "I guess you could say that."

Justin's expression shifted slightly. Less amused. More analytical.

"Huh," he muttered. "Didn't think he'd keep someone like you around. Not saying that to be rude. Just... surprising, considering it's Austin."

Eli tensed. "What does that mean?"

Justin shrugged, letting the moment hang. "You just don't seem like the kind of guy he lets get close. He always had his... type."

Before Eli could respond, Justin stood and stretched, tank riding up to reveal tight abs and the dip of his hips. Eli tried not to stare.

Justin leaned against the doorframe. "You seem alright though. Maybe he's changed. Or maybe you just caught him in a generous mood."

Just then, the door opened behind them. Heavy footsteps. Austin.

He walked in, scanning the scene with narrowed eyes. His jaw tightened ever so slightly.

"Didn't realize we were having a family reunion," Austin said, voice clipped.

Justin turned slightly on the couch, grinning. "I was in the neighborhood. Figured I'd say hi. Didn't believe you were keeping Iris' brother as a roommate."

Austin's eyes flicked to Eli. Not pleased. Not surprised either. Just annoyed.

"Well, now you know," he said. Then, to Eli, "Got something to do or you just standing there for fun?"

The tension hung like smoke.

Justin gave a low chuckle. "C'mon. Don't be like that."

Austin grabbed his keys and turned. "We're heading out."

"Where to?"

"Gym."

Justin adjusted his shirt. "You're not coming?" he asked Eli casually.

Austin cut in. "He wouldn't lift a bar if it had gold on it."

Justin laughed, short and sharp. "Damn. Brutal."

But Eli caught the flicker of something else in Justin's smile. Not just amusement. Something colder.

And then they were gone—two forces of nature moving out the door, leaving Eli standing in their wake.

————

But with Adam in the gym this place became something else entirely. Eli had been there countless times with Austin alone—but never like this. The two of them fell into rhythm instantly, spotting each other, trash-talking between sets.

"You're slipping, man," Adam said, racking his weights. "That last incline was sloppy."

"Bullshit," Austin replied with a smirk. "You're just jealous I've still got the better chest."

"You've got the better ego, maybe."

Eli hovered at the edge, pretending to be into his cardio, but his eyes kept drifting back. To Adam's shoulders. The way his chest swelled with each rep. The defined lines of his arms when he racked a barbell.

And that smile.

Friendly. Real. Like he didn't have anything to prove. Eli could see why Austin kept him around—it grounded the whole dynamic. Even if Austin was colder now, Owen still respected the bond.

"You sure you're good over there?" Adam called out at one point, looking toward Eli on the treadmill.

Eli nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'm just doing cardio."

"No worries. Just let us know if you wanna jump in."

"He won't," Austin muttered to Adam. "He's more of a watcher."

Eli flushed but forced a laugh. Adam gave a brief glance—confused, maybe—but didn't press.

The rest of the session, Eli tried hard not to stare. He focused on keeping his form tight, wiping sweat often, hoping Adam wouldn't catch a glimpse of the way his eyes lingered.

But when Adam peeled off his sweatshirt halfway through the workout, revealing that sculpted torso, Eli's stomach twisted. Not with lust alone. But with guilt. Guilt that he craved something pure—and turned it into his black fantasy.

Adam caught his eye at the water fountain later, offering a kind smile.

"Hey, if you ever wanna tag along for a workout or just talk fitness, I’m around," Adam said, easy and sincere. "No pressure, man."

"Yeah," Eli replied, his voice catching slightly. "That... that’d be great."

And as Adam turned back toward Austin, laughing at something stupid he said, Eli knew he was doomed.

Because there was something about Adam—the body of a god, the soul of a saint—that made Eli want to be good. Even if he couldn't stop living his fantasy.

————

The morning sunlight was already sharp when Austin walked through the front door, a tailored camel coat hanging open over a white V-neck tee and slim jeans. The collar of a leather jacket peeked out from under the coat, framing his jaw like armor. His boots clicked sharply against the floor. He looked annoyed. Not furious—just mildly inconvenienced, like whatever girl he'd left in bed wasn't worth the Uber back.

Eli stood in the hallway, breath catching.

Austin looked like a walking ad for danger and dominance. The coat framed his broad shoulders perfectly, the jeans hugging his thighs just right. The way his hand casually tugged at the hem of his shirt made the moment feel choreographed—effortless and commanding.

"What?" Austin asked, catching Eli's stare, voice flat and cold.

Eli blinked. "N-nothing. Just... welcome back."

Austin grunted, grabbing a protein bar from the kitchen. "I am going to the gym."

Eli's heart jumped. He opened his mouth to beg—then stopped.

"You're coming too," Austin said casually, already peeling the wrapper. "Don't look so surprised. Even Adam'll be there. Figured you'd enjoy that."

Eli stiffened.

Austin turned, a lazy smirk on his lips. "You really think I haven't noticed how you act around him? The good guy. The sweet one. Bet you dream about thanking him on your knees, huh?"

Eli flushed, lips parting, but Austin didn't wait for a reply.

"Just remember your role," he added, stepping closer, eyes sharp beneath the edge of his coat. "You're my servant. You don't get to choose who turns you on. I do."

————

The gym air was thick with testosterone and pre-workout fumes.

Adam greeted Eli the moment they walked in. His smile was just as warm, his handshake firm.

"Hey! Good to see you again, man. Glad you came."

Eli melted. "Thanks. You too."

Austin slipped between them quickly, clapping Adam on the shoulder. "Let's get started. Bench first."

The two dove into their rhythm—warm-up, plates, reps, low banter about stocks and macros. Eli stuck to cardio, eyes tracing the two of them. Adam was all focus. Form perfect. Eyes kind. Even as he tried to include Eli with little comments, Austin pulled him away.

"Let him run. You're here for a real workout."

Half an hour in, Austin left for a moment and Adam turned during a water break.

"You and Iris get along well?" he asked Eli.

"Yeah, she's great."

"That's good. I've known Austin forever. If he's serious about someone, I wanna know the people around her are solid. You seem... grounded."

Eli smiled faintly. "I try."

Adam clapped his shoulder. "Keep trying."

Austin returned minutes later, scowling as he saw the two of them mid-conversation. His voice was clipped. "You done bonding yet?"

"We're good," Adam said easily. "Just chatting."

Austin gave Eli a look. The kind that said: mine.

———

Eli slipped into the restroom to catch his breath—but the moment the door clicked shut behind him, he froze.

Nick.

The beast stood shirtless, entirely absorbed in his reflection.

Under the harsh, sterile locker room lights, every inch of his carved physique was on display. He wasn't posing for anyone. This wasn't vanity. It was reverence—toward himself.

Nick grinned at his reflection. Not with arrogance, not with menace - just a quiet, deeply satisfied grin. Like a man who is proud of the temple he has built. As if the mirror only reflected a pale version of who he thought he really was. As if he knew he could never reflect the full power.

Then his gaze wandered upwards and caught on Eli through the reflection, who was playing with his own bulge with his hands.

The mood changed instantly.

"What the fuck do you think you're lookin' at?" Nick growled, stepping forward, veins popping along his neck.

Eli's breath caught.

Nick advanced like a charging bull. "You some kinda fuckin' creep? You wanna stare at me like that, you better be ready to deal with it."

Eli stumbled backward.

"Eyes down, freak," Nick snapped, voice rising. "You hear me? You think this is a fuckin' show for you to jerk off to?"

Eli bolted for the nearest stall, slammed it shut, and locked it. His pulse hammered as Nick's voice echoed through the room.

"Sick little bitch. Don't even belong in this gym. Stay the fuck away from me."

Eli crouched in silence, breath ragged, humiliated. The cold tile pressed against his back as he stared at the closed door of the stall, his thoughts racing.

Why the hell is Nick here?

Finally, with a shallow breath, he stood. His legs were stiff, his heart still hammering in his chest. Carefully, he unlocked the stall and pushed it open just an inch—then another—peeking out as if the air beyond might bite.

Empty.

He stepped out slowly, shoes echoing faintly on the tiles. No sign of Nick. Just the afterimage of that confident grin in the mirror, etched into his mind.

————

Back in the gym, Nick was nowhere to be seen. Eli hoped—prayed—they'd missed each other. Adam greeted him with a warm nod, like nothing had happened. Eli forced a smile, but the question burned in his throat.

"Did you know Nick was here?" he hissed at Austin, voice low.

Austin smirked, tossing a towel over his shoulder like it was nothing. "I know."

Eli blinked. "You... what?"

Austin's smirk didn't fade—but his gaze sharpened, cool and annoyed. Eli flinched, instinctively taking a step back. Without another word, he returned to the treadmill, head down, heart thudding.

Just as he reached for the start button, a voice rang across the gym floor.

"Yo!" Nick barked, striding in like the space belonged to him. "What's up, bros?"

The dynamic shifted instantly.

Austin leaned back into his relaxed dominance, arms loose, grin sharp. Nick took up space—loud, physical, unfiltered. And Adam? He moved with effortless calm, fitting into place like the final piece of a puzzle.

"You made it," Austin said, smirking.

Nick flexed one arm casually. "You think I'd miss a pump with my boys?"

Adam chuckled and pulled out his phone. "Alright—squad shot. Let's make it official."

He took the selfie—all three flexing in front of the dumbbells.

They looked like gods.

Still on cardio, Eli listened in on their locker room banter. Nick was loud, throwing weight around with a theatrical grunt after every set. He thrived on attention, barking jokes and jabs, flexing whenever a mirror caught his form. Austin smirked along, occasionally adding a low comment that kept the rhythm going—cool, detached, but fully present.

Adam, meanwhile, balanced the chaos. Calm and precise, he moved between sets with silent discipline, re-racking Nick's weights without a word, adjusting posture when needed. He didn't compete for the spotlight—he just existed in it naturally. And somehow, that dynamic worked. Nick's storm, Austin's swagger, and Adam's grounded control—they weren't just friends, they were a unit. The kind Eli could never touch.

Nick moved on to dumbbell presses. Each rep was a performance. Sweat rolled down his chest as Adam hovered behind him, hands guiding for perfect execution.

"Keep it clean," Adam said. "Full range. No swing."

Nick grunted, pressing harder. After the set, he tossed the dumbbells down with a thunderous crash. "Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!"

Then came the deadlifts. Every rep was a thunderclap. Every growl exaggerated. Adam coached him softly between breaths, calm and precise.

After the final set, Nick roared loud enough to echo across the gym. He stood tall, sweat clinging to every cut of his chest, breathing heavily—an animal momentarily satisfied.

Then his eyes found Eli again.

The moment stilled. Nick's smile faded, jaw setting. Without a word, he dropped the bar with a clang that made heads turn and stormed across the gym floor, his footsteps as heavy as his mood.

"You again?" he growled, voice low, teeth clenched. "You some little gym perv?"

Eli froze. His body stiffened, breath caught in his throat.

Nick advanced. "I catch you starin' one more time, I swear, I'll drag you outta here myself."

Before he could close the gap, Austin intercepted—cool and calculated.

"Chill, Nick," Austin said, blocking his path. "Didn't know some random dude could break your temper like that."

Nick's nostrils flared. "Bro, he's been watchin' me all day like I'm some strip show."

Adam joined them, calm as ever but with purpose in his tone. "What's going on here?"

"This boy here's about to get a lesson in boundaries," Nick snapped, eyes still locked on Eli.

Eli's eyes found Adam's, pleading silently. Adam's return gaze was calm and grounding. He offered a small smile—gentle, almost brotherly. A quiet message: I've got this.

Adam then slipped between Austin and Nick, placing himself directly in front of Eli. He flexed one arm slowly, each movement deliberate, and looked down at Eli with a smile that was all golden charm and quiet dominance.

"You think Eli's ready to suck me off?" he said, voice smooth, grin sharp like a knife wrapped in velvet.

For a heartbeat, the world stilled. Eli's breath caught.

That smile—so warm before—now dripped with something dark. The curtain was pulled back.

Eli's eyes darted to Austin, desperate for clarity—but all he saw was approval. The same look Austin wore when admiring his own reflection: proud. Possessive. Unapologetic.

Austin rested his arm on Adam's shoulder—casual, commanding. "What do you say, Eli? I let my boys test out some new pills. Ones that let them possess bodies—even without the natural gift. Then I gave them the same formula I used."

His smile curled, slow and deliberate.

"Let them borrow a few... golden specimens."

Suddenly, Nick roared like a wild animal, tensing every muscle group. "God, this dude is so full of pure aggression." He laughed like a maniac, checking out his reflection again. "But who cares when you look like that—glorious as fuck. Can't get enough. If I didn't keep these new instincts under control… well, let's just say you wouldn't be standing there, Eli. And I'm not even talking about his thoughts. Dark. Cocky. Just the way I like it." He smiled in a way Eli could only read as threatening.

He laughed to himself, then turned back to the mirror, grinning. "And this face... yeah, no wonder people cave the second I flash a smile. Guess how many pussies that smile has already brought me."

His gaze slid back to Eli, the mood shifting—cold, sharp. "But every time I see you? It just boils in me. Why'd you have to walk in—staring like the creep you are—right when all those memories kicked in?"

Adam's smile twisted—cool, sharp, but carrying a sneer just beneath the surface. "Stop your bitching, Nick. At least the guy you're riding wasn't some puppy-dog do-gooder. You think playing Mr. Perfect was fun for me?"

He shook his head, flexing his jaw as if shaking off a bad taste. "All that grinning. All that ‘Hey Eli, how's your day?' crap. I had to sit there pretending to give a damn—like I didn't want to roll my eyes every time he opened his mouth."

Adam glanced back at Eli now, his voice thick with sarcasm. "You seemed to love it though. Thought Adam was your sweet little gym hero, didn't you?" He laughed, but there was no warmth in it. "God, that act was suffocating. No wonder he was always so quiet."

He leaned forward, voice low and mocking. "Hope you enjoyed it, Eli. Because that version of me? Gone."

Austin stepped back, eyes gleaming. "You didn't really think I was gonna keep all the fun for myself, did you, Eli? Those pills cost a fortune. But for my boys? Worth every cent."

He winked at Eli.

"Now I've got the full squad. The new golden boys. And you? You get to watch."

Eli's world shattered.

All three jocks stood before him—smirking, flexing, reborn.

"Do you think anyone will stop us if he sucks us off here and now?" Austin laughed, and there was a certain curiosity in his voice.

Adam leaned in with that familiar warmth—the one Eli used to trust. His tone was soft, almost apologetic. "So, Eli… mind if I go first?"

He smiled kindly, just like the old Adam. "I mean, come on, I've always been nice to you, haven't I? Always friendly. Always respectful. The good guy."

He chuckled softly. "Bet I was your favorite squad member, huh? The one you looked up to while pretending not to drool."

Eli blinked, caught in the familiarity—until Adam's expression twisted.

The smile he wore—so warm, so practiced—snapped into something else. A sneer. Cold. Sharp.

"Yeah," Adam muttered, his voice dropping as his smile turned cold. "Fuck this Mr. Nice Guy act."

He stepped in closer, his body towering over Eli with casual dominance. His fingers came up—soft at first—brushing Eli's cheek in a mockingly gentle stroke.

"You liked it, though, didn't you?" he whispered. "That sweet, humble Adam. The one who smiled at you like you mattered."

Then his thumb pressed under Eli's chin, forcing his head up.

"So how about you thank me for all that fake kindness, huh? Get on your knees like the grateful little bitch you've always been."

He gave Eli's cheek a patronizing pat—more firm this time, like ruffling the hair of a child he barely tolerated.

"You never wanted Adam. You wanted me," he said, his voice like velvet draped over barbed wire. "to treat you like trash."

And with that, he smiled again.

In the background, a guy tried to pass the group—but Nick had already made it clear, with nothing more than a glare and a subtle shift in posture, that he needed to take the long way around. No room for questions. No room for interpretation.

"Gosh, fuckers," Nick muttered once the guy was out of sight, shaking his head. Then, with a mocking smirk, he turned to Adam. "Hope you're not planning to let him suck you dry. Just look at him—guy's practically shaking."

As Adam chuckled darkly, Nick took a slow, deliberate step back—circling around Eli like a predator eyeing weak prey. His heavy breath grazed the back of Eli's neck before he spoke.

"Just know," he growled, voice close now, breath hot against Eli's ear, "if you screw this up… I'll tear you apart."

Austin, watching from the side, let out a slow, amused breath—his smile tired, but proud.

————

The gym lights were soft in the late afternoon, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The room echoed with the rhythmic clank of weights and the distant thump of bass-heavy music. At the far end of the free weights area, Justin stood shirtless in front of the mirror, glistening with sweat.

He admired himself—shoulders pulled back, arms flexed just enough to make every vein pop. There was no shyness in his expression. No modesty. Just pure, wordless satisfaction. His shorts clung to his chiseled frame, abs contracting with every subtle movement. It wasn't just a glance—it was performance.

"Damn," he muttered, smirking as he twisted to check out his back. "What do you think, bro?"

Austin stood next to him, chewing gum with the same casual rhythm he always used when pretending not to be impressed.

"You've been killing it lately," he said—voice low, casual, but with a glint of approval.

Justin chuckled and struck a full front double biceps pose. The lighting carved definition into every groove, like a sculpture under a spotlight.

"Yeah? Think I finally caught up to you?"

Austin tilted his head, smirking. "Not yet. But you're definitely getting cockier. I'll give you that."

They both laughed.

"You always had it easy," Justin said, still locked on his own reflection. "The looks. The respect. Girls. Status. Guess I just had to figure out how to take some of that for myself."

Austin raised an eyebrow. "I doubt you have any trouble with girls."

"Of course not," Justin replied, flexing again with a cold, arrogant stare. "Just look at me."

Austin didn't respond right away. He nodded slowly, studying his brother through the mirror.

"You really like being you now, huh?" he asked finally, his tone more thoughtful.

Justin met his gaze. For just a flicker—barely a heartbeat—something else passed through his expression. Then the smirk deepened.

"Let's just say… I finally get why you enjoy walking around like a god," Justin said. "Can't blame me for loving it."

Austin let out a dry, knowing laugh. He slung his gym bag over his shoulder.

"Well, looks like you finally fit into my selected circle. Nick and Adam are already at my place. You coming?"

Justin didn't answer right away. He gave one last flex, ran a hand down the center of his abs, watching the muscles tighten beneath his touch. His smile, this time, wasn't just confident.

It was Eli's.

He turned to Austin, his voice calm—almost reverent.

"You always make sure I feel good, brother," he said, drawing out the last word with a knowing, intimate edge. "Don't think I'll ever get tired of that."

Austin grinned. "Wouldn't want you to."

@malevessel requested this a long time ago but hey, better late than never

Essence of Men: Thad Hewitt

You think you can make a story about a criminal who possess the rich son of a family and uses his muscular body to throw the best parties in town and fuck all the girls he wants, and maybe smoke his father's cigars, while the young man can only watch from the back of his mind?

Thaddeus Michael Macpherson Erkskine Hewitt or Thad Hewitt for short is one of the most eligible bachelor in Sydney. He, by sheer fortunate fate of being born into his family, belong to the most elite social circle in one of the most expensive city to live in on Earth. So of course he grew up with silver spoon in his mouth and the refined palate for everything nice and upscale that his family money could afford. The best clothes, the best gadgets, the best vacation, only the best deserved to be tasted by the sole heir of the Macpherson Erskine-Hewitt lineage. As part of his parents plan to develop him into the rightful heir to their sprawling multi-sector enterprises, they sent him to the States for his university education, the isolation away from the scenes familiar to him might be helpful to help him become the adult his parents expected. Plus the higher studies in the States is just far more rigorous and opened up much more connection for him that might be beneficial for his future, but that's not why Thad is excited with the prospect from the very beginning

You see, as spoiled and well-fulfilled his wishlist to be, Thad is not necessarily the fitting stereotype of rich kids that blows through his parents money for sports car or fucking people as he pleased. In fact, he's the total opposite from it since he suspected himself to not necessarily be straight from the very beginning. Yes he had sex with girls in his batch a couple times before but he never really felt any kind of sparks or lust that the books described or movies portrayed. His crush to his best mate definitely never been explored because the repercussion would be massive so he's trapped in this limbo where he identified as straight since he fucked girls before and went hard for girls before, yet at the same time his mind really distracted a lot of times imaginimg about his best mate David or Cho sprawled around with no clothes on like the girls he fucked. The States provided him with an exciting experimentation ground alongside the anonymity and fresh scene for him to explore this conflicting desire of his. Yet, despite all that, he insisted to himself that he's probably straight.....or at worse bisexual and it was all simply a phase he would be finished with by the end of the day or somewhere in the near future. He just needed to try to verify it first.

But, as it turns out, after the first year in the States getting impaled by cocks — uncut or cut, clean-shaven or bushy, girthy 4 inches or long fuckstick that reached his deepest point — or simply giving those various meaty appendage a taste and a decent worship, he felt that the whole experience was really nice and liberating. Yes it's also painful and he recovered quite slowly, but he never experienced such euphoria until his eyes fluttered for a solid minute and his mind stopped thinking altogether as he just moaned like a bitch in heat or grunted in approval with every thrust. He explored with girls too that readily available for him with just a single wink and a little flirtatious dance in the club or the frat parties but it's just simply impossible to replicate such Earth-shattering sensation of getting fucked by another men or splitting open a dude's tight hole. The further he tried to think through about his sexuality, the more solid he determined himself to be not straight based on the way his mind reacted and the butterflies in his stomach flapped. And then he met Gabriel

Gabriel Blanco Ortega hailed from Spain and 2 years Thad's senior. He's studying to become a dentist and he finished his undergraduate from NYU with stellar performance that granted him with scholarship to attend Columbia free of charge. He's coolness personified, a very ambitious student yet also a very stunning human being with incredible emotional depth that can warm anyone's heart upon first sighting with his incredibly charming smile and easy-going personality. They stumbled on a mutual party once and hit it off ever since as they found out a lot of similarities and character traits that just matched between them. Gabriel is an only child from families filled with doctors so the expectation to carry the family legacy seemingly align between them. Other than that, they both love horchata and enjoyed reading analysis of museum pieces, plus they have this love-hate relationship with working out as both of them are fitness junkie but not to the level of becoming an outright gymbro. Gabriel is Thad's first openly acknowledged boyfriend while Thad is just one out of many dudes that Gabriel dated ever since his arrival to the States around 5 years ago. But, the spark between them was clearly undeniable so the usually reserved and observant Gabriel quickly brought their relationship to the next level, inviting Thad to his usual hangout spaces, apartment unit and even brought Thad around to parties to meet more senior colleague of his. Thad happily embraced his role practically being the "trophy" and Thad enjoyed these outings even more as Gabe usually ended it with a quick trip to this bodega they frequented a lot to tame down their hangover or late night cravings followed by lustful sex in Gabe's bedroom where Thad usually found himself reaching Nirvana as Gabe rode him till kingdom comes and Thad only saw whites.

In one usual day around the summer break between his 2nd and 3rd year, Thad lazily read some magazine in Gabe's living room while waiting for Gabe to return from his meeting with his supervisor. It's been 2 days since they met due to Thad's parents visit that occupied all his time but now he's available for Gabe once more. Gabe entered the apartment briskly and without even saying hi or anything to Thad. He even slammed his bedroom door and a loud thudding clearly heard from his bed. Confused and yet concerned, Thad asked Gabe what happened and is there anything he can helped him with but he refused to talk to him and even told Thad to give him some space.

"Unless you are a dentist, don't fucking talk to me," Gabe even said, which surprised Thad because Gabe never dismissed him this harshly

So space he gave, but Thad never expected that the space meant a literal 7 days of no contact that made him worried sick. So, he swung by Gabe's apartment only to be surprised with a girl walking out from Gabe's apartment clearly just finished from a one-night stand. He confronted Gabe with not only the betrayal but also what on Earth happened to him.

"Is it space or is it a fucking pussy that you need? So much bullshit for a fucking space," remarked Thad with anger from the get go as if he's ready for a fight

"It's not like what you think. She's just a friend, I swear to God," pleaded Gabe, trying to make Thad understands

"A friend that walked out from your apartment at 7 in the morning with hickeys on her neck? Do you think I'm dumb?" Thad confronted Gabe further

"I let her stay in my unit because it was too late. Daniela dated Perry, you know Perry and how fucking brutal that dude is when he's drunk, horny or both," explained Gabe, slightly exasperated but his tone clearly sounded more dejected and defensive rather than apologetic

"I don't buy that explanation, sorry. Plus, leaving me in silence for days with no updates, are you crazy? That is so unlike you, Gabe," exclaimed Thad

"Well....you got that right," Gabe said, all in a sudden sounding cold and menacing

"What right?" inquired Thad with his eyebrow furrowed

"That keeping you out of loop and far away is such an abnormal behavior coming from Gabe. I'm not Gabe after all, so maybe that's why," Gabe answered dryly

"What the fuck are you talking about?" replied Thad puzzled and stammered

"As I said, I'm not really Gabe, and I think you look pretty fucking decent for my brother, Martin. He's a familiar face, don't worry," Gabe said coldly with a smirk as he revealed a syringe from his pocket

"You don't have brother, Gabe.....what the fuck is this?"

"Enough with the banter, time to make you ours,"

Thad tried to ran out from the apartment but his coat easily grabbed by Gabe and with a hard pull, Thad fell backward and ended up right between Gabe's feet. With ease, Gabe injected the syringe to sedate Thad right on his neck and within seconds, Thad slurred out pleading for mercy before he passed out entirely

When Thad woke up, he's already buck naked and sprawled on top of Gabe's bed, with the dude working behind the counter at the bodega they frequented also buck-naked and seemingly ready to seed Thad's hole judging from his slick towering hard cock.

Martin is his name, if his memory served him right. So many things remained unexplained for Thad, yet when the invading cock entered his hole with such a powerful force he's never used to, his mind went blank as the pain override every single thoughts of his and caused him to scream out loud as if he's birthing a child or something. His stubborn hangover from the sedative and the Earth-shattering pounding really caused him to not be able to think straight as he just yelled for Martin to stop sinking his cock deeper to no avail. When he thought the agonizing pain from the cock penetrating deeper supposedly stopped, Thad opened his eyes and just mouthed a surprised reaction as he still felt it burrowed deeper beyond the deepest point he thought possible. His eyes rolled to the back in instance as the sensation reached a point that his body simply never experienced. He also realized that he's been listening to nothing but some sort of foreign incantation that enabled this whole sequence to happen. He felt warmer, like he's inside a sauna but it's his inside that felt the warmness while his body shooting buckets of sweat. That's also when he lost his ability to speak altogether as his mouth just gaped open with drool flowing out freely like a fountain while something definitely supernatural happened to him. As his rolled white eyes started to get tainted with darker hue, Martin roar turned louder and before long, he roared as he reached his climax and Thad's eyes rolled back with mischievous sparkle now visible in his eyes. Basically, aside from the seed that coated his inside to give him the core strength passed down through generations of the people of the land, Martin's essence transported alongside the massive eruption his cock ejected into Thad's hole. In literal seconds, as Martin's roar stopped and his body went limp, Thad roared as he returned back alive with a different driver on the driving seat of his consciousness. His cock also spurted out the delayed cum that's been holding on right at the tip of his cock like a fucking geyser, making one hell of a huge mess he didn't plan to make in the first place when he welcomed Martin inside.

His empty original skin has served him well and he's been too close to danger when he messed around with the sister of one of the more powerful mafia family in New York City. He needs something fresh, and Thad seemed like a very proper exit and might provide a new, easier beginning for Martin judging from the information he gathered while observing him and Gabe. His younger brother, Juan, already moved into Gabe earlier on the week, which caused the behavioral change on Gabe, but both men has been eyeing the two lover from the first time they walked in together to the bodega owned by their uncle.

Much to Martin's delightful surprise, Thad is way more loaded than he expected and even boasted powerful connection with the likes of British royal family, the energy oligarch from across the globe and some of the most powerful socialite in New York City and other metropolitan on Earth thanks to his oil heiress mom and coal-mining tycoon father. Martin studied Thad's entire life while laying naked on top of his cum-splattered silk sheet. The phone rings, the bell, the way the sun already set once more outside, he ignored everything in his pursuit to learn everything Thad. When the morning sunrise appeared once more, he stood up from his bed, stretched his back, and smirked to his reflection in the mirror. There's just no way anyone would notice anything different, he thought to himself as he mouthed seductively to the mirror

"Thad Hewitt, nice to meet you,"

Gabe appeared right by his side with tray of warm food and calming tea, he's equally excited that his brother has joined him for the transference to left their old life behind.

"Wait.....by the way. I can still hear Gabe in the back of my mind weeping because I literally looked like on the process to throw all his hard work away by ditching dental school, what about you, any noise from Thaddeus?"

"Oh Thad is also weeping and begging, but more to get a chance to hug his lovely Gabe rather than for his life. Guess he doesn't really care what ever the fuck I'm going to do with his body and his look,"

"Well, we can do a brotherly hug, it doesn't need to be homo despite the two of them are actually like that,"

"Why would I satisfy him and his pleading? You know what, I have better plan. Let's see how crazy they react when we plow pussies using their bodies,"

"Oh Gabe was livid when I pounded that chick Daniela. But it just made it super hot you know, her calling me Gabe while the real Gabe screamed for mercy to have control back over his body. You are going to really enjoy that sick and twisted mind game bro,"

"Oh that sounds solid. Fuck bro, you can really just ditch that bullshit dentist career and work for me. Thad got billions to cover his spending and I'm about to tap into the source and drained the shit out of it,"

"Yeah, I figured from Gabe's memories how Thad told him about a glimpse of his life but when I listened to you recollecting his memories, damn bro, I knew right then and there I would just stop going to school altogether LOL,"

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That was 2 years ago, and as Martin expected, despite everyone's initial shock on the altered behavior, he's in the end of the day seen as Thad Hewitt that learned how the rich and powerful should really behave after learning from his American socialite friends, or so the folks back home thought.

His spending became astronomical as he moved to the literal Billionaire's Row after convincing his parents that it's a good property investment rather than keeping him in a rented Greenwhich Village apartment unit that he begged in the past because it was lowkey and provided him with privacy. His parents argued why on Earth he wanted to be flashy and seen all of a sudden and he simply replied that it's about time that the family business branched out to the States and involved in other sector other than mining and energy. He needed the initial splash to garner attention and made a mark so he can get the media buzz around it. That move to his 61st floor unit in the most expensive property in the United States per square footing followed by a ridiculous spending on furnitures, gadgets, wardrobe, personal care and a lavish sport car upgrade he requested for graduation present. Everything Thad wanted, Thad got it.

He even managed to get his parents to eventually supported him to explore the business ventures he wanted to do, which consisted of him hiring his "friends" to make "social media marketing agency" with all the coolest gadgets and apps to support their work and get the biggest client possible and also an event organizing company for the elites where he would plan parties for the folks in Billionaire's Row. Of course he didn't really work in any of it, he paid people to do those jobs as his parents injected fund literaly could pay their operational bill for years while also a fucking fat paycheck for him and Gabe on the side as long as he managed it right. He also invested some of the slush fund that his parents moved to him for crypto like the typical overloaded son of bitches that is not afraid to lose a couple million dollar here and there as long as it made him look cool and enabled him to talk BS to an impressionable audience.

Tonight is the 2nd anniversary of Hewitt Ortega ventures and Thad opened the entire 45th floor of the same tower where he lived for all his guest as no one bought the unit yet for his celebration. The entire bottle of liquor from his favorite bar in Soho plus one of the barrell of his family Argentinian, Californian and Australian vineyard brought to the celebration alongside endless canapes from one of his trusted caterer and connection Laurence. He even brought out the Cuban cigar stash he bought with his first major trading profit that he cashed out right away.

Aside from all the employees/friends that attended, he invited some of the major clients that used his service and also some VC buddies he made along the way as he also started to look at the idea to become an angel investor for some growing startup. Martin Rodriguez might not speak finance or upper class lingo fluently, but Thad Hewitt was born bathed in it so he faced not a single problem to mingle with all the folks and even dominated the conversation. A seductive glance from one of the hotter babes of the night attracted Thad to see where it will lead to, so he swiftly put down the cigar and excused himself away from his VC bros and instantly charmed his way to greet the seductress

"Hey there, you are working for Hannah Reuben, right? Alyssa?"

"Arisa,"

"Oohhh...Japanese......exquisite. Mixed with Brazilian? Let me guess, born in Brazil too?"

"You know your woman, huh?"

"Oh....I make it my business to be open-minded and well-informed about it. Enjoying your night?"

"Yeah, but it can be better, I believe,"

"Well, I can assure you, it's better at the 61st floor,"

"Is that an invitation, Mr. Hewitt? How about your guests?"

"Oh, Gabe and the others can handle them. After all, depending on you, we can be gone for 30 minutes or 1 hour. Most of them didn't last even 30 minutes,"

"So I heard. Let's put that to the test, shall we?"

Right as they entered the elevator and even before the door closed, Thad's mouth already sucked on her neck while his hands already groped her boobs as it slides in effortlessly past through the Alaia dress and her lacey Victoria's Secrets. His hard on pressed through his suit pants and the personal assistant to the star sculptor moaned his name as she can sense the snaking monster behind her

"Oh fuck Thad, you better fuck me as hard as the others,"

"Oh I'm not planning to do things differently,"

Can someone help me find out who he is?

"The content of this Tumblr may be sensitive." This message appears every time I try to view one of my favorite blogs, preventing me from seeing them. This has been happening since the last update. Does anyone know how to remove it?

"Why did you jump inside Colin, Santa? Will he be okay?" asked the timid, little boy that's been watching every single scene transpired in front of his eyes in silence from the coat room in the corner

Colin, or someone/something inside of him, startled that he's been observed this whole time. Fuck. The silence from him invited the kid to ask more question

"I always knew that you're real and have all sort of magical powers, and I'm happy that you proved all the adults wrong, so you don't have to think on how to pretend to be Colin. You are not Colin, and I know that for a fact, but I'm not going to tell anyone. Anyway, don't you still have so many countries to visit and drop presents to? What about those other kids now?"

Yes, dressing up as Santa for a 52 years old bulky man on Christmas Eve definitely feels on brand and give a much-needed pass if you need to sneak around. But to be confused as a real Santa and your strenous work all these years to create that bodysuit serum confused as some sort of magic, that's a bummer. By a dumb kid, no less. Should he just get the fuck out of this stud, inject him the reversal serum and search for another new body? It's still around midnight, he still has time

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A quickie to wish you all a Merry Christmas!

Party Night by Sean Mitchell

The room shook; the dull thud, thud, thud of the bass rumbled around the room and Steve's head.

It was a Saturday night and Ryan Doolan, was upstairs having a party – AGAIN! "Fucking college jocks" Steve groaned under his breath. Looking out the window it was no surprise to see fifteen or so cars parked down the street and on the grass outside.

Of course Ryan had told him this morning that he'd be having a party tonight. He stood there in his long shorts and vest; he was a big tall guy, built as well, perfect for the basketball team. He filled most of the door frame ad he looked down at Steve.

"Yeah, it will be kicking off about nine tonight. You're welcome to come of course and I promise to keep the noise down, I know it got a little out of hand last time." He yawned.

"Thanks." Steve replied in a tone wasted on the towering jock.

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It was now 1am and the noise hadn't dropped in fact it had gotten worse.

It's true he could have called the police again as he did before but it was pointless, he thought he'd sorted out the late night parties but Ryan had made him pay for snitching, for the following three weeks he'd made Steve's life a misery.

But tonight Steve had a plan to undermine and humiliate Ryan.

Steve only had to wait knowing that the addictive qualities of the drink would mean that they would be reluctant to share, and they needed to drink a lot for it to work.

The party was still going on at three, but Steve was waiting patiently by the window, waiting and watching.

Finally there was a commotion outside, and Steve watched as the two jocks he'd spoken to earlier stumbled out onto the grass outside and collapsed.

He walked outside and rolled one of the jocks over, he was still holding onto one of bottles, over half of the milky blue liquid was gone. Resting his foot on the guys stomach he pushed gently, the jock made no sound but a milky blue liquid escaped from his mouth and nose, running down his face. The other guy was much the same although he'd almost finished the whole bottle.

Grabbing a foot from each of the jocks Steve let out a grunt as he pulled them into his apartment. Dragging them into the bathroom he flopped each of them over the rim of the bath, and leaned on their backs as more and more of the liquid spewed out of their mouths. It wasn't long before the two of the them were completely empty lifeless skins.

Steve lifted up one of the heads of the jocks looking in the lifeless empty eyes, "Fuck the formula had worked perfectly, two down and many more to go."

With little effort Steve stripped the guys of their clothes, finding their ID's in their pockets, he mused for a moment "Ok, Todd Mickle, Jonah Hall who's going to be the lucky guy?" Todd was 21 whereas Jonah was 19, a good ten years younger than Steve but he reminded himself that these guys were just tools to connect with other more influential jocks.

Biting his lip a little, Steve looked at each of the deformed, drooping faces as he held them by the scruffs of the neck. A grin appeared on Steve's face as he dropped Todd, "It's your lucky day Jonah." Steve brushed back the thick black hair of the young jock and left the bathroom dragging Jonah behind him.

There was a lot of snapping noises like elastic and cussing coming from the bedroom, only a couple of minutes later a restored Jonah returned to the bathroom scratching the thick mop of hair on his head. Limping and hopping a bit he pulled on his dick, "Chafes a bit." He groaned. Jonah, admittedly with Steve on the inside threw Todd into the bathtub, and started pulling on Jonah's jeans and polo, Steve wriggled a bit pulling Jonah's jeans down to a familiar sag. Grabbing a bottle, Jonah filled it up with the milky blue fluid topping it up with vodka. Performing a final check in the mirror, he returned to the party.

Jonah worked his way around the jocks who were making most of the noise, getting them to try this new drink, they all loved it of course. They even used it in their game of beer-pong, and it wasn't long before they were looking for a quiet spot to rest.

Finding Ryan wasn't a big problem either, just had to look for the cocky jerk mouthing off about how great he was and how the team would most certainly fail without him.

Jonah filled up Ryan's plastic cup with the liquid and he sniffed it looking at Jonah suspiciously, but without hesitation Jonah took a big gulp knowing that he'd be safe with low quantities. Grinning Ryan chugged the lot down and held out his cup for more, of course Jonah kept filling it up.

It was only 20 minutes later when Ryan stumbled falling to the floor, his eyes were glazing over; Jonah put his arm around the heavy jock and like a good friend took him somewhere quiet, his bedroom. He reassured all his friends that he'd be back very soon, like a new man!

Strangely enough Ryan returned a while later and of course all his friends were pleased to see him, Jonah? nobody saw him for the rest of the party.

You know, with these new suits, I could have my friends have some fun in them. Hmm ...

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Party Night

The room shook; the dull thud, thud, thud of the bass rumbled around the room and Steve's head. It was a Saturday night and Ryan Doolan, w

When my uncle found out I was going out with Carlos, he was angry and worried. Carlos has an older brother, Raúl, who's a psychopath. He's a dangerous man, bad company, and intimidating. My uncle possessed him to keep him from bothering Carlos and me during the date, but that's been three days and my uncle hasn't left his body. Anyone up for doing this RP with me?

What the hell? One minute I’m sitting at my office desk regretting my life, wishing for more excitement, wondering how the years past me by so fast. Next thing I know my vision is obscured by a helmet and I’m sitting on a motorcycle. How’s this happen? Not that I’m complaining. My body hasn’t felt this good in well over 25 years. Those two decades of doing nothing other than hunched over a computer typing my life away, really adds up on a persons body. But I didn’t feel the back pain or the constant fatigue I’d grown accustomed to. No, instead I felt energetic, strong, youthful vigor rushing through me. My mind completely consumed by the feeling of the leather on my bare skin. Wait, bare skin, was this dude going commando in his gear? A quick unzipping confirmed that he was only wearing a chain between the leather and my new Adonis body. The cool air on my torso sent waves of arouse up my body. I’m not sure how this happened but somehow my prayers were answered, and I’m not complaining. I wonder if this guy was somewhere trapped in my 47 year old flabby body typing away in a sad florescent lit office cubicle. On cue his phone began to start running. An unknown number. My number. That answers my question. But honestly I couldn’t care less. And by the feeling of my growing member straining against its leather confines, I have more important matters to attend to.

Ain’t Easy Bein’ You

As Mark closes the door to his room from having dinner with his loving parents, his good posture and preppy jock persona diminish with a sigh and an eye roll, and his posture relaxes, pulling on the collar of his button up, now finding it restrictive and tight eyes meeting his own reflection”Damn kid, it ain’t easy bein’ you that’s for fuckin’ sure, but I guess it’s my fault for takin you on a whim” he says in a thick southern accent, sounding odd coming from his deep youthful broish voice.

“Thanks for dinner, it was great, love you, heh what fuckin’ bullshit” he mocked himself as he unbuttoned his top, revealing his muscular chest. Rubbing his hands up and down the musculature letting a low moan escape his lips. Something mark wouldn’t usually do, never one to show off, not even to himself. “But shit if this don’t make all the damn fake preppy bs I gotta do worth it, I guess I can keep playin little Mr perfect a while longer, though there ain’t nothing’ little about you is there?” He says patting the bulge in his pants.

Posing and flexing his youthful jock in the mirror, he makes a pouty face and mocks his reflection “aw now doing be makin’ that face at me boy I’m here to stay, already got everyone yer close to fooled. There ain’t no way I’m leaving yer hunky bod.”

Mark eventually drops the shirt fully exploring his body “though there might be a couple things I’m rearing to change about MY new life, first thing is that damn gal friend of yers, she annoys the fuckin’ life outta me, sorry boy but i ain’t waistin’ time on chicks lookin’ like this” he says squeezing his pecs.

“don’t know why you were in the first place when you had so many fellas lookin’ yer way. Mhmm fuck this’ll be fun, and yer dumb as parents don’t have a fuckin’ clue”

Almost as if on cue he hears a knocking at his door and he hears the mothers voice “just wanted to say goodnight sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow” immediately he switches his voice back to the regular Mark “goodnight mom, love you” then he hears her footsteps leave his door

“Stupid bitch” he mutters to himself.

Unfolded Potential

Leo grinned devilishly as he hit the send button, reaching out to the phone number he'd received just hours earlier.

He had chosen his photo with care—one where his physique was on full display. His expression highlighted his high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and broad shoulders, while the thin fabric of his cycling shorts barely concealed his perfectly defined torso. It was the kind of image designed to provoke envy in any man. Adding the question, "Want the physique?" to the selfie wasn't just a playful taunt; it was a calculated move to reignite an old connection.

Leo eagerly awaited an instant response, but his attention was quickly diverted to his girl, basking in the warm glow of the sunset as she relaxed on the deckchair. The soft, natural light highlighted each curve of her body, making her appear almost ethereal.

"Hey Leo, I can't imagine anything needing more attention than me? Right?" she whispered to get Leo's full attention as she playfully removed her underwear.

Leo looked down at her and was ready to conquer her hole again.

"So you're hungry for another round? Guess it's not every day you get your fill of a real man"

"You are right, Leo. Come here, now!" she smiled.

Leo flashed a smug grin at her, fully aware that this was going to be her best evening yet.

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I was definitely a troublemaker back in school. I didn’t care about the teachers, I called out the spoiled kids, hung out with the outcasts, and always had a snarky comment ready. I strutted around like I owned the place. To some of my classmates and a few teachers, I came off as a bully. Honestly, I didn’t care. I had friends who weren’t as weird as the others, and I had a blast—well, aside from my grades, but who cared about that?

The people who annoyed me learned to stay out of my way, and those I respected were my friends. By middle school, I thought my life was perfect. It felt like my crew and I ruled the school. Our confidence was through the roof, and so was my outspoken attitude. But the way I treated the nerds? That was a bit too much, even for my friends. One by one, they started distancing themselves from me. Meanwhile, my grades kept slipping, which became the highlight of the nerds' day—they practically counted down the days until I’d get kicked out. Sure, I made sure to put them in their place—shoving them into lockers or tossing them into toilets, and worse. I knew they’d laugh about me behind my back, so I made sure to remind them of their place.

So while everyone else seemed to grow into themselves, I felt like the universe had it out for me. I was already the "bad guy" in everyone’s eyes, and puberty only made things worse. Instead of becoming more intimidating or growing into the person I thought I should be, I started to look awkward. My body didn’t fill out the way I expected—no muscles, no growth spurt. I was still stuck with this scraggly frame and a face that looked like it hadn’t quite caught up with the rest of me. My once dominating presence faded as I grew out of my early teenage years, and I felt weaker, less confident, like my aura of power was slipping away.

Then there was Leo. The kid I used to mock and push around—he was the one who came out of puberty on top. While I felt trapped in a body that wasn’t mine, Leo shed his old nerdy traits like a snake shedding its skin. He lost his chubbiness, grew taller, and suddenly had this sleek, effortless charisma that made everyone—students and teachers alike—notice him. He was the "boy next door" type now—polite, easygoing, and suddenly so much more... likeable. He was everything I wasn’t.

It felt like the universe had decided to favor him, while I got stuck with the leftovers. I couldn’t understand how it worked out for him—he didn’t even try. His privileged background might’ve helped a little, but the way he seamlessly fit in and earned respect from everyone made my blood boil. I had to fight for every bit of attention I got, bullying my way to the top while he just waltzed into acceptance. And what made it worse? I was fading away, and Leo? He was thriving, without even trying. It was infuriating to watch someone I’d once looked down on, someone I had tormented, surpass me in every way.

Then came the moment when I could no longer contain all my hatred. I was kicked out of school, just a few months before starting high school. I was pissed off. That weasel Leo Kingsley and his shitty, rich dad pulled out all the stops to finally get rid of me. I mean, it wasn't my fault Leo got my fist when he dared to make me look like an idiot in front of everyone. Sure, I may have taken it too far - hell, even the paramedics showed up - but that weakling should have been more of a man if he was going to call me out like that.

All those pathetic nerds suddenly found their voice. They went straight to the cops and Mr. Kingsley’s lawyer, reporting everything I’d allegedly done to them. And just like that, I was sentenced to a juvenile detention center. I honestly thought it was the end of the road for me. My life felt like it had just come crashing down. But just when I thought there was no way out, fate decided to flip the script.

Inside detention, there was this creepy little weirdo named Davis—he was clearly off his rocker. He’d always had this unsettling vibe about him. Naturally, I made fun of him, tried to put him in his place. I wasn’t going to let some freak make me look weak, not in front of the other inmates. And it worked, at least for a while. I earned their sympathy, even if it was more out of pity than respect. But instead of backing off, Davis only got weirder.

One day, he started threatening to curse me with his “dark magic.” I mean, what a joke, right? It was laughable. But Davis kept pushing it, getting more and more bizarre. A few days later, he said he was going to possess my body—to show me what it felt like to be weak. I couldn’t help but laugh. Who takes that seriously? It was a welcome distraction from the hell I was living in. At least it gave me something to mock while I was stuck in that place.

It must've been around my fourth month in detention when I started feeling off. All day, I felt like I was coming down with something—nauseous, weak. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. That night, I was drenched in sweat, tossing and turning in my bed. The dreams I had were unlike anything I’d ever experienced—strange, unsettling, like they weren’t even dreams. They felt real. I couldn’t tell if I was awake or still trapped in some kind of nightmare.

When I finally opened my eyes, everything felt... wrong. I wasn’t in my cell anymore. I wasn’t at the detention center at all. I was somewhere else—somewhere completely unfamiliar. I wasn’t even in my own room at home, though it looked like a room that belonged to someone my age. It was neat, almost sterile—nothing like the mess I was used to. My heart raced. What the hell was going on? This couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming, right?

I shot up from the bed, my mind racing, trying to shake off the grogginess. My head spun, and when I looked down, everything felt... off. My body felt lighter, different—leaner. Panic hit me like a freight train as I staggered around the unfamiliar house, my heart pounding. I found a bathroom at the end of the hall. When I looked into the mirror, I froze. The face staring back at me wasn’t mine. It was Leo Kingsley’s.

I blinked, rubbed my eyes. No way. This was some kind of twisted joke, right? Freaky Friday shit. How the hell did I end up in his body? Leo, of all people? I couldn’t process it—couldn’t wrap my head around how this was even possible. I wasn’t dreaming. This was real. My worst nightmare had come true—I was trapped in the body of Leo Kingsley.

And somehow, I wasn’t even as angry as I should’ve been. Getting out of detention was a definite perk, but... this? This was a nightmare.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my anger bubbling up as I took in the changes. Leo’s new height, his face, his stupid, perfect features. How the hell did he get so lucky? The guy was a walking poster for everything I hated—his looks, his smooth skin, his deep voice—nothing about him made sense. But there was one thing that made it all hit me like a slap: underneath it all, he was still a nerd.

He was skinny, with zero muscle. His clothes were lame. His posture screamed “outsider,” and I could see the familiar crowd of nerds lingering in the background. I was stuck in the body of a weakling, a guy who had everything and nothing at the same time.

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Three years later, high school saw a very different Leo Kingsley. I won’t lie, the first few weeks were a blur. I had no clue what I was doing. People—his friends, his classmates—would approach me, the new "Leo," with genuine concern, asking if everything was alright. More times than I could count, I heard, “Are you sure you're okay?” It didn’t take long for me to realize that I couldn’t exactly explain myself, and the last thing I wanted was to draw attention. So, I kept a low profile, played along, and became the version of Leo everyone already knew—the Leo they could tolerate. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as hard as I thought. In fact, I found I enjoyed not being the center of attention for once.

As the weeks went on, I learned more about Leo—his daily life, his friends, his quirks. And the more I figured him out, the more I saw that the universe had, in a twisted way, blessed me. Sure, it was uncomfortable at first, seeing Leo’s face in the mirror instead of mine. But with time, I started to appreciate what I had. Leo wasn’t just a nerd; underneath all that awkwardness, there was something solid. He was good-looking in a way I hadn’t noticed before. And hell, if I played my cards right, I could turn this new life into something pretty damn good.

But as much as I started to embrace it, it was still a test of my patience. Every day, I fought the urge to speak my mind—to tell off people who got on my nerves, or to handle things the way I would have. I wanted to flip the script, take control, but I couldn’t afford to blow my cover. At first, I still held on to the belief that one morning, I’d wake up back in my cell. But that day never came. Gradually, I started to accept it. Maybe this was my second chance. Fate had thrown me a curveball, and I wasn’t going to waste it. I wasn’t just going to coast along—I was going to make this life work for me. I slowly began to shape Leo’s life into my own version of things.

As time went on, I grew more confident in my new skin and I decided to let more of my own personality flow into Leo's life.

Back in the day, I couldn’t care less about sports. But now, with Leo’s body, I saw potential—untapped, waiting to be unlocked. Leo, at first glance, was still a skinny shrimp, but his frame had so much more to offer than I’d expected. So, joining the football team seemed ridiculous. But swimming? That was a different story. The swim team wasn’t exactly thrilled about a well-known nerd like me wanting to join, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me. I pushed myself, showed them how Leo’s body could be an asset if used right. Soon, they stopped seeing me as just some nerd and started respecting me as a competitor. And finally, I could surround myself with people who weren’t obsessed with stupid nerd stuff like Dungeons & Dragons. That crap had gotten on my nerves back then.

I quickly realized that, somehow, I’d inherited Leo’s intelligence too. It was like a switch had flipped. If I actually focused, understanding certain subjects became so much easier. It was a whole new experience, one that pushed me to excel. For the first time in my life, I actually cared about my grades. It was like having a cheat code for school, and I wasn’t about to waste it.

But the real game-changer? Leo’s family. That was something I never could’ve imagined in my old life. His father treated me like royalty—spoiling me in ways I never thought were possible. Back then, I could never have dreamed of the vacations, the privileges, the sheer freedom that came with wealth. Leo’s dad wasn’t just rich—he was invested in me. He fully embraced my transformation. He encouraged me to ditch the nerdy hobbies I’d once found irritating and pushed me into sports, even more into making money. Every idea I had was met with enthusiastic support, like I was living out his dream of having a “real man” as a son.

When I wasn’t at school, I was either training, partying, or diving headfirst into the world of investments using his money. But the best part? Traveling. Leo’s dad practically threw the world at my feet. I was living a life that, back in my old body, I could never have even dreamed of. Whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted to go—it was within my reach. I had everything.

Like I already mentioned, Leo had the right genes, but the mindset of a weakling. With me in control, though, he—I—finally unlocked my full potential. This guy's family was loaded, and his parents had given him the kind of genetic advantages I could only dream of back in my old life. From here on out, Leo was going to take everything he wanted—everything he deserved.

Beyond just blowing money on entertainment, I put in hours working to transform Leo into the version of myself I’d always been denied. It wasn’t just about the muscles or the athletic skills—it was about shaping Leo into someone who could take whatever he wanted, without hesitation. I didn’t have to play by anyone’s rules anymore. I was rewriting them.

And damn, did the new me look the part. The mirror wasn’t lying—this life was perfect. I had the looks, the confidence, and the power. Everything about me fit my new lifestyle like it was meant to be.

It took time to reconnect with the people who truly ruled the school—the ones who could make or break your reputation with a single word. But once they saw the change in me, the style, the confidence, they couldn’t ignore it. It wasn’t long before I found myself back in their circle, seamlessly fitting in. I’d adapted, molded myself to fit their world, and they embraced it. I wasn’t just Leo anymore; I was someone they could respect, someone who was willing to do whatever it took to stay on top.

The real transformation, though, came when I decided to cut ties with Leo’s old friends. They didn’t fit the new version of me. Sure, they had been a part of my past, but they were stuck in their little world of Dungeons & Dragons, video games, and all the nerdy shit that had always bored me. It wasn’t like I suddenly hated them—but I couldn’t be tied down by their expectations anymore.

When I walked away—it felt like I was rejecting everything I had pretended to be. Leo’s old friends had known me as that quiet, humble kid—the one who didn’t quite fit in, who went along with whatever just to avoid trouble. But now, everything about me had changed. I wasn’t pretending anymore. I had transformed into someone else, someone they couldn’t recognize.

They were disgusted by it. They didn’t get how Leo could suddenly abandon them, how Leo could become the person he once looked down on—the arrogant, entitled guy who manipulated situations to his advantage. To them, it felt like a betrayal. They cursed me, called me a “traitor” and said Leo had turned into the very thing he used to despise. Their words probably would’ve made the old Leo feel guilty, but I couldn’t care less. The person I had pretended to be, the one who followed the rules and played nice, was gone. I had shed that version of myself for good. They couldn’t handle the new me. The old Leo, the weak, quiet kid, was gone. In his place was someone who knew the world wasn't for the weak.

I had completely flipped Leo’s life 180 degrees, and honestly, it was kind of hilarious. I kept imagining what I would’ve thought if I had seen the old Leo hanging out with my friends—partying, hooking up with girls, acting like the king of high school. I would’ve lost my mind. Just thinking about it—comparing the old me to the guy I was now—it stirred something inside me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Was it depressing to see how far I’d come, or was it something I should actually be proud of?

When I got into college on a sports scholarship, things only got better. With nothing holding me back anymore, I fully embraced the role of the golden boy. I was handsome, confident, smart—everything I used to wish I could be. And more importantly, I was untouchable. I had this power now. A few of my high school friends ended up at the same college, so it didn’t take long for us to become the campus wolf pack. That just solidified it. I wasn’t just one of the guys anymore—I was the guy. The one everyone wanted to know and no one dared to mess with.

I can’t emphasize enough how much power and wealth shape the way you think and act. It’s like they completely rewire you. And then, being a handsome motherfucker? That was just the cherry on top. There was one moment when it hit me—I had fully stepped into my new life. It was at this wild frat party, the kind where anything goes. I was fucking two girls at the same time, and they were both screaming my name: Leo.

In that moment, I wasn’t mad about being called by the name of the former nerd. I knew no one would dare say anything against Leo fucking Kingsley. If they did, I’d destroy them—or my family’s lawyers would. It was almost comical to see the messages from Leo's old friends, telling me how disappointed they were in what I’d become. But honestly, I hadn’t changed at all. I was just in a different body—one that suited my attitude much better.

Those messages didn’t bother me. They were just entertainment, a reminder of who I used to be, but they did spark something deeper inside me—something I’d buried for a long time. What had happened to the real Leo? What had happened to my old self?

I decided to start digging. I asked my father if he or his lawyer had ever heard anything about the bully who’d assaulted me back in middle school, the one who’d ended up in juvenile detention. To my surprise, my father knew a little more than I expected. He told me he didn’t want to bother me with it back then, especially since he saw how much I’d grown and was enjoying my life. He mentioned that his lawyer had informed him my old bully had been admitted to a psychiatric facility after attacking another inmate. He didn’t get into the details, but it piqued my curiosity.

Top keep it low and avoid unwanted questions, I secretly hired a private investigator to dig deeper into what happened to my old self. I needed answers—what had happened to the original Leo? And what happened to that weirdo, Davis, who’d threatened to possess me? The investigator gave me some limited details, but when I put it all together with what I already suspected, things started to make sense. Davis had been obsessed with dark magic, but he must’ve screwed something up. Somehow, Leo got pulled into the mess. I figured Davis had somehow triggered a massive body swap, and that he probably ended up in my original body, thinking I was in his. That would explain everything—why he attacked his original body.

The more I pieced together, the clearer it became. Leo had ended up in Davis’s body. This conclusion came from the investigator’s findings—Leo, now in Davis’s form, had actually tried to contact my father, claiming to be his son. But my father didn’t give him a chance to explain.

All of that just felt too good to be true. So this fucker Leo really was there after all. That's when I decided to make it just worse for him.

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The investigator managed to dig up Davis's old mobile number, so it felt like pure satisfaction to send him a provocative image of his old body—only, much improved. I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of gratitude toward Leo. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve never gotten the body—or the life—that was truly meant for me.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride at the moaning noises I had caused. Seeing my reflection in the darkened window striking a double bicep pose was pure pleasure. I had everything I’d always wanted—the life, the body, the respect, the possibilities. It was what I deserved all along. Well, better late than never.

I decided to check if the old Leo had responded to my little provocation. Damn, nothing yet. I smirked. Guess I’d have to send him another one. It’d be a shame not to let him see what he’d been missing all this time.

THIS IS NOT A STORY

Yesterday a person contacted me to do an RP, which I thought was great, because I really like doing it, and I'm always willing. We spent a while talking and planning, and at a certain point, he asked me what boundaries I had. At that moment I said that I had no boundaries, my fault, because I'm used to a lot of people asking, because there are people who are very dark in their fantasies, but they don't do any harm. But nothing I had seen prepared me for what I saw. The disgusting guy, as soon as I started the RP, sent me a photo of a naked child, about 7-8 years old. I vomited instantly.

It's my fault for saying, in a moment of not thinking, that I had no limits. I have a limit there. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE OR CONTACT A FUCKING PEDOPHILE AGAIN. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME ON MY BLOG, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME IN THIS COMMUNITY, AND YOU ARE NOT WELCOME ON THIS APP. YOU ARE DISGUSTING.

I have obviously already reported this user and blocked him.

In this community we can be more or less subtle or more or less sexual, but we will never reduce ourselves to THAT.

It's amazing how someone can believe that I'm one of them. I'd love to know if I've given any hint before, I HAVE NOT. IT DISGUSTS ME, and I hope to be able to erase that memory soon.

You've been warned. GET OUT OF HERE, YOU'RE PURE SHIT

I am very sorry for having used this type of expressions, but the disgust I felt at that moment for that person. I had him in front of me, and I am not responsible for my actions.

A twunk body has come into my possession. I've used it a couple of times but I'm really hesitant. Is there anyone among my followers who has always wanted to be a twunk or wants to be one again?

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Does anyone know who he is?

Fatso's Ghostly Escapade!

It has been a while since Fatso the big blue ghost has enjoyed himself with a delicious hunky fleshie to inhabit, and he has been itching to get back out there and have the time of his afterlife.

Usually, Fatso possesses a fleshie alongside his two brothers, Stinky and Stretch, however, this time Fatso went on his own outing so he could have some more privacy in whatever activities he had planned.

Fatso decided to fly out to the busy street of Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles, a place that is packed with fleshies all eager to see the sights of the city of angels and stars.

Fatso flies over the herds of fleshies invisible to not cause a scene, the big guy is looking for a certain kind of fleshie, a fleshie who is beefy, hunky, and would make any man stare.”Let’s see what I get today. This time I do NOT want the fat guy!” Fatso intends to take over the sexiest fleshie he can find so that he can become the talk of the town.

Fatso keeps on his search when he sees something that almost makes him reveal himself out of excitement, Fatso sees his next victim. The man is tall, dark, and handsome with bulging muscles and a face that can get anything he wants.

Fatso’s eyes pop out of his head as he ogles the fleshie up and down.”Ooh! Look what we have here… the man of my dreams! Hubba Hubba!” The man walks across the street wearing all gray and black with a leather jacket as he seems to be in a rush. The fleshie jumps into a cab as Fatso decides to join in on the ride.

Fatso sits next to his soon-to-be body in the backseat of the car as his fleshie gets comfortable and opens up his phone. Fatso thinks to himself, “Now why were you in a rush, you sexy slab of meat…”

Fatso peaks at the man’s phone as he opens up an app that is quite familiar with Fatso, the yellow app known as Grindr. Fatso scoffs, “Hahaha now THIS is what I am talking about! Fleshie you are PERFECT! I cannot wait to get my hands on you big guy!” Fatso is getting hornier and hornier as he thinks about squeezing inside this hunk of a man.

Fatso wants to see what his fleshie has in mind as he sees the fleshie messaging someone. The messages read; “Hey r u on ur way Brandon?” “Yup just got in the cab, can't wait till you see you” “Can't wait I'm waiting in bed”.

Fatso sees these messages, “Ohh I see fleshie… ‘Brandon’ is on his way to a hookup, well I hope there is room for a THIRD! Bahahaha” Fatso laughs to himself as the car shakes slightly from his large vibrating form.

Brandon gets to his destination as Fatso trails him, Brandon enters the apartment complex and gets rings to get inside. As Brandon walks in he seems to have to use the restroom so he runs over to the bathroom to relieve himself before he makes his way to his hookup’s room. “It's time to get this show on the road fleshie! Haha!” Fatso knows it's time to take over his fleshie as he prepares to take possession of Brandon. 

Brandon gets into the bathroom and quickly takes a piss as he lets out a sigh and zips up, before he leaves the bathroom he makes sure he looks in the mirror. Brandon is checking himself out when he hears some noises coming from a closed stall. “What was that?” Brandon questions as he turns his head to a stall he knows was left open when he first walked in. The stall looks like it's shaking and rumbling causing Brandon to want to take a closer look. “Is someone there?” Brandon walks up to the stall and opens the door to see no one. “What the heck is going on?” All Brandon sees is an empty stall as he notices the toilet is vibrating, Brandon steps forward until he is standing above the toilet looking down into the bowl.

“Hey fleshie… turn around…”

Brandon whips his head up and quickly turns around with a confused look on his face as he sees a large pudgy ghost with piercing orange eyes looking directly at him almost completely blocking the stall door.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! What are you?!” Brandon shrieks

Fatso laughs and grins, “The name’s Fatso, and you caught my eye you sexy fleshie!” Brandon tries to run out of the stall but Fatso bounces Brandon back like a giant balloon which causes Brandon to stumble onto the toilet behind him.

“Oh Fleshie, why leave so soon, it's only the beginning of our fun escapade together, or should I say… MY fun escapade INSIDE you!” Fatso starts to move closer to Brandon.

Brandon looks up at Fatso while he scoots back as much as he can, “What do you want from me?! This can't be happening!” Brandon looks terrified as Fatso gets up close and personal with him, rubbing his ghostly belly against his knees as the chubby ghost gets eye-level with his prey. Fatso looks Brandon in the eyes, “Hehe Possession is 9/10s the law and you are ALL MINE!” Fatso charges back as Brandon goes wide-eyed. “NOW OPEN UP FOR FATSO!” Fatso flings forward towards Brandon as Fatso slams into Brandon’s crotch looking for his way in.

Brandon tries to get up but the immense force of Fatso keeps Brandon stuck on the toilet seat. Fatso phases through Brandon’s jeans and finds Brandon’s flaccid rod, “Ooooh! Why hello there big guy! Hehe, don't mind if I do!” Fatso begins to press against Brandon’s rod as his head slurps in. Brandon moans and chills from the sudden cold and rubbery feeling of Fatso entering into him. Brandon immediately freaks out and pulls down his pants to see Fatso slurping inside him, “AHHH GET OUT!” Fatso continues to laugh as he slowly sinks into Brandon’s rod which causes Brandon to go hard and feels Fatso enter into his stomach. 

Brandon watches in horror as Fatso’s bulbous stomach slams into him, Brandon begins to push against against Fatso with his hands, “Get off of me!” Fatso starts to come back out of Brandon as Fatso groans slowly, “Awww come on Fleshie, let me in, I promise I will take great care of you!”

Fatso pops out of Brandon’s crotch as Fatso has a scolding look on his face, “You think are can keep me out fleshie, I’ll show you what it means to be taken over!” Brandon quickly gets up and makes a run out of the bathroom as Fatso flies forward and bodyslams into Brandon’s back causing Brandon to hit his head against the door and fall backward on his back. Brandon is in a daze as he opens his eyes and sees Fatso above him.

Fatso grins, “Thanks for making this easier for me fleshie, now open wide 'cause I’M COMING THROUGH!!!” Fatso dives down into Brandon’s mouth and he slams all his ghostly weight onto Brandon as his head and arms immediately go down into Brandon’s throat, “Now this is what I am TALKING ABOUT! Hahaha!”

Brandon cannot speak a word as he feels Fatso wiggle down his throat and feels Fatso begin to once again fill up his stomach. Fatso continues to flow into Brandon as his belly wiggles and squeezes slowly getting more and more of his ectoplasm down into his victim’s muscular body.

“GET READY FOR FATSO! BAHAHAHA!” Fatso laughs as Brandon groans in discomfort as he feels more and more of Fatso squeeze and rub against his insides. Fatso continues to squeeze and wiggle for a while until what is left is Fatso’s tail, “There we GO!” Fatso’s tail slurps into Brandon’s mouth and wiggles down his through with a popping sound.

Brandon’s eyes go wide as he immediately gets up off the floor now feeling extremely heavy and full since he is now carrying all of Fatso inside him. Brandon groans, “Ughhh I feel weird, please get out…” Fatso giggles in response, “Sorry fleshie but I am already getting VERY comfortable in my new home! You won’t mind if I stay for a while right?”

Brandon wobbles as he stands up and feels Fatso wiggling and moving in his body, he suddenly hears Fatso moan as he feels a lurch in his stomach and his body begins to move on its own. “Time for Fatso to take the reigns fleshie!” Fatso blurts out as Brandon’s body flails around the bathroom while both Fatso and Brandon groan and moan.

Brandon flings to his left and hits his stomach against the sink, “HEYYY there's precious cargo in here!” Brandon continues to shake uncontrollably as he feels Fatso move and expand in his body, almost like he is being put on like a suit. Brandon feels Fatso’s head squeeze into his own as he sighs, “Please don’t do this…” Fatso exclaims, “Don’t worry fleshie, Fatso is going to take GREAT care of you! Now let me take the driver’s seat for a while.” Fatso moans and lurches over as Brandon is gone and fatso is in control now.

Fatso walks up to the mirror in his new body examining himself and his sexy muscles and chiseled face, “Wow… never been in a fleshie this sexy before! This is going to be an amazing night!” Fatso gets a notification from the phone in his pocket and it reads, “Hey man what is taking so long, I'm ready to be fucked!” Fatso gets excited, “Ooh this is going to be fun!” Fatso walks out of the bathroom ready for his escapades.

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Could you make a possession story out of this?

This wasn't exactly my plan. My target was the son. Young, strong, in his 20s. I slipped through the cellar door into his garden. It was the perfect plan.

The mother at work, the daughter at university and the father taking the car to the shop. My prey would be alone, ready for me to take it.

But it seems that it was the son who took the car to the garage so that the father could prepare a surprise for his wife. Sweet. But he had broken my plan. Unfortunately for him, I needed a body now. And now, Richard was the one who was available.

He wasn't my target, though I had looked into him. Ex-marine, family man, car and motorcycle lover, and above all a huge tattooed gorilla. In most cases he would have been the ideal candidate for anyone, but for me, he was the most striking. I liked the son's subtle style better.

Don't get me wrong, for a robbery operation, Richard is perfect, but for hiding from a crazy mobster and his nephew, not so much. However, I didn't have more time.

Richard didn't realize that someone was behind him, and by the time he felt the prick, it was too late. His body went numb and paralyzed.

This was my favorite part. Stripping down a new body and laying it down on the bed to get a good look at it. Looking at his huge cock, maybe this body is the one for him after all. I could see in Richard's eyes how his desperation increased as this stranger, whom he didn't know, gave him the best blowjob of his life. After all, I had to test the quality of "the cream" before selling it.

I flipped him over and began pressing my bare legs against his back. By this point both Richard and I were sweating, which helps lubricate the process. I heard what sounded like screams and gasps from Richard, but he was too wrapped up in the pleasure to care. Everyone resists possession at first, but they always give in to me in the end.

By this time my legs were already wrapped around his, and my cock just slid into his, not even half the size. I stood up a few minutes later with only Richard's head left to be taken. Tears of desperation hung in his eyes. I dipped my head into his and took full control. I did some stretching and finally tested the muscles in his cock, ass, legs and butt, which I moved just like those fitness trainers on the internet do. It was actually fun.

And I got dressed again and went out into the garden, my garden. To finish smoking the cigar that Richard had started. I never liked cigars, but Richard's palate did, and I had no problem with that. After all, I had to act like the loving family man that he was.

Although seeing the potential of this body, I don't rule out being a little more presumptuous than Richard, and maybe I should take the nice collection of weapons I saw downstairs and pay that filthy mobster and his bastard nephew a visit.

I always have my mailbox open in case anyone wants me to write them a story.

"I'm the new Zac."

"Grandpa, please," Joey begged, "You've got to stop doing this!"

"Doing what, exactly?" Joey's grandfather asked coyly.

Joey's beloved grandfather, Alan, had recently passed away. Yet, his spirit had since taken up residence in the body of Joey's boyfriend, Zac. It was a confusing time for Joey. On one hand, he was elated to have extra time with his grandfather. On the other hand, he wished Alan had picked any other body besides Zac's to inhabit.

"You mean your cute little boyfriend never showed his body off like this for you before?" Alan asked, teasing Joey with the way his overalls slipped down casually over his smooth, tanned shoulders.

"Not exactly. Zac isn't like that. I mean, he wasn't."

"I know," Alan said, "But the new Zac is proud of his body. He likes showing if off. Can you blame him for it?"

Joey rolled his eyes as his grandfather leaned back and posed like he was a men's underwear model. He knew that his grandfather had been a bit of a pervert in life, but he'd hoped that'd died with him.

"Seriously, Grandpa! This is too much."

"What's the matter?" Alan asked, feigning innocence.

"It's just that now that you're inside of Zac's body, I feel like I can't resist you," Joey said helplessly.

"Why would you resist me?" Alan asked, looking hurt.

"You're my grandfather," Joey said.

"Do I look like your grandfather?"

"No," Joey said, knowing it was true, "You look like Zac."

Alan grinned as the sunlight bathed his shirtless torso.

"That's all there is to it, then," he said,  "I'm the new Zac, and this cute little body is now mine."

It's been a while since Jeff drives on his own, but it's not like there's a massive change in the way people drive their cars so it's not necessarily a problem for him to navigate. Plus, he lived in a rather mid-sized town with no dramatic changes for the past few decades so he still remembered the direction to all the places as if he just drove there yesterday

He also have no recollection when was the last time he dressed and packed up like this, nor his son, Caleb, ever did it in the last few years despite this being their shared hobbies, but he's confident that it's all there. The vision, the composure, the aim, that's not something that supposedly vanished even if his son mostly spent the time in his room with his dental patient. And even if it's not there, his son's eyesight and virility should be enough to make the sesison a well-spent time down the range

So, as he grabbed his loaded bag and hauled it out from the back of his Ford SUV, he inhaled and then exhaled these series of deep breath and smiled. He might be trapped in his house due to severe back pain that came with his age for years with none of his kids even paid him a visit, but he's finally free now and he's ready to do all the things he loved, even if it comes in the expense of his own son and the only one that actually paid him any attention. Maybe Caleb shouldn't give a fuck just like the rest of his siblings, probably he shouldn't be that nice after all......because being all nice and naive.....that's like placing a target on his own back to be used and manipulated by other people, and Jeff certainly hit bulls-eye in this case

The old man who stole my body taunts me. Every day. Every day he stands out there in front of my house, in front my truck, wearing my clothes, wearing my body. Living my life.

And then my wife will come out and kiss him, and that’s what kills the the most. Katie will come out and kiss him, not a clue that the man she’s kissing isn’t really her husband, and he’ll kiss her back. I wonder how she doesn’t see that the man she is kissing is an imposter. 

He will catch me from time to time looking through the blinds, and he will turn ever so deliberately towards me, and he will stand there like that, flexing his arms with his chest held high. Taunting me.

I wish that I could say something, I wish that I could do something, but I can’t. When he stole my body, he put a spell on me so that I can’t say anything about it. And so all I can do is go on living his life, trapped in his frail, aging body, while he taunts me from inside my young, muscular physique right out in the front driveway of my own house, praying that one day he will give me back my life.

Lost Memory

Imagine the following scenario. You wake up feeling extremely weird. You feel your muscle sores, as if you had hit the gym disregarding the proper form. You were experiencing a extreme hangover, while you are certain that you haven’t taken a drop of alcohol in months. However, the weirdest thing was the feeling on your ass. You look at your phone and you were perplexed. There was something wrong with the date. It was Sunday, as expected, but a full week have passed. You freak out as you saw hundredths of messages from friends, family, and your work. You went missing. You scrolled through them until you found a chat with a number that you didn’t recognize. “Hey man, look at the capture of this week” Someone texted using your phone. “Luke, its incredible, I can wait to play with it” the other person replied.  You looked at the attached photo… you were there posing almost naked. You freak out, you feel dirty… but at least you now have a clue of what happened. You are not sure how they were able to take over your life, but now you have a clue to find them, now you have a way to make them pay for their evil deeds.

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