Writing91 - Joseph Smith

Jordan’s Body

All it takes is a simple spell to take over a man. I’ve been skilled in sorcery for quite some time now. Normally I possess a dude for a couple hours, maybe a night out on the town, and then leave them confused, forgetting anything even happened. But Jordan was different. There was a shift when I first saw him at that college party. A twinge of envy came over me. He was 19 years old, and 150 pounds of pure lean muscle. I knew I had to have him.

I got to know Jordan over the course of a few weeks. We’d attend the same parties, I managed to get into his friends circle, and over time, through manipulation tactics of my own, I earned his trust. I like to get a good basis of my hosts’ personality, so that no one suspects a difference when it’s me behind the wheel instead of the dude’s original soul. I gotta say, I was running out of patience. Jordan was a fucking stud, and I just couldn’t wait to jump inside of him.

One night, we exchanged our Snapchat info, and I’m not sure if he was still drunk from the party, or what, but I got Jordan to send me some shirtless pics.

Hot as fuck. I thought of sending him a few nudes of my own, but decided to keep this one-sided. I like to control my hosts in more ways than one before I fully take them over.

It was a Saturday night when I finally took over Jordan. We’d been out drinking with the bros, and I got him to come over to my place to spend the night. He swore he wasn’t gay, but he said he’d be down to sleep in my bed with me. That was all I really needed to make it happen. We started off cuddling. I was the big spoon. I had my arms around his fit torso, and we intertwined our legs. He liked it a lot. I could tell none of his bros would ever get this intimate with him. Too insecure about their masculinity. It wasn’t until my dick got hard that Jordan started to get a little weirded out.

“Bro.” Was all he said. And I backed off a little. Loosened my grip on him, and even scooted back a couple inches so that we weren’t cuddling so close. But a few minutes later, Jordan backed into me a bit, purposely pressing his nice ass onto my hard dick through our sweatpants. I grinned and sighed, satisfactorily. I started to kiss Jordan’s neck. There wasn’t much he could do from here. I almost had him. I could sense him getting extremely horny for me now. Wanting me inside him, in more ways than one. This is how my magic works on a dude. I have to make him want it.

Slowly, I started grinding against him, sensually pushing my dick against his ass hard enough to where it was sliding through the crack, through the pants. Jordan let out a soft sigh of pleasure. This went on for a couple minutes, and then Jordan reached back and grabbed my left hand off his waste, and moved it to his dick. It was hard, and it was huge. I played with it a little, outside the pants, building anticipation, as Jordan’s moans grew louder. I slid my hand under the waistband of his sweatpants, feeling his long dick through his Under Armour shorts underneath. He moaned and groaned. I tickled his balls with my pinky and ring finger, and teased his head with my thumb. Jordan finally couldn’t take it anymore, and rolled on his back. I moved out of the way and got on top of him.

“Bro, what… the fuck…is going on?” He panted between moans. “I’m straight.”

“No, you’re not, Jordan,” I chuckle. “And soon, you won’t even be you anymore, ok?”

He takes a second to process that. I can feel him trying to break my spell. But I’m too powerful. He gives in.

“Ok” he sighs, as I massage his cock some more. I reach under his underwear. His dick is throbbing and dripping precum all over. I look down at his face, which is starting to get that blank, dumb expression that my hosts always get right around this time. Jordan was an easy one, though, I must say. Usually they put up more if a fight unless this is secretly, deep down, what they want. But then again, all men deep down want this. This is one of the best things that can happen to a man. Surrendering to my awesome power. I lean down and kiss Jordan passionately. An electric pulse flows between us. That’s me establishing synergy with my new body. I kiss his lips as we make out for a good 5 minutes, grinding our dicks against one another. Then I kiss and lick his neck, slowly moving down, then ever so slowly advance down to the collar bone, giving it a light bite. He moans in ecstasy. I move down and lick my nipples– I mean– Jordan’s nipples, which are pretty hard now. His breathing is rapid. I kiss those amazing abs of his, all 6 in the pack, and lick his V-line. He twitches with a pleasure he’s never felt before. His mind is about to shatter from the sheer bliss I’m delivering to him now. I move down some more. His pubes are very well-trimmed and short. I give them a few kisses and licks before finally putting Jordan’s dick head between my lips and blowing him. I make sure to go as slow as possible, to torture him. He gasps in awe as he gets his dick sucked for the first time by another dude. I deepthroat all impressive 10 inches of him, playing with his balls with my free hand. Jordan writhes on the bed and moans loudly, gripping the bed frame tightly. I’m close to getting what I want. He’s close too. I take the dick out of my mouth and move down, lightly and rapidly licking his balls. I dart my tongue to give quick little flicks against them. He goes crazy. I start going slower licking, kissing, and sucking each nut. The left….Jordan moans and groans, “FUUUUCK YEAH”.

The right one…slowly…as I move my hand up and down his wet shaft. The precum flows like a river. His dick flexes and throbs. His abs writhe up and down. His thighs tense up. This is it.

“Fuck….” He whimpers. “Fuck! Fuck! UHHHH!”

At the last minute, I shove Jordan’s dick back into my mouth deeeeep into my throat. And that’s all I need, is his orgasm, and I’m in. My body turns transparent and intangible, and I get up, back on top of Jordan, his cum still in my mouth and his dick still throbbing, and I press my body into his. I give him a kiss as I go in, and whisper softly into his mouth,

“This body is mine now”

I wake up the next morning, feeling great. I’ve lost weight and my muscles feel healthy and strong. I get up and look in the mirror. It worked. It always does.

I’m him. He’s me.

I can feel him in the back of my mind, struggling to regain control. But that’s not going to happen.

“Calm down, ok, J?” I say nicely, outloud. “There’s no use fighting it now, bro. I win, you lose. This hot body? It’s me now. I’m the new Jordan. You can stick around for a while, but you’re just gonna be a thought, an idea, a soul stuck in the back seat while I drive this thing, alright? So just get used to it.”

He settles down a little bit. I regain full control.

“That’s better. Now where on campus do I go to find all the gay bros? There’s no way I’m gonna be a straight boy in this hot body. Aww, stop, bro, don’t be sad. Enjoy it. If you don’t wanna stay, there’s always a way I can evict you from this vessel, and cum you out into some compression shorts and leave you to dry up. Ah, but you wouldn’t want that, right? Right. So fucking relax and enjoy the ride. This is your life now.”

I spend the next 20 minutes taking selfies and flexing my new muscles. This is the best body I’ve ever possessed, and there’s no way I’m letting this one go.

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