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The 17th Hole was Life Changing
Street possession
Whether it be a businessman, jock, jogger gangster or workers like a police officer. The takeover for ripe for taking.
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Ghostly Switch
Jayvon is your typical college jock who has the looks and brawns but never quite the brains. He works as a content creator and also has modeled for a few Indonesian brands.
One day, he was staying in an old hotel that he's planning to make a content on and found an antique mirror in his hotel room. Out of curiosity, he touched the mirror and suddenly, he sees a man with just jeans come out of it and Jayvon screams out, "What the- who THE FUCK are you?!"
The man named Jake is a sorcerer had been trapped in this very same hotel room Jayvon is now staying in and has since been looking for a new perfect host to trap them in, and Jayvon is perfect.
"I'm about to be YOU!" Immediately Jake put his left hand on Jayvon's head and recited a spell, "Spiritus meus, in te fluat. Anima tua, sub iugo meo cadat. Duas mentes, una voluntas; Corpus tuum, templum meum"
"AARGHHH FUCK PLEASE SOMEONE HELP-" Jayvon started screaming as he felt himself getting pulled out of his body. His physical body then fall to the floor, vacant.
Immediately, Jake took his soul and recited a spell where he threw Jayvon's soul into a jar and sealed it with another spell so that he can't break out.
And then, Jake with a foreign spell became a cloud of smoke and entered Jayvon's body through his mouth. As he enters, he can feel every part of his soon-to-be new body becoming his. The body started to convulse violently as Jake enters, shaking and wiggling part of the body before it becomes still.
Slowly he stands up and begins taking off his clothes to admire his new vessel. "Mmm, I can work with this…" He says as he touches his underwear and his new raging boner.
He then takes some clothes from the wardrobe and before going out, he says to the real soul of Jayvan, who is stuck in a jar, "Thank you boy for this new body of mine, I will take good care of it as I begin world domination mwahahahaha"
This is excellent!
Straight posession
Corrupted Bond
"This is crazy, Liam. We shouldn’t be here. Are you absolutely sure his place is empty?" Rob whispered anxiously, his eyes darting toward the door as Liam unlocked it.
"I’ve told you a hundred times," Liam snapped, his frustration evident. "I’ve kept tabs on him long enough. We’ve got plenty of time before he comes back."
"God, you're insane... and what about his roommate, are you sure he isn't in there?" Rob asked, still uneasy.
"His roommate’s visiting his hometown. This is the perfect opportunity to take Hunter’s place. Relax, Rob. Help me find something of his—like a used shirt or jacket," Liam urged.
"This place reeks of jock musk," Rob muttered, grimacing as he stepped deeper into the apartment.
"Well, what did you expect? Hunter’s the jock of our campus," Liam shot back, rolling his eyes. "Now, help me search."
The two of them split up, carefully moving through the apartment and checking every room.
"Alright, I’ve checked everything. This place is ours for the next few hours," Liam shouted, his voice rising with excitement. "Now, let’s grab one of his clothes."
"Which one’s his room?" Rob asked, his nerves still getting the best of him as he glanced around the apartment.
"Found it—and I found the perfect item!" Liam called out from the other side of the apartment.
Rob hurried back, nearly tripping over himself in his rush. He entered the room Liam had called from—and froze, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes locked on none other than Hunter McAllister himself, standing right in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of black underwear and a few accessories.
"Hey, Robbie Boy!" Hunter’s deep, raspy voice cut through the air, sending a jolt of panic through Rob’s chest.
"Shit! That happened way too fast," Rob muttered under his breath, wide-eyed.
"Of course it did," Liam—now owning the body of Hunter McAllister—snickered. "Why waste a single second transforming into Hunter fucking McAllister? Now, let’s finish the look, shall we?" He taunted, flexing his muscles, already draped in some of Hunter's signature pieces.
"Look!" Liam—now Hunter—gestured to the armchair piled high with clothes. "Throw me something to wear!"
Still flexing and turning to showcase his newly acquired, impressive back, Hunter loomed over Rob. Standing a full two feet taller than either of them, his presence was imposing. Rob stood frozen for a moment, mesmerized by the sheer size and power of the figure before him.
Finally snapping out of his daze, Rob hesitated for just a moment before carefully stepping toward the armchair. He reached for a combination of clothes he’d seen Hunter wear countless times.
Under Hunter's expectant gaze, Rob nervously tossed a pair of black joggers in his direction. With the effortless grace of an athlete, Liam caught the trousers mid-air. The smooth, fluid motion left Rob momentarily stunned.
"Good choice, Robbie Boy," Liam taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he sized Rob up with the same cocky confidence Hunter was known for.
Rob quickly grabbed a black undershirt from the pile and tossed it toward Liam. With swift, practiced movements, Liam stretched the fabric over his torso, the shirt fitting perfectly against his frame. His muscles rippled as he pulled it down, completing the transformation that was rapidly becoming indistinguishable from the real Hunter McAllister.
"Now this is more like it," Liam smirked, flexing slightly in front of Rob. His tone dripped with an arrogant swagger.
"What a killer bod, huh? Guys envy it, and girls are dying for it." Liam said with smug confidence, his tone dripping with that familiar cocky swagger. He flexed his muscles, effortlessly showing off the sculpted physique that made him an intimidating presence.
The sight was so mesmerizing that Rob found himself struggling to maintain control, his mind battling the urge to surrender completely to the image before him. The physicality, the aura—everything about it was... captivating. Rob fought to shake the pull of the moment, but it was becoming harder to ignore.
"Dude, Liam. Are you getting a boner?"
"You really have to ask, Robbie? Tsk, kiddo!" Liam laughed, his voice dripping with smugness.
"Liam," Rob stammered, his voice faltering slightly. "It's so fucking hot when you talk like him."
Liam smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having, and leaned back.
Then Liam checked Hunter's boner what finally caused Rob's dick to also rise.
"...but we’ll have time for that later," Liam announced calmly, as if nothing unusual was happening.
With deliberate movements, he tucked the shirt into his trousers the way Hunter always did, admiring how perfectly it fit. His well-defined torso, now accentuated by the shirt, was pure perfection. Liam paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being in Hunter’s skin.
"It feels fucking amazing to be in his skin!" Liam said, grinning widely as he adjusted the necklace. "I get why he's so into himself." He flexed his muscles once more.
"Let's give Hunter a proper welcome," Liam announced confidently. He left the room, eagerly awaiting the moment when the real McAllister would walk through the door. He sprawled across the couch, feet propped up.
Rob followed, nervously yet unable to take his eyes off Hunter’s every move.
"You think this will work?" Rob whispered, doubt creeping into his voice.
"Just 'shh' and hide in the corner," Liam responded coolly, his smirk widening. "Stick to the plan."
They didn't have to wait long. The door creaked open. Footsteps grew closer, and then, there he was—Hunter McAllister himself—stepping into the room. His eyes widened as he saw Liam lounging on the couch. The room fell silent as Hunter froze, staring in disbelief at the exact replica of himself sitting there, mocking him without a word.
"What the fuck?" Hunter muttered, his eyes narrowing. He took a slow, cautious step forward, clearly unsure of what he was seeing. The tension in the room was palpable, but Liam stayed calm, never breaking character.
Hunter took another step, his eyes scanning Liam’s form, as if searching for some flaw. "What the ..., who the hell are you?" he demanded, his voice low and threatening.
Liam grinned, enjoying every second of the stunned silence. "What the ..., who the hell are you?" Liam mimicked Hunter's speech pattern.
Hunter’s jaw clenched, his muscles tensing as he advanced further into the room.
As Hunter got closer, Rob moved quietly from behind, his steps nearly imperceptible. In one swift motion, he hit him with a bat. That was all Liam needed.
In a blur of movement, Liam surged from the couch, grabbing Hunter by the shoulders and slamming him backward. The impact knocked the wind out of Hunter, but he wasn’t going down without a fight. He struggled, swinging his arms wildly, but Liam now had the same size and strength.
"You’re not going anywhere, McAllister," Liam growled, his voice thick with authority. Hunter’s struggles became more frantic, but it was too late. A blow from Rob's fist to the back of his head sent him crashing to the floor and unconscious before he could even react. The room was silent except for the faint sound of Hunter's breathing as he lay motionless on the floor. Rob stood there, his eyes wide with shock, while Liam caught his breath and looked down at the
"The hell Rob, you nearly fucked it up" Liam complained. He kicked Hunter’s limp body, just to make sure he wasn’t faking. Then, Liam leaned over Hunter and sedated him with a syringe.
Rob swallowed hard, still trying to process the chaos that had just unfolded. "Holy shit... We really did it. This is insane. Are you sure you can pull this off? Being Hunter?"
Liam smirked, amused by Rob's question. His attention shifted to Hunter’s phone lying on the ground, still buzzing with notifications. With a quick shove of Rob aside, he grabbed the phone, a devilish smirk curling at the corners of his lips. He studied the sleek device in his hands. With a steady hand, he activated the phone’s face recognition. A second later, the screen unlocked effortlessly. Liam felt a jolt of satisfaction—he was in. He glanced at Rob, who was still watching him, eyes wide with barely contained excitement. Liam nodded toward the phone, giving Rob a wicked grin.
"Let me show you, how I can pull this off." Liam’s voice was low, almost too casual, as he dialed a number from Hunter’s contact list—someone who clearly held a special place in Hunter’s life. The call went through, and after a few rings, a sweet, unsuspecting voice answered.
"Hey, babe," came the voice on the other end. It was warm, familiar, and totally unaware of what was about to unfold.
Liam leaned back into the couch, his posture effortless yet commanding.
"Hey, beautiful," he replied smoothly, his voice deep and gravelly, the tone that had always gotten Hunter what he wanted. "You miss me?" Rob’s eyes were wide as he watched Liam’s every move.
The change in Liam’s tone, his entire demeanor, was so complete that Rob couldn’t help but marvel at how easily he slipped into this new persona. It was like watching a completely different person take control, and for a moment, Rob couldn’t even see his best friend. He saw Hunter McAllister. Liam then reached into his pants, playing with his new dick while talking to Hunter's girlfriend.
"I always miss you," came her response, her voice warm and affectionate. She giggled, clearly happy to hear from him.
Liam’s smile deepened, and he leaned forward, making sure his voice was low, smooth, and teasing.
"I know, I know. I’ve been caught up in things… How about we fix that tonight? I’m all yours, babe."
Rob could barely breathe, his gaze glued to Liam as the act unfolded in real-time. It was perfect—the way Liam's body language shifted, how he held the phone with just the right level of intimacy.
Her voice fluttered on the line, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend wasn’t, in fact, on the other side of the screen.
"I can’t wait to see you tonight." Liam held the phone in front of him, his eyes glinting as he played the role to perfection. But then, as if something darker stirred within him, he made a quick decision. Without warning, he switched the call to video.
The screen flashed as her face appeared, her bright smile lighting up her features. She looked gorgeous. Liam didn’t miss a beat. He leaned in closer to the camera, his eyes narrowing on her image. He studied her—watched her speak, listened to the way her voice quivered with longing. His heart raced, but not with affection. It was power, pure and simple.
As she continued, Liam mimicked Hunter’s movements with precision—flexing his defined body in front of the camera. His smile was the perfect mix of cocky and seductive, like he knew exactly what to say, exactly how to look at her.
"You miss me, huh?" Liam’s voice dropped lower, a mix of charm and command. He slowly ran a hand through his hair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tell me more about that."
The look on her face made Rob’s stomach twist. She was captivated—completely unaware that the man she was speaking to wasn’t the one she thought. Her smile deepened, her eyes softening as she spoke.
"I’ve missed everything about you, Hunter. Your touch, your presence... everything. Why don’t you come over right now?"
Liam’s grin widened, but there was something darker in his eyes now. His gaze flicked to Rob, catching his best friend’s stunned expression. Rob’s mouth was slightly agape, his eyes darting between the screen and Liam. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Liam gave Rob a small, almost predatory smile, then returned his attention to the screen. He leaned in even closer, his face filling the camera frame. His voice dropped, laced with just the right amount of arrogance and seduction.
"I’m still busy, but I promise I’ll be there. You want me to make it worth your while?" He let the words hang in the air for a moment, his eyes never leaving the screen as he watched her react.
She visibly melted at his words, leaning closer to her phone. "Of course, I do," she replied breathlessly.
Liam felt a grimace twist on his face, but he quickly hid it, shifting back into the role. Inside, though, a small part of him recoiled at how easy it was to manipulate her. He could feel the disgust gnawing at him, but buried it deep, focusing on the thrill of the moment.
"Good," he said, softening his voice now, mimicking the tenderness Hunter used to make people crave his affection. "I’ll be over soon. And when I get there, you’re gonna get everything you’ve been waiting for."
He could hear her heart racing over the phone. She was practically entranced. It was all too easy.
Rob stood silent, his mouth dry, eyes wide. He could barely process the level of control Liam had over the situation. It felt surreal. "Dude..." he whispered, his voice full of awe. "She has no fucking clue."
Liam just smirked, power radiating in his eyes. Without making another face, Liam gestured with his free hand as if someone was giving him a blowjob.
As the call ended, Liam leaned back on the couch, letting out a slow breath. He turned to Rob, his expression cool and calm, though his mind was still racing.
Liam burst into laughter. "Man, all those hours of acting class really paid off."
"You nailed it. She had no clue. You’re a fucking genius!" Rob agreed, still in shock.
Liam's smirk grew wider as he admired his reflection in the mirror. "I think the guy on the ground wears my favorite piece."
He slowly removed his own clothing, stripping off the black beanie and undershirt, then reaching for Hunter's signature flannel shirt with deliberate care.
He then started to flex his upper body once again. Throwing a challenging gaze at Rob.
"This," he said quietly, "is how you impersonate someone. Not just with looks, but with presence."
Rob’s jaw clenched, his admiration mixed with something else. "Man, you are him," he muttered, still in shock.
Liam’s eyes flashed. "And this is just the beginning..."
Liam’s eyes flicked down to the phone screen as another message popped up. His fingers hesitated over the glass, then he glanced back at Rob, who was still marveling at the transition from Liam to Hunter, completely unaware of what was happening.
The message was from Hunter’s roommate, Kyle Singer.
"Yo, I canceled the trip to my hometown. How about gym session later and I’m not about to go without you, bro. Don't make me drag your ass. Let me know."
Liam's lips curled into a grin as he read it, feeling a pulse of excitement run through him. This was a perfect opportunity to slip deeper into Hunter's life. He'd already seduced Hunter's girlfriend, taken his place with ease, and now, with Kyle expecting him to join for the gym, the stage was set to solidify his new persona. He could keep this up indefinitely. All he had to do was play his cards right. His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing out a quick reply:
"Sure bro, let's meet at home."
Liam set the phone down with a satisfied smirk. Perfect.
Turning back to Rob, Liam leaned back, folding his arms behind his head, his eyes scanning Hunter’s apartment with a newfound sense of ownership. "You know," he began, his voice slow and deliberate, "it’s funny. Being Hunter... Finally, I’m gonna take over his whole life. I’ll live like him. Study like him. Hit the gym like him. People will think I’m him, and no one will suspect a thing."
Liam's tone shifted, becoming more relaxed as he leaned against the couch. Rob, watching Liam's every move, began to accept that his best friend was now fully assuming the role of Hunter McAllister.
"That’s crazy," Rob said, still laughing, almost in disbelief. "But I gotta say, you are pulling it off. No one could tell the difference."
Liam leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with cold determination. "Exactly. Studying engineering will be a breeze. And the sports thing—he practically has a scholarship. People expect him to show up, perform, and be perfect. That’s how I’m gonna live. I’ll hit the gym like he would. I’ll study like he would. I’ll party like he would. Just like this. The more I live as him, the more real it feels. And once I’m in his routine, there will be a new Hunter."
Rob was nodding along, still fascinated. "Man... this is getting weirdly legit."
Liam’s smile widened, the edges taking on a predatory gleam. "I won’t just be him—I’ll be better than him." As the words left his mouth, his mind raced with possibilities.
For a moment, Liam almost forgot about Rob, too consumed by his plans. But when he turned to gauge Rob’s reaction, something shifted. Rob was still leaning back against the couch, his gaze distant as he processed what Liam had said. He seemed oddly comfortable, almost reassured by the idea that, despite everything, his friend hadn’t really changed.
"Yo, let's get rid of this body for now. Let’s stash him in my room."
They quickly moved the real Hunter into his own room, ensuring no one would find him. He’d be out cold for nearly a day.
"So, what’s next on Hunter’s list?" Rob asked, excitement lacing his voice.
"Well, I've got all the time I need."
"How about you prove to me once again that your performance as Hunter is flawless?"
"Dude, you need another demonstration after I already fooled his girlfriend?"
"Sure, why not?"
Liam leaned in, his voice dropping low, teasing, but with something darker simmering beneath. "You want to see the new Hunter in action, huh? You want to see me in action?"
Rob’s eyes were practically glued to him now, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Please, man, show me."
Liam paused for a moment, savoring the power he felt with Rob hanging on his every word. He stood up and finally pulled on Hunter’s flannel shirt. Turning to Rob with a dangerous grin, he soaked in the moment, clearly enjoying the sensation of wearing Hunter's shirt. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent—his own new musk. Effortlessly, he adjusted the fit, making sure his hair was in place.
"Alright," Liam said, his voice dropping lower, more controlled, the weight of his words heavy in the air. "You're gonna get your wish." He took a slow, deliberate step toward Rob, making his movements feel like a storm gathering force. "I am Hunter McAllister."
Liam took a few more calculated steps forward, his body shifting with the precision of a predator sizing up its prey. His arms flexed, his shoulders tensed. He gripped Hunter’s flannel shirt, twisting it slightly as though the final piece of the puzzle was falling into place. A slow, deliberate crack of his neck followed, the movement as natural as breathing. It sent a chill down Rob’s spine. That was something Hunter always did when gearing up for something. The action spoke volumes, a silent declaration of power.
Rob’s heart was lodged in his throat now, his body trembling. A mix of fear and excitement twisted in his stomach, every fiber of his being desperate to see how far this would go.
Liam’s eyes narrowed as he embraced Hunter’s imposing posture. He shifted, subtly puffing out his chest, making himself seem even larger than before. He straightened his back, shoulders wide, exuding an undeniable aura of dominance. As he locked eyes with Rob, the world seemed to fade away. In that instant, it was as though Liam had fully transformed into Hunter—but now Hunter carried the menace of Liam, and Rob could feel it in every inch of his body.
Liam's grin turned into a dangerous expression. "What the fuck?" His voice dropped an octave and sounded menacing. "Who the hell are you? You think you can just waltz in here like nothing's wrong?" His words dripped with contempt, mirroring the exact tone Hunter used when he was at his most intimidating. "Answer me, you piece of shit!"
Rob’s breath hitched in his chest, his heart racing faster than his mind could process. He could feel the shift in the room, the raw energy radiating from Liam. He could barely speak, but he managed to whisper a trembling, "Holy shit."
Liam moved like lightning. In a single fluid motion, he closed the distance between them, leaning in so close that Rob could feel the heat of his breath. His eyes were dark, calculating, as though he was sizing Rob up—inspecting him the way Hunter would scrutinize someone he planned to destroy.
"You think this is just a game, don’t you?" Liam’s voice was a low growl, each word laced with menace. The edge to his tone sent a spike of adrenaline through Rob’s veins. The room felt suffocating, as if the air itself had thickened. Rob couldn’t look away. "Scared? You better be."
Rob tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. Whether it was fear or fascination that held him in place, he wasn’t sure—but he couldn’t tear his gaze from Liam. "N-No..." he stammered, his voice betraying his own fear.
"Then take a whiff." Liam straightened up, a wicked smile playing around his lips. He grabbed Rob's head by the hair and pulled him into his armpits. Rob, caught up in the intensity of the moment, surrendered to the role play, a strange sensation flooding through him as he allowed himself to savor the closeness of Hunter's arrogance.
But then, a noise shattered the calm. The front door creaked open.
Liam froze, his entire body going rigid. Rob didn’t notice right away, too absorbed in the lingering remnants of Hunter’s scent, until the distinct sound of footsteps in the hallway broke through his focus.
"Shit, that’s Kyle," Rob muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. He looked up, startled by the sudden shift in Liam’s demeanor. "I thought he was out of town?"
Liam’s face twisted into a dark, sharp smile. The sound of Kyle’s footsteps grew louder, and Rob didn’t see it coming—not the shift in Liam’s expression, nor the sudden tension that radiated from him. The uneasy calm settling in like the quiet before a storm.
"Piss off, you sad fucker." Liam shoved Rob away from him in a low, cold voice. Rob sank to the floor, trembling and blinking in confusion. "Get the fuck up, nerd. Now!"
"What's going on here? What's..." Rob whimpered.
Then Kyle entered the room, confusion flickering across his face as his eyes darted between Rob and Hunter, who was towering over the nerd on the floor. But that confusion quickly twisted into a sneer.
"What the hell is this?" Kyle muttered, eyes scanning Hunter up and down. His gaze shifted to Rob, still lying frozen on the ground.
"Hunter, what is this idiot doing in here?"
Liam didn’t flinch. His lips curled into a smirk, colder than anything Rob had ever seen. "Caught this weirdo sniffing around our place," Liam said smoothly, his voice carrying an undercurrent of something dangerous. "Fortunately, I came home at the right time. At first, I thought someone was trying to steal from us. But imagine my surprise when I found this dude... sniffing at our underwear!"
Rob’s heart raced in his chest. This had to be a joke. A sick, twisted prank. Liam was just playing the part of Hunter, right? Rob was certain he had some sort of plan—maybe to knock out Kyle and laugh about it afterward. This was part of Liam’s plan, wasn’t it?
Liam turned his gaze to Rob, his eyes cold, filled with disdain.
"So, this is how it’s going to be, huh?" he said, his voice harsh, each word deliberate, cutting through the air like a blade.
"I catch you snooping around my place, sneaking around like some rat? You thought you could just waltz in here?"
Rob’s breath caught in his throat, his mind scrambling to make sense of the words. It felt like the room had suddenly tightened around him, the weight of Liam’s accusation pressing down hard.
"Liam—wait, no, I—" Rob tried to speak, but the words stumbled out weakly, his voice cracking under the weight of disbelief.
But Liam—Hunter—cut him off, his tone icy, relentless. "Save it."
"Don't try to take me for a fool, wimp," he snapped. "Do you think you'll get out of here without consequences?" Liam took a step forward and pushed his way into Rob's personal space, causing him to instinctively crawl back. Kyle stood behind Rob, who was now fully engaged in the moment. He grinned and let out a laugh.
"Look at that loser," he mocked. "A pathetic nerd like you? Did you really think you could just come in here and do your thing?" Rob froze, his heart hammering in his chest.
What was happening? This wasn’t a joke. This was real. His best friend—Liam—was betraying him.
Liam smirked, watching Rob’s hesitation, the gleam in his eyes cold and calculating. Rob wanted to speak, to argue, but his throat tightened, each breath feeling harder to take. This couldn’t be happening. He had to be misreading this—there was no way. Not like this. Not Liam.
The betrayal hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. His best friend was turning on him.
"Liam, please," Rob whispered, his voice barely a breath. "You’re my friend… What’s going on?"
Liam’s expression twisted into something darker, more malicious, as if the mask of friendship had slipped away completely. He didn’t even flinch. Slowly, he stepped even closer to Rob, his presence overwhelming. His voice dropped to a low growl.
"Shut up. My name is Hunter. Don’t talk to me like you know me."
To their surprise, Kyle grabbed Rob by the collar and yanked him forward with one violent movement. Rob gasped and tried to free himself from Kyle's iron grip. This was no longer a game. There was no punchline. Liam wasn't playing along - he was all in.
"You’re lucky I haven’t kicked you out already," Kyle growled, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement. "But maybe we’ll have some fun with you first."
Without warning, he shoved Rob aside, sending him stumbling toward the wall. Rob collided with it, the impact sending a jolt through his body, struggling to stay upright as his heart dropped into his stomach. Kyle’s laugh echoed through the room, dark and cruel.
"You're pathetic. I always knew you and your faggot friend were a couple of weirdos on campus," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Look at you. What a joke."
Rob staggered to regain his balance, panic rising in his chest like a wave. He had to get out of here. But the slow, crushing realization settled in: Liam wouldn’t help him. Liam had chosen this. He’d chosen Hunter—the life that came with power. And Rob… Rob was nothing more than a casualty of that choice.
"Throw that useless fucker out, Kyle. He's lucky we didn't call the cops." Hunter ordered with an icy finality. His voice was so cold, so unfeeling. The weight of those words hit Rob like a punch in the gut. There was no turning back.
Kyle pushed Rob towards the door, disgust clearly written on his face. "Get out of here. Before we decide to show you what happens when you forget your place." Rob opened his mouth, trying to find the words to fight back, but they wouldn't come. His throat was tight, his chest heavy with emotion. There was no chance. This was no longer a joke. The door slammed shut behind him for good, and Rob stood alone in the hallway. His knees wobbled beneath him, the full weight of betrayal crashing over him. Liam had sacrificed Rob.
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When Rob arrived at home, desperation clawed at him. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he tried to contact Liam, praying that somehow, Liam wasn’t really abandoning him—that this wasn’t the reality he’d been left in. He couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t believe it.
Frantically, he sent message after message, each one more urgent than the last. But no matter how many times he hit send, Rob didn’t receive a response. Not a single word from Liam.
Defeated, Rob collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at his phone as he scrolled through his friend’s stories. The weight of everything pressing down on him, he drifted aimlessly through the posts, until an idea suddenly struck him. He hesitated for a moment, then checked Hunter’s account.
Shocked, but somehow less surprised than he expected, Rob saw it: Hunter posting pictures of his workout, Kyle standing proudly by his side.
Hours passed, and more evidence piled up. His stomach churned as he saw more: Liam was at the girlfriend’s place now, exactly as he had planned hours before, stepping fully into the role he’d chosen. Rob’s heart twisted in his chest.
The moment Hunter posted a new selfie, showcasing his toned upper body, Rob couldn't help but feel a wave of envy wash over him. He stared at the image, his heart tightening. Hunter’s life—Liam’s life—looked perfect, and it made Rob feel small in comparison. All he could think about was Hunter’s girlfriend, getting fucked by the one and only Hunter McAllister.
My Take Of: Twist the Chain
It's a bit too meandering for me, but I enjoyed the story still. Been thinking to write its spinoff but having a hard time finding the person that looks close enough so here goes nothing @thesuitaskin
"Hey sucker, you know Chad, right? A loyal friend of mine. As you know, Chad works as a guard at the local prison. He mentioned he's had to reprimand a few young pricks in the past. I told him then about my brother being useless af. I hope you will connect the dots, for your own sake! Look forward to him coming to visit us sometime. Gotta get going now. We’ve got some wet maids of honor waiting for us. See you then, Nate."
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12 hours before
"Bro, who the fuck is that dweeb behind ya? I thought you wanted to talk to me man-to-man, not man-to-man-plus-dweeb. Is it about Mark? What's so urgent until we need to meet this late? I legit fell asleep already,"
"Well, he's my loyal friend, Chad, and no, this is not about Mark,"
"Loyal friend? So why the fuck I never even heard or seen him before? I was your closest friend since we were kids,"
"Yeah, he's my loyal friend, his name is Chad,"
"Bro.....you make me so confused, I'm Chad,"
"Well, not for long,"
Right at that moment, Dan's body went limp and hit the parking lot with a loud thud. Dazed and confused, Chad just stared at his best friend in disbelief with a small concern to the suddenly limping dweeb. But not even 10 seconds in the tense situation, there's a sudden pressing sensation inside his body, as if his own consciousness is about to get engulfed by this incoming force. Little did Chad know, it's actually Dan's spirit and it's exactly what the dweeb's spirit about to do, merging his soul with Chad and control the studly physique of Chad fucking Summers. Chad started to sweat and struggled to keep himself up, so he tried to grab to any handle to keep himself standing on his feet, to no avail. His own best friend, Luke, simply stepped back with the most unfazed expression when Chad tried to grab him for support, and once his body thudded to the floor and stared at the dweeb's slack-jawed, lifeless face, Luke simply hovered above Chad with the kind of smug facial expression he only gave towards people he despised
"Ck, just give up already, I don't like to see my best friend acting like a weakling. If you can't fight it, just succumb to it, feels hella nice to let others control you and use your body to their liking, y'know?"
Chad's eyes went wide, a mixture of surprise listening and trying to dissect what Luke just said and at the same time, the horrifying sensation of his body that feels no longer his only, like there's other presence trying to assert dominance and ownership over his body. A couple minutes of resistance and mild flailing later, Chad shut his eyes for several seconds before opening it back with the brightest sparkles as if he's alive once more. Chad cannot help but let out a shit-eating grin as he finally said
"It works," which is welcomed by an equally disturbing grin from Luke as he propped his best friend that is back to normal up to his feet once more. Luke then hug his best friend, Chad, and then they casually hit their special handshake as if they already did it for ages before laughing it off with the loud yet deep rumble that comes out from their respective mouth.
"Bro, your magic shit really works,"
"If by magic you mean my sets of juices, of course it works, dummy. That's some seasoned bodybuilder type-shit that goes undetected by any screening, making you feel pumped and ready to just smash your entire workout and destroy things if all of the energy is restrained and not used right away," Luke said with a smirk and a wink, not really interested to discuss about the magic and tried to roleplay as if the real Luke and Chad are having the kind of secret late night convo the real them used to have
As if telepathically communicating with Luke, Chad gets the cue and played along, even as far as asking his domineering best bud to hit the gym this late night as they are already in the parking lot of it anyway
"It's crazy man, it's like I just want to lift all those weights and fucking plow my dick into some pussy or something. This shit got me amped up!"
"Yeah, that's what happened to me too. But I have much better self-control so I just focused on my sets, held all the raging libido inside until I went back home and messed around with Nathan. Then, still insatiable, instead of fapping my cock like some kind of virgin loner dweeb, I simply fuck this big-titted brunette that slid to my profile all naked,"
Dan would be screaming and hollering listening to the brute talk that Luke just sputtered, but he's Chad Summers now and Chad Summers can relate to all the shit talked by Luke Walter. Both men then strut to the 24 hours gym and just decided to hit the machine right away, showing off their muscular prowess to the late night gymgoers and fulfilling their own ego of doing reps and weights they would never dare to imagine back when they were still bunch of dweeb living under Nathan's mercy.
While Luke already feeling all natural doing the motion, Dan cannot help but smirked everytime he managed to lift the weight with such ease and looking at his now pumped muscle and veins.
After around an hour reveling in his unstoppable stamina and other-wordly alpha musk, as if snapped out of a trance, Chad finally noticed the slurping and gagging sound from behind his back. Not surprisingly, Luke already having his cock slobbered by this petite blonde chick wrapped in her tight alo clothing. Chad then whistled mockingly
"Yo dude, really? Out in the open like this?"
Luke then quickly pistoned his uncut 9 incher monstrosity in and out of the girl's throat before exploding his seed inside of her and purposefully slide it out while still spurting to mess up with her face and clothes. He did all that while keeping his eye-contact to Chad, as if telling his best bro that the bitch doesn't really matter and he can do anything he pleased because he is Luke motherfucking Walters. Chad semi definitely hardened to its full mast, thinking of spunking the blonde too with his thick, salty mess, but he digressed as he wanted to ensure to hit his biggest load in his own term, not by making sloppy seconds
The girl thanked Luke for the opportunity, much to the delight of them two, as they decided that they have enough fun over here and it's time to step things up another notch
"Does the memory already hit you? We have a wedding tomorrow bro, Mark's. And we're his groomsmen,"
"Oh, that's what he's talking about earlier. Fuck, a wedding.....oohhh....dang, some fine pussies will be in attendance tomorrow,"
"Yup, you really absorb the essence of Chad very quick,"
"Well, I'm Chad bro, of course I know how to think like myself, duh,"
"Yeah, right. But aside from the wedding, after that, let's mess Nathan up, you and me, we can really make that twig relive all his worst act with him in the receiving end instead. I always talked about you beating up randos just for the thrill of it and simply because you can in prison, he must be fucking terrified if he ever encountered you,"
"Ohhhh....that sounds like a real solid plan. But what's the endgame here? Beating him to a pulp sounds cliche,"
"Oh boy, I have something even worse in my sleeves. I'll explain to you throughout the wedding,"
Seized Opportunity
Bobby walked down the aisles of the clothing store, his fingers brushing against the fabrics. He wasn't much of a shopper, but with the start of a new semester approaching, he figured it wouldn't hurt to pick up a few new things. He wasn't sure exactly what he was looking for, but he wanted something different—something that might make him feel more confident.
He picked out a simple navy hoodie and tossed it into his basket before moving toward a different rack. His mind wandered for a moment as he looked over the shirts, trying to decide if he was brave enough to go for something more stylish. But as he turned the corner...
He ran straight into him. Ryker.
Bobby didn't see him exiting the changing room, and before he knew it, the collision knocked his basket onto the floor. Clothes—shirts, jeans, and the navy hoodie—spilled out in a chaotic tumble, scattering across the floor.
They both froze for a moment, caught off guard. Bobby's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened in shock. The overwhelming sense of embarrassment hit him all at once. His face flushed as he stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the mess of clothes now surrounding him.
Ryker, standing there shirtless, seemed completely unfazed by the awkwardness of the situation. For a split second, Bobby noticed something unusual in Ryker's expression—a flicker of confusion in his eyes. But the moment passed quickly, and Ryker's usual arrogance resurfaced.
"Well, well," Ryker said, his tone laced with annoyance, breaking the silence with a mocking smile. His voice had a condescending edge. "Didn't think I'd find you in a place like this. What, are you lost, or just trying to steal something?"
Bobby's stomach churned. His pulse raced in his ears, and he felt his body tense with the heat of humiliation. He dropped to his knees quickly, trying to collect the scattered clothes, but his hands fumbled as he scrambled to pick up the shirts, jeans, and navy hoodie. He couldn't gather them fast enough, each moment feeling like a slow-motion disaster. The world seemed to shrink as he bent over.
"Careful there, Bobby," Ryker said, his tone dripping with mockery and enjoyment. "I'll keep an eye on you, making sure you're not pocketing anything." He leaned against the clothing rack, arms crossed, veins popping, effortlessly exuding an air of superiority.
Bobby focused on shoving the clothes back into the basket as quickly as he could. The entire situation felt surreal—like a cruel joke that everyone but him was in on. Ryker towered over him, shirtless and unconcerned, while Bobby felt every inch of his own inferiority.
"Honestly, Bobby," Ryker continued, his voice as firm as ever, leaning in slightly as if savoring Bobby's discomfort. "You really should know better than to try to fit in where you don't belong. This place is way out of your league, don't you think?"
Bobby's hands shook as he grabbed the last shirt and jammed it into the basket, fighting to suppress the frustration rising in his chest. His heart raced, pounding painfully in his throat.
"I—I wasn't trying to—" Bobby stammered, but the words were too weak and died in his throat.
Ryker's lips curled into a smug smile as he watched Bobby struggle, clearly taking delight in every moment of it. "You weren't trying? You sure about that? Because it looks like you're trying way too hard to fit in with people who couldn't care less about you."
Bobby's face burned with frustration, the sting of Ryker's words sinking deeper with every passing second. He could feel the weight of Ryker's presence like a physical force pressing down on him, making him feel even smaller, more invisible. It was as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them in that store, with Ryker standing at the center, casting a long shadow over everything Bobby had hoped to be.
"Whatever," Bobby muttered, his voice barely audible as he stood up quickly, clutching the basket so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He walked past Ryker, his heart still pounding in his chest.
With a self-assured smile on his face, Ryker grabbed a shirt and strolled back into the changing room.
--
Julian stared into the full-length mirror, captivated by the image reflected back at him. He flexed his fingers experimentally, feeling the power of his arm muscles beneath his skin. The sensation of having full control over this intimidating figure was like nothing he had ever imagined. The body that belonged to a Greek god—Julian was entranced.
The longer he stared, the more he felt his ego swell. The sense of authority that came with this image was intoxicating. Julian had never felt anything like it. He had spent years studying the occult, researching astral projection, searching for a way to transcend his own limitations. But this… this was beyond anything he had anticipated.
He had practiced day after day, hours of meditative focus. Then he finally found a convincing guide to astral projection, the kind that promised to take one's soul into another person's body. Once he had experienced a few successful projections, his confidence grew. So, he took a leap. Instead of just observing people, he wanted to possess them. Knowing that it was invasive, he wanted to start with Bobby—one of his good friends, someone he knew inside and out.
When Julian's astral form made its way to Bobby's location this afternoon, something unexpected presented itself in front of him. In the middle of searching for Bobby in that clothing store, Julian stumbled across Ryker Evans. The sight of him, shirtless and self-confident in the changing room, was almost too tempting to resist. Ryker, the popular figure and bully of their university. He had an intimidating presence that even Julian, for all his occult knowledge, had feared.
At first, Julian thought about sticking to his original plan. But that temptation was too great. He couldn't resist the idea of pranking Bobby, showing him his successful astral projection. His heart raced at the thought of possessing Ryker, pretending to be him, and giving Bobby a bit of a scare.
The moment his astral form rushed into the changing room and fully immersed itself in Ryker, he felt Ryker's essence flood his own senses. Julian realized he wasn't just controlling Ryker's body; he had taken on Ryker's entire being. He felt everything—Ryker's memories, what Ryker would think, how Ryker carried himself. It was like slipping into a costume that fit perfectly, one that allowed him to slip into an entirely different persona.
"This is it," Julian thought. "This is too good to be true."
Driven by adrenaline, he collided with Bobby—the first words he spoke as Ryker came effortlessly, not just imitating but being Ryker. Julian was trying to give a flawless performance as the bully, Ryker, summoning all the arrogance he could muster. Before long, it felt natural, as if he had always been Ryker—like the body and personality truly belonged to him.
Now, standing in front of the mirror in Ryker's apartment and in Ryker's body, Julian marveled at how complete the transformation felt. It wasn't just physical; it was mental, too. He could feel Ryker's confidence radiating through him. Julian's—or rather, Ryker's—posture straightened, and then he lifted his chin, admiring the chiseled features of his face. That was exactly the arrogant and disparaging look he knew from Ryker.
Ryker's jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, and his eyes were a piercing blue, seeming to look right through anyone unlucky enough to meet them. The strong traps, the way his broad shoulders curved with definition, the massive chest, the flex of his abs as he posed—everything about this body screamed perfection.
It was an intimidating power Julian hadn't known existed. The same power Ryker used to make everyone else feel insignificant, pathetic. Now, Julian could experience it firsthand. Scanning Ryker's thoughts, he finally understood why Ryker was the way he was. This was how the world worked: power was meant to be taken, not earned, and some people—like Ryker—were simply destined to have it.
As he watched himself in the mirror, Julian's admiration for Ryker's body deepened. The muscles, the strength, the commanding presence—it was intoxicating. For the first time in his life, Julian didn't feel weak. He felt… alive.
He grinned at his reflection, mimicking the smirk Ryker often wore. There was a primal satisfaction in the way his lips curled, the way his gaze hardened into something menacing. Julian had often been a victim of Ryker's bullying, but now, he was in control. He could act however he wanted, and the world would bend to his will. It was like tasting power for the first time.
Going with the flow, and now knowing full well what Ryker had in mind for today, Julian walked into the shower with a growing sense of satisfaction. It was time to experience Ryker's body and especially Ryker's impressive cock in a new way. It was an opportunity to feel his muscles working, to admire the smoothness of his movements as he jerked off. Every movement felt freeing and powerful. He could already feel the feeling of dominance settling deeper inside him when he finally shot Ryker's load. The seed of an alpha.
When he left the shower, Julian ran a hand through his wet hair, effortlessly styling it the way Ryker did. The slicked-back look only enhanced Julian's aura of confidence. As he delved into Ryker's essence, he was inspired by Ryker's memories, leading him to grab Ryker's phone.
Julian's fingers hovered over Ryker's phone screen, a grin spreading across his face as he unlocked it with ease. He searched for Jessica's name—Ryker's girlfriend—and tapped the FaceTime button. The ringing sound filled the quiet room as he adjusted himself in front of the mirror. He practiced a small tilt of his head, a slight lift of his chin, mimicking the subtle movements he had seen Ryker use a thousand times to exude dominance and effortless charm. He could feel the power building inside him.
As the call connected, Jessica's face appeared on the screen, and Julian watched her smile widen when she saw the familiar face of her boyfriend Ryker.
"Hey, baby," Ryker's voice rumbled—low, deep, self-confident. Julian savored the sound, the way each syllable vibrated in his chest, like a resonating chord that commanded attention.
"Hey, you," Jessica replied, her voice light and seductive. "Looking good, as always."
Julian chuckled, the sound rich and full of arrogance. He could feel the seductive warmth of Ryker's voice enveloping him, a power he had never experienced before.
"I know, babe," he said, his tone smooth, confident—effortless. "I was just thinking about you," he continued, the words carefully chosen. He watched as her eyes softened, the sway of his voice already working its magic on her. "Got any plans tonight?"
Her expression shifted, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Not really. I was just hanging out here, waiting for you to call."
Julian felt a rush of satisfaction. He wasn't just using Ryker's voice; he was fully inhabiting it, letting it flow naturally from his lips. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it. It felt like a weapon, and Jessica was completely defenseless against it.
He leaned forward slightly, dropping his voice into a lower register—almost a whisper. "You're looking gorgeous, as always, Jessica," he murmured, his voice deepening with each word. "How about I pick you up and bring you to my place? Just you and me… I've been thinking about how much I want to see you tonight."
The way his words lingered in the air was intoxicating. He could witness the effect they had on her—her breathing hitched, her smile widening, her eyes slightly glazed over. She was already hooked.
"I was hoping you'd suggest that! I'll be waiting for you."
Julian couldn't help but smirk. Ryker's charm was effortless. He was commanding the entire conversation, shifting the dynamic with nothing more than his voice and presence. Everything about him screamed confidence and control, and Jessica was completely under his spell.
"Good," Julian said, his voice wrapping around the words like velvet. "I'll pick you up."
He paused for a moment, letting that experience settle. He could see the way Jessica's eyes softened even more, the way her body subtly leaned forward, hanging on every word.
"Hurry up," she whispered, her voice thick with longing, making him smile even wider. Julian knew, without a doubt, that he had complete control of the situation.
As the call ended and he hung up, Julian took a deep breath. The sense of satisfaction was overwhelming. His smile grew as he looked at his reflection again. "This is it," he thought. "Handsome fucker."
Julian then stepped over to Ryker's wardrobe with a renewed sense of excitement. His fingers brushed the fabrics, feeling the difference between his own clothes and Ryker's—everything about this moment felt more significant than it should.
He reached for a pair of Ryker's black trunks, the soft fabric smooth to the touch. As he slipped them on, the snug fit of the waistband settled perfectly at his hips, and the material clung to his large tool in a way that felt incredible. The trunks hugged his ass, outlining the muscular contours—and for a brief moment, it was as if he was becoming Ryker in the most intimate of ways.
After a moment of soaking in the sensation, Julian picked up a black shirt—Ryker’s signature style: sleek, tight enough to accentuate every muscular line of the body, yet comfortably soft. Julian slipped it over his head slowly, savoring the way the fabric slid down his torso. As it settled across his chest, it hugged his shoulders, then stretched taut across his pectorals, perfectly contouring to the strength beneath. The material clung to his biceps, showcasing the muscle with every movement.
As Julian ran a hand down the front of the shirt, he marveled at how it molded to his body, emphasizing Ryker’s broad chest, the tautness of his torso, and the subtle flex of his muscles. Each inch of fabric felt like it was wrapping him in Ryker’s form, both intimate and empowering.
Next, he reached for beige trousers—casual, yet undeniably stylish. The fabric felt luxurious under his fingers, soft but structured. As he fastened the waistband, the pants stretched across his hips and thighs, the fabric outlining the shape of Ryker’s powerful lower body. He could feel how they sat just right—neither too loose nor too tight. The trousers hugged his ass, accentuating his toned glutes, and Julian could sense every movement.
The final touch was Ryker’s cologne—rich and deep, with a hint of something woodsy, strong, and unmistakable. Julian sprayed a little on his neck, feeling the scent immediately envelop him like a second skin. It was subtle yet powerful, clinging to him. As the fragrance settled around him, he couldn’t help but breathe it in deeper, the scent invoking a sense of confidence. It wasn’t just a smell—it was an aura. Ryker’s scent was now everywhere, intertwined with his breath, sinking into the fabric of the clothes, marking him as Ryker in a way he had never experienced before.
Julian looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection now fully transformed. The black shirt stretched across his chest and triceps, while the beige trousers accentuated the hard angles of his legs and hips. The intoxicating scent of Ryker’s cologne surrounded him.
Julian was overwhelmed by the sight. It wasn’t just the clothes—it was the realization that he was embodying someone who could command space in a way no one else could. Every detail, every muscle, every molecule seemed to reinforce that idea.
It felt as if the world shifted as Julian stood there, surveying his reflection in the mirror. The fabric clung to him, the scent seeped into his skin. He was perfect in every sense. That bitch would scream his name tonight: Ryker.
Julian couldn’t help but grin at the thought. He adjusted his shirt one last time and admired the reflection staring back at him. Ryker’s life had always seemed so effortless—his confidence, his presence, his ability to command a room with just a glance. Now it was all his. He wasn’t just going to fuck Jessica tonight. No, he was going to be Ryker in every way possible. Every word, every gesture, every look. He’d step into the role of authority and control.
But it wasn’t just Jessica he was eager to claim. Ryker's mind wandered to the other parts of his life—the power he wielded at the university, the respect (and fear) he garnered from his peers. He was a king in this world, the guy everyone both admired and avoided. He could already taste the allure of that life—the way people would part for him in the hallways, how every eye would be on him when he spoke. He was Ryker Evans after all.
But more than that, the idea of tormenting those weaklings, particularly Bobby, made his blood stir with anticipation. The thought of watching Bobby squirm, of making him feel small like he always had, was almost too tempting to resist. He wasn’t just going to prank him—he was going to show him who ruled this place.
And then, there was the lingering question: How long could this last? The idea of being trapped in this body forever didn’t just excite him—it consumed him. This life. He couldn’t go back now, not after experiencing the world from Ryker’s throne. Maybe there was a way to make it permanent.
He took a deep breath, his reflection mirroring the self-assured expression he knew so well. Everything had changed. This was just the beginning.
--
Discarded Habit
"I can't believe you actually convinced me to step into a place like this," I admitted, shaking my head. My friend Henry had finally talked me into going to the gym with him.
"I’m really glad you’re joining me, Jacob. It's an investment in your future," he said, giving me a playful slap on my butt.
"I just hope you won’t be disappointed in me. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to keep up with you," I replied, flashing a shy smile.
"Don’t worry," Henry reassured me. "Our coach for the first session should be perfect. I’ve heard he always makes sure everyone feels comfortable and stays motivated. Remember, Isabell recommended this place, and you know her. That's why I booked the same coach as she did."
As we arrived at the gym way earlier than needed, I took in the atmosphere of the place. I had expected something more polished, considering Isabell's recommendation. But this place didn’t quite match that image. We were greeted by a young woman at the front desk. When Henry mentioned our session with Fabien, she surprised us by saying that he wouldn’t be available.
"I’m really sorry," she said, "We tried to reach you over the past few days, but didn’t get a response. However, we can offer you a session with Damien instead. Is that okay?"
What a start. I rolled my eyes, scanning the gym again, still trying to figure out what Isabell saw in it. It seemed more like a gym for fitness dudes than the luxury wellness retreat I had imagined. This Fabien guy must have been a lot more likable than just in terms of coaching skills.
I glanced at Henry, and he immediately noticed my frustration combined with my high expectations for the place.
"Yeah, damn, you really tried to call me," Henry muttered. "Well, we’re here now, so I guess we should give it a shot."
"That's great to hear!" she replied cheerfully. "Once again, we’re really sorry Fabien isn’t available. I see you’re a few minutes early, but that’s no problem. It’s getting late, and there are only a few people left. Feel free to head to the locker rooms over there, and if you like, you can check out or even try some of our machines if you’re comfortable with them. Damien will be with you for your session in about 30 minutes. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me or any of our staff. Enjoy your time, guys."
With that, she waved us off. We followed her directions, changed into our sports gear, and entered the expansive gym hall. At this hour, there were only a few guys left, so we had plenty of space to ourselves.
We checked out some of the machines, and when I walked into the free weights area, my eyes immediately locked onto two hunks in front of the mirrors, posing and checking themselves out.
"If I were a straight 'Chad,' I guess this would be my place to go," I muttered under my breath.
"Don't be so toxic, Jacob," Henry replied, giving me a disapproving look. "There's no point in making sweeping generalizations. You always complain about people judging you, so be better than that and give it a try."
"Okay, but that's exactly why I avoid places like this," I said. "I can't stand guys who are so full of themselves."
The guys in front of us burst into laughter, and I caught a scornful glance from the guy with the brown hair, which quickly shifted back to his reflection. It immediately took me back to my high school and college days when the jocks used to mock me for my body type.
"Look, Jacob, maybe our coach will show you how to properly do some deadlifts," Henry joked.
"Yeah, sure," I replied, feeling skeptical.
Henry then approached me from behind and gave me a hug. "Thanks again for coming with me," he said, his voice warm.
Although I appreciated Henry’s closeness, it wasn’t enough to change my mindset. Uncomfortable with him making our relationship so obvious in front of everyone, I glanced around and met the disapproving gaze of the blond guy, just a few feet away.
I couldn’t help but stare at the striking figure of the blond guy, despite sensing his clear dislike for us. His attention shifted back to his weights, and he resumed his workout.
"Hey, Jacob, follow me, check this out. This is the exercise I love most," Henry called from a distance.
Ignoring my doubts, I focused solely on Henry. He even managed to pique my interest in finally starting our session, though we were still waiting for Damien.
More than 30 minutes passed, and the gym was nearly empty. Another ten minutes went by before Henry was about to ask the woman at the entrance when Damien would arrive. But just as he was about to go, the blond guy approached us. I was surprised; I had thought he’d already left. Curiosity stirred in me—what did he want?
"Eve told me you booked a two-hour intro session with Fabien. Well, I’m substituting for him today. I’m Damien," he said flatly, his tone lacking enthusiasm.
"Alright, this is Jacob and I am Henry." Henry flashed a grin
"Cool. Let's get started."
Destiny must be playing a cruel joke on me—this guy was Damien? A wave of frustration washed over me. I looked at Henry with a questioning gaze, hoping this was all some kind of prank, but Henry just shrugged his shoulders and followed Damien without a word.
"Okay, guys. Best way to start is with a warm-up. I suggest 20 minutes of cardio on the treadmill," Damien said flatly.
"That's quite long..." Henry wondered.
Damien set up each treadmill, and we began to run. After a few minutes of watching us, probably to make sure we weren’t making any mistakes, Damien walked off and resumed his own workout.
"Is he for real?" I asked, out of breath and in disbelief.
"Wow, he couldn’t care less," Henry replied, his baffled expression confirming my impression of Damien.
"Well, let’s just keep going and see what he does next," Henry suggested, trying to calm me down.
"Wow," I muttered again, still processing the situation.
--
After finishing the full 20 minutes on the treadmill, Damien made no effort to rejoin us.
"I can't believe I spent all the money so this selfish guy could laze around and ignore us," Henry complained, frustrated. Henry's reaction calmed me somewhat, but I was still worried. I knew that Henry's promise to make a motivational impact had now completely turned around.
Henry stormed off to Damien, clearly declaring his expectations. Seemingly annoyed, Damien stopped working out.
"No need to make such a fuss, boy," Damien replied disrespectfully, clearly holding back a smug grin.
"Just be the coach I paid you for," Henry retorted, obviously ignoring Damien's impudence.
Damien returned, visibly unmotivated, and indifferently showed us the exercises that would be useful on the bench press. He seemed bored, briefly explaining what to focus on and how we could check each other's form for mistakes. He assessed our first attempts, with Henry requiring less assistance since he was already a bit more practiced.
"Looks like you're doing well. Now, do three sets of twelve repetitions for each exercise, resting for two minutes between sets." Again, Damien seemed ready to continue his own training, but this time Henry addressed it more directly.
"Can you please keep an eye on us? The goal is to perform the exercises correctly." Henry was clearly irritated with Damien. The whole atmosphere felt tense. But for Henry's sake, I held back any comments and tried to make the best of the situation.
We did our best to correctly perform the exercises shown to us, getting really into it. Supporting each other, and Henry’s bit of knowledge, made it enjoyable despite the circumstances. But as soon as Henry glanced over to see what Damien was doing, the mood shifted instantly.
Damien had turned away from us, taking selfies while flexing his shoulders and biceps. If it weren't for his rotten character, I could imagine falling for him—he literally had the body of a Greek statue.
"For God's sake, Damien! You don’t need to chat with us or fake interest, but at least do your job—make sure we’re practicing correctly. I paid more than 150 dollars for this."
Damien barely paid attention to Henry as he snapped a few more selfies. Once finished, he turned to Henry, provocatively asking what our problem was.
"Listen, dude. I’m getting paid to show you some exercises and introduce you to the machines—not less, not more. You're right, I have no interest in being friends. But if I see you’re doing the exercises correctly, I won’t keep staring at you while doing nothing. I know how to spend my time efficiently." Damien started walking away, with Henry following him, arguing. They moved out of my range, and I just stayed backed baffled at the bench press. I could see Henry getting angrier, while Damien’s expression remained unchanged.
They keept arguing when suddenly Damien left the gym, and Henry returned, looking furious and frustrated.
"Oh, I tell you, this was such..." Henry stopped mid-sentence, clearly thinking about something. He pulled out his phone and read a message.
"Damn it... Oh God, Jacob."
"What happened, Henry?"
"Isabell broke up with Kevin. She’s asking if I can stop by and talk to her."
"That's..."
"I’m so sorry, Jacob. Everything was supposed to motivate you, and we were supposed to have fun."
"I don’t blame you at all, Henry."
"Can you forgive me if I leave now? You know Isabell... I really have to support her."
"Uh, well, what am I supposed to do here? Damien clearly isn’t interested in coaching one of us properly."
"Yeah, I’ll talk to 'Eve' at the entrance. Maybe someone else can continue our—well, your—session."
"Why can’t I just leave too?"
"I paid way too much money for this, Jacob. Please stay. Maybe your experience here will turn around."
"Well, I could try at least." Though I was extremely annoyed with the place, I could feel Henry’s stress. I didn’t want to make things harder for him than they already were, so I agreed to stay.
He hugged me tightly and stormed off.
--
I waited impatiently to see if another coach would join me. The gym was nearly empty, with only three guys left, doing their own thing. To pass the time, I decided to bench press on my own. It was tough, but I saw it as a challenge.
"You definitely shouldn’t do that alone." A pair of hands grabbed the bar and lifted it back into the rack.
I looked up in surprise and saw Damien again.
I was surprised that Damien was now willing to continue with me alone. Of course, I had hoped that someone nicer would step in, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel impressed as I saw Damien's muscles up close.
"Stop staring, you..." His words made me feel caught off guard and shocked, as I thought he was about to insult me. But he didn’t. I wasn't interested in continuing this charade any more than he was, but I did what Henry had asked me to do.
Aside from enjoying Damien’s muscle display, the rest of the session went much like before. He showed me the exercises, and shortly after, I was left alone again. After the second exercise, with only half an hour left, I gathered my courage and decided to confront Damien one last time about his behavior.
He was now bench pressing, his arm muscles nearly bursting from the strain. Immediatly after finishing his set he snapped another selfie, flexing and posing as hell. I had my troubles to hid my boner when I approached him.
"Hey Damien, I have to say, I was really hoping for a better and more motivating coaching. If not from you, then from someone else..." Suddenly, he couldn't help but grin smugly.
"Now you're complaining like your little friend did?"
"Well, that should tell you something about how you treat your customers."
"Keep it to yourself, please. I already explained it to your friend: I'll do the minimum you're paying for."
"Wow, at least you're being honest, but you're still doing a terrible job."
"Your kind just loves the drama, don't you?"
"Excuse me?! Your kind? Are you serious?"
"Straight serious!" Damien pronounced the word 'straight' with a touch of pride.
"Okay, I've had enough of this nonsense." I saw the arrogant smile on Damien's face, probably amused by my reaction.
I packed up my things and headed straight to Eve at the front desk to file a complaint.
"Hello, how can I help you? You don't look very happy."
"Well observed, darling. I'd like to file a complaint, and is there any way I can speak to your manager?"
"I'm really sorry to hear that. Could you at least tell me what caused your dissatisfaction?"
"This place is just..." My voice rose in anger as a tall figure appeared behind me. I turned around and saw Damien.
"Is there a problem, Eve?"
Damien asked with a false smile and fake friendliness. He tensed his entire torso to look as threatening as possible. Admittedly, he looked like a sex symbol, but his homophobic manner and arrogance disgusted me.
"Well, obviously he wanted to complain to you about something..." Eve explained. I couldn't believe it. Damien ran this place? Damien couldn't hold back his stupid grin in response.
"I've got everything under control, Eve. I think there's been a major misunderstanding." "Eve, pack your things. Most of the members have already left. I'll close everything up. Have a nice evening." Eve seemed unsettled but did as she was told, leaving us behind as she walked out of the place. When she was out of sight, Damien grabbed me by my neck and pushed me against the reception desk.
"Listen you little prick. I tolareted you and your gay friend long enough at my gym. I really did my best, but you people always proof me right."
Too shocked to speak or even defend myself, he dragged me to the locker rooms.
I felt completely set back to my school days when I was bullied by the jocks. His violent insolence, combined with my fear, left me petrified. I didn’t want to provoke him further, so I endured everything quietly.
He more or less shoved me into a corner and took off his black top.
"Did you seriously think I hadn’t noticed your gawking looks? Do you know how disgusted I am when guys like you come to my gym just to jerk off?"
He suddenly tensed his entire upper body again, including his arms. If I hadn't been so afraid of his next move, I could have cum immediately.
Damien moved intimidatingly towards me and leaned over me.
"I bet that's what you were lusting after when you first saw me, right?" He pulled me by my hair and pressed my face against his cock. Perplexed by this new assault, I finally tried to fight back. But he easily held me in place. With my face pressed firmly against his member and struggling to breathe, I felt him bend down to whisper in my ear.
"You're definitely into that, aren't you? Look at you. You'd probably give me a blowjob of your own free will." Damien laughed with incomparable determination.
"I would have kicked you and your guy out a long time ago if your faggot of a boyfriend hadn't jumped into me first." With this, he yanked my head back and looked at me mockingly, barely holding back his laughter. Once I caught my breath, I paused for a moment to process what I had just heard.
"Oh Henry, fuck you!"
"Gotcha," he said, finally unable to hold back his laughter.
Feeling somewhat relieved that it was Henry, not Damien, who had put me through the wringer, I stood up and locked eyes with Damien.
"You’ve gone a bit overboard this time, don’t you think? I am bound to bruise."
"But you have to admit, my performance was pretty convincing," he replied, flashing me a cocky grin. I recognized it from Henry, but with Damien's face, it was definitely more sexy.
"I’d say Damien would have done a lot worse to you than I did if he’d had the chance. But you’re lucky I’m the one driving this Alpha now. Who would have thought he owned this gym?" he said proudly, starting to flex. "But it all fits, right?"
"I thought you were done possessing people."
"Well, I’ve kept it to a minimum, you're right. But when Damien revealed to me what an homophobic piece of shit he is, I thought it would be a good opportunity to turn this disastrous coaching session into something more fun."
"Well, for sure you did. He's a handsome fucker. You picked the right one, I'd say." I lusted for Damiens body while I watched him flexing.
"Hold your load, sucker." He commanded scornful in a determined voice merely intending the opposite. Henry knew exactly what my weaknesses were. He skillfully used Damien’s voice, channeling his self-absorption that he'd previously displayed in the gym.
"I’m really curious what Damien would do if he came face to face with you lusting over him."
"Wow, hold on" I laughed insecurely.
With a seductive depth in his voice, he leaned in close to my ear and began to whisper:
"Time to shower, what do you think? I could also force you to lick my sweaty armpits clean." he grinned.
"I could give you a blowjob too." I suggested excitedly.
"Only if you call me Damien from now on and show some respect," he mimicked a cocky expression I remembered from the real Damien. He flexed one last time, showcasing an impressive display of his back muscles.
We went into the showers and we fucked each other recklessly while Henry made sure to play the role of the homophobic Damien flawlessly.
After we were done Henry jumped out of Damien leaving him back under the running shower.
"Too bad, he is such an asshole." Henry gave me smile and we left the place behind us.
"You were right, Henry. You successfully changed the whole thing to the better. However, I am now more interested in what Isabell is doing in such a place with the mysterious Fabien." I laughed.
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The next morning, I woke up alone in our bed. Henry must have already left. I went through my morning routine and prepared for work. When I arrived at the office, I received a message with pictures from an unknown number.
"Hey, gay one. I expect you on time this evening so that we can continue our session. I advise you to show up and don't bring your faggot friend with you. There will be only one cock tonight which you will take in your mouth. Understood? Sucker."
Fuck, Henry. That 'Chad' really did it to you.
Twist the Chain: The Cycle
Read Part I
I was beyond frustrated when I finally got home late in the evening. I had already missed my project class in the afternoon, and everyone was angry with me because I forgot to complete my part of the project. But what really pushed me over the edge was running into Nathan and his dumb companions when I went home. Nathan was the king of my high school. If you were lucky, he and his friends would only tease you—but that was rare. Most of the time, you ended up getting a beating for Nathan's sheer enjoyment.
Anyway, after the hell of my day, I crashed onto my bed, completely exhausted and ignoring the bruises. That's when I noticed a new message I received, along with a picture, from an unknown number.
"You won't believe this, mate. Take a look at this."
I had no idea who this guy was, but damn he was an eyecandy, even though his face wasn’t visible. With his edgy tattoos, bulging muscles, and spot-on sense of style, it was clear he knew exactly how to make an impression. Unsure of how to respond to such an unexpected message, I decided to stay true to myself and answer honestly. "Hey, looking good there, but you’ve got the wrong number."
"Why, who is this?"
I hesitated, unsure if revealing my identity to a stranger was a good idea. But his looks were enough to weaken my resolve—I couldn't resist. Unless he was a creepy dude catfishing, I was determined to find out what he really was about.
"This is Daniel E. I doubt you were looking for me."
"Daniel E.? E. for earnest as fuck? You really should get more chill, dude"
What a douche!? Before I could even think of a response, he added a single word to his previous message:
"dweeb xD"
Offended by the mockery of a random dude, I was about to block this guy. He was probably looking for some random girl he picked up last night, but she was smart enough to give him the wrong number. I was determined to get rid of this jerk, but as I looked at his picture again, something in my shaft stirred. I couldn’t help but imagine what a hunk he must be, and despite everything, there was something about him that made me hesitate blocking him. So after I jerked off to his image, I quickly fell asleep.
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The next morning, I rushed out of bed when I realized my alarm didn’t go off. Once again, I was running late. I quickly grabbed my stuff and sprinted out the door.
By the time I made it to class, I was soaked in sweat, barely keeping it together. I had to catch up with the topic our teacher was presenting, which only added to the stress. At least I had a moment to catch my breath.
But soon, staying focused became harder. The teacher’s lecture was painfully boring, and I could feel my mind drifting. I took out my phone to check for any updates or distractions, and that’s when I saw it—a new message from the guy I’d heard from last night. I had almost forgotten about him in my rush.
Curious, I opened the message. He’d sent not only another text but also a new selfie.
"Have a look at the sick pieces I own now and what I’ve picked up lately. How do you like my new style? I know, I know I can pretty much wear anything and still look good af in it."
The picture he sent with the message showed him in full view this time. What a hunk this guy was. I had no idea where he was, though—none of the background in the photo looked familiar. The caption read, 'new boot goofing' but I didn't get it.
Who was this handsome, overly confident guy? He knew he had the wrong number? And honestly, I couldn't stand his attitude. Was he just mocking me?
"Uh, you still got the wrong number."
"You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?"
"What the hell? You’re texting me here in the first place. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me."
"You think so?"
"Is this some kind of prank? Who gave you my number, anyway?"
"Kek, no one, trust me."
"Of course, just randomly texting people, right?"
“I guess you're pretty under-fucked because you're still writing to me, huh? But so unreachable" "Otherwise you'd just ignore me xD. But know I'm not into this gay shit"
"What’s your fucking problem dude? Texting and mocking random people must be a time consuming activity !" I was furious. This homophobic guy was really getting under my skin, but, on the other hand, he had a point, which annoyed me even more and made me feel a little exposed.
"Haha, you're sensitive af."
What a douche! He really knew how to push ones buttons. I was about to respond when...
"Mr. Carpenter! Clearly, you’re not in need of listening today. So, why don’t you go ahead and tell the class the answer to this question?" the teacher insisted, clearly irritated.
Great, this day couldn’t have started worse.
After another frustrating day where almost everything went wrong, I was determined to at least go over the subject matter again. Otherwise, there was a big chance I’d fail this class for the second time. It was late evening when I received a new message. I was extremely annoyed when I saw that it was this jerk again. I knew it would have been the smartest to just ignore him, but my curiosity got the better of me. What did this guy want now? He’d sent another message with a picture. It looked like it was taken in the same place as before—a gym's lockerroom?
"Hope you've cooled off. I hit the gym hard again like a beast and I'm feeling even hotter now. But I'm still straight as an arrow ;) be sure of that"
I couldn't deny that his confidence was strangely appealing. He was undeniably good-looking, and he clearly knew it. Why had he to be such a homophobic jerk?
"There is nothing hot in a homophobic and cocky douche" This guy clearly had too much free time on his hands. I couldn’t understand why he kept texting me. Did this guy even have a job or something like that? He constantly worked out, especially when the pictures he sent always seemed to be taken right at a gym. But I couldn’t deny the truth in his last statement. He was undeniably handsome, thanks to all the muscle he’d packed on. His casual style of clothing only highlighted those massive muscles. I could only guess his age—he probably was even younger than he appeared. Looking at his neck muscles and pecs gave me a boner. Imagining how massive his back had to be by looking at his broad shoulders sealed the deal ... After my clear message, I expected a harsher reaction from him, but this time, he even sent a voice message.
"Don't be a bitch, sucker. Yeah I know that I am cocky. But who wouldn't be when they look as fucking good as me? Don’t be jealous, fag. Don’t blame me," he responded. His voice, a smooth blend of deep and powerful, yet effortlessly cool, hit me unexpectedly. It grabbed your attention without even trying. He was indeed confident, owning a strong tone, but still smooth enough to make you lean in and listen closely.
I couldn’t believe I was casually texting with someone so arrogant and hot at the same time.
"So, tell me, what’s the deal with you texting me all the time? As far as I know, we don’t even know each other. What do you want from me?" I asked.
But all I got in reply was a single emoji: 😏
"You don't want to tell me?" I asked, watching as he typed back, curiosity building inside me.
Then, another image appeared in the chat. This time, he was half-naked, a smug grin on his face, his physique on full display. His body was perfectly sculpted, and despite his arrogance, it only made him more captivating.
"Just teasing a gay lil nerd like you. 😉 What do you say to some role play? " I could hardly believe what I was looking at. Was this homophobic douchebag actually flirting with me? I was still trying to wrap my head around his suggestion when another message popped up.
"Too stunned to reply? I get it. People would kill for a chance to chat with a guy like me. Trust me, I’ve been there.🍆💦💦" I read his message, still trying to process it, I couldn't stop shooting my load. What did I do to deserve something like this?
"So you shot your load already? "Wait until you see me in person!" he abruptly typed. Was he being serious?!
"Who are you?!" I insisted this time, but he didn't answer.
"The guy who’s about to pay a pathetic fag a visit." My amusement quickly turned to fear.
He sent me a new picture. This time, he was in a car. Was he serious?
"What insane game are you playing here? Are you for real?"
But this time, I didn’t get a response. What was going on? Was this guy just messing with me the whole time? He had to be a real asshole if he mocked random people like this. I nervously rushed to the window, unsure whether I should call the police. They’d probably just laugh at me for being scared over a random guy texting me. I knew it had been a stupid idea to keep engaging with him. Just great.
As darkness fell, I spent nearly two hours waiting for any sign that this guy wasn't just bluffing. Jesus, this psycho was probably just playing a twisted game, and I became his victim. I kept checking my phone for a response, but there was nothing… I took a deep breath and stepped away from the window. Thanks to this guy, I’d wasted too much time and was now on edge with anxiety. Perfect, I’d fallen for a psycho. As I walked through the house, I blocked his number and deleted the chat history. Fuck this handsome psycho.
But I couldn’t bring myself to delete his pictures. If this guy was capable of scaring me like that, at least I could get something out of it—some eye candy, in this case.
"You really should get out of the habit of leaving the back door open, Dan," a raspy voice remarked, coming from right in front of me.
When I looked up from my phone, my heart nearly stopped. I was about to shit my pants. The guy who had been texting me was now standing right in front of me, in my own house.
"Wow, what the hell?! Get out of my house you sick fucker!" I screamed hysterically, my fear surging through every part of me. I honestly feared for my life in that moment. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be facing a homophobic assault in my own home.
But this guy—completely unfazed by my panic—just casually sat down, giving me a bored look.
"Chill, dude," he said, almost sounding amused. "If I wanted to hurt you, I easily could have. Do you think these muscles are just for show?" He tensed his bull-like neck, chest muscles and arms and gave me a challenging look. His veins bulged, especially at his neck and temples. Was he challenging me to make a move? Although his arms were covered, there was no question what guns he was equipped with.
"What the hell?! You broke into my house! Who the hell are you, just fucking tell me! What do you want from me?! What is your fucking problem? Are you a sick stalker or just a psychopath?"
"SHUT UP for god's sake!" A commanding and terrifying shout roared through the room, and I instantly froze, fearing the worst. But just as quickly, his aggressive demeanor shifted to something unnervingly calm.
"I didn’t mean to scare you, Dan," he said smoothly. "I just couldn't resist teasing you a little. I mean, you have to admit that 'a guy like me' leaves quite the impression, right?"
I gathered myself and, braving enough to respond, spoke calmly, "Are you kidding me? You break into my house, and you think we can have a casual conversation? You need to leave. Right now!"
"Listen, like I already told you," he said, his tone annoyingly nonchalant, "I teased you. I'm really sorry, okay? I wasn’t planning this. I’m sorry for putting you in this position. I should’ve knocked or something, but I guess this little mind game just escalated a bit."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I shot back, frustration boiling over. "You're talking nonsense. Please! Leave now!"
"Daniel, listen, I am Elliot!" he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice.
"You are nuts," I snapped, barely even registering his words. "I’m calling the police now. I don’t care if you try to stop me."
I was about to dial the emergency number, but immediately flinched when this psycho rushed at me and grabbed me brutally by the arm. I whimpered in pain.
"Dude, Daniel!! Listen to me. I am Elliot. Elliot Rider!" he shouted, his voice rising with urgency.
"Your twisted game is getting completely out of control. Leave me alone!" I pushed back against his absurd claims. "So, Elliot paid you for this ridiculous prank? I don’t know what he told you, but you’ve won, alright?! I’m scared like shit. Please, just let me go and leave!"
He loosened his grip but then grabbed my shoulder, ensuring I couldn’t move. I took my chance and tried to kick in his bawls. Obviously, I missed, but he lost his grip on me, and I took off running. It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to catch up, charging at me and pinning me to the ground, pressing me on my back.
"Gosh you are a stubborn retard as ever, Dan!" he teased . I struggled to break free, but his weight easily pinned me to the ground. I lost any chance of escape. Then, I felt him lean down, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered.
"You came out to me last month, telling me that you’re attracted to Nathan Walter, even though he’s been your biggest bully in high school."
"What the heck, why would Elliot tell you that?" I asked, confused. He sighed, clearly annoyed by my response, but then went on to share details that only Elliot could have known.
"So, if you're really Elliot, tell me when my parents died?"
"Nice try. Your parents didn't die. Your father left you, and you don't even know who your mother is. You’re stuck in this shithole because your father clearly never cared about his own son." Suddenly he licked my neck " And you wish to get fucked by a jerk—like me, because that's what you confessed to me when we were studying for the first final exam."
"You can't be Elliot! Are you serious?! This must be some fucking crazy dream, right?" He lifted his weight off me, and finally, the pain from his tight grip began to fade. "Dude, I was serious. I couldn't resist pranking you, I'm sorry. I mean, I couldn’t believe it myself at first, but I found a way to take over this guy’s body. But you’ve got to admit, I played my part perfectly, right?" He laughed, then helped me up, effortlessly lifting me with his strength. "It’s actually a long story, but let me tell you. I found this strange set of instructions on how to possess someone, and that’s when I decided to give it a shot…"
Elliot told me everything about this strange ritual and how he originally wanted to possess Nathan Walter. But things took an unexpected turn when Lukas revealed himself to Elliot.
"So, this is really Nathan's brother?" I asked, still in disbelief as I pointed at him.
"Step-brother, to be precise. Yes, I’m Luke now. Luke Walter. Admit it, I'm quite the catch now, right?" He spun around to show off his new, muscular frame. "I tell you, Luke was such a sick bully to Nathan. Honestly, I don't even wonder anymore how Nathan became the tyrant he is. Having Luke as a step-brother is pure torment, and now I play his part effortlessly. So, how was my impression of Luke Walter?" he asked, driven by his own curiosity.
"Gosh, Elliot, it wasn't even five minutes ago that I refused to believe you because of your sick actions and imposing behavior. Just look at you. You look like the worst guy in town. I really don't want to know how threatening the original Luke was." He shot me an evil grin, and I couldn't help but gulp. "So you've been playing the part of Luke for days now? How? I thought you didn't know him before. Did you, like, gain his memories?"
"Well, somehow, I’d say. At first, I only noticed small changes—habits that felt familiar. Sometimes, I’d act in ways I wasn’t used to, knowing I wouldn’t have done them as Elliot. There were moments when it felt natural to 'be like the real Luke.' After a few days, it all just clicked—what to do, when to do it, how to say things, and knowing things only Luke would know. As time went on, I knew exactly how to be Luke Walter, because I could remember things from a foreign past that wasn’t mine. I learned about him, understood what his thoughts would be in certain situations, and even got to know his darkest secrets. In the end, I am Luke Walter. But, to be honest with you, it wasn’t that hard to play the part of a jerk. It’s still intoxicating to adopt Luke’s self-confidence and bad-boy attitude. I mean, Luke isn’t just any bully—he’s the embodiment of toxic masculinity. I made the right decision, I’d say."
I hung on his every word, spellbound, still partly in disbelief at the insane story 'Elliot' was trying to tell me.
"And damn, Daniel, getting to know how to keep this body at its peak—it's amazing to own a body like this. All this insane strength. Looking handsome as fuck is just a nice side effect. Honestly, even without all these muscles, I'd still be a stud." He couldn't stop raving about himself. "When I decided to initiate you, I couldn't resist pranking you. Maybe it was the twisted side of Luke that started to take over, but I have to admit, I wanted this. But sometimes it was a real challenge not to let his character dominate me every time I texted you—or even now."
"So, you have to fight against Luke taking over?" I asked, still struggling to believe all of this.
"Well, no, but…" he replied. "To be honest, it feels fucking amazing to be Luke Walter. I actually revel in his persona. I want to be just like the real Luke. It’s like there’s no downside to it. I guess I just struggle with myself to not fully dive into character unless it’s really necessary, like in your case. It feels somehow wrong not to be Luke Walter now."
"You're joking, right? Elliot?! You really want to be that guy?"
"Dan, can't you see? I've found a way out of my misery, and by some twist of fate, Luke came into my life. Luke isn't the victim like I was when I was Elliot. I'm not at the bottom of the food chain anymore. I am at the top now." He sneered, barely containing his euphoria.
I could easily imagine how this must feel for Elliot. "Maybe a little Elliot, to be honest. I have to admit you're an insanely handsome fucker now, despite the original homophobic character. So you can really be him—you are Luke Walter now?"
"Yes man, I told you that already." he gave me an annoyed look. His look alone made him seem more threatening.
"Then be him, Elliot. Show it to me!" I curiously demanded.
"Let me clear that for once and for all. I am Luke Walter now. When you talk about Luke like that—so dismissively—it really triggers me. But you're lucky. Luke would never let anyone read him or challenge his patience. He has a remarkably strong mind, able to handle almost anything. Luke—or, I should say, I—never lose my cool. But hearing you drool over me? It makes my stomach turn. Honestly, just talking to you is starting to annoy me as fuck. And you know why? Luke Walter doesn't waste his time with people who don't matter. I am not wasting my time with gay losers like you." When he said these things, he definitely came across as dangerous. There was something inherently menacing about Luke Walter. But then, just as quickly, his demeanor shifted, and he returned to a more pleasant attitude. "I think it would be quite intimidating to fully immerse myself in the character now."
"Please, Elliot—I mean Luke. That's the least you could do after playing your sick game on me. Why would you have decided to initiate me, anyway? There has to be a reason for it!" I asked bravely, hoping he would accept my request. "And can you do me another favor? Be the self-absorbed guy you pretended to be before."
"There wasn’t much I had to pretend, Dan. Believe me." He gave me an amused look. "You want me to stay in character just so you can drool over me? I will have do the exact opposite of what the real Luke would do in that case. He would never allow himself to be objectified like that. Especially if a gay dude is hoping to get wet." I lost hope, but then Elliot— or rather Luke—sighed. "I guess I owe you that..." My heart began to race with excitement.
"You better get ready, dweeb." He turned away and pulled off his jacket, revealing his imposing torso, back and muscular arms. He flipped his cap back and grabbed his phone. Turning on the camera, he started flexing in the mirror while recording himself. Completely engrossed in checking himself out, I hoped he would start speaking in character as Luke. He then slowly pulled off his cap and white undershirt and unexpectedly recorded himself while throwing a question my way.
"Enjoying the show, fag? Pathetic kid."
"You know, even my miserable brother Nate is more of a man than you'll ever be. It 's pathetic when I see weaklings like you drooling over guys like me. I mean, yeah, I am a god. There aren't many guys who can keep up with me. But you turds, fall for all this domination. How pathetic can you be?"
"Look at you, your dick doesn't get any bigger than a rotten fruit and all it took was watching a stud like me." He grinned wickedly at me. You could clearly see his disdain in his eyes.. I went to blow my load, but suddenly he grabbed me by the neck. "I know I'm a real stud, but don't you dare touch you near me. I'm not doing a free onlyfans show for a freak like you." At that moment, I shot my load without another thought. "What the fuck, turd!" his look became threatening. I didn't know if I was prepared for what was about to come next, but then he leaned in again and whispered in my ear so that I could smell his intoxicating scent. "I've fucked bitches almost every day who were worthy of blowing me. But looking at you, I'd say your only use is to suck me off. Isn't that right?"
Elliot, or rather Luke, knew exactly how to make my dirtiest dream come true. But suddenly he clenched a fist as if he wanted to strike. I was overcome with the feeling that he was absorbed by the real Luke, but then he started laughing at me. "Did you really think I would waste a single ounce of strength on a weakling like you?" At some point, my fantasy shifted into something closer to humiliation. Suddenly Luke or Elliot now broke out of character: "Scary right?" he gave me a smug look. "What if I told you that I still know how to perform the ritual, and I already have the perfect target in mind for a little perv like you? I can't tell how much longer I am willing to waste my time with a beta like you. You are completely out of my league." I could hardly believe what he was suggesting to me, but I immediately responded, "Yes, where do I have to sign, Sir?"
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Nathan stepped through the door, still amused by how much money he could squeeze out of the weaklings at high school that he and his friends threatened. But what he truly enjoyed when he arrived home was the absence of his tormenting stepbrother, Luke. He hadn't been home for days because of some big wedding of one his best friends. No idea how long Luke would be absent Nathan hoped it would stay that way for a little longer. Reaching into the fridge to grab a beer, he noticed a message on his phone.
"Hey sucker, you know Chad, right? A loyal friend of mine. As you know, Chad works as a guard at the local prison. He mentioned he's had to reprimand a few young pricks in the past. I told him then about my brother being useless af. I hope you will connect the dots, for your own sake! Look forward to him coming to visit us sometime. Gotta get going now. We’ve got some wet maids of honor waiting for us. See you then, Nate."
Twist the Chain
Elliot had always been the defenceless, weak outcast. At school, he was little more than a target for relentless bullying. His life had become a monotonous cycle of humiliation, a daily barrage of insults and mockery at the hands of Nathan, the bully who ruled the halls with a cruel smile and an appearance seemingly crafted for dominance.
But Elliot discovered a potential way out—a plan so utterly mad, it consumed him for months.
It all began when he was helping to clear out his late neighbor's house. The elderly man, kind yet without extended family, had left behind more than just dusty trash and strange objects. Among the clutter, Elliot found an old book. What he uncovered was far more than just forgotten words—it was an instruction. It promised redemption. It promised vengeance. And it came at a steep price: his very existence.
Elliot had poured over the text again and again, the words written in a language he barely understood. But the message was unmistakable: if he sacrificed his body—his very flesh and bone—he could take control of someone else’s. An idea was born.
The cost was high. His own appearance would fade, his physical body would disintegrate, leaving only his consciousness—a disembodied spirit in search of a new vessel. But Elliot didn’t care. Nothing mattered more to him than the sweet taste of revenge, and Nathan was the perfect target.
On the night of the ritual, Elliot stood alone in his room, candles flickering around him, their soft glow casting shadows that danced on the walls. Dark chants echoed in his mind as he recited the incantation. He felt his body begin to dissipate, his skin peeling away, his bones melting into nothingness, a searing agony spreading through every fiber of his being. But he welcomed it. He embraced the pain, knowing it was the price of his vengeance. And then, the world went dark.
He was lost in crushing darkness, consumed by fear—had he failed? But in that moment, he grasped the last flicker of hope he could sense and clung to it desperately. He focused entirely on his desire for Nathan Walter. Once again, he was swallowed by darkness, consumed by his own greed. His final cry in the unnatural void fell silent.
When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in his own space. His senses were heightened, his mind sharper than ever. He must have been inside Nathan's home. He turned around and saw Nathan, engrossed in his phone while watching TV. Nathan was everything Elliot had ever wanted to be—tall, handsome, confident. The body of someone who didn't need to hide in the shadows, someone who would fight anyone who dared to stand in his way.
Astonished by the fact that Nathan no longer saw him, now in his new form, Elliot decided to savor the moment. He would carefully observe his prey before seizing the opportunity to take it all for himself.
Nathan staggered to his feet. As he passed a mirror, he couldn't help but marvel at his own reflection. The self-absorbed attitude, combined with that face, was everything Elliot had always despised—the face that had tormented him for years. But soon, it would be his face. In a twisted way, he hated it, yet at the same time, he was strangely drawn to it. He was going to use this face for something different—a life of strength, a life free from mockery and torment.
Elliot continued to watch Nathan as he tried to flex his bicep, pushing his muscles as much as he could. But then, something unexpected caught his attention. A voice from upstairs. A voice that made Nathan pause. Both Nathan and Elliot froze as the sound of heavy footsteps descended the stairs. When the figure finally appeared in the hallway, he looked at Nathan with an expression of mild disdain—the same way Nathan used to look at Elliot.
"Still trying to stay on track, Nate? Pathetic," the man sneered, flexing his bicep. His voice was deep, commanding, and filled with authority.
This man was everything Nathan wasn’t—calm, composed, and even more imposing. Taller, stronger, more handsome, and radiating an aura of danger that Nathan could never match.
Elliot could feel a wave of frustration ripple through Nathan, and he found himself intrigued by the effect this man had on his former tormentor. Blinded by curiosity, he was eager to learn more about this person. Though Elliot was now part of another dimension, he felt a strange sense of safety in his current form. With no immediate threat in sight, he decided to glide past Nathan, shifting his focus entirely onto his new target.
After hours of observing this striking man, Elliot could confidently say he'd never seen anyone as narcissistic yet undeniably handsome. This guy was so enamored with himself—or rather, his perfectly sculpted body—that it was almost captivating, even for a mere spectator like Elliot. He couldn’t imagine how many hours this man must have spent in the gym or on sports. And the tattoos... they only accentuated his impressive physique.
Throughout those hours, the man and Nathan rarely interacted, but when they did, Nathan was reduced to nothing more than a doormat. Elliot never imagined he would see Nathan behave like this. In the end, he logically concluded that this imposing figure must be Nathan's older brother—or perhaps step-brother—Luke. Elliot hadn’t expected that Nathan, too, might be a victim of bullying. But in Elliot’s eyes, that was no excuse for the horrors Nathan had inflicted on him.
Luke was far worse than Nathan. He wasn’t just a bully—he was the kind of person who exuded cruelty effortlessly. The cold, disinterested look on his face made it clear that bullying was second nature to him, something he didn’t even have to try at. He was a born bully, and for a moment, Elliot wondered if there could be a more fitting, more brutal form of vengeance for Nathan. A chance to make Nathan truly pay for his actions—not just by possessing him, but by taking over someone far more dangerous. Someone like Luke. Someone who could make Nathan experience, firsthand, the kind of torment Elliot had felt all along.
Elliot couldn't tell what Luke was up to as he prepared to leave. Luke moved toward the door, then called out, “I’m going out. Don’t ask, Nate. And don’t you dare do anything stupid.” His words were sharp, tossed over his shoulder without even a glance back.
Elliot’s mind raced. Luke wasn’t just any bully. He was clearly Nathan's bully—stronger, more imposing, and able to command attention simply by entering a room. He was everything Elliot had ever wanted to be—everything he had ever desired, but more. Luke, the older brother, was the true prize.
Without hesitation, Elliot made his decision—he would possess Luke. Luke had everything, and Elliot was determined to take it all. He focused, zeroing in on his target. When Luke finally left the house, Elliot followed, waiting patiently for the right moment, ensuring no one was around to witness what was about to unfold. Once Luke was far enough from sight, the time came.
Elliot seized the opportunity. He rushed forward, slipping into Luke's body—but what he didn’t expect was the resistance. Luke was not only physically strong but mentally formidable as well. He must have been a psychopath. Luke could sense something hitting him, but he grunted, fighting with all his strength to keep this force at bay. Elliot, too, was pushing with everything he had—it felt like pressing against sharp thorns.
In that moment, Elliot realized the odds of success were low. Horrified, humiliated, and seething with rage from all the torment he had suffered, he began to tear through the barrier with an almost savage determination. This time, he would not fail. It felt like trying to scratch through fire and stone, but Elliot had made up his mind—he was going all in.
Luke's resistance began to weaken, and Elliot could feel his grip slipping, his control faltering. Finally, the walls of resistance broke.
As Elliot merged with Luke’s form, it felt like an explosion of raw power coursing through him. He felt unstoppable. It wasn’t just the body—it was the overwhelming sensation of stepping into a new identity, one that commanded respect from everyone around him. Luke was a man feared by Nathan—and likely by many others—and now, Elliot was that man.
The shock of what he had just done quickly faded, replaced by an intoxicating rush of triumph. This was only the beginning of something incredible.
Beside the immense weight of his new body, Elliot instantly felt the heaviness of a phone and a set of keys in the pocket of his jog trousers. His gaze shifted to the sleek SUV parked in the driveway. It was polished and bold, the complete opposite of the clunky old car he had once driven. Assuming Luke was planning to go somewhere, Elliot decided to check out his new car.
Without hesitation, he slid into the driver’s seat. As he settled in, he pulled out the phone and caught a glimpse of himself in the screen. The reflection staring back at him was a new, imposing image—one that radiated power and confidence. Without thinking, he snapped a selfie, striking the same bicep pose Luke had done just moments before.
Encouraged by this newfound sense of ownership, Elliot pulled off his cap and shirt to get a better view of himself. The body was everything he already had seen from the outside—athletic, tall, muscular, and brimming with confidence.
He studied himself in the mirror, feeling the rush of power. Every muscle, every handsome detail—sharp jawline, flawless proportions, and piercing eyes—everything was perfect. But it was the strength in his neck, shoulders, and chest that impressed him the most. The man he had become was a literal powerhouse.
Elliot couldn’t put into words the sensation coursing through him. With no fear of discovery, and knowing this was now his body, he casually reached into his pants. He paused for a moment as his fingers brushed against his new, formidable tool—more a weapon than anything else. A brief glance confirmed it, but discipline quickly washed over him. Luke surely wasn’t the type to indulge in such behavior in his car.
Instead, Elliot took a moment to examine the interior. His gaze fell on a sports bag in the back seat. Curious, he rummaged through it, finding everything he needed for a trip to the gym. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he started the engine.
As he pulled out onto the road, Elliot could feel everything was different now. The car, the body, the way he was perceived—it was all a stark contrast to his old life. He reveled in it. "This is it," he thought to himself, a smug grin spreading across his face. "I’ve made it." Finally, he was in control. Finally, he could feel what it was like to be the one who didn’t have to hide in the shadows.
As he reached the parking lot of a nearby gym, a sudden impulse struck him. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and quickly set up a profile on a dating platform—this time, not just focusing on women. With his new appearance, he knew he would instantly attract attention to anyone.
Elliot snapped a shirtless selfie of himself sitting in the car. Within minutes, the messages began flooding in. "Wow, you look amazing," one woman wrote. A broad, self-satisfied smile spread across his face.
"Yep, I’m the real catch now," he thought, grinning at the instant validation. But before he could dive deeper into the virtual exchange, his thoughts shifted back to the gym.
Elliot couldn’t wait to feel just how much stronger he was now, to truly experience what his new body was capable of. He put his shirt back on, along with the cap he wore earlier, and stepped out of the car. The moment he entered the gym, it was as if the air shifted. Eyes from every direction locked onto him. Men and women stared—not just out of curiosity, but with pure admiration or even jealousy. They could sense his presence, amplified by his muscles, posture, and the commanding aura he now exuded.
When he reached the locker room, Elliot couldn’t resist taking another selfie. He was amazed at how effortlessly his body and muscles had molded his stance. He stood with a confidence that mirrored Luke’s—his new natural posture as a self-assured man. He studied his reflection, giving himself a challenging look, thoroughly pleased with what he saw. It was a pure thrill to know that the bull of a man staring back at him was now his own mirror image.
A laugh escaped him when he found a 'Naruto' shirt in his bag, along with some shorts. Never in a million years had he imagined that a guy like Luke could be an anime nerd. He dressed quickly in the gym outfit and admired the tight fit of his clothes. Proudly, he stepped into the weight room.
Though he had barely worked out in his old body, Elliot felt certain that lifting would be no challenge now, especially with the strength coursing through him. He started lifting weights, testing his new power, feeling each muscle stretch and contract with every movement. The sensation was intoxicating. Standing in front of the mirror, he admired his physique. "So, this is what power feels like," he thought, a smug grin tugging at his lips. "I could crush anyone here in an instant."
After an intense session, he returned to the locker room, drenched in sweat. He snapped one final selfie, relishing how his shirt clung to his body now even more than before. Would there ever be a situation where he didn’t look handsome? He didn’t even bother to shower. Why waste time? Let people smell the scent of a bull like him.
As he walked out of the gym, it felt like the world had shifted beneath him. The car, the way people looked at him, the new life—everything felt infinite. “I’m unstoppable,” he thought, his chest swelling with pride.
Back in the car, Elliot couldn’t resist pulling off his shirt as he drove, feeling the thrill of his new form and the raw power coursing through him. He headed straight to his new home, each mile a reminder of just how much control he now held.
When he arrived, the feeling of certainty only grew stronger. The plan to torment Nathan, the boy who had once tormented him, was still firmly in place. As Elliot entered the house, the door creaking open, he found Nathan sitting there—once the shy, suppressed boy he had once been, a far cry from the imposing figure Elliot had become.
A wave of power washed over him. Nathan was so small, so insignificant now, and Elliot relished the feeling of superiority that coursed through him. He stood over Nathan, eyes narrowing with intent. The vulnerability Nathan exuded made Elliot's heart race with anticipation.
"You will get what’s coming to you," Elliot whispered, his voice low and cold, a promise of retribution in the air.
With a cruel smile, he stepped closer. "You know, you're a pathetic little thing. I understand calling you a loser." Nathan, intimidated by the cold, dominant attitude of his 'brother', opened his mouth to retort, "Fu...", but Elliot immediately blocked him with a disparaging look. He grabbed Nathan by his hair and shoved his face into his sweaty armpits.
"How does it smell, sucker? That's the smell of a real man." After this humiliation, he pushed Nathan to the floor and dropped into an armchair. Nathan, visibly disgusted by 'his brother', tried to say something, but 'Luke' immediately cut him off and flexed his biceps as he leaned against the dirty leather of the armchair. "Lick it, slave!" It was nothing but a game for Elliot, who rolled in the situation with relish. Nathan tried to fight back but 'Luke' simply overpowered him and forced his face once again in his armpit.
For the sake of revenge, Elliot could have continued to torment Nathan without any second thoughts or remorse. But as he watched Nathan, utterly powerless and submissive, a sense of indifference crept over him. The satisfaction that had fueled his actions earlier began to fade, and what once seemed like sweet vengeance now felt hollow, almost uninteresting. "You are a fucking asshole, Luke, leave me alone!" Nathan blurted out suddenly, his voice trembling with frustration. Elliot fought the urge to laugh at Nathan’s late, half-hearted attempt to resist. From his observations of Luke, he knew it would be reckless to break character any further. With a casual shove, he pushed Nathan aside.
"I think you secretly enjoyed that, didn’t you, fag?" Elliot taunted, his tone cold and calculating as he watched Nathan struggle to regain his composure.
Elliot was in a frenzy of superiority. Unimpressed but amused by Nathan's pitiful attempt to gain control of the situation, he indifferently left Nathan behind. Elliot knew he could continue this game at any time. But he wasn't done for the day.
He walked into Luke's room and flopped down on his bed. He pressed his face into the pillow and blanket to internalize Luke's scent. So this is what he smells like when he doesn't stink like a bull. He breathed in deeply to take in every aroma. As he surrendered to Luke's scent and saw the contractions of his muscles, he would have squirted his seed faster than expected. Imagining having sex with a woman now, was very tempting. Horny from the experience, he was curious to see how much response his newly created profile had already received. When he opened the app, his inbox was flooded with messages. This feeling of conversion was completely foreign to him. Excitedly, he scrolled through many of the messages and was amused by the number of men who contacted him. "Some people really think they're in my league now," he laughed. He searched for the hottest chick and ruthlessly rated her profile pictures. When he found a suitable chick, she was already writing "Do I have to sign for your package?"
Elliot, no longer caring, snapped a picture of his own dick and confidently replied by simply sending a dick pic. A short time later, he received an address with a winking emoji.
He quickly jumped out of bed and searched for something suitable to wear. His eyes immediately landed on the corner of the room, where Luke’s clothes were neatly packed, a clear sign of his new wardrobe. Eagerly, Elliot explored the options, his mind racing with excitement. He would have liked to take more time to consider different outfits, but he had a goal in mind and didn’t want to waste any more time – to shoot his load into a pussy.
After trying on a few things, he almost settled on an outfit, but when he took a selfie, he realized he was slipping into his old habits, dressing like he used to—almost like a loser. Luke wasn’t a loser. Luke was an Alpha. Elliot needed to step up, to look tougher, to embody the persona Luke projected. He quickly scrolled through the pictures of Luke on his phone for inspiration.
Settling on camouflage-inspired pants, gray socks, and simple sneakers, he felt more confident. To complete the look, he chose a sleeveless shirt, admiring his arms in the mirror. Why hide those guns? he thought, feeling a surge of pride. He finished the outfit with a cap, naturally worn backward, just like Luke in the photos.
Elliot felt a rush of excitement as he looked at himself in the mirror, the image staring back at him now different from what he was used to. He wasn’t sure if it was the outfit or the sheer force of his own determination, but something about the reflection felt more right than anything he had worn before. The camo pants were snug, yet practical, the gray socks and simple sneakers gave him a grounded, effortless edge. The sleeveless shirt showcased his arms, and, as he turned slightly to the side, he could almost see the power that Luke had exuded in his photographs. The cap, angled just so, added a final touch of swagger, a subtle declaration of the new Elliot—the one who no longer had to blend into the background. Luke's vibe was unmistakable now. Elliot wasn’t just wearing clothes; he was embodying a persona. He had his mentor’s style, his attitude, and now, he had to walk the walk.
His mind raced as he quickly grabbed his keys and dashed out of the room, all the while avoiding the temptation to look back. He had to be careful not to let his new identity slip, not even for a second. He wasn’t just Elliot anymore. Now, he was someone different, someone tougher. Now, he was Luke and ready to fill that bitch.
As Elliot was about to step out the front door, his eyes met Nathan's. Nathan quickly looked away, attempting to avoid Elliot's gaze without drawing attention.
"Hey Nate," Elliot called out with a mocking tone, "You know what you'll probably never lose?"
Nathan stiffened but fought to hide any reaction, keeping his face neutral.
"Your virginity!" he grinned cockily at Nathan, "See you later, loser." and slammed the door.
Spinoff: No Longer Needed as Groomsmen
Part 3 of me and @vindictivenerdcels spinoff on the Untouchable Fiancé series by @thesuitaskin
The wedding went on smoothly according to plan. It was an intimate outdoor wedding attended by families and close friends and the newlyweds quickly headed for their honeymoon the following week where they ended every single day with intense sex as both of them consumated their love passionately as if those were the first time they had sex in their life. Well, it's true for Owen, but not like Iris had any idea about it. It's Austin Hill through and through, and she's one fortunate woman to end up with such a powerful, charming and hardworking man that she can proudly call as her husband
Once they returned back to their usual life, gradually, things got mundane. Iris went back to work in order to continue her ascendancy on corporate America while Austin worked from home most of the time, coaching some fitness clients and also doing video content where he amassed the jaw-dropping 600k followers or flipping real estate while also managing his stock diligently. But, they still met their friends and enjoyed their life in the suburban town as there's not much pressure anyway for Iris to move closer to her office in the city centre because she enjoyed the fact that she could travel and give herself a time for her own self in-between the commute.
Yet, those traveling time and hours in the office were exactly when Austin and Eli screwed up each other, or they would even invite Adam and Nick to the mix to make it merrier, and once again, Iris got no idea about it. Austin also frequently cheated with his clients or some randoms he found online, they would only hookup if Iris went out of town for business trips and the likes of it, and Austin didn't feel any remorse from doing that. It's just part of he is as a jacked douchebag that demanded respect and attention through the corruption he inflicted to the otherwise pristine and respectful fit young stud's image. Eli watched all of them with none of the guests aware of his presence, his brother-in-law performing such lewd and dishonorable act that ruined the sanctity of marriage for his devoted sole viewer that witnessed everything from the spy cam installed behind the full-length mirror right across the bed, the ceiling and the one hidden in the headboard. Alas, secrets cannot be sealed forever, and Eli wouldn't be the only one that witnessed Austin's infidelity
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Justin returned to Seattle after Austin's wedding and he already set to return back to town after he finished his probation in this new company. That alerted Eli to go the fuck away during the visit week from being caught by Justin. Well, more like Austin knocking some sense to Eli's horny brain. Eli really thought that he could be fucked by Austin with no worries during that same week since Iris is scheduled to be on a week-long leadership conference and some partner meeting. But, all of that plan crumbled because Justin's visit coincidentally happened at the same week. Eli thought he lost the week through unfortunate alignment of times, but it was actually Austin's own orchestration as he got something big planned to do with the fact that his brother visited him
Justin witnessed something that he believed he supposed to never witness last night. During one of the nights of his visit, Justin informed Austin that he would be staying over at a friend's apartment after his night out, yet the music sucks so he went back to Austin's as he ended the night's faster.
As he entered Austin's house through the side door from the garage, he found himself surprised when he heard grunts and moans from the direction of Austin's bedroom with the girl's voice sounding way too different from Iris. He's been sneaking around since he was little so his light feet came in handy as he climbed the carpeted stairs to verify what the actual fuck went in Austin's bedroom. He was taken aback at first seeing Eli's bedroom door left wide open but he remembered that Austin did say that Eli moved out pretty soon after the marriage, so that room has been empty for a while now. For a moment, he thought Eli would be listening to all that with an open door and his suspicion that Eli is a perv would be proven, but he got way ahead of himself with the ridiculous accusation. Justin then continued to slowly set himself into a good angle to check on Austin's bedroom as the door was not closed. A quick peek while hiding in the shadows revealed a brunette woman with her ponytail pulled like a leash and her back arched as Austin plowed her hole with his massive schlong. Confused, exasperated and angry would be an understatement for the confused Justin. What the fuck is my older brother up to??? Justin pondered to himself as he slowly and surely retreated back to the garage and ditched the place to find another place to sleep for the night. Should he keep this whole revelation to himself? Iris is a very nice girl, a bit dull, but still, how can Austin cheat on her? Is this a one time fling or a serialized habit? Justin went to sleep heavy and distraught by all the questions, lies and revelations
Those questions, plus the vivid visuals of the way Austin grinned under the moonlight as his sweaty physique rhythmically destroyed that stranger's hole, lingered in his mind all night long causing him to lose sleep. With his heart pounding and breath exasperated as the time in his phone screen shown 6.10 AM, he decided to chat Eli for a quick meetup to reveal the truth right away
Justin rushed to the designated diner where he scheduled to meet with Eli. There were several people inside the spot already, old ladies and gentleman, some fine-looking young couples and friend group, and other random people he did not really paid attention to. Eli appeared several minutes later with nothing except his sleeping clothes, yet he still smiled brightly and apologetic for being late. Weird, since when this meek and introverted twig suddenly have springs in his step? Brushing it aside, Justin gets serious quickly as soon as Eli settled down
"Do you know that Austin cheated from Iris? You spent a lot of time in my brother's house, did you never caught him in the act or anything?" Justin asked straight to the chase
"W--w---wait, hold on, cheated, how? With whom?" stuttered Eli for a reply
"I legit have no idea. But I saw him last night fucking this brunette in his bed with the door wide open and her loudly moaning his name. That cannot be Iris, she's still in SF, right? Plus, I never heard that you moved out, thought I would see you since 2 days ago,"
"Yeah, my parents need one of their kids to stay at home, and it would be awkward for me to live with Iris and Austin anyway. I don't want to disturb them with my presence. Should we.....tell Iris? Or should we....mmmm....confront Austin? I don't think Iris will believe us though and I know my parents would crucify me for "ruining our family's happiness", I'm......not ready for the fallout,"
"Okay, let's talk to Austin first then, I also don't feel easy to drop such a huge bomb to your sister, maybe we can get my bro back to sense,"
Justin excused himself to go to the bathroom first before leaving the diner. His eyebags were puffy and he said that he didn't feel so well because he was still hungover from the night out. As Justin walked to the bathroom, Eli's eyes glanced around the diner before meeting Nick's devious glimmer and Adam's signature smize as they've been watching the whole interaction from the corner seat within the diner, their hoodies and facial mask gave them cover all this time and they only revealed themselves once Justin entered the bathroom. Both of them nodded to Eli, which Eli responded with a nod of acknowledgement as he gave several minutes of gap before starting to walk into the bathroom. As expected, Justin already laid flat on the tiles of the bathroom so Eli screamed on top of his lungs for help to the rest of the patrons. Nick and Adam, strategically seated near the bathroom, helped Eli to carry Austin back to their car as they then started their drive to Austin's house
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"Yooo.....wh---what? Where am I?" Justin muttered to himself as his eyes squinted to get familiar to his dimmed surrounding.
As more of his senses kicked in, the full picture started to trickle into his brain. Here he is tied to the chair in the basement of Austin's home, the last memory was him going to the bathroom to wash his face and relieve the bloated sensation in his stomach. Now, how on Earth he ended here and where is Eli too?
Hearing some chatter from just right outside the trapdoor that leads to the basement, it's not surprising that several seconds later, the trapdoor is opened and Justin sees Austin standing right on top of the stairs. Austin turned on the harsh head lights of the basement as he the walked down the stairs with no shirts on followed by Adam. Feeling annoyed, Justin instantly barked
"Yo, what the fuck is this shit bro? Is this a prank or something?"
"Oh, you're awake. Guess the Hill's gene really can handle their drinks and their meds huh,"
Justin just stared at Austin weird. Why did he address him like that? The Hill? They are literally the same family. But rather than pondered on that, Austin brushed it aside as he's still seethed with anger. This is the man he looked up to for most of his juvenile years. The perfect older brother. The role model. Yes, Austin is a ladies man but Iris seemed like a nice girl and he's been showing his love to her all this time. Cheating is not like Austin, but his eyes couldn't be wrong about what he saw last night
"Cut the crap. Why the fuck did you sleep with that girl in the very own bed you slept with your wife huh? Who the fuck is that too? Don't you feel ashame? You have a wife!"
"And a kid too coming on the way HAHAHAH! Iris is already carrying mini me's inside of her, y'know? We planned to pop the news later this weekend while you're in town but guess I can let you know a bit earlier than the others. Now Adam, what did I told you about what happened last night?"
"That you suspected a creep to watch you fuck your client in bed. You thought it was that twerp Eli, turns out the CCTV shown that it was your own brother,"
"My naive liar of a stupid brother. How dare you lied to me that you would give me last night free from your presence only to snoop around and peek on my nightly activity? And stop with that glare, you are not intimidating anyone," a gut punch from Austin suddenly followed, which caused Justin to hunch over as the punch takes his breath away.
"You have so much potential, bro. Why waste it on just one girl when you can have as many holes as you want? All those working outs, why devote that to only one worshipper? I mean, Adam here is straight but he wouldn't say no to sniff my pit or blow me, right dude?"
"Fuck you, hahahaha. But yeah, your brother got some delicious musk, Justin, you could have one too if it's genetics. You know what, let me take a sniff and see how close you are to match his,"
The whole scene is ridiculous and clearly intended to get him to react. What the fuck is wrong here? Austin is straight as an arrow, borderline homophobic even, so it's just not fucking possible that he let his closest friend, part of his groomsman even, to do all sorts of crap like this. Is there a possibility that the person right in front of him is actually not his brother? Because even though it seems unlikely and this person physically resembled Austin, this is not the Austin he knows. This is not the older brother he knows.
"Hmmmm.......great Bleu de Chanel there, you know your scent, huh? But it still can't hide the stink in ya, dude, I say you are 75% close to the musk that Austin made. But anyway, enough with the yap, it gets too tight over here,"
And just to add to more confusion and bewilderment that happened in the past 24 hours or so, something protruded out from Adam's back and leg, like another skin that grows out from his form. Justin panicked and tried to direct the attention to the oddity that happened right in front of their very eyes yet no one seemed to bat an eye.
"BRO, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"
Austin didn't bother to answer, not like Justin needs to understand it and not like he will be in control of his own body very soon. It looked like straight from gory body horror drama, with Adam moaning as each limbs appeared from his back. It's a rather pasty and bony limb, one that would not be able to support or even match the intensity of Adam's workout. After a couple more minutes, a very much butt-naked and sweaty Eli released itself free from Adam's form and stands right behind him. He flashes his wicked smile right at Justin before then stared at Austin as if looking for approval
"I think I made my decision. I'm ready," Eli said while grabbing the clear pills for the full merge and chugged it in one go
"Well, he's all yours,"
"Wait---wait---wait----WHAT? HOW THE FUCCCCCUCCCCCKKKKKKKKAENGHHHHHHHHHHH-------"
It's a smooth transitional process as Eli trained before for the possession pills. But the mind merge is really another beast of its own because as if supercharged with steroids, Eli managed to push Justin's essence deep into submission during the onslaught before fully fused itself with Justin's core essence, his life and form as Eli finally comes to an end as the merge completed successfully. During its final moment of surrender and erasure, that was also when Justin's found his closure, as Eli's unfiltered memories broke down everything Justin suspected as reality that the person in the room with him has been taken over by people he's never been aware about. It also revealed that this whole thing has been Austin's orchestration, exactly the trap set up for him by this impostor Austin that already schemed for Eli to takeover Justin's body after the wedding fanfare died down and Eli could just go missing without anyone noticing
It was a good battle of perseverance and entitlement, that seemingly lasted for ages. For the outside world, it only happened in less than a minute of Justin's body writhing, arching and convulsing in his seat, but as soon as it stops, a new controller is clearly in charge of his body judging from the devilishly sneaky smirk it shows and the glimmer in his eyes that screams a sexual deviant is about to be on the loose powered by a body that can support its sexual conquest
As the tightrope eventually loosened, Eli let himself free from it and quickly walked to the closest full-length mirror to admire the hard-work he just went through for this whole takeover. There's no more Eli in the reflection, it only showcases Justin's intense glare and his lean yet powerful built Eli could only dream of to achieve by himself. Lost in the sight, he absent-mindedly flexed his biceps as hard as possible and then take a good look at the way the reflection followed everything to the tee.
That caused him to get aroused as he can sense the swelling in his gym shorts. It's no longer the 3 incher getting it hard to a 5 incher, Justin's flaccid cock literally existing at 6 incher soft and only hardened into a 7.5 inches of girthy monstrosity, which now Eli is in full control off. Licking his lips, he sniffed his own pits and savored the taste of sweat and resistance remained there. The reflection captured all of his lustful depravity as Justin's hand slipped into the shorts as he started pumping the massive weapon now under his ownership. Yet, Austin with his signature cough snapped Eli back to reality and Eli suddenly stopped himself trying to jack himself off to his own reflection
"Not in front of your own big bro, dude. And there's no way the real Justin would jack his dick off in front of Austin, so get yourself together,"
"Eheh, I'm sorry, just too aroused with everything,"
Austin glared at Eli/Justin as he's irritated listening to Eli's tone coming out of his younger brother's mouth. Aware of the situation, Eli/Justin focused to access the memory resided within the brain and quickly come up with much more conviction of Justin's usual speaking pattern and tonality
"Sorry bro, just thinking of what you said about worshipper, fuck, all the girls and the gays in my gym, I could have blown in all their mouths and they would all thank me. Why bother with that one chick?"
"Yeah, that's much more like it," Austin replied with a smirk as he then draped his arm around Justin's shoulder while staring at the mirror too, "just remember, I'm the big brother here, so you follow my lead and do as I say, okay?"
"Okay, big bro,"
"Great, go dress up now, time to hit the gym and see are you as strong as you looked,"
The workout focused on core strength for the day, and Eli really utilized all the energy stored in Justin to hit all the reps till failure, with his best friend/older brother by his side.
And unlike the time where he only did cardio and felt like he's drained, being inside of Justin seemed to give him another set of energy sources that wouldn't be depleted by a mere 45-minute workout
When he finished all of the routine, he feels energetic and actually pumped. The soreness of his muscle feels like a medal he will wear proudly everytime the sensation comes, and just like a medal, it's visible and tangible, this one in the forms of his swollen biceps, striated abs and ever-growing pecs. Not to mention the way this delicious aroma emanated from him, that's the smell of succcess and only owned by people that didn't quit when the going gets tough or the tasks seemed impossible to handle only to overcome it by the end of it. It's rich, potent, and really aroused like-minded people that knows the amount of sacrifices you need to put in order to look this great. The weaks? They go even crazier once it hits them, they know they wouldn't even be able to match such intensity so they would instead worship the ground of the people that poured their blood, sweat and tears to achieve greatness. Losers like Eli and Owen definitely would be the one groveling on the floor, begging for just a crumb of attention from people like Austin and Justin. And he's certain that he's ready to embrace this kind of mindset going forward, he's Justin Hill after all, he got the body and the strength to back-up all his big talk about greatness
Spinoff: Fiancè Needs His Groomsmen Pt. 1
A collaboration with @vindictivenerdcels that reached out to me through his other account, inspired by @thesuitaskin Untouchable Fiancè series
Austin observed Nick from the distance like a hawk eyeing its prey. Every move of Nick's muscle, the dangling cross pendant, the way he grunted with each reps, the strength that body capable to produce, everything filtered through the lens and perspective of his now-wonderfully informed brain when it comes to all things workout and building physique. That is one delicious body to be taken over, he thought to himself as he stopped watching his supposed-best friend like a creep from a hidden point of view in the gym and walked to approach him.
"Hey there bro, you seemed to be in the zone already,"
"Oh hey there dude, you just arrived?Fashionably late today, don't you? The future Mrs. Hill kept you preoccupied?"
"Nah, it was future Mrs. Hill very own bestfriend that kept me longer in bed, it took quite some times to make the beast softened after all," Austin said with a smirk and a gentle grab of his crotch, which caused Nick to deviously grin and playfully punched Austin's arm
"You slick bastard. You know you can ruin that strong girlhood bond if you fuck all of her bestfriend's behind her back," Nick replied with a hint of sarcasm to Iris friend circles
"Well, what do you suggest I do to satiate their sex drive? Introducing my jacked douchebag of a best friend to them as my replacement?"
"Obviously, meathead! That's a start I know you haven't even think about until now. I mean, come on man, as I said it so many times, you gotta stop playing around and start sharing the ladies that hit on you to me or Adam. We have no issues pulling chicks but I'm not gonna say no if you pass me some hot chicks my way. And you, you can focus all your love and attention to Iris and her family,"
"HAHAHAH fuck you, dude! Stop teasing me to talk about that dweeb and his best friend. They disgust me, fuck, you just made me shivered with the thought of those two dweebs probably fucking each other while thinking about me,"
"Yeah dude, that story you shared about them scrolling through your IG sounded like a total nightmare. Fucking pervs,"
"Well, enough yapping. I'm about to hit chest today, so, see you around?"
"You don't need me to spot you? My schedule's free till the evening actually,"
"Nah, just lightweight workout for the day. Iris wanted to check out some vendor later today so I don't want to be pushing too hard,"
"Okay then. Oh yeah, totally forgot. I can do the fitting this Saturday, so you don't need to split my session's and Adam's, my brother postponed his visit,"
"Sweet, will tell Mr. Wendell about it so he can prepare his team for us. See ya later then, dude,"
Yup, all goes very sweetly according to his plan. Hopefully Benji will enjoy his time inside that incredibly jacked form of Nick's older brother, Mike. As for the fitting session.....that's the grand trap that will capture the two oblivious hunk unaware that they are literally like a pair of fish that swims into the net. As he started his set, his mind raced to the possible scene of seeing those jacked bodies of Nick and Adam seized by his best friends instead and how they will fool and toy around with Eli, a hardening meat started to beg to be released from the confine of the cotton briefs as it creates a rather prominent bulge in his pants, which Austin just stared with a smirk as he admired his overall form
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Behind Eli's back, Owen actually used Austin's more flexible time to develop yet another set of pills. If the previous pills helped to jailbreak other people memory by integrating one's form to the neural system of the one taken over, he took it one step further this time. As far as he knows, he's the only one with the power to possess another people. He saw telekinetic, animal mind control, super strength or pyrokinetic folks in the past when his now-dead parents brought him to the "Gifted Meetings", or so they described it, but no one owned the kind of his power per his recollection.
The soul is a very sacred spaces and maybe his desire to have a loving parents caused him to develop such power in the first place, after all his mother was blessed in manifestation and foresight as her power so maybe this possession skill of his is the same kind of power as her manifestation but more directed towards something and definitely more potent due to its focus. The desire to live like others with complete set of family and sheltered from the cruelty of the world led him to have this ability and now, he finally materialized its full potential by staying inside Austin Hill for the past few months, much longer than his previous possession of Mr. Evans, the history teacher back in his highschool or Jamal Brooks, his college wide receiver, that only lasted around a week or two.
For him, the key has been the pills that he still took once per week, but he found the idea of making others experienced the same sensation as him to possess others to be thrilling so he used the profit Austin gained from crypto and stock to fund his exploration to create the possession pills. It sounds to be quite an extraordinary — even impossible — feat to achieve but as if proving his mother's powers, he indeed managed to create the pills as his dreams and just mere flashes of thoughts shown him to whom he should talk to, what ingredients to pick and what kind of steps he should take. The pills finished earlier this month and he's been making calls to some surprised friends that received a very odd phone call from the one and only Austin Hill. The surprise turned into intrigue as he explained his detailed plan to the flabbergasted friends, but of course they agreed to join forces and help Owen/Austin with that kind of reward on the line
Benjamin has been the first to demonstrate the efficacy of the pills. As he posed as a UPS delivery person, he downed the new pill right as he knocked on Mike Moretti's front door.
Not wasting his time, Benji lunged right away at Mike's body as soon as he opened his door and instead of stumbling and falling together to the ground, as planned, Benjamin indeed slipped into Mike's body with ease, the body was so shocked it failed to react appropriately to the invader. Benji, as Mike, quickly ripped open the package he previously brought filled with the memory pills. He grabbed one pill out from the tube and downed it dry in one go, Mike's supplement usage eased him to down the big pill with no help of water whatsoevers.
The metallic bitterness hit instantly, and within seconds, a slow surge ignited behind his eyes. His breath caught. His knees bent slightly—not from weakness, but from the sheer force of the incoming neural flood. Images, names, memories came in waves. Friends. Codes. Muscle memory. How Mike lifted. How he fucked his wife so incredibly to the point of them having their 5th child and would be 6th if she didn't stop him . How he thought. How he ran his business, everything became accessible for Benji as he quickly made the phone call to Austin to confirm the success of the possession
"Well, call your brother then and deliver the news that Angelo is too sick or whatever, make it convincing as fuck and ensure him that he can stay in town and you will come visit the other time, no need to visit you, okay?"
"This is the last time I'm calling you. I don't take orders from anyone, I'm Mike fucking Moretti," he said with a teasing growl
"Yeah, yeah, enjoy that thick Italian sausage, you dweeb. Just do your job and I will not mess up with you,"
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"Where are you going this early? It's Saturday, I'm making breakfast,"
"Not your business, fag, and I'm not eating your soyboy cooking anyway,"
"Hey, that's not nice, and I know where you are going anyway,"
"And so, why do you ask then? I'm not obliged to let you know my errand or who am I going to meet,"
Eli stammered. That sounds like Austin, yes, but there's also this bubbling Owen that seemed to rose to the surface, is Owen frustrated with him? Eli thought
"I--- I just---"
"Anyway, just do the fucking laundry and prepare for Iris to come later. I know you will probably sink your nose to my gym gear before tossing it to the washing machine, just don't let me see you doing that shit when I come back and do wash it clean, will ya? My Alphalete gear smelled ripe because you probably didn't wash it right, thank fuck I'm the face of the brand so I can just request a new set, but I want what I have now to be clean, you hear me?
"O---okay, Austin,"
As Austin entered his car, he called Peter and Ron to prepare themselves as he is on his way to the tailor. Then, as he starts to drive, Adam calls him
"Hey there dude, sorry for such last minute call. I somehow cannot start my car and I'm actually in my family's cabin by the lake, no sane Uber will pick me up over here. Can I postpone my session to next week?"
"I can pick you up," Austin said as he gritted his teeth, slightly pissed off with the situation as his mind already wandered to all the adjustment he needed to do
"Wait--- what? Are you sure? Man, so sorry for the hassle, okay? I promise I will make it up to you, if Mr. Wendell charged you extra, let me pay for it,"
"No worries, I'll handle him. I'll be in your place in around 45 minutes,"
As he takes a sudden U-turn, he sends a voice note to Ron
"I'm picking you up in 10 mins, we're going for a quick road trip,"
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"Dude, that's hella quick, I thought I would have some times to cram in some work before you pick me up. And oh, who's that tailing you?"
"See, told you he forgets you," he said to the dejected Ron that stands behind him as he just swallowed the pill, "Well, he's been called Ron all his life. But he's about to be called Adam soon,"
"Oh.....okay, he has the same name as me?"
"Even better. Now Ron!"
Frozen in his seat as he's left puzzled on what Austin said and the sight of the pale fat fuck that sprinted to his direction, Adam blinked a bit too late as he witnessed the way Ron's obese body seemingly sinking into him. He's left speechless, his mouth opens but he cannot say a thing as the invading force caused him to be practically paralyzed from head to toe. He let out a painful groan as more and more of Ron submerged into him and seemingly aligned his form inside of his much leaner physique. His eyes darted to the smirking Austin that approached him with what seems to be a tube of supplement. Austin takes one out and it glows like a shiny metal. As Ron seemingly take more and more spaces inside of him and started to reach control over his vocal chord, Adam's eyes went wide as he listened to himself chuckling bitterly
"After all the session I taught you back then, fuck you for forgetting me! I'm taking my payment now you meathead!"
He tried to reply to the statement that escaped his mouth, trying to plead sorry as he remembered Ron now as the Math prodigy that helped him survived the mandatory Math classes he should take back then by being his tutor for free, but it's a bit too late as Ron already controlled his nostril too and caused Adam's psyche to panic as he momentarily suffocated in the uncertainty. Soon after, he lost his sight and eventually grip of his own physical form, cornered to his brain that he valiantly tried to protect from the invading force. He witnessed in his subconscience how Ron tried to fit himself to the controlling seat of his body but Ron's massive form failed him to be in the controlling seat as it's already molded to fit the real Adam and the real Adam only. But that's when Adam heard
"Chuck me the pills, I'm fucking ready!"
Adam watched in confusion then as he heard the gulping sound and then a loud, whirring noise and a bright blast hit him very hard. He let out a crackling scream that falls on deaf ear as he's no longer the conscious and soon not even a subsconcious part of his own physique. The noise and the blast also revealed a rather surprising transformation as he witnessed Ron's psyche already shifted to resemble him through and through, no longer fat and totally resembling Adam even to every single detail of his five o'clock shadow.
With a smirk as he stared back at the surprised Adam, his impostor seated himself in the controlling seat of his brain, all connected to the whole nervous system and memory bank that belong to Adam. In the outside world, Austin witnessed live for the first time how his pills take effect in real time and he's more than pleased seeing how seemingly effective the whole thing is. It's not even 5 minutes since the initial takeover, and Adam is already a changed man inside
"Ohh Austin......he really is a goody two shoes per your explanation. So positive, a very prominent advocate for wellness and mental health, a very nice sweet guy. He's a changed man from his college days, but too bad he's a dick to me and to be honest, we can let that rotten former college jock personality out a bit more, don't you think? I'm not building my muscle all this year for nothing,"
"As tempting as it sounds, you better stay in character. We cannot let people suspect a thing for now. Plus, it's too early and you still need to retain control, I'm afraid acting out of the ordinary will make the brain detected something off. It's pills after all, not the same as my power,"
"Uggghhh fine........"
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When they finally arrived back in town, they go straight to the tailor. Hopefully Peter stick to the plan and keep himself hidden from anyone's sight, Austin muttered under his breaty. It's going to be pretty reckless of him to tackle Nick all by himself in such a public setting. Even worse, Pete might be beaten to a pulp by Nick and that's not a sight he wished to see. As they walked in to the shop, Mr. Wendell welcomed them
"Your friend is waiting inside already, I already measured him and he's probably changing his clothes or tried out some things with my assistant Jason,"
Austin and Adam entered the room that Mr. Wendell pointed at and found quite a sight to behold. Nick just finished putting on his white tee but his cock dangled out freely with the blonde, dainty guy presumably to be Jason kneeled right next to it with his face splattered by cum
"Oh, there you two, I'm fucking bored waiting so I called him in and just make him use his hour. You paid him by the hour, right?"
"Nick---"
"Yeah?"
"What the fuck is this? Are you trying to get me blacklisted?"
"Oh calm down will ya. Jason here won't say a word to Mr. Wendell, right? You are not going to make your uncle have a heart attack and also break your parents heart because of your slutty mouth, correct?"
"Y---yes, sir,"
"See, told you. After all, I will not fuck that mouth of his if you're not late, Austin. Now, cum rag, clean up and call your friend to come here, it's fitting time for them," Nick said coldly as he put on the casual dress shirt given by Mr. Wendell for sizing and material options
"Y--yes sir, on it,"
As Jason walks out from the room, Austin quirked his eyebrow
"Pete? Are you there?"
"Who's Pete?"
"Drop it, Pete. It will take quite a tremendous coercion to even make Nick let a fag gets close to his cock, let alone him blowing his load for anything but a chick,"
"Well, guess I do need that mind merge pills after all. Do you bring it with you?"
"How the heck you made it?"
"Him? Oh he's easy as fuck. He was busy listening to this shitty men's right podcast with his earbuds as he exited his car. I just jumped right in from behind, no witness, no camera, no resistance, just a smooth takeover,"
"Oh......that's nice. Wait......did you hear that? Someone's groaning from outside, should we check?"
As the three men walk out from the private fitting room, they are surprised with the sight in front of their eyes as the store blind closed in full so no one from the outside can see the debauchery that happened inside. Mr. Wendell, in all his bonafide DILF glory with his suit tattered on the floor, is getting serviced by his three assistants, Jason, Franco and Dominic. As Mr. Wendell opened his eyes, he makes eye contact with Austin & co. and let out a chuckle while Nick grinned from ear to ear
"What did you do, Nick?" asked Austin rather sternly
"Oh well......about that----"
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Part 2 and (maybe) 3 will be released by @vindictivenerdcels