Von dances in the bathroom as he celebrates the cash he just earned tonight. He just took advantage of that small, weak-looking gay nerd for being so enamored by him that the nerd actually paid $5000 just to talk to him all night. Sure, it was boring as fuck, but for Von, money is money. Being an escort means that you have to put your foot down for anything that disrespects your boundaries. Since he's straight and homophobic, it makes him puke to accompany a gay man, but he makes sure that he's just going to be their escort for the night and nothing more. Anything other than being a company is strictly forbidden for him. Sure, they could cop a feel, but only to his muscles. Von demands that they should respect him for being straight or he will walk. He usually charges $400 per hour since he knows he's a prime meat for any desperate cougars or lonely faggot out there. But tonight, the heaven seemed to smile upon him when he met Fredrick.
Fredrick reached out to him through the app, asking Von if he could accompany the gay nerd to a highschool reunion, and pretend to be his boyfriend. At first, Von doesn't want to accept it at first since his identity as a high-end escort is too good just to be a pretend boyfriend for the night. He secretly laughed when he read the message but decided to humor the faggot a little bit. Von said that Frederick should provide him with a script to follow about their fake relationship, clothes to wear for the event, and cover expenses for his travel along with a rate of $1000 per hour since it will take an effort to pretend like that. Von's eyes bulged when Fredrick immediately agreed on the terms and asked for Von's sizes and address. Von, who was too caught up in the moment, hesitantly agreed after making sure that no sexual activity can happen other than kisses for show. Fredrick accepted the second condition which irrated Von a little bit.
Earlier tonight, Von arrived at the hotel room that Fredrick pmhas reserved for him and see the suit prepared on top of the bed. Von just took a deep breath as he internalized his role for the night while getting. At exactly 7 pm, Von saw a black limo pulling into the driveway for him. Inside, he saw Fredrick for the first time and realized why the faggot was willing to go through great lengths just to have Von. The guy looks around 5'2", thick rimmed glasses, thin as a stick, and has this look of an injured puppy in his eyes. Von saw an opportunity as he raised his rate from $1000 up to $1500. Fredrick tried to say something but Von reasons out that the reunion is just a 2-hour event and he won't get properly compensated for that short time. Fredrick reluctantly agreed again as they start heading to the venue.
All throughout the drive, Fredrick just kept on talking and talking about his personal since he wanted Von to be an expert about him in order to play the role of the perfect, doting boyfriend. Von just rolls his eyes as Fredrick spoke that Von needed to be chill and look relaxed so that no one would suspect his identity. As they arrive, Fredrick continued to talk Von's ears off as they settle in a corner table. Von thought about how posing as Fredrick's boyfriend is such a waste of time since no one even talked to the faggot. The two of them are like wallflowers as Fredrick just kept on droning about being chill and letting him do the thinking. Von wanted to just bounce from this shit hole but he felt a little guilty for abandoning the faggot who already spent too much on him.
Suddenly, Von snaps awake when Fredrick tapped on his shoulder, saying that they're back at the hotel and the reunion is over. Von looked at his sterling silver watch and saw that 2 hours have already passed. Fredrick handed the $5000 in cash into Von's hands as it made him so fucking happy that he even got a tip. Von immediately head back into his room as he really wanted to take a shower before sleeping. As he entered his room, he stripped naked before picking up his phone from his pants, joining into a Skype call, turning on the front camera on his phone, and head straight into the shower. Von dances will enthusiasm and glee as he feels like he hit a jackpot today. He earned so much without needing to decline his client's offer for sex. As he dries his body with a soft towel, Von swears that he thinks he heard someone telling him to go to bed, jerk his cock, and don't cum until he was allowed to. But just as the thought surfaces in his mind, he immediately dismisses it and head out of the bathroom while whistling. He didn't even bother to cover himself or to dry his hair. He just flops down on the bed, start jerking his cock with his right hand, while his left hand holds his phone so that it's seeing him jerking himself.
After some time, Von feels that he should be cumming by now but can't seem to be able to. So he just continues masturbating his cock as it gets pleasurable by each second. Von didn't even bother to turn his head when the door to his room opens and locks closed. Von looks up to his phone as he sees that he's the only one left in the Skype call. He ends the call and places his phone on the bedside table on his left. He lets go of his cock as he pants his breath while laying on his back on the bed like a starfish. Then, Von feels something ribbed and tight fucking itself on his magnificent 10-inch long and 7-inch thick cock. Von just throws his head back on the pillow as he rocks his hips up and down to meet the engulfing tightness. Von's eyes shoot open when he learns that he can cum now, but cumming will make him aware of what's really happening. With a night roar, Von let's out his load and every drop of sperm residing in his balls. Von then realizes that he just breeders Fredrick. He slowly focuses his gaze on Fredrick on top of him as he feels his chest starts beating so hard and so fast.
"Fuck, baby. You all of me so well. I love you so fucking much, baby. Can I just stay as your trophy kept stud?" Von asks Fredrick as the smaller man leans forward to kiss him on the lips, and pulling away after a minute of French kissing.
"Well, of course you can, babe. You know that I would do anything for you right?" Fredrick responds, making Von swell with love and pride as he pulls Fredrick so that the smaller man will fall on top of him and he can piston Fredrick's ass like he would always do.
He was so surprised when I just climbed into his truck and smiled at him. I asked him to show off his torso at me and he confusingly did. In his mind, I can feel his thoughts struggling with questioning why he's doing as I ask and wanting to beat the shit out of me for getting inside his precious truck.
As he opens his shirt, he looks at me and tries to speak out his increasing confusion. But before he could even speak, I reach out and grab his massive, hairy pecs as I knead them with both my hands. He just looks at me hands as he groans then back at me.
"You must be so confused now, Pete. Why am I letting a faggot touch me like this? Why did I let him climb into my truck? Why am I just sitting here as this faggot violates me? Trust me, I would be as confused as you is someone did this to me. But now that I'm here, I also want you to enjoy this. Let's make that happen, shall we? From now on, your nipples will be so sensitive that whatever I do to your nipples will be felt by your cock. You love it when someone like me plays with your pecs like this. You love to be worshipped. You love that your hard-earned muscles are being appreciated by a small, weak-looking, gay boy like me. It makes you feel proud, strong, and confident. It makes you feel horny." I say to him as my words replace any conflicting thoughts running in his head.
Pete's expression instantly changes in accordance to the new thoughts swimming in his head. He throws his head back and close his eyes as he lets out a deep, gutteral groan. I smirk as I climb on to Pete's lap and straddle him. I hug him as I lean down to start sucking on his hairy, sweaty nipples. Pete just groan and growl like a dog in heat as I turn him on even more. I pull away for a second as Pete looks down at me. His mind is empty, and his body is chasing the stimulation.
"Start driving, Pete. I heard from the other truckers that you're headed to Texas. I need a ride and you look like someone who's been denied of pleasure for quite some time now. You will focus on the road while I make you feel so good." I say to Pete as he just responds by turning on his truck and start driving. I latch onto his nipples as I treat my driver a reward for taking me as his passenger. In Pete's mind, not a single thought runs on its own other than the ones I give him. Once we got to Texas, I'll make Pete cum so hard that it will leave an imprint of my magic in his mind and body in case I ever needed him again.
I smile as he stands up and shows off his thick thighs at me. To be honest, I almost given up when I felt his mind filled with so much filth with women. But luckily, this bastard is too stubborn to say that he's feeling something wrong, that he refuses to get the fuck out of the sauna just because a small, weak-looking, gay nerd walks in. He's too stubborn to admit that his thoughts of hot, thick-ass women were suddenly being replaced by naked picture of the small nerd in front of him. He just shakes his head, wipe his body, and focus on lasting longer that his record. Me, I'm just going to stay here until I get what I want.
He lets go of the towel as it covers his thighs again. He walks up to me as he looks straight into my eyes. I just stare back at him, smirking as I see his cock begining to tent from his towel. I lick my lips at its length and girth as I look back into his eyes.
"Is that for me, stud?" I ask with the biggest smirk on my face.
"I...I need to fuck you. Now." He demands as his breathing is starting to get heavier.
"But we're in a public place, stud. Someone might see a straight, homophobic, asshole like you fucking a faggot like me in here. I heard you talking about how you beaten up a faggot last night because he tried to flirt with you. What a shame if you would be caught by your friends with another faggot like me right now. What would they say?" I sarcastically say to the hunk as he keeps his eyes glued to mine.
"Horny...Need to fuck...Now." He replied as he slowly let his towel drop into the wooden floor.
"Well, how can I say no?" I grin widely as I let go of my towel too, get on all fours, and present my tight, puckering asshole to the hunk.
His hands immediately grabs my ass cheeks, parts it like the Red Sea, and start thrusting into my ass as if he it's the last ass he's going to fuck. The hunk starts growling and howling in pleasure like a mad dog as he pounds my ass so fiercely and so deeply. His grunts and growls were heard by his friends outside the sauna which caught their attention and curiosity to see what's going on. I just keep my leash inside the hunk's mind secure as I continue to flood his body with arousal to keep his conscious mind blanked out.
The moment that the door was open, his friends were all disgusted seeing their straight, homophobic, Alpha-male friend fucking a random faggot inside the sauna. They start insulting the hunk for being a closeted faggot and deceiving them, but he just keeps on fucking me. I even made him turn his head to his friends and give them a dopey smile, infuriating them even more. His friends walks out of the sauna to report him to the owner. In order to seal the deal, I snap my fingers as I made the hunk orgasm inside my ass and drain every cum right out of his balls. The hunk lets out a loud moan as he falls on his ass on the sauna floor. I slowly stand up in front of him as I give him one last kiss.
"Don't worry, big guy, once someone touch you, they'll also cum their brains out. You, along with anyone you infect tonight, will only wake up tomorrow morning once you're all done fucking each other. Take it as a punishment for putting my friend in a coma, you homophobic prick." I say to the hunk as I spit on his face and place my final spell on him.
"You could just tell him that you're not into men, you could just drive him away and he would listen. He would never push himself on you if he knew you're not gay. But you and your friends drunkenly decided to hang around a gay bar and got angry when a gay man approached you. You and your friends drag him into an alley and beat the crap out of him. So I want you to remember this when you wake up tomorrow. If my friend doesn't make it through, I will come for you and your friends, and y'all become my new friends."
I let the hunk pass out on the sauna floor as I vanish into thin air. Once someone touches him, he will awaken and immediately start fucking anyone around him. I hope he fuck all his friends tonight. That will give me so much entertainment for a week.
He doesn't need to look at me, my voice is enough to make him get insanely horny and show off his body for me. His girlfriend is too busy taking selfies with her girlfriends by the shore. She won't even notice that Max will be gone.
"That's enough, Max. You should come with me. It will be so exciting. You love partying and we're going to party with all the hot men I ensnared today." I say to Max as he puts down his arms and slowly turn his head at me.
"Huh? Yeah, I like partying. But I love sexy women, bro. A party with just men is a sausage party. That's not my scene." Max responds as his mind is trying to struggle my influence and return to its normal state of independence.
"Since when did you like girls, Max? You told me that you hate how fishy their pussies smell. That you would rather eat a sweaty, musky ass of a twink than a wet, foul-smelling pussy." I say to Max as I use his sex addiction against him.
"I said that? Bro, I'm all for a tight, deep pussy. My girlfriend is t-" Max tries to argue as I cut him off.
"Your girlfriend is a teasing bitch how loved to torment and deny you if what you deserve. That's why you came to me, that's why you prefer me over her right? You just came with her here so you can ditch her saggy ass as a revenge for her blue balling you all the time." I say to Max as his mind starts to spin the same story I'm telling him.
"She did that to me?"
"Well, that's what you told me. I just don't want you to spend any more time wasting on a bitch like her. You deserve to be free, to be able to fuck when you need to fuck, and to be satisfied the way a king like you deserves."
"Yeah, I want to fuck when I'm horny. And I'm so horny right now."
"The horniest you've been actually. You asked me to come and meet you here so we can ditch your girlfriend. You said that I should rent a room nearby so you can finally breed my guts with your massive load." I say to Max as I finally touch his thigh and caress him.
He didn't flinch. He looks down at my hand and then back staring into my eyes. He looks hungry, horny beyond belief. I can feel the heat radiating from his body now.
"And you'll let me fuck you any way I like? For as long as I need? I don't even know you, bro." Max is still trying to question me, but his body language shows how malleable his mind is becoming.
"That's why you have me, right? To be the cum dump you always dreamt of having. Unlike that tease of a girlfriend you had, my ass is always open for you, handsome. I get that you you're saying that you're straight or you don't want kissing me because it makes you gay, but that's alright with me, babe. I prefer a strong man plowing me like a dry land after all." I continue talking as I finally place my hand over his tenting cock and give it a tight squeeze, making Max grunt at me.
"You talk to much, slut. Come on then, the fuck are you waiting for?" Max says as he stands up, pats the sand off his skin, and starts walking away.
I grin as I stand up and run to follow my stud for the night. I keep my power in a steady stream as I walk beside Max. I just need him to remain horny and eager so that his personality won't resurface until I'm done with him. I can already smell his potent seed just by standing near him. Once I dried his balls dry, his sperm would sustain me until the end of next week. What can I say, twink's got to eat.
I’m so glad you returned to this blog again after the year long hiatus! Not to rush or pressure you but do you plan to continue the wishful plea series? It’s the hottest I’ve ever read
I'll try to continue for the meantime. I'm currently on my work break so I figured I should release some stories I buried in my drafts 😅 I actually thought this blog have already been forgetten since I scroll in the app occasionally but I'm happy that some are still reading my work 🥰
Harper leans on his locker as he catches his breath. His whole body is screaming from pain and exhaustion after working out for 4 hours straight. He doesn't know what to do anymore. It all started when he put on these damn earbuds.
"Please, make this stop. I can't go on another workout anymore. I feel like my body is slowly breaking down." Harper huffs as he tries to beg to which the voice responds with laughter in his earbuds.
Harper feels like the voice is familiar, like someone he knows but couldn't put a pin on the name or a face. The voice sounds like a teenage boy, probably in his puberty since his voice keeps cracking. Harper's whole body is shaking from the most extreme workout he ever had. His vision is getting blurry and he feels like he's about to puke. That's when the voice stops laughing and clears his throat.
"Relax, you are fine. You feel amazing, it was the greatest workout you ever had. You feel so energized and strong as if you can fuck all night and lift weights thrice your size. You are calm and you will stand properly. You want to walk over to that wall mirror and look at yourself. You're such a handsome hunk, Harper." The voice says in a velvety adolescent tone.
As if with magic, Harper suddenly felt like his body is lighter than air. All the fatigue he felt suddenly dissappears as his eyes were directed to the wall mirror in the locker. Harper found himself slowly walking to the mirror and stop in front of it. Looking at his reflection, Harper sees his face flash his signature flirty smirk. He knows he doesn't want to smirk like that but somehow he's doing it. He wants to go home and sleep, but he just continue looking at his reflection at he flirts with himself.
"Such a handsome hunk you are, Harper. Magnificent body, handsome face, and massive cock. You have it all. Everyone is so lucky to know you. Your presence lights up any place. You're such a good lay." The voice continues as Harper feels like he wants to vomit upon hearing those cheesy compliments.
But contrary to what he feels, he sees himself flexing in the mirror. His body is moving on its own at it flaunts and flexes his impressive physique while shooting seductive looks at himself. He suddenly feels a little lightheaded as he then realize that what the voice said is true. He is a hunk. He looks so good right now, looking all studly and sweaty. He can feel his cock slowly growing in his underwear as he continues to seduce himself in the mirror.
"That's it, Harper. You're a force or nature, fucking every ass that's big enough for your fat, long cock. You're a fucking top! You must own it. Go ahead and find a submissive bottom for you to dominate. Maybe that new guy you always bully in your office. Russel will definitely submit to you if you ask him." The voice whispers into Harper's mind as he suddenly stops flexing.
Harper thinks that he's not gay. He hates faggots. Why would he let any faggot touch a god like him. He's too good for a submissive bottom. His body is for the ladies only. He will fuck any pussy he wants, when he wants, where he wants. No women alive will say no to him. He's just that good.
"Women cheat, Harper. They will play innocent and then leave you for another man. Submissive bottoms won't. They will serve you whenever, wherever you want. Offer their tight asses for you to fuck as you please. All you need to do is to claim them and love them with all your heart, and they'll be yours forever." The voice offers to Harper as his grin gets bigger at the thought of having a willing ass to fuck forever.
The voice is right. Harper doesn't wants a cheap slut that will leave him for another hunk. He wants someone who will offer themselves to him because he deserves it. Harper remembers who his co-worker, Russel, always appears nervous and intimidated by him every time they pass by each other. He could be a good submissive bottom. He could train Russel to take his cock properly. He would have Russel exclusively for himself. Just him and Russel, fucking all the time. But Harper's not gay, he's not a faggot, and only a faggot fucks a faggot.
"It doesn't matter what it's called, Harper. Imagine, an ass that's totally dedicated to you alone. No more fear that it will go away someday for another. No more fear of having your trust broken by a horny slut. Just take care of Russel, and he will love you with all his being. Yes, Russel is a faggot, but he is your faggot, and you're his top." The voice explains to Harper as he finally understands.
He is Russel's top. He must go to Russel and claim him. He loves Russel. Russel won't chest on him. Russel's ass is all for him. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes.
With a satisfied smile, Russel zips down his pants and pulls out his cock. He starts jerking off as he reads the looping message on his laptop screen. This is it. He finally got what he wish for. All he needs to do is wait for Harper to claim him. If Russel would want to change some behavior or some part of Harper that he won't like in the future, he can just use his app and mold his crush into his desired stud.
I wake up to the smell of sex and sweat filling up my nose. I stand up and admire my view. My asshole boss laying perfectly still on my bed just like I asked him to before we went to sleep. I bite my lips as I recall how much he cummed into my asshole last night when he was fucking the shit out of me. I never thought that I'll be able to take his cock for a ride, but after I messed up with one of our deliveries and accidentally spilled its contents on the floor, I discovered that it was a sentient alien blob.
As I made contact with a blob, I lost consciousness as I felt it spreading its influence all over my body like thick, musky goo. I then woke up on a couch inside my boss's office, naked and full of cum. I looked around the room and all my co-workers are standing naked, their eyes distant and their faces blank. I saw my boss, sitting on his chair, Bianca sitting and moaning on his lap, smiling at me while his finger plays with Bianca's pussy like whack-a-mole. He pulls out his finger from Bianca's pussy as she stopped moaning, slowly stood up, and joined the rest of my co-workers in line.
"I must thank you, Paris. My progenitor planned for me to be mailed to the huge oil company down south, but your clumsiness caused me to settle here instead. Though I think that this is a blessing in disguise since I can be in service to my progenitor more efficiently now. I'll make sure to spread my fellow progenies in the four corners of the whole." Mr. Fabbri said as he stood up, his dick throbbing in the air, and sat down beside me.
It didn't take long for me to piece out what was going on. Whatever that thing that came out of the package, it was alive and it has intelligence. I looked around and saw all my co-workers standing like statues, perfectly still and the only proof I have that they were all still alive and how their chests were heaving up and down. I looked at my boss and took a gulp before I asked what was bugging me.
"Why am I awake, Mr. Fabbri? Or can I still call you Mr. Fabbri? What ever you may be, why am I not the same as my co-workers?" I simply asked Mr. Fabrri, or whoever was in his body right now. For some reason, I wasn't afraid. Sure I was confused and clueless about a lot of things at that time, but not once did I feel scared. Mr. Fabrri grinned as he stood up, started putting his clothes, and looked back at me.
"Let's talk about it over coffee, okay? Hey! Everyone, put back your clothes and resume daily operations. Act like you would normally do but always be ready if I have something for you to do. That's all." Mr. Fabrri said out loud as my co-workers started picking up their clothes from the floor and exited the office one by one.
As I put back my clothes, I followed Mr. Fabrri outside as he led me into his car and drove to a nearby cafe. As he drove in silence, I felt my heart pounded on my chest while my stomach churned. I looked at Mr. Fabrri and he has this smirk on his face as he continues to drive. As we got to the cafe, we sat down at an outside table as he ordered for the two of us. I looked at him, waiting for an answer as he finally acknowledged me.
"First of all, call me Jethro. We as a species don't have a concept of individuality since we are all one with the progenitor. Since I'm assuming the identity of your boss, you should address me as such. Second, to answer your question of why you're awake, let's just say that I had taken a personal liking to you. After you touched me and I was able to use your body, I learned what makes you tick. This shit we do is your fucking fantasy. I asked my progenitor if I could keep you, maybe as a pet and it approved. We believe that you can help us spread our influence much better and we are no stranger into taking humans as our accomplice. If you're obedient, I might even reward you." Jethro said as he tilts his sunglasses down so that he could give me a wink.
I can feel my dick chubbing up inside my pants. I do fantasize about aliens taking over the world. I even wrote countless fanfics about it in my blog. I felt my face blushed as I could feel Jethro's gaze directed at me. I wanted to ask him and learn about his species more but now, I actually felt scared, but the good kind of scared, you know. Like the kind of scare you feel before eating the food you craved for a whole week, or like the scare you feel while in line at the rollercoaster.
"Come on now, Paris. You don't have to ask. We can read your mind. I was inside you before I took over your boss here, remember? Your thoughts are now linked to the progenitor and I will say, we won't be spilling our secrets to you. Just help us spread our kind and provide us with suitable, powerful hosts. If you do well enough, I will let you keep one of my vessels of your choosing. Do we have a deal, Paris?" Jethro said as he offered his hand at me.
Without insisting any further, I shook his hand and our little arrangement had been formed. I, as a delivery man now, would scout the neighborhood for any worthy men. Once I got their information and schedule, Jethro would task someone of going to the target and have them join our ever growing network of human hosts.
After just a year of working with them, the progenitor finally rewarded me. The original slime blob living inside Jethro transferred into another body and continue spear heading the operation. Meanwhile, Jethro was given to me by the progenitor to be my personal slave. It filled Jethro's body with its progeny and assigned it specifically to me. The progeny would do everything I tell it to do, take over anyone I asked it to, and allow me to control my own network of puppets.
I can still feel the original progenitor inside my mind, monitoring me just so that I don't go overboard with the takeovers. Of course, any human that's already under their control is off limits, but that's fine with me. I let the progeny assigned to me take the identity of Jethro, and reside inside his body as its main host. For now, I'm satisfied with having only him as my puppet. But who knows? Maybe someone will strike my fancy one day.
Stanley sits up from my bed as he slowly gets his bearings back after he just pounded my ass for the past 3 hours without any break. I watch his huge, muscular back flexing as he lets out a deep sigh before standing up. I turn to my side as I admire his manly build. That ass makes me all horned up again, as if I didn't just came multiple times already. As he starts to walk away from my bed, I grin as I notice the string of goo coming out from his right ear.
"Stanley, where's your master?" I ask him as he turns his head and looks down at me with a stoic face.
"Look down, faggot. Master's licking me clean." Stanley replies as he turns around and shows me his long and thick cock bobbing in the air.
I grin widely as I see my slime friend covering the entirety of Stanley's cock like a thin, plastic condom. My slime friend circles and squeezes Stanley's cock as if it's trying to milk out every drop of cum out of the hunk. I can hear a low but deep grunting sound coming from Stanley as he stands still while the slime feeds off his cock.
I sit up on my bed as I extend my hand and gesture for Stanley to come closer. He grunts before he gets close to me, and lets me fondle his huge, hung balls while my slime friend continues to squeeze his cock like a cock pump, absorbing every drop of cum.
"You've been a good host, Stanley. You've provided my slime friend with so much pure, undiluted sperm, top notch stuff base on its taste. But we need more. My friend need much more cum than what you can provide. You said that your son was coming home today for the holidays, right?" I ask Stanley as he looks down at me before grunting.
"Yeah, Stanley Junior will be visiting me. After I divorced my ex-wife as Master requested, Junior wants to talk to me about what happened. He'll be here just for a week. He can't stay for too long or else he'll be fired." Stanley grunts in response as my slime friend empties his balls and retreat back into his ear to rest.
"I know, I know, he's a cop, someone will notice if he's gone for too long. But how can my friend and I pass on the opportunity to hijack a studly cop like your son? Surely a hunk like you must have breed another hunk, right? My friend will just turn him into another host, and maybe, we can all go along with him back into the city. Just imagine how many cop will be cumming their brains out when my friend turned them all into willing puppets, like you." I said to Stanley as I grab his cock and stroke it back to life. He grunts at me, staring daggers while his hips thrusts his cock into my hand.
"I'm going to kill you, faggot. Enjoy this while Master is letting you. If Master gives me a chance, I'll pound my fist into your ass and mouth and play you like a fucking accordion." Stanley spats at me as I grin back at him.
I always love how my slime friend lets its puppet retain their personalities and their sense of awareness all while binding their bodies to be obedient, loyal puppets. They're all trapped and helpless as I use them just as my slime friend and I agreed on. I find the most obnoxious, most brutal, most aggressive, homophobic men and my slime friend turns them into puppets for sustenance. I get to torment them, and my friend feeds on them. Win-win.
"Too bad for you, too good for me. Now, be a doll, and eat my ass. You fucked me up so good last night my hole got all loose and sore. Lick it until it closes up again." I grin at Stanley as he slowly kneels in front of me with a look that can kill. He lifts my legs and rests them on his shoulder before I feel his thick, long, hateful tongue brushing my hole with so much tenderness. I just lay my back on the bed as I start moaning.
I've been watching him the whole day from a distance, here in the gym. Something about how his boyish look looks so insane in contrast to his huge, muscular body. Every time I hear him grunt or groan from doing a set of his workouts, I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my dick throbbing inside my sweatpants. If anyone would be my first subject, this guy is the best subject right here in the gym.
I maintain my distance from him, careful not to give him any reason to be suspicious of my presence. Anxiety, stress, and fear slows down the effect of my gift. Good thing that people tend to feel energized and pumped up after a good workout. So I bid my time, do some time with the treadmill and the Jacob's ladder step machine while keeping tabs on my target. After 2 hours of pushing his body to its limits, my man throws in the towel over his shoulder, high-fives his spotter, and goes into the locker room.
I give him a few minutes before I follow him into the locker as to not be suspicious. There are only a few men at the gym today so it's not hard for me to figure that my man is inside the stall where the shower is running. I place my hand over my crotch to hide my raging boner poking a hole through my sweatpants. If someone sees a short, skinny, and lightweight man like me, hanging around the locker room with a raging boner, people might figure out what I'm up to. But who am I kidding? Magic has become part of pop culture and people treat it as a fantasy rather than a lost art.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my man opening the stall door and coming out from his cold shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He hums a popular song about meeting up in an apartment as he light bangs his head in tune and walks past me. My man didn't even give a dime about how I looked at him as he got out of the shower until he reached his locker. As he casually puts his underwear, I slowly walk up behind him and extend my hand until I'm touching his muscular back.
Before my man can react, I shoot out my newly weaved spell into his spine. His whole body froze up as he dropped his underwear that he was holding. His arms fall to his side as I can feel him tensing his body, struggling to fight off the invading threads of my spell spreading its influence and control all over his body. I wait for a couple of minutes before removing my hand from his back. My man's posture adjusts as he slowly turns at me with a confused and angry look on his face.
If my formula is correct, my spell should be able to piggyback on the subject's confidence and pride to bring out their innate need for approval and validation of their magnificent self. My spell will then increase their agreeableness ten folds and direct it towards me. Every compliment I give will make them feel so good since they will genuinely believe me and slowly make them feel the constant need for my recognition. Before he could say anything, I introduced myself to my man, and gave him his first test.
"We're cool, you like it when I touch you like that. In fact, you want to show off in front of me so that I'll touch your body even more." I calmly say to my man as he raises his left eye brow and pouts his lips just a little.
"Oh yeah, so how do you feel about this? Want to touch these guns?" He jokingly says as he raises both of his arms in front of me and mimics some bodybuilder poses that he knows will accentuate the triceps and biceps that he worked so hard for.
"Aren't they beautiful? You can touch them if you like, I won't mind." My man invites me as he gives me a sultry look while pouting his lips seductively.
He looks so proud of himself right now, a good indicator that my spell is working as intended. I proceed to get closer to my man as I start touching his bulging arms, making him sigh proudly as I caress every curvature and depression of his arms like a piece of sculpted art. I look at my man's eyes as he stares confidently back at me.
"Tell me your full name, age, ethnicity, height, weight, foot size, sexual orientation, current romantic relationship, hobbies, and sports you play." I calmly ask my man as he chuckles at my sudden requests, enjoying the attention as I explore his torso nest.
"Name's Brad Thomas Thompson, but most people call me Big Brad. I'm 25 years old, Causasian. I stand at 6'8" and weigh around 260 pounds, mostly muscle. My shoe size is 14, if you were wondering," Brad says with a wink while his large hand finds your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he continues.
"Sexually, I've always identified as straight, fucked a bunch of sluts, but not planning to be tied down for now. As for hobbies, I love football, working out, and... well, Football!" Brad finishes with a big grin on his face as I continue to let my hands wander all over his pillowy, meaty pecs.
"Oh, I'm also 25! I'm Cleto, by the way. Nice to meet you, Big Brad. You look so handsome and manly up close. And gosh, you smell so musky even after a shower. Such a man." I purr as I plan to stoke his ego even more, giving my spell inside his body a boost as it piggybacks on his confidence and pride.
"Oh Cleto... I'm a man, alright. I don't usually talk like this to fags like you, but damn twink, you just know how to catch my attention." Brad's grin grows widely as he towers over me, places his right hand on my shoulder, and flexes his left arm to let me get a whiff of his musk.
I just smirk back at Brad. The first part of my spell is a success. The subject's usual inhibitions and reservations crumbles as my spell skyrockets their confidence to an insane degree, one where they will do anything that feels right in the moment without thinking too much about. Now that's done, let's see if Big Brad here will pass his second and last test.
"it's been nice talking to you, Big Brad. See you again some time." I just said my goodbye as I turned around and walked away.
I walk to my locker and gather my things as I can feel Big Brad doing the same. He would occasionally sneak a peak at me before he continues packing up with a smile. As I walk out of the locker and out of the gym. I can feel the presence of my spell close by, knowing that Big Brad is still checking me out. I get into my car and let out a sigh, smiling as this will be the hardest part of the test. I just hope that it will be as rewarding as I hoped it would be.
For the next few days, whenever I go to the gym, I would see Big Brad pumping the heaviest weight he can manage and letting out loud groans as he works out. I will just focus on doing my stretches and cardio since my goal is to stay slim and not build up heavy muscles. I like being petite so cardio will be fine. While doing my workouts, Big Brad will occasionally walk up to me, talk to me about how he's pushing his body to its limits, and how pumped up he was that day. I would smile and compliment him all the time, as we walked into the locker room and got changed.
After two weeks of repeated cycles, I notice that Big Brad is acting so differently today. The moment I walk into the gym, I just see him standing there at the front desk. I notice him fiddling with his wavy hair, checking his face on his phone, and even smelling his breath for some reason. I flash a smile on my face as I walk up to the front desk to sign in.
"Hey, Big Brad! Are you working for the gym now?" I ask as I write on the sign in form.
"Nah, just manning the fort while Jeeves take a leak. In for your daily cardio?" He asks as he immediately hovers in front of me while I write down my details.
"Yeah! I easily gain weight when I'm not moving around." I causally reply as I look up and see him brightly smiling at me.
"Oh yeah? I know a lot of weight loss exercises that you can do to lose weight and build mass at the same time." Brad offers, with a smirk plastered on his face.
"I like being petite, so I have to pass." I said as I walked away from the front desk and headed to the locker room to put my bag.
As I finish putting in my stuff, I pull out my Bluetooth headphones and start playing my favorite workout tunes. I check my phone for any notification before I lock my locker and turn around. I suddenly bumped into Brad as I didn't notice him standing behind me. He reached out to my headphones and yanked it off my ears. He's staring at me with a darkened gaze and with a smug smirk.
"Didn't know you're into harassing weaker men, Big Brad. I guess I just thought better from you." I chuckle, trying to dismiss his sudden assertiveness.
"Yeah, not harassing, more like taking what I deserve. You didn't even notice my haircut, Cleto. I was hurt you didn't compliment me. I thought that you of all people would notice if I change my hair since you see me everyday. I believe you owe me." Brad says, his voice deep and dripping with something else while his eyes are expecting.
I look around the locker room and it seems that Brad and I are alone. I just realized that I haven't seen anyone working out when I walked in. I look up to Brad as I fake a nervous laugh.
"Oh, right! Your hair looks a little different than usual, Big Brad. It looks good on you. Say, where's everyone, by the way?" I ask as I feel Brad getting closer to me.
"Jeeves wants to close the gym early because he has a party to go to. I asked him if I could stay for a little while since you haven't arrived yet. I know you always arrive at the same time so I said to Jeeves that I can hold the fort just until you come in. He actually teased me that I'm smitten, you know? I've never been like this with anyone else." Brad explains as he slowly inches closer to me, until he's so close that I can feel the heat coming out of his body. His eyes are looking down at me, hungry and expecting.
"Big Brad, are you saying that you like me?"
"Don't be naive, Cleto. I know what you're doing these past couple of days. I know you like me, and I mean, who wouldn't. It might have taken me this long to consider the possibility of being with a gay twink like you. Take it as a favor from me that I'm actually talking to you right now, alone, and I waited for you to come in." Brad placed his huge, calloused hand in my shoulder as he forced me to sit down on the beach behind me.
I smile at Brad. He just passed my second test. Since confidence is already high enough, he's willing to do anything he feels like doing at the moment. Right now, he craves my approval and willingly stays in the gym until I come in. But after everything didn't play out as he planned, he tossed aside his ego and talked to me, thinking that he could get my approval by approaching me like this. Now's the time to turn this around to my advantage.
"Well, it's true that I like you, Big Brad. But I don't think you're right for me. I don't think I'll be a great partner for you. Again, I appreciate your effort and gesture, but I have to reject your advances." I plainly say to Brad, which made his lips twitch and his eyebrow squint.
"Cleto, I don't think you understand what I'm offering here. You will be MY boyfriend. Look at me. Do you think I casually offer myself to any faggot beside you? I'm the whole package, baby, who wouldn't want to be with me?" Brad confidently states as he places his foot on the beach, trying to intimidate me.
"Well, apparently me. Look, Big Brad. You're a great guy. Like I said when I first saw you, you're so manly and handsome. Those are great attributes for a man to have. You can be with anyone who likes those types. But for me, I think my presence in your life will give you nothing new. You offer everything on the table and I don't have anything else to give in return." I look into Brad's eyes as I can see his confusion.
"What are you talking about? You like me, you should be over the moon that I'm being this close to you." Brad scoffs at my words.
"Well, I understand you're confused, Big Brad. What I'm saying is that, you're offering yourself to be my boyfriend, but what can I offer to you in return? You have everything you need with yourself. You don't need me after all."
Brad appears to be clearly taken by my question that he starts questioning his actions. My spells inside him body allowed me to hear his conflicting thoughts. Why does he like me? What do I have that makes him want me? What is so special about a short, weak twink like me? What compels him throw himself like this to a lowly faggot when he knows he's straight? In a flash, my spell inside his mind and body works its use and starts realigning his thoughts. Brad's mouth opens without him realizing it.
"You know how to make me feel good just by talking to me. I can push with my workouts so hard because I know you'll like my body. I want to look good for you. I want... I want to be good for you." Brad finds himself saying as his eyes widen and his breath hitches.
I smile as my spell completes its purpose. I slowly walk up to Brad as I look straight into his eyes. I reach up to touch his handsome face as he finds his head tilting sideways and rubbing on my palm. His eyes tell me that he has no idea what's happening right now, but he feels so good after saying all of that.
"I see. I think I get it now, Big Brad. You want to be mine, yes? You want to be my good boy." I softly say, the effect on Brad instantly becomes evident.
I see his Adam's apple going up and down as he swallows his spits. He exhales as the air coming out of his mouth vibrates intensely. His eyes are already telling me what I need to know. His head slowly nods as he closes his eyes and starts rubbing his face against my palm harder. I can feel his whole body trembling from the need that now becomes obviously hard to ignore.
"Very well, close the gym before we go. You have a car, right? Let's meet in the parking lot." I purr as I slowly walk away from Brad and let him do what he needs to do.
I view confidence as the driving force in humans. The feeling that pushes them forward and lets them accomplish almost everything. Pride, on the other hand, is how a person sees himself. The idea of who he is, how he thinks, how he acts, and how he interacts. My spell uses these two human concepts and floods the subject's mind and body with it until they snap. Once they do, my spell will override these concepts and replace them with one single thought, me.
It's a slow burn but the result is absolutely amazing. I turn my head to my right as I place my hand on his thigh. I can feel his magnificent body tensing as I glide my palm up to his thigh. I smirk as I give him a firm squeeze while he grunts in response.
"You're so manly and handsome, Brad. I love having a good boy like you around." I softly say as I see a smile forming on his face.
Having Id around is a strange yet funny thing. After I recovered from the accident and got discharged from the hospital, my life has never been "normal", as I put it. Everywhere I go, huge, muscular, homophobic, straight men will throw themselves at me. Id puppeteered their bodies like it's his own. I know that he's a part of me, and I'm still wrapping my head around the concept, but having Id around made my life much easier to live in.
On Halloween, I was peacefully strolling down the street, holding on to a basket full of chocolates and candies that I was planning on giving to the children who'll be trick or treating. When suddenly, this masked man starts following me and harassing me, calling me all the derogatory names you can say to a gay man. At first, I just tried ignoring him, and continuing my walk back to my house.
Maybe about my height being 5'2", or my body being thin from recovering at the hospital, but this man decided to push me so hard that I almost fell on my face on the pavement. Unfortunately for him, all Id needs is a physical contact and he can take them for a ride. The man, named Anson, ends up becoming my entertainment for Halloween as he bounces his bulging cock in front of me while giving me a gun show while wearing his mask on. I ended up bouncing on that cock that night as Id made Anson talk to me while mimicking the voice of the killer in the movie, Scream.
Then Thanksgiving came. I was driving happily after I was able to purchase the biggest turkey I'd ever seen. As I came up to a stop light, I heard this truck behind me honking all crazy. That was the first time that I saw that truck so I thought his beef wasn't with me. To my surprise, this asshole actually followed me until I got home. I was so scared when he parked behind my car and got out of his truck.
I saw this huge, tattooed redhead angrily walking up to me. I was so nervous that I fiddled with my keys as it fell on the ground. The redhead grabbed my collar and lifted me up, choking me in the process. He started spewing nonsense about me taking the turkey that was supposed to be his, when I didn't even see him near it when I picked it up. As I gasped for air, I touched his arm as Id does his magic.
The redhead grinned wildly at me as he put me down and went back inside his car. After a few minutes, he came back with a huge grin on his face again as he handed me his underwear. I blushed as I could see the outline of his cock tenting inside his sweatpants. That Thanksgiving, I ended up eating the turkey with Buford's cum as my gravy while I felt his beard brushed around my groin as he gave me a blow job.
Today, I made the mistake of going into the mall for a late Christmas gift shopping. While there, I encountered this couple who walked beside each other as the man had his muscular arm around his girl's waist. I walked past them as I thought about how I'm still single for this Christmas. I never had a boyfriend before and it sure would feel wonderful having a tall, buff, and handsome man like that loving me and caring for me. I shoved those thoughts aside as I continued checking my gift list and finding all of them as soon as I could.
After making sure that I was able to get everything from my list, I felt my bladder about to burst as I headed to a nearby restroom. To my surprise, the man I saw before was there, washing his hands before he dries it and fixes his hair. I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wonder how it feels to be loved by a man like this. As I pass by him, I feel this strange sensation running all over my body as I notice the man jerking up before his arms fall on his side. I notice his eyes rolling up to his head as he slowly goes back to normal. I look into the mirror as I feel something weird is happening. The man looks at his reflection and then into mine. He flashes me a flirty smile as he turns his head to me.
"Like what you see, Jun?" The man asks as he gets closer to me. Luckily there's no one around to see this exchange between us.
"Come on, Id. I didn't even touch him! Let the poor man be. He's happy with his girlfriend, for God sake. Can't you just stop for one moment and think about how I would feel?" I say to the man as I know that Id is the one making him do this.
"You come on, Jun. We both know that this guy is far from being poor, though he's happy, it's not because of the woman he was with. You should know by now why I'm in this guy, right? Or are you going to keep on denying to yourself what you already know deep down?" Id reasons with me as the man pulls me in an embrace and looks down at me as he brushes my lips with his thumb.
"And you should know by now how I feel whenever you do this. These men becoming a puppet for you to play with might be fun and exciting Id, but at the end of the day, I feel empty. Emptier by each man who will walk up to me by your manipulation, fuck me, and then walk out on me as soon as you let go of your control, without even knowing how much they made me feel the night before. I can't live like that anymore, Id." I exclaim at the man as he looks surprised by my statement.
"You said you want me to let them go, right? You said that they have a life of their own, right? Now you're complaining that no one sticks around to be with you? You can be so complicated most of the time, Jun." Id says as the man grins wildly at me before his huge hand starts cupping my balls and squeezing my dick though my pants.
"That's true! I don't want them to derail their lives just to be a puppet for your antics. I want to experience falling in love, Id. I want someone to love me, not because you're making them love me. I want someone who will sweep me off my feet after giving a surprise gift that he knows I love because he listens to me. I want them to love me, Id, not just be horny and in lust to me one second, and then have no memories of what happened after." I tried my best to explain with Id as I started crying. I noticed someone coming into the toilet, only to back away as he saw the man comforting me as I cried.
"Stop crying, Jun. Geez! Fine, you want to be in love with a single person for the rest of your life? You got it. But don't say I didn't warn you about what you're giving up here. Any gay man would die just to have what you have. An endless number of men, willing and raring to give you the fucking of your life." Id insists as he makes the man rub his hand all over my back.
"I just want to experience it, Id. Just once. And if I'm wrong, then that's okay. That's all I ask." I cried even harder as I relented to my wailing.
"Okay, fine. Want to see a neat trick?" Id asks before the man's eyes roll up in his head and his body starts trembling.
I pull away from the man as I watch him having what looks like a seizure. I froze in place as I don't know what Id did to him or why this is happening. The man suddenly stops moving, as his eyes slowly roll down. He looks straight into my hands before he lets out a deep sigh. He comes up to me and introduces himself.
"Hey, I'm Carlos Herrera. I'm 28 years old, 6 feet tall, weighing 190 pounds of pure muscles. You must be Jun, right? Jun Diaz?" Carlos says as he comes up to me and holds me in his arms before caressing my face.
I feel my face blushing after hearing his deep, bass voice speaking to me. Id never talked or acted like this. I can feel Carlos' body heating up as he holds me in his arms. I just nod my head in response to his question, making him smile seductively.
"Good. You see, the girl you saw me with, not my girlfriend. Just some rich bitch that I'm letting on the hook for her money. I don't have a life aside from being an escort to support myself and using rich bitches like that to earn a little more. I'm straight but I don't think it will matter anymore. Id told me everything and made me into your perfect boyfriend. Just tell me how you want me, and I'll do it right away. I always take advantage of my looks and body to make a living, but now, it doesn't matter. You will take in me as your househusband, provide for me, and in return, I'll love you with all of my heart, body, and soul. That's the relationship you want, right?" Carlos professes to me as I'm too stunned to speak. Before I could even utter a word, he pressed his index finger into my lips.
"Shut up, Jun. I don't want to hear your doubts. Come on, let me help you with the gifts you bought and take you home." I just nod at him as Carlos props me up and grabs my hand before pulling me out of the Mall's bathroom.
I got home blushing like a teenager, as I saw Carlos' car parking behind mine. He takes out all the gifts I bought from the back of his car as he effortlessly slings them all in his arms and carries all of it to my front door. I hurriedly opened the door as Carlos let himself inside as I followed him. He carefully places all the gifts under my Christmas tree as he turns his head to me, before he slowly walks up to me. He's so big and tall that he towers over me. He pulls me in his arms again as a deep, gutteral groan escapes his lips.
"You know, Jun, I'll be honest with you. Id is still inside my mind right now. Telling me how you feel, saying all the right places I should touch, and all the right words I should say. We can feel your doubt about me, and why I'm doing this. Is Id messing up with you? Am I just a puppet of Id? Shit, you even thought about how huge my cock must be and if you can fit it inside your ass! But don't worry, I'm yours now. Id made sure of that. This way, he won't interfere directly with your dream relationship while I'll be playing the role of your romantic, loyal boyfriend. Don't be shy and don't hold back. Know that I'm ready to do as you ask and I will love every single second doing it." Carlos purrs at me as he grabs my shoulder and lifts me a little higher so that he can lean down and kiss my lips.
His kiss was deep and passionate. I can feel his tongue pushing its way inside me while it twirls and twists with mine. I can taste his saliva as it wraps around my tongue all slick and salty. I can smell the musky scent coming from his slightly haired chest. His hips trusting into my stomach as his rock-hard cock throbs against me. His powerful hands hold my body in place as they roam all over my face and back. As Carlos slowly pulls away from our kiss, I was left panting and wanting for me. He looks into my eyes as he softly smiles.
"I never kissed someone like that before, Jun. I fucking want you, man. I've never been gay with anyone but with you? God damn it feels so good. Tell me what you want me to do, Jun. Tell me how I can please you. Teach me how I can make you feel how much I love you right now." Carlos moans as his arms tighten around me. I can feel a noticeable scent and wetness forming on his sweat pants as his cock looks like it's going to tear a hole.
"I... I want to suck your cock, Carlos. Can I do that?" I ask Carlos as I look into his eyes. He just smiles at me before he leans down and gives me a quick peck on my cheek.
"Si, mi amor. You can suck if how many times you want from now on. This cock, this body, it's all yours now." Carlos declares as he rolls up his tank top to show his perky, muscular pecs.
His hands grab my shoulder as he gives me a nod. He slowly pushes me down on my knees as I look at how handsome and masculine he looks right now. He pulls down his sweatpants in front of me as his cock slaps my face, smearing a huge amount of his pre-cum on my skin. I gasp at the sheer length and girth of his manhood. I take a gulp as I look up at Carlos, a little afraid of his massive tool.
"There's no room for fear and doubt here, mi amor. There's only love, loyalty, and devotion between us. I am yours however you want me. And if this is how you want me right now, then all I can do is to do my best and pleasure you." He softly said before he slid his cock inside my wide open mouth.
"I'm going to love you so much, Jun. Just wait and see."
Merry Christmas everyone. I know I've been away for so long. I can't say when I can write another story here. I'm so happy to see people still liking and reblogging my stories even when I've been incognito for the past months. Work has been crazy and relationships can be hard to juggle all at once. I'm just glad that I can still go here on Tumblr and enjoy reading stories that I like.
It is there any story like yours that you ever read and would recommend? Thanks.
Well, I really like reading this story. I haven't given it a title so I'm just going to hyper link it. I also created some serial stories, if you want. 😅
I really liked writing the Experimental Affection and the request series that I made called Voice of the World.
Ralph was able to finish the house earlier than expected so we used the time to get settled and move everything inside. In just 2 months after the old man transferred the goo to me, everything seemed unrecognizable. I have my own house where my beautiful and loyal puppets pamper me and attend to my every need. I have a billion dollars worth of conglomerate providing me with the money I need. I also have a beautiful celebrity boyfriend who just came out with me in public and now is a success in movies that depict LGBTQIA+ issues. Nothing seems to bother me other than the monthly maintenance for the Torres family.
I do enjoy my time with Anton every time he visits me. Having him around reminds me of how foolish and naive I was back then. Back then, I put him on a pedestal thinking that he was perfect in any way, and didn't notice how fabricated and artificial he was. I was like everyone else who blindly loved him even without knowing how rotten and despicable he was. But, who am I to judge, right?
I open my eyes as the sunrise shines through my window pane. I didn't remember leaving the blinds open before I went to sleep last night. I sit up on my bed and rub my eyes before letting out a huge yawn.
"Morning, Julien! Edwin already made some pizza waffles! Can you believe that? Waffles! As a Pizza!" JV exclaims as I turn my head to see him binging out on my sofa, only covered with his overalls.
"Good morning to you too, JV. Where are the others?" I ask him as I stand up and lean in front of JV as he lets me take a bite.
"Vince and Kenny are in the pool. They want to know who can finish their laps first. You know how competitive those two can be. Especially last night when you benched them and played only with Edwin and me. They thought that they're getting out of shape and you're getting bored with them." JV explains as he puts down the pizza waffles on the sofa and pulls me down to sit on his lap while I eat.
"Well, they're fit as fuck so we both know that's not true. Though I'm getting bored actually. What do you think about having additional roommates?" I ask JV as I play with his hair while I eat.
"Hmm, let's see. I don't mind having more people around here. More bodies to play with and more dicks and asses to choose from. At the same time, I don't want to lose my time servicing you. That's the highlight of my day, you know?" JV confesses.
"Yeah, you're right. Maybe just having them as a guest will be fine but letting them stay here like you guys is quite troublesome. By the way, where's Chad? My goo is getting hungry." I say as I finish my pizza waffle.
"I think he's in the garden by now. Since you stopped giving him a personality for the day, he just walks around the house like a robot fulfilling his daily routine." JV explains as he also finishes his pizza waffle.
"Well then, carry me to the garden like a good puppet, will you?" I smirk at JV whose eyes shine brightly at the thought of carrying me around the house.
He expertly twists his body so he can plant his feet on the floor without shoving me aside. He then supports my neck and my ass as he stands up and lifts me like I'm weightless. JV walks out of my room as we go up to the kitchen to see Edwin preparing the meal and their protein shakes. We go through the glass door from the kitchen to the garden where I find Chad sitting on a bench, staring aimlessly into the sky. I do miss having him around like my boyfriend but I have better puppets now. Unlike him who acts like a wind-up doll every morning, I prefer my puppets to be able to hold a conversation without leaking their dicks.
JV puts me down beside Chad before I kneel in front of him and pull down his shorts. He didn't even react or flinch as I let his 8-inch soft dick flop on his abs. I open my mouth and stretch out a slime tentacle before attaching it to Chad's dick and start sucking the sperm out of him. His dick immediately went rock-hard inside my tentacle as he lets out a loud moan before he started shooting out his manly juice inside my tentacle. I swear, seeing Chad's face while he moans and trembles every time I feed on him is one of the reasons why I still keep him around.
I can feel JV kissing my back while his hands roam down to my dick. He starts jerking me off as he pulls down my pants and thrusts his dick inside my ass. I moan as I let JV fuck my prostate while I feed on Chad's delicious cum. After I had my fill, I slowly retracted my slime tentacles back inside my mouth as Chad calmed down from having his balls sucked dry. I tap on JV's cheeks as he starts shooting his cum deep inside my ass while letting out his very sexy moans. Another thing that I love about having JV for sex is that he moans so fucking hot. So manly yet so needy and passionate. I tried replicating his moan with my other puppets but none can turn me on as much as he can.
I wiggle my ass as JV pulls out his dick from my ass. I hug him as we start making out in front of Chad, who now continues to stare blankly into the sky. We were interrupted by Edwin who stood behind me before excusing himself to speak.
"Julien, there's a group of men looking for you outside. Should I let them in?" Edwin asks as I turn my head to face him.
"What? Who are they?" I ask with annoyance. The sole reason why I moved here is that I don't want to be disturbed by anyone.
"It seems that they're with Raheel and they look angry. I can send them away if you want to. We have guns at the ready." Edwin says.
"Guns? When did we get guns? And why are they with Raheel? You know what, let them into the living room, tell them to wait for me to get dressed, and make sure they don't wander around. Call Vince and Kenny just in case things get ugly. But don't use guns. I can't heal any damages inflicted by lead." I say to Edwin as I stand up and walk back to my room. I turn to JV and signal him to take care of Chad, which he immediately understood.
I walk inside my room as I put on some decent clothes. What the hell is happening here? The last time that Raheel was here was last week. We fucked and then I sent him home since he still has a taping to attend to. I try my best to think of the reason why these men are here but I can't think of anything. After I was done, I went out of my room to meet my unexpected visitors. I climb the stairs leading to the living room and see a group of 3 men surrounding Raheel. He immediately noticed me and tried to walk toward me but one of them stopped him.
"So, you're Julien, huh? You don't look magnificent to me." The man who stopped Raheel says as he walks up to me with a swagger. "What did you do my little brother?" He asks as he towers over my small height. I decided to play innocent in front of him.
"I'm sorry but I don't have any idea what you're talking about, sir. Raheel and I met in a club and we started dating ever since. You can ask your brother and he will say the same thing." I explain to him, appearing strong and confident with my answer.
Raheel's brother suddenly gets angry and lifts me by my collar. Edwin, Vince, and Kenny were about to lunge at him when I raised my hand to stop them.
"Except I can't trust anything he says now, faggot. For some reason, you're able to break the hold I have on my little brother. I tried using it on your housemates here but my powers didn't work. That means it's either you're the same as me or something else entirely." Raheel's brother whispers into my ears as he looks at me like he's about to kill me. I grin.
"And after figuring that out, you still decided to come inside of my house? You're almost as naive as your little brother." I say as I explode in size and start revealing my true slime form.
Raheel's brother and his friends try to run away but my tentacles move much faster and more agile than them. One by one, I filled their heads with my goo as I soaked their brains in my essence and started rewriting their neural pathways. The two men who accompanied Raheel's brother immediately succumbed to my control while Raheel's brother was able to maintain his individuality as he lost control of his body. I gather back my slime as I return to my human form. I observe the three of them as I note that they're not really my type. I made Raheel's brother sit down in front of me as I asked him some questions before turning him into my puppet. I still need to figure out his ability and the best way I know is to ask him directly.
"Now, here's what's going to happen. You will cooperate with me and I will let you and your friends go after I scrub your memories clean, or defy me and I will make sure that the only word that your friends can say from now on is cum. Tell me your names." I ask as I give him a smug smile.
"I'm Lexter. The one wearing red is Don and the one in maroon is Jon." He spitefully replies.
"Tell me how your power works, Lexter. Why did you put a mental block on your own brother?" I ask him.
"Raheel's very adamant that he wants to be a celebrity. He has the looks, the charisma, and the attitude to be a famous one. But I know how the industry works. So, I place a mental block inside his mind so that no one can make my brother do anything he doesn't want to do." Lexter explains as he still tries to move his body.
"So that's why my goo didn't affect him at first. So, how does your power work?" I ask him.
"I don't know. I realized when I was young that my power is something that is out of the ordinary. I knew that when I grew old, I'd become reliant on it and abuse it. That's why I placed a mental block on myself that I can only use my power when my actions concern the subject's best interest." Lexter confesses.
"Hmm, so you can't use it on your own accord?" I clarified.
"Yes! Now let my brother and friends go. I don't care what you do to me. Just please let them go. I love my brother so much and he doesn't deserve to be with someone like you. He has a bright future ahead of him. Please don't take that away from him" Lexter pleads as he starts crying. I feel his emotions but something about me is not responding the way I used to.
"I will not take your brother's future away from him, Lexter. I need his influence to gather more. I need to study humans even more. Your existence only proves that many unknown variables are working on this planet. I need to identify, observe, and contain those variables to prepare your planet for the arrival of my species. And you will help me with that." I say to Lexter. Wait, I didn't want to say that. I want to let them go. They're not my type. I have better power than Lexter.
I feel my right hand turning into goo as it expands and engulfs Lexter's head. At that moment, I see Lexter's eyes plead with me before his entire head dissolved in my goo. His headless body plops down on the floor for a second before it stands up and stands at attention. I can feel something bubbling inside my hand as it extends again and connects with Lexter's body. My slime hand buries at the center of his now headless neck for a minute before it disconnects. As I realized what just happened, I fell down on the floor as the headless body of Lexter stood in front of me. JV rushes to my side and he asks me what's wrong.
"Julien? Are you okay? What's happening?" JV asks as he wraps his arms around me and supports me so I can rest my back on him.
"Lexter is fucking headless!! How can he stand?" I exclaim as a cold sweat run down my spine.
"What do you headless? Lexter is perfectly fine?" JV replies to me as I look back at Lexter's headless body. And then, I heard his voice.
"Calm down, Julien. Lexter is indeed headless now. That's because I ate his head to consume his power. Though I can't make it grow back, I'm now using his incredible psychic ability to project an illusion to anyone around him that I still have a head. I can speak directly inside their minds to make the illusion that Lexter is the one speaking." I heard the voice in my head say as the headless body of Lexter reached out his hand to help me stand up.
"A-Are you the g-goo?" I ask as my body starts trembling in fear.
"Yes, and we're gonna have so much fun." The goo says as Lexter's friends walk beside him and take a picture. Lexter's headless body shows me the picture and I can only scream silently.
I was so excited when Ralph came to my room last night, saying that he found a perfect place for me. I thought that since he's in the real estate business, he must have a knack for spotting prime estates to sell to his clients. As I stand in front of the house he's talking about, I guess I would say that I am deeply disappointed. I look at Ralph and flash him a passive look as he smiles like a child who did something great.
"This is a perfect place for you, Julien. Near the city yet not a prime spot for residential houses." Ralph proudly boasts as he looks like he's patting himself on his back.
"Ralph, this place is on a cliff. How am I supposed to live on a cliff?" I ask Ralph with a sarcastic tone.
Though I did indeed ask him to find a place nearby. But there's a reason why the cliffs of Rizal are still empty up to this day.
"Think about it, Julien. We can build a house like those they build in Baguio. We can use the terrain to give you an awesome view and unlimited space for whatever you have in mind. No nosy neighborhood to snoop around and you can have your sanctuary here. I already have some contractors ready if you decide to give me your approval. It's going to look like your top floor is the first floor and you'll go down instead of up. What do you think?" Ralph asks me, waiting excitedly.
I let out a sigh as I considered Ralph's proposal. It really does help if there's no one around to see my puppets lounging around. I don't want to attract unwanted attention so I think this style of house really suits me well.
"Fine, go over with Ben for the budget and check on Anton for the floor plans. I want this done by the end of the month." I say to Ralph as I walk back to my car because the goo and I can't stand the heat.
Ralph pumps his fist in the air as he starts calling his crew on his phone. I sit in the passenger seat as JV greets me.
"How did it go, Master? Is where we're going to build our base?" JV asks.
"Apparently, yes. I just have to wait for Ralph to finish it so we can move in." I say as I turn my head to JV while he continues to look at me like a waiting child.
I smile before slapping JV's thigh as he starts driving back to our temporary hang-out place. I see his dick tenting inside his gym shorts as I keep my hands on his thighs. I smile as I see my plan working out just fine. I figured that taking total control of an individual was too much of a hassle for me to manage now that I'm expanding my control. My solution is to soak their brains in my goo and control how their neurotransmitters function inside their brain. This way, I can reprogram them to react the way I want them to without them losing control over their autonomy.
I find that my current roster of puppets, including JV, show signs of increased obedience and reliance on my instructions than the puppets that the old man had. Though my current puppets can disobey my orders, they choose not to since, in their mind, they choose to be my slaves rather than being forced to. I find it more amusing to see the sudden shift in their behaviors and attitudes as their brains slowly soak in my goo and absorb my orders deep in their psyche. I look at JV and he turns his head to flash his beautiful smile at me as he continues to drive.
As we got back to our temporary hang-out place, I was greeted by my puppets as they bathed in the sun wearing only their gym shorts. I smile as I marvel at my puppets. All of them are at the peak of their youth and raring to fuck. Given that I only chose those who were extremely arrogant and homophobic, I grinned that I was able to gather 5 young men with the help of my former puppets.
"Hey Julien! I just finished mowing the lawn just like you asked. Did I do good?" Vince asks as he runs up to me and waits for my approval.
"Really now? You're so helpful, Vince! Thanks!" I say with a smile as I hug him and bury my nose between his pecs.
Vince laughs as he wraps his hands around my head and presses me deeper into his chest. I can feel his dick tenting from his shorts while his body glistens like a golden statue under the sunlight. He's a 25-year-old fitness trainer, who despite being fat when he was a teenager, was cruel and demeaning to his overweight clients. They are all inspired by Vince's transformation that they choose him to be their trainer, only to be humiliated and mocked by the same person they admire. I was able to convert him when he attended one of Anton's weekend parties. I slowly filled his head with my goo while he danced on the dancefloor. After I was done, Vince was so addicted to my scent and touch that he literally threw himself at me.
"Oh, come one, Vince. Don't hog Julien for yourself." Kenny says as he wraps his arm around me and pushes Vince away before spinning me around and giving me a tight hug. "Fuck Julien. I miss you so much. You should have picked me to drive for you instead of JV. It will take us half of the time you guys spent to get back here." Kenny adds as he locks me in a tight hug and starts kissing my head. His hips bucking forward as he grinds his huge dick against me.
"We both know why I didn't choose you to drive for me, Kenny. You're just too horny all the time." I annoyingly say but in reality, I'm so enjoying having his hunk of a man being so horny with me.
"You're just too sexy, Julien. The minute I saw you at Aunty Iza's fundraiser, I fell head-over-heels on your sexy ass." Kenny purrs as he grabs my butt and squeezes it.
"Kenny, what did we talk about PDA?" I ask like a parent disciplining their child.
"Argh! Public is a no-no but private is a go-go. I know, I know, I'm sorry. I just can't control myself whenever I see, Julien." Kenny laughs as he lets me go and walks Vince before punching Vince's left arm.
I never thought this 26-year-old blue-blooded man would act like this after I converted him. Back then, Ken was the top dog of his friends. A real macho man who gets what he wants when he wants. Even as far as fucking his friends' girlfriends. He doesn't care if he hurts someone or tramples on their feelings because, to him, they're all insignificant. After flooding his brain with my goo and rewiring all his pleasure centers to respond to anything related to me, he now acts like a needful slut when he sees me, begging for attention and interaction.
I giggle a little bit as JV takes my hand and guides me inside the villa. We go through the open kitchen and see Edwin cooking something he notices JV and me as he wipes his hands on his apron and immediately pulls out 2 glasses from the counter and serves us a lemonade.
"Hey, Julian! You must be thirsty from heat. You better cool down with this lemonade that I made. I'm still finishing up our lunch. Today's menu will be lasagna and grilled chicken pesto." Edwin says as he gives me a glass of lemonade.
"Thanks, Edwin. It smells fantastic." I say as I drink the lemonade.
"I'm happy to serve you, Julien. Whatever you need." Edwin replies as he walks up to me and gives me a tender kiss.
Unlike Kenny and Vince, JV and Edwin are what I consider gentlemen by the day and an animal by the night. As Edwin starts turning his gentle kiss into a full-on make-out, I feel JV kissing my nape too while they both start touching me all over my body. I let out a moan as I enjoyed being sandwiched by these two hot men. I can already feel their dicks tenting inside their pants. I grin as I feel Edwin's expert tongue twirling inside my mouth.
I got Edwin when Ben told me that a cocky new associate just started working in his company. Flirting with his higher-ups, sparking conflicts between female employees, and making a living out of extorting his many girlfriends. To be honest, I thought he was just a typical man in need of money, but then, I discovered that he was just doing it for fun. I immediately turned him into my puppet and made it so that his desire to serve me and be useful to me corresponds to how horny he becomes when around me.
As I enjoy my two puppets ravaging me, I remember that I still have another puppet to check on. I slowly push both Edwin and JV away from me as I hold Edwin's head and kiss him before asking my question.
"Edwin, have you checked on Raheel?" I ask as I give his ass a nice slap.
"Yeah, but he's still not responding to me. Saying that we're all your prisoners and that we still haven't realized how much you fucked up our minds. I honestly don't understand him though, maybe he's just hungry?" Edwin says as he gets back to cooking his pasta.
"I see, don't worry, I'll talk to him. JV, please help Edwin prepare our lunch, I'm starving." I say as I stand up and leave JV and Edwin to prepare for lunch.
I slowly walk up to the bedrooms and pass my puppets' rooms before stopping on the last one. I knocked three times before opening the door. I see Raheel taking some selfies in front of his mirror.
"Oh great, you're here! Want to shove some mysterious slime inside my mouth again? Just let me go, man. My producers will be looking for me. If you let me go, I promise to forget whatever weirdness you're doing here with those dumb jocks." Raheel says as he looks at me dead in the eye.
I grin as I walk over to Raheel before pulling him close to me. Though my goo didn't work on rewiring his mind for some reason, his body seemed to respond to me accordingly. As soon as I pull him close to me, we start making out while I feel him grinding his dick against me. I already had a plan in mind to make this beautiful man submit to me.
"Glad that you still love it when I touch you." I whisper as I caress Raheel's soft cheeks.
"C'mon on, dude. We both know that I can't stay here. I never did anything to deserve this, Julien." Raheel whispers back while his eyes remain closed.
"I know. You're a good man, Raheel. I tried searching for any evidence that you're an asshole but I just can't find any. I just want to justify my reasons for wanting you but I thought, why should I need any reason to take anything? I want you, Raheel." I tenderly say as I bury my nose on his neck.
"You can't do this to me, Julien. I have a life, I'm just starting to build my career. You can't just rip me out of my life just to be your plaything." Raheel moans as his dicks start leaking pre-cum.
"And I won't. I just have to do some tweaking inside that pretty head of yours to make sure that you will come back to me." I say as I plant my lips on Raheel's lips and start pushing my goo inside him.
Instead of soaking Raheel's brain in my goo and altering his neurotransmitters just like the last time, I figured that the reason why it didn't affect his mind might have been caused by another individual placing a mental block inside his mind before I was able to infiltrate it. Whoever this person might be an experienced hypnotherapist or someone with the ability to influence someone's consciousness. My solution is to merge the subject's brain with my goo and make it so that all his thought processes will be intercepted by me, giving me the power to make decisions based on my influence. Unlike the old man's process of consuming a part of the subject's brain, this process will not affect the brain matter, but rather the mind working inside it.
It's a long and extraneous process since I don't want to accidentally turn Raheel into a vegetable. I slowly took my time and made sure that every fold and every neuron inside his brain was assimilated. It took me about 2 hours to finish my work as I slowly closed my mouth, leaving my goo inside Raheel's head. I pull away from his as I watch him twitch and jerk before opening his eyes. He looks at me before reaching down on his bed to get his shirt and put it on. He looks at me through his mirror before speaking up.
"Can we have some lunch now? I'm starving and I haven't eaten properly for days." Raheel says before giving me a big smile.
"Well, you decided not to eat so that's on you, babe." I say as I wrap my arms around his body from behind as we stare at our reflection in the mirror.
"I guess I have to come out now and say that you've been my secret long-time boyfriend now." Raheel says as he kisses my forehead.
"Not yet. You still need to establish your fame and gather a fan base before you can do that. I'll help you be a great actor, Raheel." I say as I nuzzle on his shoulder.
"Well, if it's going to be my front, then I guess I'm okay with it. We just have to make sure that we'll have some time for ourselves when I'm getting horny for you." He whispers as he turns me around and kisses my lips.
Everything happened so fast, like having my whole life flashing before my eyes. I never wished for this to happen but the old decided that I'll be inheriting the goo whether I liked it or not. Talk about him justifying his decision to turn his selfish, greedy family into puppets when he's just like them. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, as they say. To be honest, now that I have his memories, I just want to get out of this mansion and look for another job. However, since I control everything around here, I am already set for life. I guess there's no harm in learning how to live my life with the unwanted gift that the old man has given to me.
I wake up to the sound of flesh slapping. I open my eyes, take a deep breath, and sit on my bed to see Chad jerking on the chair in the corner of the room. I was smitten the moment I saw him with Anton that day. I guess until now, I have wanted him for myself because of his Moreno look. He looks like a character straight out of a romance novel that you can read. Tall, dark-skinned, chiseled body, and god damn, his dick is too big for his own good. I guess I might become selfish for turning him into a puppet but his personality is just awful that I can't stand listening to his idiotic ramblings. So when Anton brought him here another time, I decided to take him and turn him into my human Ken doll.
"Good morning, Julien. How do you want me for today?" Chad asks as he sits up in attention, putting his rock-hard dick inside his briefs.
"Hmm, let's see, how about you are my horny boyfriend that always wants to fuck me but knows that I'm the one in charge? You will try your best today to seduce me using your words and your body." I say as I put on my robe and stand up in front of Chad.
Chad's eyes rolled at the back of his head as his body shuddered in his seat. After a minute, he sits straight, his eyes staring straight into mine, as he slowly stands up and embraces me.
"Oh, fuck, Julien, I want your ass right now. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll need a cane to walk straight. Please, give me everything you've got," Chad pants, his body writhing in pleasure while grinding his groin against my body.
"Oh, Chad, such a romantic. C'mon, breakfast will be ready." I reply as I smile. Chad holds my hand as he leads me out of my new bedroom and down to the dining area. The servants under my control already prepared a feast as I sat down at the head of the long dining table. Chad turns the chair sideways as he sits down first before asking me to straddle him. I grin as I happily accept his offer. I feel his throbbing, rock-hard dick pulsing beneath my ass as Chad continues to grind his dick on me all while feeding me my breakfast. Soon after, the whole family joined me for breakfast.
Mr. and Mrs. Torres sit together beside me as they greet me with a smile on their face. After learning that they already planned to poison the old man to inherit his empire, the old man decided to turn both of them into puppets. The old man still loves his son but is disappointed when he lets his greedy wife tell him what to do. For now, Ben and Iza act like a loving couple to each other. Always honest and kind to others while keeping an open mind. As for the business, the old man let them handle anything business-related since Ben technically inherited the old man's empire and now acts as the CEO of their conglomerate.
Right after the couple, Ralph proceeds to sit at the table. Second son of the old man and the problem child. Ralph has this bad-boy vibe that you can't help but love. The old man turned him into a puppet way back when he was in college and was addicted to cocaine. The old man still let him retain his memories but was forced to act discreetly to not shame the family name. I love having him around since he's a party animal and will fuck anyone he looks at. He sees me while Chad feeds me breakfast and gives me a smirk.
"Ha! You wish I will suck your dick, Ralph. What happened to that chick you banged last night?" I ask him as I take another spoonful of egg and rice from Chad.
"Slut doesn't want to be seen with me since I'm the bastard Torres. Like Ben is a fucking angel." Ralph comments as he looks at the lovely couple.
"Hey! Don't bring us to your pointless conquests. Iza and I are happy on our own. If you want to be part of the company, I would be happy to share it with you." Ben laughs as he wraps his arm around his wife.
"Nah, bro. That's your role, remember? At least I can do whatever the fuck I want now that the old man is gone." Ralph answers.
"Actually, I'm thinking of having you as my sexy Daddy toy, Ralph." I interject as Chad continues to feed me.
"No way! You already have my nephew and that himbo, I think I already earned my freedom when I let you fuck my ass the last time." Ralph tries to negotiate.
"Freedom? You can't even function if you go somewhere far from me for a long period. If anything, I'm giving you a chance to use your body to entertain me so I don't get bored and just turn you into a mindless corporate drone." I explain as a matter of fact.
I can feel how my statement scared Ralph as he clears his throat and proceeds to eat his breakfast. I was thinking of apologizing to him but remembered that there was no use in doing that since it was the truth. Without me serving as the host for the goo, all of them would lose control of their bodies and will be stuck in a vegetative state. The old man made sure that his children would not be able to go against him so he decided to have the goo replace parts of their brains. Pretty cruel in my opinion but there's nothing that I can do to reverse it. So better than crying over spilled milk is to make use of what's available. As we all continue to eat our breakfast, Anton walks up to me and gives me a passionate kiss before sitting on his chair. He greets his parents and his uncle before he sits down and starts eating. I notice he has his laptop with him as he proceeds to eat his breakfast.
"How's the search going, Anton?" I ask him.
"Well, I already identified 3 men who meet your criteria for physique, background, and behavior. I would say that I can give you a list of 5 names by the end of today." Anton happily reports.
"If that's the case, then I have an announcement to make. Everyone, please." I say as all of them pay attention to me.
"Well, as you all know, I am now the host of the goo. As much as I want to get rid of it and live a normal life, I don't want to turn into ashes. So, here's what will happen. Ralph, I want you to look for a private estate for me to move in. Somewhere near here you guys can visit me for your scheduled maintenance. I still need to replace the goo inside your heads now and then to function normally." I say to Ralph as he takes a mental note of his task.
"Ben, I want you to create a separate bank account for me and make it so that I'll be part of the company's payroll without even working there. Make sure that I won't show up in any tax reviews or my identity becomes public knowledge. You're smart, you figure it out. And for Iza, I want you to find me a security officer. Discuss my criteria with your son and make sure that the person you recommend has connections with the military. I want someone from the inside and I want to take care of my problems before they start becoming one." I say to the couple as they agree to my order.
"That's all everyone. Now, I want a status report by dinner and make sure there's progress. I will not tolerate uselessness. Is everything clear?" I ask as everyone nods their heads.
"Awesome! Now, excuse me. I have a bucking stud that's been edging to fuck me all day." I say as I look at Chad, permitting him to bring me back to our room and have some fun.
Chad grins like a kid as he lifts me while straddling him like I am weightless. I shot a glance at Ralph and Anton.
"You two can join me once you've done your tasks. Ben, Iza, we should have some fun later after dinner." I say as I use the goo to make everyone at the table instantly horny and leaking.
I laugh as I let the whole family panting and wanting on the dining table while Chad carries me to our bedroom. I'm starting to see why the old man loves taking control. Feeling the power inside me grow brings this unusual need to dominate everyone around me. I guess I'm still slowly integrating myself with the old man's essence. Chad opens the door to our bedroom as he gently lays me down. He expertly strips me of my clothes as well as his. He gets on top of me while his body glistens in sweat.
"Fuck, Julien. I'm so horny right now, baby. I want to fuck you so bad. Please let me pound that tight hole of yours." Chad says as his eyes shine with lust and hunger while his body heats up and trembles from pleasure.
"Hmm, I think I'd like to have your huge dick inside me. But first." I say as I snap my fingers.
In an instant, Chad's body stiffens and starts shaking. His dick instantly grows rock-hard while his eyes roll at the back of his head. I open my mouth as a slime tentacle extends from it before engulfing Chad's dick. Chad lets out a bellowing groan as he starts cumming like a broken faucet into me. This is the reason why the old man used Anton to gather his friends that night. To find a strong-bodied male who can endure the goo's alteration to become its source of nutrients.
Though Chad lost most of his motor functions when the goo altered his body, I felt him simply becoming a living sperm-producing machine was a little limiting. So, every day, I would let him use some of his memories to formulate a personality that I desire for the day. So now, not only do I have an endless supply of cum for the goo, but I also have a perfect human fuck toy that can become whoever I want him to be. Once I have my fill, I snap my fingers again, causing Chad to fall asleep and flop down beside me. I retract the slime tentacle back inside my mouth as I hug Chad while we lay down. I guess living like this isn't so bad after all.
Amadeo searches for his fellow Carabiniere information. Mostly, information about his fellow male Carabiniere. He knows that he needs to take down the information of his big, muscular friends and print it out. For some reason, Amadeo can't shake this feeling that something's wrong. He never looked at his fellow Carabeneri like this before. Checking out their bodies, trying to get a glimpse of their dick, and even trying to see how big and thick they are under their uniforms. Out of all his fellow Carabeneri, he was able to obtain the information of three big, hunky, officers: Matteo, Riccardo, and Lorenzo. Amadeo smiles as he prints out their pages and hurries out of his office.
He walks down the street without any particular place in mind but for some reason, he knows he's in the right way. He tries to think why he's doing this again but shrugs his shoulder as he knows that this needs to happen. He stops in front of an old run-down house outside the city. He can't believe that he was able to reach this place on foot. He knocked on the door and greeted a young nerdy man who looked like he was in his early 20's. Amadeo smiles at the man as he enters the house.
"You feel good, Officer Amadeo?" The young man asks.
"Extremely well, Kyle. Wait, is that your name? How do I know your name?" Amadeo confusedly asks as he hands Kyle the paper in his hand.
"Great job, Amadeo. You've been such a good puppet. Hmm, Lorenzo looks like he has the biggest dick out of the three of them, don't you think?" Kyle asks as he reads the paper that Amadeo printed out.
"He is, Kyle. I saw his dick in the locker room and it dangled at 6 inches even when it was soft." Amadeo explains as he strips out of his uniform.
"I can't wait to feel their dicks inside me. And by having their dicks inside me, I mean inside you, Amadeo. Come here for a second, will you?" Kyle asks Amadeo as he walks over to Kyle and embraces the young man.
"You've been a good puppet for me, Amadeo. It was such a godsend moment when I saw you hammered out of your mind on that street that night." Kyle says as he strokes Amadeo's growing dick.
"But, how? How can I be your puppet? I am my own person. I'm not your property." Amadeo replies as he moans and thrusts his dick into Kyle's hand.
"Of course, you are your own man, Amadeo. Just continue doing what you're doing. I'll be having your friends soon and you're going to help me. Just slap these receivers on their nape and that's it." Kyle says as he strokes Amadeo's dick to orgasm.
"Fucking A!! Sure thing, Kyle. I'll let you know o-once I'm done." Amadeo groans as he empties his balls into Kyle's hand.
"Good puppet, Amadeo. Keep being obedient and we'll have your whole department on our team soon." Kyle purrs as he licks his hand full of Amadeo's cum.
Fabio wakes up on a bright and sunny Florida morning in his house in Fort Lauderdale. He stretches his limbs and walks to his bathroom to relieve himself. He looks at his wife who's still sleeping on the bed after he gave her 5 orgasms last night. Fabio feels proud that after 25 years of being married, he can still please his wife, unlike any man she had in the past. Fabio decides to take a warm shower before he goes out for a jog. He steps under the shower and lets the grime, saliva, and cum flow down the water. He closes his eyes as he enjoys the feeling of the warm water cascading down from his hair to his toes.
As Fabio lathers soap on his body, he opens his eyes and thinks that he feels something on his thighs. He looks down but sees nothing so he continues to wash his body. Suddenly, he feels a thick, slime thing enters his ass and proceeds to get inside him at an alarming speed. Fabio steadies himself by placing his hands on the shower wall as he looks down to his butt. Yet again, he sees nothing. Completely freaked out and scared, Fabio quickly washes off the remaining soap on his skin and wants to get out of the shower as soon as possible. As he closes his eyes to wash his face, Fabio feels something entering his mouth, forcing its way down his throat and to his stomach. It happens so fast that Fabio faints when he realizes that the thing invading his mouth is blocking his air and he can't breathe. He tries to support his body as he slowly falls on the shower floor.
After a few seconds, Fabio opens his eyes and stands up. He smiles as he wonders why he's sleeping in the shower while the water is running. He goes out and dries himself as he prepares for his morning run. He kisses his wife on her lips, who replies with a groan as she continues to sleep. Fabio goes out of the front door, puts on his earphones, and runs to the beat of the song. Normally, Fabio will just run around the block of his house until he finishes 20 laps. But today, he wants to challenge himself and run until he reaches Hillsboro Beach. He starts running with a clear direction in mind as his fit body carries him across the distance. After an hour and a half of running, Fabio reaches Hillsboro Beach and rests on a bench nearby. He's heaving and sweating so much so he buys a water bottle from a nearby stand and drinks it in one gulp. Fabio wants to go back to his house now but something in his mind is telling him to wait on the bench and chill out. Fabio agrees as he sits down and watches the people around him go on with their lives.
After a while, a skinny-looking young man approaches Fabio with a smile on his face. The man sits beside Fabio as his eyes continue to examine Fabio's body, much to Fabio's disgust. This man looks like a faggot and Fabio hates it when a faggot stares at him. As Fabio is about to say something to scare the man, something in his mind is telling Fabio that he likes being gawked at by this man, that Fabio likes the attention that this man is giving him and Fabio must let the man do his thing. Fabio calms down as he smiles at the man beside him. The man then reaches out to touch Fabio's bicep so he offers it to the man and flexes his bicep.
"OMG, you're so huge! What's your name, Sir?" The young man asks.
"I'm Fabio Sànchez." Fabio replies with a smile on his face.
"I'm Cory. Wow, Fabio, Hyon told me that he caught a buff man but that is definitely an understatement! You are so massive!!" Cory exclaims at Fabio, who doesn't understand what is happening but keeps his composure and continues to smile.
"Say, are you married? Are you a Daddy? Oops, sorry, are you a father already?" Cory asks as he sits on Fabio's lap and proceeds to kneed Fabio's pecs.
"I'm married and I have 2 sons with my wife. They're twins and have lived in New York since they were working there." Fabio explains.
"Wow! You're such a Daddy, Fabio. You love that I call you Daddy. It makes you so fucking horny that your dick leaks out." Cory says as Fabio starts to remember that it's true.
Fabio lets out a deep moan as his dick starts to tent from his shorts, making Cory feel his throbbing erection snake down to his thighs.
"OMG, and you have a horse dick! We should get somewhere private, Fabio. You will feel your dick getting soft as you follow me to my house." Cory states as he stands from Fabio's lap.
Fabio calms down as he stands up and follows Cory. He starts thinking about why he is following this young man. Fabio needs to go back to his wife since she must be awake by now and looking for him. He pats his pockets and pulls out his phone. When he's about to dial his wife's number, something in his mind is telling him that being with Cory is where he belongs and that he's safe and loved when he's with Cory. Fabio argues if that statement is true but he finds himself smiling and getting relaxed as he walks behind the young man.
After 5 minutes of walking, Cory leads Fabio inside of a garage door. He stares at Fabio as he licks his lips before he asks the older man to take off his shirt and flex for him. Fabio complies immediately as he poses in front of Cory, making the younger man giddy with excitement.
"Wow, Fabio. You even look magnificent with your shirt off. I assume that your wife's name is Victoria?" Cory asks as he places his hand on Fabio's left shoulder and pats Fabio's tattoo.
"Yeah, we've been together since we were in college. I got this tattoo right before I proposed to her. I knew by then that she'd be the mother of my children." Fabio explains as he smiles remembering all the years that they spent together. He didn't notice that Cory's hand was now on his waist.
"Yeah, that won't do Fabio. I want you for myself. You know that's what you also want. You love your wife and your children but you know deep down that they're just a facade that you need to keep up with. All you want is to be my Daddy." Corey says to Fabio as he leans forward and starts kissing Fabio's chest.
"Uhm, I-I'm not sure about that, Corey. I'm not gay." Fabio replies as he feels his dick getting hard again. He knows that he's straight and happily married but somehow, all he wants to do is to be here with Corey and make sure that he's taken care of.
"You don't need to be gay for me, Fabio. Just be my good Daddy and fuck me whenever my ass feels lonely. You know that's how you take care of me. Every time you're fucking me and breeding my ass with your Daddy seed, you know that's how you let me know that you care for me." Corey says as he wraps his arms around Fabio.
Fabio is flabbergasted. This young man is throwing himself at him. Before Corey, Fabio would instantly defend his sexuality and beat the crap out of a fairy who clings to him like this. But Corey's different. Fabio agrees with everything that Corey says. He doesn't know why but he understands that Corey speaks the truth. If he's Corey's Daddy, then Fabio can take him right now and breed his tight ass. He just needs to rip off Corey's clothes and he can take care of his needs right away.
Fabio grins as he clenches Corey's clothes in his fist. As he's about to pull Corey's clothes apart, something in his mind tells him that he might be Corey's Daddy but he needs to let Corey take the initiative. He can't impose his desires on Corey. Only Corey can tell him what to do and he'll do it in a heartbeat. Fabio let go of Corey's clothes as he let the young man rub himself all over his toned, muscular body.
"Say, Daddy, you should save my number on your phone so I can contact you whenever I want. You will text me your personal info along with a picture of your hot body. Of course, for now, you should get back to your wife. We don't want anyone suspecting you as my Daddy." Corey explains as he lets go of Fabio as waits for the hunk to pull out his phone.
"Yeah, that's a great idea, Corey. Here! Type your number here." Fabio smiles as he offers his phone to Corey, who happily types his number.
"By the way, Daddy, do you have a credit card that I can use? I need to buy some things." Corey asks Fabio as he saves his name and phone number on Fabio's phone.
"Here you go, Corey. That's an American Express Platinum Card. Take mine. I just have to get another one." Fabio offers Corey as he knows that he needs to provide for him as his Daddy.
"Thanks, Daddy. See you whenever I want to." Corey says as he pushes Fabio out of his garage and closes the door.
Fabio was left outside but somehow giddy with excitement. He never thought he could feel like this again at his age. Somehow, he's like a teenager who just got laid for the first time. Fabio can't exactly understand how he feels like this with Corey but he's too happy to question it. He just started running back to his house in Fort Lauderdale with a new lease on life given to him by Corey. Still, something inside his mind is making him crave and seek for Corey's orders but Fabio doesn't care anymore.
All my life, I wanted nothing more than to discover what was beyond the sky. I'm always been looking up, hoping to be the first to prove the existence of other life forms in the universe. But as I grew older, I learned to accept that being poor will leave you with few choices in life and you need to deal with what you got. That's why I abandoned my hope of becoming an astronaut. Now, I work as a caregiver since the pay is good.
I work for an old, wealthy businessman who had a stroke and is now unable to take care of himself. I love working for the old man since he treats me kindly and pays me more than he should. Since I'm saving up for my Master's degree, my salary helps me save more than my target amount. Not to mention the other perks of being the old man's caregiver; free food, free lounge, and best of all, I get to be friends with Anton, the old man's grandson.
Anton is the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Torres and the only grandson of the old man. I often daydream about him since we're the same age and Anton is a very nice man. He treats me like his brother and always shows appreciation for caring for his grandfather by giving me gifts. As much as I want to deny it, I know that really had it bad for Anton.
One night, Anton returns with his friends from a night of partying. All of them look as handsome and as perfect as Anton. Anton introduces me to them as his friend but I feel so ashamed and unworthy since I'm just a house help. I can feel my heart pounding and my pants tightening so I excuse myself and decide to attend to the old man instead. I close the door behind me as I hear the old man laugh weakly.
"Oh, Julien. Y-You should never enclose yourself in your shell. A-Anton just wants to introduce you since you're his m-most trusted friend." The old man states as he looks at me from his bed.
I smile at the old man as I understand that he must have heard what happened from here. For some reason, I learned that he knows everything that happens outside of his room despite being bedridden for 5 years now. I never questioned it and thought he might be very perceptive.
"His friends might tease him for being associated with me, Sir. I don't want that for Anton. He's been nice to me and I don't want anyone to think that he's standards are too low to choose me as his friend." I explain as I walk to the old man's bed and check on his vitals.
"Hey now, d-don't sell yourself too s-short, Julien. Y-You're a kind, honest, and understanding young man. Anton is h-honored to be your friend." The old man replies.
"I doubt that, Sir. Anton has been kind to be my friend but I wouldn't think he'll be honored to have me as one. He's handsome, smart, sophisticated, elegant, and majestic. I'm just a speck." I say as I check on the saline solution connected to the old man's artery.
"And yet you love him." The old man says.
His words caught me off guard I froze and blushed like a deer in a headlight. I was about to object when the old man interrupted me.
"He knows, Julien. And I know. Everyone knows." The old man adds.
I don't know what to say. Am I that obvious? Will they kick me out for it? I can't lose my job. Not when I'm this close.
"No need to panic, son. We all love you too. We see how much you care for me. How deeply you care for my grandson. You never lie to us and have always been here to help us. That's why we love you too." The old man explains.
I stare at him for a long time before I realize what is happening. Is he reading my mind?
"Yes, son. I am reading your mind. And just as you heard it, we all love you." The old man says as he sits up on his bed.
What the hell is happening? Did he just move his body? Is this a joke? Am I being filmed? Is this a prank? The door opens as Anton walks in and smiles at me before hugging me.
"Sorry, Julien. I know that this might come as a shock to you but all of this is true. We can read your mind and you're not being pranked. Grandpa's time is now ending and we need someone like you to lead us." Anton says as he continues to hug me tightly.
"What are you talking about? Can someone explain what's happening?" I say as I pull away from Anton and look at the old man.
My face goes white when I see the old man standing in front of me. He smiles as his body dissolves into a puddle of blue goo. My body freezes as I see the goo forming some tendrils as it slowly touches my head. My vision goes blank as countless knowledge bombards my mind. I can feel the goo's tendrils going inside my mouth as it explains everything to me. Memories of the past flood my brain as I start to understand what is happening.
The old man found it when he was just a boy. The goo and him become one as its goal is to learn about humans. The old man uses the goo to influence other people and build his empire. Though the idea of subjugation is sickening to him, the old man chooses to subjugate those who bear ill intent. As his influence grew, so did his fortune.
And as a tale as old as time, his descendants are still humans and are bound to be blinded by his empire. The old man saw how his son became a corrupt politician and how his grandson became overindulged in material things. They began to poison him and take his fortune for themselves. The old man decides to subjugate his family out of self-preservation. Then he decided to find someone who could inherit his will.
I close my eyes as I feel the goo settling inside me. I still don't understand why the old man chose me. I am just as human as his family. I'm not good or special. I'm just trying to get by. I neither did ask for this nor did I want any of this. I just want to get by and live my life as I please. I'm no saint. I'm not virtuous or wise. What benefit will the goo have for choosing me?
I stand up from the floor as I see Anton smiling at me. He hugs me once again as he licks my ear. He pulls away as he stares directly into my eyes.
"The goo is here to study us—no other reason. Grandpa decided to turn me into his puppet because he thinks it's for the best. No one does anything for a reason other than their own. As to why the goo chose you, that's up to you to interpret. You have the power now, Julien. Use it as you please." Anton says as he leans forward and starts kissing me.
Fucking hell. Of course, I'll kiss him back. That's all I ever wanted to do the moment I saw him. He tastes so fucking good. I feel my dick tenting inside my pants as I let my hands wander on his body. But, I pull away as the realization that the old man just died hit me. He's the only one who's been truly kind to me. Everyone in this house is just his puppets. They all even tried to kill the old man for his money. I sighed as I walked away from Anton and lay on the old man's bed.
"Prepare for the funeral, Anton. It's the least that you can do." I say to him as I lay on the old man's bed, staring at the ceiling. I wonder, did he ever get tired of staring at the ceiling like this?
