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[betweenthelinesfiction]

Experimenting with the other half

Fair warning, this one's a bit darker then normal with quite a bit of abusive/derogatory language. Maybe skip this one if you're uncomfortable with that sort of thing.

Paul knew he was taking a huge risk when he jabbed the syringe into his boyfriend’s arm. What if it didn’t work? What if something went wrong and something happened to Max? What if Max found out and their relationship was over? All for his own selfish desires. Paul’s stomach knotted as his boyfriend cried out in pain, his muscular legs giving out underneath the weight of his own body. For just a moment, Max’s dazzling blue eyes met Paul’s with a look of panic and fear before they glazed over, the cocktail of chemicals having quickly spread throughout his nervous system. Max’s head fell to the ground with a heavy thud, leaving Paul in an eerie silence. 

This isn’t what Hamish said would happen. The syringe was supposed to be a mostly harmless mix of hormones. Just enough to give the kind-hearted giant a bit of an edge. Paul thought he was the luckiest guy alive when his hunky roommate came out of the closest to him. Max was 240 pounds of corn-fed country beef. The hunky boy next door with a heart of gold that girls threw themselves at during high school. But after coming to college, things had changed. The two roommates had been drinking heavily one night when Max revealed that he was gay. Paul had leaned in for a kiss and the rest was history. Max was everything Paul could ask for in a boyfriend - handsome good looks, a well-muscled, hulking physique, a generous package, and oh-so kind. But there was something wrong.

Max was too nice. Too gentle. Max wanted someone who could absolutely dominate him in the bedroom. Someone who could use that ungodly strength to throw him around a bit. Someone to make him feel small. Not someone who would stop every few seconds, asking if everything was ok, or if he was doing it right. Just for one night, Paul wanted someone who would take what he wanted and ask questions later. Paul loved his kind and gentle boyfriend. But he wished he could see what the other side would be like. The hormones in the syringe were supposed to give Paul a glimpse of this, no matter how brief. 

But now here he stood. His loving boyfriend splayed out on the floor. Max didn’t deserve this. That chemistry nerd Hamish had probably messed with the contents in the syringe on purpose. Paul always had an inkling that Hamish didn’t approve of his relationship with his boyfriend. And now Max was probably dead as a result of it. 

Paul noticed a small spasm in Max’s arm. Then the twitch in one of his eye muscles. Paul’s heart leapt. Maybe Hamish was ok. Then Paul noticed the movement in Max’s shorts. Max’s cock began to push against the fabric of his shorts as it hardened. With time, the spasms began to increase. It wasn’t long under muscles all across Max’s hulking form were twitching and spasming and the tent in Max’s shorts had grown absolutely obscene. The twitches and spasms began to merge, like waves rolling across Max’s body from head to toe. With a huge moan, Max’s eyes shot open briefly before they rolled back into his head as waves of pleasure washed over him. Max threw his head back as he rode the height of the orgasm that was pulsing through his body, a huge wet patch appearing at the front of his shorts. After what seemed like an eternity, Max's weight shifted forwards as he rested his large calloused hands on his muscular quads as he caught his breath. A thick layer of glistening sweat covered his exposed skin, filling the air with a deep musky scent. “What a fucking ride” Max panted with a grin. 

“Babe, are you ok?” Paul asked nervously as he went to Max’s side and turned his face towards his. Paul’s eyes watered as he knelt down close to his boyfriend. The pungent aroma coming off Max’s hulking frame was familiar, yet foreign and overpowering. Max’s eyes met Pauls's, their dazzling blue still clearly visible despite his post-organic haze. Max’s eyes slowly began to focus on Paul, his lips forming the typical boyish smile that greeted his boyfriend each night when he came home. Then, in a moment, Max’s face twisted, his brow furling casting brooding shadows across his eyes, which narrowed to a piercing look. Max’s mouth settled into an unfamiliar cocky scowl. “Max isn’t home you fucking pussy”. The deep voice rumbled from Max’s vocal cords. But it lacked the usual warm, gentle tones that made talking to Max like a warm hug. This was sharp and foreign. This wasn’t Max. 

Caught off guard, Paul fell backwards. The imposter laughed darkly at Paul’s fear before hauling himself to his feet. Once fully upright, the giant swayed shakily side to side, a confused, fearful look crossing his face before he grabbed the side of the bathroom sink to steady himself. After a few moments of composing himself, he stood up straight and his cocky smirk returned. “Damn, it’s true what they say, tall guys do really see the world from a different perspective” the imposter laughed as he raised his bulging arms above his head and easily placed his palms flat on the ceiling, “How tall am I, 6’3, 6,4?”. “6’5 Paul croaked, a lump stuck in his throat. The simple act of touching the ceiling was reinforcing how huge his boyfriend’s body was, and the predicament Paul found himself in. “Shit, that’s a whole extra foot,” the imposter said as he swung his arms back down to his side, before holding his palms out open in front of him. “Fuck, I feel so strong,” the imposter said, admiring his huge calloused mitts before curling them into tight fits, the action causing a spiderweb of veins to appear across his thick forearms. “I feel like at any moment, I could just SNAP”. With the agility unbecoming of his hulking form, the imposter took one huge step across the room and embedded his fist firmly in the drywall next to Paul’s head. 

Paul scrambled away, towards the door. “Don’t you fucking move” the raging hulk spat as he brushed the dust off his knuckles and stepped over Paul, blocking his exit. “You wanted this, now you need to live with the consequences,” the imposter said, his eyes boring into Paul’s soul. “Max, please, I didn’t mean to”, Paul began to stammer a response before the imposter cut him off. “I TOLD YOU, I’M NOT MAX,” the imposter roared and he slammed his hand against the wall again. Paul backed up a few places. “You said it yourself, you had the perfect guy” Max growled as he brought his arm up into a bicep pose. “Strong, hot, handsome, and hung like a fucking horse” Max laughed, grabbing his hefty package for effect. “But being the twisted little sub you are, you wanted more. You wanted someone who could satisfy your gay little fetish of being dominated. Someone who would make you their little bitch”. Max lifted his arm and took a long, deep whiff of the potent musk of his body. “Someone who would be a fucking alpha, not some prissy little gay boy”. 

I said I’d help you, and I did. From now on, this body is going to be the alpha god that it always deserved to be, now that I’m behind the wheel. A sudden realisation washed over Paul. “Hamish?”. “The one in the fucking same”, Hamish said as he brought his new biceps up into a double bicep flex. “How?” Paul stammered, in disbelief. “The how doesn’t matter, all you need to know is that I’m in charge now, that means you do what I fucking say”. “Hamish, you can’t do this,” Paul cried as he grovelled at Hamish’s feet. “I can do what I fucking want” Hamish said pushing Paul’s face away with one of his size 14s and slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it behind him.

“Let me out!” Paul cried as he banged on the door. Hamish slumped against the bathroom door, his broad back so wide that it touched the sides of the doorframe. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, his huge callused hands making their way down past the waist elastic of his shorts. His new cock was huge and rock-hard. He let out a low growl as one of his hands explored his huge length while the other caressed his sensitive nipples. This body was insane. Everything was huge, cut and hard as a rock. He had planned to go out and fuck the hottest pussy he could find, but something about dominating that pathetic loser had really got him riled up. “Please Hamish!” Paul begged, as his banging grew feeble. Hamish palmed his huge new bull nuts. He was horny as fuck.

Paul heard the bathroom door unlock with a click. He hesitantly opened the door a crack. “Get out here” Hamish growled. Paul, opened the door wider to see Hamish sitting naked in the chair, rubbing his swollen muscles. Paul tentatively took a few steps forward. “On your knees” Hamish ordered. Paul instantly dropped to his feet and crawled submissively up to the beast in front of him. Hamish took his powerful mitt off his cock and pointed it straight at Paul. “Suck it he ordered. Paul stared at the fuck stick in front of him. It was familiar, but from this angle, it was so much more imposing. “I said fucking such it” Paul barked. Without hesitating, Paul took the mushroom head into his mouth. 

“Fuck those lips feel good you little bitch” Hamish said as he gently guided Paul further down his shaft. After a few moments, one of Paul’s hands spliced into his own shorts as he began stimulating himself. Hamish noticed the movement, and grabbing Paul roughly in both hands, pulled his head off his cock, and held his face close to this. “Listen you little fucking shit, here’s how things are going to work. I’m going to go out and fucking live my life as the alpha fucking stud I was born to be. And you’re going to be nothing more than my little house bitch. You will cook. You will clean. And when I bring chicks home to fuck, you will watch silently from the wardrobe, remembering what you used to have. And then, maybe, if I fucking feel like it, I will fuck your fucking brains out like you’re nothing more than a fucking fleshlight. This is for me. Not for you. You serve for my pleasure”. 

With that, Hamish grabbed Paul roughly by both hands and forced his head down on his waiting rod. Hamish moaned as he roughly face-fucked Paul, the newly minted alpha wild with lust and power. If he wasn’t so wild with lust, he might have released the wet patch that had appeared on Paul’s shorts. Paul had got what he wanted. But at what cost he thought as he was manhandled by his new master.

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[elysianfit]

“I’m sorry do I know you? You’re in my light, man.”

“Oh, you must be mistaken! I didn’t steal this body, I’m borrowing it for spring break.” *tenses abs*

“It was yours? No, you really are mistaken. I bought this body. From the concierge. He said that all Platinum Packages come with a hunk for the week.” *flexes arms and checks out veins*

“Yeah, no I’m not giving this back. I paid too much for it. You’ll get it back by the end of the week…. if you stop bothering me”

“Keep talking and I’ll extend my stay. This body’s nice and way better than the old husk I left with the front desk. I’ve lived a whole life and built up an entire empire, what makes you think I don’t have the funds to stay for the rest of YOUR life?”

“I must say though I would be mad losing this body too. I know the host they gave you sucks. You look so pathetic next to me. Undeveloped, unremarkable, untanned. Man you really are ugly.”

“Me on the other hand. I’ve never been athletic and you’re body is just the cream of the crop. God you’re so hot. Gonna have a lot of fun with this body. Mm mm mm, these twinks are gonna love me plowing them in the ass all week long. They don’t call it the Platinum Package for nothing.”

“God you really are pathetic. I’m keeping this husk for the long haul. Say goodbye to this perky ass and this meaty chest. All of it gone. Your cobblestone abs, mine now. Your toned legs, mine now. Everything, your styled blond hair, your chiseled jaw, your piercing blue eyes, even your athletic hands and cute manicured toes. All mine now.” *leans back into mat*

“Now get lost and let me catch some rays.”

[betweenthelinesfiction]

Couples Cosplay

Disclaimer: The images in this one are AI ones from Instagram.

My boyfriend and I love cosplay. There’s something hot as hell about dressing up and pretending to be someone else. We’d spend whole weekends at conventions, me dressed as some lithe, twinky character, and my boyfriend would suit himself up in some hunky armour or soldier suit. We’d pose for photos all day, smiling at the camera as it captured the fantasy that we both loved. Then we’d go home and fuck like rabbits as we took our roleplay to a whole new level. But that’s where things started to come unstuck.

I loved my boyfriend, truly. I’d do anything for him. He was kind, funny, and he absolutely adored me. But his real self, his physical self, just didn’t match the hunky dom personas he loved to cosplay as. Those perfect photos of Geralt wrapping Jaskier in a protective arm? Two slender Asian guys with hardly any size on them, except for their perky bubble butts. The hot roleplay we did where Master Chief fucked my brains out? It was my boyfriend valiantly ploughing me with an XL dildo, trying to keep up the fantasy as he furiously pumped his own tiny cock. As I said, I love the man, but part of me wanted, no, needed more. I craved being dwarfed and enveloped by a bear of a man who could wrap his huge, powerful arms around me and make me feel safe. And then fill me completely with a truly monstrous cock that would put the dildo to shame…

The craving began to gnaw at me. It was a growing ache. An emptiness that my boyfriend, for all his love and affection, just couldn’t fill. So my attention started to wander. I went back on the dating sites, looking for massive guys who were looking for a twinky guy like me. I sifted through endless profiles of ordinary guys, some claiming to be beasts who usually vastly oversold their assets. A surprising number were eager subs, wanting me to top them, which was the exact opposite of what I was craving.

Then, I found Rich.

Rich wasn’t just big. He was massive. His profile was filled with photos of gym selfies of him towering over the other gymgoers, making them look like children. The mirror shots where his bulky body filled the entire frame were a sight to behold, and his more subtle body shots showed an outline of something thick and weighty between his legs that made my breath catch. He was the type of guy who had, by all accounts, spent his entire life being the biggest in any room he entered.

The more I chatted with Rich, the more fascinated I became. He revealed he'd been the chubby linebacker in school, hulking over everyone with sheer mass. But one day, he'd decided he wanted more than just being the big guy who could carry the ball a few yards before being exhausted or the one people would tease in the locker room because he couldn’t see his toes. He wanted to be someone people loved and respected. And above all, wanted.

Eight years of relentless, obsessive lifting later, he'd turned his pudgy, bloated frame into the ultimate alpha male physique: a chest so thick and beefy it strained the fabric of his shirts, arms as thick as my torso, and shoulders so wide he had to turn sideways to get through most doorways. And yet, thanks to a healthy dose of bigorexia and a lingering shyness, he’d only recently built up the courage to come out and start dating. The ultimate alpha, his metaphorical training wheels on, looking for someone to break him in. The irony was delicious.

And boy did I break him. The moment he appeared at the door, all sweaty and pumped after a workout, I was all over him. I buried my face in his damp armpit, inhaling the musky, primal scent. Kneading his swollen arms, the meaty muscle barely giving way beneath my hands.  I was practically climbing all over him as he flexed for me.

I licked the salty sweat off his pectorals, tracing a damp trail down his massive chest, following the dark hair that narrowed down his abdomen. The sensation was practically orgasmic for him; I felt the shivers that wracked his body, his breath catching in his throat. This was the trigger. The shift.

That’s when he started to take control, like some sort of deep-seated alpha instinct was finally unleashed by my worship. His meaty hands clamped onto my bubble butt, lifting me clean off the ground as if I weighed nothing. My legs instinctively wrapped around his thick waist, and he crushed me against his hard body, his mouth descending on mine, his tongue plunging into my throat.

As we made out, my feet dangling a metre above the floor, I felt one of his huge, meaty digits slip into my pants and start circling my hole. I quivered under the confident, rough caress, his finger calloused from years of pumping iron. Then, with a slow, deliberate pressure, he forced that single finger past my defenses, pushing deep inside me. My eyes went wide. This brute's finger was thicker, more substantial than my boyfriend's entire cock. That thin, pathetic thing would jackhammer into my ass, trying in vain to fill me. But this… this finger was strong, thick, and demanding. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips as a second finger slipped in, stretching me out for what was to come.

And come it did. After a few minutes of expert loosening, I felt the fingers pull out, a hot slickness left behind. He roughly shucked his gym shorts, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams from the sheer size of what they contained. Then, something else, huge, thick, and searingly warm, rubbed against my ass.

"You want this, don't you?" he rumbled, his voice low against my ear. "My massive fucking cock stretching you out. Making you scream my name"

Of course I did. My ass was practically begging for it. This was everything I’d ever wanted, ever craved, made real. And now it was here, my body could hardly contain the anticipation. I started to paw at his chest, kneading the hard muscle like a cat. "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse and desperate. "Fuck me."

He smirked, "Well, since you asked so nicely."

That cocky smirk was the last thing I saw before my vision went white, a blinding explosion of pleasure and pain. It was bigger, so much bigger, than any dildo Leo and I had ever attempted. I could feel my hole stretching to the absolute limit, groaning under the pressure, to accommodate the thick mushroom head. As the first few inches of the shaft pushed inside,  I arched my back, my hips bucking instinctively against him. He grunted, a deep, satisfied sound, as he slowly lowered me down further, another few inches of his immense cock at a time. I was wailing at this point, my body pushed to the absolute edge of what it could take. "Please, I can't take any more! It's too much!"

"Hell, I’m not even halfway on it yet," he whispered, his voice teasing me. He snickered to himself, then lowered me down another inch on his bulging fuck stick. I was going wild, clawing at his chest, my nails digging into his hard flesh, unable to control the exquisite agony and overwhelming pleasure rocking through my entire body. "That last inch was for me," he tauntingly whispered in my ear.

With that, he began to pump his hips, slowly pulling his cock out until only the head remained, before sliding it back into me with agonizing pace. My ass was on fire, every single nerve ending firing through flashes of searing pain and overwhelming pleasure. I knew he was enjoying it just as much, my tight hole wrapping snugly around his giant cock, even if only half of it could fit in. He fucked me like a man possessed; no traces of shyness remained.

I’m embarrassed to say how quickly I came. And then came again. My body just couldn’t take the pleasure this intense, my load painting the dark hair on his torso. But not him. His body was built for this. I lay in his arms, spent after blowing my load several times, but he just kept going, using my exhausted body like a willing sex toy. Faster. Slower. Different positions. Each time stretching me further. Using me. Letting all that primal lust build inside him until, with a roar, he came. The load was so impossibly huge, it painted my insides, then began spilling out and trickling down my legs. The last thing I remembered was staring up at his sweaty, triumphant face in absolute bliss as the orgasm rocked over him, and I finally, blissfully let the world slip away.

I woke up about half an hour later in my bed. I could hear someone moving around in the toilet, followed by the deep, resonant sound of a heavy stream of piss. “Damn, I must have been out for an hour”, I thought, as a smile crept across my lips. It was everything I’d ever fantasised it would be.

I got up, my muscles pleasantly sore, and went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face to freshen up. Just as I reached for the tap, two heavy arms, impossibly thick and strong, wrapped around me from behind. I melted into his embrace before realising he had the Master Chief mask on. I smiled to myself. That mask, on that body. My boyfriend basically looked like a Spartan.

“Couldn’t wait to see how it looked, could you?” I teased, nuzzling against his thick forearm.

"Couldn't help myself," he rumbled, the voice deep and powerful. "And besides, it's the only part of the costume that still fits me."

"To be fair, I think I'd prefer you with the costume off for a bit," I said, my fingers dancing along the immense, hard muscle of his arm, tracing one of the thick veins that snaked along beneath the skin. "There's plenty to explore before we jump into roleplay again."

With a soft chuckle, my boyfriend pulled off the helmet, revealing his new handsome face, framed by a thick neck and square jaw. He placed the helmet carefully on the counter before reaching down and wrapping his big arms around me once more, pulling me so tight against his chest that I could feel his heartbeat.  "Thanks so much, babe," he said, his new, deep voice a warm vibration against my neck. "This is incredible."

"No problem babe," I said, closing my eyes and enjoying the powerful yet tender embrace. "Like I always said, I'd do anything for you."

It had been simple, really. Calling upon the ancient spirit demons of my ancestors to drag Rich’s soul off to the spirit world was a bit of a challenge, yes, but once his body was an empty husk, the summoning ritual to pull the unsuspecting soul of my boyfriend into Rich’s vacated body was surprisingly easy. Then all there was left to do was watch as my boyfriends' scrawny soul grew and swelled, feeding on leftover spirit energy to expand to fill every inch of Rich’s hulking body. After a few rather hot minutes where I could hardly keep my hands off myself, his soul had molded itself perfectly, mirroring and firmly bonded to his new, immense form. He hardly even had time to open his eyes to recognise what had happened before I had begun climbing all over him, unable to contain my lust any longer.

Back in the present, my boyfriend flexed his bicep under my hand, making it swell even bigger, the muscle fibres rippling under my touch. You ready to go again?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with a ravenous hunger. "Like you said, there's a lot to discover about this new body. A lot of power."

I swallowed, feeling the soreness of my thoroughly battered hole, but a thrill shot through me. I was always ready to please my man. "Let's cuddle for a bit first," I suggested, melting into his embrace, feeling utterly safe and utterly cherished within his vastness. "Then… let's see if I can take a few more inches."

"Good enough for me!" he said, grinning like a schoolboy as he picked me up, effortlessly, and slung me over his shoulder. I squealed, laughing. "Put me down, you big oaf!" I said playfully, pretending to smack his meaty traps.

But I didn’t want him to put me down. Not now. Not ever.

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[dewesker1998]

Mission: Hijack

There was a two particular people in the military named Piel and Bones. Bones started off as a E3 who graduated College with his associate degree and intended to get his Bachelor.

Piel intended to get his degree after serving time in the military. Both would end up in different areas in there basic training. Piel went to 11A and trained for close combat while Bones went to 11C which trained not only to become melee soldiers who specialize in melee combat but were the brain of 11A as far as strategy and weapon distribution was concerned.

Now Bones and Piel go way back, they went to the same school for most of their childhood but didn’t come in contact until High School. They were what you would call rival, Bones was intelligent and had a degree of athleticism, but he was usually the planner on sports team due to his basic understanding of the sport, where as Piel was not all to intelligent to had natural talent, he was highly athletic and possessed natural leadership and charisma. He knew just how to rile the team up and get everyone to lock in to win. Both were as far as people were concerned were an unstoppable duo when they worked together.

Once Basic training was completed they came together in their infantry position under there team commander who separated them in groups. For a time, it was like the good old days in school, but a rumor went out that came to be true about someone retiring and one of the teammates would be elected as infantry.

“So you heard about that rumor about our group leader dropping off, rite, said Bones.

Yea, I wonder who will take his place, said Piel.

Well one of the sergeant spoke to one of us and they already have there candidates, but they much choose only one of them. said another soldier.

Really, how will they elect them, said Bones.

Well, all ten are really good, but strangely enough, it might be down to a vote, said another soldier.

Wow, I wonder who those ten are, there’s like a 100 of us at least in a infantry group, says Bones.

Well it’s also good to note that they also look at candidates that are graduating from there 20 weeks in basically training. said another soldier.

Oh yea, don’t they also have a assistant also, so it’s two people then, says Bones.

A months past since then and they finally decided who those two candidates are and it’s a surprise for everyone.

All right soldier, round up, said one of the soldiers. Come on, hurry up, hur-ry up, said the Sergant sounding like an old western country man.

“”All right, so I’m aware that you received a rumor that you will receive two new leaders because one of our great leaders are moving forward to better things, but as any theater, the show must go on.”

“So, who will be those selected few that will continue to lead this great team to victory and continue the fight for our great nation” said Sergant.

“The two candidates of the infantry group are Piel and Bones”, said Sergant.

And so was the new leaders, but behind the scenes of this there were an unhappy few who were envious of this.

See Piel and Bones were not the only two who joined military from there school and made it in the group after basic training, but there were other two who despite working as a team with them, never really liked them.

The names were Vestis and Tyre, they always hated these two because they were always the favorite on there team, due to this, they were overlooked as leader. Moreover, just the mere presence of them always took the spotlight whether it was because of there skill and looks, which they believed made there lives easy, whereas no matter how hard they kept working and even when sick didn’t miss a day, no praise.

But that is all gonna change for Vestis and Tyre, they had a special talent in the sacred arts which allowed them to do extraordinary things, like turn anyone into a meatsuit that allowed them to not only wear there victims and but become them entirely.

All they needed was to get them alone and they could have them as flesh suits, but they had a plan.

One day, Vestis who is the mastermind, called Piel and Bones to the weapon room claiming that he needed a second count on the weapons cause he thinks there missing some.

So the three went into the room, which was separated from the group who were out training. As soon as they turned there backs, Vestis used a syringe to Bones neck before he could react, while Piel was distracted by the attack on Bones, within a split second, Tyre grabbed Piel in a chokehold and did like manner to him.

When Piel and Bones awoke, they were unable to move due to the muscle relaxer injection that made them unable to move there limbs.

Hello, it’s about time you woke up, said Vestis.

What’s the meaning of this, why have you done to us?, said Bones.

“Yea, about that, I think it’s time for you to retire,”

“And by retire, I mean from life, your days of shining are about to come to an end, but lucky for you, your identity will live on” said Tyre followed by Vestis.

“So if your not gonna kill us, then what, your gonna betray us to the other team or just leave us here until someone comes to check this room and have you kicked out for kidnapping us, said Bones.

No, I have a better idea, said Vestis as he dug into his pocket to pull a knife.

Are you gonna torture us with that, said Piel.

Your suppose to be the smart one, Piel, said Tyre.

“It’s not about hurting you, it about becoming you, so we can take what we worked hard.” says Vestis.

You won’t get away with this, said Bones.

“You always had to be the center of attention, I’m not gonna miss that, said Vestis as he use the magic knife to slash Bones back after turning him over on the floor.

There was no blood, but a dark void emanating from the slash akin to a rift. A void literally waiting to be filled and so it was.

Vestis took off his clothes as he entered that void emanating from Bones. Bones was alert in this process and he was screaming, not because of the pain, he felt nothing, but from the intrusion of Vestis and the inability to move due to the muscle relaxer. Vestis, once he was into Bones body of skin, he began situating himself by inserting himself into the former limbs of Bones. One could see Bones’s body spasming from Vestis fitting process.

Once the limbs were in Bones skin, Vestis tried inserting his cock into Bones cock which was a pretty erotic and funny process like a tiny cock fitting an XL condom, it took a Boner from Vestis to fit Bones cock which wasn’t at full growth. Lastly was the head which went through bones head, he felt the head go through his neck as he was now unified with the body of Bones.

Ahhhh, this feel great, I feel like I never change, “I am Bones” said Vestis.

Alright bro, your turn, said Vestis to Tyre.

The same process was like manner with Tyre after he jumped Piel. They all went about there new military position as Bones and Piel.

(Months later) When not at work, they were enjoying the status at bars even gay bars, apparently a new identity gave them more incentive to explore sexuality.

As for Piel and Bones, they along with Vestis and Tyre still could witness and feel everything they experience but are nothing more than the very skins of there old selves, just the image and not the body.

[unexpected-possessions]

[elysianfit]

“You like what you see?” The man smirked knowingly as he sauntered towards the pale, husky guy hiding under his shirt despite the beautiful beach weather.

Adam couldn’t believe that inside that tanned hunk in front of him was his darling boyfriend Frederick, first in class for three years straight and early graduate.

Frederick, now Fred, flexed and showed off his new hide. He allowed the dumbfounded Adam to grope him out in the open at this beach. Anyone who glanced over would’ve been shocked at the intimacy between such a well trimmed adonis and the admiring overweight commoner. They’d be even more shocked at the growing members hiding under each man’s shorts. But they didn’t care. They would have all the fun.

After all, this was Fred’s senior thesis - a remote brainwave transfer device that allowed the user to transfer his consciousness to any individual he pointed the device to. Although the charge only allowed him to stay inside his host for ten hours at a time, that was plenty of time for Adam and Fred to enjoy their summer vacation out on the Greek isles. In fact, the device’s limitations were a blessing in disguise; both men could use it to explore more bodies throughout their week long trip.

Adam got an idea. It was only Monday... maybe Fred could get him a host for tonight so they could really liven up the dance floors at the clubs along the island’s coast. Or maybe they could explore each other in their intimate hotel room. The possibilities...

[unexpected-possessions]

[guys-moments]

[max-the-many]

This crew is just too good. It's yet the third of them I try this evening. I think it get's suspicious to act like 'I'm' leaving before I slip into the next one.

But its just too tempting to try one more...

[zanephillips]

Tommy III (2013)

[dewesker1998]

Possession Obsession

It all started in High school, Jack was a jock who was an athlete, he played sports and was for the most part pretty popular, but he was not like most jocks personality wise, he lack the arrogance or in his case confidence to trust his own intelligence. However this differed from his nerd counterpart name Narco, who was confident for the most part and despite being somewhat decent in appearance, he was actually intelligent and pretty extroverted when is came to socializing, one could say he was a social butterfly.

One day, Jack dated a girl named Destiny who he really liked, she asked him out early on in the school year and they dated for a few weeks, until she broke up with him for one of his jock teammates who she had an affair with throughout the relationship, rather than spare him, she made it known to her peers spreading rumors that she dumped Jack. This caused Jack credibility as a jock to be ruined and rather than try to fight back, he tolerated it which made him look weak and became a running joke.

Jack was so broken that for a while, to avoid humiliation he didn’t even have to strength to be around his teammates and if it weren’t for the sake of school, he wouldn’t even show up and be in his room all day like on the weekends.

However, his luck changed on day when he meet Narco, who saw him sitting at a table by himself with a hood over his head.

Hey aren’t you Jack, that jock who was one of the athletes on the sports team, said Narco.

I was, said Jack.

What happened, someone passed away or you suffered a injury, said Narco.

No, I just don’t want to have any negative spotlight on me, especially after I dated this girl once, said Jack.

You left the team for a girl, said Narco trying to understand.

No, I left because what the break up left my reputation with and how people view me on campus, I’m a laughing joke, said Jack.

Well, you can’t hide forever, you can’t let some stupid jerks and some cruel girl just make you give up on life, which you still have ahead of you, said Narco.

Well, when you put it like that, I guess I never thought of it that way. I have something else I would like to ask you, said Jack.

What is it?, said Narco.

I haven’t been doing well in my grades, see when I left the sports team, I also lost the advantage of not really needing to try and do my schoolwork and now I haven’t really been doing well, moreso since I been to discouraged to put in effort, said Jack.

What are you asking, you need help to study, said Narco.

Yes, I could use your help, said Jack.

Sure thing Jack, said Narco.

Oh sorry, what’s your name so I can properly address you, said Jack.

My name is Narco, said Narco.

It was at this moment, a start of a friendship between the 2 begin. So Narco helped him improve his grades and due to the assistance, Jack didn’t just pass, but he managed to make the top 10 in the school.

Once Jack manages to get his confidence back up through this time, he even decided to get back into playing sports again and as a result, when he started practicing again, he lead the team to victory.

After Jack and Narco graduated, both went different paths in life, but still remained close, especially since Narco managed to become a Salesman and Jack due to not only exceeding in academics, but also received a scholarship to go college.

Jack went to school to complete his general education and to become a part of law enforcement.

Jack and Narco continued to live together and it’s been 2 years since graduation.

At this time, Jack began to discover new things about his identity, one being that he was bisexual and wanted to have relationships with guys.

The problem was that he didn’t have confidence in this field since he never really interacted with them other than school, however, there was a guy name Lance, who Jack saw in a purple suit. He was attracted to him and wanted to talk to him.

Jack then went to Narco for his help.

Hey Narco, said Jack.

Hey Jack, how was your day, you look exhausted bro, said Narco.

Nothing man, just work, school and same old shit, said Jack.

It seems more than that, you seem more worried than ever before and it’s been a while, said Narco.

Well, I meet this guy, said Jack

And what happened, did you talk to him, said Narco.

See, that’s the thing, I’m not sure I can and I need your help, said Narco.

You want me to talk to him for you, said Narco holding back a chuckle.

No, I need your assistance, you now like a wingman, after all your all pretty socially intelligent guy and you make friends easily, said Jack.

Ok, I got a confession that I never told anyone, said Narco.

What is it, said Jack.

I have a special ability that allows me to possess anyone I want, said Narco.

So like a ghost, like Casper and his uncles, first off your still alive and second I think you watch way too much tumblr stories, hehe, said Jack laughing.

But possession isn’t actually real, Narco, said Jack.

I can, let me prove it, said Narco.

Alright then, I’ll humor you, what do I need to do, stand, open my mouth or can you just walk into me, said Jack.

Well I have my ways, first we need to remove our clothes, said Narco.

Why, you can’t phase through them, said Jack.

Well yes, inorganic objects can’t merge Jack, I can only possess living matter, which you without clothes, said Narco.

So both took of there clothes.

Alright, now do you want me to enter the front or the back, said Narco.

The back, said Jack as he sat in the chair thinking over the absurdity of this.

Alright, here I come, you will feel a lot of euphoria like sex basically, but no real pain of course, said Narco.

So Narco started grabbing Jack’s back and merging his legs with Jack along with his other limbs.

Once that process started, he then begin sticking his cock into Jack, and though it physically merged with him like his body, Jack felt like someone was anal penetrating him and it felt amazing.

Lastly, Narco pushed his chest further into Jack and then merged there together. It was at this point when the process was completed, Jack went unconscious and failed to the ground.

After a minute passed, his eyes shot open, but Narco was in full control.

He began to blink his eyes a few times, then started to feel Jack chest and proceed to flex his muscles.

Not just satisfied with feeling them, he also went to a mirror in the house and begin feeling and flexing Jack muscles in it.

Your not just for looks, your the total package, of course I knew as much but seeing and feeling in your body it’s incredible, said Narco.

He then went into Jack consciousness to get his attention.

Hey Jack, you in there, said Narco.

Yeah man, why am I looking in the mirror, I was just out there, said Jack slowly gaining awareness of the situation.

Jack, i’m in your body man, said Narco.

What, where are you, said Jack as he look around not knowing Narco gave him control of his body momentarily.

Look in the mirror, that’s where I am, said Narco almost sarcastically.

Your me, I can hear you but not see you, said Jack.

I allow you control, watch this, said Narco as he regain control of Jack’s body.

Narco started flexing Jack muscles in the mirror to show off the control.

What I’m not doing that, so you are inside of me, said Jack.

Pretty impressive right, said Narco.

That’s sick, said Jack both shocked and impressed by Narco ability.

So can you help me with talking to this guy, said Jack to Narco.

You bet, just leave it all to me or you technically, haha.

Just leave it all to me and sit back and relax bro, said Narco.

Awesome, said Jack.

So Jack( also Narco in his body) got dressed to go to the bar.

Yea, you may want the gray tank top bro, that would look badass, this may cause you to blend in, black colors do that, said Narco.

Time passed and they finally made it to the gay bar.

As they walked, the music was loud playing heavy metal and the people were dancing and other were sitting, talking to there friends in there respective groups.

Wow, I never been to a gay bar, lead alone a bar, said Jack.

Never, you really got to get out more, this is where you start social circles and meet people, said Narco.

As Narco(in Jack’s body) looks around he sees a particular man in a group.

That’s him, said Jack to Narco.

Who exactly, said Narco.

The one that’s getting up to leave and headed towards the bar, said Jack.

They Lance go take a seat at bar waiting to be served.

Let’s head towards him, said Jack.

So Narco(in Jack’s body) goes towards Lance.

I would like 2 shots of tequila, said Lance.

Just when he asked for his order for tequila shots Narco says,

Make that triple and I’ll take the tab, said Narco to the server.

Hey, my name is Jack.

Crazy night, right, said Narco.

Yeah it definitely is, said Lance.

I’ve never heard music like this at the bar, said Narco.

This music plays a lot at this one, I guess you don’t go to bars much, said Lance.

My name is Lance by the way, said Lance to Jack.

Well Lance, it’s nice to meet you, said Narco.

Say have we meet before, said Lance.

Unless we go to college, than probably not, said Narco.

Now I remember, you go to my school, your that athletic guy who sits in the front of the class,

I wouldn’t have the guts to do that, haha, said Lance.

In the mid conversation, Narco(in Jack’s body) excused himself for a moment.

Narco then went to the bathroom depossessing Jack and proceeded to talk.

Alright, I think you got it from here, just be you and talk about your school and about yourself, said Narco.

You sure I got it, what if I fall short and need help, said Jack.

Trust me, you got this, I wouldn’t leave you in a bad situation, said Narco.

Plus, he seems to be attracted to you already, said Narco.

Thanks, also how are you gonna leave, since your not possessing me, you don’t have clothes, said Narco.

Simple, I’ll just possess someone else until I get home, not a problem, plus while i’m at it, I can get me a night stand with a guy and when there tired get there clothes to come home, said Narco comedically.

You seem to have this well thought out, alright I leave you to it.

So the night went great, they drinked and talked about school, one another and through out it all, the were getting closer, even shared a moment.

Four months passed as they spent more time together, they went to the movies to watch a horror comedy, went out to a dinner and when done with school, took a walk on the beautiful campus enjoying the scene and nature.

But this came to a sudden end one day when Jack was expecting him to come over and when he never showed, he called him.

Hey Lance, is everything good, said Jack.

Yeah, I was actually going to call you, said Lance.

Well, I was worried, you didn’t show up and I was worried, said Jack.

Yeah, so I have a confession, said Lance.

What is it, you can tell me anything, said Jack.

It’s over, I don’t want to continue a relationship with you, said Lance.

Before Jack could speak, Lance quickly hung up over the phone, the only sound he heard was the phone beep as it hung up.

This left Jack in a very low state and wanting to distance from other this isolating himself.

For the next few months, he didn’t go out to the Bar and only remain willful enough to focus on his studies and classes to achieve his goals with his only and closest friend Narco.

However, as the days went on, since Narco was promoted to lead at his job as a salesman and he spent time around people who invited him to place, even trips outside of the city.

Jack was left alone more and in hopes of meeting new people or just to be a part of society, he went back out and wanted to get back in his old social group. But not long after, he met a new man who has been in that group since he been out, his name being Trez.

They all introduced him to Trez and like manner to Jack asking him about where his been and what happened while he was away. As the conversation continues, Trez and Jack begin to go more in depth, finding out that they both went to the same college and would be attending the same classes.

So they hung out, studying together, going out place that they both liked and even visited each other houses. After 4 months, there relationship took a much personal tone when one day, Trez came to spend the night and Jack and Narco apartment.

As they were sitting close enough lot take up any distance that would keep them apart in the chair, they were watch a movie.

Hey Trez, you enjoying the movie, said Jack.

Not as much as I’m enjoying your company, said Trez smile as they looked at one another eyes as though they could see the best in one another.

Yeah, I’m enjoying the movie too, said Jack asking he is playfully slapped by Narco making each other laugh.

The environment that was still and warm, became passionate and heated as they started kissing one another. As they proceeded to brew with passion, it escalated to wanting to take it to Jack’s room where they continued round 2.

Trez and Jack takes off there clothes and proceed to kiss again as Trez pushed Jack towards the bed kissing him all over. Trez then removes his boxers and then helps Jack removes his after heard saying.

Do you want this Jack, said Trez.

I want it, I want right it now, said Jack in the most sexual masculine tone a man can speak.

Trez not delaying, playfully pushes Jack towards the bed.

Turn over, said Trez as he takes the lead role in the room.

Pressing up against Jack back as there skin touches one another, Jack back to Trez hard and muscular chest starts kissing Jacks neck hard and back with such passion that Jack can’t contain his moans of pleasure.

Trez then began to start sticking his tougue in Jack’s asshole, eating it out with such curiosity that Jack was squeezing his bed as one clinging to dear life as he moan in ecstasy.

Trez proceeds to stick his thick rod in Jack’s asshole thrusting it in and out with such skill, it didn’t take long for Jack to become fully erect.

Before Jack can start rubbing one out, Trez doesn’t allow it to happen as while thrusting he grabs Jack’s hands and press them in a surrender position against the bed.

Jack’s moans of pleasure as Trez takes it to the next level that they can be heard a few rooms down.

As the climax is finally reached, Trez proceeded to thrust while Jack continued to receive it as he tighten his ass muscle around his cock.

When both could no longer contain it as they blew their loads, Trez into Jack’s hole and overwhelmed with that climax he shot his all over his abs, bed and floor.

Tired and exhausted they lie next to one another, wrapped in each other manly embrace of passion as they slept.

Little did they know, Narco already home that night, heard everything and saw them in bed together: thinking.

[semischarmed]

Projection

Have I ever told you about how the astral plane works? So, here’s a little secret about me. I’ve been dabbling the past few years a little in lucid dreaming. Well, it turns out I have a knack for it, and it’s amazing, I can go around doing whatever I want. I climbed Mount Everest, flew through the skies, visited Paris. The possibilities are literally endless. And, me being me, I like to go around in these dreams trying different ways at possessing people.

Of course, since it’s still a dream at the end of the day, the experience is somewhat detached. As fucking hot as it is, flooding my dream self inside my hot neighbor, or phasing into that cute barista at the Starbucks down the street, I always wake up to a sense of disappointment. There’s only so much the brain can make up. I’m not particularly smart or imaginative either, so it honestly feels like half my energy is spent just trying to maintain that dream.

So that led me to try other means. Of course, the next logical step was astral projection. Unlike a dream, when you project, you yourself are experiencing the world- the real world. I wanted to try my hand at projecting into people.

I found a book online that detailed specific steps on how to achieve this. I think this was where the trouble began. In addition to being a great lucid dreamer, I was apparently an astral projection savant. The book mentioned it could take months before I could manifest my full body outside the physical plane, and years before I could untether and explore the world. It took me two days before I was able to leave my own body and jump inside people.

All things considered, astral projection is a bit of a dead end. I thought I’d be able to jump inside people, control them, live as them, fuck as them, the works. Well, the human body is resilient. It knows what soul belongs in it, so there’s not much to do inside someone, you can’t really influence what they do, and people seem to pick up on the odd sensation of someone else being in the room with them, so even when I do jump inside someone masturbating or fucking, half of them stop on the spot. Still, when you’re in someone who’s a little more fearless, you feel their body as them, and, let me just say, it’s hot being inside someone when they masturbate. It’s like feeling your own hand do the deed, but you feel it as them. You feel every muscle, every feeling, every thought. The hot ones kind of suck at it, but the afterglow is pure bliss.

This book gives one strange rule on projection though: Twins, especially identical ones, are unique. They hold a special bond. “Do not project into a twin.” Given this ominous warning and my curiosity, and given how much of an expert I already was at this whole projecting thing, I had no choice but to try.

———

The first time I projected into a twin, was magical. Of course, I knew immediately who I wanted to test this on. The hot twins who lived down the street who were especially close. They seemed to have different people over all the time so at the very least, they were active. I had my sights on one particular twin: Chase. Goddamn what a specimen.

I decided to go into a sleeping Chase as a trial run during one of my late nights. The twins apparently slept on the same bed, which was a bit weird but was perhaps a testament to to their closeness. I thought it was kind of cute. Like with all projection, the body resists the intrusion and I have to claw my way into him. Easy enough.

Chase’s twin Caleb immediately stirred with eyes closed in confusion- “Chase… are you there?” The slumbering Chase did not respond. Upon closer inspection, I caught sight of Caleb’s slumbering form talking to the spirit of Chase that he took inside himself. Oh shit does this mean what I think it means? Then I decided to move inside Chase’s body while his form followed my spirit’s commands. I knew it.

The first thing I did once I realized I had full control of Chase, of course, was to start playing with this new dick. In my excitement, I was immediately drawn back into my own form, awoken by my raging hard-on. Damn it! Fucking tease. I decided to finish beating it out, with Chase’s hot bod on my mind and a resolve from then on to get better at this projecting thing and stay longer inside him.

I made a fascinating discovery that day- a discovery that had probably prompted that ominous message in the first place. Twins are already naturally connected in spirit, so when you astral project into a twin, you can displace them and the owner’s spirit actually has a welcome place to go.

———

The second time I projected into a twin, I went into the wrong one. Equally unfortunate  was that they seemed to have just had a fight, sitting in and angry silence before going to their respective rooms. I really should have done more research as far as who lived where because the person’s back that I slammed into was none other than Caleb. Likewise, it was apparently possible for twins to resist the displacement. This one was a fighter. The first thing I try to do in his body is flow into each limb and untether him. This proved to be fruitless, as he was easily able to fend off my attacks, kicking me right out of his body. I wasn’t one to lose a challenge so I again attempted a different route this time, concentrating all of me into his mind- control the mind and the body follows. Failure again. My final route was perhaps the cruelest, I expanded and positioned my soul to encompass all of him and began an all out barrage for control of his bod. Back and forth, my spirit squeezed in and out into him from all sides until he could no longer defend himself.

Finally, his soul submitted and I felt an emptying motion, accompanied by a quick shout from the other room. “H-What the fuck!” Chase barged in, visibly shaking, hands on his head in a mix of pain and confusion. He looked at me intently with an emotion I could not attribute. In response I gave a quick smirk and flipped him off with his own body before stating “Caleb, you’re pretty cute too. You like this? This is mine now.” As I start doing poses with his body, the emotion of my temporary twin became clear. Desire.

I stripped shirtless and began doing push-ups with his body, easily clearing 70 before finally breaking a sweat. I stood up and raised my Caleb arms, imbuing the room with his scent. Caleb looked on from Chase’s body with silent intent.

I then used Caleb’s nose to sniff his own armpits, used his own tongue to lick it clean, used his own mouth to flash him a demented smile. “Caleb, you taste very good, just like your hot brother,” I stated “-cmon, join meeee Chase… let’s do something sacrilegious” I ended with a wink. Of course, my fucking body woke up again, just when it was getting good. In the process, Chase also fell unconscious, as the real Caleb returned to himself. As I felt the last of my spirit be pulled back, and the waking world return, I caught the troubling sight of Caleb, back inside his own body, furiously masturbating over the events that had transpired.

——-

The third time I projected into a twin, he fell into depravity with me. Truth be told, I was again making a beeline right for Chase because, come on, look this face. Just as I was about to claim that tight ass, I felt myself get dragged into Caleb. A-fucking-gain. This time felt different though- he was still in the body with me. That in itself wasn’t too odd, given our fight from last time, but even  stranger this time around was that his body was willing. It readily welcomed my soul. His form followed my spirit’s every move, yet I still felt his soul present, compliant. I decided to do what I meant to do in Chase and began masturbating. At the end of the day, they were twins after all, Caleb was still fucking hot to cum through, and I was not one to miss an opportunity.

“Well I think today’s little trip is gonna be a two-for one” I said with his voice as I finished. I then purged myself from Caleb’s physical form and headed straight for Chase until I felt a part of my current body pull me back. My spectral form attempted to claw myself back towards Chase, but Caleb’s pull had been too strong. He wasn’t letting me go. My spirit recoiled and slammed right back into his and I felt a part of myself stain Caleb. “I didn’t say you could leave,” he commanded, forcing me to watch as he began to rub our body with his warm seed. Hot. We both brought some of it up to our shared mouth, taking in all that we had just completed. “If you want, I’ll let you go so you can go inside that asshole Chase”, he states, “Make him dirty like me…or I’ll have to”. That last line definitely threw me off. Though I meant to to investigate further, I again felt the pull of the waking world from my own body. He moaned a quick “thank you” before passing out.

The return trip to myself equally odd. The human body naturally resists a little before accepting a spirit, even when it’s the owner of that body but somehow mine accepted me with no push back. Something was off.

Still, being inside these twins was fucking hot and I was not going to let a few unfounded fears stop me. I set plans for my return trip to them.

———

The fourth time I projected into a twin was also the most impactful. I once again aimed for Chase, but immediately ran into a confusing sight…

Standing before me was Chase, or rather, Chase’s body, unconscious in frozen discomfort. As far as his soul, however, I could see its form convulsing and contorting in pain. I then catch sight of the cause of that pain- Caleb’s spectral form was somehow deep inside Chase’s filling into him. It’s like watching an infection in real-time.

I stood, or rather hovered, in silence at the bizarre display I had witnessed. Evidently, that was a mistake, because before I aimed to leave this terrifying sight and head back, I notice Chase’s unconscious form raise its head, turn right at me and give me a toothy, wicked smile. “I can see you”. Chase’s body licks its lips. “You probably didn’t know this but independent little Chase over here has been planning on leaving for a while now. Said we should split. Move to a different cities. Live out our own.” Chase’s body opens it’s eyes and starts walking to Caleb’s slumbering form. He leans over and starts making out with the unconscious Caleb. “Oh Caleb” he moans “Don’t worry. I’m never gonna leave you” Chase’s lips gently pry open Caleb’s and he snakes his tongue inside. Parts of Caleb’s cheek puff up and back down as Chase’s tongue explores every crevice. He sucks a little before letting out a satisfied sigh “so…so that’s what I taste like,” he says breathlessly.

Chase then starts playing with himself right next to his twin’s sleeping form and I couldn’t help but get a bit aroused. “You always were the hotter twin” Chase says to himself as he continues tracing his own calloused hands all over. His attention moves to the unconscious Caleb, who he stops first to ponder for a moment before beginning to pump. He then positions Chase’s mouth over his original body to expertly deepthroat his own dick. This stirs the Caleb body to life, and he makes them both finish on each other off.

With both bodies, Caleb finishes licking himself clean. “Since it’s all me over here, this is technically just masturbating” he says confidently, as if to justify the disturbing sight I just witnessed. Caleb then positions Chase’s sweaty body behind his and has Chase wrap his sweaty biceps into an embrace from behind. “Like I said bro [moan], I’m never leaving you”. Two amused pairs of eyes then look directly at me. “You’re never leaving us either right? We have to thank you somehow for this,” they say, gesturing at their incestuous selves. I am immediately creeped out. After thinking for a few seconds, they chime in unison “Welcome to the family! We have a present for you”. With that, Caleb drops unconscious. That was signal enough for me, giving me shock I need to head straight back for my body.

Of course, by the time I get there, I instead see my own self, sitting naked, eyes rolled back and moaning as he maneuvers my hands all over. I see him continue to explore me, twisting my nipples, which, fuck that feels good, masturbating me, using my own body to maneuver in ways I never did before. With Caleb inside, my body moves with a confidence I never had. The experience is surreal. The sheer pleasure more or less stuns my soul on the spot. When my physical body finishes cumming, Caleb brings our hands to scoop it up and, oddly, it tasted different- slightly salty, slightly sweet, slightly Caleb. He sniffs our armpit and, again, the scent was rank, putrid, and nothing I’ve ever created. What was coming out of my body was undeniably Caleb.

“Mmmmmm… property of Caleb now” he says with my voice, as he rubs my Caleb-smelling sweat all over. Admittedly this was kind of hot. With an assured stride that I didn’t know my body could perform, Caleb opens my door, greeted by a Chase carrying his own unconscious twin. Caleb brings my body to his own and starts defiling himself. He turns his own body around and starts fucking it with my penis. Fuck that also feels good. With each pump, his own body starts to animate, ever so slightly. When he finally cums, my physical form falls unconscious and Caleb stirs awake. I take this as my chance to get back inside me. Success.. and god with Caleb smeared all over me, I smell disgustingly good.

“You’ll never leave me, right?” The body in front of me questioned. I’m a bit taken aback and try to stammer out a response “Uh…-“ before I could finish, Chase penetrates me from behind. “That would be a no” He whispers before giving my ear a playful bite. Why did he have to be so cute. This whole series of events was something straight out of my dreams. Despite this, my self preservation instincts kick into overdrive. Whatever this is, however good this feels, I need to get out. Fast.

As if he could read my mind, Caleb’s body smiles as he makes his twin use his rough fingers to gently grab my hair and pull me back. He leans Chase over to give me a deep, sensual kiss. “Oh well, Chase isn’t here anymore. Caleb took me, all of me. We’ve always had a deep connection… but he wanted more-I trusted him and he used that love to get inside me, pervert my soul… he’s in so deep inside me now that Caleb is all that’s left.” He wipes his sweaty face all over mine and continues making out. He then starts gyrating his hips, pushing more of himself inside my body as the Caleb body does the opposite and swallows more of my still-hardened rod with his ass. I feel the throbbing almost impossibly deep inside me from Chase’s dick as they proceed. “Thank you for this” they moan in unison.

They continue humping me from both sides, locking me in a paralyzed bliss. “We wanted to give you something special for keeping us close” they say. Then I felt it in my soul. Caleb. He pulls my spirit out and with his twin souls begin to fuck me in the astral plane. The feeling is indescribable. Nirvana. Bliss. Ecstasy. Enveloped by and merged to Caleb and Chase’s spectral forms, completion. This could be me. This could be us forever.

Then reality snaps back and I am floating alone. I finally regain my composure I try to head back to my unconscious, smiling body. No dice. “Occupied” it says with a chuckle. I head for Chase’s instead, “mmmm getting close” it moans. My body grins wider and motions to the unconscious Caleb. He spits with both bodies at his own motionless form. “Go ahead, take you new place, Caleb”. With no other option, I fill into the empty Caleb shell.

Chase and my body then start fucking each other. Hard. Messy. He’s doing more things with my body that I didn’t even know was possible, and as the original owner of my body, and the current inhabitant of Caleb’s, I feel both motions amplified. Im sure he feels the same.

As Chase, he turns my body around, and again rams his thick dick inside. My body involuntarily gasps, which causes me to gasp inside of Caleb. He forces a wicked, dirty smile out of my body’s face as he plunges ever deeper. He slips Chase’s sweaty abs onto my body’s back, wraps tone, sweaty Chase biceps over mine into an armlock from behind and takes plump Chase lips into a quick peck on my body’s cheek. My body then sags unconscious. Despite the sight, the smell throughout the sweaty combination was undeniably just Caleb’s.

Chase’s eyes flutter and his body trembles as Caleb repossessed his twin’s body with the extra soul he stuffed mine with. With double the soul inside, Chase exudes double the vitality and in that sweaty embrace, Caleb again gyrated his twin’s body into mine as he fills it with double the seed- double the soul. “T-thank you for the house warming present. I’ll take real good care of you-you’ll take real good care of us” he moans, as Chase’s body now goes unconscious as well. Dread fills me.

Aside from the odd cases with twins, human bodies know who their masters are. The act of imbuing a soul into a different body is, in and of itself, unnatural. So it was at this point that my empty body starts involuntarily writhing, trying to escape. I see tears well in my closed eyes, still unconscious from effort. Of course, as Caleb, I motion to protect myself from whatever was going to occur next and set to pull my unconscious form off the Chase embrace. Before I could pull my body out of the entrapment, it shoots awake, face swinging upward to face me. Bright white eyes shoot open. Behind my skin I see a force pushing deep inside, stretching it unnaturally. The visage of Chase appears, beneath my flesh, wearing my face like a mask. Though it’s Chase’s spirit he melds, the smile growing is undeniably Caleb. When it all settles, eyes roll back into place. Instead of my normal eyes, Chase’s pale blue orbs appear in their place. The crooked smile grows to a laugh on my body, teeth looking odd, until I realize it was Chase’s own molars poking through my own mouth. He takes shallow breaths and smears more sweat around himself, and though I can’t place if it was my own body’s sweat or Chase’s, the smell emanating is fully Caleb. Bones crack, skin shivers and stretch and contract and construct and I feel, from my own soul, a massive wave of nausea.

If astral projection into another is, in itself, an unnatural act, astral displacement, astral merging was another layer of corruption entirely, it was unholy. He was changing something in me, fundamentally. Wave after wave of Chase’s flesh bleed into my body from Caleb’s onslaught. My nausea shifts into a unique pain, a pain of the soul, originating from where he stuffed my physical form full of Chase’s seed-Caleb’s seed, mixing and amalgamating us into a wholly new being. Musculature appears in place of the frame of my body’s previous shape as more and more of it is twisted and contorted. Then, perhaps in one last push of defiance, my body screams involuntarily, and I, in Caleb, scream.

“So you’ll never leave me, like he planned to” Caleb says, with a mix of my voice and his, as he rams the last, massive part of himself into my body. My physical form’s face contorts in discomfort one last time before Caleb settles it into satisfaction. “Look at us” he states as he runs vascular new hands over my body’s new face and then uses that new face to give me a seductive wink. “We’re cute as a button”. The transformation was complete- my old self no longer recognizable in the new brother he had created.

The change, of course, had hit my soul as well. From inside Caleb I screamed…convulsed…shook… moaned… you know, the works. When that last bit of Caleb dug inside my spirit and changed me, I truly felt him, felt my twin, felt his love. I’ll be a better Chase for him than Chase ever was. Our souls are bonded for life. I am a part of Caleb now, and he is a part of me. Everyone experiences it differently, but we’re all grateful after to have Caleb inside us, to be a part of something greater. I like to think I have the extra privilege of being his twin, new and improved, wearing his old body’s skin while he wears and controls mine. And sometimes, with his permission, I get to play around inside the others. Sometimes we switch and he lets me jump inside Chase, like I’m doing now. The only body off limits is my old one. I like to think that makes me special, it’s the only body Caleb keeps his soul in 100 percent of the time. It’s proof of our special connection. And he wears the new me so well, better than I ever could anyways.

And, well, that takes us to today doesn’t it? Why even tell you all of this? Caleb likes you. I like you. We like you. And we think it’s time to expand the family again. You got some good traits to work with- we’ll get a lot use out of that bod, after a few adjustments. You’re probably feeling a little sleepy now. Sorry, guilty, that was me. Oh this thick Chase dick you feel inching deeper inside your ass? Yep, obviously also me. But, cmon future bro, dig deeper, listen with your body. What else are you feeling? Do you feel our love, throbbing in you? Do you something else, leaking inside? Do you feel these calloused Chase hands pulling you ever deeper into us? Do you feel him? Do you feel Caleb already worming himself into you? Good. Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you. You’re gonna love us. We’re gonna be fucking hot together after we’re done with you. Welcome Home.

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Wanted to explore something a little different with this one. Hope y'all like it!

[postcumclarity]

Owen Devalk

[max-the-many]

Had him on standby while I was gone. So on it was with my little companion...

[possessedesires]

Sweet Revenge

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Sweet Revenge

Disclaimer: These photos were taken by a very dear friend of mine; all credit goes to him. Thank you very much, Aphelion.

Gavin was the perfect guy: Nice, an amazing athlete, always empathetic, with a perfect smile, dreamy hair, and a voice like velvet against your skin, and his scent...

His only flaw was his damn sister, Raquel. She was the typical queen bee of the university, mean, ironic, and sarcastic to the point of wounding with the slightest glance – the very image of arrogance in all its splendor.

That's what Nick hated about her, and dude, he have plenty of reasons to hate her; ever since they'd both started university, it seemed like she had no other purpose in life than to make the poor guy's life unbearable, making fun of his clothes, his appearance, even going so far as to call him "Fatty Nico". If they were ever on the same team for a class, he was guaranteed to end up doing all the work while Raquel just stared at her hair in the mirror and checked her perfect nails.

But everything worsened when "someone" leaked some of his very very… personal photos, scattered all over the university campus like hot pamphlets, fresh from a hellish oven. Nick's reputation plummeted deeper than the Mariana Trench. He was resentful, and unlike any other victim of her bullying, he had the perfect way to strike back in the most brutal way possible.

In a very... familiar way.

Nick was part of a lineage of dormant sorcerers and witches; generally, magic was always something sacred, without banal uses, much less malevolent ones like revenge, but he was fed up and utterly exhausted. Why did he have to keep putting up with an insecure bitch whose only pleasure could be derived from making others feel bad?

— Dolor in possessionem mutetur, et possessio mutetur in sanguinem eius quem maxime odi… – he murmured softly, seated around a pentagram, scattering grains of salt around him, his gaze fixed on a specific photograph in the center. The area was surrounded by candles, with a dark and tense atmosphere that made the quartz crystals, amethysts, and other delicate herbs almost crackle as he continued incantating. He took a piece of branch to wrap around a ball of red yarn, then took the photograph to wrap it as well, closing his eyes. Murmuring and continuing the wrapping with each incantation, he continued – Frater eius ultionis meae scopus sit... Conscientia mea in corpore eius habitat... Per eum desiderium meum impleatur!

A distant thunder sounded. Nick's body twisted backward, his face contorting as his eyes turned white. He mumbled a few things, as if still speaking Latin. His fingers tensed, and his mouth opened, unleashing a torrent of energy that shot through the ceiling, leaving his body on the floor, completely extinguished. The candles around him gradually went out until total darkness remained.

— Ugh… – Gavin groaned, shaking his head as he tried to concentrate on lifting one more rep of a weight. His whole body felt sweaty and sticky; his tank top was soaked in the armpit area. And although it seemed disgusting, he had no other choice. In reality… He had always been very sweaty. No matter how much deodorant and antiperspirant he used, he always ended up drenched in that foul stench. That was why he always tried to train at night when the university gym was empty. During exercise practices, he always brought an extra change of clothes because the first one was already smellier than any cheese with vinegar. The guy tried to lift another weight when he noticed the ceiling lights flicker for a while before returning to normal. He just sighed, refocusing on his routine, so much so that he didn't notice something spying on him – Just three more – he muttered with a grunt, pushing his body to the limit. His bicep bulged, his jaw clenched – Three... Two...

— One.

Just as he was about to pause to inhale on the last repetition, an invisible force forced its way into his mouth. The poor guy, completely unprepared, dropped the weight and was forced to swallow the invader. He collapsed to the floor without any resistance, beginning to writhe.

— UGHHHH! – he groaned with even more desperation. His entire body was writhing, plagued by spasms and uncontrollable movements. His eyes rolled back as if in a trance. He opened his mouth to spit out a little saliva along with his tongue. His pecs hardened against the fabric of his t-shirt, producing even more sweat from the uncontrollable effort coursing through his nervous system. He felt himself losing more and more control of his body. He couldn't feel his feet, his hands, anything in his torso. It was as if, little by little, he was fading away until nothing remained of him. He groaned in despair, feeling a final jolt of electricity before collapsing to the ground, his chest heaving, his pulse racing, erratic and uncontrollable.

Little by little, he calmed down until he opened his eyes, a reddish gleam blending with his irises before fading. He blinked a few times, bringing a hand to his head.

— Mfh… Maybe I should have waited for a calmer place – he murmured, his voice unfamiliar to him. It was higher-pitched, less athletic and imposing than usual. He looked down at himself, initially calm and even indifferent, before a mocking smile spread across his face, followed by a chuckle – No way – he whispered – Woah…

His hands went to his chest, raising and lowering it in disbelief. A huge grin was etched on his face. He raised his arms and began flexing them forcefully, fascinated by the way his biceps bulged, how the flesh came together to form a perfect mound of muscle he desperately wanted to sink his teeth into. He licked his lips, trying not to calm down, his areolas prickling and pressing like rocks against his sleeveless shirt.

— Damn, it feels so good to be you! – he let out another erratic laugh, lifting and lowering his legs on the tatami mat, his composure completely gone – Fuck, seriously, sorry Gavin, but hey… I've got a great body now, don't you think? 

He stood up and began pacing the empty gym until he found a mirror in front of him. He raised his arms again, launching into a parade of bodybuilder and almost superhero poses, a mix of ridiculousness and fascination. How his muscles looked, how tight his sweatpants felt, his biceps and those well-defined shoulders, and… 

— Shit, I have abs! – he exclaimed happily as he lifted his shirt to reveal his sculpted abdomen. He licked his lips like a madman. The outline in his pants was gigantic, like the trunk of an ancient tree. His skin was tanned, glistening, so tempting… “Gavin” couldn’t resist lifting his shirt again and pressing it completely to his nose, inhaling as if it were the last oxygen in the universe. He kept sniffing until his nostrils were clogged with that fetid, testosterone-laden, rancid, and slightly acidic aroma, which only left him more dazed than if he had seen the gods themselves.

— This is so fucking delicious, haha. Why haven't I done something like this before?! I could have saved myself so many shitty deals – the guest pressed himself against the mirror, rubbing against the cold reflection that only chilled his skin, causing him to gasp. The mirror's surface was completely battered and slightly fogged by the heat. His gaze focused on the new one that belonged to him, smiling. 

— Well, big guy, thanks for the ride. I didn't mean to involve you, but… I think you have a sister who's a real bitch. Don't you think?

And the key Nick needed to carry out his entire plan against Raquel was Gavin. Why? It was simple. Raquel's success and reign of terror were based on being untouchable, not because she was the prettiest or the most beautiful, but because she was his sister. Everyone gave her a second chance, hoping she'd be as pleasant as her older brother at the end of the day. The professors didn't dare not raise her grade for fear of "facing" Gavin's charm, which would make them back down the moment he walked through the door. She had no power of her own; everything was at her good brother's expense.

— I'm sorry for what's going to happen – he murmured – But if it's any consolation, I assure you, you won't remember a single thing about this.

Gavin was always known for his calm, gentle, self-controlled, and diplomatic personality – the most outstanding figure at the university, the perfect face of the institution that boasted of its values ​​of respect, humility, empathy, and…

— Who wants to see my abs?! – The new Gavin stood in the middle of the cafeteria, perched on the central table, wearing nothing but tight, shiny, almost spandex-like workout clothes. He had on dirty, worn-out shoes that smelled like rancid cheese.

Everyone in the room stared at him in disbelief, some surprised, others scandalized, and even horrified. Gavin wouldn't dare do that even if he were completely insane, but with the advice of his new "best friend" Nick, he was definitely going to let loose.

He brought his hands to his pecs and squeezed them together, flexing again and starting to sway his hips like an exotic dancer. His hand slid slowly up his thigh before he stood up again and slapped his own buttocks, letting out a gasp. He stuck out his tongue, then knelt down and began crawling around the table as if he were putting on a show for his fans. Some had already pulled out their phones and weren't bothering to turn off the flash. He felt like a pop star in the middle of a leak, and ironically, he wasn't bothered in the slightest.

Well, Nick wasn't bothered. For the first time, he felt so seen, and especially, under his own control. No more embarrassing photos on the web, much less making humiliating piles of papers in the hallways. If he stuck out his tongue, if he raised his armpit, or took off those disgusting shoes, he was sure the result would be masterful.

The athlete stood up again only to begin unbuttoning his bodysuit and slowly pulling it down. The scent hit everyone as soon as his skin was exposed, that earthy, musky aroma of a real man. The audience was mesmerized. 

— What the hell is this?! 

Principal Abrahams had to intervene to stop the scene, practically dragging Gavin to his office. The whole way there, Gavin kept smiling at the people staring at him, licking his lips, running his tongue over his perfect teeth, or flexing his biceps like male birds displaying their plumage to impress females. But in this case, let's just say Gavin was paying a little too much attention to other athletes, nerds, or lone wolves who were staring at him for a bit too long.

— Can you explain what just happened? Have you lost your mind?! You're the face of the school, how are you going to avoid getting expelled?!

— Actually, Principal… I think I have the perfect solution, so you, you know, can… – he murmured, kneeling against the principal’s face, sliding under his desk to force him to open his legs, running his hand along his thighs and lightly digging his fingers in – Forgive me.

The sound of the zipper being lowered, the nearly fifty-year-old man was completely stunned, frozen in place, the guy’s agile, athletic hands moving to slide the principal’s tool down and begin to take care of his “urgent needs and annoyances”.

From that moment on, that was “Gavin’s” way of solving any problem. Bad grade? He’d wait for his critical thinking teacher in his office with his legs open after a tiring game. Coach complaining about his performance? He could pay him a visit in his car and kiss him desperately like wild animals in heat. Some nerd who didn’t want him on his team because he never worked? Maybe a good sniff of his smelly armpits could change his mind.

Rumors, photos, videos, and stories passed from ear to ear spread through the university hallways like wildfire, and while Gavin's newfound "reputation" soared to the heights of outer space, Raquel's reputation plummeted to a much lower level. Whispers behind her back, laughter – all the power she had amassed in the shadow of her perfect, athletic brother had completely evaporated.

— Yeah, I've heard what you've said about my sister, but hey, I'm a good brother, and I actually get along really well with her. She's an angel. Don't be mean to her. We get along so well we even share clothes! 

Nick had gotten Gavin to open an OnlyFans channel and other social media accounts that weren't exactly focused on glorifying his athletic achievements. He was wearing a thin-strapped top, some damn tight pants that looked more like leggings, and a totally "uninhibited" attitude in front of the camera, flexing his muscles as his hungry audience demanded, eager for more, more skin, more humiliation, more of everything.

A part of Nick truly felt terrible for having such a gorgeous guy like Gavin in trouble which it wasn’t his. He knew he could have possessed Raquel's body instead and given her the lesson she deserved, but a part of him also knew his fun wouldn't have been the same. He wouldn't have had those defined pecs, the strength in his hands, his thick, muscular thighs, his biceps, or his damn smelly armpits… But more importantly, the satisfaction.

— What the hell is wrong with you, Gav?! Are you a fag or wha-?!

— It's called being gay, Raquel. We're not in the 18th century, and if I am, what's it to you? It's my life, isn't it?

— You're ruining my reputation! You can't keep doing that!

— Oh, really? Just because you say so? Sure, don't worry, little sister, I'll stop just because you say so – he smiled as cynically as he could, making sure to puff out his pecs and slap his own thighs hard, the result of years of nonstop training – Although it'll be a shame not to let so many guys dominate me in so many ways the way they want, it turns out you were a bitch to almost the entire university and for some reason, they want to take it out on your brother. Don't you think it's ironic?

The revenge continued and continued, rising like the ocean waves. More revealing clothes, dirty socks soaked with sweat; there were days when he didn't even bother putting on a t-shirt or shirt, it was better to go au naturel in this heat. Heh.

The clothes that only came out of his closet for working out now plagued his daily life, and his more reserved and calm personality had been buried by constant flirting and an excessive desire for other guys to see him. And god… He certainly had no shortage of spectators in the locker room.

The reputations of both siblings were buried seven meters underground. Even though Nick abandoned Gavin's body, it was obvious the damage was done. And despite the possession having served its purpose, Raquel had become almost an outcast, the laughingstock of everyone else. She still tried to maintain that same abusive and domineering personality, only it no longer worked whenever she tried to hide behind her "brother". If she did, she only got double entendres, provocations, and laughter on her poor face, but even so, Nick wanted more.

— Woah! Shit! That was intense – he said with a chuckle, wearing nothing but swim trunks, barefoot, shirtless, and drenched in that characteristic sour sweat. His hair was disheveled, he wore sunglasses, his tongue was sticking out, and he was dancing in the middle of a beach surrounded by people.

Gavin had an important trip with the rest of the sports team; it was the finals, the one that would put the university on a pedestal in front of other faculties. The game would be held on one of the most beautiful beaches in the country. Nick was ready to compete. He could be acting without any inhibitions, but since he'd been spending more and more time in Gavin's body, some of his tastes had also assimilated into Gavin's: sports, exercise, some video games. Luckily, he hadn't developed an attraction to women; that would have been weird, lol.

But until the game, he could have as much fun as he wanted: drink after drink, a passionate kiss with a stranger, acting more easy than even at home. What if his pictures ended up all over the internet? So be it!

Nick was intoxicated with power, and not exactly with revenge. He loved everything! The attention, those defined abs, his amazing physique, the strength of an athlete without ever having lifted a finger to get it, that incredible body – guys saw him, noticed him, and socializing and flirting were effortless! Gavin's original life could go to hell!

He'd found out that Raquel had dropped out of university. Apparently, the joke's only funny until you're the butt of it. Nick could practically go back to his old life without any problems or consequences… But he didn't want to. He wanted to enjoy being Gavin, being an attractive athlete, without many restrictions, insecurities, or limits. He could stuff himself with food and drink, one after another. 

The guy had the stamina and metabolism of a demigod! He could eat almost ten hamburgers one after the other and not gain a single pound of fat; on the contrary, it transformed into muscle!

And his fans? He was watched by tons of pervs every day, making a ton of money – more than he'd ever imagined! Selling photos, some smelly clothes, he'd even thought about taking things further. Wouldn't people fight over a single date with him? Of course they would, damn it! He was like a diamond in a room full of thieves, all eager to sink their claws into him and claim the grand prize.

No more laughter, no more degrading comments about his body. Maybe he was taking someone else's life, but screw morals and ethics, that's what he wanted.

— Mmmhw… – The poor Nick groaned, a terrible headache throbbing as he woke up in his hotel room. He was drenched in sweat, shirtless, just tangled in the sheets. He felt sticky, and not from his own sweat. He smelled… funny. 

Fuck, fuck, the match! The former loser tried to get up as best he could, only to let out a sigh and lie back down on the bed. What did the match matter? He could give the judges and the referee a "hand job" or even use his mouth, so his team would win; that was the least of his concerns. 

He should go back to enjoying the beach; the sand and water felt delicious here, and with that body… He wouldn't have any trouble finding company.

Ah, damn, how he loved his new body.

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[max-the-many]

It was so funny watching him after I put him into that buff guy. It was his forst time and you could really tell how awkward he was, beeing in another body in public. But I think he will adjust pretty quick, we all do.

And maybe I did it on purpose. Maybe...

[switchinspirals]

Oasis Protocol Season 3: Links to all Episodes

Here are the links to all Season 3 Episodes:

Episode 1: Body and Mind for Sale

Episode 2: Conformity Coalition Conference

Episode 3: The High Road to Nowhere

Episode 4: Culture Wars

Episode 5: Not Like the Other Boys

Episode 6: The Place Wishes Were Made

Episode 7: Mexican McGyver

Episode 8: Aesthetic Compliance

Episode 9: Contest of Love

Episode 10: Data Breach

Episode 11: Frontline Assets

Episode 12: Deviant Behavior

Episode 13: The Last Day

Episode 14: Something Real, Something Me (Series Finale)

[dewesker1998]

Being a introvert

The morning finally came and it was time for Will still Tacitus to wake up for his first day of work as Tacitus.

Will woke up yawning as he stretched his limbs in bed and as his eyes blur begin to clear he saw that Simon was gone already.

Will then proceeds to think to himself,

“Last night was something else, the sex was amazing. I would have never imagined myself as a top or dominant as an introvert no less and usually I bottom. I guess this introvert had it in him to do that and he sure is a sexual initiator when he wants to be.”

After this, Will then proceeds to prepare to get ready for Tacitus job at the PD by showering, combing his hair and brushing his teeth. When all this was done, he dressed up in his Sergant uniform after spraying cologne over himself and when all dressed up, he went downstairs to make a quick breakfast and protein shake(no dairy) before heading out the door to make it at the office.

After finally arriving, he made it in the office. The sight for Will was a bit amazed but also tried to maintain his composure, for he never imagined working in a police station much less as a Sergeant who in charge of a group.

Will as Tacitus made it to his office room and using Tacitus knowledge of how his job works was able to get the papers out and review cases that still need to be solved.

It wasn’t long before his higher up Commander came to his office saying,

“It good to have you back as always Sergant Tacitus.” said Commander.

Yes sir, said Tacitus.

“I need you to solve a certain case, it been running the city wild for months, the killer kills couples by luring them to areas, said the Commander:

How are they doing this, if I may ask, said Tacitus.

I don’t know exactly and I can’t give much info, you have a special expertise for understanding the psychology of these couple killers or whatever they are, but I will note that they tend to kill more so around gay bars, but not how they manage to lure them or even get them to leave the bar, said the commander.

So what do you need me to do, said Tacitus.

Well I need you to go find these killers before they strike again and possibly before this weeks end. I will also have a group of officers to back you up and of course on of your closest officer as well.

I wish you luck, Sergant, said Commander.

Yes sir, said Will (Tacitus).

Not long after the Commander left, Will started to think,

Wow, first day and I already have an important task to solve immediately. Good thing I have Tacitus mind to guide me on what to do.

I literally am starting to understand how Shazam feels, it’s like being a kid with the knowledge of a god, but in this case it an introvert.

Not long after, one of his officers came into the office.

Hello Sergant, said the officer.

What’s your name officer, said Will(Tacitus).

Um, Sergant, I’m one of your main back up officers Nick, said Nick.

Of course, Officer Nick, ahah.

They then went to the police car to talk about the case.

What do you know so far from the intel you gather, said Tacitus.

Yes Sergant, we noticed that they somehow manage to get the victims, probably through seduction to leave the bar by choice to go somewhere, mainly a private place or room and then leave them dead outside. I also note that most of these cases have wheel marks in there neck so a syringe is used maybe a tranquilizer, said Nick as he went to get a drink of water thirsty from the hot weather.

Well, from what I can gather, they always go to gay bars and they tend to target gay men, this is definitely men who might be homosexual, and gay bars are popular here, says Tacitus.

So what’s your plan, Sergant, said Nick.

We may need to go undercover, I would say watch outside, but seeing how they are stealthy we need a better plan, paused Tacitus(Will) for a moment.

(A light bulb went off in Tacitus(Will) head)

I hope your open to sexuality or at least bi-curious, cause tonight we’re going to a gay bar, said Will(Tacitus) lightly joking.

That’s a good way to catch him, Sergant, but wouldn’t be to obvious if we we’re there in our uniforms, said Nick.

Don’t you know not to question your Sergant, Nick.

We’re going to blend in, said Tacitus(Will).

After this, they left to go scope the area and all it’s possible exits as well as the best distance to be from the building to watch.

Hours passed to night time and the gay bar was finally open.

As the night for the killer began, they were all ready to go undercover.

As Nick came into the bar he saw his Sergant dress in a classy white shirt and black pants sitting confidently with his arms crossed.

Wow, Sergant, you surely take pride in every role of your job, said Nick.

You damn right I do, said Nick.

They then discuss the plan going forth as they head to the bar to get drinks while watching the surrounding undercover.

So what’s the plan Sergant, said Nick.

The plan is to take more of an active role at the same time we observe. We are gonna blend in as we are and see when they come, if any suspicious activity takes place, said Tacitus.

This could take all night sense they would do it when they are barely noticed during the drinking and dancing, said Nick.

As the night passed and it got later, Nick and Tacitus(Will), took a bit of a more active role by dancing to music and drinking some alcohol, but only to where they could still do there jobs.

Eventually, they got a bit tired of the dancing and decided to sit down.

Weh, that was pretty fun wasn’t it, said Tacitus trying to gauge Nick.

Yeah, I guess, said Nick casually.

Why guess, you’ve been to better bars before, said Tacitus(Will).

I’m not really a party person per say, I mean I’ve been but usually because I followed my friends, but I would usually be on the side, observing, said Nick.

Yeah, I feel that, I more of a small group and relationship kinda guy, business oriented.

What about you, have you had any relations, said Tacitus(Will).

No sir, said Nick.

Are you thinking about any say, open to possibilities, said Tacitus(Will) said vaguely.

Well,- haha, it’s silly really, said Nick nervously as he turned as his cheeks blushed red.

Well what, you can trust me, we’re the only people here, said Tacitus as he touched Nick shoulder for closeness and comfort.

Well, it’s actually you Sergant, said Nick.

Oh, uh, said Tacitus(Will) with complete shock of amazement.

Well, what do you find so interesting in me, said Tacitus(Will).

Well Sergeant, your tall, fit and in elite fitness guy. You are very structured and routine always taking care of yourself and it shows not just in the way you do your job, but also in your appearance, your highly devoted to your incentive and progress not delaying for a minute.

Your basically the ideal man done right. Your very self controlled in your emotions, you do care but don’t show it, like how you treat those who are close to you.

I know that to others you may appear intimidating and probably rude, but your just protecting your emotional energy only giving it wisely to those you view safe or necessary, said Nick.

Why would you think that I would guard my emotions and appear like I’m invulnerable, said Tacitus(Will) curiously.

You understand the world better than most, but you don’t feel a need to show or seek attention, you only share your opinions with those you feel have depth and understanding.

You don’t try to be rude, not intentionally but people view it this way, so eventually you learn to not care what others think, which whether you know it or not, makes you appear like a god among men that people wish they could be, said Nick.

Wow, I never thought of myself that way, said Tacitus. Before the conversation could continue, a scream was heard from a room in the gay bar.

Did you hear that, said Nick.

Yea there’s a scream upstairs let’s hurry, I think we found our killers, said Tacitus as he and Nick ran upstairs.

Before the two men could even stick the syringe to their necks, they barged through the doors.

Freeze we have you surrounded, said Tacitus(Will).

Feeling cornered, they pushed the victim aside and attempted to rush the officer.

Now the officer did not bring there weapons and in order to blend they kept them outside.

As the man came toward Tacitus, his fighter instincts started to kick in and he started grabbing both men by the hand that held the syringe and squeezed there pressure points till they lose grip strength to drop the syringe and pushed one to the side and begin to cuff the other.

Nick was behind Tacitus and when he heard one that was pushed aside make a thud noise, he rushed through with no second to spare and aided in cuffing him.

After this, Tacitus then called for back up to take them to the police car and have them arrested thus ending there spree as the couple killer for tonight.

Take them back to the cells for tonight, we’ll get them in jail in the morning when the higher up gets back in the morning, said Tacitus.

Hey Sergeant, all is good, said Nick.

Yes they are all token care of, good job Nick, I’m very proud of you, said Tacitus.

Now what Sergeant, said Nick.

No, we’re good, you can take it easy , you worked hard enough, said Tacitus as he gave a warm comforting pat on Nick shoulder.

But before he could step in his car to get back to the office and go home,

“Hey Nick, said Tacitus.

Yes sir, said Nick.

I know this is unprofessional, but do you want to come over and meet me at my house after work, said Tacitus(Will).

Yes sir, I would like to, said Nick with a feeling that he was lighter on his feet like he could fly.

And so after they finished there business at the office, they drove over to Tacitus’s house sometime later that night and begin getting comfortable.

They began to talk and laugh together about old memories of their personal and work life together up to that point while enjoying a glass of wine. Will begins to think to himself as they talked,

“It was a beautiful sight, you would never picture how an introvert could go from a stoic cold front to an open and warm extrovert personality.”

As the night continued, they began to become more closer and comfortable on a “spiritual and personal level”. Not only were they sitting close like “two peas in a pod”, but as the night went on, a spark of passion begin to ignite in them, a spark that one would get when two people feel like they understand each other in a way words can’t, silence would surround and action would have to prove.

That spark was a passion that could no longer be contained and it showed as they began to kiss. It escalated to tongue kissing, and as things usually go forth, they begin to take off each other shirts and as Tacitus(Will) proceeds to pick up Nick and carry him to his room, they begin to kiss one another from their head down to there chest.

When they finally made it to Tacitus room, he then lays Nick on his back as both finishes taking off the remaining clothes.

When done, Tacitus then takes the lead as he makes his way towards Nick, who is already signaling what he wants next turn toward the bed.

Tacitus(Will) took the signal and began the next round as pushed Nick on his stomach and plunges his hard and erect cock into his hole.

As Tacitus plunges his cock in and out, moans of pleasure that came from both of them filled the room.

Tacitus while this is going on, slowly closes down on Nick and starts kissing around his neck going toward his face, eventually both are kissing each others lips.

After a while, they begin to reach the point of climax and not able to contain it any longer. With tension increasing so much that one could here the sounds of heart beats, both began to cum at the same time, Nick over the bed and his abs and Tacitus let loose in filling Nick’s hole, which only made him cum again.

Both spent and drain from all the sexual energy spent begin to lay down, wrapped into each embrace, not just by their bodies, but a strong bond of kindred spirits.

As the dusk of the morning slowly rose, while both were still asleep, Will begins to exit out of Tacitus’s mouth in his astral form back into his human one.

“Man, that was one of my best experiences in all my possession and I’ve never been an introvert before, this has been a good experiment and I will definitely write about this one in one of my stories. After all the best one are the ones you experienced yourself, haha, said Will as he looked over Tacitus and Nick lustfully.

Nick then got Tacitus phone already knowing his code unlocks it and takes a picture of them to send to his phone as he tries to lustfully and discreetly hide his boner.

Aftermath(Conclusion)

When Will was about to sneak out, a voice came out and said,

Hey, said Tacitus with a demanding tone.

Will then turn around slowly in shock.

Your that guy from the gym, said Tacitus.

No, you confused me with someone else, said Will.

“You also been in my body these past few days, I’m not mad, I’m actually kinda of glad you did, you took the extra mile to know me better and I also got a chance to better see the people around me and understand my psychology.

Maybe I underestimated you, you’re a socially intelligent guy”, said Tacitus.

Ah, no problem man, said Will.

You can call me your friend Will, and I will gladly train with you at the gym if you ever want a gym buddy, said Tacitus.

Hehehe, really, thanks bro, said Nick trying to contain his excitement.

Also, I know you really enjoy being in me, if you like, perhaps we can hang out or you can get inside me again,

I could really use your social skills to be better at communicating with others, said Tacitus.

Bet, I would love that whenever your down with it, Tac, said Nick.

So thanks to a mutual understanding of one another(as well as the power of possession hehe) and respect, a relationship was formed between two different worlds merged into one.

[zachghost770]

The Adventures of Jim and Zim…1

(NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM VCHRIS1989.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)

Life hasn’t been easy these last couple of years.  My name is Jim, and I’m an eighteen year-old victim of the foster-care system.  Home to home, legal guardians exploiting me for the cash provided by the state.  Neglect, bare minimum necessities provided, and occasional abuse are simply stitched into the fabric of my life.  Being gay hasn’t exactly made this any easier.  I came out to my most recent foster family and they kicked me out- pretty sure they’re gonna collect a couple more checks and then say I ran away or some shit.  Lucky for me I’ve been crashing and showering at my friend Sarah’s house.  I don’t want to intrude too much on her kindness though, so the other nights I try to find any shelter or dry spot that’s close enough to the high school that I can walk there in time for class.  That’s the bare-boned stripped down version of my story, but I don’t get too severely depressed because I still have one thing going for me; I’m smart.  Now, I know my occasionally relaxed grammar might suggest otherwise, but my test scores are at the front of the pack.  The school was nice enough to pay for my SAT- it’s the beginning of junior year and I got a 2340 without any studying or prep.  I get some shit about being a nerd and not working out and being strong, but I don’t have time for that.  I have to make sure I can get a full ride to college because that will be the only way I can ever escape this life.  It would be easier if I had a Dad to help me through this.  I never met either of my parents since they died when I was too young to remember much, but sometimes I yearn for just a chance to meet my Dad.  I obviously still wish I had a mom, but the absence of a father in my life is what has had the most long-lasting impact on me and my psyche.  I hate to admit this, but I think this yearning has mixed in with my budding sexuality, making me crave a strong, hairy, and masculine daddy to hold me close at night and protect me from the evils of the world.  But I digress…

Sometimes I get kind of lost in my thoughts while walking through the park at night.  I know that sounds kind of dangerous, but trust me; in this town the most exciting criminal activity is a neighbor playing music too loud.  And it’s really quiet here and it’s about the only time I have to just think and not stress about shit I can’t control.  Some Friday night, huh?  Most of my peers are out getting trashed and living it up, but I already have all my homework for Monday and Tuesday done, having worked all night long just to have the rest of my weekend to coast and go with the flow.  The local shelter is 24/7 and never at full occupancy, so I can come and go whenever I want to.  And Sarah is kindly washing all the clothes I own- which don’t even fill a single load of her washing machine, but hey- they’ll be clean.   Nights like these when I’m strolling through the park by myself, surrounded by darkness, I wonder why I don’t feel worse about my life.  Sometimes I legitimately ask myself why I don’t feel an urge to jump into the chilly lake and let the murky water flood inside my lungs and just end it all.  I guess it’s because I just have this funny feeling.  Whenever I feel surrounded by dark, I can’t help but look up at the stars and all their splendor and just know that something better is right around the corner.  In fact, I’m not convinced that that bright celestial body is even a star.  It seems to be getting closer…and it’s BURNING!!!!   SHIT! I duck as quickly as I can as the burning mass flies overhead, ripping right through the tops of the trees above me before crashing about a quarter of a mile North.  There might be some give or take, but based on its trajectory when it cut through the tree line I’d say that’s a safe bet.  I crawl back up to my feet, watching the glowing cinders of falling leaves forming a trail for me to follow as I knowingly walk towards what could be adventure, doom, or both.   The walk seems to take forever, but I know it’s not because I miscalculated; it’s more because the excitement is literally killing me as I freeze and stare at what appears to be a smoldering orb of spherically constructed metal.  Well it’s almost spherical…there’s a hole or a released latch or something.  Was someone riding this thing?  How could they?  That hole is like the size of a ping pong ball.  You’d have to be a freaking gerbil or have the stretchiness of Mr. Fantastic to get through- “UUNNNNNNGGGGGOOOOOOMMMMMFFFFFFAAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!!!””” I scream as something small and agile flies into my mouth and begins intensely crawling down my throat, making it impossible to vocalize and scream for help.  I try with all my might to push back and pull it out, but my desperate grip just slides off of its slick surface before it slides all the way down my throat, too far gone for me to reach.  I feel it spreading through me, moving underneath my skin and entering every limb.  I fall onto my back, shaking and squirming as this foreign entity latches onto my brainstem and begins breathing for me.  Everything goes dark as the creature continues crawling, making me feel like electricity is coursing through every fiber of my nervous system as it prepares to enter my brain….

What the…Where the fuck am I?  What happened to that orb?  And the fucking monster!  I grab at my throat and mouth, rubbing over my body, poking and prodding to see if I can detect an invader inside me.  Nothing.  Maybe it was just a dream?  But that doesn’t explain how I got…Oh shit!  This is my room I had at my most recent foster parents’ house.   I gather myself, getting onto my slightly unsteady feet.  Holy Shit, my head hurts.  Whatever, I just need to find out what the fuck is going on.  I mean for the love of-

“Good morning, Sport!” my asshole foster dad says with unusual cheer.  God damn, I never noticed how sexy he was.  That scruffy look works so well for him.  And that nice and toned body, with all that sexy daddy hair sprinkled across his abs and chest…Wait why the fuck is he just chilling in boxers.  And why is he being so chill?

“Jason, what the fuck is going on?!” I ask with potential concern for my own safety.  

“I’m not the one you call Jason,” He responds, standing up and walking towards me.  

“Jason, I don’t know how I got here, but I promise I didn’t come back on purpose!  Is Mary here too?  Please don’t tell her about this!  Just let me grab my pants and I’ll be out for good,” I plead, remembering Mary telling me I would die if I ever set foot in their house again.  

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about this vessel’s mate, Mary.  She was…incompatible.”

“Jason, what the fuck are you talking about?!  Incompatible?  Vessel?!” I yell as I grab my head and try to remember last night.

“That’s it.  Think.  You’re different than most.  Keep pushing.”

That’s exactly what I do as I navigate the corridors of my mind, unlocking what would be buried memories for most, vividly reliving the experience of being entered by a mysterious miniature alien-like creature.  I think harder and harder until I remember the exact moment I lost control- in that moment I heard a voice telling me everything would be okay…

“And I meant it,” Jason, or whatever is inside Jason, responds.  

“How did you-“

“You’re a special one, Jim, and we’re connected now in more ways than you know.  I just planned on piloting you until I could find a more suitable vessel, but when I saw all the pain and loneliness of your life I felt…I can’t even describe it.  The abuse.  The deaths.  The absence of a father…The yearning for the gentle touch and romantic love of someone you can call Daddy…I felt it all.  But I also felt your potential- your intellect.  I brought you back to this place, and the one called Mary tried to confront me.  I entered her body, but she was of an incompatible gender so her body evaporated.  This one called Jason arrived as she finished disappearing, giving me the chance to enter him.  Then, I tucked you in and waited for you to wake up so I could tell you all this.  With me as your Daddy, we could have it all.  I could have my vessel- a strong body to let me enjoy the fruits and delights of this world.  And you could have your Daddy- someone strong and tough, a real man who can nurture you…who can fill you with his warm sexual fluids and make you feel complete…” This creature says before walking up towards me.  I don’t flinch or recoil though.  I know he is telling the truth.  

“What should I call you?” I ask as he leans down and begins unzipping my pants.  

“Call me Zim,” he says before opening Jason’s mouth and slowly swallowing my hard cock, making me gasp in surprise as he makes my whole body vibrate with pleasure, using Jason’s tongue to wiggle and slide that warm wet organ all over my cockhead, taking me deep as I feel my shaft glide along his wild tongue and my cockhead begins gliding down his throat.  

“Ohhhhhh my- Zim you- OH!!!!!  Wait- please wait- stop!” I gasp as I pull out of Jason’s mouth, making Zim look up at me with concern in Jason’s eyes.  

“Did I displease you?  I thought this was a fantasy of yours?”

“No, Zim you are right.  I fantasized about Jason loving me many times, but with you here and inside him…I just can’t forget all that he put me through.  And if you’re going to be my Daddy, well it just can’t be him.  I can’t unknow what he put me through…”

“Don’t worry, Jim,” Zim says caringly as he gently caresses my cheek.  “I completely understand.  We’ll go find a body that you can call Daddy.”

“But what’ll happen to Jason when you leave him?”

“Oh don’t you worry about that.  I’ve already reprogramed his brain.  Whenever I’m not inside him he will be malleable and easy to manipulate, almost completely his old self; but I devoured the part of his brain that controls free will.  He’s a fully independent human being, but he’s just not ALL there if you know what I mean.”

“You didn’t…”

“Oh no, Jim!  I left every brain cell of yours exactly the way it was when I got there.  I want you to enjoy this and to be yourself.”

“Phew…Then I guess we should-“ “Head to the mall,” Zim interrupts me with Jason’s sexy voice.  Jason winks at me and for just a split second I swear I can see a little twinkle in his eyes, as if my extraterrestrial friend was winking too.  

TBC