Maurice, a captain in the german navy, returns home after months on board. For 7 years now, hes serving in the army, built a reputation for himself as a responsible leader and for a while now, he shares his life with thousands of people online. Hes living a happy life, which unknown to him, is about to change drastically.
Maurice enters his apartment through the main door. Its already late at night, hes exhausted, his body aches with every step he takes. He goes for the light switch, but oddly enough, it doesnt seem to work. 'Just settle in' he says to himself and closes the door.
But the whole situation is even weirder. He walks into the living room, carefully, minding his steps. The air all around him is thick, heavy and a faint smell hovers beneath it. Not sure what to make of it, he puts hls bag down, but catches something in the corner of his eyes. A shadowy figure moving in the dark. "Hello? Somebody there?" He says, his whole body tensing switly. Maurice notices the figure extending an arm in his direction, and he gets ready to defend himself. A thief, he thinks, but the figure wont move an inch. Instead, he hears the sound of words, a language he has never heard before.
Maurice takes a step closer, before something stops him. His whole body shakes, as something is pressing against his skin, like somebody restraining him angrily. "What the fuck." He screams, but these words barely come out. Unable to move any further, he closes his eyes, trying his best to take control again.
Suddenly, a irritating, disgusting smell reaches his nostrils, causing his eyes to jump open. An old, dirty man stands right in front of his face, a coy smlle across his rough lips, as he lays a hand on Maurices strong chest. "I was scared I missed this opportunity." The mans voice cracks horribly, as he snickers. Disgusted, shocked, Maurice tries to get away, but his body isnt obeying his orders.
The old man walks around him, again and again, his thin fingers running along Maurices soft skin. "Go away." He grunts deeply, but the man just laughs. "I will leave, but first, I need you to drinl this, Maurice." The man takes a little bottle out of a bag, a slimey white liquid moving inside it. There is no way hed ever drink something like that.
Maurice watches in horror as the man opens the bottle, and another, aggressive scent invades his nose. Unable to shake his head away, he realises, that it smells familiar. Its the scent of cum, mixed with an earthy, unrecognisable scent of herbs and dust. "No" Maurice protests, but its no use. The old guy grabs his head and jolts it back. So strong, so violent, and there is no resisting. In no time, the bottle enters his mouth, and the thick, tasteless liquid runs down his throat.
He can feel it cover his mouth, his tongue, down his throat, and its immediately showing effect. His body gets stiff, his mind gets heavy. Maurices head aches violently, barely able to keep his eyes open, he spots the old guy taking a deep sip from the bottle as well.
However, it doesnt seem to affect him that much. On the contrary, he approaches Maurice and wastes no more time. He feels the rough lips on his, trying to scream, to fight back, to overpower his assailant. No matter what he does, his body isnt reacting at all. Then, to make matter worse, he feels himself getting hard, his dick pressing against his pants, all of his muscles bulge inside his tight uniform. Something is taking over, he feels it running through ever fiber of his body. Its surpressing him... he can feel his body move again, but at the same time, it feels different. With a sudden push, Maurice shoves the old man off him and to the ground. But its not Maurice whos still standing, instead, hes watching himself from the floor, as his former body opens his eyes, and what he sees, is the same aura from the old man.
"What have you done?" Maurice says, and to his surprise, he hears the voice of the old man, just a rough crack, echoing through the quiet room. Lying on the floor, he watches his body standing there, taking a deep breath and open his eyes. It feels like looking into the mirror, but at the same time, its like watching a stranger on the streets. In shock, he watches himself running a hand through his scruffy beard, along his chin and now both hands down his own chest, firmly touching himself through his shirt. "Fuck." The man moans, as he reaches for his erect cock through his tight pants. "This feels so good. Mhmm." Unable to fathom this surreal situation, he hears his own voice, but its somehow not his voice. It cant be?? "What is he doing to me? This is my body." Still processing, he tries to move this old fragile body, but before he can get up, he gets pushed down and against the wooden floor by a heavy, black boot. "Nah nah. Not so fast." The man smirks, one hand massaging his dick while he reaches for Maurices chin. "Mind that old heart of yours." He says worryingly, caressing Maurices cheek. "You must have so many questions."
Maurice nods quickly, but the man just laughs. In one swift motion, he grabs him by the neck and lifts him easily to meet his eyes.
Breathing heavily, Maurice tries to fight back again, but this body is no use at all. "The moment I saw you, I knew yoir body was the perfect fit for me. The man says, releasing him, dropping him to the floor. "The strenght, the stature, the phisique. Magnificent." Hurt, Maurice lies on the floor again, watching his former body walk through the dark room, flexing his biceps, his chest, his thighs and his neck. "Fuck. Better than expected."
The man starts undressing, starting with the shoes before he unzips his pants. "I was afraid I would not be able to swap with you, this body being the mess it is." He points at Maurice, pity spreading across his face. The pants drop to tje floor, exposing the massive tent inside the boxers. "This cant be true.' Maurice groans, as the man starts touching himself even more. At first, he strokes himself gently, again and again. Still keeping eye contact with Maurice, whos visibly frightened. "Dont make such a face, it will pass. I promise." The man smiles, patting his cock, before he starts umbuttoning his shirt.
"Besides, Id be careful. The hearts not doing a very good job. Otherwise you might have a stroke." A coy smile escapes his lips, but Maurice doesnt feel like smiling at all. "Give me my body back. This is insane!?" He protests again, but his old mans voice is way too husky and rough for anyone to understand really. All whats left for him to do, is watching this man undressing him, for whatever diabolical reason. Slowly, carefully even, he removes one button at a time, until his beautiful chest is fully exposed.
"You did an amazing job, toning this body." The man smiles, running a hand a long hls chest, feelinh his pecs bulging harshly. He starts stroking himself, purring like a big cat while hes pleasing himself. "Stop that." Maurice yells as he tries to get back up again, but his old body is way to quick and way to strong for him to keep up. The man grabs his wrist and neck, twisting it slightly, making Maurice scream again, this tlme in pure agony. He swirls him around and presses hlm agalnsh the stone wall. "Shut the fuck up." The man says firmly, their faces just inches away from each other. Maurice smells the faint scent of his aftershave, and he tears up. "Please. Give me my body back." He whispers, and it feels like the man is considering it, before laughing. "Youre funny." He giggles, before intesifying hls grib once more. "There is no your body anymore. Its mine now, understood?" He shoves him, hard, making him flinch. "But..." Maurice protests.
"There is no but." The man chokes him for a second before letting go off him, taking a step back. The shirt drops to the floor, and he turns around again. "
"This is mine now." He smirks, gesturing towards his body, before stroking himself once more. Casually, he walks through the room, pics up a phone and makes a call. Maurice slides down the wall, his whole body in pain, unable to say another word with his throat slightly damaged.
"Can you send someone? I came home and found this old dude in my apartment. He attacked me but Im okay." He looks at Maurice and winks. "Thank you, see you soon."
He ends the call, throws the phone away and approaches Maurice one last time. "Say goodbye now" The man bites his lip, and before Maurice can react, he knocks him out cold.