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[hypnosleepboy]

Ethan woke in a haze.

His eyes were tired, his mouth had a strange taste lingering, and his ass was sore. And wherever he was, it wasn’t his room. He took in his surroundings. He was on the floor, but there was a bed in front of him. It was a hotel room. But why would he be in a hotel room?

The last thing he remembered was getting on the bus on his way home from work. There was a strange man who kept eyeing him… Did the man switch seats so he was directly across from Ethan?

Damn, his mind was just so hazy.

Then he heard the doorknob turning. Someone was coming into his hotel room. Or was it his? It wasn’t as if Ethan remembered checking in. It wasn’t as if he had a key card to the room. He had just woken up there.

His mind must’ve been cloudier than he thought, because it seemed only a second had gone by after he heard the door, and now a man was sitting on the bed, looking at him.

The man leaned forward, and Ethan heard a soft creak as the man’s leather jacket moved forward with him. Ethan vaguely recognized the man, though he couldn’t place why. And although Ethan was straight, he felt part of himself longing for this man. While part of his body rejected the idea, most of it grew a subtle arousal for the man before him. And then he remembered. This was the guy who eyed him on the bus.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice soft and deep; Ethan shuddered with the power of it.

“Who are you?” Ethan managed to force the words from his mouth.

The man laughed, deep and bellowing. Ethan found himself wanting to laugh along with the man. But he tried to focus: why was he here?

“You don’t remember me, boy?” The man said.

And the subtle arousal Ethan felt burst into deep pleasure as the man called him “boy.” He felt his cock hardening and lengthening in his underwear. This made him look down, and he suddenly realized that besides his underwear, he was completely naked.

“The bus…” he muttered.

“That all you remember, boy? Let me remind you.”

His piercing dark eyes turned bright, a faint, red glow lining them. Ethan felt his mind falling into nothingness. He felt his body moving on its own, crawling to the man. There was a faint red tint to Ethan’s vision, but he was still able to make out the man’s perfect features. How his hair rested so perfectly on his head as his beard perfectly lined his face. How his muscled rippled through the shirt underneath his leather jacket. How his bulge nearly broke through his jeans.

“Do you remember now, boy?”

Ethan felt pure with his hunger to serve now. He remembered following the man to the hotel room, confused but curious, and he remembered submitting quickly to the man’s controlling eyes. He remembered sucking the man’s thick cock, swallowing his cum as if it were the greatest gift he could ever receive. He remembered the thick cock breaking his tight ass, hard, fast thrusts forcing him to release guttural moans of ecstasy. He remembered the animalistic pleasure he felt in service of this man.

“I remember, Master.”

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[hypnosleepboy]

I’ve been at my office job for almost three years, and I’m starting to get sick of being disrespected. My raises have been minimal at best, and the work I do makes me feel like an unpaid intern. It’s not ideal. This is my dream company though. It’s my boss that’s the problem.

So if my boss wasn’t going to let me move up, I was just going to have to force him to.

I generally had to work late. As the grunt of the office, I was the one who was responsible for all the unfinished work. Luckily, my boss stayed late a couple days a week too. 

Around 6 p.m., my boss was starting to pack up. It was late enough that we were the only two in the office. It was the perfect timing. I hurried to the bathroom and put in a very special set of contacts. They’d only work for a short amount of time, so I had to work fast. The minute they touched the surface of my eye, they started to glow red. I looked in the mirror, and for a moment, I was transfixed, just staring into my own eyes. It was as if I was just falling into my eyes; everything outside of them faded into nothingness.

I wasn’t sure how long it took, but eventually I shook my head, and tore myself from the mirror. I rushed out of the bathroom, desperately hoping that my boss wasn’t gone. He was just about to exit the office.

“Oh, there you are! I thought you’d given up and left early,” he said.

He always underestimated me. This time it was a big mistake. I walked closer to him, and I knew the exact moment when he noticed my eyes. His eyes instantly glazed over. The briefcase in his hand dropped to the floor. All of his focus was on my eyes. He wasn’t even capable of holding something in his hands.

I walked up to him, getting close enough that I could taste his mint-and-coffee- breath. Slowly, I raised my hand to his crotch. He didn’t react. And then I touched him, and I squeezed his dick through his pants. He did nothing. And yet his dick immediately started to harden. He was blank.

“You’ll do anything I ask, won’t you, boss?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, his voice completely drone-like.

“And you’ll continue to obey me forever, won’t you boss?”

“Yes.”

I grinned. Perfect.

“Tomorrow morning, you’ll promote me. Double my salary. And that’ll just be the beginning, all right?”

“Yes,” he agreed.

“And we’ll both continue to stay later than everyone else. Except you’ll do all the work, understand?” he nodded. “And then when you’re done, we’ll have some fun.”

If he was under my control, I might as well take full advantage. What’s the point of having a hot boss drone if you don’t use him?

“Strip.”

Suddenly he came to life again, hastily removing all of his clothes. He unbuttoned his dress shirt so quickly I almost expected him to tear it off. I undressed along with him, eager to get started.

“You want to fuck me so bad, don’t you, boss?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Come on, sound more excited. All the ‘yes’ this, ‘yes’ that is boring. You’ve been waiting to fuck me since you hired me, right?”

“Yes, I’ve wanted to fuck that tight ass since you walked in the door,” he said, his voice coming to life, less drone-like and more dominant.

“Much better.”

I pulled him close and I felt his lips against mine, his beard brushing against my face. As his tongue slipped into my mouth, our cocks rubbed up against each other, getting harder and harder. I started stroking his, fast and slow, and he did the same to mine. My little boss drone was learning fast.

“Imagine how erotic and orgasmic it’ll feel,” I said between kissing, “when your cock slides into my ass… the ass it was meant to fuck.”

“Ahh, I need to fuck you,” he moaned. 

“Then do it already.” I flipped around, reaching behind to pull him close to me. “Come on, boss, fuck me already.”

It wasn’t long before I felt his cock slide into my ass. Even before I could moan, he let out a groan of ecstasy. My words had slipped into his mind; he knew his cock belonged in my ass.

But he wasn’t going deep enough.

“Deeper, boss, deeper,” I commanded.

I pushed my body against his, forcing his cock deeper inside me. It was incredible. We both moaned, now both of us in ecstasy.

“Now fuck me! Thrust!”

He thrusted, pounding my ass over and over.

“Thrust, thrust,” I said, moans overcoming the words.

The pleasure was incredible. As we fucked, beads of sweat began to drip down my face as precum began to leak out of my cock. And he kept thrusting, and I kept pushing into him. He hit that perfect spot over and over. I was going to burst.

“You’re going to cum on my command, understand, boss?”

“Yes,” he groaned, “I need your command to cum.”

“Good,” I said, barely able to speak over our moans. “Feel yourself ready to burst. You need to cum inside me.”

He was in such animalistic pleasure, he couldn’t even speak. I was going to erupt in orgasm any second.

“Now, cum, boss. Cum!”

His seed exploded inside me, and my cum shot out of my cock. The duality of his cum inside me and my cum bursting was so pleasurable, I felt my eyes rolling back. I couldn’t control the moans escaping my mouth.

He continued to thrust even after. When I stopped moaning, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“When we’re done here, you’re gonna clean my cum up with that tongue of yours, aren’t you, my little boss drone?” I said, grinning. This was everything I could’ve wanted.

“Yes, I want to lap up your cum,” he said.

I turned, and saw him grinning as wide as me. I kissed him deep.

Maybe my boss wasn’t so bad.

[swapery]

Bumped Into

I have this power. I can swap bodies with people and they won’t act any differently, but I have no control over it. I figured it out when I was in middle school. We were all playing tackle football and I wasn’t paying attention; all of a sudden, the quarterback crashed into me and we both fell to the ground. It wasn’t until I got up and all his bros came to me that I knew something was wrong. A) I was definitely taller B) his friends hate me and would never talk to me. The gym teacher told us we both fell pretty hard and should get checked out. When I finally saw the nurse, I realized that I was him. But he seemed to think he was me, so I went with it.

Anyway, about a month later we swapped back. Nothing really drastic happened, it was middle school. But for that month, I lived my life as him.

Fast forward to today. 

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[swapery]

Bumped Into Pt.2

Don’t tell my boyfriend but one time I swapped with him. Turns out topping someone’s ass counts as “bumping into someone”. Man, I really don’t know how these powers work, it can be kinda frustrating. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot and fun too. And my life is always as I left it. But I wish I had a say into who I swapped with, although it seems it’s mostly people I’m attracted to. I did once switch with my uncle, and that was, well quite weird. But anyhow.

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[swapery]

Bumped Into Pt.3

The worst place to have this power was definitely the gym. I mean, in the past I’ve swapped with people at the office, school, or café, and it’s not usually too big of a deal for me. They’re usually people I know or someone around my age. And usually, my swaps only last for a month, so nothing is ever permanent. 

I say the gym is the worst because of all the times I bump into these big, meaty guys walking around the locker room. I mean, we all usually try to avoid each other, but these guys are so huge and buff, it can be hard to avoid them. I tried changing gyms, but the other gym in town is a family gym. I’ve had terrible experiences there, once when I swapped with a mom of 5 kids and an abusive husband. I’d rather not talk about that one. Anyway, this gym is the only one in town for me. 

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[bigboysfalldeep]

How does it feel, wearing that jacket? Does it make you feel strong? Big? Masculine? Yes. Of course. And it comes with an added bonus.

You dont have to worry anymore, about anything. Just let go of your thoughts, let your heavy mind breathe freely. Everything, so heavy. Your arms, legs, knees, feet, your shoulder, elbows and your back. So heavy.

Just focus on me, follow my voice, deep down into your heavy heart. Doesnt it feel good to follow orders? You dont have to think anymore. Just get big. Train your body, let go of your mind.

Focus on me, my hand on your forehead. Follow my finger, from left to right, right to left. So calm, so relaxing. I can see you still resisting, but that wont change anything.

When I am done with you, you will be happy to serve me. Happy to be on your knees, mouth open, waiting for your meal.

As all good boys do.

[amazing-new-body]

"My God, it's so late. Those damn clients wouldn't leave." I said as I headed to my car. Every step I took felt eternal. I was so tired.

Once inside the car, I sent a message to my husband. "I'm on my way. Sorry for the delay."

I leave my phone in the glove compartment. I turn the key, but this damn car won't start.

"Baby, the battery is dead. I'm waiting for the tow truck." I message my husband again.

I try to calm myself down and receive a Snap from my husband. I open it and I'm shocked.

THAT'S ME!

I try calling him, and my own voice answers the phone. "Yes, he's in the bathroom now. I'm sorry I damaged your car's battery and that my friends stayed so late at your work, but I wanted tonight to be just between him and me." The call immediately ends.

Who the fuck is that guy? I need to get home quickly.

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[fuckboy-jake]

Your boyfriend loved you, but he really wanted to do something to spice up your sex life. He confessed that it would be so hot if you could fuck while you were wearing leather gear and that he was willing to buy you some. Reluctantly, you agreed to try it out. Turns out your boyfriend was right, you did look fucking hot in leather. You became a true dominant in bed and your boyfriend was such a good natural sub boy.

There were some unforeseen changes outside the bedroom, too. You started by making your boyfriend do all the house work, enforcing complete obedience to any of your orders and using him as a foot rest for hours on end.

Your boyfriend warily observed the changes in your relationship dynamics, what had he set in motion? He sat on the floor between the legs of his master, nestled against the leather pants he had gifted you. He gripped at the steel collar around his neck and his dick pulsed in his new cock cage. His boyfriend’s load was still up his ass, kept in by a thick butt plug. He grinned, thinking about how his life had become nothing but a horny haze, a submissive’s wet dream.

[bigboysfalldeep]

life in blue - posession

Officer Petersen is on a high in life.

Everything is going perfectly fine. He's started to build his own home a little further out of town for him and his soon to be wife, a beautiful young woman. Theyve met years ago, and since then, Petersen was sure, she's the one. Today, his captain called him in, to talk about a possible promotion. That would mean more days off, more money and more time for his family.

Now, he's celebrating with his partner Officer Clarke, who he had known for nearly 5 years. Its way after midnight, and the two man emptied a dozen beers already, when the urge to go to the toilet gets worse and worse. Petersen excuses himself, walks through the nearly empty pub and closes the door behind him. Standing there, he opens his unfiorm pants and releases himself. He lets out a low moan in relief, closing his eyes for a second.

He hears someone enter the room as well, but the footsteps stop right behind him. When Petersen opens them, he turns around to see a young man looking at him, a coy smile.

"Im done here, boy." Petersen says, closing his pants, thinking that guy is waiting for him to finish, but somehow, he acts even weirder. The young man is wearing a black leather jacket, a white shirt and tight leather pants, with a huge tent building in them. The officer, slightly drunk, lets his eyes wander all over thag mans body, while he just stares at him, smirking.

"Ive been looking for you, Officer." He says suddenly, with a low, warm voice. Petersen frowns, confused, but somehow, he feels relaxed. "Looking for me? Why?" He growls, trying to walk past him to wash his hands, but the man stops him by placing one hand firmly on his chest. "What is your problem?" Petersen pushes the man, who doesnt even flinch. Instead, he eyes the cops whole body, up and down, before their eyes meet again. "My problem?" He says, his voice getting even smoother somehow. "I..need you." The man bites his lower lip teasingly.

"Fuck off, fag." Petersen scoffs angrily, and pushes right past him to wash his hands. Looking into the mirror, he notices that man still standing there, looking right into his eyes. Right then, they start to flicker, brighter and brighter. "The fuck is that." The officer says, unable to resist those beautiful eyes. "Beautiful, arent they?" The man says, and without breaking eye contact, he locks the door next to him.

"What are you doing?" Petersen asks angrily, turning around. For a moment, he snaps out of this trance, but the man easily calms him down by placing a firm hand on his chest once more. "Relax. Its just meant to be the two of us." The man strokes Petersens chest firmly, and at first, he takes a step back. Hes much bigger than that guy, and he isnt letting a man touch him like that.

"Im a cop, youre in big trouble if you dont let me go." The officer says angrily, trying his best to sound as intimidating as possible. The man, however, just chuckles. "Oh I know who you are, Officer." He smiles teasingly, and shrugs. "Thats why I want you." Petersen shakes his head. He has enough of this bullshit, so he approaches the guy, trying to shove him away to leave that room, that pub altogether.

Somehow, that man anticipated that, and instead of letting him be pushed around, he grabs the cops neck with one hand, while pushing him against the wall. Hes much stronger than he looks, and easily pins the bulky officer to the cold brick wall. "Not so fast." He grins, his eyes now flickering again. "Youre not going anywhere." Petersen fights back, but there is no use. "Let me go, now." He grunts, as the man holds him with one arm against the neck, and his other hand now on the officers big chest again. "You cant leave just yet. The guy grins."There is nothing for you to go back to anyway." The man chuckles again, while stroking Petersen firmly with his hand. "Fuck you, I will not let you grope me." He channels his inner strength, and manages to get off the wall for a mere second, before his assailant pushes him back even harder. "So strong, eh?" He grunts now too. "This will be fun." The man uses his arm to choke Petersen slightly, but more importantly, he fixates the mans head, to force eye contact.

Instantly, the mans eyes seemingly shine brightly, like a multicolored spiral, it twists and turns. The officer fights, but he grows weaker by the second. Something inside him is drawn to this beautiful display, and his focus shifts to those flickering eyes. "Good boy, relax." The man says, weakening his grip. Petersens body slowly reacts as well, with his limbs going numb. "What are you, doing?" He mutters under his breath, causing the man to smile again. "Preparing you for your new life." The guy smirks, letting his hand run freely all over the cops massive chest. "I have a life." He grunts, still fighting even though its futile.

"That life isnt meant for you. Youre whole purpose is to serve. To serve me, your true master." The mans strokes get more and more intense, and in combination with those alluring eyes, Petersen calms down. "Serve you?" He asks, as he starts to rest his back against the wall. "Yes. Sounds good, doesnt it?" The man removes his arm completely, enjoying the sight of this beefy man slowly going under. "It doessss." Petersen smiles weakly, still watching those spinning eyes.

"You dont need that fancy house, that wife of yours." The man frowns now, narrowing his eyes slightly. He looks disgusted even, thinking about that possible life. "I dont...need...." The officer opens his mouth, when the man leans into him, their faces now just inches apart. "The only thing you want, you need, is me." He smiles again, this time, he strokes the cops body with both of his hands, one on his chest, the other now firmly on the officers tenting cock.

"Enjoying that?" He chuckles, rubbing the palm of his hand against Petersen bulging cock. The officers face softens, he raises his eyebrows, opens his mouth and a soft, long moan escapes his lips. "Good boy. Were nearly done." The man makes sure to not break eye contact now, while he easily finds the officers most sensitive spots. Stroking his pecs, his hard nipples and down to his abs, he feels the cop growing bigger and harder inside his firm embrace. "Officer, can you hear me?" He says then, and Petersen nods slowly. "Yes." The man tilts his head, and smirks. "You need to grow even harder. Harder than ever before. I want you to put your whole focus into the tip of your cock. Understood?" Instantly, without any delay, the cop does as hes told. His expression hardens just like all of his muscles. His whole body is edging him on to become bigger. As he concentrates more and more, the man cant help himself but touch Petersen. His huge biceps testing the limits of fabric by pressing against the uniforms shirt, so does his heavy chest. "Good boy." The man smirks, running both of his hands across the chest and back towards the massive bulge still forming inside the uniform pants. Enjoying the feeling of his master touching him, Petersen starts to drool heavily, his soft moans filling the bathroom.

"So big, huh?" The man bites his lip again, feeling his own throbbing dick through his leather pants. "Now. I when I tell you to, you will cum, like youve never did before. And once youre done, you will be mine, following all of my commands. Understood?" Petersen nods painfully, as the urge to cum gets bigger and bigger, just like his already leaking cock.

The man lifts his head, watching the officer struggle heavily, before he grabs Petersens thick cock, firmly jerking him off through his wet pants. "Now."

At this word, the officers cock erupts again and again, shooting one massive load after another right into his uniform. His dick pulsates, vibrates and twitches rapidly, in unison with the mans hand. The cops eyes unfocus before they roll back into his skull, his whole body being overwhelmed by pain and pleasure running through it. Moaning again and again, the man giggles, touching himself at the sight of this bulky man shaking uncontrollably. He drops to his knees, and his master steadies him easily, lifting his chin gently.

"Can you hear me?" The man raises his voice slightly, and Peterson nods, his body still twitching with his cock staining his entire pants. "Yes, master." The officer says, his voice dull, his eyes vacant and his body hard as a rock.

"Good." The man strokes his cheek with one hand, while the other is on his own bulging cock. "Now, before we go, I want you to help me. Suck me off, boy." He grabs himself firmly, and immediately, Petersen leans into the mans crotch, unbuttons his leather pants, to pull them down. The mans already wet, erect cock jumps into the cops face, who eagerly swallows it. He must have sucked cock before, the way he knows how to please a man.

Steadying himself against the wall, the man lets out a low guttural moan, when somebody knocks on the door. "Petersen, are you alright?" Its his partner Clarke, who is looking for him. Annoyed, the man pulls at Petersens hair, to make him stop. "5 more minutes." The man mouths.

"Give me 5 minutes." He says in a monotone voice, and at first, Clarke doesnt respond. Then, he sighs. "Fine. Gonna piss myself soon so hurry up." They hear him leave, and as soon as the man lets go of the hair, Petersen sucks him off again.

It doesnt take long for the man to cum straight into the officers mouth, who gladly takes multiple shots, before he orders him to get up. "Can you hear me, Officer." He says, straightening the mans uniform, and stroking him at the same time. "Yes sir." The cop says.

"You wont go home tonight. Instead, you will come to my place, your new home." He smirks, raising a piece of paper to put it into the mans pocket. With one last look at his new toy, he unlocks the door. "Dont be late." With that he leaves the room unseen, and after tonight, Petersen would vanish without a trace.

[masterlouistf]

Halloween night felt like a costume Jamie couldn't take off. He wore a dark Berghaus quarter-zip, trying to project a hardness he didn't feel, but his reflection just showed a try-hard with a soft jawline and nervous eyes. His girlfriend, Chloe, was already half a bottle of wine deep and thoroughly unimpressed.

"Are you going to do the spooky voice, or can we just get this over with?" she asked, gesturing at the grimy Ouija board on the coffee table.

"It's about atmosphere," Jamie mumbled, placing the board between them. He'd bought it at a car boot sale, drawn to how old and grimy it looked. The planchette felt strangely warm.

They went through the motions, their fingers resting on the plastic triangle. "Is anyone there?" Jamie asked, his voice cracking slightly.

The planchette shuddered and began to move. G-A-Z.

"Gaz? Is that you, granddad?" Chloe giggled, taking a sip of wine.

But Jamie felt a jolt, a genuine spike of ice-cold fear. The name felt dangerous. The planchette slid again, faster this time. N-O-T G-R-A-N-D-A-D.

Chloe soon got bored and went home, but Jamie couldn't shake the feeling. Alone in his room, he felt a pull towards the board. He put his fingers back on the planchette. "Who are you?"

M-A-T-E. C-A-N H-E-L-P.

A voice, low and rough, echoed not in the room, but directly inside his head. Bored, ain't ya? I can tell. This whole life... it's a bit fuckin' tame.

Jamie flinched. "Who is this?"

Name's Gaz. I'm stuck in this shite piece of wood. But I can still do things. I sense what you want, Jamie. You wanna be bigger. Harder. More exciting. I can give ya that. Three wishes. All I ask is you let me tag along for the ride. See the world through your eyes for a bit. What d'ya say?

Jamie’s heart hammered. It was insane. It was a trick. But he was so tired of being himself. "Okay," he whispered. "Deal."

A Few Days Later

A few days later, Jamie was walking past a pub when a group of lads, the exact kind of guys who intimidated him, started giving him shit. "Look at this pretty boy," one of them sneered.

Normally, Jamie would have flushed red and hurried past. But Gaz's voice was a poison drip in his ear. Go on, mate. This is what you wanted. Time for yer first wish. Just wish for the balls to handle it.

"I wish I had the balls to deal with this," Jamie thought, a desperate, panicked prayer.

It felt like a switch being flipped. A surge of pure, violent adrenaline flooded his system. His fear vanished, replaced by searing-hot rage. He didn't feel confident; he felt feral.

"What'd you fuckin' say to me?" The voice that came out of his mouth wasn't his. It was a guttural snarl, his accent twisting into something ugly and common. He shoved the main lad, hard. The ensuing fight was a blur of clumsy, brutal violence. Jamie won, leaving the other guy with a bloody nose, but his knuckles were raw and his whole body screamed in protest.

He stumbled away, horrified and buzzing. Gaz's voice cackled in his head. See? Works a treat, dunnit? Now I'm linked up proper. We're gonna have a great time, you and me.

Jamie's life began to unravel. Gaz was a constant presence, a vulgar commentator on everything. He filled Jamie's head with crude thoughts about men and made him feel nothing but irritation for Chloe.

Jamie started looking in the mirror and hating the soft, middle-class boy staring back. He felt pathetic. The body didn't match the aggression simmering inside him.

"This is your fault," Jamie hissed at the voice in his head.

My fault? I gave ya what ya wanted! It ain't my fault you're built like a fuckin' twig. You look like a pansy. Maybe you should use wish number two to fix that.

He was exhausted from fighting. Maybe if he just gave in a little, things would get easier. "Fine," he growled. "I wish I looked the part. I wish I was properly fucking built."

A jolt of searing, electric heat slammed into his spine, so intense he cried out and dropped to his knees on the floorboards. His bones groaned, popping and cracking as his entire frame was brutally reshaped.

He felt his shoulders crack and widen, stretching his t-shirt until the seams screamed. His clavicle felt like it was being pried apart, creating a broader, more powerful base. The change was agonizing, a wave of raw power he couldn't fight.

Then came the muscle. Searing heat flooded his torso as slabs of pectoral muscle swelled into existence, hard and defined. His stomach clenched violently, the faint softness there boiling away in seconds, replaced by a brutally etched six-pack. He gasped as his arms, weak and slender moments before, began to swell. His biceps and triceps inflated, veins popping up like thick wires under his skin, his arms becoming thick, powerful weapons.

The fire concentrated low in his gut. A deep, demanding ache growing in his dick. He could feel himself thickening, lengthening inside the torturously tight denim of his jeans. The pressure built, an intense, throbbing weight as his cock swelled, growing heavier, thicker, a dominant cut of meat straining for release.

He tried to scream, to say "What the fuck is happening?!" but the voice that came out was alien. A low, familiar, gravelly rumble that vibrated in his new, thicker chest. "W-wha... the Fo'k" The sound was a shock, a rough, guttural sound that wasn't his. It was Gaz's voice. It was his voice now.

Finally, a brutal purge. Memories of Chloe, of gentle kisses and shared jokes, dissolved into static. His university course, the books he’d read, the future he’d planned, all of it was wiped clean. The thrill of a scrap behind the pub. The taste of cheap cider. The feeling of a stolen moped vibrating between his thighs. His thoughts became simpler, heavier, focused on survival, on power, on the heavy, aching weight between his legs.

He was left on his hands and knees on the floor, panting, sweat-soaked. Slowly, he pushed himself up. He looked in the mirror. Staring back was the man from the picture. Hard eyes, thick hair, a powerful, leanly muscled body. His jeans were impossibly tight now. He hooked a thumb into his waistband, pulling it forward slightly to look down at the thick, heavy bulge pressing against the zipper.

Gaz stared at his own hard reflection, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. He could feel the last scraps of Jamie fighting inside, a pathetic whisper in a hurricane.

"My turn, pretty boy," he rumbled, his voice low and final. "One wish left. And it's mine."

He met his own eyes in the mirror, his voice a raw command.

"For my one wish: Shove this straight prick in a cage in my head so he can't do shit but watch. Make this body mine for good. And make every lad who sees it desperate for my cock."

Jamie's consciousness was slammed backwards, locked into a spectator's chair in his own skull. He had eyes and ears, but no mouth, no hands. He was a prisoner watching his life on a screen he could never turn off.

Gaz felt the last resistance snuff out, replaced by the faint, satisfying hum of Jamie's silent, unending scream. A final surge of power hardened his body, locking everything into place. It was done.

It was the brutal, demanding ache in his jeans.

His new cock was a heavy, insistent presence, a thick slab of meat that pulsed with a need so intense it was the only thing he could think about. This body hadn't been used properly, and its new engine was screaming for a test drive.

"Right," he grunted to the empty room. "Time to break this in."

He didn't bother with the front door. He vaulted the back garden fence with an easy, powerful grace that felt completely natural and landed silently on the side street. He shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking, a predator looking for prey.

He turned the corner onto the main road. Bathed in the orange glow of the streetlamps, two lads were walking towards him. They were deep in conversation, smoking and chatting.

"Nah, mate, you wish she was lookin' at you," one of them, with a sharp fade, was saying.

The other, in a baseball cap, just grinned. "She was, dickhead. You was too busy..."

His voice died in his throat.

Their eyes had lifted from each other and locked onto Gaz as he approached. It wasn't just a glance. It was like their brains hit a brick wall. The banter, the smiles, the thoughts, all of it vanished, wiped clean. The light in their eyes went out, replaced by a dumb, slack-jawed hunger. They stumbled to a halt in the middle of the pavement, their bodies going rigid.

Gaz didn't break his stride. He walked right up to them until they were forced to look up at him, their faces a mask of mindless, desperate need. He could see the bulges forming in their trackies. He smirked. It worked even better than he'd imagined.

He stopped, towering over them. He jerked his head towards the dirty pavement at his feet.

"On your knees," he commanded. His voice was a low, gravelly rumble.

Like puppets with their strings cut, they dropped. The scrape of their joggers on the concrete was the only sound. They knelt side-by-side, looking up at him with the blank, total devotion of a dog waiting for a command.

Gaz unzipped his jeans, the sound loud in the night air. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, aching with power.

They didn't need to be told twice. They surged forward as one, clumsy and desperate, their mouths open. Gaz grabbed the back of their heads, feeling the rough buzz cuts under his palms. He leaned back against the brick wall, a wave of pure, triumphant power washing over him.

Inside, he could feel the frantic, silent scream of Jamie shattering against the walls of his mental prison. And Gaz just grinned, shutting his eyes as his first two subjects got to work.

[masterlouistf]

“You ever want this again, scum? Well you had best follow my instructions to the letter” The message from the officer read. Only he wasn’t originally the officer. During an innocent role playing between the officer and the local chav, Jay, things turned nasty and Jay stole the officer’s body. He loved the power and wasn’t going to give it back just like that.

“Get yourself down to the park and blast some music out of that shitty car of yours. Oh, and you’ll find some weed in the car too. Smoke that. Then I can swing by and treat you like the scum you are now haha.”

[mindmelter]

Sudden Lust

I walked into the theater late, there I quickly spotted the perfect seat—right behind this straight couple. The boyfriend in the front seat was a total alpha stud, handsome face, fresh fade with that sharp line-up, and one thick, veined bicep draped casually around his girlfriend’s shoulders as if he owned her. While sitting behind them I touched his arm and let my power kick in, my powers only worked if I made skin contact with a man. The lust hit him like a freight train, sudden, deep, unstoppable gay craving for the gay stranger sitting behind him, no matter how straight he’d been two seconds ago, he now wanted to fuck me more than anything in his life.

He twisted in his seat and looked back at me, those dark eyes now burning with raw hunger. Our stares locked. He flexed that massive bicep and shot me a cocky wink. My cock throbbed. I grinned back, leaned forward, and started feeling up his biceps. My fingers traced his arm while his girl watched the movie, totally oblivious of the stranger enjoying her boyfriend's biceps right behind her. I squeezed and started licking him, he bit his lip, breathing heavier but staying perfectly still so she wouldn’t notice her boyfriend’s muscles getting worshipped by a stranger.

After a few minutes of me groping and him flexing for me, he turned to her. “Babe, I gotta take a leak real quick. Be right back.” He leaned in and kissed her deep—but his eyes never left mine the whole time, locked on me like I was the only thing that mattered. When he stood, the massive tent in his pants was obvious, thick outline straining against the fabric. He walked out. I followed two seconds later.

The second I stepped into the bathroom, he grabbed me, slammed me against the wall, and crushed his mouth to mine like he’d been in love with me his whole life. “Fuck… I don’t know what’s happening to me, I can't think straight. All I can feel is a deep desire for you,” he growled between sloppy, desperate kisses, hands roaming my ass. Straight or not, my power had flipped a switch—he didn’t care anymore. He lifted me easily and my legs wrapped around his waist, his huge arms carrying me like I weighed nothing, and he kicked open a stall door.

He set me on my knees, unzipped fast, and yanked out his thick, hard, dark brown cock—veiny, heavy, already leaking. “Suck it, please...” he asked with need. I teased him by licking the head, but he was having none of that, he roughly grabbed my hair and face-fucked me hard, his hips snapping, that fat head punching the back of my throat while he groaned like an animal. “Shit… your mouth feels better than my girlfriend's pussy, fuck... what's wrong with me?” Saliva dripped down my chin as he used me, balls slapping my chin, owning my face completely.

I pulled off gasping, spun around, shoved my pants down, and arched my ass up. He immediately dropped to his knees, straight stud or not he buried his face between my cheeks, tongue working my hole, eating me out sloppy and hungry like he needed to taste me more than air. I moaned loudly, pushing back against his face. Then he stood, grabbed his monster cock and rolled on a condom he had in his wallet, he lined up and slammed in raw and rough. One brutal thrust and he was balls-deep, stretching me wide. “Take it, bitch,” he snarled, gripping my hips and pounding me like a jackhammer—hard, fast, relentless. The stall rattled. He fucked me deeper with every stroke, grunting, sweat dripping, that powerful body dominating me completely. “Gonna fill this ass... need... to fill... this ass...” He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, cock pulsing inside the condom as he unloaded.

After he recovered, he pulled out, panting. I collapsed onto the toilet seat, legs shaking, hole wrecked and satisfied. Now that he had come, his lust for me was over and he was left embarrassed and confused. He peeled the cum-filled condom off his still-hard cock, tied it quick, and tossed it in the trash without a word. Didn’t even look back. Just zipped up, wiped his mouth, and walked out as if nothing happened, leaving me there, used, leaking, and grinning like the luckiest bottom alive.

[mindmelter]

A Body Stealer Tale: Pissed Out

"Bye-bye, asshole," I mocked in this tattooed sexy stud's deep voice, gripping his thick shaft as I pissed the homophobic prick's essence right into the urinal. Nothing gets me harder than peeing some bigoted jerk out of his own body like that.

My boyfriend and I were having a blast at the concert when our favorite song kicked in. We leaned in for a quick kiss, and that's when this drunk asshole behind us snarled "faggots," making his dumbass friends crack up laughing. My boyfriend looked hurt, but I was straight-up pissed. No way was this tool gonna ruin our special night.

I waited until the perfect moment hit—the homophobe finally separated from his group and stumbled drunk into the bathroom. I told my boyfriend I had to piss and followed the guy in.

The bathroom was packed, so I had to play it smart. I slipped into a stall, left my current host slumped on the toilet, and went ghost. Floating free, I fixated on the prick at the urinal and slid right up his tight ass. He jerked hard, body going rigid mid-stream, but nobody noticed.

Once I was fully in, I wasted no time turning his soul into pure piss and started unloading it. Watching that hateful bastard swirl down the drain got my new cock rock hard. When the flow finally stopped, I was packing a solid eight inches. I gave the shaft a couple of shakes to get the last drops, then zipped up.

Back out at the concert, I strolled past his group of buddies. They yelled his name, trying to wave me over, but I just ignored them and kept walking. I spotted my boyfriend in the crowd, tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned, I pulled him into a tight hug and planted a deep kiss on him.

He froze for a second, eyes wide, but he wasn't dumb, he knew well about my powers, so he melted into my arms, and we started full-on French kissing right there. Behind us, I could hear his friends freaking out.

"Dude, what the fuck? How many drinks did he have?"

"Bro, that's messed up. Let's bounce."

We broke the kiss, and I shot my boyfriend a smug grin.

"Babe, you really shouldn't have," he said, but he was already running his hands over my new pecs, smirking.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you saw my new dick," I teased, grabbing my new bulge and shaking it.

We dove back into another kiss, grinding through the rest of the show as if nothing had happened. When the concert wrapped, my boyfriend drove us home since my new body was still intoxicated. That night I fucked my boyfriend senseless with my fresh upgrade, both of us loving every second of the payback.

[calrider365-deactivated20200125]

[kcristo-deactivated20130304]

[dadnotize]

He’s no Gina

Terry’s girlfriend Gina was off on a college student exchange program. That meant that he had no one to suck his dick, which he preferred together sucked at least once a day.

Terry is a mesmer, someone with the magical ability to hypnotize anyone. He rarely used his powers for mischief, but his gay younger brother Sam was walking by and gave Terry an idea.

“Hey Sam, come over here for a sec,” said Terry. Sam was non magical and would have no resistance to what Terry was about to do next.

“What is it—,” Sam began to say before seeing a green flash in Terry’s eyes which subdued him.

“You’re gay anyway little bro, why don’t you be my little dick sucker while my girlfriend is away,” said Terry while undoing his pants, “and don’t worry, you won’t remember anything about this encounter when we’re done.

A while into his little brother slurping and glugging away, giving him the best bj of his life, Terry asked out of curiosity, “Tell me how it makes you feel to do this for me.”

“I feel used and objectified, but also turned on that you would choose me to do this for you, that I get to suck my own big brother’s dick,” said Sam.

“Damn. That kind of attitude deserves a reward,” said Terry, pulling his brother by his torso of his shirt until their lips met.

Even hypnotized, Sam’s face was red receiving a kiss from his big brother. It was sloppy with the taste of Terry’s own dick in his mouth, but he had to show his appreciation for everything Sam was doing.

“Okay, now get back to sucking. I’d never outlive it if I came from swapping spit with my brother,” said Terry boner twitching.

Sam happily went back to task even though he enjoyed the kissing even more. And Terry felt grateful again, deciding to give another gift.

“Next time you get with a man, you’ll remember that all of this did happen between us. And you’ll come find me and detail all of the things you wished I had done to you too,” Terry said with a laugh leaning back.

‘Yep, this was one hell of a blow job. He’s no Gina. He’s better,’ Terry thought to himself before busting his nut into Sam’s mouth.

[verus-veritas]

Possessed by Pleasure

( AI Generated )

The summer sun beat down mercilessly on the empty park, the air thick with humidity that clung to everything like a second skin. Colton, a broad-shouldered college jock with a mop of blonde hair plastered to his forehead, chucked another rock at the ducks gliding across the pond. The splash echoed in the stillness, the ducks scattering with indignant quacks. He wiped sweat from his brow, his tank top soaked through, clinging to his chiseled frame. 

Nearby, Samuel sprawled across a weathered bench, his muscular legs splayed wide, fanning himself lazily with his baseball cap. His thick, curly mullet dripped sweat onto his neck, the dark brown strands matted against his tanned skin. His hairy chest glistened under the open shirt he hadn’t bothered to button, the heat making him careless.

“Man, this summer’s a fuckin’ drag,” Colton groaned, tossing another rock. “No parties, no chicks, just our dumbass parents nagging us about school.”

Samuel snorted, tilting his cap back to reveal his sharp green eyes. “Tell me about it, bro. My old man’s on my case about grades again. Like I give a shit about calculus when I could be balls-deep in some sorority girl.” He grinned, crude and unapologetic, scratching at the coarse hair on his chest. “Remember that blonde from the Kappa house? Swear she was begging for it after, like, two beers.”

Colton laughed, a low, arrogant sound. “Yeah, dude, you’re such a stud. Bet she’s still dreaming about that mullet tickling her thighs.” 

They cackled, their voices carrying across the empty park, brimming with the careless bravado of youth. They were kings of their own small world, untouchable in their shared arrogance, lazy in their disregard for anyone but themselves.

Boredom gnawed at them, the kind that made trouble sound like fun. “Let’s head into town,” Samuel suggested, sitting up and cracking his knuckles. “Steal some shit, mess with people. You know, the usual.”

Colton’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Fuck yeah. Let’s see how many of those old farts we can piss off before dinner.” 

They grabbed their stuff, littering the park with empty soda cans and chip bags without a second thought, and kicked over a “No Loitering” sign by the park entrance for good measure. The crunch of metal under Samuel’s sneaker made them both laugh as they sauntered toward town, their strides long and confident.

The main street was quiet, the heat keeping most folks indoors. They passed a diner, where Samuel flipped off a waitress who glared at them through the window, and stopped outside an antique store tucked between a barber shop and a laundromat. The faded sign read “Mabel’s Oddities,” and the window displayed dusty trinkets and creepy porcelain dolls that made Colton shudder exaggeratedly.

“This place looks like a fuckin’ haunted house,” he muttered, but his grin betrayed his interest.

Inside, the air was musty, thick with the scent of old wood and mothballs. Shelves overflowed with junk—rusted candelabras, chipped teacups, a taxidermied owl that seemed to stare right through them. Behind the counter sat an old woman, her hair a wild nest of gray, her eyes sharp and suspicious. She wore a shawl that looked older than the town itself, and her voice rasped like dry leaves when she warned them, “Don’t touch nothin’ unless you’re buyin’.”

“Yeah, yeah, chill, grandma,” Samuel said, flashing a smirk as he poked at a brass lamp. 

The woman, presumably Mabel, glared but said nothing, her fingers tightening around a cane propped against the counter. Colton wandered toward the back, nudging Samuel and nodding toward a glass case behind the counter. Inside was an ancient tome, its leather cover cracked and adorned with strange, swirling sigils that seemed to pulse under the dim light. A small brass lock held it shut, glinting faintly.

“Dude,” Colton whispered, his eyes gleaming. “That book looks like some Harry Potter shit. Bet it’s worth something.”

Samuel’s grin widened. “Let’s snag it. You distract the old hag, I’ll grab it.” 

Colton nodded, sauntering to the back of the store where he “accidentally” knocked over a shelf of glass figurines. The crash was deafening, and Mabel hobbled over, cursing under her breath. Samuel seized the moment, slipping behind the counter with the grace of a practiced thief. His fingers worked quickly, picking the lock on the case with a paperclip he kept in his pocket for exactly this kind of thing. The tome was heavier than it looked, its pages yellowed and brittle, but he tucked it under his arm and whistled sharply. Colton bolted for the door, Samuel close behind, their laughter echoing as they sprinted down the street.

Mabel stood at the entrance, shaking her fist and screaming, “You little shits! You’ll regret touchin’ that book!” 

Samuel turned, flipping her off with both hands. “Suck it, you old bitch! Go back to your cauldron!” They disappeared around the corner, the tome pressed against Samuel’s sweat-soaked shirt, their cackling fading into the humid air.

—

Back at Samuel’s house, the two sprawled in the living room, the AC barely keeping up with the heat. The tome sat on the coffee table, its presence oddly commanding. Its leather cover was warm to the touch, the sigils seeming to writhe when caught in the corner of their eyes. Colton pried open the lock with a pocketknife, revealing pages filled with incomprehensible text, the ink faded but still dark in places, some smeared with what looked like dried blood. The metallic scent hit them both, and Samuel wrinkled his nose. “What the fuck is this? Some kinda vampire diary?”

Colton flipped through, stopping on a page with a vivid illustration. It showed a circle of naked figures—men and women locked in a writhing, orgiastic embrace around a pentagram. Above them hovered a horned creature, its form both grotesque and alluring, with a tail curling like smoke. 

“Yo, check out the tits on that one,” Colton said, pointing at a woman in the drawing, his voice dripping with juvenile glee.

Samuel laughed, but his eyes caught something else—a scrawled translation beneath the pentagram, written in shaky Latin. 

“Hey, look at this. Someone wrote what it says.” Without thinking, he read the words aloud, his voice stumbling over the unfamiliar syllables: “Ego invoco te, Xaz’zaraul, filius Asmoseros, dominus libidinis…” 

The incantation rolled off his tongue, each word heavier than the last, until the final syllable hung in the air like a thunderclap.

The world went silent. The hum of the AC, the distant chirp of cicadas, even the creak of the house all vanished. The air thickened, pressing against their skin, and a wave of dread washed over them, primal and suffocating. 

Colton’s eyes widened. “Yo, Sam, you feel that?”

Before his friend could answer, a deep, sultry voice purred from behind them, “Oh, I definitely felt that.”

Hands, warm, strong, and unnervingly heavy suddenly settled on their shoulders. They yelped, scrambling forward and spinning to face the intruder.

He was massive, at least seven feet tall, his skin a deep, blood-red that seemed to glow faintly in the dim room. Black, wiry hair covered his broad chest and scalp, framing a face that was both youthful and wickedly handsome, with sharp cheekbones and a goatee that he stroked with long, clawed fingers. A tattered cloth hung low around his hips, barely covering him, and a long, whip-like tail swayed lazily behind. The air around him shimmered with heat, carrying a scent that was intoxicating—sweat, musk, and something primal that made their pulses race.

Colton stammered, “What… what the fuck are you?”

The creature bowed with a flourish, his tail flicking playfully. “Xaz’zaraul, at your service. But you boys can call me Raul. One of the thirteen sons of Asmoseros, lord of lust and carnal delight.” His voice was like velvet, each word dripping with promise. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he savored the humid air of the room. “It’s been… oh, two thousand years since I last tasted the mortal world. You boys opened a lovely little rift for me to slip through.”

Samuel’s shirt, discarded on the couch earlier, caught Raul’s eye. He bent down, picking it up with a reverence that was almost obscene, and pressed it to his face. His long, forked tongue slithered out, lapping at the sweat-soaked fabric, his sharp teeth grazing it as he moaned softly. “Such… vitality,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Samuel, pale and trembling, shouted, “You’re a fucking sex demon?!”

Raul’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Precisely.” He dropped the shirt, his gaze sweeping over them both, lingering on Samuel’s hairy chest, slick with sweat from the heat. “And I’m here to indulge. But first, I need a human vessel. A permanent home in this world.” 

His eyes locked onto Samuel, predatory and hungry. “You’ll do nicely.”

Samuel bolted for the door, his heart pounding, but Raul vanished in a blur, reappearing in front of him with a chuckle. “Now, now, where’s the fun in running?” 

Samuel skidded to a halt, fists raised, his voice shaking but defiant. “I’ll kick your ass back to whatever fucked-up hell you crawled out of!”

Raul laughed, a rich, throaty sound. “I admire that fire. It’ll taste divine.” 

Before Samuel could swing, Raul’s hand shot out, clawed fingers tangling in the jock’s curly mullet. Samuel froze, his body seizing as if struck by lightning. His eyes rolled back, turning milky white, and his limbs trembled violently, muscles twitching under his sweat-slicked skin. 

Raul threw his head back, moaning, “More! More! Give me more!” His voice was ecstatic, feeding off whatever he was pulling from Samuel.

Seconds later, the shaking stopped. Samuel’s fists dropped, his shoulders slumped, and his head lolled forward. His eyes returned to their normal green, but they were empty, unfocused, like windows to a vacant house. His jaw hung slack, a thin line of drool trickling down his chin, pooling on his hairy chest.

Colton, frozen in horror, choked out, “What did you do to him?”

Raul smirked, his voice suddenly shifting seamlessly into Samuel’s, complete with the faint Texan drawl. “I vacated the premises, bro. Flushed out all that pesky personality, memories, everything that made him… Samuel. He’s an empty vessel now, ready for me.” He winked, his expression so eerily Samuel that Colton’s stomach churned. “Don’t worry, I’ve got all his essence. I’ll slide right into his life, and no one will ever know.”

Colton tried to run, but his body wouldn’t move, his limbs locked as if bound by invisible chains. He could only scream, his voice hoarse. “Let us go, you freak!”

Raul wagged a finger, his voice back to its sultry timbre. “Oh, Colton, where’s the fun in that? Stay. Watch the show.”

He turned to Samuel’s mindless body, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Leaning close, he whispered into Samuel’s ear, words too soft and guttural to decipher, a low chant that seemed to vibrate through the air. 

Samuel’s body suddenly jerked to life, moving with a clumsy, puppet-like grace, as if strings were pulling him from within. His hands fumbled at his belt, fingers trembling as they unbuckled it, the leather sliding through the loops with a slow, deliberate rasp. His jeans fell to his ankles, followed by his boxers, the fabric catching briefly on his thick thighs before pooling on the floor. His cock sprang free, already half-hard, glistening with sweat in the humid air, the tip twitching as if responding to an unseen command.

Samuel’s face twisted into a vacant, perverse grin, his mouth slurring incoherent groans, “Uhh… nngh… f-feels…” His voice was thick, sluggish, barely forming words, each sound dripping with drool that spilled from his slack jaw, sliding down his chin and onto his hairy chest.

His hands moved mechanically, guided by Raul’s will, fingers grazing his nipples, pinching them until they hardened. His groans grew louder, more animalistic, “G-good… uhh… m-more…” His body shuddered with each touch, his muscles flexing involuntarily, sweat beading and rolling down his torso, catching in the coarse hair that spread across his pecs and trailed down to his navel.

Raul stepped closer, his presence radiating heat that made the air shimmer. He pressed his nose into the crook of Samuel’s neck, inhaling deeply, his long tongue flicking out to taste the salt of Samuel’s skin. 

“This flesh,” he murmured, his voice a low, reverent growl, “so ripe, so brimming with primal energy.”

His clawed fingers traced the contours of Samuel’s back, lingering on the curve of his spine, then sliding up to tangle in the damp curls of his mullet. He tugged gently, tilting Samuel’s head back, exposing the taut line of his throat. Samuel’s empty eyes stared at the ceiling, his mouth open, drool pooling and dripping in slow, viscous strands.

Raul’s hands roamed lower, skimming over Samuel’s hips, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin just above his groin. Samuel’s cock twitched, hardening fully, precum beading at the tip and sliding down the shaft, mixing with the sweat that coated his skin. Raul’s tail slithered forward, its tip curling around Samuel’s thigh, the smooth, warm surface brushing against his inner leg, teasingly close to his balls.

Samuel’s body reacted instinctively, his hips jerking forward, a slurred moan escaping his lips, “Nngh… s-so… gooood… uuuh…” His face contorted into a lewd grimace, his tongue lolling slightly, drool spilling onto his chest, glistening in the dim light.

The demon’s hands guided Samuel’s own, one wrapping around his cock, the other kneading his pecs, fingers digging into the muscle, tugging at the coarse hair. Raul moved with deliberate slowness, savoring every reaction, every twitch of Samuel’s mindless body. 

He leaned in, his lips brushing Samuel’s ear, whispering more incomprehensible words that made Samuel’s groans deepen, his voice a low, guttural, “F-fuuuck… nnngh… p-please…” The words were barely coherent, a string of slurred syllables driven by pure sensation, his body a puppet to Raul’s perverse control.

Across the room, a mirror reflected the scene, but Raul’s form was invisible. It was just Samuel, standing alone, his hand stroking his cock with slow, rhythmic motions, his face twisted into a perverse smirk that looked wrong, alien on his features. His hairy chest heaved with each breath, sweat and drool mixing into a slick sheen that caught the light.

Colton, paralyzed, could only watch, his pleas growing weaker, his voice cracking. “Stop it… please… that’s my best friend…”

Raul’s voice shifted back to Samuel’s, taunting, the Texan drawl dripping with mockery. “Yo, bro, check it out. Feels so fuckin’ good jerkin’ my fat cock. Look at it, man, fuckin’ throbbing.” 

He sped up the strokes, Samuel’s hips bucking in rhythm, the wet slapping of skin growing louder, more frantic. Samuel’s body was a perfect marionette, every movement dictated by Raul’s will, his thighs trembling, his cock leaking steadily now, precum dripping onto the floor in thick, glistening drops. 

His groans were a constant stream of slurred nonsense, “Uhh… f-feels… s-sooo… nngh… g-goood…” His eyes remained vacant, but his face twisted into expressions of raw, mindless pleasure, his mouth hanging open, drool pooling and spilling, his tongue flicking out instinctively.

Raul’s tail tightened around Samuel’s thigh, the tip brushing higher, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath his balls. Samuel’s body shuddered violently, his hips thrusting forward, his cock pulsing in his hand. Raul’s fingers slid down Samuel’s chest, tracing the lines of muscle, circling his navel, then dipping lower to cup his balls, rolling them gently in his palm. 

Samuel’s groans grew louder, more desperate, “M-more… uhh… f-fuuck… nngh… meee…” His voice was a broken record of pleasure, each sound punctuated by the wet slap of his hand on his cock, the slick sound filling the room like a perverse symphony.

Raul leaned back, his eyes gleaming with delight as he watched Samuel’s body writhe under his control. He pressed his chest against Samuel’s back, his red skin hot against the jock’s sweat-slicked flesh, guiding both of Samuel’s hands now—one stroking his cock, the other pinching and twisting his nipple. The demon’s long tongue slithered out, lapping at the sweat on Samuel’s neck, then trailing down to his shoulder, tasting the salt and musk with a low, satisfied moan. 

“This body is a fucking feast,” Raul purred, his voice vibrating against Samuel’s skin. “Every inch of it, pulsing with desire. I can’t wait to play with you forever.”

Samuel’s body responded with a shudder, his hips bucking harder, his cock throbbing in his hand. His face was a mask of mindless ecstasy, his eyes half-lidded, his mouth open in a constant stream of drool and slurred groans, “G-good… uughh… s-so… f-fuuuuck…”

His thighs trembled, his muscles flexing and relaxing in waves, his body entirely at the mercy of Raul’s touch. The demon’s tail slid higher, the tip brushing against Samuel’s cock, curling around the base and squeezing gently, eliciting another slurred moan, “Nngh… p-please… m-more…”

Raul’s grin widened, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Time for the finale, Samuel. Cum for me. Let me in.” 

He pressed himself fully against Samuel’s back, his red-skinned form aligning perfectly with the jock’s sweat-soaked body. Samuel’s face flushed red, his grin blissful and empty, his thighs spasming as his cock pulsed harder, the precum flowing freely now, coating his hand and dripping onto the floor. Raul’s hands tightened on Samuel’s, guiding the strokes with fierce intensity, the rhythm relentless, the wet slapping echoing through the room.

Then, with a devious chuckle, Raul began to merge with Samuel’s body. His red skin shimmered as he pressed himself into Samuel’s back, his form sinking into the jock’s flesh. The invasion was slow, deliberate, each inch of Raul’s body melding with Samuel’s, the sensation overwhelming. 

Samuel’s body convulsed violently, his eyes crossing, his hips thrusting wildly as if trying to escape the intrusion but unable to resist. His groans became a cacophony of slurred, incoherent sounds, “Nngh…yeees… f-fuuck… c-cum… uuhh… i-inside…” 

His cock throbbed, the tip swollen, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering his hairy chest, his face, and the mirror across the room. The orgasm was relentless, wave after wave, his body jerking with each pulse, cum mixing with the sweat and drool that coated him, his face twisted in blissful, mindless pleasure.

Raul’s tail was the last to disappear, slithering into Samuel’s back with a final, obscene wriggle. Samuel’s body arched, his head thrown back, a guttural scream tearing from his throat as the demon fully claimed him. His cock continued to spew, the cum pooling on the floor, streaking his thighs, and matting the hair on his chest. 

His body slumped briefly, jerking erratically, then straightened, standing tall as he took a deep, shuddering breath. His eyes rolled back, then snapped forward, no longer vacant but gleaming with a devious, unfamiliar light.

Colton, tears streaming down his face, whispered, “Sam?”

The figure turned, grinning. “Of course it’s me, bro. Your best friend since middle school.” 

The voice was wrong—Raul’s deep, sultry tone. He laughed, catching himself, and shifted back to Samuel’s voice, complete with the Texan drawl. “Whoops. Sorry, but Samuel’s gone now. His body and mind, however, are all mine to keep.” 

He stretched, flexing Samuel’s biceps, then buried his face in Samuel’s hairy armpit, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, this flesh is exquisite.” His tongue lapped at the sweat, a low moan escaping as he savored it.

He ran his hands over Samuel’s chest, smearing cum across the hair, then scooped some from the floor and licked it off his fingers, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. 

“This body’s a goddamn masterpiece,” he purred, flexing again, admiring the taut muscles. “Not as strong as my old form, but the sensations… worth it.”

Colton’s voice was barely a whisper. “W-What about me?”

The new Samuel sauntered over, grabbing Colton’s chin and licking the side of his face, tasting the salt of his tears and sweat. 

“Don’t worry, bro,” he said, his voice dripping with Samuel’s cadence. “My younger demon brother’s dying to try on some human flesh. You’ll make a fine vessel.” He grinned, the expression alien on Samuel’s face, a perverse mask hiding the demon within. “We’re gonna have so much fun with this world.”

Colton’s tears fell faster, licked away by the demon’s tongue. The room reeked of sweat, cum, and something darker, the air heavy with the consequences of their reckless theft. The tome lay forgotten on the table, its pages fluttering as if stirred by an unseen wind, a silent witness to the demonic desires now unleashed into the world.

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