The eyes are the windows to the soul. I’d never realised just how true that saying really was until recently. I could really see it now. Because whenever I looked into Leo’s eyes, I could always see Rory staring right back at me. Even now as we sat in a coffee shop together he looked over at me while sipping on his iced latte. His eyes gleaming with the same love for me that Rory’s always had.
It was enough to give immediate butterflies. Though, if I was being totally honest, Leo’s body was enough to do that on its own. All that size and hairy muscle Rory now had under his control was just something else entirely.
———
3 months ago Rory had been involved in a terrible accident. You might be thinking of a car crash or a work related incident. But nope. It was a fucking lightning strike. A freak thunderstorm that’d come out of nowhere decided that of all places to strike lightning, it was gonna do it mere inches away from my boyfriend. A lot of lightning strike victims survive in some manner but Rory wasn’t so lucky. That strike took him out for good. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.
His body had been taken away and I as well as our family were left to mourn as we planned Rory’s funeral. It didn’t feel real at the time. Like it was all a sick joke. But that’s when it happened.
One night as I was looking back on some of our pictures together, I felt something cold press against my back. I hardly had time to react before I felt whatever it was pressing inside me as though it was seeping into my skin. Forcing its way into my body and attempting to take control. I tried to fight, resulting in my body and limbs flailing around chaotically, but it was no use. Soon enough this thing had forced its way inside entirely and quickly assumed full control on my body.
At first it seemed like a nightmare. Seeing my body move against my will. That is until I heard a familiar voice in my head telling me not to worry. I couldn’t believe it. It was Rory’s voice! He then spoke aloud using my own body’s voice as he apologised for taking over without asking me but he assumed this was the only way I would believe him. Naturally my mind was spinning with questions and he could hear every last one of them. So he took his time to explain everything.
He told me that ever since he was killed in that crazy thunderstorm, he’d been stuck wandering as a ghost. He wasn’t sure why but he theorised that perhaps something about that lightning strike had prevented him from moving on somehow? It was all he could think of since he hadn’t come across any other ghosts. Apparently he’d been watching me and his family ever since until he figured out he could possess people. Something he realised when he accidentally slipped inside the body of our mailman not long ago. Apparently it’d taken him days to figure out how to leave the poor man’s body.
“I would’ve possessed someone else or told you while I was inside the mailman but I didn’t you’d ever believe me if I didn’t go the full mile.” He explained with my own voice. “You’d probably think I was some crazy stalker.” And he was right. There was no way I would’ve believed him had he not literally been inside my body right now. That said I was feeling an almost incomprehensible mix of emotions right now.
Love. Joy. Shock. Fear. Relief. Those and so so many more all bundled up to create this whirlwind I was feeling as Rory took the opportunity to check my face out in the bathroom mirror. Going on to comment on how weird it was to see the face of his handsome boyfriend being reflected back at him as he prodded at my body while I was helpless in the passenger seat. Add Horny to the list of emotions.
But we both quickly agreed that this wasn’t the best way to proceed. For a start I wanted to actually be in control of my own body and as fun as it was to both live in the same head, I’m sure we’d miss not being able to kiss and cuddle up together as individuals and also having our private time when needed. Oh and being able to fuck of course. That said, if we wanted our relationship to continue then we needed to go about this a different way.
Getting Rory a new body of his own.
So that’s what we planned to do. I allowed him to hop in and out of my body for the meantime as a means of easy communication while we hunted for someone else for Rory to take over. We wanted to find a man who would be perfect on the outside but a complete asshole on the inside. Why? Well whenever Rory possessed someone, that person was completely conscious of everything. Something I knew very well by that point. For that reason we didn’t want Rory to just steal the body of the first hot guy we saw and damn some innocent guy to be a mere spectator for the rest of his life. Instead we needed to find a dude who was a total scumbag that deserved such a fate.
And it took awhile. Sure there’s plenty of bad people out in the world. But not all of them were obvious and the ones that were usually didn’t meet the physical criteria shall we say. There were a few close picks that Rory and I kept our eyes on but everything changed when we found Leo.
Rory had been in control of my body at the time. We’d decided to head downtown and shop around for the afternoon. Going into a few shops and buying some stuff here and there. Eventually we decided to have a little browse around one of those sporty shops that sell all sorts of athletic clothes that were great for the gym and other physical activities. That’s when we saw him.
Browsing some of the shoes on displays was this gorgeous adonis of a man. He seemed about the same height as me but man was he beefy! It looked as though his clothes were struggling to contain his body. The blue compression shirt hugged his upper body nice and tight in a way that showed off his hefty pecs that undoubtedly bounced with every step he took. Even the hard tips of his nipples were easily seen through the tight fabric. As for the sleeves. They seemed as though they struggled to fit around even a small portion of those colossal biceps he was showing off to the world. So thick with power. Bulging with strength. And those pale blue jeans being so firmly strapped to his legs that not much was left to the imagination. So skin tight that it was easy to admire those hulking thighs and calves, never mind that huge muscle ass and noticeably large package.
I could immediately tell Rory liked him. After all he had full control over all my bodily functions and yet I just got one of the hardest boners of my life. Though I can’t lie, even if I was in control my body probably would’ve reacted the same to a hunk like that. Especially after we saw his face. Because if that body alone wasn’t enough, his face looked as though it’d been carved by the gods themselves. So perfectly masculine in every way that was both rugged and gorgeous at the same time. And that beard. God the beard. It was so perfectly thick and full. I just wanted to run my hands through it and worship it for all it was worth. This guy was our dream man.
Hence Rory used my body to subtly follow the man around the store for a while. The two of us soon finding out he even had a full head of thick hair hiding underneath that cap he was wearing when he flipped it around at one point. I was starting to wonder if this man had any flaws whatsoever.
Sooner or later though, the man exited the store and we soon followed. Watching as he walked through town before dipping into another shop. Seeing this I reminded Rory that if we followed him into too many stores, he’d eventually notice and call us out. I told him that it would be safer if he left my body and continued to follow that hunk in his ghostly form without me and report back tonight. Rory liked the sound of that plan, soon jumping out of my body and leaving me disoriented for a moment. I couldn’t see him anymore of course but I could only assume followed our new friend into that other shop afterwards and to anywhere else that hunk went.
Then I just had to wait.
———
Later that same evening I was sitting up in bed watching some TV as I absentmindedly rubbed my cock to the thought of that hunk from earlier that day. And then right one cue that familiar icy hot feeling rushed over my entire being as Rory slipped back inside my skin. By this point we’d done it enough times that the possessions were usually seamless.
He didn’t waste any time in catching me up. Rory told me how he’d followed the dude all the way back to his place. Didn’t take him long to find out the hunk’s name was Leo and that he lived alone in a fairly decent flat. Not to mention that underneath that compression shirt, the dude was a fucking gorilla! Not only was absolutely built with muscle but he was covered in manly fur from head to toe. Especially his chest and stomach.
Rory said he’d watched Leo for a good couple of hours and hadn’t picked up on anything just yet that would qualify him for certified asshole just yet. But there was a certain vibe he got from Leo. A hunch that said he wasn’t as pretty underneath all that masculine charm as you might want to believe. That said we agreed Rory would continue to surveil Leo for at least a couple more days to see if his little hunch checked out.
And with that he wished me love before hopping out of my body and leaving me to wait yet again.
———
And wait I did. For over a week in fact. I did my best to live my life as normally as possible in the meantime but the suspense of it all was killing me. Rory had never taken this long to surveil a body before this. I was even starting to worry that maybe something had happened to him somehow. But all of my doubts and worries were put to rest one afternoon when I heard a knock at my front door.
When I opened the door, my jaw practically fell to the floor. Stood before me in all his huge hairy and hunky glory was non-other than the same man I’d seen at that sports store. The same man who’s memory had been living rent free in my head for the past week. The very same man Rory had been surveilling this whole time. Standing before me was none other than Leo who was grinning at me ear to ear. His eyes full of both love and mischief at the same time. But I could tell from that one look alone that it wasn’t the real Leo in control. Behind those eyes was boyfriend Rory.
I barely had time to get a word out before he wrapped me up in a massive bear hug. Intentionally pulling me down and squishing my face between those enormous hairy pillows he called a chest. The enormity of which was hardly covered by a tight red tank top. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath as my face remained submerged between that thick muscle, inhaling his scent nice and deep. His powerful pheromones filled my nostrils in a way that made my brain light up. Not to mention the feeling of those large muscled arms holding me nice and tight while my cock twitched and flailed, trying not to cum on the spot.
I was in a total daze by the time he let go, pulling away from his gorgeous chest so I could stand up straight again and look into those sparkling eyes of his once again. Once again I tried to speak but he cut me off, this time by pressing those hot bearded lips against my own. It started soft but it only took a few seconds for it to devolve into something more primal and passionate. Him deepening the kiss as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth.
“Rory? Please tell me it’s you.” I was finally able to say once the two of us pulled away. It had to be. The look in those eyes was unmistakable. I was certain it was my boyfriend in there.
“You’d be in deep shit if it wasn’t.” He replied with a smirk, giving me the confirmation I needed to breathe a sigh of relief and smile back at him. “And I’d say we have ourselves a winner.” He added while gesturing down at his newly stolen form and giving him hairy pecs a quick squeeze.
I almost couldn’t believe it at first. “No fucking way. Please don’t say you’re messing with me… You’re actually gonna keep this one? Like forever?” I asked while gazing up and down his form, subtly licking my lips as I spoke. As well as that red tank top he also wore a pair of skin tight sweatpants that clung to his legs even better than those jeans did when I last saw Leo. Sat on his head was a black cap that was once again hiding his perfect hair underneath. And to bring the whole look together was a silver chain that hung around his neck and across his upper chest. Yet as I tried to scan his clothes, my eyes found themselves unable to keep their gaze away from those giant biceps or that handsome face for more than a few seconds at a time. What I’m saying is that if I were a woman, I’d probably get pregnant just from looking at him. Instead it just felt like my cock was about to make a mess of my underwear instead.
“Ooooh yeah. You wouldn’t believe the shit I found out about this guy. Seemed okay at first but I got to see those layers pull back first hand. And he was a total fucking scumbag who didn’t deserve any of this.” I could’ve fainted as I watched him flex those biceps after saying that. “So to answer your question, yes. I’m gonna keep this one. Forever.”
I don’t think I’d ever been more happy in my life to find out that another dude was a complete asshole. So much so that I dragged him inside the house and shut the door behind so I could give him a real hug this time. Squeezing him with all the love I had while telling Rory how happy I was that he could truly be here with me again. That I could actually see and talk to him again even if he looked different now.
“You sure you’re not just happy that I’m this massive hairy stud now?” He joked.
“It’s the person on the inside that matters most to me.” I said, trying my best to sound humble. “But I can’t say it’s not an added bonus to see you inside a body like this one.” I continued honestly while smiling back at him.
After that the two of us got seated on the couch where Rory explained to me everything that he witnessed over the past week he’d been observing Leo for.
Like he said before, everything seemed normal at first. Just a regular dude living his life. That is until Rory saw Leo texting on his phone. He didn’t think too much of it until he realised that Leo was texting multiple women at once. He didn’t want to assume things at first but judging by the way he messaged each one of these women, it seemed as though he was dating all of them! There had to be at least 3 different women he was leading on. Jumping between all their messages and letting them believe they were the only one. But it only gets worse.
Over that week he’d invited two of the three women to stay at his place for a night or two and the way he treated them was horrible! He acted like such a misogynist getting these women who were guests in his home to cook meals and do all the washing up. He treated them like crap and Rory couldn’t understand why these women put up with it? Initially he’d assumed it was because of how purely handsome Leo was that he could just get away with it. But after witnessing Leo fuck those women like an absolute beast he started to wonder if that was the real reason as well. He was an stud who knew how fuck and make his female partners orgasm multiple times. And because of that they let him walk all over them.
By this point Rory said that alone might not have been enough to sway him but there was so much more that happened on top of that. For example on the nights where none of his girlfriends were staying over at his place, he would instead find some other random chick on a hook up app to have over instead. Which meant he was fucking almost every single night without fail only to then practically toss these hook up’s out the door the very next morning. The way he treated women was just… ugh.
Rory then explained how he’d followed Leo to places like his job as a construction worker and the gym where he’d meet up with his friends. Once again it didn’t seem too bad at first until they started making certain comments that made Rory’s eye twitch. It started with more horrible treatment of women. That seemed to be a common theme unfortunately. Whenever an attractive woman would walk past the construction site Leo and his buddies were currently working at, they’d all made some kind of crude comment or gesture towards one another about the poor woman. Often talking about women as though they were sexdolls for their pleasure and not real people who deserved respect. It was disgusting to say the least.
What made it even worse however was when Leo and his buds spotted a gay couple walking past, they couldn’t help muttering homophobic comments under their breath. Chuckling to one another as they made fun of the two unsuspecting men holding hands and Leo even went as far as to call them faggots. Not to their faces of course but that didn’t matter to Rory. He still said it.
So by this point Rory had already been able to establish that Leo was sexist, homophobic, a misogynist and most likely a narcissist as well from what he could tell. With all that under his belt, Rory was willing to bet there was even more shit buried underneath that pretty exterior of Leo’s but he’d already seen enough. This guy didn’t deserve his body.
So Rory took it.
One evening as Leo was texting away on his phone messaging one of his multiple girlfriends yet again. Probably deciding if he wanted to invite them around or if he was just gonna find himself another hook up. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t going to get the chance to decide as Rory finally dove towards the hulking man.
Apparently what followed was a long loud roar of discomfort and inner struggle as Rory tried to force his way inside Leo. But it wasn’t easy from what Rory depicted. Out of the few people he’d possessed since becoming a ghost, Leo was definitely that most difficult. Fighting back against the foreign invasion of his body with everything he had. Rory described it like two strong forces pushing against one another with everything they had. For a moment Rory wasn’t totally sure he’d be able to take over but eventually, much to Rory’s delight, Leo's resolve begun to crack.
Before long the hairy meathead of a man fell to his knees. Knuckles on the floor like the gorilla of a man he was. His back arching while he let out another involuntary groan of distress as Rory was finally able to force himself deeper inside Leo’s body. His soul and mind slowly being pushed out of control by Rory as he forced Leo into submission. The hirsute hunk’s eyes darted around in a panic as he felt himself losing whatever will he had over his own body until soon enough not even his eyes obeyed him.
Once the struggle came to an end, Leo’s body collapsed to the floor face down. Still conscious but panting heavily. But as soon as he’d gathered himself, Leo’s eyes opened. Only behind those eyes, Leo was nowhere to be seen. Looking through those piercing blue irises was none other than Rory. Sure Leo was still in there somewhere but he was in the backseat now. A passenger and nothing more.
He placed his rough hands on the floor and pushed himself up off the ground. And as he rose, the first thing Rory saw while looking down were those thick meaty pecs. Only now they belonged to him. He wasn’t just admiring them from the outside anymore like the ghost he was. No. They were his. An enormous grin spread across Rory’s face and immediately he could feel the way his new beard and mustache curved at the expression. Running his hands through that thick manly facial hair had been intoxicating for him. He probably would have admired it for hours had the desire to squeeze and grope all of his new muscle not overwhelmed him soon after.
What Rory described to me next was a scene I would’ve committed murder to have watched with my own two eyes.
He went on to tell me how he’d slowly stripped himself of what little clothing Leo had been wearing at the time of possession. Gradually revealing more and more of the body he’d stolen in all its huge hairy glory. Finding the first mirror he could and watching how each and every muscle in Leo’s body moved and bulged to his whim. Every moan that escaped his mouth being filtered through a deep masculine baritone that only served to make Rory hornier. Even going on to describe how he’d had an erection pretty much from the second he took control over Rory’s cock. And it was *fat*. Apparently the two of us had been right about him being well endowed as between all the flexing and exploring of his new body, Rory had found it increasingly hard to ignore his new cock. He’d wanted to save the best for last but he couldn’t help passively stroking it through his underwear.
When he finally pulled that thing out, he described it like a monster cock. The kind you’d only ever see in porn. Yet there it was between his legs, standing tall and proud. After that he didn’t go into too much more detail. All he told me was after he was done exploring every inch of his new body and cock, he needed to take a long shower to get cleaned up. My imagination could already fill in the blanks. Constant self worship with one hand and masturbation with the other hand. The room filling with the sound of deep masculine grunts for over an hour straight until finally he exploded like a volcano over himself. That new cock proving itself to be a proper cum fountain.
And that brought us back to the two of us sat together in my living room. Rory told me he’d spent a good bit of time familiarising himself with Leo’s body and finding out a few extra details that he couldn’t see while observing. And the day after it all went down, he came here to show me good news. And so here we were, me sitting next to this Goliath of a man. Him looking at me with such a kind and gentle expression that made me blush. Now that my loving boyfriend was behind the steering wheel, it was hard for me to imagine this guy having been such an asshole before. Part of me was glad to have not seen it but at the same time just the thought was weirdly hot. My soft and tender hearted gay boyfriend stealing the body of an arrogant straight guy and forcing him to watch as Rory not only made his body gay as fuck but genuinely made him an infinitely better person.
That’s when something hit me. “Wait. Is he still conscious in there? Like can he see and hear everything you can right now??” I asked as I started to recall what it was like for me whenever Rory was inside my body.
“Yuuuuup. He’s definitely conscious.” Rory confirmed. “He woke up a couple hours after I took control. He must’ve been exhausted from fighting against me. I’d just gotten out of the shower and was trying on some of his clothes when I started to hear his voice.
He sounded confused and scared at first but that quickly turned to anger when I explained to him what’d happened. Told him that I’d been watching him as a ghost for the past week. Seeing how much of a scumbag he was to those around him. And so I’d decided that he didn’t deserve his body anymore and that I would turn his life right around.” He continued with a smug look on his face. “I carefully explained to him that I’d been a ghost searching for a new body and that he just seemed like the perfect fit for me.”
“No fuckin way. You actually said all that to him?” I chuckled. “How did he respond?”
“Not very well to say the least.” Rory admitted though it was somewhat of expected. “He started shouting and wailing at me, demanding I get the fuck out of his body and what not. He very quickly jumped to insults which I won’t repeat but I will say they were rather distasteful.” He leaned back onto the couch, allowing his muscular back to sink into the seat. “Honestly though his threats were kinda funny. I mean it’s not like he can do anything. He’s trapped. Locked up. Powerless. He thought he could intimidate me into leaving his body but honestly it just solidified my decision to keep it…” Rory began to trail off as he looked down at himself and pulled open the front of his tank top slightly just so he could gently brush a hand through his new chest hair again. “Yeahhhhhh… You hear that asshole?! All mine...” Rory said to himself out loud while giving one of his pecs a squeeze. Anyone else would think he was a little crazy.
I couldn’t help but sit and watch as my boyfriend groped himself. A huge part of me wanted to join in and start touching his body but I was too nervous to reach out. Instead I just undressed him with my eyes. My gaze narrowing quite specifically on his crotch where his bulge just looked so delicious. Every neuron in my brain was telling me to press my lips against it but I was quickly snapped out of my haze when Rory spoke up again.
“Oh fuck and when I told him about you and me? God you should’ve heard him. It was just homophobic slur after slur. Shouting about how he’d never let me put his cock near another dude. Practically calling himself the straightest man on the planet and that his dick would never prick up for another man. So after that I had no choice but to torture him by watching some gay porn that his ‘straight’ dick got hard as a steel rod for.” Rory explained before doing a rather crude jerk off motion over his bulging crotch. “Don’t think I’ve ever heard a more furious man in my life. Fuck I can still hear him now. Shouting at me like a lunatic.”
“Really? Has it been non-stop since he woke up?”
“Preeeetyyyy much…” Rory sighed, rubbing his temples.
“Doesn’t that get… like really fucking annoying.” I asked genuinely.
Rory rolled his head slightly before locking eyes with me again. “A bit yeah but I’m gradually learning to tune him out. I just try to imagine turning down the volume on a radio dial and I’m able to slowly block him out. Other than that I’m learning to also pick through his mind and access his memories. I’ve already picked up a lot of his physical habits but I’ll need more than that if I wanna convince people that I’m the real Leo Barlett.”
I was surprised. I didn’t think that was something he’d be able to do. “Wow. You mean you can just look into his mind. Just like that? How did you even figure that out?”
“Well I couldn’t help but notice some of his memories and experiences slowly seeping through the cracks anyway. So I think if I just force those cracks wide enough I’ll probably be able to gain full access to everything he knows. But honestly… I’m not too worried about that right now.” He said with a sly grin. “Because right now all I wanna do is torture that son of a bitch to the max while enjoying the fuck out this sexy fucking body! And I wanna show you just how much I love you in the process.” Even though I knew he was trying to be sweet at the end there, it was quickly overshadowed by the blinding amount of lust shining through his eyes right now. Not that I minded. “But first… how’s about you show daddy how much you appreciate his new body first.”
And that was all the green light I needed. In seconds I was on him, jumping into his lap and worshipping every inch of his body. Kissing and licking his bulky biceps. Pressing my lips against his and savouring the feeling of his beard. Grinding my ass against his bulge and feeling it grow beneath me. Digging my nose into his armpits and huffing on his powerful scent. And I could tell he was loving every second of it just as much as I was. Before long we’d pulled off each other’s tops and threw them across the room, finally allowing me to gaze upon those massive pecs in all their glory.
My hands flew towards those hairy mounds of muscle, massaging them and tweaking Rory’s nipples in a way that had him biting his lip. It was like I was on autopilot. Groping at his chest like some horny animal. But I couldn’t stop there. Before either of us knew it, I had my lips wrapped firmly around one of his nipples, sucking and teasing it as best I could. Nibbling on it in a way that enticed a moan to slip out of his mouth. I swapped between nipples constantly for a while until my face finally settled between his pecs once again. Using my hands on either side to push the muscle in a way that really squashed my face. I was in heaven. Plain and simple.
“Goooood boy.” He grunted in my ear. “But I think it’s about time you showed daddy what that mouth of yours can *really* do.”
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was down between his legs in flash and tugging down those sweatpants to reveal his dick straining heavily against his underwear. With a few good tugs they came down as well and his cock sprung forwards, free of its fabric prison and clearly aching for attention with how it pulsed. And I was eager to give it.
The room filled with an orchestra of manly moans coming straight from Rory the second I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock. And let me just say, it was massive. I was already expecting it after how Rory described it earlier but I don’t think anything could’ve truly prepared me for how large it would be. Fatter than any cock I’d seen in real life that was for sure. It’s length was impressive to say the least but where it really shined was its girth. It was just so damn thick! And I was a guy who liked to pride myself on my excellent cock sucking skills but even I was out of my depth with this one. My throat was gonna need a lot more training before I was gonna be taking all that at once. But for now Rory seemed more than satisfied with me getting my lips just over halfway down his new shaft and taking care of the rest with my hand.
“He’s shouting about wanting to bash your skull in right now.” Rory told me as I came up for air. “So I’ll give him a compromise and fuck your skull instead.” He smirked before grabbing my hair and forcing me back down on his dick. Making me take as much of it as I possibly could before letting me back up only to do the same thing again and again. I gagged and I gurgled. I spluttered and almost choked a little at one point when Rory got too excited. But I was too horny to give up.
When he finally let me pull away from his cock, I knew what was next. He picked me up and flipped me over before grabbing the back of my pants and ripping them open effortlessly. A shiver flowed up my spine and before I knew it I could feel his beard pressing between my cheeks. Eating out my hole and preparing it for what was to come. Naturally I’d never taken a cock that big before so I was understandably nervous yet I couldn’t help but crave it all the same.
“Well, would you look at that big guy?” Rory said, seemingly speaking to Leo once again as he teased my hole with the tip of his cock after lubing it up. “You said your dick would never in a million years get anywhere close to another man’s ass. And yet…” With hardly any warning at all he thrust his cock inside me. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out what sounded more like a shriek than a moan. It felt as though I’d just been speared up the asshole. Well I guess I kinda had been.
What followed was a symphony lewd of wet slapping sounds mixed with constant groans of both me and Rory. Between his moans Rory would grunt about how good my tight hole felt as it squeezed around his enormous cock. I on the other hand was gritting my teeth through the pain of being stretched out by a dick that huge. I would’ve tapped out but the pleasure made the pain worth it. Feeling myself getting stuffed to the brim by that giant rod was… beyond anything. After this I wasn’t sure any other dick would be able to satisfy me the same way. Especially as the swing of his hips began to speed up causing him to plunge into me faster and harder. If he got any rougher with me I feared I was gonna meet god.
Thankfully I remained very much attached to this world as Rory flipped us into position after position. Drilling my hole into oblivion while the real Leo was forced to watch no doubt. Until finally he was getting close. I could tell by how he’d been slowing down and speeding up again to delay his orgasm but he wasn’t gonna hold on for much longer. Those huge balls that’d been smacking against me for the last however long were ready to blow.
And blow they did. Rory clenches his ass cheeks and let out a long passionate roar as his cock started to spasm inside me. Half a second later I felt the flood gates open. Cum began pouring out of his dick at a rate that caused my eyes to widen with shock. Every spurt of cum his cock shot was bigger than one of my entire loads. They were like small tidal waves filling and soon overfilling my hole as cum began to seep out of my ass before Rory even had a chance to pull his dick out. And when he finally did with a wet *shloop* his cum streamed down one of my legs in a white river of man seed.
Moments after I felt those strong arms wrapping around me again. One gently slipping down towards my cock that was hard as fuck and dripping precum.
“You did really well for dad.” He whispered softly in my ear. “So well in fact that I think you deserve a reward.” My ears pricked up at that. My initial assumption being that he was gonna finish me off with a sloppy blowjob and let me cum all over that perfect face. But what he suggested was even better. “You must be sore after all that. How would you like to take this to the bedroom and get some revenge by popping daddy’s cherry and fucking this straight hairy virgin hole?”
I looked over my shoulder at him with a gaze filled with nothing but pure lust and desire. “I’d love that more than anything.” I stated wholeheartedly. Rory gave me that devilish smirk I recognised oh so well as he let go of me and allowed me to flip myself over. Jerking my cock a little before jumping up from the couch and taking my new boyfriend by the hand to guide him into the bedroom.
“Now get on all fours like the dumb muscle ape you are and show me that ass!” I demanded, doing my best to switch on my dominant side the very second we approached the bed.
Rory didn’t say a word. Only smiling as he did exactly what I asked. Crawling onto the bed and getting on all fours and arching his back before waving that fat hairy bubble butt at me. And it was gorgeous. A sight so beautiful that I couldn’t stop my greedy mouth from diving between those huge globes he called an ass. Eating him out and swirling my tongue around his tight entrance. Eventually being able to coax it open just enough to slip a finger inside. Hearing him groan like a beast in heat at just one finger was definitely competing for the hottest thing I’d seen in my entire life up until that point.
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It took some time but once I was sure his hole was prepped enough, I stood up. Aligning my own slightly more average dick with his entrance. I thought about going slow and pushing in gently. But this was supposed to be revenge right? He certainly wasn’t gentle when he stuffed that monster dick inside me. So…
“AAUUOHHHHHHRRHHHHHUUU-FUUUUUUUCKKKK!!” Rory roared in pain as I stuffed his hole all the way down to the hilt of my dick. Sure his might’ve been bigger when he fucked me but I was willing to bet that was still more intense for him considering his new ass had never been fucked before. Mine had been stretched further than ever before but his was being stretched for the very first time and the pained look on his face made it blindingly obvious. “Ohhhhhhh godddddddd… that’s right Leo… you’re such a fucking faggot now. Taking cock up the fucking ass like a slut.” Rory muttered to himself. “Don’t fight it… you’re gonna love it just as much as me.” With that he looked back at me with a laboured expression. “Fuck me.”
And I fucking did.
The moment he gave me the all clear, I was on him like a bull. Slamming my cock frantically back and forth into his hole. Fucking his tight ass in a feverish frenzy of lust and ecstasy. The hairy flesh of his ass jiggled with every thrust and in turn caused a smacking sound that filled the room even more so than when he was fucking me thanks to the sheer volume of his bubbly backside. All the while he moaned like a complete bitch as he balled his fists up tight and squeezed his eyes shut. But not for one second did he tell me to stop. Using every ounce of his strength to allow himself to be plowed by me. So I made sure not to disappoint and fucked him like it was our last day on Earth.
Unfortunately I couldn’t keep going for as long as he did due to how horny I already was after my own fucking but perhaps that was for the best with how new he was to this. Already I could feel my cum building. Swelling up inside until finally I couldn’t hold it. Splattering Rory’s insides with my seed in what was probably the biggest load I’ve ever blown, even if it was still nowhere near the size of Rory’s.
By the time I finally pulled out Rory looked as though he was about to collapse from relief, exhaustion and satisfaction all at the same time. His giant manhood was leaking even more cum all over the bedsheets beneath him while he panted. This sight would be burned into my brain forever. Rory inside his brand new body, down on his hands and knees with an ass full of my cum.
“So. What did Leo think of that?” I asked cheekily.
Rory looked at me and laughed. “He won’t admit it… but I think he liked getting fucked in the ass if you ask me.” He claimed as he slowly pushed himself up off the floor and onto his feet again. “He’s shouting all sorts of slurs and shit again but while you were fucking me I could hear him moaning too. He feels everything I feel. And I loved that. So as much as he wants to deny it, I know he did too. And he’ll learn that.” He leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “So. How’s about the two of us get cleaned up and we can figure out where to go from here.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
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So here we sat. Three weeks later in a little coffee shop near my house. Rory sipping so innocently on his iced latte as we sat and enjoyed the moment together. We’d had plenty of time to get used to this. Him to his new hulking body and me to the idea of him being a totally different man. I like to think the near constant and never ending sex we’ve seemed to be having has helped with that. His formerly straight asshole has done well to adjust to getting fuck. On the other hand I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that massive dick of his. I’m the one getting fucked more often than not and I’m shocked whenever she shoves it inside. But I can’t say I don’t still love every second of it.
That said however, there’s been a few complications with our new and unique situation that we’re still trying to sort out. Such as our living situation and when we’re gonna tell our families. After all, to everyone else, Rory died months ago. I’m the only one who knows he’s still here and if anyone saw me with the new him they’d think I jumped on another man before the dust had even settled from Rory’s passing.
We talked about it a lot. Whether we were gonna tell everyone the truth and hope they believe us or keep it a secret and have Rory take over Leo’s identity completely. It was a difficult one but we’d figure it out eventually. On top of that we also had to deal with Leo’s old life coming back to bite us. All those girls he lied to and hooked up with. All those sexist homophobic pigs Leo called friends. Along with whatever else Leo had done that could bite us in the ass. We had a lot to deal with. We’ve already started by telling all the girlfriends the truth and that went… as well as one could expect. But we agreed it was the only right thing to do.
Meanwhile Rory has been trying to keep a low profile at Leo’s construction job and not get involved with Leo’s old friends too much. He’d originally thought of looking for a new job but has decided he might just try and find another constructive company to work with. After all, he has all of Leo’s memories about the job and he admitted he actually kinda liked it. Might as well keep at it since he’s got the body for it.
And speaking of he’s been hitting the gym like crazy. Another thing he’s picked up from Leo. Making sure to keep that body in perfect shape. He’s even been getting me to come with him in the hopes of putting on a little muscle myself. Not that I minded. Getting to see him all worked up and sweaty after a tough workout had quickly become one of the highlights of my day.
All that said, I love how things have turned out for us. This new chapter might’ve begun with tragedy but it’s ended with us developing a connection even deeper than ever before. Or maybe I’m just thinking about his new cock being able to penetrate me deeper than ever. Either way I knew that in the long run, we were gonna love the long and happy life together that we always planned. Just the two of us.
Well… the two of us plus Leo who was still trapped inside his own mind. Though Rory seems to think he’s been getting quieter as of late. Not complaining and ranting all the time like he used to. Maybe Leo was just finally starting to accept that Rory’s new body didn’t belong to him anymore. Or perhaps his consciousness was slowly fading. Melting into the depths of Rory’s soul, never to return. It was impossible to say at this point but I’m sure we’ll find out in time.
For now I’m just going to enjoy this moment with him in the coffee shop and every moment to come for the rest of our lives.
I didn't get much the first day. A couple of pounds each day. I was starving and one of them noticed it from the way i was looking at his sandwich. He said to me “You alright mate? You hungry?” I nodded. I was embarrassed to tell a junkie that I was hungry. He handed me a spare sandwich he had, then he gave the last bit to his and started rolling a joint. My question came out spontaneously “How do you get so much cash?”. He laughed loud “Do I look so rich, mate?” Well, actually I must have sounded pretty ridiculous, but he knew what I meant. “Mate, the folk will never give you money if you ask for spare change dressed like a princess”. I looked down at my clothes - I was still wearing my abercrombie tee and the jeans from my night out, Dirty clothes but still not right for a begger. “I can give you a proper junkie outfit if you give me yours, mate” I didn’t have to think much and I also hoped to get some puffs from my mate’s joint. I handed my clothes and slipped in an old trackies he offered me and a pair of trainer one size bigger. He put my stuff in his backpack. He was bigger than mine, it was unlikely that he could wear them. “Nah, it’s not for me mate, I can make some good cash out of it”.I felt kind of defrauded, but he offered me the end of his joint and some good advice, thus I just let it go. From then on the life on the street got better and I was plenty of time for thinking about what a shit of person I was. Everyday I spent on the street begging, I would decide to quit with that kind of life and get back in track. And it would have been like this everyday. I was just staring the pavement in front of me when a pair of shiny shoes stopped before me. I raised my eyes and glanced on the elegant man who was standing in front of me. I blessed him and asking for change. That was a bit awkward though, because that man was stunning. A hot man in his forties. He squatted and started talking to me. Small talk at first, then a couple of compliment. Finally he took a tenner out of his wallet and told me “Would you like to have a walk with me in that backstreet, mate?”. Of course I knew what was going on, but I did not mind. That man was stunning and I was more than happy to get my 10 sterlings. It didnt take long for me to get down on my knees and start sucking him off. He smelled good, the fabric of his suit was soft and the way he softly rubbed my head made me forget for some minutes how much of a junkie I had become. He was not surprised at all when I swallowed all his cum and accurately licked clean his cock before putting it back in his trousers. “Do you want to eat something? Come on, it’s on me” I nodded. He took me to a pub, a gay one. When we got in, the barman said hello to him in a warm way, and my man ordered him two cheeseburgers to be taken upstairs. The barman nodded and then looked at me disgusted. I realised soon that he was the owner. Once upstairs they brought us two beers, and Max - that was his name - asked me to strip. It was the first time after weeks in which I felt self conscious. I was dirty and stinky and my white briefs were filthy. This didn't stop me though. in few seconds I was stark naked in front of him, He was studying my body more than enjoying the view. He told me “You have a nice twinky body. How old are you 24?” “No, 28, Sir”. “Well, you look much younger. That is a good thing. to me. That cock looks pretty small. Does it get any longer?” “Not really. It Can be 3 inches in my best ways.” I had never been concerned about this, but in that moment I felt humiliated. “I like it. I find it sexy…. would you like to get out of the street? Would you like to work here?” “Yes, I’d love to” I said “I worked in bars before, can be a barman or a waiter, anything you need” Max smiled. “You know, what I need is other stuff … this is a small bar, I cannot compete with a discoteque and my clients are middle age men mainly. I cannot afford to pay a drag queen or some go go boys. I was more looking for somebody who adds some spice to this place”. I was confused, I did not have the body of a go go boy. “I would like you to go around to the tables in jockstrap and trainers, entertaining our guests. Simple as that. You can entertain them the way you reckon better, but man the way you suck cocks would lead this business to the stars!” and while he was talking like that, my three inches were rock hard. “That us the reaction I was expecting!” he smiled “I will give you a room upstairs, just beside the barman’s one, I will give you a couple of jockstrap and a pair of trainers. You will help as a barback when needed. How does it sound?” In that moment the barman came up with our burgers and ejoyed the view of me naked and my little hard on. He looked at me not too surprised. He was young and good-looking, taller and bigger than me, with blond hair and green eyes. He just left the plates on the table and got back downstairs. I looked at my tycoon and asked him “So, that’s it? That is what you want me to do?”. He smiled “Well, I don’t think is that little to do. But I expect you to do it properly. Would you be able to? I won’t ask you if you like the idea - I can see that already!”. He was right, the idea turned me on as fuck. I had never done anything like this. I had some random sex in public places, but I never thought of that as a living. Nevertheless, he had been the first person in a month who wanted to help me out, except of the junkie who swapped his trackies with me. I was not keen to come back to the street and getting paid to suck some cocks did not sound that bad to me. “How much will you pay me, Mr?” He stayed quiet for some seconds, then replied in the most unexpected way. “Do you know how many people take drugs in hospitality?”. I did not reply, mainly because the answer was utterly predictable. “I guess you know” he continued “ and guess you can imagine how many trouble I got from it in 10 years, after I started running this place. That is why my policy is that no one who works for me has to take drugs. You look nice and seem to be a good guy. But I am not willing to hire you here, if I know that you take drugs. I don’t care if it is just weed. I am anyhow aware of the fact that it wouldn’t be easy to quit just because I told you so. Thus, I will pay you with food and a bed for the first two months, and you will have to deserve it. I will not give you money so you will not take the risk to buy your weed or whatever. Take it or leave it”. I was shocked. I would have never expected such an ultimatum. “May I sit?” The smoking burgers were my priority in that moment. He let me. I ate fast and I was delighted - it was the most decent meal I had in weeks. I didn’t want to fight for food anymore, didn’t matter what. After making my mind I raised my face from the plate and told him “I am in” and shook his hand. “Good job! We will make great business here. If you are done with your burger, I can show you your room”. I was still naked,”May I dress back, Sir?” He smiled “There is no need, you are going to wash that filthy stuff anyhow”. I followed him upstairs with my clothes under my arm. There was a “Staff only” door on the floor we were eating, behind which there were stairs leading to an upper floor. There were two bedrooms and one bathroom. One bedroom was full of stuff, the other one furnished but empty. We entered in the latter. There were a bed, a closet and a desk. “This is your room. I hope you like it. You’d better go and put your clothes in the washmachine there in the bathroom … and have a shower yourself.”. I didn’t know whether it was his charme or his charisma, but I found very easy to do as I was told by him. When I came back from the shower, he was sitting on the bed staring at the closet “Do you have other clothes?” he asked. I shook my head, hoping he could find something to make me wear. “You know, the job you are going to do every night requires a lot of humility. You are used to beg on the street, you are skinny, short with an adorable small cock. You are already half way. I could find a way to provide you some clothes, but you will have to earn them. And frankly you won’t need that much to wear while you are in this pub. Trust me, without drugs you will enjoy more your life here … and I have also something else to help you focusing on your job. He had a box on his side, from which he took out a chastity device. he disposed the rings on the bed, took the smallest one and adjusted the cage on my cock. He locked it up with a padlock and told me “It will be better for you and the clients if you stay safe in it. If your little balls start hurting tell me, ok boy?” I nodded, while staring at my brand new caged cock. “It’s time for me to go now. Have a good sleep. Tomorrow you will have to be on fire, boy!”. He left, I slipped in the blanket, in order to wait for the washmachine to finish washing my trackies, but I fell asleep meanwhile
The morning after, I opened my eyes and I saw a guy getting ready in my room. He was wearing kitchen uniform and putting on an apron. Apparently my room was also the personnel changing room. He looked at me and said hi. He must have been Northern African, he barely spoke my language. I wanted to go to the toilet, I looked around to fetch something to wear, but then I remembered that my clothes were still in the wash machine. Oh fuck, I just got up stark naked as I was and headed to the bathroom. He followed me and as if it was the most common thing in the world he got in the bathroom and plugged the shaver to fix his beard. I couldn’t get if that situation was normal in that place or if the guy had particular habits. I was about to take a piss, when I realised that I could not pee standing. Then I sat and did my job. I didn’t enjoy the situation that much. I didn’t like to need to sit to pee and even less to be seen by that stranger while I was doing it. I got up and took some toilet paper to wipe the cage, that was leaking from its hole and the guy came in front of the toilet to take a piss himself. I was so jealous of him peeing standing. His cock was huge. I stopped wiping myself and got frozen on his cock. I didn’t even dissimulate. Once he finished he didn't put it back in his pant, but turned toward me and had a glance at my naked body. He got closer and kissed me with rush and then pushed my head down. I started sucking him off like I would have done in any other situations, but this time was different.I was craving that cock even when it was already in my mouth, like it was never enough. I rubbed my cage while sucking, even though it was useless. His cum exploded in my mouth, warm and salted. I swallowed it all and cleaned his cock clean. He put it back in his cookpants, then rubbed my head as a reward for my job and went away. It had been awkward and nice. I went to the washmachine and grabbed my trackies.
“Hey, boy! Good morning” another guy got out of the other bedroom of the floor. It was the barman, he had a gym bag with him. He looked even better in the daylight. “Did you sleep well?” I nodded. “You don’t talk much, do you, boi?” He was something like ten years younger than me, but kept on calling me ‘boy’. I liked his outfit, he had a clean look and an enjoyable smile. “Come down with me, I have to show you something”. I followed him downstairs, he led me to the bar and explained me what to do to prepare the necessary for the night. After that he headed to the gym. I did as I was told, There was just me and the guy I sucked before, He was setting up the kitchen. I was almost done with my tasks, when other two men arrived almost at the same time. One of them was English, the other one an Asian, who both said a general hello and went upstairs. Few minutes later the boss arrived with a bag for me. We went upstairs to my room, the two men were getting changed there. Apparently they were working in the kitchen with the Moroccan guy from before. In the bag there was a pair of brand new air max, black and white, few pairs of football socks and a couple of jockstraps. “This is your uniform, do you like it, boy?” I try it on. It felt nice wearing something that was not my third-hand trackies. “Your shift starts at 7pm and ends when the last customer leaves. You will do whatever the barman tells you and you will do your best to please each customer. If you fail in either one or the other thing, you won’t receive your meal. Understand, boy?” “Yes, Sir” I replied. “Heavy drinkers are our best customers, thus they deserve a particular attention from you. Do you remember what we said about cash?” “Yes, Sir. I am not allowed to keep any cash with me”. “Good boy” he replied “Then you will put any tip you might receive in the barman’s tipjar. Understand?” I nodded. “How are you getting on with your abstinence? Are you doing ok without weed?” I stayed quiet for few seconds, then I said “Yes Sir. But may I please smoke a cigarette?”. “Do you have cigarettes with you?” I took them from a pocket of my backpack and handed them to him. “Well, I propose you something. You can smoke your cyg or you can suck me off.” I really wanted to smoke, he was standing in front of me with a cigarette in his hand, but my look went down to his bulge, hard under his suit. I grabbed the cigarette, cracked it and got down on my knees. I opened his zip and did what I was supposed to do. Being prevented from playing with myself made me more eager to play with other cocks, while my sexual desire was replecing any other vice I had. He didnt say anything after cumming in my mouth, but I could tell from his smile that he was proud of me.
I reached the bottom. I had made stupid things before then and taken crazy impulsive decisions, but that time i was totally lost. It was almost one month that I was living on the street begging for spare change - using most of the little money I gained to buy weed rather than food. I have always been a lazy guy, never really worked hard, I left college after the first semester, left home and never come back when my father started demanding a contribution for the rent. And then I met Alan. He spoiled me in any possible way and helped me get a decent job despite my lack of skill, experience, and resilience. In three years of relationship, he managed to find me a job as admin in his office - a boring one, but for me it was still better than waiting in the pub we had met. It was a simple and happy kind of life, I earned little money, but the flat belonged to Alan and I normally used my salary to trave, drink and smoke loads of weed. He used to patrinise me often, telling me to save some money in case I had some projects for my future - i was 28 and he was 30, but he was much more mature than me, whereas I was both physically and mentally still a teenager. And I was also hormonal like a teenager. I cheated on Alan sometimes, not often, but he never found out. He was pretty old fashioned in terms of relationship. He didn't believe in open relationship and stuff like that, but he trusted me completely. He did not mind me going clubbing without him, he didn't like it at all. That’s why he totally freaked out when he caught me cheating on him. He went out for dinner with a couple of friends and I preferred to go out on my own, leaving on purpose my telephone at home so that I didn't have to be bothered by his calls. I could have never imagined to find him staring at me while a stud I found in a club was pounding my ass in a dark room. I couldn't believe it and so couldn't he. His friends dragged him in that club after getting tipsy. He looked furious, I was not afraid of him, he was not a violent person. I promptly pushed the guy away, and while pulling back my jeans I was telling Alan how sorry I was. He interrupted me straight away, starting yelling at me about what a slut I was, what a parasite, and any other offence that passed through his mind in that moment. I did feel sorry, he didn't deserve all this. And after crying out he kept quiet for one minute, then looked in my eyes and said: “You are disappearing from my life right now. Give me the flat keys.” I did not, I was trying to calm him down, but he got furious again and shouted “Give me the fucking keys!” I did as he demanded. He put them in his pocket and before leaving told me “I don't want to see your face anymore, do not come back home and do not show up at the office anymore”. And suddenly I found myself alone in that club, Alan and his friends went away, my buddy disappeared, and I was there with no boyfriend, no home, no job, and my ass still sore. I didi not have many doors to knock at, since all the people I met in that city were Alan’s friends … I needed to find a way to survive. I had 50 sterlings in my bank account, they were enough for one or two nights in a hostel, but I preferred to use them to buy food and weed. So that night I started sleeping in the park, and so had been for the following weeks. I applied for some barman positions in random places my look and my stink did not impress the employers. After the first week I just gave up. That was just enough. Nobody wanted to hire me, there was no way to convince Alan to forgive me or to let me take some belonging from our place. At some point I just sat down on the pavement and waited for people’s pity. There was a bunch of clochards in the corner of the park was sleeping at night, they were more junkies, totally fucked up and stoned all the time. Nevertheless, they had everytime something to eat and to smoke.
Today is day one of a totally different life. Someone would call it the fall if gods - a dominant master and handler reduced to a slave boi because of his little willy and his true self. Yes, that's what happened. Master James is gone and with him all the lies. My now master Sneakshaveit has made me embrace the best life I could have ever dreamed for myself.
The goals are the following:
1 - reduce my campiness to zero
2 - enhance my football skills
3 - improve my look under his directions
4 - improve my body
5 - renounce any control of my dick
6 - serve him and his husband Master Shaun in any required way
It's just day one and a long way to go but I am happy and feel utterly lucky
Thanks Master Steven and Master Shaun for this amazing first day and for accepting me after the inspection!
Because molly has just a big clitoris. Cock cage is for cocks. She is not aware of how to use that clitoris as a cock so there is no need to lock her up
It is time for our happy family to get bigger. I got another dog now, his human name is Mattia - some of you might remember him from other posts - but for us he is Spike.
This event has nevertheless shaken Molly. Firstly, Molly has never liked him, not even when she didn’t know him yet. Seeing him in our place made her hugely jealous. Secondly, being Spike the boy, I considered more appropriate to make him wear the black rubber and leave Molly naked until we get a new one - pink this time. As expected, Molly felt quite bewildered crawling naked around her new brother wearing her rubber suit. On his side, Spike seemed to have a stronger instinct and to know how everything had to work.
I make them sit in front of each other and explained them the new situation. I told Molly that Spike is our new pup, that he is not a female like her and that he will have needs that she is going to satisfy. She seemed to follow, but when she looked between her brother’s legs she got confused again. That is understandable, though. Molly’s clitoris is as three times as Spike’s cock and that was not intimidating Molly at all. She kept on standing on her own. Spike showed the first sign of curiosity toward her, by getting closer and sniffing her pussy. His cock, that despite its 2.5 inches had been rock hard since the very beginning, started leaking precum. The drop falling on the floor somehow woke Molly’s female instinct up. Probably smelling the male hormones, she got on the stains on the floor and started licking them off. Her hunger just started growing and right after the stains she went to Spike’s cock and started licking it clean as well.. Suddenly, she realised that actually Spike was the best she could get. Molly was still the only girl of the house and now had a brother and a master ready to protect her, and she had two males to look after. After tasting Spike’s cock she understood that both her brother and her were ready to go ahead. Molly came to me wagging like a crazy dog, wandering around me, sniffing my shoes and showing me in any possible way that she needed her tail to be plugged off, in order to let Spike fuck her. Spike, instead, stayed there, sitting and showing off his tiny hard on to me with proud.
My dogs ad been so good with getting to know each other that I just plugged off the tail and let them fuck like they wanted. It was both sweet and ridiculous the way Spike tried to reach Molly’s hole with his little nub, whereas Molly pushed her pussy as much as she could to get pleasure and relief from her brother’s nub.
when the pathetic Molly is with me, she is totally unable to write. It took a while even to teach her how to hold the pen with her paw. But eventually she could write a short 5-letter word. The only one she needs to know. Obviously, she cannot distinguish the letters, she just knows how to write it and knows what it means. And, of course, she wrote it on her clitoris, so that it reminds her to be sorry any time she gets happy to see me
I love the way Molly looks at me ... I can wear the simplest clothes, but through her eyes i am dressed like a prince. And she just forgets her shame ...
Molly has dealt for the first time with the idea of having a sister sub. It has been hilarious ... for me of course.
Before Molly, I have already had an Italian 100% sub, named Mattia. Its submissive side is due to the fact that it has the micropenis syndrome. The funny thing is that for the rest is a young and handsome guy, with athletic body and gorgeous face. Nevertheless, it constantly begs for my cock. It is available to get any kind of humiliation in order to be well fucked. Since I started training Molly, I neglected Mattia.
When Molly asked me to see Mattia's pictures. then I told her to ask Mattia directly. But i did more cause I wanted to have fun. I ordered Mattia to please any request of Molly.
The result has been hilarious. Molly was totally confused. Imagine a bitch which can barely understand the difference between piss and water being begged by a dickless subhuman. On the other side, Mattia was totally desperate, cause I told him that gave me a bad feedback about his behavior I wouldn't fuck him anymore.
The reader should consider that since I stole Molly's human identity, she depends on me more than usual, and as a plain bitch she got jealous of my sub. thus, even though Mattia perfectly behaved with her, Molly gave me a bad feedback. The bitch did not know that Mattia was sending me snapshots of their conversation to prove his loyalty.
Bottom line, Molly lied to me again. I will definitely have to shave her head next time I see her, otherwise she will never understand that lying is wrong. On the other hand, I want to torture Mattia. This cockless sub recently bought great nike air max. I will make him beg so much that he will definetely give them to me. That's why i left Molly in charge of him. Even if Molly doesn't even know what "charge" means. LOL
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