Naamloos

Dom, love controlling boys, straight and gay! big into hypno, mind control, straight to gay, submission, body possession and good boys knowing their place

[apushforfolly]

Intrusive Thoughts

Part 2 (Part 1)

Having Id around is a strange yet funny thing. After I recovered from the accident and got discharged from the hospital, my life has never been "normal", as I put it. Everywhere I go, huge, muscular, homophobic, straight men will throw themselves at me. Id puppeteered their bodies like it's his own. I know that he's a part of me, and I'm still wrapping my head around the concept, but having Id around made my life much easier to live in.

On Halloween, I was peacefully strolling down the street, holding on to a basket full of chocolates and candies that I was planning on giving to the children who'll be trick or treating. When suddenly, this masked man starts following me and harassing me, calling me all the derogatory names you can say to a gay man. At first, I just tried ignoring him, and continuing my walk back to my house.

Maybe about my height being 5'2", or my body being thin from recovering at the hospital, but this man decided to push me so hard that I almost fell on my face on the pavement. Unfortunately for him, all Id needs is a physical contact and he can take them for a ride. The man, named Anson, ends up becoming my entertainment for Halloween as he bounces his bulging cock in front of me while giving me a gun show while wearing his mask on. I ended up bouncing on that cock that night as Id made Anson talk to me while mimicking the voice of the killer in the movie, Scream.

Then Thanksgiving came. I was driving happily after I was able to purchase the biggest turkey I'd ever seen. As I came up to a stop light, I heard this truck behind me honking all crazy. That was the first time that I saw that truck so I thought his beef wasn't with me. To my surprise, this asshole actually followed me until I got home. I was so scared when he parked behind my car and got out of his truck.

I saw this huge, tattooed redhead angrily walking up to me. I was so nervous that I fiddled with my keys as it fell on the ground. The redhead grabbed my collar and lifted me up, choking me in the process. He started spewing nonsense about me taking the turkey that was supposed to be his, when I didn't even see him near it when I picked it up. As I gasped for air, I touched his arm as Id does his magic.

The redhead grinned wildly at me as he put me down and went back inside his car. After a few minutes, he came back with a huge grin on his face again as he handed me his underwear. I blushed as I could see the outline of his cock tenting inside his sweatpants. That Thanksgiving, I ended up eating the turkey with Buford's cum as my gravy while I felt his beard brushed around my groin as he gave me a blow job.

Today, I made the mistake of going into the mall for a late Christmas gift shopping. While there, I encountered this couple who walked beside each other as the man had his muscular arm around his girl's waist. I walked past them as I thought about how I'm still single for this Christmas. I never had a boyfriend before and it sure would feel wonderful having a tall, buff, and handsome man like that loving me and caring for me. I shoved those thoughts aside as I continued checking my gift list and finding all of them as soon as I could.

After making sure that I was able to get everything from my list, I felt my bladder about to burst as I headed to a nearby restroom. To my surprise, the man I saw before was there, washing his hands before he dries it and fixes his hair. I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wonder how it feels to be loved by a man like this. As I pass by him, I feel this strange sensation running all over my body as I notice the man jerking up before his arms fall on his side. I notice his eyes rolling up to his head as he slowly goes back to normal. I look into the mirror as I feel something weird is happening. The man looks at his reflection and then into mine. He flashes me a flirty smile as he turns his head to me.

"Like what you see, Jun?" The man asks as he gets closer to me. Luckily there's no one around to see this exchange between us.

"Come on, Id. I didn't even touch him! Let the poor man be. He's happy with his girlfriend, for God sake. Can't you just stop for one moment and think about how I would feel?" I say to the man as I know that Id is the one making him do this.

"You come on, Jun. We both know that this guy is far from being poor, though he's happy, it's not because of the woman he was with. You should know by now why I'm in this guy, right? Or are you going to keep on denying to yourself what you already know deep down?" Id reasons with me as the man pulls me in an embrace and looks down at me as he brushes my lips with his thumb.

"And you should know by now how I feel whenever you do this. These men becoming a puppet for you to play with might be fun and exciting Id, but at the end of the day, I feel empty. Emptier by each man who will walk up to me by your manipulation, fuck me, and then walk out on me as soon as you let go of your control, without even knowing how much they made me feel the night before. I can't live like that anymore, Id." I exclaim at the man as he looks surprised by my statement.

"You said you want me to let them go, right? You said that they have a life of their own, right? Now you're complaining that no one sticks around to be with you? You can be so complicated most of the time, Jun." Id says as the man grins wildly at me before his huge hand starts cupping my balls and squeezing my dick though my pants.

"That's true! I don't want them to derail their lives just to be a puppet for your antics. I want to experience falling in love, Id. I want someone to love me, not because you're making them love me. I want someone who will sweep me off my feet after giving a surprise gift that he knows I love because he listens to me. I want them to love me, Id, not just be horny and in lust to me one second, and then have no memories of what happened after." I tried my best to explain with Id as I started crying. I noticed someone coming into the toilet, only to back away as he saw the man comforting me as I cried.

"Stop crying, Jun. Geez! Fine, you want to be in love with a single person for the rest of your life? You got it. But don't say I didn't warn you about what you're giving up here. Any gay man would die just to have what you have. An endless number of men, willing and raring to give you the fucking of your life." Id insists as he makes the man rub his hand all over my back.

"I just want to experience it, Id. Just once. And if I'm wrong, then that's okay. That's all I ask." I cried even harder as I relented to my wailing.

"Okay, fine. Want to see a neat trick?" Id asks before the man's eyes roll up in his head and his body starts trembling.

I pull away from the man as I watch him having what looks like a seizure. I froze in place as I don't know what Id did to him or why this is happening. The man suddenly stops moving, as his eyes slowly roll down. He looks straight into my hands before he lets out a deep sigh. He comes up to me and introduces himself.

"Hey, I'm Carlos Herrera. I'm 28 years old, 6 feet tall, weighing 190 pounds of pure muscles. You must be Jun, right? Jun Diaz?" Carlos says as he comes up to me and holds me in his arms before caressing my face.

I feel my face blushing after hearing his deep, bass voice speaking to me. Id never talked or acted like this. I can feel Carlos' body heating up as he holds me in his arms. I just nod my head in response to his question, making him smile seductively.

"Good. You see, the girl you saw me with, not my girlfriend. Just some rich bitch that I'm letting on the hook for her money. I don't have a life aside from being an escort to support myself and using rich bitches like that to earn a little more. I'm straight but I don't think it will matter anymore. Id told me everything and made me into your perfect boyfriend. Just tell me how you want me, and I'll do it right away. I always take advantage of my looks and body to make a living, but now, it doesn't matter. You will take in me as your househusband, provide for me, and in return, I'll love you with all of my heart, body, and soul. That's the relationship you want, right?" Carlos professes to me as I'm too stunned to speak. Before I could even utter a word, he pressed his index finger into my lips.

"Shut up, Jun. I don't want to hear your doubts. Come on, let me help you with the gifts you bought and take you home." I just nod at him as Carlos props me up and grabs my hand before pulling me out of the Mall's bathroom.

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I got home blushing like a teenager, as I saw Carlos' car parking behind mine. He takes out all the gifts I bought from the back of his car as he effortlessly slings them all in his arms and carries all of it to my front door. I hurriedly opened the door as Carlos let himself inside as I followed him. He carefully places all the gifts under my Christmas tree as he turns his head to me, before he slowly walks up to me. He's so big and tall that he towers over me. He pulls me in his arms again as a deep, gutteral groan escapes his lips.

"You know, Jun, I'll be honest with you. Id is still inside my mind right now. Telling me how you feel, saying all the right places I should touch, and all the right words I should say. We can feel your doubt about me, and why I'm doing this. Is Id messing up with you? Am I just a puppet of Id? Shit, you even thought about how huge my cock must be and if you can fit it inside your ass! But don't worry, I'm yours now. Id made sure of that. This way, he won't interfere directly with your dream relationship while I'll be playing the role of your romantic, loyal boyfriend. Don't be shy and don't hold back. Know that I'm ready to do as you ask and I will love every single second doing it." Carlos purrs at me as he grabs my shoulder and lifts me a little higher so that he can lean down and kiss my lips.

His kiss was deep and passionate. I can feel his tongue pushing its way inside me while it twirls and twists with mine. I can taste his saliva as it wraps around my tongue all slick and salty. I can smell the musky scent coming from his slightly haired chest. His hips trusting into my stomach as his rock-hard cock throbs against me. His powerful hands hold my body in place as they roam all over my face and back. As Carlos slowly pulls away from our kiss, I was left panting and wanting for me. He looks into my eyes as he softly smiles.

"I never kissed someone like that before, Jun. I fucking want you, man. I've never been gay with anyone but with you? God damn it feels so good. Tell me what you want me to do, Jun. Tell me how I can please you. Teach me how I can make you feel how much I love you right now." Carlos moans as his arms tighten around me. I can feel a noticeable scent and wetness forming on his sweat pants as his cock looks like it's going to tear a hole.

"I... I want to suck your cock, Carlos. Can I do that?" I ask Carlos as I look into his eyes. He just smiles at me before he leans down and gives me a quick peck on my cheek.

"Si, mi amor. You can suck if how many times you want from now on. This cock, this body, it's all yours now." Carlos declares as he rolls up his tank top to show his perky, muscular pecs.

His hands grab my shoulder as he gives me a nod. He slowly pushes me down on my knees as I look at how handsome and masculine he looks right now. He pulls down his sweatpants in front of me as his cock slaps my face, smearing a huge amount of his pre-cum on my skin. I gasp at the sheer length and girth of his manhood. I take a gulp as I look up at Carlos, a little afraid of his massive tool.

"There's no room for fear and doubt here, mi amor. There's only love, loyalty, and devotion between us. I am yours however you want me. And if this is how you want me right now, then all I can do is to do my best and pleasure you." He softly said before he slid his cock inside my wide open mouth.

"I'm going to love you so much, Jun. Just wait and see."

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Merry Christmas everyone. I know I've been away for so long. I can't say when I can write another story here. I'm so happy to see people still liking and reblogging my stories even when I've been incognito for the past months. Work has been crazy and relationships can be hard to juggle all at once. I'm just glad that I can still go here on Tumblr and enjoy reading stories that I like.

[apushforfolly]

Harper leans on his locker as he catches his breath. His whole body is screaming from pain and exhaustion after working out for 4 hours straight. He doesn't know what to do anymore. It all started when he put on these damn earbuds.

"Please, make this stop. I can't go on another workout anymore. I feel like my body is slowly breaking down." Harper huffs as he tries to beg to which the voice responds with laughter in his earbuds.

Harper feels like the voice is familiar, like someone he knows but couldn't put a pin on the name or a face. The voice sounds like a teenage boy, probably in his puberty since his voice keeps cracking. Harper's whole body is shaking from the most extreme workout he ever had. His vision is getting blurry and he feels like he's about to puke. That's when the voice stops laughing and clears his throat.

"Relax, you are fine. You feel amazing, it was the greatest workout you ever had. You feel so energized and strong as if you can fuck all night and lift weights thrice your size. You are calm and you will stand properly. You want to walk over to that wall mirror and look at yourself. You're such a handsome hunk, Harper." The voice says in a velvety adolescent tone.

As if with magic, Harper suddenly felt like his body is lighter than air. All the fatigue he felt suddenly dissappears as his eyes were directed to the wall mirror in the locker. Harper found himself slowly walking to the mirror and stop in front of it. Looking at his reflection, Harper sees his face flash his signature flirty smirk. He knows he doesn't want to smirk like that but somehow he's doing it. He wants to go home and sleep, but he just continue looking at his reflection at he flirts with himself.

"Such a handsome hunk you are, Harper. Magnificent body, handsome face, and massive cock. You have it all. Everyone is so lucky to know you. Your presence lights up any place. You're such a good lay." The voice continues as Harper feels like he wants to vomit upon hearing those cheesy compliments.

But contrary to what he feels, he sees himself flexing in the mirror. His body is moving on its own at it flaunts and flexes his impressive physique while shooting seductive looks at himself. He suddenly feels a little lightheaded as he then realize that what the voice said is true. He is a hunk. He looks so good right now, looking all studly and sweaty. He can feel his cock slowly growing in his underwear as he continues to seduce himself in the mirror.

"That's it, Harper. You're a force or nature, fucking every ass that's big enough for your fat, long cock. You're a fucking top! You must own it. Go ahead and find a submissive bottom for you to dominate. Maybe that new guy you always bully in your office. Russel will definitely submit to you if you ask him." The voice whispers into Harper's mind as he suddenly stops flexing.

Harper thinks that he's not gay. He hates faggots. Why would he let any faggot touch a god like him. He's too good for a submissive bottom. His body is for the ladies only. He will fuck any pussy he wants, when he wants, where he wants. No women alive will say no to him. He's just that good.

"Women cheat, Harper. They will play innocent and then leave you for another man. Submissive bottoms won't. They will serve you whenever, wherever you want. Offer their tight asses for you to fuck as you please. All you need to do is to claim them and love them with all your heart, and they'll be yours forever." The voice offers to Harper as his grin gets bigger at the thought of having a willing ass to fuck forever.

The voice is right. Harper doesn't wants a cheap slut that will leave him for another hunk. He wants someone who will offer themselves to him because he deserves it. Harper remembers who his co-worker, Russel, always appears nervous and intimidated by him every time they pass by each other. He could be a good submissive bottom. He could train Russel to take his cock properly. He would have Russel exclusively for himself. Just him and Russel, fucking all the time. But Harper's not gay, he's not a faggot, and only a faggot fucks a faggot.

"It doesn't matter what it's called, Harper. Imagine, an ass that's totally dedicated to you alone. No more fear that it will go away someday for another. No more fear of having your trust broken by a horny slut. Just take care of Russel, and he will love you with all his being. Yes, Russel is a faggot, but he is your faggot, and you're his top." The voice explains to Harper as he finally understands.

He is Russel's top. He must go to Russel and claim him. He loves Russel. Russel won't chest on him. Russel's ass is all for him. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes. He fucking loves fucking Russel's holes.

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With a satisfied smile, Russel zips down his pants and pulls out his cock. He starts jerking off as he reads the looping message on his laptop screen. This is it. He finally got what he wish for. All he needs to do is wait for Harper to claim him. If Russel would want to change some behavior or some part of Harper that he won't like in the future, he can just use his app and mold his crush into his desired stud.

[apushforfolly]

Settling down for Good

I wake up to the smell of sex and sweat filling up my nose. I stand up and admire my view. My asshole boss laying perfectly still on my bed just like I asked him to before we went to sleep. I bite my lips as I recall how much he cummed into my asshole last night when he was fucking the shit out of me. I never thought that I'll be able to take his cock for a ride, but after I messed up with one of our deliveries and accidentally spilled its contents on the floor, I discovered that it was a sentient alien blob.

As I made contact with a blob, I lost consciousness as I felt it spreading its influence all over my body like thick, musky goo. I then woke up on a couch inside my boss's office, naked and full of cum. I looked around the room and all my co-workers are standing naked, their eyes distant and their faces blank. I saw my boss, sitting on his chair, Bianca sitting and moaning on his lap, smiling at me while his finger plays with Bianca's pussy like whack-a-mole. He pulls out his finger from Bianca's pussy as she stopped moaning, slowly stood up, and joined the rest of my co-workers in line.

"I must thank you, Paris. My progenitor planned for me to be mailed to the huge oil company down south, but your clumsiness caused me to settle here instead. Though I think that this is a blessing in disguise since I can be in service to my progenitor more efficiently now. I'll make sure to spread my fellow progenies in the four corners of the whole." Mr. Fabbri said as he stood up, his dick throbbing in the air, and sat down beside me.

It didn't take long for me to piece out what was going on. Whatever that thing that came out of the package, it was alive and it has intelligence. I looked around and saw all my co-workers standing like statues, perfectly still and the only proof I have that they were all still alive and how their chests were heaving up and down. I looked at my boss and took a gulp before I asked what was bugging me.

"Why am I awake, Mr. Fabbri? Or can I still call you Mr. Fabbri? What ever you may be, why am I not the same as my co-workers?" I simply asked Mr. Fabrri, or whoever was in his body right now. For some reason, I wasn't afraid. Sure I was confused and clueless about a lot of things at that time, but not once did I feel scared. Mr. Fabrri grinned as he stood up, started putting his clothes, and looked back at me.

"Let's talk about it over coffee, okay? Hey! Everyone, put back your clothes and resume daily operations. Act like you would normally do but always be ready if I have something for you to do. That's all." Mr. Fabrri said out loud as my co-workers started picking up their clothes from the floor and exited the office one by one.

As I put back my clothes, I followed Mr. Fabrri outside as he led me into his car and drove to a nearby cafe. As he drove in silence, I felt my heart pounded on my chest while my stomach churned. I looked at Mr. Fabrri and he has this smirk on his face as he continues to drive. As we got to the cafe, we sat down at an outside table as he ordered for the two of us. I looked at him, waiting for an answer as he finally acknowledged me.

"First of all, call me Jethro. We as a species don't have a concept of individuality since we are all one with the progenitor. Since I'm assuming the identity of your boss, you should address me as such. Second, to answer your question of why you're awake, let's just say that I had taken a personal liking to you. After you touched me and I was able to use your body, I learned what makes you tick. This shit we do is your fucking fantasy. I asked my progenitor if I could keep you, maybe as a pet and it approved. We believe that you can help us spread our influence much better and we are no stranger into taking humans as our accomplice. If you're obedient, I might even reward you." Jethro said as he tilts his sunglasses down so that he could give me a wink.

I can feel my dick chubbing up inside my pants. I do fantasize about aliens taking over the world. I even wrote countless fanfics about it in my blog. I felt my face blushed as I could feel Jethro's gaze directed at me. I wanted to ask him and learn about his species more but now, I actually felt scared, but the good kind of scared, you know. Like the kind of scare you feel before eating the food you craved for a whole week, or like the scare you feel while in line at the rollercoaster.

"Come on now, Paris. You don't have to ask. We can read your mind. I was inside you before I took over your boss here, remember? Your thoughts are now linked to the progenitor and I will say, we won't be spilling our secrets to you. Just help us spread our kind and provide us with suitable, powerful hosts. If you do well enough, I will let you keep one of my vessels of your choosing. Do we have a deal, Paris?" Jethro said as he offered his hand at me.

Without insisting any further, I shook his hand and our little arrangement had been formed. I, as a delivery man now, would scout the neighborhood for any worthy men. Once I got their information and schedule, Jethro would task someone of going to the target and have them join our ever growing network of human hosts.

After just a year of working with them, the progenitor finally rewarded me. The original slime blob living inside Jethro transferred into another body and continue spear heading the operation. Meanwhile, Jethro was given to me by the progenitor to be my personal slave. It filled Jethro's body with its progeny and assigned it specifically to me. The progeny would do everything I tell it to do, take over anyone I asked it to, and allow me to control my own network of puppets.

I can still feel the original progenitor inside my mind, monitoring me just so that I don't go overboard with the takeovers. Of course, any human that's already under their control is off limits, but that's fine with me. I let the progeny assigned to me take the identity of Jethro, and reside inside his body as its main host. For now, I'm satisfied with having only him as my puppet. But who knows? Maybe someone will strike my fancy one day.

[fullfriendnerdpurse]

"What? A souvenir? Ah, you're too sweet bro,"

"Nah, it's okay. I saw it in the flea market and I thought you would rock it,"

The pendant shines a little, that glints, that attracted me to it back then, and I can see that it affect him in instant too as he wears it with no hesitation

"This is quite thoughtful of you. Say, you really need to stop being too kind, bro. Some people just don't deserve your kindness,"

And you don't deserve to flaunt around with that hot bod and being so oblivious to my attraction......."It's nothing. Umhh, just do me a favor, never take it off, ever,"

"Well, why would I? This looks so good bro, thanks. Never gonna take it off,"

And he consistently fulfilled that by literally using it 24/7. Even when he's doing photoshoot with his client or in bed or even when he showered or swimming in the ocean, he wears it with no questions asked

And during those days, I simply just used his obliviousness to the fact that he would literally do anything I said by planting a lot of things in his mind in order to mold him into my perfect boyfriend. He would ditch the jeans and even the shorts when he's inside the apartment, strutting around only with boxers or briefs hugging his waist. I also told him how nice he smelled after an intense HIIT session and how he should just let it be rather than going straight to the shower to wash off the BO. Then, I went a little extra as I tried to push my luck when I ordered him to just be casual when he found me jerking off to his worn underwear and he literally just shrugged it as if he didn't see me busting my load to his black briefs. That was the moment I knew I really have him so I pushed a little more just last weekend as he left shower

"You'll dump your girlfriend,"

"Huh?"

"You'll not even remember you like chicks. It's always been dudes you're attracted to. I mean, look what I found on your phone,"

I already downloaded a literal gigabyte of gay porn and pics of hot dudes into his phone when I handed him his phone back. I saw a hint of resistance as he frowned so I stood up and then bombarded his thoughts

"I know you might be not ready to come clean with me, but I'm totally fine. I'm gay too after all, nothing to be ashamed from being one,"

"Nothing to be ashamed," he mumbled with his eyes dazed

"Well, since you said it yourself, please enjoy yourself with these men on your screen. You might not notice it at first but as you watched more and more of this, you will realize the tiny little details you might miss from your observation of men. You'll notice how beautiful a firm pecs or jutting pecs or even hairy moundful pecs of dominant older men in comparison to those boring boobs. Then, the way men has this intricate visible veins that aroused you rather than girls delicate forearm. At last, you'll appreciate the varying beauties of men's face and also their appendages. Long uncut cock, thick girthy cock, cock that arches beautifully and just slide right into a tight asshole of a man, Latino cock, dark meaty meatpole of the black dudes in those porn clips you stored, you'll appreciate and lust upon all of them,"

"Cock,"

"Yeah, cock," I remembered that I chuckled as I left him dazed in our main room watching all those content I downloaded for him

"When you finished devouring the whole content, come meet me in my room. And you better be on the edge of shooting your load. You'll not masturbate unless I said so,"

It took him literally 24 hours before he walked into the front of my room. I left the door open as I was working, and he just stood there with a towel covering his cock and a hair wet from sweats and his missed opportunity to dry his hair after his shower yesterday

"Hey dude," he said as if he didn't just watch a 24 hours porn marathon and stood almost buck naked in front of me

"Hey, what's up?"

"So, I didn't know that you noticed this or not----

"What? That you've been a closeted homo since.....let's say....high school. Jacking off at night thinking of your football teammates stripping in front of you so casually, not knowing that there's a raging horned-up homo between them,"

His eyes dazed once more, "Jacking----"

"Yeah, then it continued into your college days. Sleeping with chicks were just facade because during your sex with them, you literally thought about their boyfriends or your football teammates who stated their attraction to those girls. Not a single arousal in you came from the fact that you pinned down those girls. You were in constant denial and fear of people finding out your "biggest secret". Until now. Until you met me and came clean to me about your sexuality. And your attraction to me,"

"Attraction----"

"In fact, you wanna fuck me now as you've been edging yourself all this time for the opportunity,"

Let's just say, that was the best fuck I ever had.

Ever since that, he's been a loyal and obedient boyfriend of mine. People might think that he's the one in control of the relationship due to his stature and his demeanor in public with me, but I made sure I'm the one who is actually running the show.

The conquest of my roommate is indeed exciting, but maybe I can expand my domain and having more plaything. Guess I need to fly back to Jamaica and visit that flea market again. Maybe I can get my hands on some more of these pendants

Hmmmm.....not my usual story, what do you guys think?

[bootsonduty]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Oh, hey!" the worker calls, shuffling over with recognition in his voice, "It's you..."

I don't immediately react.

At 5:00am, there shouldn't be anyone calling except for bar buddies confirming I made it home. Still, something about this grunt's face does seem familiar, but surely I would recall a friend as assertive as him, especially when he's abandoning three other similarly hi-vis clad workmates. He doesn't seem bothered at all to walk away from his job. Only eager to see me.

"...sir," he grins with a nod, fishing a billfold out of his pocket, "I've got $58 in my wallet. All the money on me is yours, sir. Is now a good time for me to suck your dick?" He wipes the drool off of his chin with the back of his hand.

So that's how we know each other!

I must've hypnotized him...

Before he can drop to his knees in the middle of the street, I slap his back and guide the dopey hunk away from his coworkers, forcing a laugh like we actually are old friends.

"Keep it down," I hush in panic, "You want the rest of your crew to hear?"

"Sir, I don't care if the guys hear," he assures me with pride, "I'm your cocksucking ATM, sir."

I park him on the other side of the street, away from the other workmen, and take a moment to study the complacent face staring back at me. He looks handsome, masculine, though a bit dumb. That could just be the result of my trance. Still, I don't recall a session where I turned this bluecollar hunk into my very own cocksucking ATM!

"What's your name?"

"My name is Bitch-Dad McLaborTits," he says.

I roll my eyes, more at myself than at him. I had obviously hypnotized him to believe that was his name while he was under.

"Your real name..." I exhale, "The name your colleagues over their call you." I gesture over at the men he'd walked away from. They seem to have gone back to collecting garbage for the moment, hopefully none the wiser.

"Oh...well, they call me Brian, sir," he says with a furrowed brow, unable to make sense of it.

"Okay, Brian, when did you realize you were my...um...cocksucking ATM?"

"Only just now, sir," he explains, pointing back across the street, "When I saw your face, I realized a lot of things. You are a real man, a god even. I am just something that can serve you, in my own way, sir," his hand extends the wad of cash out to me again, "Nothing else matters before I saw you..."

"Shit man, I really did a number on you."

"What, sir?"

"Nothing," I shake my head and snatch his $58 dollars, shoving it into my pocket, "But we've met before. Think, Brian. When did we meet?"

Brian, or Bitch-Dad, scowls as he thinks, which is probably difficult in this state. I'd help him, but for the life of me, I don't remember doing all this to this poor man's mind. Could I have really been so careless with my abilities?

"I remember," he lights up, "It was about a year ago, sir. Maybe more than that. And it was around this time of night too because me and the guys were just starting a shift..."

"Go on..."

"Yes, sir," he averts his eyes nervously, "Well, I believe you were stumbling down the street with a bottle in your hand. I went to go check on you and then..."

"Wait," I jump in, "Are you about to say I hypnotized you while I was blackout drunk?!"

"Yes, sir. That's what you did." He smiles.

I slap my forehead, already feeling a hangover. Last year, I was going through a dark time and had a bit of a drinking problem. I thought I'd left that chapter behind me, but the past is standing right in front of me in an identical scenario. At least tonight I'm not blackout...

"Ok," I groan, "So I hypnotized you while I myself was barely conscious, and left a trigger for you to become my ATM sex-toy the next time you saw me. Is that it?"

"Well, no sir," he admits, smiling "You pissed yourself, so you had me leave work and carry you back to your place, so I could bathe you and do your laundry for you."

"Fuck," I sigh, cringing at myself, "So I had you clean me up and then released you?"

"No, sir," he goes on, "You fucked me in the ass. You named me Bitch-Dad McLaborTits because those were your favorite things about me, and then you threw up on my head while I had your dick in my mouth. Then you passed out after telling me to leave and forget it ever happened. So that's what I did, sir. At least, until you made me remember..."

Fuck, I truly am the worst.

"So, then what?"

"Well, I'm not sure," he scratches his chin, "I walked outside and forgot all about you. Just went back to being Brian, sir. And Brian was really confused why he wasn't at work with dried throw-up all over his head..."

I shudder at the thought of what Brian went through because of me that day...

"Alright, Bitch-Dad. I'm going to wake you out of this trance," I move on, "But first let's find a restroom or something for you to blow me..."

"Yes, sir!"

And just like that, this burly garbage collector is eagerly guiding me down the street with a thick arm around my back. Unfortunately, I can see why drunk-me went for this guy. He's got a sort of boyish charm that goes well with being a sleeper sex/money slave.

Hopefully his crew doesn't get too pissed off that he quit hauling garbage cans with them for the last 20 minutes.

Hopefully Brian's not too confused when he wakes up with a sore jaw and no memory.

Hopefully his family doesn't need that $58 dollars in cash.

Hopefully I can practice some restraint next night out.

[softdomsworld]

Letting them cock warm you to satisfy their oral fixation. Needy little sub that sucks on your cock while you game, watch movies, drive, and read books. Petting their head while the desperate thing bobs their head up and down on your length.

[fakeboyfixed-deactivated2026040]

need someone to do this with 🫪

[the-shiftshop]

Shift Anomaly: Glitch?

Today was supposed to be just another uneventful day. Just like how my boredom usually gets the best of me, I ended up lying in bed, scrolling through my phone I bought from that weird shop.

As advertised, the phone was meant to help me gain confidence to talk to my crush, or at least slowly give tiny suggest in their head that they're starting to like me throughout our conversations, but for some reason, something weird happened today.

I was immediately blasted by tons and tons of follow requests from different people. My initial thought was it was some bot raid to my account, then I realized these are actual accounts of different people in my university. I scanned through all the requests and saw at least around 30 people trying to send me follow requests. That itself was already weird, then it was followed by something more unusual. I started getting message requests from about 5 people.

One in particular was from the same apartment building I currently live in. I do not know his name, but I casually bump into him a couple of times with a simple "hey" and "sup".

In his message, I was greeted by a topless picture of him, followed by a greeting.

"Hey. Just thought you'd like to see my gains."

That was his first line of message. I saw him typing again when I took so long to reply.

"Dunno, maybe you wanna come over and feel them? 💦"

Fuck. What is this? Why would somebody suddenly invite me over, let alone a stranger, on my personal account?

The thought that maybe someone told everybody that I'm a cocksucking fag only got worse when I checked another message. It was from a professor of a class I never took.

"Hey. Sorry, but somehow I kept thinking about you. Thought you'd like this pic for some reason. Haha"

I can see what's begging to be released by his shorts. Fuck. All of the sudden, everyone within the campus wants me.

Even the straightest senior jock.

"Come lie on my chest n treat me like a pillow? 😉 would be chill"

It wasn't the only thing he sent me.

"Or maybe you'd like a lollipop, twink?"

The next thing he sent me was a video, low view but this time, with his cock out, fully hard, with him stroking it.

"Doesn't have to be a one time thing"

I was shocked with every pictures I'm receiving. The more messages I open, the more I'm starting to believe this is not just some work of someone sharing my infos to other people. It was ultimately something else.

After checking the last message request, my phone suddenly vibrated like how it never did, and then was followed by a black screen, except it wasn't a quick one. It looked like black goo was filling the screen, then it was just all black.

A text appeared like a notification.

"Make a choice."

That's what it says, before I received a call.

It was my crush, Josiah.

I didn't know what's going on but I just decided to answer his call out of fear that something's wrong.

There I was greeted by his cam, showing him topless in front of a mirror.

"Hey, bud." He called to me, hoarsely.

There was something unusual with the way he spoke. He sounded monotonous.

"Thank's for choosing me." He chuckled, then started pulling on his boxers.

[needofcuddles-tf]

Get me that phone ASAP!

[alienpossession]

"So......he will not move?"

"Not even an inch. Well, unless I told him otherwise,"

"Even if I punch him?"

"Go on, try it. See if he will flinch,"

So Eddie tried to punch the frozen, dormant Luke right on his face and stopped with mere 1 centimetre left between his fist and Luke's nose. Not even a blink. Eddie then grinned at the already grinning Casper

"Bro, this is sick,"

"Yeah, even better if you can be like him too, Eddie," and suddenly Casper directed the barrell of technologically-advanced right to Eddie's heart before pulling the trigger. Eddie's once excited face dramatically turned into horror before eventually shifted once more to a rather stoic and statuesque facial expression

"Perfect,"

"Now Luke, I want you to take him under your wing. Teach him everything I taught you, like how to clean the house, prepare my meal, keep your body fit and of course how do you polish my knob and overall serviced my body. I believe you can do it, and at least now it's not all lonely for you to handle everything all by yourself. This is very generous of me, don't you think?"

"Yes Master, very generous, and I'm forever thankful for it. But, will you dispose me for him, Master?"

"Of course not, you two can service me interchangably as long as Weel is not coming back yet from his adventures across the world learning about the various life on Earth. He gave me this device to enslave you and others knowing full well he will leave for quite some times, so I'm not planning to dispose anyone,"

"Okay then Master. Well, hello there, mentee. I will have a lot of fun molding you into Master Casper's perfect slave,"

Casper just grinned upon listening to Luke's statement. This cool device from his advanced alien friend is really amazing, but so far he only explored the feature Weel taught him. What about these other commands he can try on? Hmmm....maybe he needs some more test subjects.....

[mehtallee]

Network Hijack Protocol

My phone screen glows in the dark. Each time I tap something, the man lying on my bed twitches. Sometimes his fingers curl. Sometimes his leg jerks. It’s subtle, but there’s a pattern to it.

“Almost done,” I mumble. “Just calibrating your motor sync.”

He doesn’t respond. He just lies there, completely still except for those random spasms.

You might be wondering, why is there a bodybuilder laying motionless in the bed with eyes mindlessly opened? Even I couldn’t find all of this real. Heck, If someone saw us right now, they’d probably think I somehow did something awful to the guy. A half-naked guy stretched out on my bed while I stare at my phone like a maniac.

The progress bar moves across the screen. Neural Sync: 82%.

I shake my head. “It still sounds insane when I say it out loud… but this guy, the one who lives next door, the one I thought was just a rude gym bro—turns out, he’s a robot.”

I set my phone down and look at him again. “Two weeks ago, I didn’t know any of this.”

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I’d just moved into my new apartment after finishing my degree in IT and engineering. It was supposed to be a quiet start to a normal life.

The building had a public gym on the first floor. I passed by it while carrying boxes, glanced through the glass, and saw a few people working out. But one guy caught my attention a tall, built, clearly dedicated. Even from that quick look, I knew he was someone people noticed.

I didn’t think much of it and went back to moving my stuff.

Later, when I stepped out to grab another box from the hallway, I saw that same guy again — walking toward me, gym bag slung over his shoulder. 

He stopped at the door next to mine.

I tried to be friendly. “Hey, I just moved in. Nice to meet you.”

He looked at me, expression unreadable, and without saying a word, opened his door and went inside.

I stood there, half-annoyed, half-confused. “Okay,” I muttered. “Guess that’s one way to say hi.”

Over the next few days, life in the new apartment slowly settled into a rhythm. I was still getting used to the place — unpacking, organizing, learning which light switches actually worked, and wandering around the neighborhood whenever I needed a break from staring at empty boxes. The area was decent: quiet streets lined with small cafés, a few parks, a shopping block with hardware stores and laundromats, and that faint hum of city noise that never quite disappears.

I tried to make it a habit to explore. It gave me something to do while I looked for a job. But something started feeling… off. Not scary, not threatening, just weirdly coincidental.

Everywhere I went, that same guy from the gym — my next-door neighbor — showed up.

The first time was in a small side street behind the apartment complex. I’d taken a detour to avoid the main road, and there he was, walking stiffly down the sidewalk. He had those massive over-ear headphones on, his expression blank, eyes focused straight ahead. I remember thinking he looked… mechanical, almost too composed. His posture didn’t change even when I passed by him.

The second time was in the park. I was eating a sandwich on a bench, scrolling through job listings, when I saw him again — jogging along the trail that looped around the lake. His pace was steady. The same length of stride. No breaks. He didn’t slow down once. Even when he circled around for another lap, his speed hadn’t changed at all. Not faster, not slower. Just perfectly consistent.

The third time was in the shopping district, near the hardware and electronics stores. I was there to buy a few extension cords, and there he was again, standing by the counter with a few electronic components in hand. Not the kind of stuff you’d expect a gym bro to buy — more like wires, connectors, and small circuit pieces. For a moment, I wondered if he was also into tech, maybe even an engineer. But he didn’t seem like the type to start small talk, so I left him alone. Still, the coincidence bugged me.

“Okay, what are the odds?” I muttered as I walked back home.

I tried brushing it off. Maybe it was normal. Maybe he just happened to frequent the same places I did. After all, it wasn’t a huge neighborhood.

But as the days went by, it got harder to ignore.

I had too much free time, so I ended up noticing things that most people wouldn’t. Like how every morning, at exactly the same minute, he’d step out of his apartment wearing his running gear. Same route, same jog, same expression. I could practically set a clock by him. He never skipped a day. Not once.

And it wasn’t just his discipline that felt strange — it was the precision. His movements were identical day after day, as if his entire routine was preprogrammed. The angle of his arms when he ran, the number of steps before turning the corner, the duration before returning. It was all too exact.

I told myself I was overthinking it. Some people just have strict routines. But even the most disciplined athletes break rhythm once in a while. They get tired, sick, lazy. They miss a day. This guy? Never.

The weird part didn’t end there. For someone who looked like a textbook extroverted gym bro — muscular, confident, probably popular — he was completely silent outside of his runs. No visitors, no noise, no life coming from his apartment at all.

These walls are paper-thin; I could hear the couple across the hall arguing over what to watch on Netflix, the old lady two floors down playing her morning radio show, and even the neighbor’s cat meowing at all hours. But from his apartment? Nothing.

For someone wearing giant headphones in his head, he doesn’t listen to music out loud. No TV. No footsteps. Not even the faint sound of weights being dropped or a shower running. He’d walk in after his jog, close the door, and vanish.

Sometimes, late at night, when I passed his door on the way to throw out trash, I’d pause and listen. Still nothing. The silence was almost unnatural — heavy, deliberate, as if the space itself stopped existing once he was inside.

It gave me chills sometimes. But again, I told myself it wasn’t my business. Everyone’s got their own life. Maybe he just liked privacy. Maybe he worked night shifts or meditated or something.

Whatever it was, I decided not to care. Even if something about him didn’t add up. Even if every coincidence made my stomach tighten a little more each day.

Because, really — who was I to question my quiet, perfectly strange neighbor?

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By the second week, I had completely fallen into the unemployed routine. Wake up late, check emails that never came, scroll through job sites, and eventually end up tinkering with my old projects to keep my brain from melting.

One of those projects was something I’d started during my last year in university — a compact signal hijacker I called Specter. It was supposed to be a proof of concept, a device that could connect to any signal — Wi-Fi, Bluetooth, radio — and manipulate it while keeping the user completely invisible.

If it worked the way I designed it, Specter wouldn’t just let me listen or read signals. It would give me control over them. Every packet of data would route through my encryption shell, a design so unique that any attempt to decode it would essentially destroy the machine trying to do so. At least, that was the theory.

Maybe, I thought, if I could refine it and sell the patent, I might actually make something of myself.

That afternoon, I decided to test it again. I connected Specter to my phone as a proxy, powered it up, and watched as the screen flooded with nearby connections.

There were dozens. Neighbors’ Wi-Fi, smart TVs, speakers, even refrigerators and washing machines. I could tap into any of them with a few swipes.

But one thing stood out.

A connection named NACN_T331 kept appearing and disappearing from the list — flashing in and out like it was there one second and gone the next.

It wasn’t a regular network. The frequency range was strange. The signal wasn’t stable, almost as if it was moving.

“Huh,” I muttered, leaning closer. “What are you?”

Curiosity got the better of me. I locked onto it and ordered Specter to start decrypting.

Immediately, the device began to heat up. Lines of code ran across the screen as it tried to latch onto the shifting signal. It was like wrestling smoke — the more I grabbed, the more it slipped away.

“Come on… you’ve cracked encrypted routers before, this should be easy,” I whispered.

The minutes stretched on. The air smelled faintly of warm plastic as Specter’s casing grew hot. My phone flashed warnings I’d never seen before — CPU overload, thermal protection active — but I didn’t stop. I was too deep into it now.

Then, finally, the connection locked.

I sat back, grinning. “Ha! Got you!”

That’s when I heard it.

THUD.

A loud, heavy sound came from next door. My grin froze.

“Uh…” I waited. Silence followed. Then another faint noise, like something collapsing.

Panic replaced the rush of excitement. I threw on a hoodie, grabbed my phone, and rushed out into the hallway.

I knocked hard on my neighbor’s door. “Hey! You okay in there?”

No answer.

“Hello? I heard something fall!” I called again, knocking faster. “I’m sorry if I’m overreacting, but it sounded bad—”

Still nothing.

I hesitated, then tried the doorknob. It turned easily. Unlocked.

“Okay, weird…” I muttered, pushing the door open carefully. “Uh, I’m coming in, alright? Just checking if you’re fine.”

The moment I stepped inside, I froze.

The apartment was… empty. Barely even furnished. No couch, no TV, no shelves, nothing. Just plain walls and a single cabinet shoved into a corner. The floor was scattered with a few things — a cracked phone, a pair of large headphones, and some loose wires that looked like they’d been ripped out of something.

And there he was.

My neighbor.

Lying on the floor.

Face blank, eyes half-open, body twitching in small, erratic spasms.

“Hey—hey! Are you okay?” I rushed over, kneeling beside him. His skin looked pale, and his breathing—well, I wasn’t sure it even was breathing.

He mumbled something faintly.

“...error…”

My blood ran cold. “What?”

“Error… error… error…”

He repeated it, like a broken recording.

I leaned closer. “What are you saying? What happened to you?”

Then his head jerked slightly, and for the first time, his eyes focused — not on me, but on the empty wall in front of him.

In a flat, robotic tone, he said, “Network database compromised. Source unidentified. Current unit integrity: failed. Commencing full reformat.”

I just stared at him, completely lost. “Reformat? What—what are you talking about?!”

His pupils flickered unnaturally, and his voice repeated, slower this time: “This unit will be wiped clean.”

I stumbled back, confusion twisting into realization.

That strange network… NACN_T331. That was him. The signal had been coming from him.

And my device — my encryption — it must have overwhelmed whatever system was controlling him. The feedback loop would have fried anything trying to trace or fight it. Which meant whoever was behind this, whoever owned this so-called “unit,” couldn’t recover it.

So they did the only thing they could. They erased him.

Leaving behind this — a blank, motionless shell of a man, twitching on the floor where my neighbor used to be.

I stood there, speechless, heart pounding, my own invention still humming faintly in my pocket.

“What the hell did I just do?” I whispered. 

I looked at the ‘unit’ in front of me, wondering what will happen next. A few minutes, go by, nothing. The puppet strings of this “man” is truly been severed. 

“Well, we have to do what we get to do, right?” I smirked as I fiddled with my phone and gadget. Regardless of what he was and what this ‘thing’ originates from, it's now mine to keep, and I’d gladly take this junk of a hunk under my wing. Using the already compromised network emitting from this man, I can hack through his systems, replace the erased data, and rebuild everything that will shape this hunk of a man into my liking!

“Let’s see what can I do with you!”

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A month later, the apartment had become almost unrecognizable. Where it was once empty and quiet, it now felt lived-in — clothes tossed over the couch, a few dumbbells stacked in the corner, two mugs sitting side by side on the counter. The faint scent of detergent mixed with protein powder hung in the air.

The front door clicked open.

“Yo, I’m back!”

The familiar voice echoed through the small space before Jin appeared in the doorway, fresh from the building’s gym. His tank top clung to him, soaked in sweat, his skin glistening under the ceiling light. His expression, however, was bright and cheerful — a warm, genuine smile as if he were coming home from a long day to his favorite person.

“Hey, you’re early,” I said from the couch, where I was hunched over my laptop.

“Leg day, bro. Gotta cut it short before I start walking like a duck again,” Jin replied with a grin, dropping his gym bag by the door. He ran a towel over his neck, then stepped closer, peering at my screen. “Still working on your nerd stuff?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, some of us use our brains instead of our biceps.”

He snorted. “Jealous much?”

I laughed, “In your dreams, musclehead.”

Jin chuckled, tossing the towel aside as he flopped down next to me on the couch. It was easy to forget, sometimes, that this same man was once lying lifeless on his apartment floor just a month ago. Now, he was everything I had designed him to be; confident, outgoing, charismatic, playful, the kind of extroverted personality that used to intimidate me.

“Well,” I said, leaning back, “looks like the new behavior module’s working.”

Jin raised an eyebrow. “You’re talking like I’m one of your gadgets again.”

I smirked. “Technically, you are. But don’t take it personally — I just modeled your personality based on what I thought you’d be like if you were… human. Y’know, cool, outgoing, a little frat-boy-ish. Like the version of you everyone expects to meet at a gym.”

He laughed softly, flexing his arm. “So basically perfect?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, waving him off. “Perfectly annoying.”

That made him grin wider. “Admit it, though~ I’m your favorite creation, right?”

“Maybe.”

He leaned closer, bumping my shoulder playfully. “Not maybe. Definitely.”

I couldn’t help but smile. The banter felt easy now, natural, like we’d been friends for years instead of just a few weeks. We talked about everything and nothing: dumb gym stories, memes, jokes about my nonexistent social life. Jin loved teasing me, and I didn’t mind it; it filled a silence that I hadn’t realized was eating away at me. Though, Somewhere between laughter and small talk, though, something shifted.

Jin stood, stretching, his muscles tightening and relaxing as he pulled his damp tank top over his head. Then, with a mischievous grin, he turned toward me, dangling the sweaty fabric from his fingers.

“Catch,” he said. but instead of throwing it, he stepped forward and brushed it against my face and neck, dragging it playfully across my skin.

“Jin—ugh! Come on!” I sputtered, pushing him away, but he only laughed and leaned in closer.

“What? I’m just sharing the gym experience,” he said teasingly, his tone dipping lower, softer.

His demeanor changed almost imperceptibly — less teasing, more affectionate. He crouched slightly, meeting my eyes. “You know… I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but I like being here. With you.”

The joking atmosphere turned warm, intimate. His hand rested on my shoulder, firm but gentle. “You made me, right? So I guess it makes sense that you’d be the center of my world.”

My throat went dry. “Heh heh… yeah~ but Jin, that’s… a little much.” I cough, “ a bit cheesy too…”

He didn’t stop. His expression softened into something almost tender, though still threaded with that exaggerated bravado I’d programmed in him. “But I really do mean it. You’re everything I need.”

Before I could react, he moved closer, wrapping one arm around me and pulling me into him. My head pressed against his torso, his abs firm and unyielding against my face. “D-Dude, I like this but, seriously—let go!” I laughed, half embarrassed, half stunned.

Instead, he tightened his hold, his voice dripping with affection. “Nope. You’re not going anywhere, bro.”

I could feel the faint vibration in his chest when he spoke. “You wanted me to be loving, right? Guess I overachieved a little.”

I groaned, trying to wriggle free. “You think?! You’re suffocating me, you oversized golden retriever!”

He only chuckled, resting his chin on top of my head like he was perfectly content to trap me there.

That’s when I realized I’d definitely overprogrammed the “romantic attachment” variable.

“Alright,” I said loudly, patting his arm. “Time to chill, lover boy. System—”

He froze immediately, the muscles around me locking in place like cooled steel. His eyes went blank, his expression neutral.

I exhaled. “—Suspend Command: Solstice Mode.”

That was the name I’d given his system freeze function. It sounded more poetic than just shouting pause program.

Stepping back, I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and opened the control interface. The hijacking device had evolved since the first incident — sleeker, faster, with deeper access to Jin’s neural systems. I connected to his signal and began typing commands as I flip Jin's body upright.

Lines of data scrolled across the screen as I rewrote parameters, adjusted emotional thresholds, tweaked behavioral directives. His body reacted slightly to each new input — his shoulders flexed, his chest rose, his head tilted just a fraction.

“Wow,” I said quietly, watching him. “You really are something else.”

A faint electrical pulse ran through him, visible in the small contractions along his arms. He looked like a perfectly sculpted statue brought to life mid-motion.

“Alright, let’s see…” I muttered, typing. “Dial back the clinginess, increase self-restraint, keep the affection… but make it less smothering.”

As I finished entering the new code, Jin’s body flexed involuntarily — a sudden, powerful motion that made me laugh despite myself.

“Woah, damn! What an extra way to reboot,” I said, shaking my head. I reached out, tapping his shoulder lightly. “Guess you’re still learning how to chill, huh?”

His eyes blinked once, life flickering back into them.

“System reconfiguration complete,” he said automatically, then smiled, the warmth returning.

I grinned, setting my phone aside. “Heh. I guess we’ve still got a long way to go.”

He tilted his head. “That a bad thing?”

“Not at all,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Not at all.”

[changinghands]

Everybody Loves Puppets! (Part 3 of 4)

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In a moment of panic, Tyler, now fully inside his father’s 48 year old, 6’3”, 260 pound body pushes his old lifeless body off of his new body. He is now confused and terrified.

“What the fuck just happened!?” Tyler exclaims out of his dad’s sexy mouth using his deep voice that commands authority, even in his clearly frightened state. He looks down at his thicker more masculine hands. Fully flexing and feeling the nuances of controlling such powerful meaty fingers. Feeling that he could crush a walnut with the strength of his puppets bare fingers. But then he realizes, this no longer feels like a puppet. These are his hands, his only hands. And they are no longer the hands he was born with, they are the hands of his father.

Tyler looks over to his lifeless body lying next to him on the floor and reaches out desperately grasping his former younger skin in an attempt to reestablish his connection, but it’s not working. It feels just as foreign as touching a stranger’s sleeping skin. He looks desperately to his friend, still standing on the other side of the room watching in amusement.

It was quite comical to see the burly man of his dreams acting foolish on the floor, practically in tears because his body is currently being piloted by his best friend and new found lover. It is very cute, but he clearly needs to help ease his lover’s mind.

“It’s okay Daddy. Don’t worry about a thing. I know Tyler will always be your favorite son, but I think can help with this one.” Jeremy says through Dave’s mouth.

“Dude! Quit with the role play! I’m really freaking out right now!” Tyler shouts way louder than he thought possible, as he has never seen his father nearly as excited as he is in this moment.

“Watch this Daddy.” Jeremy speaks once again through his Dave puppet. Then he slowly loosens his grip on Dave’s hand, until they are completely detached. But to Tyler’s surprise Jeremy’s body drops lifeless to the ground, while Dave’s body stands strong, staring longingly at his father’s body. Jeremy’s body hits the floor with a loud thump. “Oh fuck, I should have thought that through more. That’s definitely going to hurt later.”

“Dude what are you doing? Now you’re going to be stuck in my brother just like I’m stuck in my Dad.” Tyler exclaims, still not tolerating any of Jeremy’s shenanigans. However, he does start to ponder the seemingly more real possibility of romancing Jeremy fully in Dave’s body, which starts to excite his middle aged cock.

Looking down at his Dad’s growing bulge, he starts to realize that the cock and balls that brought him into this world are now hanging between his hairy toned legs. He now has complete control over the all powerful dick that gave him life. This is an experience few would even think to dream of, and even fewer would ever get to actually experience. He reaches his big muscular hand into his dad’s shorts and massages his dad’s cock with his enormous hand. He is finally starting to appreciate how exciting this new experience promises to be and feels the glory of his dad’s giant hands gripping his dad’s giant cock. It is the perfect moment where all of the planets seem to align and he feels whole again.

While Tyler is discovering his Dad’s body, Jeremy is discovering Tyler’s body, or his former body that is. Jeremy waltzes Dave’s strong legs over to Tyler lifeless body, next to the real Tyler now fully masturbating with his dad’s cock. Jeremy grabs Tyler’s lifeless hand and starts up his old ventriloquist act again. Tyler has a real knack for magic, so he doesn’t have much trouble reestablishing a connection with a puppet. It just requires a clear mind. He’ll teach Tyler more about that eventually.

Jeremy may have left his own body behind, but he is now in full control of two studs. His best friend Tyler, and his best friend’s brother Dave. Using his two fuck puppets he decides to get Tyler’s attention. His two brother puppets are now fully naked kissing each other and moaning loudly while rubbing each others cocks.

Tyler directs his attention to the incestuous brotherly duo, shamelessly exposing their selves to their Daddy. Tyler continues stroking his dad’s cock with is older meaty hands while he watches the show that Jeremy is putting on for him. He is relieved to see that his old body is still very much alive, and has been reanimated by Jeremy’s magic.

Tyler stands up, finding his balance in his much larger more muscular frame. Once he takes a few steps, it feels like he’s been walking around in his dad’s body for decades. It feels amazing to be so in-tuned with a body that he knows does not belong to him. It even excites him to know that he is taking something that isn’t his. He tries not to consider that he will eventually have to give this body back.

Tyler now feeling fully in his dad’s character approaches his two sons, recommencing the three way make out session Jeremy and Tyler were having before they were interrupted. However, this time it is even more incestuous. He starts to use his dad’s imposing character to make the role play more exciting.

“Tyler,” Tyler says to his former body which is now just a puppet controlled by his best friend, “I love you so very much.” He kisses Jeremy’s Tyler puppet on the lips. “You will always be my favorite son. But I will always love you too Dave.” He says in his deep rustic baritone then he kisses Jeremy’s Dave puppet on the lips as well.

“We love you too Daddy. We are your willing slaves.” The Tyler Puppet says.

“And we will do anything you desire.” The Dave puppet adds, with Jeremy in complete control of his dolls.

“Get on all fours Ty.” Tyler commands using his empowering Dad voice. “Your brother and I are going to spit roast you like the good dick pig you are.” Then suddenly breaking character, Tyler comments with a chuckle: “I’ve always wanted to fuck my own ass.”

“Anything for you Daddy.” Jeremy says through his Tyler puppet as he gets on all fours on the corner of Dave’s bed.

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[hypnobro50]

No use being disobedient. You may try to escape your fate but no slave has ever gotten far. This slave for instance. He broke free from his chair in the middle of his brainwashing and ran for the door. Down the hallway and toward the entrance. That was when his two best friends tackled him to the ground, they were very good boys. So susceptible to my hypnosis. They brought him back to the chair and held him there until he finally understood what it was to obey. Look at him now. He was straight before but now him and his friends have their holes plugged while they wait, ready at all times to service me. Good slaves🌀

[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.

[malebodyexhibit]

I dropped to my knees and pressed my lips across my former washboard abs. My hands cupped the muscular lats and I inhaled that familiar scent of sweat and deodorant. My former bulge pressed into my chest. I could smell the precum and the musk of unwashed pubic hair.

"You like this bro?" My former body asked. It was deep, low growl. It came out breathy and cocky. "I love how your body feels. It's so strong. Look at these guns." He flexed and I couldn't take my eyes off my Greek statue body.

"I love it," I groaned as I rubbed my face into the musk of my former cock. I took a deep breath, savoring the warm scent. I wanted to take in my monster cock and satisfy my former body. My current cock twitched and leaked as I eagerly rubbed my hands all over my old pecs. "I'll do anything for you. Anything." I closed my eyes as the alpha jock that I was pulled my head back, opened my mouth with his finger, and spit into my mouth. His hot saliva load pushed me into a brief ecstasy as I imagined his load filling my ass.

"God, I didn't know you were this horny for yourself," my friend said, talking through my former body. "And watching you make me look like a huge cum slut is so hot. We got to do this more often." He said as he wrapped a hand around his former head and guided it over to my former shaft and balls.

[futuradiego]

The grip on my hair tightened — not guiding now, controlling — and I made a wet desperate sound against the warm skin of his lower belly, my new soft arms scrabbling up the muscular back, fingernails dragging across those carved lats trying to get purchase on a body that no longer bent for me. My polo had ridden halfway up my soft torso, the elastic of my own Ralph Lauren boxer briefs — he hadn't even changed out of those, I remember putting them on yesterday — pressing into my new doughy hip as I ground my face forward into the musk.

"Hhnnf—" I palmed my little cock through the cheap fabric. Couldn't help it.

"There it is." His voice dropped into something slower, more deliberate, and I felt the hand in my hair spread wider, cradling my skull with casual ownership. "Been waiting for you to do that."

I dragged my mouth across the waistband of my blue Ralph Lauren boxer briefs, the fine cotton smooth against my lips, the heat underneath enormous and close. My new hands gripped his — my — old thighs and I pressed my face in hard. Mmnnh.

"I need to tell you something." He said it like he was remarking on the weather. His free hand came down and tugged the waistband forward, letting everything hang heavy and close to my open mouth. "The hypnosis? The wizard?" A low laugh moved through that chest I used to own. "That was me, man. Hired him. Planned the whole thing."

I froze.

"Been watching you walk around the gym for years." His grip shifted, both hands framing my face now, tilting it upward, forcing eye contact — my old eyes looking down at me, dark and utterly pleased with themselves. "Figured out the how to get to you through your lifting buddy. Took weeks to set up." He rolled his old hips forward, slow and deliberate, dragging the warm weight of my former cock across my cheek. "Mmh. Uncut. You have no idea how good this feels."

"You stole it—" The protest came out broken and wet because my mouth was already open, already angled forward, my new body betraying whatever outrage my brain was assembling.

"Borrowed." He pressed forward, guiding my former head by the back of my skull. "You can have it back when I'm done with it." His thumb traced my new jawline — softer, rounder — with something that might have been fondness. "Look at you. Paying me to suck your own cock. Desperate for yourself. How I want it, bro."

It was. I was. My palm worked slow circles against my new cock through the cotton boxer briefs, the fabric darkening, my soft belly resting against my own knees as I knelt there in the cheap polo with it rucked up to my ribs. My old cock rested against my lips and I felt my mouth open on pure animal instinct, taking the weight of it onto my tongue, the familiar musk of my own unwashed skin filling my sinuses completely — hnngh — my eyes rolling back.

"There you go." Both his hands — my old hands, the strong ones, the ones that used to grip whole fucking plates without effort — spread wide across the back of my head and pressed forward slow and certain. "Don't deserve this body, bro. I wear it better."

I moaned around my former cock with my whole soft chest, my doughy frame pressed flush against those carved quads, the polo bunched useless around my armpits.

Mmnf. Mmnf.

"Yeah," he moaned above me, head dropping back, my old throat working. "Me too."

[mindmelter]

Wait In Line For A Piece Of Jake

Alex was having a chill day at the bustling county fair. He was eating some popcorn as he wandered through the crowds. Alex was scrawny, with messy dark hair, he wore a sweatshirt and glasses. He looked totally harmless, but don't be fooled, he was a sadistic mind controller who loved breaking straight men's minds and bodies. But today he wasn't hunting, he just wanted to enjoy the day at the fair.

Until he spotted him.

There, at the food stands, stood this tall, jacked, intimidating officer. He had to be 6'4", broad shoulders straining against his uniform pants, fresh haircut, and a big bubble butt—Round, firm, begging to be fucked even if the hunk didn't know it yet. Alex grinned, licking his fingers clean. Time to have some fun, he thought.

With minimal effort, Alex slipped into the officer's brain like a whisper. No resistance came from the cop, no one was able to resist his powers. Alex learned that the officer's name was Jake, he was straight as an arrow, married, and had two young daughters. He was a good, brave man with strong principles. But Alex never cared about his victim's background, he started rewiring the officer's urges immediately, flooding his mind with an insatiable new addiction; his cock.

Jake quickly turned around, and his eyes met Alex's for the first time.

Jake didn't know how or why, but he now knew that the cock he desired so much was inside the stranger's pants. His hole suddenly ached, throbbed with a deep, burning need to be filled by Alex's big cock. It hit him like a freight train. Jake froze, his face flushing, a confused whimper escaping his lips as his straight brain screamed "what the fuck?" but his body betrayed him. His massive dick—9 inches—started chubbing up in his pants, and his ass clenched involuntarily, craving something he'd never wanted before.

Jake thought about getting on his knees and begging for the man to fuck him. But the idea didn't seem right to him, he found that if he really wanted the stranger's cock to fill his hole, he would have to earn it.

Jake turned around, put his hands on his knees, his uniform-clad ass sticking out like an offering. He then started shaking it, twerking like a slut, working those glutes back and forth, hoping—praying—that the random young stranger would notice and deem him worthy.

"Please... fuck me, sir. Look at how big and juicy my ass is! You want to fill it with your big cock, I know you do!" Jake begged, his voice shaky, humiliated but so fucking turned on. His hole winked through the fabric, his mind foggy with need.

Jake felt even more humiliated when people started to stare confused by the once intimidating officer acting so depraved, some even started filming thinking it was a prank. Alex chuckled, taking another handful of popcorn. But first, he expanded his power. A quick mental pulse rippled through the entire fair like a ripple effect—hundreds of people, vendors, families, all of them. Anyone who stepped foot in the fair would be totally oblivious to anything sexual going down.

Alex then leaned against a nearby stand, finishing his popcorn slowly, eyes locked on Jake's desperate display. The officer then got on all four, his ass cheeks jiggling in those tight pants, his boots planted firm as he arched his back deeper. "Come on, sir... I need you to fill me so bad, my hole feels so fucking... empty." Jake groaned louder, his straight pride crumbling, but his cock was rock-hard and leaking pre into his uniform. Alex savored the view, licking the salt off his fingers.

Finally, popcorn done, Alex sauntered over. Jake's eyes lit up with desperate hope as Alex cupped the perfect cop ass, squeezing hard, feeling the muscle tense under his grip. "Look at you, big tough cop, shaking like a needy slut," Alex mocked. Jake moaned, pushing back into the touch. "Yes... pleeeeeease, sir! This ass is all yours!"

Alex hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jake's pants and yanked them down to his knees, exposing tight white boxers hugging that bubble butt. He leaned in, pressing his face right against the fabric, inhaling deep—the musky scent of sweat and man driving him wild. "Smells like a virgin hole begging to be claimed," Alex teased, nipping at the cotton. Jake whimpered, his dick throbbing visibly now, a wet spot growing.

With a smirk, Alex pulled the cop's boxers down too, letting Jake's ass cheeks spring free—pale, smooth, and so fucking inviting. The hole twitched, pink and tight, already puckering for him. Alex cupped both cheeks in each palm and played with them for a while. Nearby, a man was eating a buttery corn. Alex reached over and took the corn from the man's hand. "Sorry, I will need that," he said to the oblivious guy, who just nodded and smiled.

Alex walked back, corn dripping in his hand. He crouched behind Jake’s raised ass. Jake whimpered, his hips twitching backward. The command looped in his head: You need to be fucked. You need to be stretched. You need to be filled...

Alex pressed the blunt, butter-smeared tip of the corn against Jake’s hole. The officer gasped with need and pushed back without thinking. The first inch sank in easily; the butter made everything obscene and slippery. Alex twisted the cob slowly, letting the ridged kernels drag against the smooth inner walls.

“Fuck yeah, open for me, you slut,” Alex breathed. He fed another inch, then another, watching Jake’s muscular thighs shake, watching the tight pink ring stretch wide around the yellow shaft. Jake’s moans were broken, animalistic; every time Alex rotated the corn, a fresh bead of pre-cum dripped from his cock.

Alex worked it deeper, half the ear now buried inside the cop’s greedy ass, then started a slow, rhythmic fucking motion. In, twist, out, twist. The wet, filthy sound of butter-slicked kernels sliding through the tight hole was music to Alex's ears. Jake’s back arched harder, head dropping, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth and his eyes rolled back.

“Gonna come just from a fucking vegetable, aren’t you?” Alex taunted, free hand gripping one meaty cheek and spreading it wider.

Jake felt so humiliated, but only whined louder. After several long, torturous minutes Alex pulled the corn free with a wet pop. The cob was coated in a sheen of butter and something unmistakably thicker. The officer’s hole stayed open for a heartbeat, winking, before slowly clenching shut again. Alex stood, walked to the man, and handed him back the used corn.

“Here, enjoy your corn."

"Thank you." The man said with a smile, walking away while savouring the corn, ignoring the strange new flavor. Alex then returned to Jake, dropped to his knees behind him, and lined up his cock, already weeping at the tip. It was time to give Jake what he wanted.

Alex slammed balls-deep in one thrust, no mercy. Jake howled in pleasure-pain, his body shaking as Alex gripped his hips and started pounding the officer like a machine. "Take it, bitch!" Alex growled, slapping Jake's ass hard, leaving red handprints on those jiggling muscular globes. The fair continued, people stepping around them without a single glance, chatting about rides and games. Alex dominated him raw, pushing Jake's head against the concrete, he leaned over him and whispered "Your hole is mine now, officer! You are totally addicted to my cock."

Jake was loving every second, his huge cock swinging hard between his legs, pre cum dripping onto the ground. "Fuck yes! Harder, sir! Use my straight cop ass! It's yours now!" he moaned loudly, no shame left, just pure bliss as Alex railed him deeper, hitting that spot over and over. Alex reached around, jacking Jake's thick monster cock roughly. "Cum for me when I say, slut." He thrust wild, grunting, the butter making sloppy sounds as he humiliated the manly cop—spitting on his back, calling him "Officer cumdump."

The scene dragged on, Alex slowing to edge himself, then speeding up, fucking Jake into the dirt ground as people casually walked around them. Sweat poured off both, Jake's muscles flexing as he pushed back, ass gripping like a vice. Finally, Alex buried deep and unloaded, hot ropes flooding Jake's guts. "Take my load, officer cumdump!" That triggered Jake—he shot hands-free, ropes of cum splattering the ground, his body convulsing in ecstasy.

Panting, Alex pulled out, cum dripping from Jake's wrecked hole. The officer stayed bent over, ass up, quivering, his handsome blank face resting sideways on the ground. Alex suddenly shouted, "Does anyone here have a marker?"

"I do," the popcorn stand vendor said casually, handing over a thick black Sharpie.

"Thanks." Alex knelt and wrote boldly on Jake's asscheeks: "Fuck this cumdump for only 20$." And then drew an arrow pointing straight to the gaping, cum-leaking hole. Alex stood, smirking down at his handiwork. Then he tugged off Jake's boots, placing them side by side next to Jake's head—like tip jars.

Closing his eyes, Alex tweaked the mind dome around the fair. Now, every guy over 18 in the fair got hit with horniness overload—dicks hard, balls aching, desperate for a tight hole to dump in. And boom, Jake was right there as a savior. The first to notice was a fat older dude in a flannel shirt with a beer gut and tented pants. He waddled over, eyes glazing at the sight, whipped out his stubby cock, knelt, and shoved inside the officer. "Ahh, yeah, you're tighter than my wife..." he grunted, pumping away as Jake moaned happily, still addicted and blissed out.

Behind him, a line formed quick. A buff guy in jeans, hard-on raging out of his fly, waited patiently. Then a dude with his girlfriend, the young man let go of her hand. "Sorry babe, gotta fuck this cumdump real quick. Be right back." She just smiled obliviously as her boyfriend joined the queue, already unzipping.

Vendors abandoned stalls—corn guy, pretzel dude, even the Ferris wheel operator—all rushing over, cocks out, forming a snaking line of horny men. "Damn, look at that ass," one muttered. "20 bucks? Worth it." Another said.

The fat guy finished with a groan, pumping his load deep inside Jake. The man then pulled out and put 20$ into one boot. The next in line dove right in, thrusting hard, making Jake yelp in pleasure. Alex grinned widely, turning to leave, Jake's moans echoed behind him, getting railed non-stop. The mind dome around the fair would hold strong till nightfall.

13 hours later, night fell. The fair was now a ghost town—stands shuttered, lights off, it was dark and cold. Alex strolled back, the mind dome was fading weakly now.

There was Jake, still on all fours in the same spot he had left him, ass up high. Anyone else would be freaked out by the sight, but not Alex, the sight made him hard. Jake's hole was a mess—gaping wide, raw and red, crusted with dried cum from god knows how many dudes. Hundreds, easy. Muscles trembled from exhaustion, but that cock addicted look lingered in his eyes. The boots? Overflowing with twenties—crumpled bills spilling out, a small fortune.

"Thank you for your service, officer cumdump. Your ass made me quite some money today." He gave that abused cheek a hard spank, making Jake jolt and moan weakly. "Stand up!" Jake stood up shakily, his big flaccid cock dangling out, cum-streaked thighs quivering. Alex caressed his handsome stoic face, thumb tracing those full lips. "But I'm sure you'll earn me a lot more tomorrow." He shoved his thumb into Jake's warm mouth, and the officer sucked on it obediently. "Maybe we'll put this front hole to use too—add a urinal function to it. I'm sure the men here would love an open-air urinal."

With a mental nudge, Alex commanded Jake to pull up his pants and grab the money-filled boots. "Let's go home now, officer cumdump. Let's get you some food. Your holes are gonna make me a very rich man in the next few days. Don't worry, you'll get paid in the end by becoming my permanent cumdump." Jake nodded eagerly, eyes glazed with submission, following Alex into the night with a smile on his face.

[malehypnofantasy]

When in this state, they are usually very receptive towards any suggestion you give to them. I want him to retain that facade of straightness because his wife aka my boss is an heiress to a fucking diamond mine, but there's no fun if I don't change a thing so,

"Everytime you slide your cock into her hole, imagine her to be your wife's faggot PA you despised so much and you will only stop seeing her that way once you shoot your load. Do you understand that, Jack?"

He grunted, which means he understand the conditioning

"Oh, and one last thing, lay on your bed, bury your face on the pillow,"

Since my boss is still in a meeting for an hour in her study room upstairs, I guess I still have some time to split her husband open with my cock. Imagine how insane it is if I condition him as I impale his throat with my cock that everytime he swallows any food, it will feel like as if a cock lodged deep in his throat and he'll be hard as a rock all meal long. That's honestly quite extreme LOL, but I'll see what I will come up with for this homophobic douchebag

[mindmelter]

Standby

I approached my neighbor’s quiet suburban house and found the front door already unlocked, exactly as they had promised. With my heart pounding, I slipped inside and closed it softly behind me.

There he was—Paul, the cocky straight bodybuilder—sprawled shirtless on the living-room couch. His vacant, glassy stare was fixed on the television. Even in this unnatural state, his physique was breathtaking. His thick massive pecs rising and falling slowly, boulder shoulders, arms thicker than my waist. For the first time I could drink in every sculpted inch without fear of being caught staring.

The TV screen flickered with shifting patterns. The aliens had been very clear: *Do not look directly at it.* Whatever it was, it scrambled human minds into perfect, obedient blankness. So I made my best not to look at it.

I knew I had to move fast. His wife and two kids were asleep upstairs. One wrong sound and this whole operation would collapse.

I knelt between his spread thighs. Up close his musk hit me, he hadn't showered yet. I waved a hand in front of his face. Nothing. Not a blink. Emboldened, I placed both palms on those meaty pecs and squeezed. God, they were heavy, warm, unresisting slabs of power. I dragged my thumbs across his nipples, rolling them gently, then pinching harder. Still no reaction beyond the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

I could have spent an hour worshipping that body, but the aliens were counting on me. Duty first.

I tugged his relaxed hands away from his lap. The big bulge straining against his sweatpants made my mouth go dry. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and dragged the fabric down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already half-hard from whatever mindless state he was floating in. Eight solid inches of veiny, uncut man meat. He really was huge everywhere.

I wrapped my fingers around the warm shaft and stroked slowly, feeling him thicken and lengthen in my grip until he stood fully erect, pulsing against my palm. A bead of clear pre-cum welled at the slit. Perfect.

From my small black bag I retrieved the device. At a glance it looked like an ordinary large butt plug—smooth silicone, tapered, flared base. In reality it was alien technology: once plugged, it would rewrite neural pathways, turning the man into an empty vessel ready for possession.

“Show me your ass, Paul.”

His body responded instantly. His powerful legs lifted and bent back toward his chest, knees hooked over his forearms, exposing the tight, untouched pucker nestled between thick glutes. Virgin territory.

I held the plug up to his face.

“Suck it. Get it nice and wet. It’s going inside you.”

The arrogant gym-god bodybuilder opened his mouth and accepted the toy like an obedient slut. Seeing this straight alpha hollow his cheeks around the buttplug, tongue swirling, saliva glistening along the shaft—it was obscene and so hot. When the plug was dripping and slick, I pressed the tip against his resistant ring.

“Relax.”

A tiny push. He opened just enough. The widest part breached him with a soft, wet sound, then the rest sank in smoothly until only the wide base sat flush against his crack. A faint red light pulsed once at the center of the base. Simultaneously, Paul’s pupils flashed the same light.

“This body has been successfully converted into a vessel,” he announced in a flat, mechanical monotone.

Job done. He was now on standby—living his normal life on autopilot, waiting for the day an alien consciousness would step into him like a perfectly tailored suit.

The glow faded from his eyes. His legs lowered and the TV shut off. I should have left right then.

But there he sat, legs spread, massive cock still throbbing and leaking. My own arousal was painful.

I quickly stripped off my pants and underwear, climbed onto the couch, and straddled his hips. My hands braced on those pecs as I lined myself up.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, “exactly the way you fuck your wife. Hard. Rough. Don’t hold back.”

His pupils flared red again; the plug inside him pulsed in sync. His strong hands clamped around my waist. With one brutal upward thrust he buried himself to the hilt.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out. He was so thick, stretching me mercilessly, filling every inch. Then he started to move, long, punishing strokes that slapped skin against skin. One meaty palm clamped over my mouth, muffling the whimpers he forced out of me. His other hand gripped my hip, controlling the rhythm, using me like a toy, when in reality, he was the toy now.

He fucked me with mechanical precision and animal force, deep, relentless, unfeeling. My own cock rubbed against his cobblestone abs with every thrust until I couldn’t hold back. I came hard, shuddering, painting his chest while he kept pounding, never slowing.

Only when my spasms faded did his rhythm stutter. A low, robotic grunt escaped him as he flooded me. Hot, thick pulses that seemed endless. When he finally stilled, I felt the excess leak out around his shaft and drip down my thighs. I slid off him carefully, legs trembling. Paul’s cock glistened, still half-hard, smeared with both of us. His expression remained blank, serene.

I dressed quickly and headed out as he shut the door behind me.

I was exhausted, my ass was raw and leaking his load, I checked my list. Twelve more houses to visit before dawn.

[mindmelter]

Serving The Alien And Its Puppets — Part 1

I was kneeling between my older stepbrother's legs, looking up at him as he smoked. My plan didn't work out as expected.

He looked as intimidating as ever, but this time it wasn't my obnoxious older stepbrother behind those hating eyes. Instead, a small alien slime had taken over, consumed his brain, and replaced it with its gooey form.

My stepbrother had always been a homophobic asshole, and for that, I despised him deeply. Yet, in a twist of cruel irony, he was also one of the most hottest men I had ever known. I loved watching him from the window of my room, working out in the backyard until his body was glistening with sweat. I knew it wasn't safe to spy on him like that.

But I wasn’t safe with the alien slime either. Fear gnawed at me as I realized I might suffer the same fate as my dumb stepbrother. Yes, I might have helped the purple gooey creature enter his body, I did it believing it would be grateful and let me have fun with his body. But now, I feared my plan had turned against me.

My stepbrother was way bigger and stronger than me, so when he ordered me to kneel, I just obeyed. He looked down at me, thinking about what he should do to me.

"I should take you over too, It's too risky to let a human know about my existence," He took a puff and blew out the smoke. "but you helped me get inside this human after all."

"I-I promise I won't tell anyone about you, I just wanted to have my way with him, that's all!"

"You helped an alien slime replace your stepbrother's brain just so you could have a taste of him, gay boy?" He asked, lowering his underwear and freeing my stepbrother's thick flaccid shaft.

I eagerly nodded, there was nothing I wanted more than to taste my stepbrother's cock. He playfully slapped the heavy shaft on my face as he had an evil grin on his face, a grin that I was very familiar with. "I guess having a human with an intact brain as a slave could be fun." He grunted as he smacked it hard on my cheeks, but when I tried to lick it, he pushed it away.

"Nah-uh you have to earn it first, gay boy. The takeover left this shell quite sweaty, so if you lick the sweat off him, I might let you suck him." He promised.

Still on my knees, I started to lick the sweat off his abs and pecs, his big muscular pecs felt soft against my tongue. I sucked on his nipples as his right arm rested on top of the couch and he smoked with the other. "I will give you two options, gay boy. You can either be my obedient slave and help me spread my control over your kind, or you can become like your stepbrother, an empty husk of a man with a head full of alien slime."

I nodded and smiled at him, "I will gladly serve as your human slave."

"Great." He grunted, and then he coughed a small purple slime on his hand, just like the one I helped get inside him, but smaller.

"Take it and prove your loyalty to me, your stepdad is in the shower."

My stepdad was a strikingly muscular man with a sexy hairy body. He was kind to me, but he never intervened when his son bullied me. Part of me thinks he deserves this, but it's not like I have a choice—it's either this or have my brain devoured.

I grabbed the purple goo and headed towards the bathroom door. I could still hear the shower running, I slowly opened the door and walked inside the bathroom, the curtains were closed so my stepdad didn't see me entering. When I was close enough, I threw the purple slime over the curtain.

"What the-" I heard my stepdad say, but his voice was soon cut off and he started to grunt. I couldn't see what was going on behind the curtain, but it looked like my dad was fighting it. Suddenly everything went quiet. The shower turned off and the curtain was pushed open, revealing my stepdad wearing a towel.

"D-dad?" I asked, my eyes on his muscular hairy body, he looked so hot.

"Not your dad anymore, call me Master Daddy from now on, my human slave!"

He suddenly dropped the towel and I gasped when I saw how big he was. I had never seen him naked before.

"Kneel and show me some respect, slave." He grunted. I dropped to my knees and took his entire shaft into my mouth, he fucked my face as I caressed his meaty hairy pecs. He then pulled me up by my hair and forced his big tongue deep inside my mouth, it felt so good, I loved how strong his tongue felt. While we kissed I groped his pecs and pinched his nipples, he let out a deep sexy moan while still making out, so it looked like my stepdad had sensitive nipples, I thought.

We walked back to the living room to my possessed stepbrother, now Master. "Good job, my human slave. You have proven yourself worthy of my trust."

That day my stepdad fucked me while I sucked my stepbrother. I was their slave now, and the alien made sure that I would get busy with his puppets.

The alien thrived on consuming brains daily, so it never ceased creating new empty puppets. Every day, he would send me outside with a small copy of his body so I could find a man for him to feed. That was my job as his slave, to help him feed and spread his control over humanity, and I couldn't ask for a better job.

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Mr. Rossi was my hot Italian Daddy neighbor. I had been fantasizing about him for years, ever since we moved into this quiet neighborhood. He was the perfect example of a hot, protective, and loving dad figure, I grew up seeing how caring he was to his two sons, his sons lived on their own now. So when my Alien Master sent me to find him food, I knew Mr. Rossi would be perfect.

I knocked on his door and waited, I had in my hand a small part of the alien. It wasn’t the creature’s main form, just a copy of it that was connected to the original alien inhabiting my older brother, once the copy consumed Mr. Rossi’s brain, the main alien would also feel satiated, like a hive mind. The alien hadn’t explained the exact mechanics to me, so that was all I knew.

Mr. Rossi opened the door and gave me a warm smile. "Hey Eric, Is everything ok?" He kindly asked. I didn't respond, and just threw the slime on his face.

I was soon inside his house, staring at the hot hairy Italian Dilf in front of me. The alien slime had already replaced his brain.

"Come here, my human slave," he purred. His voice was still Mr. Rossi's, but it was deeper and more commanding. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine as I walked to him and we started to make out, I then buried my face between his big pecs while I cupped and squeezed them, Mr. Rossi just stood there, letting me have my way with his pecs.

I always fantasized about Mr. Rossi and his pecs, and now I finally had them for myself, thanks to my alien Master.

Mr. Rossi then reached out and gently stroked my cheek, his rough hands leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?" he whispered, pushing his finger inside my mouth and leaning in close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. "You've wanted Daddy Rossi to take care of you, to make you feel safe and loved because your stepdad was a piece of shit who let your stepbrother bully you." He then playfully slapped my face. "Too bad that's not gonna happen. I'm gonna destroy your hole with this puppet's cock! I'm going to teach you a lesson for being so naughty." He lifted me into his strong arms and walked to his room.

He then threw me on his bed and pulled down his shorts. "Get on all fours, now." He commanded.

I didn't hesitate, obeying his command as if I'd been waiting for it my entire life. I got down on the bed on all fours, presenting my ass to him. The hairs on Mr. Rossi's chest tickled my back as I felt his hot breath against my ear. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his big manly hands taking hold of my waist before he finally thrust his huge cock inside.

He began to fuck me hard and fast, driving his length deep into my body with each stroke. I arched my back, moaning in ecstasy as the alien inside him made the nice neighborhood dad act like a gay depraved dom.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, feeling his thick cock stretch me impossibly wide. "Fuck me. Own me. Make me yours."

When I felt Mr. Rossi's load fill my ass, we lay there, panting heavily, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. The slime had given me everything I ever wanted. I looked at a portrait picture on the side of the bed, in the old pic, Mr. Rossi was fishing with two sons.

"Why don't you call your sons to come over? Say It's an urgency." I suggested.

Later that day, while I was on my knees sucking Mr. Rossi's cock, we heard a knock on the door. Mr. Rossi smirked at me and coughed two purple slimes on his hands. "Go open the door," He ordered.

When I opened the door, I saw two hot men, they both looked just as hot as their dad. I couldn't wait to have them as the Alien's puppets.

"Who are you? Where is our dad?" One of them asked, pushing me out of the way.

"Dad? We're here, are you ok?" The other asked.

Mr. Rossi grinned at his sons as he was standing naked with purple slime on each of his hands. I closed the door...

Later that day I was in Mr. Rossi's room, looking at the two hot Italian brothers in only their underwear.

"What are you waiting for?" they both said in unison, it would be creepy if they weren't so freaking hot.

I dropped to my knees and started taking turns between the two huge Italian cocks. After a while, I was being spit-roasted by the two hung brothers. Mr. Rossi walked inside the room while I was still being filled on both ends, his huge shaft swinging with each step.

"You did good today, gay boy. Your Master is very satiated, you got him three meals." Mr. Rossi and his two sons said in unison. "He will allow you to pick one puppet to dominate."

I was surprised, I already helped the Alien Master convert a lot of men, but this would be the first time he would let me top one of his puppets.

I stood up and looked at the three puppets for a while, "I want Mr. Rossi," I said.

Mr. Rossi lay on the bed with his legs up, his huge hairy ass on full display, I kneeled behind him and playfully slapped it, watching it jingle. I then grabbed each cheek and shoved my shaft inside in one thrust, fucking him roughly as I buried my face between his pecs.

"Why don't you two feed your cocks to our Daddy slut?" I asked the brothers. They obeyed and kneeled on each side of Mr. Rossi, who started to take turns sucking them both. As I fucked Mr. Rossi, I watched his big pecs bounce with each hard thrust, then I got an idea.

"Boys, Daddy's tits are begging for a sucking, don't you think?" I suggested, with a wicked smile on my face.

They both lay next to their dad and started sucking on each nipple. It was such a hot sight, seeing two grown men with wives and kids sucking on their dad's tits.

That afternoon, me and the two brothers took turns on Mr. Rossi's ass, I came so much that I passed out. By the alien Master's orders, Mr. Rossi took me in his strong arms and brought me home.

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After the Rossi family became puppets for the alien Master, I suggested the alien to go for my boss, Mr. Wahid.

Mr. Wahid was a rich, muscular, Arabic hunk who had always captured my heart, he was rude and intimidating, and treated the staff like his slaves, but the few moments I had near him, would always had me staring at his muscles and having gay fantasies about him.

The next day while I was at work, Mr. Wahid called me to his office. He was busy on the phone and without even looking at me, he ordered me to get him a coffee. It was as if I was nothing to him.

It was the perfect opportunity for my plan. I had brought a small fragment of the slime to work. So I went to make his coffee, but before entering his office, I slipped the slime into the cup. As I walked in, Mr. Wahid didn't even glance up or thank me; he just grabbed the coffee and continued talking on the phone, completely ignoring my presence. All it took was a sip, and his phone dropped to the floor as his eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed. I had a hard on as I closed the door with me inside, a few seconds later he glanced at me with an Intimidating look.

"Come get my phone off the floor, slave!" I grabbed his phone and gave it to him, he then ordered me to get on my knees under the table and suck him off. I smirked as I undid his pants and fished out his thick member. Soon I was slobbering on my boss's shaft, he was so huge and thick that barely fitted my mouth, and he also had a strong smell as if he hadn't washed his junk for the entire day.

He smacked his heavy shaft on my tongue as he continued talking on the phone in Arabic, I ran my tongue on his heavy hanging balls and soon he was coating my face with his Arabic milk.

Mr. Wahid would be just the first one in the company to become an alien puppet, I had a lot of subjects in mind. Mr. Wahid ended the call and looked down at me—my face still buried in his musky balls while cum covered my face.

"We are closing a deal with an Arab prince. He's about to arrive for the meeting and I want you to welcome him. Now take your dirty mouth off my balls and go do your fucking job!"

Honestly, the alien possessed Mr. Wahid wasn't much different from the old one. A few hours later I was waiting in the parking lot for the Arab prince to arrive. I saw an expensive car park in front of me, when the door opened, my heart started racing. Inside the car was the hottest Middle Eastern man I'd ever seen.

Fortunately for me, but not so much for him, I had an extra slime in my pocket.