#clothes possession

[bigboysfalldeep]

support the troops

I was surprised when Daniel slid into my DMs on Grinder. For a soldier to message me felt surreal. I assumed all of them were fucking around with their girlfriends while stationed at home. He was pretty upfront with me about the whole situation. Daniel said he needed to let out some steam and basically asked me if he could use me as a simple tool—an easy way to vent.

I felt weird at first, but something about him made me agree to meet at my place. It was easier for him, and I couldn't disagree. When Daniel arrived at my place, I was even more surprised. He looked handsome in his pictures, but the real one was even more imposing. Still in his uniform and carrying a bag, he entered my home, looking for my bedroom.

I made sure to clean it and remove my dirty laundry and shoes. But Daniel didn't care. He tossed his bag to the floor and turned around. His eyes immediately wandered all over my body, but he didn't seem satisfied. With a low grunt, he ordered me to undress, and I did. It felt as weird as it was exciting. He even smelled good—musky, but good. His body tested the limits of his clothes. All those workouts paid off.

My dick was already hard, and my hole was ready to welcome his cock, but at first, he looked at me again before shrugging. "Not impressed, but it had to do", was something flashing through my mind. I felt embarrassed, but then he smirked at me. My whole pale body turned red, much to his amusement. Without much hesitation, he undressed as well, exposing his well-formed physique.

His abs were so beautiful, defined, and hard that I would have loved to touch and lick him. Follow his hairy treasure trail with my tongue. But the look in his eyes told me not to. I wasn't supposed to even look at him like that. Disgusted, he ordered me to turn around and lie down on my bed. And I did it without questioning anything.

I heard his belt opening, and his tight pants slipped down his thick thighs. His dick hit his skin a few times, accompanied by a low grunt. He must have felt good and in control.

And he was. I tried to turn my head to look at his member with my own eyes, but he stopped me. Easily, he grabbed my neck with one hand and pressed me into my bedsheets. Right away, I let out a long moan, and my dick started leaking all over the place. I couldn't help but whimper once he entered my body with his thick pole. It hurt—so much pain and pleasure.

His deep groans and my high-pitched moans filled the air all around us as he started to thrust into my widening hole again and again. Daniel didn't even acknowledge me at all. For him, I was just another sex toy, a simple means to an end. He kept on fucking me for what felt like an eternity. His dick penetrated me, hitting all the right spots. He was so long and so hard, and his throbbing cock made itself feel at home. Daniel growled like an animal. Like a bull, or something even bigger and more feral. Feeling his hand on my neck and the other on my waist, I felt pain rush through me. But at the same time, I felt better than ever before.

I already came twice when his entire body got stiff and rigid, filling my hole with his steaming cream. Exhausted, I lay there, panting, while his hands ran over my back and his finger along my spine. Now he seemed to care, at least a little. Daniel's entire demeanor changed. He turned soft, like all of this pressure had left his body. His wet cock left my body, making me moan loudly again. And when I turned around, I caught him fondling it lovingly.

Then, however, he asked me something that changed my life forever. "You want to support our troops, right?" He said it eagerly and teasingly while getting dressed again. I enjoyed watching him tuck his member into his briefs, covering the package with his uniform pants. I didn't even notice him staring at me. But he just repeated his question, with his voice even deeper than before.

Our eyes met again, but he changed. They were so shiny, and his voice was so smooth; how was that possible? What was he talking about? Was he asking me to be his fucktoy? But that wasn't it. I was unable to form a coherent thought, and he knew that. He put his shirt back on and asked me one last time. His eyes pierced my mind, and I was speechless. Support the troops. Any way possible.

I nodded slowly, and he smirked. "Good boy." He licked his lips and grabbed his bag, pulling out another uniform. It was dirty and smelly, and just by the looks of it, it hasn't been washed in ages. "This is for you." Daniel grinned, and a spark of mischievous joy flashed in his eyes as he tossed those clothes at me.

Instinctively, I caught them, and their smell was even worse. Was I meant to wash it? Or wear it? I didn't know. I opened my mouth to ask him, but something was already happening. Those clothes were radiating some sort of energy, a warmth, which engulfed my hands at first, but it was spreading quickly. I was trying to ask for help, to yell, but my body didn't obey me anymore.

In fear, all I could do was watch my hands and arms transform. They turned flat and changed color rapidly. That uniform was taking over my body, pulling me into its fabric. Panicking, I looked at Daniel, who was happily watching me, enjoying my despair. He crossed his arms in front of his massive chest before lowering one hand, touching his member through his clothes.

As more and more of my body turned into fabric, he started to jerk off through his pants. He loved watching me cry out in agony. With all of my power, I started to scream, but as much as I tried, I couldn't fight it.

It didn't even hurt as much as it tickled, like multiple hands sliding across my skin at once. Suddenly, I blacked out. Too much pressure, too much stress.

When I came to my senses, I felt myself getting lifted into the air by a pair of beautiful, masculine hands. It was Daniel who looked at me with a playful grin spreading all over his face. As he talked to me, telling me about my new life in his sweaty uniform, I felt his hands enter me and touch me like no one had ever before. If I still had a cock, I would be leaking heavily by now. It felt sensational, free of any problems I had as a human. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was happy with me, which caused me to vibrate rhythmically. I wasn't even mad when he pushed me into that old military bag. It felt right, like my new home.

I got used to the smell pretty quickly and started to appreciate it. He washed me from time to time and wore me nearly every day for training, target practice, and missions. Feeling his skin press against mine, smelling his strong musky scent, or humming to his racing heartbeat—yeah, that was my new life. It got even better when he started to tease me, wearing nothing underneath me, so I felt his muscles, nipples, and, most importantly, his dick imprint through me. When I was lucky, he even pleasured himself through me. Anytime he came into me, he made me think about his steaming cream flooding my tight hole.

I sucked him dry—sweat, cum, or blood. No matter what he threw at me, I gladly took it. That was my job, and all I could think to say was.

Thank you sir.

[semischarmed]

Twice, Part 2

Butterflies. 

I had butterflies in my stomach- not unlike the ones I had when first meeting Julien Michel.

It had been two days since that fateful meeting with the once-in-a-generation possessor Nate.

I gulped as I began to relay the events of the past few days in my head. I had not only met my favorite celebrity, but had also come across a new friend with a once-in a lifetime opportunity. I looked upon the pristine white fabric inner-wear he would be wearing for the race. I stared at the piece in envy, imagining what it must have been like to encapsulate Julien in his most intimate moments. The man lived and breathed racing, after all. It had only cemented the wish in my head. For this race, I would have that opportunity. To be with my driver in his element, to be driven by him as he drove his car at the most pivotal moment of his career- 

“Phew” Nate laughed, cutting some of the tension. “Man, you’d think they’d make these locker rooms smell better.”

I laughed a bit as well. “You’d think the security was a bit better.”

I pulled out Julien’s racing clothes. Or rather, the underwear he wore beneath the suit.

“Welllll, I’ve never split someone into threes before… this- this is gonna sting”. Nate looked at me, watching for any hesitation. I could tell he still disapproved of the whole thing. 

I reassured him. “Yeah, I figured it’d be weird to be three things at once… but thank you. Thank you for doing this.” I placed my hands on his shoulders. “Trust me Nate, I want this.”

Nate bit his lip. “Then let’s begin”. I nodded in response as I stripped buck naked. I blushed immediately. Nate chuckled. “Don’t worry man- just relax a bit and let me do my work.”

Nate began massaging my shoulders. His adept hands followed the contours of my body, like he was regarding my every shape. Being poked and prodded to this extent felt entirely foreign to me. It was like a checkup, except instead of a doctor’s hand searching for diagnosis, it was Nate’s- curving and rubbing across my bare skin. I gulped when I began to feel the first bits of it work. 

It started as a pleasant buzz- like his hands were vibrating as they ran over my body. Only after the third go-round did I realize it was actually my body vibrating to match his. I watched my skin shiver and blur with the surrounding air as it continued to vibrate. That’s when it started to hurt a bit. Every cell of my body wanted to fight the process. It was a stinging flooding into my every being. I moaned in pain as Nate started to comfort me. “We’re almost there… just hold out a little longer.” The stinging became a searing as I watched my entire body vibrate incredibly fast- so fast that it began to steam the air around us. The blurring was now evident throughout my body, and I took note of my increasingly translucent and undefined form. Nate’s expert hands then began to move at a similar frequency, matching my own. He was sweating now too- no doubt from the heat of the entire process. Nate’s hands then reached into my chest and I felt a shattering in me. All discomfort melted away as I was awash with a sense of calm. 

I could no longer see my form, but no panic ran through me. Instead, I felt myself lay motionless in the air in tranquility. 

“Sorry buddy, never had that much resistance from someone before…” Nate stated. His voice felt distant to me, as did my own thoughts. I felt myself and everything around me begin to fade away in that same sea of tranquility. My astral eyes began to grow heavy before Nate’s hands inside me shocked me back to reality. No. I had a job to do. 

After I regained lucidity, I watched as he took my incorporeal form, pulling strands out and laying them into the corresponding spot on the fabric. Nate’s hands moved fast, and I felt parts of myself get pulled into every thread of the fabric inner-wear. With every weave of my soul, I felt the white fabric yield. 

According to Nate, whatever properties the possessor imbued the object with matched the qualities of that possessor. A bodybuilder, for example, would likely imbue strength.

I pondered for a moment on what qualities I’d even be giving Julien’s inner suit. However, instead of parts of myself being pulled in, I felt a path open. If that shirt had a mind, I imagined it being open like a blank book. In a sense, I felt the compulsion to choose what qualities to imbue myself. I did not take this opportunity lightly. For my driver to truly earn his victory, I had to choose a property that would only unlock his latent abilities, not supplement it. I chose to give him the same thing I gave him that day at the beach- understanding, support. I resolved to ease his only anxiety however I could, but not diminish from his innate racing strength. Though I no longer had a face to do it, I smiled at my handiwork. 

Nate nearly collapsed in a heap as he finished weaving the last little bit of me inside. “There, I did exactly as you said- weaved you in three pieces, to that shirt and those pants, and mapped your head to that balaclava. I also worked a little of my magic on the sensation, so you’ll be able to experience all your senses throughout that suit. I know you didn’t ask but let’s be real, we both know why you wanted this”. He winked. 

I chuckled internally. Nate put his hands at his hips as he began to say goodbye. “That race is starting soon so they’ll be in here in a moment. I’ll be taking my leave now… Stay safe out there. I’ll come back if I can and try to find you- and if not… well, we’ll figure something out“. It was Nate’s turn to gulp and I could tell that my new friend really would try his hardest to find me. However, it seemed like we both knew the reality neither of us would acknowledge- the chances of finding me after all this would be slim.

= = =

Bells rang as a rush of people flooded into the room. Guys were doing their pre-race warmups and rituals. I stirred a little as I searched for the sight or sound of my driver. 

When he did not appear and the last call began to be announced, I worried for a second- had he run away? What was I even doing- would I even be helping? Hope began to dwindle until I heard shouting from the distance.

At last, Julien appeared by the door in a huff. He quickly stripped naked as he began to put me on- he was trembling. I could my astral heart churn. Poor guy must have been beyond nervous. 

The first to move through me was his leg. With my senses jumbled, I felt Julien’s damp foot jammed in my mouth first, and then felt it move deeper and deeper down my non-existent throat. I felt myself swallow and conform around each foot, as the slight flavor of his foot sweat flooded my senses. It was just a little sour, but there was a sense of sweetness in his underlying musk. And with the way Nate had mapped out my senses, it felt like Julien was smearing them across my face, like he was unknowingly making me worship at his feet and up his legs as he put me on.

When I first felt his leg hairs graze me, I shivered in ecstasy. Like a muscular worm, it travelled down my insides, following the area where my actual leg would have been. Along the way, the hairs brushed across my core as they traveled down. It felt like an odd, violating tickle. Knowing it was Julien, unknowingly moving his body through me, violating my insides, it instead felt like safety. I would have been absolutely dripping wet and spent, had I not been turned into fabric. Instead, my new form prolonged the feeling. When all was said and done, I felt the bottom half of myself filled and whole, and the entirety of myself brimming with bliss. 

As my waistband wrapped around Julien’s lower half with a satisfying smack, I was treated to the divine scent emanating from his nether regions. In truth, it was well sized, probably the upper end of average, but knowing it was a superstar’s dick imprinting itself through me, knowing it was Julien’s dick funk intensifying and integrating into my very fibers was more than enough for me. I was giddy and it seemed I was able to slightly affect the inner-wear I was possessing. Julien grunted in his throat as he felt me wrap tighter around his lower half. He scratched his balls and adjusted his dick through the fabric, and shivered momentarily as he felt me vibrate in elation.

Then came the shirt. I felt my driver crawl his way through me, tone arms snaking through my own. I shivered in satisfaction as my fabric draped over his defined chest, before resting where they should be- encapsulating Julien’s abs. I felt myself move in gratitude, compressing around his nipples as I played with them. The movement must have translated in real life, as I felt him transfix over his own body. My driver’s eyes glazed over as his body began to pull me out, as if to give me a show. Julien then began play with himself, nipples getting rock solid. 

He ran sensual hands, over his chest and downhill midriff. His skin began to flush with color, as he plumped up a little from the bloodflow. A low guttural sound escaped Julien’s throat, practically moaning out an “…al….al…most…”. 

Then, as soon as it started, it had ended. Still in a daze, Julien once again slithered into my upper half, this time his shivering in joy as his now-diamond-hard nipples grazed delightfully up my insides. 

That bizarre little show must have gotten something out of him, as I felt myself awash in his body heat. It felt like security and belonging. Feeling Julien’s body heat emanate from deep within me, feeling his warmth touch every part of me- I was in paradise.

At last came the balaclava, his eyes peered through me and I felt myself  conform around his face. When his plump lips touched my fabric, the rest of me seized.  

Whether from nervousness, or from the stifling of my fabric, his breath shortened. The quicker paced air expelled by his body and through me shot tingles up my spine and through my ears. The air he huffed out was warm and wet, and I could feel it getting caught my fabric and in turn, my very being. 

As he relaxed himself and his breathing slowed, I took note of the feel of his face through me. It was like I was reciprocating a permanent kiss, but one that encompassed my entire head. My thoughts felt dull and jumbled, like Julien himself was occupying my brain cavity- like I didn’t need to think as he would be doing the thinking, for the both of us. Oddly, I began to feel some semblance of his thought pierce through my own. Nate had never described such a thing before, so I had no idea what to make of it. I paid the odd feeling no mind, as it was nothing short of true fulfillment. 

Being now of fabric, I was stretched and contorted to fit his body shape. Form fitted into the perfect shape- the shape of my driver. In every sense, I sought to be the perfect inner-suit for him. I wanted to be worn by him proudly. His heart was still pounding in nervousness, but I embraced him the only way I could- through my tightening my hold on his body and a reflection of his own heat back- I liked to think some part of that had an affect on my driver, as he was no longer shaking.

He went to put on the outer layer suit, and god was it something. The outer-suit was a tight fit, so as he slipped us into it, I felt it compress me and my driver even tighter together. I had been sandwiched between Julien and his suit- not that I had any qualms about it. The smell pervading the air I was trapped in was incredible. Deodorant that smelled of menthol and sandalwood, but an undercurrent of Julien’s musk. My driver’s scent. 

= = =

As he walked to the crowd, I felt him raise his hand, waving it across his adoring fans. 

Little did he know he was wearing one of them.

It felt good to be worn. It felt good to be moved by him. It felt good for Julien’s movements to be at the core of my own. 

I heard and felt the low hum of the engine as they waited. The day was sunny and there was a soft breeze through the air. All in all, a perfect day for a race- and I was in the perfect position to experience it. It was heaven being worn like this. I laid in the contentment of stillness, partially by the stillness of my wearer. We sat there for a few minutes. From his steady breathing, this must have been a bit relaxing for him as well. It felt like enjoying a nice picnic with my un-knowing driver. 

Then, in a flash, all that vanished. It was like a shift in the very air itself between the racers. The air around us thickened while the audience began to quiet. 

Julien gulped and I felt a stray bead of sweat from his forehead dot my fabric. 

Tense. 

Knuckles gripped white. 

Foot frozen above the pedal. 

The hum of the cars became a roar as the a loud buzzer rang and the race began. 

In a split second, in reflex not earned, I felt the my leg pulled forward as Julien pushed the pedal.

Even in my astral state, I felt my stomach dip as I was pulled forward and the car accelerated at a breakneck pace. 

The sound of cars roaring past. 

The feel of wind buffeting. 

Then, a slow and steady breath from Julien. My compass. I focused on his breathing, matching it to my own vibration as it brought me back to center.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the mix of anxiety and release. A race was fun enough to watch on a screen. More-so in person. But, actually being there? Actually feeling the thrill of having yourself rocket past as a part of it? It was an entirely different experience. For lack of a better word, I felt in true sync with him. 

Julien quickly overtook the vast majority of racers, placing himself squarely in third. 

He bit his lip as his brain churned. 

It was almost as if I could tell the next movement he was about to make. 

And in fact, his body telegraphed the maneuver. 

Then came the cloud I felt he was always bothered by. 

A moment’s hesitation brought about by his mind. 

In that split second instance, he was passed by another person and dropped to fourth. I felt his shoulders slump in self-deprecation. 

This was it. This was where I was needed.

I focused relaying back the dull pleasure I felt in being worn back to him. That seemed to have done a bit of work, as I felt my driver’s grip tightened as he focused back and moved to close the gap.

The car whooshed past third, and I could feel the wind begin to encapsulate us tighter. I fed him more of my pleasure, wrapped over and tackling his anxiety myself. I constricted tighter around his thighs and felt them buckle slightly as his hip thrusted forward. He was moaning. In my fabric confines, I screamed euphoric. “Fuck,” was all I could think as I felt his rod harden inside me, then through me. In my stretchy form, I adapted to his shape, and I felt every moment of it. I was huffing internally as I tried to scream and grab at something to manage the wave after wave of pleasure I felt. Instead, I felt myself constrict around his biceps. He let out an uncharacteristic grunt as I felt his muscles flex. 

“Yeah… like that.” Julien moaned. I was surprised he hadn’t driven us into a wall by this point and would have been surprised by his words, had I not been entirely preoccupied by the onslaught of euphoria. It felt like every part of myself was being rammed by him. He thrusted forward again, thickened and rock-hard and now dripping with sweat, as I yielded to the emotion. 

Surrender. 

All rationality left me as I felt myself consumed by our bliss. I felt his sweat glide and pool all throughout me, and his rank natural odor intensify through me. I wanted more of it. 

Greedily, I sucked up every ounce of him, feeling his grime and sweat pervade through me and inside me. I moved across his body, constricting and sucking till my fabric clung to my driver like a layer of skin. 

I could no longer smell the deodorant he had on, long since replaced by heat and moisture and his miasma. 

Once I was impossibly tight around him, I swallowed every part of him even further, squeezing and integrating every ounce of his perspiration for myself. 

As I did, Julien’s moves became clearer- measured. Every turn a calculated maneuver as he glided across the asphalt. I felt myself shift left and right with him as we raged for our place. Then… the road evened.  

Julien had secured second place. 

We quickly made work of second as well and blazed straight through to first. In the distance I heard the roar of what I could only assume was the crowd. 

We were still moving unbelievably fast, but there was a bit lucidity now. I no longer felt myself needing to hold back his anxiousness, though I wasn’t sure how much of it was me actually helping at this point.

Instead, I felt an odd sensation through me and our synced mind. It was- recognition. “Thanks, partner,” I felt him think. I dared not speak in my mind further, not knowing if he knew of my presence in his clothing or how he’d even feel about it. I didn’t have to worry long. Before I could consider any options, I felt a reassurance wash over me from him. “I know it’s you.” 

I then heard something sweet come from deep within me. A soft tenor coursed over every bit of myself, as vibrations roused throughout. Instantly, my attention was drawn to the driver wearing me.

He was humming.

His ease and enjoyment itself was all I needed to know I had made the right decision. For in this moment was an experience that would stay with the both of us, and one that only we had the privilege of sharing. A private moment shared between two. 

He did a little dance in his seat as he hummed, and I giggled in our semi-shared mind. I then felt another emotion of Julien’s penetrate me. It was a stirring of something I had not known to ever come from him. Cockiness. 

With his voice still in a song-like cadence, and a childish playfulness, he reverberated a thought throughout me before proceeding to speak them. “Let’s show these people what we- what this new an improved Julien Michel can really do. Keep sucking me dry- We’re gonna break some records.”

Commanding me. Calling himself improved with me, calling us both by his name was enough to rile me up- he didn’t have to tell me twice. 

I dutifully wrapped around my driver tighter, as I felt him floor the car. 

Through the face-mask that I had become, I could feel the imprint of his smile widen through me, causing my astral self to make the very same face. Oh fuck.

The heat around us increased and the engine screamed as we rocketed past.

I could feel the heat in our bodies increase as well. 

The car was near flames as the winds rushing through the vehicle became a tempest from our acceleration. 

Julien’s face morphed to one of euphoria. His mouth hung slack-jawed and his eyes closed briefly as we both felt our climax dawn.

I’m not sure which one of us played out the intrusive thought, or where it originated, but the only word reverberating through our synced mind was, “Closer.”

Recognition of my astral self and Julien’s began to blur. 

“Keep going” was all he said, as he was squirming in his seat in pleasure. Pure hedonism.

As he writhed, he only served to intensify the sounds of the rubber and leather, the sounds of the seat and suit and my fabric rubbing upon each other. My senses were flooded by a mix of his own and the feeling of his bare, sweaty skin rubbing upon my own. 

I drank the sweat from his every follicle, which had only served to fuel my greed for him further. I was drunk on his essence. 

In turn, Julien must have felt my own as he could only exclaim a breathless, “Fuck”, as he gyrated even deeper. I was still dripping with Julien when I felt an invasion of him in my head- it was an invasion I welcomed much as he had welcomed mine. In that moment, I felt our minds interlace even closer and it became clear what had been putting my driver in so much heat- me- he was thrashing about and pleasuring himself in the thought of wearing me on himself. He had also been fantasizing about being worn, borrowing my senses to get off on the idea. Naturally, I followed suit and did the same.  

In the heat of the still-accelerating car, distinction began to blur. I thought back to Nate’s words about his predecessors. About the techniques with which the weaved astral forms to and fro. About imbuing items.

I moved on instinct as I felt myself begin to detach from the fabric. 

Imbue. 

No space to think clearly on what. 

Myself. 

I made a leap of faith and felt a gravity from his body reciprocate. I was being received to a new, welcoming home- Julien Michel. 

As threads of my spirit began to penetrate his, I felt his pull as he greedily lapped up more of me, interlacing and integrating me into himself. The process was surreal. The pain and pleasure was even more transcendent. I could feel myself move in and out, weaving his physical form to his astral one, and weaving myself in between them. There was no resistance at all- in fact both his body and soul seemed to encourage it.

Julien’s unfocused eyes laid lazily on the stretch of road in front of us. His mouth still hung upon as drool began to escape. We could only moan as we continued our bonding. 

By instinct, our body moved to turn properly, and the burning car sped even further. Despite the grinding on the seat, our every movement as it pertained to the race was precise. Measured. Perfect.

Sweat dripped from our eyes, and the musk that brewed within our suit intensified. Flames began to appear and wrap around the car as we could make out the finish line. We welcomed the flame, welcomed the transformative heat as we felt it bake the suit containing our body. It was consummation. 

I felt myself become one with Julien as the heat welded our two woven souls into one. That seemed to do it, as was the last thing we did before the process completed- unconditional surrender. We surrendered to each other as our shared body surrendered to its impulses. The car rocketed into the finish line, we screamed, and climaxed into a new state of being.

That was the first time I came as Julien. We sat in the stillness for a second, heart pounding and basking in the afterglow as the last of Julien’s cum seeped out of our shared dick- we were one.

The car slowed to halt as the staff began to douse everything to extinguish the flames. Naturally, we were unharmed, though still twitching in the adrenaline coursing through us from the single greatest orgasm in both of our lives. I felt him recede a little, as he sought to show me what it was like to pilot the body of a record breaker and the now-number one driver in the world. I chuckled, hearing Julien’s laugh come out of me for the first time like music. My driver has earned his rest.

As I removed the helmet, with hair slick with sweat and body covered in our grime, I looked upon the world through Julien’s eyes for the first time- to the crowd watching intently. I raised my hands and it roared to life. They were chanting “Julien”. They were chanting me. Confetti exploded through the air as if to celebrate with me. 

= = =

Nate rushed over after the race ended, in the body of a guard. 

Through Julien’s eyes and our heightened state of being, we noticed it was him piloting the guard, twitching slightly whenever no one was looking. 

Likely, the guard’s body was beginning to reject him. 

Nate made his way to the garbage bin, eyeing the discarded, filthy suit and a look of worry began to wash over him.

I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Nate…. It’s fine.” I gave the guard a quick peck on the cheek-intended for Nate before sighing dreamily. “Better than fine- and I have you to thank for all this.”

“B-but.. how? How did you- and him…” He looked dumbfounded, but recognition began to dawn as he saw my body’s new soul- it was Julien’s own soul, and mine, turned one. 

Still in the afterglow of the new body I now shared with Julien, I stroked my new cheek, shivering at the sensations I felt. Hearing Julien’s voice come out of my mouth would never get old. “Twice.”

“Twice?”

“That power... It came twice this generation.” I smiled, as Nate beamed back in understanding. 

“Holy Shit..” Nate whispered through the red flush on the guard’s face as he tugged on Julien’s skin, watching it provide no give or resistance to the merged souls it was bonded with. “Well, I suppose that’s one less body in the world to possess... We’ll be in touch”. 

In a flash, the guard’s eyes rolled to their sockets as he shook himself free. “I- uh… huh?” I patted the confused man on the shoulder, smiling. He smiled politely in response, before scratching the back of his head in confusion and walking back to his post.

I looked over at the mirror, looked into my new beautiful autumn eyes. I watched my new arm, running my other hand through it as I felt it dematerialize. The astral remnant looked just like Julien’s arm. I looked deep inside to the Julien that was still in there with me, the Julien that had freely given himself to me as I spoke to our reflection again. 

“Twice”.

-End Pt. 2-

Hope that was a fun read. 

I tried to keep it as sweet as I could, but… you know me 🤪. Hopefully my lack of racing knowledge wasn’t a detriment to this one, haha. Happy Holidays!

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Halloween Special

Gary looked up from the TV just in time to see his son come out from his room for what was probably the fifth time that day to stare intently at him. He supposed this was some sort of new-age method of showing disapproval. He had to admit, it was a little unnerving, but someone had to be the disciplinarian.

“Ryan, I know you’re bored but you’re grounded for good reason and you know it. Just because it’s Halloween tonight doesn’t mean you can go around egging and TPing people’s houses, especially not poor old Mr. Quille. You know that he can’t get around so easily anymore.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say dad.” 

Gary heard the sounds of shuffling feet and the slamming of a door. He sighed again.

Shaking his head to himself, he was about to turn his attention back to his programme only to be distracted by a stab of light coming from the table.

He turned, annoyed, to the source, only to find himself staring at a book. He looked quizzically at it for a moment, before abruptly recalling it was a gift from Mr. Quille from when he had gone over to talk about Ryan’s atrocious behaviour. ‘No hard feelings,’ as the man himself had put it. It was a sleek, leather-bound volume that seemed to be coated in some sort of reflective black material. He had never seen a book so… shiny before. Hell, it was probably brighter than his car parked alongside the sidewalk. Curious, he picked it up and was taken aback by how heavy it was. It felt nice though, as he weighed it in his palms, smooth and luxurious. He searched the cover for the title but could only make out the embossed shape of a ghost, the kind of shapeless blob malls usually sold during this time of year as a decoration. It looked amateurish compared to the rest of the item but somehow he couldn’t help but feel drawn by it.

He caught himself staring into the circles which represented the eyes for a bit too long before he realised he was sitting ramrod straight and the hairs on his arms were standing on end. He chuckled nervously to himself as he looked around the room but he was alone, naturally. A book of ghost stories it seemed, he used to devour these as a kid. Maybe Mr. Quille had thought Ryan would enjoy reading through them, though why he would think that, Gary couldn’t say. He cracked it open to reveal brand new, bone-white pages. He paused, up till now he had assumed that it had been an old possession of Mr. Quille’s, maybe some relic from his childhood. Yet, everything seemed to be pointing to the contrary. With his curiosity mounting, he settled down for a good read. He turned and plumped up the cushions, figuring he’d flip through a story or two. He flicked the pages at random, as images, clearer and more vibrant than he had ever envisioned began to form in his mind…

Blood Ties

The package on the doorstep was soft and shapeless but Saul still couldn’t help but feel threatened by it. It didn’t make any sense, the amount of anxiety he felt towards this inanimate object. No label, no card.  Just plain, waxy, brown paper. He didn’t know why he felt so worried, it was probably a gift from a friend, or perhaps some long-lost family member?

He pondered still, for a few minutes more, wondering why he was wondering so much about it, before finally gritting his teeth and ripping open the wrapping. He stared at the contents for a moment before bursting out in laughter at his own foolishness. The package he had been so worried about simply contained some pieces of what looked to be a formal suit. A… very expensive one at that. The strange, unsettling feeling crept in again. He shook his head, he wondered what his forefathers would have thought of him, losing his mind over clothing of all things. Saul did his best to maintain his composure as he unfolded it, holding it up against his own body. Whoever sent this package definitely seemed to know him. If he didn’t know any better he’d have said it was tailor-made for him but that was a ridiculous idea, wasn’t it?

He tried the shirt on first, marvelling at the smooth, buttery feel of the fabric. He relished the effortless way his knuckles slid along the length of the sleeve, so flawless was the craftsmanship. If it didn’t feel so good to wear it, he might have been more creeped out by how well it wrapped around him, how nicely it sat on his chest and shoulders. He struck a pose in front of the mirror, smiling in spite of himself. Did he look paler than usual? Maybe he hadn’t been getting enough sun lately. He shuddered at the thought.

The rest of the suit was just as exquisite, if not more. With each new article of clothing, Saul could feel his incredulity and enjoyment growing in equal parts. Whatever suspicions he had had evaporated as he savoured the act of dressing himself. He felt, no, he knew he was irresistible in all this finery. Dressed like this, he’d be able to charm the pants off of anyone, everyone. He stopped to take a look at himself in the mirror again, taking a moment to fish his heavy pocket watch out of the vest. He smiled to himself as he checked his timing, he still had it… though what exactly he still had he couldn’t remember for the life of him. He didn’t know why such a thought had popped into his head, unbidden. He looked good no doubt but for the barest moment, he thought he had seen his face turn mean, the shadow of a split-second sneer. What was scarier was how he could feel some part of him was wishing for it to come back. He stared intently at his reflection in a mix of fear and reverence, almost daring it to act before him. It was only when he felt his gaze begin to blur until he could barely see anything anymore that he blinked himself back to reality.

At last, came the tie. He picked it up and let it flow across his open palm, admiring the red and gold fabric. It felt so small in his beefy hands. He hadn’t realised before today how built up he was but now he relished it, rolling his haunches as he appreciated his own width. Apparently sometimes a perfectly tailored suit helped you to appreciate yourself better, who could have guessed? He certainly knew he’d never be able to wear anything else after today, the material fit him as snugly as a second skin, made him feel powerful, in control. He wrapped it around his neck, letting it hang loosely over his frame. Bringing his hands up, he knotted it in one swift, practiced motion. So mesmerised was he with his own appearance, he barely even registered that his hands seemed to be moving of their own accord, tightening the knot until it felt like it was biting into his soft exposed neck. His eyelids drooped down, and then, darkness.

Saul laid on the floor for a few moments, blinking. He sat up and gave himself a once over, then did so a second time but he knew he’d be alright, he was himself now. He stood and looked at the mirror, smirking as he did so. No reflection, but he’d expected as much. He rolled his shoulders, and once again, ran his hands along the fabric, feeling his clothes, feeling himself. He ran his newly claimed tongue over his teeth, noting that they still retained the familial sharpness. 

It had been a long time since he had last fed. People generally didn’t respond well to his kind. He couldn’t blame them for driving him out of town and threatening to burn his estate. But that didn’t matter now. He had done what was necessary to survive. Anyone who might have known him was long dead by now and people in general had long forgotten that creatures like him even existed. The paperwork would arrive soon enough, for the great-grandson who shared his name. In time, he would return to his rightful home and resume his old life there. Until then, Saul Senior had a terrible thirst to quench… 

~~~~

Gary looked up from the book, a little stunned. He thought Mr. Quille had said that it was for Ryan as much as him, that ‘your son could learn a lot from it’. This certainly wasn’t a book he could describe as being educational to anyone, not with the contents thus far. He couldn’t deny he had enjoyed himself though. As creepy as the tale was, it had fired his imagination, filled his mind with vivid scenes in a way that he hadn’t experienced before. He looked at the words on the page, secretly replaying the pictures in his head, again, and again, and again. He turned the page and kept reading…

Halloween Spirit

“I told you already Cole, I’ll take you trick or treating later-”

“But Dad, it’s 5pm already! The streetlights are coming on and all the pumpkins have been lit…”

“Cole Alphonsus Daniels, for the last time, we’ll go out, when I say we go out. Is that clear?”

“...yes sir.”

“Good. Now find some way to entertain yourself while I finish work. After that we’ll hit the streets.” 

Cole scowled as his father ruffled his hair. He ducked to avoid any further displays of affection and found his way to the front yard to sit on the porch. Holding his head in his hands, he stared glumly as people had begun to fill the streets. He longed to join but here he was, confined to waiting for his dad. 

His gaze wandered, looking for something, anything, interesting to look at and found himself staring dead ahead at the pumpkin sitting on the fence. There was something weird about it, other than the way it seemed to be evenly matching his gaze. Then it hit him, the pumpkin was unlit. Cole frowned, he thought he had made sure to get all of them earlier. He got up to light it, grabbing the candle from the lantern nearest to him. 

“Guess you’re missing out too huh, little guy?” He said as he waited for the wick to catch flame. He smiled as the pumpkin flickered to life.

“Well that’s you taken care of. Now if only my dad could hurry up and get out here.” The pumpkin flickered again. If Cole didn’t know better, he would have said it was winking at him. 

---

Gil Daniels tapped away at his keyboard, muttering to himself. He moved to open another document, glancing at the clock as he did so. Another hour before he planned to leave the house, plenty of time. He rubbed at his temples to try to alleviate some of his headache. Damn, he was getting old, if not in body, then in spirit. He picked up his mug and took a sip of coffee, leaning back in his chair as he did so. He licked his lips. The coffee sure tasted good today. Did Lauren do something special to it? He took another sip. Kind of like a pumpkin spice latte. Usually he hated those but this one tasted fresher somehow, more authentic. He closed his eyes and drank deeply, downing it in one go. He felt a warm glow permeate through his body, washing through every fibre of his being. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and smiled.

---

“Ready to go sport?” 

Cole jumped, nearly dropping the candle he was still holding. His father was standing in the doorway, beaming away, arms akimbo.

“Ye-yeah! Let me put this candle back.” He turned to the pumpkin he had just been talking to. “Did you do this?” The pumpkin stared merrily back at him but the flame held steady. “Well, if you did, thanks.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking to but I’m over here kiddo!” His father laughed as he spoke, a loud, hearty, chuckle. He took the candle from Cole as he approached and set it back in the original pumpkin. He turned to Cole, with mischief in his eyes.

“Race you to the next house.” Cole watched with wonder as his dad set off on a brisk jog. He giggled and dashed ahead of him, heading straight for the neighbour’s door, and rang the doorbell thrice for good measure.

“Beat you dad!” Cole laughed as his father saluted his victory. 

“What’s all this then?” Cole turned to the source of the harsh new voice and his smile wilted. He had forgotten about the cranky old man who lived here. He opened his mouth to say something but words failed him. He felt a reassuring hand clapped onto his shoulder and turned to see his dad.

“Pardon my son’s enthusiasm, we’re trick or treating for Halloween. Surely you understand?” He said, reaching his hand out. Cole watched as the old man initially jerked backwards, ready to slam the door shut but the instant his dad grabbed onto him, he stopped. The old man closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them with a wide smile. 

“Of course, of course, wait here, I’ll be only a moment.” The old man winked at Cole and walked back into the house, ostensibly to fetch some candy. Cole smiled warily back at him. Once he was out of earshot, Cole turned to his father.

“That was… kind of weird.”

His father shrugged good-naturedly.

“Seems the holiday spirit is particularly infectious today.” He said with a grin.

~~~~

Gary felt his head snap up as he finished the last word. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been reading for but it suddenly felt like it must have been hours. He looked at the TV to check the clock but was greeted by a black screen. When had he switched it off? He turned to his watch, still early in the afternoon, as evidenced by the sunlight streaming in through the windows. He wasn’t sure why he was so concerned about the time, it wasn’t as if he was going to go anywhere, he needed to take care of Ryan at home. Mr. Quille had told him as much. ‘A boy needs his father.’ He found himself nodding along in agreement, before realising how silly he must have looked to anyone watching. Thankfully Ryan was still in his room. Besides, he was really getting into a reading groove now, he looked back down as he turned the page, eager for the next story…

Bared Souls

Bernard was running. He wished that he knew where he was moving to but he knew that didn’t matter as much as staying on the move. He’d gone too deep into the forest this time and now there was a bear chasing after him. He knew his chances weren’t good but what choice did he have? He threw cautionary glances behind him every now and then, hoping the beast would get bored and wander off but he couldn’t be sure, so he kept running.

As his lungs began to scream for oxygen and his legs threatened to give out, he slowed down and thrust his hand against a thick tree trunk for support. He tried to steady his breathing, not quite willing to look around just yet. Either he had lost the bear, or he’d be overtaken in seconds due to exhaustion. He closed his eyes, hoping against hope it was the former. After a few minutes of not being mauled to death, he allowed himself a cautious look around. No bear, thank goodness. But… no signs of civilisation either. He frowned.

“Out of the frying pan and into the fire eh old boy?” He whispered to himself, trying to calm his nerves. He sat down and pulled his compass and map out, trying to get a sense of where he could go from here. Unfortunately he couldn’t see any landmarks near his position. He tried to stand up but sat back down almost immediately, his head spinning. He knew he’d probably find his way out with enough time but it suddenly occurred to him that he was very, very, very tired. He leaned against the tree trunk, figuring he’d rest his eyes for just a few minutes. Just a few minutes, that’s all… 

---

When he woke up, the first thing he noticed was how much darker it was. Cursing his own foolishness, he stood up, alert, and angry with himself. Grumbling, he pulled out his compass and map again, squinting as best as he could in the fading light. Then he heard a growl. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. The growl came again, louder this time. He swung around, cursing under his breath, trying to locate the source of the noise. With the third and loudest growl yet, he bolted off in the opposite direction, fleeing for his life. 

He ran until he once again could not run anymore. He looked around even as he panted for breath. More trees, still no sign of where he could be. With the sunlight rapidly fading, it was looking like he’d have to spend the night in the woods. How could he have been so ill-prepared? He’d be lucky not to freeze to death. That was, if the bears didn’t find him first. He walked with one hand outstretched, as the woods grew darker still. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to find, if anything. He just kept putting one foot in front of the other. 

Then the growling started again. Bernard grit his teeth, trying not to scream out in frustration and despair. This time he didn’t even have the slightest idea where it had come from. It was as if it had sounded all around, or maybe even from inside him. Insanity had come for him it seemed. He tilted his head, straining his ears, begging them to help him pick out which direction the bear was. He could scarcely trust his own senses as the growling began to fade away. Bernard breathed easily for a few moments. He turned his head to the front, only to find himself face to face with the bear.

He yelped out in fright, before he even realised he should not have been able to see anything in the darkness, let alone the bear. The bear did not blend in against the dark woods. Instead it glowed, brightly at that. Tendrils of light radiated off of its body and dissipated lazily into the air. The bear licked its nose, apparently entirely unbothered by Bernard or his palpable fear. It stepped closer and Bernard realised it made no noise as it moved. Even though he knew it made no sense, he could see through the bear. He could see the leaves it stepped on remain as scattered and unflattened as they were before. 

The bear tilted its head and yawned at him, before pawing the ground and walking past him. Bernard didn’t realise he was holding his breath until the bear turned to look at him. Incredulous, he watched as the bear gestured with its head, twice. Follow me, it seemed to be saying. He stepped forward cautiously, shivering as he did so. Whether it was from the cold or fear, he couldn’t say. He stepped forward again, closer and closer, until he was directly alongside the bear.

And then the bear stepped into him.

Bernard stood stock still, certain he was going mad and seeing things. Yet, he could feel the bear as it continued to align itself against his flesh. Against all logic, he felt obliged to get on all fours so the bear could do so more comfortably. As the bear filled him, he felt a sense of extraordinary calm. His face twitched as he felt his senses heighten. New smells, new sounds, a completely different way of experiencing the world. He crawled forward, expecting to feel foolish, only to realise how natural his movements felt.

He broke into a running gait, as if he had known how to do so his entire life. His heart beat a steady thrum in his chest as he navigated the woods. It was all so simple, so obvious. How had he not realised it before? He headed easily through the winding roads, following the smells and clues towards where he knew humans would be. He ran for what must have been hours but not once did he grow tired. He felt alive, more than he had ever known throughout his years of existence. No need for fear, no sense of urgency, just purity of movement towards the goal that was emblazoned in his mind. 

He came to the edge of the woods as the solid darkness began to give way to a pale blue. Not that he had needed the light to make his way through the night. He arched his back and felt himself stand up straight. At the same time he felt as if something was slipping out of him. His senses dulled rapidly back to normalcy but now it was jarring and unfamiliar. He turned back to see the same radiant bear again. He looked towards the road, the one that would take him back to civilisation. After the night he had had, it would be nice to return back home to a warm shower and bed. Even as he thought of his modern comforts, he couldn’t help feeling that something was missing, that he’d remain forever incomplete if he walked out of these woods as he was now.

He turned to look at the bear again. This time, it was he who gestured with his head. Twice. The bear looked as impassive as ever and he worried for a moment that it would turn back into the woods. Then it stepped forward, until it was alongside him. This time, it was Bernard who stepped willingly into the waiting spirit, for now he knew what it was. Their bodies aligned once more, the two took a few tentative steps, before throwing their head back and roaring as one.

~~~~

Gary sat with the book open in his lap. He stared blankly at the ceiling as his lips parted ever so slightly. The book rose into the air but Gary made no sign that he was aware of it, or anything at all for that matter. The pages began to flip rapidly but even as they flapped in his face, they remained neat, uncreased, orderly. As they approached the ends of the book, the pages picked up speed until it snapped shut. Whatever enchantment it was under seemed to come to an end as the book began to fall to the ground, only to be caught by a thick, deft hand. Gary blinked, and smiled as he looked over the book once again. Gone was any design that might have been tattooed on it. The front and back were now identical smooth dark faces. He smiled to see his own name now written in bold gold lettering down the length of the spine. He popped the book open, to the page he knew the dedications would be written on. 

“To my neighbour, Gary, whose door is always open to me.”

Chuckling, he closed the book just as Ryan came out of the room.

“Hey Ryan.”

“Wha-uh, yeah dad?”

“Want to go trick or treating?”

“Uhhhhh, I thought I was grounded.”

“You still are mister but I can make an exception as long as you’re with me.”

Ryan looked as if he wanted to roll his eyes but the chance to get out of the house was too golden to pass up.

“...Ok, let me get changed.” Ryan said, before bounding back into his room, clearly eager to leave.

Gary smiled. He got up and stretched out his arms, flexing his fingers as he looked at them admiringly. He called out to Ryan.

“Let’s visit Mr. Quille next door first. I-uh, I mean he will be more than happy to see us, I should think.”

[bigboysfalldeep]

rise and shine - clothing posession

A new day started, and it is about time for Dom to get ready for his shift as a police officer. He loves his job, and for a couple of years now, getting ready for work has become a daily routine. His uniform is already waiting for him, lying on a small cabinet inside his bedroom underneath a long mirror. Normally, it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary, but everything will be different today. Something is lurking inside his uniform, woven into the fabric of his clothes, preying on its next victim. A ghostly little creature, able to leech on to inanimate objects easily. It's barely able to take over a human's mind, but there is nothing but trial and error.

The officer walks towards the cabinet, looking at his own reflection inside the mirror. He's looking good as always; he just finished showering, and his hair and skin look nice and soft. He's confident in his looks, but nothing beats wearing his uniform. It's a tight fit, with him working out a lot, but he loves the looks he gets from strangers, his partners, or even his boss. With a sly smirk on his lips, he slides out of his shorts and kicks them to the side before picking up his uniform trousers.

The fabric feels good between his fingers, and without further ado, he starts to put it on. One leg at a time, he enjoys how the fabric clings to his slightly wet skin and how it runs down his legs, thighs, and up to his waist. His dick is a little bigger already, with the anticipation of wearing his beloved uniform, but nothing he can't handle. However, the fabric feels even better today. It's seemingly adjusting itself to his form perfectly, seemingly moving across his skin, caressing his thighs and calves, like a hand gently running up and down his legs. An amazing feeling, a tender touch, sending shivers down his spine. Closing his eyes, he smiles shyly. Subconciously, he grabs his cock through his underwear and strokes himself with three fingers, up and down his length, before tucking it inside his tight pants.

At that moment, it got even better. Something inside the fabric moved to his crotch right away as he buttons up his trousers. It's embracing his dick, adjusting to its form as well, while simultaneously stroking him, encouraging him to grow even bigger. "Fuuuuck." Dom lets out a low moan as he opens his eyes again. "Damn, I'm horny today." He giggles, grabbing his growing length again. It feels a little weird, but he waves it off. After years of wearing that uniform, he had days like this where he immediately got turned on by the mere thought of wearing it, and it would pass rather quickly. Even though he could still feel his pants moving slightly, he tries to push these thoughts away. After all, it must be his imagination—his mind being horny—imagining things.

The next thing he puts on is his gun belt. Quite heavy, thick, and stiff, but necessary for his own protection. In one swift move, he slings it around his waist and tightens it easily. It is quite a lot, with cuffs, keys, his gun, and a flashlight hanging beside his waist, but that's just how it is. However, as soon as he straightens the belt, the feeling of moving fabric got even more intense. His whole lower body is reacting to a longing touch, as it feels like the fabric is humming contently. It's moving around his thighs, his cock, and his waist now, caressing all of his lower half lovingly. Feeling a little overwhelmed, he opens his mouth, but just a low moan escapes his lips. "Yeahha." Dom sighs, allowing this feeling to stay a little longer. He doesn't even notice himself grabbing his still-growing cock again. It still feels so good, so endearing, yet so strange.

Shaking his head, he pushes these thoughts away, and it feels like it's working. Licking his lips, he grabs his tight, long-sleeved uniform top and puts it on as well. Again, one arm at a time. Yet as soon as he pulls it over his head, his whole upper half is engulfed in that same sensational feeling. The fabric is embracing all of his muscles: his arms, biceps, pecs, and abs. With a low grunt, Dom straightens his shirt as he starts stroking himself and his chest firmly, enjoying that feeling of pleasure running through his upper body as well. "What is this?" He moans loudly, barely able to keep a straight face, as the fabric of his top adjusts to his well-formed chest. It's clinging on to him, to all of him. It's stroking his muscles, encouraging them to bulge even harder and to press against the fabric of his uniform. Dom accepts this at first, as he feels so good. His breath quickens, his heart accelerates, and his whole body is seemingly vibrating.

Just then, his shirt starts to play with his nipples, making them hard so fast, and them being sensitive spots for Dom, he lets out a low groan instantly. "Hooww." He says, stroking his chest some more, following the lovely movements of his uniform. Subconsciously, he moves one hand back to his crotch, where his dick is now tenting visibly. As the feeling of pleasure intensifies, he starts to panic. Something isn't right, and he is scared. With his mind now racing too, the pleasure he feels grows even heavier, mixed with a more intense pressure following right away. His clothes are moving even firmer, closer to his skin, and what feels like massive hands are encompassing his entire body. "Mhmmm....No....no.." Dom protests, as he is slowly losing control of his body. Instinctively, he tries desperately to take his clothes back off. Pulling, tugging, and tearing at his shirt and pants, he is trying his best to get free, but nothing seems to help. Quite the opposite happens when the zipper of his shirt moves on its own, closing up right to his throat, making it even harder for him to breathe.

With the fabric of his uniform still tightening rapidly, he claws at his chest and his pecs, but his clothes just vibrate and pulsate rhythmically. His head grows heavy and his vision blurry as more and more strange thoughts enter his mind. He cannot make sense of what's happening. It's like a different language that he's never heard before. Dom steadies himself against the cabinet and lowers his head. He's trying to push this feeling aside to make it stop, but it's futile. The pressure on his whole form just builds up more and more, with his cock growing harder and harder, encouraging him with gentle yet demanding movements up and down his length. All of his muscles are reacting to that sensational touch, bulging and imprinting against the tight uniform and wandering all over his skin. Dom opens his mouth to say something—anything, drooling—and all that comes out are multiple soft moans.

Something is entering his body through his clothes, and he tries to get it off of him. One hand is now on his chest, the other on his twitching cock, stroking himself mindlessly. "I....Whaa...nooo." He puts everything in his legs to get away, but instead, it feels like his body is moving on its own. His head is spinning, and his eyes are unfocused as he sits down at the edge of the bed. Instantly, he grabs his pair of boots, bends down, and puts them on as well. All he can think of is putting on the rest of his uniform, as that feeling spreads right into his toes, tingling heavily. More thoughts flood his heavy head, and still drooling massively, he gets back up again. His whole lower half is vibrating now as he makes his way back to the cabinet, when his breath quickens even more.

Panting and gasping, he needs to steady himself again while his pants are moving firmly across his cock, thighs, calves, and feet. The shirt is now tight around his neck, chest, and arms, stroking him firmly, while those pants keep edging him on by playing with his cock and balls. Dom knows he's leaking cum already. Drooling mindlessly, he looks at his own reflection inside the mirror. His eyes are foggy, vacant, and unfocused, and he lets out a long guttural moan. "What is this?" His voice breaks as the pants start to move even firmer. Like a hand sliding inside his pants, all fingers around his length, playing with his wet cock. Yet, there is one missing piece. His vest is still lying on the cabinet, and looking down, he picks it up. It's so difficult to move his heavy arms now, but all he can think of is that uniform.

Once he puts it on and closes the zipper, the feeling gets even more intense. Dom can hardly breathe as it is, but his vest is putting even more pressure on his chest. It's painful, yet full of pleasure. Unable to think or speak, he has to stand there as his uniform encompasses his entire physique. He panics again, thinking his bones might break under that pressure. Dom keeps on pulling at his clothes, all of him aching for relief, but there is no escaping now. Moaning uncontrollably, he leans his head back, giving in to this beautiful embrace. It feels like multiple men are hugging him from behind; a dozen warm hands are running down his entire form—his chest, abs, thighs, neck, shoulder, and right into his feet. The fabric keeps playing with his muscles, his nipples, and his skin, edging him on and on.

At the same time, he is also touching himself mindlessly, but then there is a sudden shift. As waves of pure pleasure run through every fiber of his body, his brain is flooded with messages, telling him that everything is going to be okay. His brain is now releasing serotonin into his system, a reaction to his anticipated climax, but he's not quite there yet. With that, his pants suddenly start to increase the pressure on his throbbing cock, their fabric moving tightly around his twitching dick. It feels like somebody is sucking him off. With his head still spinning, he looks down at his crotch and sees part of his pants move up and down his shaft firmly. It's like nothing he's ever felt before. Due to all that pressure, Dom needs to steady himself again, this time clinging on for dear life. His entire body is working overtime; it's nearing its breaking point, and he can tell there is not much resistance back for him to turn into a twitching mess.

Instinctively, however, his hips start moving, easily matching the pace and rhythm of his pants. "My God." Whaaa." He moans, unable to finish one singular though. Unable to keep his eyes open, he stands there with an open mouth, drooling on to the cabinet and uniform while this is happening to him. It feels like fucking the perfect mouth—someone who knows how to work around his massive cock. At the same time, all of him—his entire being—is being fondled. His shirt keeps stroking him, teasing him by pinching his erect nipples, causing all of his muscles to bulge harshly. It feels like hands are running down his thighs, his calves, around his waist, his back, his shoulder, and his neck. A warmth spreads through him, clouding his mind even more.

Sparks of electricity shoot through his spine and right into his brain, causing an overdose of pure pleasure inside the man's system. Dom's eyes roll back deep into his skull as his whole body gets stiff and rigid, aching for more. Whatever is happening is doing a phenomenal job of fucking him. The officer regains just enough composure to let his hands wander all over his own body again, and he feels the fabric move underneath his hands. He touches himself, his chest, his abs, and further down to his crotch.

Then, however, his resilience breaks due to all that pressure, and all of him is giving in to this feeling. The tip of his cock erupts, shooting massive loads of steaming cum into his pants. Drooling, Dom moans again and again, thrusting into the air. A wet patch spreads across his crotch, and suddenly, his clothes seem to suck him dry. Hes sweating heavily, still cumming as well, but his uniform is gladly taking it all right into its fabric, with his clothes absorbing his bodily fluids. He hums breathlessly for a few minutes as this process is repeated again and again. But then his body grows weaker as the feeling slowly subsides. His clothes stop moving; instead, they keep vibrating contently. Dom's head is still heavy, his vision blurry, and his voice barely there, but he slowly regains control of himself. To comfort him, his clothes are now caressing his most sensitive spots lovingly. Stroking his nipples, his chest, and his thighs It's like someone telling him how good he is.

Dom purrs happily as he regains his composure completely. With his head less heavy, his eyes slowly adjusted to the world around him, and he lifts his head to look into the mirror once more. "Damn, what the ffuck?" He says this worryingly, looking down at his body, with his clothes moving slowly, unseen by most eyes. His pants are playing with his limp, wet cock, much to Dom's amusement. His shirt, on the other hand, is giving him more space, letting him breathe deeply. "That feels better." He growls and places a hand right at the moving patch of clothing. "Are you here to stay, buddy?" He says, a coy smile forming on his lips. His uniform moves again, this time smoother, drawing circles all over his skin. His uniform is pulsating again, as if responding to his question.

"That was a hell of a ride." Dom sighs, sliding one hand under his vest to stroke his own chets lovingly. His uniform seems to appreciate it, as it keeps on playing with his cock and nipples and embracing his entire form as well. Dom lets out a long groan again. "We're going to figure this out then, because I can't be fucked at work all the time." He giggles, petting his own chest in satisfaction. His uniform adjusts to his physique one last time, acting like regular clothes, causing Dom to lick his lips. "I see you came prepared." He strokes his own neck, running a hand through his scruffy beard. "Let's get to it then." With one last longing look down at his clothes, he leaves for work. Unaware that it's going to be tough to hide what his new uniform desires,

[bigboysfalldeep]

the jacket - brain wash

It's late at night when Antonio walks through the parking garage in the middle of town. He's walking towards his car after clubbing with a few friends. A little tipsy on his feet, he notices his phone ringing in his pocket. Antonio stops and checks his phone. Just a newsletter email. He frowns when he hears steps approaching him from behind.

Looking up, he notices a young guy walking right towards him. Somehow, he looks familiar, but he can't tell why.

At first, he thought he would just pass him, but no. The man stops about two steps in front of Antonio. "Can I, eh, help you?" He says it curiously, while the man just looks at him. Nervously, he opens his mouth to ask him again, but his eyes instinctively wander down the man's upper body. He's wearing a dark leather jacket, a white shirt, jeans, and black Nikes. Just like a normal guy. Something, however, seems different. His skin looks cold, and his eyes are shining faintly and vacant. "Can I.." Antonio asks again, but the man interrupts him. "I think so." The man says his voice is so smooth, deep, and alluring, drawing Antonio in right away. "Huh"? He says this as the man approaches him again. About two feet away, the man stops again, and at this point, a weird smell hovers all around him. A sharp wooden smell cuts through the air, right towards Antonio. "What is that smell?" He says this, taking a deep breath. "You like that?" The man says, his voice so deep again, sending shivers down Antonio's spine. "Yeah." He holds back a soft moan, closing his eyes to stay focused. The smell gets even more invasive, and he tries to shake it off. But when he opens his eyes again, the man stands right in front of him, staring into his eyes.

Flinching, he tries to pull away, but something inside those beautiful, shining eyes holds him in place. "It's the jacket, see?" The man looks down, and Antonio follows his gaze towards the black leather jacket. He watches the man touch the jacket at the zipper, running his fingers down the thin fabric to the end. Underneath, he spots the man's bulge growing inside his tight jeans.

A little weirded out, Antonio focuses on the fingers now running up that zipper all the way to the collar. "Want to touch it?" The man lifts his chin and gaze, and without looking at him, Antonio moves his hand and does the same as the man did before. Again and again. The fabric feels soft, like it is clinging to his skin. A warm feeling spreads through his fingers, his hand, and his arm. A weird but calming feeling.

Antonio opens his mouth, but no words come out; instead, he lets out a guttural growl. "You like that?" The man's voice cuts through his thoughts, and he lifts his head to meet his gaze. Unable to speak, he just nods. "Put it on." The man starts undressing, exposing his beefy arms and shoulders, causing Antonio to gasp breathlessly. That man is so pretty and so hot, and he wants him to wear that beautiful jacket? He feels himself growing harder by the second, the smell still hovering all around them both. "Take it," the man demands, and without hesitation, Antonio takes it.

Still looking into the man's gorgeous eyes, he waits for another command. The man takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and smiles softly.

"Put it on." At this point, Antonio remembers that guy. He talked to one of his friends at the party, trying to get them to leave with him, but they refused.

Then, their eyes met for the first time, and he instantly felt drawn to this beautiful man. But it wasn't long or close enough to have a real effect on him, but right now, right here, there is no denying how attracted he is to this stranger.

"Put it on." The man speaks slowly and opens his eyes. Theyre still vacant, yet so piercing, cutting through his mind and soul.

Antonio flinches at first, but then he puts that jacket on. One arm at a time, he slides into it. It feels like two sizes too large at first, but the wonderful smell makes up for it.

The man was right; the jacket is the source of the alluring scent. "Feels good?" The man tilts his head and leaves his mouth slightly hanging open.

"So good." Antonio lets out another quick moan when his arms start to feel weird. Some kind of heat is radiating from the leather, running up his arms to his shoulders. "What is this feeling?" He says this, swallowing a few of his words. "Feels good, doesn't it?" The man says it in a monotone voice before placing a hand on his chest. He touches him through the leather jacket, and in a second, the warmth spread even quicker, running along his spine all over his back. "What are you doing?" Antonio says that once the man claws into his chest, it doesn't hurt; instead, the fabric of the jacket starts moving, adjusting itself to Antonio's lighter form—a sensational feeling.

The leather gets tighter, closing in on his skin, making all of his muscles bulge harshly. The sleeves are now clinging to his arms, biceps, and shoulders, while the same happens to his chest. Antonio's body starts vibrating as the jacket starts to move even closer, putting pressure on his entire physique. "Fuuuuck." Antonio lets out a long, low moan, while the man now strokes his chest through the jacket.

"Feels good, yeah?" He says it again, in the same dull tone. It doesn't feel like he is really there, a mere shell of his former self. Unable to stay focused, he lowers his gaze, noticing the man's dick now twitching in his pants, a huge wet spot already staining them. At the same time, he gets harder too, with his cock standing at attention, pressing against the fabric of his white trousers. With that smell, that pressure, and the man's aura clouding his thoughts, Antonio tries to pull away one last time, but a firm grip on his neck keeps him standing there. The man must have noticed this, and while stroking him, he put his other hand at Antonio's neck. Right on time, something else starts to radiate from that jacket. The warmth is now making its way through Antonio's body, while sparks of pain and pleasure shoot through his arms and down his spine.

"Let me go, please." Antonio begs, looking at the man who is staring at him, his eyes unfocused yet still so pretty. "Don't fight it. It's much better now." He says, so smooth once more, a part of that former man's self. "Just let it take you." The man starts drooling as he softly thrusts once, twice, his throbbing dick staining his pants more and more.

At the sight of this man reaching his climax, he grabs himself firmly and leans his head back, groaning loudly. A sharp bolt of pain cuts through his spine right into his brain. A message, a command. "Give in. Don't fight me. I need you. Youre mine." Multiple thoughts rush through his brain. It's not the man's voice, but a harsher one, demanding that he follow its words. "Be mine. Give in. So easy. Just relax." 

Antonio shakes his head; he's not done yet. He tries to fight harder, but he doesn't even notice that his body isn't following him anymore. His hands are now moving freely, one hand jerking his dickens through his pants and the other stroking his own chest firmly, making it way harder to focus. "Give in to it. Give it what it wants." The man moans deeply, leaning in, his mouth just inches apart from Antonios. At the same time, he also grabs Antonio's twitching cock, and together they move rhythmically. "Be mine. Give in. Now." The man breathes into his mouth, rubbing Antonio's bulge with the palm of his hand.

Then, the jacket grows even tighter around his chest, making it even harder to breathe properly, and for a while, it feels like he's going to suffocate. "So easy." The man breathes again, right into his mouth. Until all of it stops, His body gets stiffer and more rigid than ever before, and it starts twitching. Antonio thrusts into their hands again and again as his cock shoots massive loads over and over again.

"Thats good." The man's deep voice causes Antonio to moan and groan loudly, his screams echoing through the parking garage. For what feels like eternity, his body moves again and again, and even though hes already running dry, his dick still erupts.

"Feels good?" The man runs a hand down his chest and back to his thick dick. A huge wet spot spread across his crotch. Both of their pants are sticky and sweaty, filled with their precious cum.

Antonio then regains his composure and looks at the man. Their eyes are now the same, their minds gone, under that jacket's control.

"It feels good, yes." He says, leaning in, placing a single kiss on the man's lips. They make out for a minute, touching their bodies, their dicks still bulging against their pants.

"Let's go home," Antonio says, his beautiful voice now duller yet more alluring. "Yes Master." The other man says so obediently, and they walk towards Antonio's car.

[semischarmed]

Twice

“…Inhabiting non-living objects, inanimate possession requires more preparation than one would realize. For one, it takes a significant amount of concentration and effort to attempt to inlay oneself into the object. Just mapping out where sensation begins and ends is a complex art. The relative difference in size poses another issue, with the additional energy being required in concentrating or diluting oneself to match the size of the desired container. Then comes the difficulty in attempting to maneuver that object. Most people are only capable of performing minor actions at most. 

One can mitigate some of this mapping difficulty by possessing a vaguely human-shaped object. As far as the energy requirement, and the complexity, some of this can also be mitigated when arranged by a third party. Everyone has some level of aptitude for possession but as with all things in life, some people are simply better at it than others. Enlisting the help from an experienced possessor then gives the highest probability of success. So, a particularly powerful possessor with undoubtedly high rates can even perform the bulk of the heavy duty and get you into that object. An object will provide no resistance, so the stay can be indefinite. 

Living things, as it turns out, do not like being controlled outside their will, so the difficulty increases as the possessee’s complexity increases. Of course, there are some rare individuals in the world who can maneuver their spirits, even when faced with some resistance. Smaller, less complex animals are easier to subjugate to our will- whereas something as unique and complex as an unwilling, conscious human will like provide one with no more than a few minute’s worth of control. Something like a snake could even be possessed for several days. In either case, most can only experience the sensations of their host. Moving one’s spirit takes considerable effort and aptitude so for a great many people, they are silent companions to their hosts for the duration of the possession.

At the highest of rates, you can find a once-in-a-generation expert with the ability to not merely take or grant possession of the intended host, but also imbue some power from the soul’s essence into it. This is where you begin to tread into miracle territory. If you’ve ever witnessed someone do something truly extraordinary or physically impossible, it was the work of my people. Dramatic personality shifts are also unfortunately probably the work of my predecessors. 

When we were more wildly known, ancient kings and heroes once called the aid of these once-in-a-generation experts to imbue them with the souls of their strongest warriors before a great duel. 

Many items in our legends are also as such. Famous swords and weaponry- even modern day garments of particular cultural relevance- probably the work of people like me. These unique ‘artifacts’ can then grant enhancements to their wearer. Obviously, legends tend to exaggerate a bit but our work is there if you’re looking for it. Ever heard of a lucky jersey? Lucky Gloves? Same concept. Probably the work of one of my predecessors.”

Nate looked back at me, watching for understanding.

“Couldn’t they just turn back?” I asked. “Seems like a hell of a way to live. Honestly, it sounds like a nightmare. And wouldn’t something like this have made the news?”

“Well, I’m that once-in-a-generation expert and you don’t exactly see me handing out free passes-cept for this one…” He chuckled. ”Besides, some of them do break free- some lucky things don’t stay lucky forever.” Nate winked and then chuckled some more, before giving a somewhat sad smile. 

“In truth, I did say people had difficulty manipulating their astral selves. Becoming a spirit and experiencing as a spirit is not inherently difficult for most people. But trying to move or manipulate that spirit is. That’s why people need us to facilitate. Since most people are not used to manipulating their astral selves or possessing things- well…” He grimaced. “For a lot of people, being stuck like that is a hell. Forced to imbue whoever’s wearing or using you with a power you could never wield. There aren’t a lot of us to begin with, and like I said, I’m the only one that can weave aspects of your spirit into something. It’s tricky for even other possessors to undo. So in the past, they simply killed off my equivalent for that generation to essentially secure an unwilling magic bracelet, or weapon, or… well, you get it.“

Despite the nature of the topic, he did seem impressed with my comprehension. “Let me get this straight…” I stated. “So, it all stems from the same basic ability to manipulate the spirit- Most people in the world have trouble moving them but someone like you can do it for others to put them into things- but since you’re the one that put them there, they need you to take them out? What about just like a regular possession of a living thing, like you said?” 

Nate laughed. “You picked that up surprisingly quick. It’s also not common to find people nowadays preferring to ask for something like that. It’s not my brand of soul manipulation, so it’s far easier for the standard possessor to undo. Unwilling hosts eventually kick out their intruder, so there is a lot less risk in that as well. They are essentially stuck in place but usually, the disembodied spirit either dissipates or gets found by someone like me to turn them back to their corporeal form. It’s still not common for people who have no aptitude for manipulating their astral selves to want to be stuck inside something for leisure. Especially with all the different media people use for their pastimes nowadays. This is why you don’t see or hear a lot of talk about my services in public. For the most part, us possessors have been relegated to providing our services or information gathering in secret.”

I understood most of what he had told me. Still, something still bugged me.

“Just how many of those artifacts are there in the world!? I know there’s only one of you in a generation, but it sounds like there’s not a limit on how many you could make. I can imagine the world is just about flooded with these things” I asked. In truth, this whole conversation with Nate had shattered my world view. I wouldn’t have believed him at all, had he not shown me a quick sample of his abilities just a few minutes ago. 

“I actually used to help the ones I found when I could, but there are just so many of these in the world- most of them in museums, or priceless heirlooms and I can’t exactly just walk up and ‘steal’ them off the display cases to do my work… So. to answer your question- an innumerable amount” Nate said. I must have looked sad for a moment, because the next thing I knew, I felt his reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Look… some of them actually like the fame and effective immortality- Actually, believe it or not I once had a conversation with the Hope Diamond- she in particular loves all the attention she gets.” 

He patted both my shoulders this time. 

“Besides, like I said, I can do other things as well- do you want to possess someone? Most people can only do it for a few minutes, but you seem to have have a bit of fight in you, I bet with me facilitating, I could make you last an hour inside someone” he stated with a wink. “How about being put inside a guitar for a day? Big hot celebrity’s guitar. My ex told me mapping her insides onto the strings made her squeal- very erotic.” His enthusiasm widened. “Hell, I could weave you into said guitar- for… I don’t know… a few month’s tour maybe?” He put his finger on his chin as he thought through it more. “Yes.. Someone famous… someone hot. You like guys, right? You’d feel his unknowing fingers all over you, every day, strumming sweet music- you’d be ‘singing’ your heart to to a crowd every night while he diddles you on stage. And he’d choose to play you every night, cause with my abilities, you’d be putting out a sound that couldn’t be replicated anywhere else. And while he plays with you every night- you’d be doing it to their applause.” He shifted a little, obviously getting a little heated by the scenario. I couldn’t help but chuckle. He looked faraway into the distance, putting more thought into his scenario. “Of course, I’d have to find you eventually to pull you back, but I’m sure with a backstage pass or something, we could-“

“Uh… dude…” I shook him back to reality. “I don’t wanna be a guitar,” I laughed politely.

He grinned before turning back to the topic at hand. “Well, put some thought into it. And let me know- seriously, I owe you one.” 

= = = 

So, there I was, essentially handed a golden ticket and drooling at all the possibilities. Just an hour ago I had saved a man’s life, and now he would be giving me a priceless gift, a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Possess a person for an hour, posses an animal for a couple days…. posses a thing for up to a lifetime. I shuddered at it all. The possibilities were endless.As were the implications.

I think Nate in some form knew this, since he had given me some time to decide. Despite the multitude of options I was currently mulling over, I did already have a particular person in mind. Julien Michel- racecar driver and celebrity extraordinaire.

There was just something about the man that did it for me. Maybe it was the way he smiled as his eyes glistened. Maybe it was his humble and friendly personality. Maybe it was that cute face that radiated warmth- And I can say all this with some level of certainty, as I did in fact meet him in person once. In fact, it happened just a few days ago.

= = =

He was walking around by the beach, sunglasses and cap obscuring his identity. Of course, I could tell it was him from a mile away. 

I didn’t want to bother him in the slightest. I hesitated, not wanting to draw attention to him but he seemed to have picked up on it, walking over to me.

“That easy to figure out, huh?” He asked me in a friendly manner. 

I grew bright red. “No-uh-no, no one else noticed…. I think”. My hands were trembling. Blood drained from them and my anxiety rose.

He took note and held them still. Hands clasped over mine like a warm embrace. I gulped as a torrent of butterflies raged in my stomach. 

He proceeded to look me right in the eye, sunglasses failing to obscure their kindness. “Thank you for not telling anyone”. He stated with a smile- it was genuine. His back slouched just a little in relaxation. 

So there we were. Number one on my celebrity list and we were holding a regular chat like a couple of friends. Of course, he had this effect on most people from what I had seen during interviews. Though it was a bit odd to see it off-camera. 

When the subject came to the topic of his racing, his face grew just a little grim. He talked about his nervousness, his feelings of inadequacy over the whole of it. I was incredulous. He was undoubtedly one of the best. There was something just a bit gut-wrenching about this man- the man on top of the world, the man everyone would kill to be or to be with, drowning in insecurity like everyone else. It was heartbreakingly beautiful. Heartbreakingly human.  

He even relayed his thoughts on his latest disappointing fourth place finish. Julien went over every detail in his head, every aspect of the race he could have improved. I admired his work ethic and drive, but did feel a bit sad to see him being held back like this. It was like he drowned in past mistakes and carried it over and over across every race he did. I knew the other racers didn’t have this same predicament. Though, a bit of overconfidence may have helped Julien in this scenario. 

From his recounting of the race from his perspective, he seemed to have the split-second decision making to recognize the correct maneuvers to pull but consistently held his own body back in fear. The guy was a legend so of course he still managed to scrape by at fourth place. 

When Julien stated he could and should have easily snapped first place, I knew it to be true. It wasn’t confidence speaking- it was experience and intuition. None of his other racers seemed to have the same level of insight for the craft.

“Aww geez, I spilled a bit too much of myself didn’t I?” He smiled, quickly recovering. “Sorry about that, when I got a big race going-especially this one… you know, it’s the nerves, and… well.. “ He looked back at my hands- no longer shaking. “I think you get how it is. Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly. That moment’s glance we shared was everything either of us needed to know we both understood each other. 

“N-no you don’t have to apologize, I….” I sighed in that moment in sympathy. Julien had so much going for himself. The man lived and breathed racing. His drive and ambition were clear. He wanted his name in the history books. A lofty goal, sure, but I could tell he had it. 

No, it had not been particularly great final season or penultimate race for him but I knew from just talking to him that he truly already was the best- held back only by himself. It pained me a little to see his lack of confidence in himself. It was like I could see into his brain when he talked about his racing. His mind ever sharp and concise, knowing exactly which maneuvers, which paths to take. It’s clear from his reflexes that it certainly wasn’t his body’s fault either. Overlaying that brilliance, however, was the cloud of anxiety the man seemed to deal with. I understood it deeply, as I myself had known firsthand exactly what it felt like. 

Julien looked at me, eyes searching for recognition. When he found it from me, his face warmed up even further.

Our mutual understanding seemed to have put him in a better mood. “Hey, how about a selfie? You seem to be quite the fan.” He smiled politely, grinning wider when he noticed my eyes light up at the proposition. I nodded eagerly.

There I was, Julien Michel by my side, taking my phone in his hand to snap a quick selfie. 

I noticed him beginning to take off his hat and sunglasses before I abruptly stopped him. “Y-You don’t have to take your disguise off, I’m not posting this or anything. It’s just for me- a memory.” I stammer, voice shaking again.

I was still looking at the camera lens but I could feel the shift on his face as he smiled wider, and as he pulled me into his side hug tighter and took the selfie. It took me a minute to make out what feeling he was projecting. It was appreciation. And it only served to warm my heart further.

Julien noticed his phone buzz while I felt the smile on his face drop slightly. I deduced it must have been related to his upcoming race. “Appointment,” was all he stated quietly. 

“...Let me memorize you with my own eyes…” He quickly took off his hat and shades, looking at me for a moment. “Memorize me”. I gulped again at seeing his face in full glory, mere inches away from my face. I stared and did just that, trying to memorize every pore and detail and contour of his face. “You know… you’re very cute,” he smiled. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and squeezed me tight. There were stars in my eyes as I was paralyzed in bliss. Before I knew it, he had left the beach, crowd suddenly forming behind him when they began to notice his face as he walked off to whatever that next appointment was.

= = = 

All in all, the whole exchange could not have lasted more than a few minutes. In my head it lasted hours.

There was just something about him. When he looked at you, and those kind autumn eyes line up, the world just blurred around you and time melted away. 

And when he smiled, it was like he lit a flame in the innermost parts of your body. The man was gentle warmth incarnate, and knowledge that he dealt with similar issues that I myself had dealt with in the past had only fueled my fire for him.

I replayed the fresh memory of his smile in my head once more, as a smile of my own painted my face. Yes. Julien Michel- it had to be him.

I laid in the dark, gripping my sheets as I pondered on it some more. The only thing I wanted, what I needed more than anything in the world was to be used by this man.

= = = 

Nate looked a bit upset when I met up with him the following day. “Look, chances are, you are gonna be stuck like this until I find you- IF I find you. You know that, right?” I nodded greedily in response. He frowned some more. “I can try to find my way around- I’m sure they wash these things, but something like that is so easy to misplace. Plus you have the issue of the more -er- devoted fans stealing you outright.” 

I smiled and I could tell my single-track mind had begun made him uneasy. “But you can do it, right?”

He looked away for a second. “I mean, of course I can do it. I’m the only guy in the world that could probably do it. I’m just- are you sure you don’t want to be anything else?” Nate chuckles. “This is kind a waste… at least for you.”

I look back at Nate as I shrugged. “It’s his final race. Like, ever… besides, I couldn’t think of a better use for this kind of gift. I know it’s weird, and it seems like I’m throwing everything away, but… I dunno- it just feels right, you know? Like, something inside me telling me this is what I need to do. Besides… I’d feel him in every moment he’d be wearing me, right?” I squirmed a little where I stood as I tried to readjust my growing boner. 

“Well, yes. Your reasoning is still very confusing, but you do seem exceptionally sure about this.” Nate replied back, searching my face for any hesitation.

I was, in fact, more sure about this than anything else in the world. What Nate had previously offered me was temporary pleasure for myself. But what I could do, with his gift, what I could offer to Julien? Legacy. History. 

This was far more altruistic than I had ever been in my life, an immeasurable amount of risk for myself but, most importantly, this was an opportunity from Nate that would likely never come again. There was no chance I would have done something like this for anyone else. 

I thought back to that smile as I closed my eyes briefly before looking back at my new acquaintance. “Nate…Nate. I’m sure.” 

Nate had the same . He sighed, chuckling in defeat. “Fine, fine. Find me in two days.”

-End-

See you soon.