Zayn’s Body 1 - Just Like the Influencers
Zayn had texted me asking me to come over for an urgent favor. He wouldn’t elaborate so I could only assume it had to be something incredibly private, to the point that he didn’t want any record of it in our messages. When pressed, he would only answer that he needed someone that he could trust completely. I pulled up to his duplex, hurried over to his door and knocked. He opened the door and beckoned me in, thanking me for getting there as quickly as I could. Zayn was clearly home alone; he was dressed only in a black tank top, a gray pair of boxer briefs, and black socks.
“Hey Zayn, are you ok?” I asked as we hugged.
“I’m ok, I just need your help and I trust you more than anyone else here, honey.”
My heart skipped a beat. It had been some time since he had last called me that. Between being called “honey” and seeing his lean, hairy physique in such form-fitting clothes it was hard to quelch down my feelings for him. We had only ever been friends, and extremely close ones at that. While I was content with the emotional closeness, part of me always wished for something physical to come of it. I fought down that rush before I got distracted mentally--and before I could end up staring at his body.
As he guided me to his room I asked, “So what’s up then? What has you so worked up?” Despite his roommates being gone for the day, he ushered me into his room before answering, checking behind us to make absolutely sure no one else was around then closed the door firmly.
“So,” Zayn paused, mulling over his words, “I… I think I’ve gotten to the point in my fitness where I can take myself apart like those other muscled gays.”
I stood there dumbfounded, and felt my blood rush to my face. Recently, gay men who hit a certain level of muscle mass had found they could detach parts of themselves without injury and all parts could continue to move independently. I had eagerly jacked off to many of the influencers I followed showing off these newly found skills. They could remove their head and have their body flex near them, some would pose nude while having their detached hand cover their crotch, and some would collaborate to hold each other’s heads or hold their friend’s arm as it gave the finger. Then there was the stuff you could find on OnlyFans these days.
“You think you can separate or do you know?” I asked. “I’m happy to help you try it out, but I don’t want to end up accidentally snapping your neck!”
A light grimace went across his normally placid face. “I know, actually.” He took a breath and continued, “A few nights ago I was hooking up with a guy and he assumed that I already could take my head off, so as we were making out he gave it a tug.”
I had to adjust my sitting position in order to hide my growing boner at the thought. “Go on.”
Zayn made a nervous cough. “So when he pulled up, my head actually did come off! After that it was a disaster. My body freaked out and kneed him right in the stomach! When the guy dropped my head--on the bed thank god--my body scrambled to find me in a blind frenzy. The guy kept apologising as my headless body felt around for me, and when it did find me it slammed me back on my neck. Walter, it was terrifying. I felt so powerless just lying there as a head while my poor body was panicked and confused.”
As I listened my eyes kept going towards his torso, imaging the scene. Hairy, leanly muscled, and sporting a generous bulge even while flaccid, his body was a fine specimen. The sheer thought of it acting on its own while headless was making me so horny it was hard to breathe.
“Walter?” Zayn prompted. “Sorry if this is a shock.”
I swallowed and said, “Sorry, it’s a lot to take in at once but it’s all right, Zayn. I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt. What happened then?”
“Well, once he understood that I hadn’t done that before and I made it clear I didn’t want to do that again, we just kinda finished. In fact, he took off his own head so we could still make out while I fucked him from behind.” He took a breath and looked down. “Actually, since guys have been able to do this, I’ve found it to be pretty hot and wished I could do it myself. It’s so arousing how his and other guys’ bodies remain so calm and affectionate when separated, compared to mine which becomes a nervous wreck.”
“Yeah, it is oddly hot isn’t it?” I played off with a nervous laugh. “So, the reason you brought me over here then was to help you practice taking your head off in a safe environment?”
Zayn nodded. “Exactly. You’re the only person I trust not to lose his mind when I come apart and won’t take advantage of my body or anything else while separated.”
I was honored that he trusted me with this and would do anything to avoid betraying his trust. Though it was going to be a real trial to control myself while around his headless body.
“Hey, you can count on me! Just relax and let me know when you’re ready to start and what you need me to do.”
Zayn’s face relaxed into a relieved expression, “Thanks, honey, I’m really grateful for this.”
We took a few moments to clear things around his room; tucked away any tripping hazards, slid the mirrored closet doors to the side, and moved anything else that might pose a danger to an uncertain body. When we felt ready to proceed, Zayn stood squarely in front of me.
“All right Walter, I want you to stand right here close in front of me. I’m going to try lifting my own head off and will rely on you to catch me if my body drops me.”
“Ok…” I was a little worried. As much as this was turning me on, I also did fear for Zayn’s safety; after all, what would his body do? If I failed to catch his head, it would be a long drop to the ground and then I’d have to worry about treating his concussed noggin while also trying to corral a terrified torso.
Sensing my concern, Zayn reassured me, “Hey I’ve read the forums about this since that night and guys all say this is the best way to start. Apparently you have more control of your body when you pull your head off yourself. If nothing else, they all agree that the body is a lot calmer this way.”
“If you say so.” I crouched down a little bit and held my hands out. “Ready when you are.”
Zayn took a calming breath and centered himself. He gingerly brought his hands up with one cupping his jaw and the other at the back of his head, then gave a tug upwards. His head came clean off, nestled safely within his own hands. Both the bottom of his neck and the top of the stump between his shoulders were covered in a smooth layer of skin. A coating of hair covered the plane of his neck stump to match that which covered his shoulders, back and chest. He gently brought his head down to chest level with his face towards me. The hand supporting his head idly stroked his stubbled cheek with its thumb while the other brushed through his hair. Zayn let out a contented sigh and closed his eyes momentarily, seeming to enjoy the affection from his now headless body.
“How do you feel there, bud?”
He let his body caress him a moment longer before opening his eyes and answering, “It feels… good actually. I feel like I have some control over my bod, but mostly I feel this emotional bond with him. It’s like… because I’m calm about this he’s calm too and we’re kind of reassuring each other? Either way, it feels amazing to be held to your own chest and get this sort of pampering.” He closed his eyes again with a grin and his body turned his head to cuddle the side of his face into his chest. They did look happy.
And yet, I was having a hard time not staring at them. One of my fondest fantasies of seeing his handsome body move autonomously and with such care was unfolding right before my eyes. It was hypnotizing watching his pecs and biceps flex as his body caressed his head and I wished nothing more than to be caressed by his body too.
“Walter?”
I realized I had gotten a little too distracted by the display and didn’t notice that Zayn had been trying to get my attention.
“Yeah?”
His face turned towards me again he asked, “Is this disturbing you? You’ve gotten very quiet.”
“Nah man, you’re fine. I’ve seen this sort of thing before, I just don’t want to interrupt your… bonding time?”
Zayn laughed and his body moved to hold his head in one arm against the side of his torso, “It’s still my body! We’re figuring this out, but it’s ok to talk! We’re both here for you.” As he spoke, his body gesticulated with its free arm in perfect sync with his words.
“Both of you huh.” I chuckled, “So what’s next?”
“Right now I want to test my control. I got him to position me like this, let’s see if I can…” his eyes flicked around the room, “Get my body to walk over to my desk, place me on it, then sit in the roller chair.”
“Ambitious.”
“Better now while you’re around to catch me.”
Zayn’s body began to shuffle and turn towards the desk and his face took on a stern look. Apparently exerting this control was not easy. The body took careful steps towards the desk and I followed closely. Zayn tripped when his foot hit the corner of the desk and I caught him by his abdomen, making sure he didn’t drop his head. He muttered a thanks and his body aligned itself with the front of the desk once I let go. With great care his body placed his head on the surface and took a step back.
Zayn’s head looked intently at his body from his new vantage point. Zayn’s body sat back into the desk chair and raised his arms in a flex, putting his hairy biceps and pits on full display. I couldn’t help but gawk and a broad, appreciative grin split across Zayn’s face as we both took in the stunning view of his headless brawn. Slowly his head began to roll on its side; his grin snapped to concern and he barked a yelp of surprise. Now with his cheek flat against the top of his desk, Zayn’s head furrowed his brow in concentration once again. Zayn’s body continued posing oblivious to his head’s promptings.
I decided to intervene and stepped into the space between the proud torso and the desk where his detached head lay in helpless frustration. Just as I repositioned Zayn’s head upright, Zayn’s body finally stood and reached its hands out in a delayed attempt to do so itself. Now that I was in the way, Zayn’s body instead ended up grabbing my arms from behind. I let out a quick gasp of surprise and felt an immediate swelling in my shorts.
“Thanks for the adjust. Oh, and sorry about that. I wanted to see if he’d catch me without prompting him. Still working on coordination.” Zayn said with a light blush.
Instead of releasing me instantly, Zayn’s body let his hands linger on my arms for just a brief moment before sliding them away slowly, seeming to relish the touch. Not at all what Zayn would have done if his head were in complete control. Indeed, he raised an eyebrow at what he saw.
“Heh, your body’s probably just orienting himself a bit since he expected to grab you instead of me,” I offered. I could only hope none of my nervousness read through.
“You’re flustered from that.”
Damn, he caught on. Now I really hoped he wasn’t picking up on any of my arousal.
“Well yeah, this is the first time I’ve been touched by a headless body. Plus, you know how sensitive I am when I’m touched unexpectedly.”
Zayn nodded in agreement the best he could in his condition. His body patted me lightly on the shoulder and pointed to his head.
“Oh, sorry, go right ahead.” I did a double take. “Zayn, was that you or did your body do that on his own right now?”
Zayn flashed a bright smile as his body picked him up and nestled him once more against his chest. “That was all him!” He beamed and looked up towards his chest, “Yes you are a good and calm body! Yes, a very good body!” He said in the cutesy voice he used with dogs.
God damn the arousal was becoming too much. Watching his head and body interact like this was overwhelmingly hot. Not even the beefiest thirst trap on instagram could reach this with their staged back-and-forths with their parts.
“Ok I’m going to get back on-shoulder now.” Zayn announced, carefully raising his head and using the mirror on the closet doors to place his head perfectly against its place on the stump. The neck and stump sealed back up smoothly without so much as a faint line. It was as if his head had never come off.
“How do you feel now?” I prompted.
Zayn cricked his neck, rolled his shoulders and shrugged. “I feel fine. I almost feel more in tune with my body after that, almost as if I had always been meant to take my head off.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You know how I always mentioned feeling disconnected from my body, making coordination and stuff harder? Now that I’ve been separated and let my body feel with me what he wants, I feel better able to work with him as a whole if that makes sense.”
I nodded, “Yeah, that makes enough sense, I suppose.”
He winked and gave me a pat on the rear, “Guess it’s time to get you to work out so you can get in tune with your body too!”
My head, being held by his body? Yes please! Though I had a long way to go before getting to a fitness level high enough for that. I simply obliged him with a shy smile in response.
“Well, did you want to try anything else, or just hang out for a bit?”
“I’m feeling a little overwhelmed from all this. It kinda takes a bit out of you, you know? While we both felt calmer it was still kinda disorienting.”
“Nah I get it. You should rest.” Probably best that I leave while so turned on, anyway.
“Can you come over tomorrow for some more practice?”
Doing my best not to sound too eager I responded, “Yes! I’ll let you know when I’m off of work.”
“Great, see you tomorrow!” Zayn said and pulled me into a quick hug. As I left his place he popped off his head once more; head in one hand, his body used the other to wave good-bye. It was a cute display.
As I drove home my mind was flooded with the events of the afternoon. Zayn. Headless. His body being a big softie. I couldn’t believe that this fantasy had at last come true. Then there was that brief moment where his body seemed reluctant to release my arms. Perhaps there was a chance this might go somewhere more interesting. When I finally got home, I jacked off furiously to the memories of Zayn’s lean, headless bod. I wished for the day I could have him to myself, autonomous and eager to have his way with me.
