Fates in Grey

You know how it goes... I fell in love with my pretty straight best friend Oscar. Even saved his life once from snake poison. After which he had said, "I probably owe you a big favor."

I'm cashing in on that favor. I'm going to ask to swap bodies with him. Probably for a month...

"Oscar, can we talk? Remember that favor? I want use it to swap bodies..."

Oscar frowned, "I don't do swaps. You know this. The entire thing freaks me out. Like how does it even work? And why you want my body anyway? Are you gay?"

"No, I'm not... Just think I'll have an easier time picking up girls as you." I assured him.

"For how long? Promise to use protection and don't get anyone pregnant?" He seemed worried.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't get anyone pregnant. Maybe a month?" I tried to not look too eager.

"2 weeks maximum. And I want to be back inside my own body. After this, we're square." He insisted.

We swapped bodies using the swapping machine at a nearby location. I felt cuter already and fit as fuck. I started to get hard. And it had to be huge. Not even half erect. I immediately tried to hide it by putting my new hands in my pockets to move it to the side of my underwear.

Oscar is not happy about being in my very skinny twink body. And he tells me, "Please stay safe. Nothing too crazy. Okay? I'll be going home."

Before I knew it, I was clubbing. Finding random hookups. And kissing my reflection in the mirror. Oscar doesn't know how attractive he is. Or maybe he does, but not in the gay way.

And my latest hookup was mid tier. I must've been drunk. And then I saw the time and date. I had only a few days left. I didn't want to leave Oscar's body.

Then I found him. Another man that's worth falling in love with. Carlos made me feel so good. Better than every other person. His body was packing heavy equipment front and back.

Time was running out. I told him everything. He smiled and laughed. "This body isn't exactly mine either. It was a permanent swap with one my employees. He tried exposing Swapper Corporation secrets. We know who is who and control whoever is in what body. We basically rule the world. I knew that you were a gay guy in a straight man's body the whole time. And it was so sexy. You're so sexy, Oscar. If you want I could erase any records of your swapping with him. And make his body, yours?"

"Stealing my best friend's body... is that really something I should do? I mean. I don't know about this..." as Carlos started to massage and grip my ass. I felt chills, "Fuck. That feels really good... Okay. Maybe. Fine. Just do it. Yeah. Let me stay with you forever."

Carlos then demanded, "Then I suggest you slide your dick in me like a credit card, and be in my debt." I felt compelled to obey, solidifying my betrayal of my best friend.

The 2 weeks were up. Oscar called me, demanding I return his body. I was at a loss of words. I barely said, "Sorry, I've been a terrible friend... I'm sure you know I'm gay now. I can't do this, I um ---"

Carlos took the phone, "Listen Oscar... I'm dating the new Oscar. Don't make a political scene. I have men you can select a new body from if you keep quiet. Why yes, I am the CEO and Owner of Swapper Corp. And some even say I'm like a Hidden King of Bodies."

Oscar started to cry over the phone yelling, "I hate him! I trusted--- *cried more* Give me a fucking upgrade and let me travel far away!" And I never felt so guilty before in my life. But at least, Carlos gave him a new body.

This was his choice of body: seeing the world, far away from me...

And now, I'm the favorite toy and right-hand man of Carlos: truly the hidden king of bodies. Every chance he gets, I am to be fucked or to be the fucker. Behind my eyes, are the guilt and greed that can never be washed, regardless of however many tears are shed for my betrayal. The real Oscar... will never forgive me for what I did.

By becoming the best friend I loved, I had become the worst friend. If I was ever a real friend at all... Only when I die in a body not mine. Under a grave that isn't mine, will I be possibly ever be punished for taking what isn't mine. I definitely don't deserve any favors... but at least I'm the prettiest straight, I meant prettiest gay guy in the room, right?

The only reason why I was born: to be a designer host body for someone else made possible with gene editing before I was born. I was reminded of that every time I wanted to eat junk food or didn't feel like working out. I'm raised like livestock at a fancy facility until my true owner shows up and takes over my or rather HIS body. I turned 18 today but I will receive the gift of having a owner drive my perfect body tomorrow.

Today's the day. And a gay couple in their 50s showed up. Eyeing my body like it was candy. My nameless friend in the facility was also being obsessed over. We were being chosen.

We were brought to a special room for being possessed. My mind was pushed into the back of my brain. My body now belonged to its new owner. I was taught to be happy about this, but why do I feel sad? He was taking a photo in my body to remember this moment.

My perfect ginger hair, abs, chest, and my obscene bulge. All his. They go get new identities and names. My owner took the name of Carter. And my owner's boyfriend took the name of Skylar. He's really hot when he's making faces. Fuck. I'm gay too. But we were never even allowed to masterbate or we got punished for it with 500 push-ups. They went to a private room. And there Skylar was. Jacking off with the forbidden fruit... I want him too.

They started fucking on the spot. Skylar said, "I love us so much. Let's break the virginity on these badass bodies." He stuck his tool inside me for the first time. I started moaning and my voice, "Skylar Skylar keep going. This hole is designer. It's built for pleasure! Have at me! I'll do you after-" and my hole, it was fully used and abused with rippling waves.

My body started pounding into Skylar's tight sculpted ass. And I actually wanted the pounding to go faster. So, I pushed for control. I managed to get the thrusting to max speed. Skylar moaned in greater ecstasy, "Slow down. You're too big!"

"No can do. I'm in control now." I smirked.

He tried yelling but I covered his mouth. Whispering I said, "Stop. Or I will try to cum out your lover or suppress him further. Take me to your home. I'm your boyfriend now... oh no no no!" My owner took back control. And instructed Skylar to punish me in round 2 of bottoming. It's not fair. They told the facility what happened. Now, I was taken out of my own body and placed into another designer body in order to train it. The body was 19 and had the previous soul removed for rebelling. This was my last chance to be useful, they told me, but I wanted to live a life. A trait that I'm not supposed to have.

I ran. Far away. Apparently, using designer bodies for possession is against the law. I was living in a old cabin in the woods. I was resting from all the gay sex I had with another man. But I heard a beeping in the back of my neck.

I was being tracked. A man walked in through the front door. "Nice try, but we always find our missing vessels. I'm the CEO and owner of Designer. The body you're in, was always very bad. Running away. Getting tattooed. Jacking off. Not great for business. I'll make you the same offer I made him. Become my personal assistant for everything including sex with me... I will let you know a secret. I love bottoming for the big dicks. Fuck me now, and I'll let you keep that body. Reject me in this twunk body. And you'll be possessed tomorrow by me.

I did everything he asked of me. Besides he was hot. But it sucks I'm not allowed to fuck anyone else. After making him moan, he gave me a name. "Nathan" he called me. He refused to top me. Boss man went to the balcony.

I begged him, "Please, why won't you top me?"

He replied, "This is the body of my straight 23 year old Son Danny. Not a designer body. Natural beauty. He's in the passenger seat. Doesn't let my dick get hard. Took him over when I was dying from a disease and his body could take over the family business. My husband thinks I'm dead. He'd kill me if he found out. That's why I can't top. Can't stay hard."

"Just try. Be harder than he is. And how bad do you want to fuck me, Danny...?" I said seductively.

Danny's dick got harder than it has been in a long time. His dick faced my ass, and mumbled, "I really want to... I need to." He pulled onto my bubble butt, and I almost screamed from the girth.

That was 3 weeks ago. I do everything for Danny. Per his request, I help with customers and let them fuck me to test out new equipment. Bossman Danny even used a returned designer body for having too big a dick, to fuck me while his main Danny body was locked up begging, "This is wrong! You can't keep using me like this! I'm your son, not a backup body..."

While Danny was freaking out, This guy was giving a railing I'll never forget. "

"You want this body? I bet my main body would love to feel this package up its fine ass." Bossman asked.

"Yeah. I want it." I said with wide eyes.

He was going back into Danny's body... "Please dad, you could take anyone's body. Why me?" And bossman replied, "Let me think. I need it for my inheritance money. My great genetics. That charming face. And right, so you don't tell the authorities. And no, for that reason you can't have a new body."

I tested my new dick on Bossman in Danny. And he loved it. He moaned like my new 10 inches long and 6 inches girth was a long sword piercing his very soul. Danny had us start a onlyfans and we rose to the top 0.1% within a week.

'I miss my original body." And Danny said, "It was the most valued body we ever let go of. It made 20 million initially. And more in after monthly payments. Although, Carter hasn't been paying us. Same with Skylar. With any luck, maybe we can track them down."

I thrusted into Danny, and as he moaned, "Please do. Carter doesn't deserve it." And Danny reprimanded me while being a tuff bottom, "That body will never be yours again. It's worth too much. It's just business." And I thrusted really hard angry one last time before going to sleep on my side of the bed.

Danny inserted his dick in my new hole, "Don't be such an ungrateful piece of shit. You're still hot shit because I allowed it." And I had no air to breathe because he was going so fast.

"Sorry, I'll be a good for now on-- fuck. Let me breathe! --- Come on" as I felt warm cum fill me up. And Danny laughed, "Such a good boy!"

Next morning, I woke up in this blonde hunk. They made advances in designer bodies. They now grow to maturity in 60 days and have no need for souls to manage them. I loved Danny for making me so fucking pretty. Although, I found out my previous body was bought and is now fucking twinks with his new dick. Luckily, my new one is a large grower. Went from 3 inches to 10. I never want to give this up. Maybe I will propose to Danny. Then, I will always be this perfect.

My current host body Harrison has been very sexy. This heavy dick will be missed. But at almost 40 years of age for this vessel. The last 20 years as Harrison was a blast. I'm going through social media and dating apps. Trying to find a new host. I prefer to transfer during the very end of sex. A finale and a new beginning.

Oh. Who's this hot man? I need him. I want to be him... so bad.

His name is Derek. And luckily, he's very gay. We're going to meet up for a lunch date and hopefully he'll want us to fuck... and got there at noon and he was waiting for me. That nice ass was my first impression. And it was an athletic butt.

Derek turned around, "Hi Harrison, I felt you staring at my butt. Maybe you would rather eat my cake? Just kidding. You wanna go to the nearest bar and grill?"

"Sure. Sounds high in fatty asses. I meant fatty acids." I said...

We went and sat down in a nearby restaurant after walking together and checking each other out. Derek kept staring at my dick area and I loved it.

Derek laughs, "Damn, your sense of humor is probably trapped in your dick, huh?" The tension was unbelievably high.

I kissed him. And looked into his eyes for his reaction. And he kissed me. And I got a hard on in my jeans. But he got one as well. And it was competitive with the size of my own.

"Let's eat later and ditch this joint. I want you. I want all of you right now. My place or yours?"

He paused, "I normally wait until the end of a date until I decide to fuck. But what's the harm? Let's go to my place." Derek said. And to his place we went.

Started making out. My hands on his ass. And his reaching down my pants to feel my heavy dick. Derek demanded, "Come on, I need you inside me. That dick is gonna drive me wild!"

"OH, you have no idea how much."

I slowly inserted my monster dick into his hole. And Derek moaned excitedly, "Please pretend my hole is all yours to pound. I want it all... give me hell and give me your semen!!!"

I spammed my hammering dick into his beautiful butt. I wonder what he's feeling... I transferred my soul into his body. I felt the fun cum from my previous dick and it was still pumping me full of it. Derek's body feels like it's a gas tank for cum right now. But fuck. It's amazing.

I look up and see Harrison thinking and I warn him, "Don't run. I still need your body to- Just fuck me. And maybe I'll stay inside Derek a while." He starts rambling on about how "it's been 20 years, and I want you to pay for stealing my life!" As he railing against my new hole, I asked, "Slow down. Derek here did nothing to you. Treat this body right. Okay?"

“Okay, but I want something.” Harrison said.

“What you want?” I wondered.

“Power like yours. I lost my youth. My 20s and 30s. I want a new life.” He begged.

“It’s an occult ritual. You’ll have to sacrifice for it. Your birth body will become dust upon first possession. Though, you might be fine with that. Alright. I’ll think about it, Harrison.”

No way I was giving out that kind of power or knowledge out like candy. No… I need to deal with him… I cast his soul into our hookup from last week. Specifically, inside his dick. Leaving Harrison’s body a empty shell. Dude is probably freaking out about his dick talking to him.

Derek is so hot. I’ve been so busy, I didn’t even hear his thoughts about begging me to leave his body. I made him a deal.

“Your body is mine, but we can still have sex together. Your new body will be Harrison. Except when we have sex, you’ll be you again until I swap us back. Sounds good?”

He reluctantly agreed. And Harrison was his body until a better option comes along.

In the coming weeks and months, I was bringing guys home to our shared house. My hookup and I caught him playing with that heavy dick one time. And we ended up having a 3 way.

The hookup though ended up being some kind of possession hunter and tried to kill me. So, I handcuffed him to the bed. And offered Derek a new body. He accepted. And nowadays, I swap our bodies constantly. And Derek is much happier after I started bottoming in the hookup named Cole. I still borrow his body to take a selfie and play with his big dick. The Harrison body has eventually turned into a makeshift prison for those who track users of supernatural energy, the body is currently in a hospital bed.

I think I fell in love with him. And it makes me want to make up for being selfish with possessing him. This Cole body comes with a decent package inside these shorts. But its butt sees a fair share of punishment from Derek. I’m gonna get some heated fuckery tonight, of that I am certain.

Later… “Apologize to me. No more taking my body without permission.” He was thrusting all the way inside me. He grabbed my dick, “You want this thing inside my just perfect bubble butt? Earn it. Moan for it. By the way… I got a partial anti possession tattoo. It requires my consent and a agreed time limit inside me or timed swap. Now… about my ass.”

He positioned me, so he could ride my dick while on top of me. “This way, your bottom adjacent. Fuck. Swap with me, Cole. 5 minutes.”

I was inside Derek. His body feels so much better for taking dick and giving dick. Derek as Cole said, “This is our last time having sex, freak. Enjoy it. I’m breaking up with you. And in about 4 minutes, I’ll be me again.” He said.

We finished having sex. He was back in his body but I was still here too, “Anti possession tattoos can prevent someone from entering a body, but not necessarily kick them out.” I said as I felt his fear. But I still liked him. So, I gave him the body of Cole. And told him, “There. You now have memories of that body. Do whatever. I don’t care. Don’t come after me. Or else Harrison Body prison is available.” Side note, will have to remove or alter the small tattoo later.

And I went to the bathroom to snap and post photos for social media. Caption: “Life is feeling fresh.” with a link to a spicy page…

May this be the last time I fall in love with my host.

In a similar world where being gay can get you killed or worse, crippled unable to live a good life... magical measures had to be taken to punish the truly wicked and give relief to those harmed. This is a story about taking quality bodies away from the corrupt and giving them to those in need.

I was going on a run to get in shape, and out of nowhere, some bigots yelled, "what's with the pink shorts? Trying to bait a dick with that dumptruck ass?" They approached me from behind. Beaten to a pulp. I was knocked out.

Later I woke up from a 3 month coma. My legs wouldn't move. And my... oh no. Something was wrong with my dick. It really hurt...

And a handsome man walked in. He looked at me with pity, and then smiled. "Call me Mr. Fixer. You've been broken. How'd you like to be given a chance to not be broken. It's just a new life away. The secret Homosexual Protection Program. Just sign here for consent. And we'll have your soul relocated to a body that will fulfill your every need.

I signed it. Of course, I signed it. "What now?" I could barely look his pretty face in the eyes.

"Just go to sleep. And when you wake up, my magic will have done its work."

"Wait. How you know what kind of body I want?" I asked in a hurry.

"Instagram. Twitter. You name it. We went through it for your benefit. We have ideas..."

And I fell asleep by a magical wave of his muscular hand.

I slowly woke up. And I felt incredible! My dick had morning wood. And it didn't hurt! And I could move my legs. I felt like new.

Man. I was a real cutie. I was disappointed about my new package not being porn star long. But looking like this, I will have no problem finding action. I heard someone in the bathroom. And there he was... a total hunk.

"How you like your new body, Will? You're 19. Verse bottom. Oh. And I'm Dylan. Your Dominant Top boyfriend. Only bottom if you beg me for it. I previously introduced myself as Mr. Fixer. I was planning on putting you inside some other homophobic twunk, but the previous user of that twink body cheated on me. Enjoy."

"Okay. So, do you want to fuck me?" I asked blatantly. I got into position. And he ripped off my underwear, destroying them. His king tier monster of 10 inches long, and 7 inches girth, enters inside my bubble butt hole.

I screamed and started moaning rhythmically. And Dylan pounding my hole felt like a severe misplaced punishment. He told me, "I can give you a new body after I put my ex cheating boyfriend back inside Will's overstretchted body."

"Damn. That's savage..." I said as he kept at stretching my insides. Then Dylan somehow put the old Will back inside this body with me.

My voice said, "OH. Hey... I knew you'd come around. Wait. Why you using a body like that, it's gonna do damage to my ass!

Dylan started talking, "Welcome back home, Will." as my shared hole got obliterated in explosive rounds of monster cum. I lost my ability to walk normal after that.

"Sorry, new Will. You'll have to share control of that body until tomorrow. Just try to get along and sleep."

Going to the bathroom, we started talking, old Will said, "He's my boyfriend! The cheating was accidental. He always changes bodies. How am I supposed to know?"

I replied, "Either way, I think he said I'm his boyfriend now..." we started wrestling with our shared body. And he started grabbing the dick and competitively rubbing it up and down.

I then went to our so sore, it might be ruined ass... and I put the toothbrush up it. Old Will went, "You bitch!" And I went, "Yeah. Our ass is filled with cum. Most of it was pumped inside me before you arrived. Our body started sweating and having a shared emotional breakdown.

Dylan came. Looked. And went, "Calm down, you bottom bodymates, unless you're ready for round 2?" as he patted the infamous monster.

I forced my body to shake our head no. And we went to bed. Cuddling tightly with Dylan.

Went to the beach searching for my next body with Dylan. And there was many sexy men.

I ended choosing the beautiful hunk with a large package and a nice ass. Side note: Will was by himself in his body now. And left.

Dylan or Mr. Fixer possessed all the others to have sex with me on the nude beach. He let me pick his body. He said he'll stay in it for 2 years, only 2 years for bodies that aren't heartless assholes and forever potentially for corrupt ones based on memories accessed...it's his personal code. I picked him this one:

As you can see in the photo, he's a little upset by my choice. The body is great. Great ass. Good dick of 7 inches. Not too painful. Besides he's really skilled at being a classy yet bossy power bottom.

"Shouldn't our bodies be switched? You picked my first choice from the get go." Mr. Fixer or now called Dakota said.

"No... you promised to let me pick, remember? Pretty please..."

"Fine, but I'm topping your bubble butt first."

"Deal." I felt blood rush to my new member. Based on my body's incomplete memories, his name was Luke and he was here to... oh Luke is gay too. He was here trying to pick up guys. I should've known it was a secret nude beach for gay men. Well, sorry Luke. But I am you for the next 2 years.

2 years went by. We had to give these men their bodies back. Topping never felt so good. I'll miss this. Dakota and I saw a couple of men protesting against being gay, so we took their bodies. And my boyfriend went and paid our previous bodies for their time. I thought we were alone in those bodies. Or I'm not so sure of anything anymore. "They'll never have to work again." He stared at the cute body he lived in for 2 years as he walked away.

I'm the blonde. Nice. My new butt looks perky.

I was washing my hands, and looked into the mirror. And instantly saw my own body from inside the mirror, checking out my dick.

"Woah, nice dick! I was a bit of average dick power bottom in my last body before it got stolen. I was checking out my butt gains in the mirror, and whoever it was who took my body, was impressed by it. That was 3 years ago. He's probably like 23 now. Maybe I should pound my old bubble butt. Teach him about my new dick... anyways, good luck! I have plans for my new body, thanks for this."

He gestured to my dick, and went out the door. Many came into the bathroom, but none piqued my interest. It's impossible to tell dick size unless the whip it out, and that's too rare, and those people aren't pretty.

I waited a long unknown period of time. The mirror was even transplanted into a nearby gym at some point. Trying to be patient. One year later and he showed up. I hesitated. But before he went out the door, he pulled down his pants just enough to look at his own glutes. Man, he was so vain. But it was kinda hot. I switched with him. Putting him in the mirror.

"Sorry. I was a victim too. Good luck in choosing your next body. Bye." I wasted no time. Out the door I went.

Luckily as soon as I got to his house using Google maps. He had home address saved... I checked myself out. And I was packing serious heat in my briefs. Ohhh. No way. It's bigger than my old one. Especially, the girth. What an upgrade. I took a nap after jacking off and spewing cum upwards to my face. After the nap, I got access to this body's memories... he was a gay man on the down low pretending to be straight. All the sports stuff is just an act for him. And my name is now Joshua Drakes. A versatile sex machine, looking for a boyfriend.

Only a few days later. I scored myself a stunning man. We flip fuck nonstop. Our sex drives are almost always in sync.

Then he told me, "You've been bad... Enjoying a body that weren't born in. No. Don't worry. I'm just a gay prince of hell. I invented the mirror as an experiment. And I love the result. This body's straight but my presence is turning him gay in the passenger seat... Round 2?"

I replied, "Know what? Fuck yeah. Let's go again. Still interested in being boyfriends?" I asked. He started thrusting into my tight hole.

"Of course, I'll be inside this hunk for the duration of our relationship. However long you want me, is however long I'm willing to remain."

We pulled each other closer as the thrusting continued until we got tired. Cuddling in bed. Our futures burnt into bliss.

Immortality science is a work in progress. It requires a great deal of risk to myself for the experiments. Trying to transfer minds is dangerous. I was trying switch bodies with a college student, under the guise of extra credit. But the process vaporized me.

I slowly started to reform into a sentient green mist. But I felt like I was dying in open space, and there was the college frat guy who felt like a quench to my thirst.

I became him. I became Ben. The experiment was successful. I have achieved immortality! The thrill. The feeling of a new body gave rush to my new tool. And it felt amaaazing!

Until Ben's thoughts came like a whisper, "Professor is that you? I can't move."

"Relax, Ben. The experiment worked. I'm going to be walking in your shoes until I'm ready to try becoming someone else. Wanna help me out? Be my guide in your body. And maybe I'll try becoming someone new alot sooner."

As Ben and with his hesitant aid, I have blended perfectly into my new life. Jacking off in the morning and in the mirror has been enlightening. I think I am ready to start dating men. I knew Ben was gay as well, which is why he was offered the "extra credit".

Met a gorgeous man named Pete. We instantly hit things off. And as soon as we got to the bedroom, clothes came off. Dicks sprang free. Pete rode on top of my dick. "Don't stop..." I begged.

But all good things don't last forever. He was only interested in being a one night stand. I decided then and there Pete was the one to become. Here goes nothing... my green mist flowed from Ben into Pete. And it was extraordinary like the time with Ben.

I looked at Ben getting reacquainted with his own body. I as Pete said, "Ben, get over and fuck Pete's tight hole. I think it's getting hungry for your big one." He obeyed but only because he's been wanting to pound a bubble butt for himself, some time now.

I felt him entering and sliding inside me. It was cosmic ecstasy. Unfortunately, Pete's mind was unwilling to negotiate for sharing information on how to live his life. So, I'll have to return to Ben's body. He's going to be disappointed.

After we got done doing each other in bed, I took over Ben's body again. "Sorry, but he wasn't going to be as helpful as you were. I'll let you out to play, don't you worry." Pete ran off with cum stains dripping into his jeans between his legs.

Ben's body and life has been good to me. His spirit is growing bitter. But what can I say? I'll have to keep him under wraps until I know a hottie long enough to possess. Though, breaking my deal with Ben has crossed my mind. This body is greatness at its peak. Back to jacking off this mighty dick. Did I forget to mention, it's 9 inches. Yeah. It's a real giver.

Tried talking to Pete, but he's not into getting possessed after getting absolutely railed, and getting railed on for round 2 with me at the helm. Ben wants me out, so maybe Pete is my next stop. Ben agreed to help me learn his life. Unfortunately, Pete's slightly older brother Dillon got in the way. But a little derailed plan isn't the worst idea...

Looked at Pete, "Tell me everything about seriously hung Dillon here, and I won't become you."

Pete gulped, "Deal. Didn't like him much. He's straight. But probably secretly bi. Rude to everyone. Athletic. Not much to tell. All his passwords are in a notebook in his desk drawer..."

"Thanks. Ben and I will be in my new room. Being boyfriends..." I said excited. My dick grew to a 11 inch hammer. Compared to Ben's 9 inches. IMPRESSIVE. Emphasis on pressing against my underwear.

"Please don't take over my body! I'm sorry. It was an accident. I'll do whatever you want. Just not my body, please!!!" My soon to be home body, Nicholas said.

"You killed me. I no longer have a body of my own. I refused to go to the Light. Now, I'm taking your body because your soul has karmic holes. I can use the karmic holes related to me to harness your body as my own. Luckily, you're cute despite being a drunk driver."

My ghost body has nearly overtaken his physical one. I start reaching out to check my new package, and I could feel how big it really was. And Nicholas begged in tears, "that's my dick, you can't..."

"Yes, I can and I am. DAMN! you're hiding a mountain cocktail in your pants! My boyfriend will love this!"

"But... I'm not gay." Nicholas thought strongly.

"Don't bother fighting me for control anymore. Or I'll turn you in myself. It's either jail time or ME time. It's your pick." I smirked.

He quit fighting me. And I'm Nicholas now. I went to my boyfriend's place and he opened the door, and Codes asked, "Hi, who are you?"

"Your boyfriend" I quickly popped out my ghosty face from Nicholas's body. And Codes took a step back...

"I thought you died. Well, you clearly did. But how is this even possible, to take his body? Was he the hit and run? If so, damn. Karma is kinda hot."

We took things inside. And this Nicholas dick brought us a new and improved way to enjoy ourselves. Codes measured it for me, and it grew from 3 inches flaccid to 11 inches erect. Shouldn't be possible, but here it is. All for us.

2 weeks later.

Codes proposed to me, "I never want to lose you, again. Marry me, Nicholas. My host started fighting me and internally screaming, "This isn't supposed to be forever, was it? I want my body back!"

Codes put the ring on my finger. And Nicholas went silent. "The ring is enchanted. It allows you to possess any body that wears it, neutralizing any resistance from the host. I even wear the backup. If you ever need it, borrow my body until a suitable cutie is found." And he got hard from the thought of me inside him.

We went to the bedroom. And I was inside him the normal way, moaning about the weather raining deep down his bubble butt.

Codes mentioned in the afterglow, "By the way, both of souls are bonded and compatible with these rings, although I never died. So, it maybe many years before it's power is tested."

"Fuck. Are we immortal now? Maybe immortal adjacent. But still... I wonder what kind of hot body you'd live in one day. Hopefully, a man packing front and back. A model face. Oh, and a big bank account. Maybe a 20 something son of a millionaire..." we slept minutes later.

30 years later.

"I wonder how Nicholas is doing after I finally left that 50 year old body of his..." I remarked.

Codes, now in a college rich guy named David, "Just shut up and kiss me. It wasn't easy putting the ring on your new body. It barely fits, might need it as a necklace. Always keep it close, Blake."

"Cool. I like the sound of Blake. I wanna see us naked, David..." we undressed. And David was bigger than me...

"Sorry, Blake. I bottomed enough in the last life. My turn to be the biggest dick in the relationship." He turned me around and butt fucked me, and this body likes it more than my last. I'm so in love with him. And his taste in selecting hosts for us is so freaking sexy.

Speaking of taste... "Blake, try my cum... or we'll have to find you a new host..." as he slowly moved his hand towards the ring.

'Fine! Just don't touch it..." I drank it from the tap, and he immediately responded, "Good bottom."

"What? I can top too! 6 inches is enough." I said.

"I like our current set up. Me the top. And you're my bottom. In the next life, we can both be verse. But you have a debt to pay for all the topping you did to my past body."

I gulped. He made me pay in full for the next 15 years until we gave these men their bodies back at 35 with the memories of everything we did. They continued dating after we left.

And now, we're both verse and happy inside the total hunks below who were straight sex addicts trying to be each other's wingman. And now, they are for each other.

Happily Sex Ever After.

(A requested story)

In the public restroom, I was taking a leak in a urinal. A straight frat bro went to my left to take a leak too. Out of nowhere he flips out, "Did you look at my dick?" He demanded to know in a panic.

"No. I always keep to myself? Just maybe you should do the same." The frat bro's face goes red. He stormed out without even washing his hands.

Then in the middle of the night at 1:00 AM, I was abducted from my college dorm room. Tied up and my mouth covered. I awoke to Frat bros doing some sort of hazing ritual.

The frat leader walked in and declared my reason for being here, "I am Simon the wizard and tonight my fellow straight bros, you will be tested against the mental might of a single gay man's pride. Our newest and definingly straight frat member Clay will do the honors of trying to overpower his will within his own body."

Clay walked in, "Don't worry, Simon. He's no match for my masculinity and and my mind to body connection."

The wizard Simon just threw my consciousness, my soul into Clay's body. I looked down and said, "fuck, this twunk is ripped." And I felt the new package harden...

Clay himself felt great rage against me, "This is my body! Get out, I'm better than this gay guy!!!"

The wizard Simon gave some advice, "True pride is not thinking you're better or about arrogance. It's about self certainty in your own capabilities."

And I responded using Clay's voice, "I think I'm feeling pretty capable." I just relaxed and moved my body, while Clay's mind sunk like quicksand into a sleepy coma.

Simon smiled and flirted, "yeah, indeed you are pretty and nearly one of us. We are all gays in possession of super straight men. Clay needed his straight body filled with a gay spirit like yourself. Welcome to the club, Clay!" He winked at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

Later, Simon asked me out on a date. I said "Yes, I would love to fu- I mean go on a date with you!"

"Since you're so horny, Clay... let me show something the frat did last week. But promise to save yourself for me later. Here..."

Simon explained, "This was the last possession ritual before yours. We called him Bubble Butt Brian when he started moaning by our obsessive touching of his ass. It was a virgin straight ass until that day."

I covered my dick. It was fully hard, but haven't the time to see it in it's full glory yet. I pulled my jeans away from my waist and it must be around 7 inches and 6 inches of pure girth...

Simon watched me, "Remember no jacking off. I want to be your first sexy experience in your new life." He licked his lips and grabbed ahold on my dick and added pressure to his grip. "Just hold on until after we eat. Fucking while hungry could reduce pleasure. Now, let's go do our date in the arcade."

I saw him having fun, but secretly I think he was trying to turn me on at every turn by acting promiscuous in regards to showing off his body to me. He looked at me with an enchanted aura in his eyes, "How do I look? Hot enough to ride a different bike?" He laughed in a quiet manner.

We had a awesome date. Did everything we wanted until we got back to the frat house. And while we were still in the car...

He put curtains around the windows. He kissed me. Putting his hand down my jeans and used the other to put the seat all the way back. Breathtaking and breathless soon after. He rode my new dick for the first time. Right after which, I rode his 9 inch dick, in which moments my heart was his prisoner and him, my warden.

We announced to the frat of our decision to become a couple. But we still have to pretend to be our straight hosts as to not arouse suspicion. They're giving me training on how to be Clay the Frat bro.

1 week later.

Simon instructing me, "Say what we taught you."

"Dude. What the fuck. Get off my dick. I'm not about that, bro!"

Simon looked proud, "You're ready. Help the frat with our next straight frat bro when the time arrives." We finally went on another date night out, and man did I look like a catch- Maybe a little gay, but pink is just a color, not a sexuality. (Fun fact. In the early 20th century, blue was originally for girls, and pink for boys. But cultural changes happened)

Ready for my date with Simon. He says I need to loosen up and just have fun. Can't help but be gay and a perfectionist. People are starting to ask questions because I keep checking out Simon in public. He likes to punish me during sexy time for my incompetence.

I've been renting out my body through Swap Shark for extra cash. It pays extremely well. More if people fight over renting me out. It's how I make a living. And yes, most are gay men who want to use and shake my ass on the dance floor. I watch everything they do in the passenger seat.

I was walking into the company building one day, and I felt all the hungry eyes on my body. My boss walked in, and wanted to talk to me in his office.

"Noah, my sexy man of the month. It's actually quite impressive how many in the lobby are asking for your body. I hear you or your body is a hit in the night clubs. A celebrity host if you will. I want to offer you a deal. A permanent swap with me, the CEO of Swap Shark. And you'll have your pick of bodies every weekend. Sounds enticing?"

"Sorry, but not at all sir. I like my body. And it's not for sale. Well, renting has been the exception." As I looked through the window into the lobby.

"Then as an alternative, I will like to rent you out next. I will pay triple what you make now. Consider it a promotion." Boss said.

"What's the catch?" I asked cautiously.

"8 hours Monday through Friday. And Yes, negotiated pay for use on weekends. Just sign here." He handed me a contract. And it looked similar enough to the other ones before. I looked at him a second time, and signed it.

I went home and to bed. I overslept and woke up with 20 minutes until my work started. I brushed, showered quickly, and got there 15 minutes late.

Boss was waiting for me, and like clockwork, he was wearing the helmet and an employee was handing me the second one. The process has always been a little painful. Losing control of my own body is the stuff of nightmares. But it pays too much to let the fear tell me I can't.

My vision went dark for but a moment. My eyelids opened. And boss used to my face to flash a big smile. I felt blood rush to, you know where, and he declared, "I'm Noah and your new boss and the official face of Swap Shark. Let's go make millions using prime experiences like the one I'm living."

Boss went to the bathroom, and played with the dick many have borrowed before him. He flirted with my reflection while dangling my dick, "Thank you for signing the papers. This body is mine... permanently." I was screaming in my mind to be let free. All he felt was a headache with drivers and passengers being mentally separated preventing a unwelcome experience.

"Guess I'm going to need to take an advil or something for this headache. Don't be mad, Noah. You love being controlled, don't you? You kept coming back. A man as beautiful as a super model. It made you a star host everyone wanted to sink their mind and spirits into. Thanks for this monster treat of a package by the way."

He pulled up my pants and patted my bulging dick strained against my pants. It was hurting from being constrained. He let it out and massaged it, holding my balls in my other hand. "I'm going to see what's the hype of Noah on the dance floor is all about. And maybe get laid."

Moving like that, my ass is always sore. And my dick is ravaged by the twink named Rio he's been seeing. He's a cutie, but puts up with Boss here just because my body is hot. I wish I never worked for Swap Shark. The shark part should've been a red flag in hindsight...

3 months later.

Oh no, he's got his twink boyfriend Rio renting himself out. I feel sorry for him. He might end up with the same fate as me if he doesn't stop.

Boss told him, "it's the best feeling. Get paid for doing nothing. Just let go..." As he thrusted into him, he started believing every single word. Love is truly blind when it feels too good.

Another 5 months later. That same twink is now the permanent host body of boss's ex husband. Now boyfriend. Basically, the host body tried breaking up with Boss, and boss used the contract he tricked him into signing during a session of sex. And the police came and forced the possession...now we're both hosts and victims of a broken system. What's worse is the sex on a theater stage people pay to watch us have sex for 3 hours. The audience? All hot and cuties. Probably the community of Swap Shark. Couples even took turns being on it next to us...having even more sex being surrounded by fellow super model studs.

Boss said, "fuck I ran out of cum rocket fuel..." and the new twink Rio said, "no problem, boss. I got your ass covered." he winked.

This is my life now. At least it feels good sometimes. Not happy about being a passenger in it. I'll just keep giving boss headaches. That's the least I can attempt.

"Dude. Stop asking. I won it fair and square. Go find another body to win. You shouldn't have offered your own body as collateral."

He walked away but then came back, "I really need it back, okay? And please stop doing only fans, and posting my dick online. It's not fair." He begged.

"Well, it's not your dick anymore, is it? It's mine." I groped my package in front of him. "All mine... I'm the new Oliver" the package straining against the cage of my blue jeans.

I never saw him again. I got a boyfriend a few weeks later after countless hooking up.

My boyfriend Aiden went missing for a couple days, and came back different. He kissed me. I didn't refuse as I was horny. I thrusted into him. He started to thrust his own heavy dick inside me. He kissed me during, and whispered, "I want my body back for your boyfriend's body in return.

I was rapidly moaning, 'Fuck. Fucking finish!" I felt his load fill up the bubble butt he so desperately wanted back.

We discussed everything in the shower, "Where's my real boyfriend?"

"Does it matter? Neither of us will downgrade. He's in the body a weak 23 year old twink. I won it after gambling for it. And managed to win again after challenging your lover here. His ego couldn't not be his downfall. Now, here I am. A body I don't mind inhabiting."

"I..." I froze.

He looked down at his former dick. 'I'd prefer to not pound my own former assets everyday... Switch with me. And I will show you what that body can really do. I see you jacking off to your- my former reflection in the mirror. You'd love to get fucked by it."

"Okay. But I'm in charge." We went and got switched.

It was only 3 days inside my boyfriend's body before a man came knocking, a twink man with a charming face. He demanded that this body be returned. The rental company of body swapping known as Swap Shark, handed me a bill and placed my soul into that twink. And he left.

I became furious. I demanded the body back, "My boyfriend rented his body to you? How? why?"

He laughed, "He unknowingly signed a contract with Swap Shark for his body to be used by others for a period of 5 years for a lump sum of only 50k. He's trapped in the passenger seat while others drive him. Sorry for the deception."

"That's not right. This is criminal. I need to call someone." I yelled. Oliver in the original flesh, "I don't think so, I was given a great deal for tricking him. My body back for your boyfriend's body now being a money maker. Plus you get to be my beautiful submissive twink."

My new body felt less powerful. I was pretty. But no power in my muscles. "What are you going to do to me?" I gulped with shallow breaths.

"Get on the bed. The body you're using was already cleaned out for bottoming before arrival. And with this dick... that's all mine. You could say I beat the game, "Fair and Square". But maybe if you're a good twink, I'll let you rent out your boyfriend's body to use again. With big dicks comes big loads to carry." He patted his dick. And inserted it inside me from behind me.

Oliver ramming my hole making my dick leak, "You're just my type, a twink that can take a hit from my dick's extra large loads. Thanks for the body back. No more gambling away my precious body. You deserve a reward for taking such good care of it."

We went at it until my ass was overflowing. I swear the loads were never this big when that body was mine. It must respond differently to him. "I will have to hope he'll honor his promise to let me use Aiden's body. Better me than a stranger." I thought.

There was nothing fair or square about this. Swap Shark is nothing but a criminal organization of swap-body theft schemes.

Colt is my star player. He wanted my blessing to date my adopted gay son. I said, "Win the game, and you can be together. Lose and I win a considerable favor from you."

Colt accepted knowing my son told him it would be okay. But truth is, my son Dane is trying to get out of being my future host body.

Yes, he found out after reading through my old books on magic and forgotten traditions. He cried, and I felt somewhat guilt tripped to offering another way. This is that way.

Colt as planned, lost the game.

"What was the favor, coach?" Colt sounded disappointed.

"I'm going to ask you a question, and I need you to say, "I consent to receive you." It's a old family thing, you know, if I am to give my blessing..."

Colt shrugs, "Okay... what is it?"

I asked after chanting under my breath, "Do you consent to receive me as you?"

"What? That's kinda weird. Don't you think? But sure, I consent to receive you." Colt laughed at the concept.

I smiled, "There's no longer any need to lie. We have been linked. If I am ever to die or perish, I will inherit your body. Take good care it for me, and please have fun while it's still yours."

"Wait, you're joking, right? This is my fucking body. You stay out of it, and away from me. You creep." Colt retorted.

Dane walked nearby, and with a face of both guilt and relief, took a deep breath. He came up to us, "Sorry Colt. I liked you as my boyfriend. We can still fuck as much as you want. But eventually, you will be his. Again, I'm really sorry. I couldn't become his host body. You saved me from that fate."

Colt frowned, 'how long do I have until..."

"Enough. I don't even know. Could be a couple years. I'm not well. Longevity potions stopped working. This form is 200 years old, even though it appears at 40. I will rapidly age into dust when the time comes."

Colt gulped in fear and looked at Dane, "we need to talk right now..."

Dane whispers, "Please just accept this. I'll be the best sex machine until the time comes. Forget about today, and just live."

Colt snapped, and punched Dane in the heart, "I will fuck you and I will make you regret this betrayal. The sex will be so good, you'll wish you never let that freak link his soul to my body."

2 years later.

Dane and Colt are going at it in their apartment. Colt growling, "you like being my cum dumpster? Because that is the fate of the betrayer. You haven't topped my ass since. You'll never be worthy."

Dane moans, "Yes, Colt... I'm betrayer, punishment must be severe."

Colt was focused in ramming Dane's bubble butt. Until the foretold possession came...

With Colt's dick still inside Dane, "No! Get out. Please! THIS IS MY BODY, ASSHOLE. UHHHH!"

The now recently possessed Colt, "Consent was given. You can't fight for control. For in the laws of magic, ownership was transferred."

Dane was crying, "Please, give us more time..."

"I can only offer you 5 minutes of him with partial control to say goodbye, and then I will explore my new self." Colt's voice sounded annoyed.

"Dane. I feel him. Like claws reaching inside my brain. I NEED HIM GONE. I see his thoughts and feel his intent with my body. He's a freak. Oh no. This creep been spying on us!"

Dane said, "Probably for the last time, I am sorry that you had to take my place as his host. It was selfish of me. But rest knowing, you are my hero."

"You weren't mine. You just owed me, Dane. I, what? Probably have a minute left. You never even thought to save me. You're a coward-" were Colt's last words just as he managed to punch his own face in retaliation.

"Well, that was rude of my host... Dane, maybe if you're a good boyfriend, you'll top this ass for the first time in 2 years... after I spend a long time in the bathroom." Colt winked at Dane.

Dane sneered, "Don't know why you took so long to choose a new host. But the game we played was really something, huh? He never suspected our true intentions. Remember how I became Dane after he found your books all those years ago? We had to speed things up. And the gaming of our host bodies... legendary.

"Yeah, sure. But I am so fucking horny. This dick is insane. The waiting. The watching. The trickery. It all really spiced up our relationship. I was so jealous. It just made me want you more. By the way, aren't you going to focus on getting your big dick to grow to its full potential? Think I need it like right now. Give it to me now Dane!" as we eyed each other naked bodies, and Dane got fully hard.

We kissed like we were dehydrated. The Coltonator (new nickname) bottomed. Dane topped. And so on.

Deep inside Colt's mind, "I can't believe this..."

Body Possession Law

Possessing the body of a large scale celebrity is strictly prohibited. Doing so will incur the wrath of the Free Spirit Council. And the loss of Possession Powers.

I didn't think I'd get caught. It was only going to be one weekend as Shawn. I don't know how they knew, but now I'm facing the loss of powers, and the body I'll reside in will be up to the judge.

I asked my lawyer from the Free Spirit Council, "What's going to happen to me?"

"The council concerns itself with the protections of those with possession powers. Possessing and leaving famous people poses a risk to the exposure of our kind. You will likely either stay as Shawn in the passenger seat or be forced to live inside any body the Council decides is appropriate. Driver or passenger in chosen body is also up to the court."

"Can't I run and hide? How do I overcome this?" I was freaking out.

The Lawyer stood up from the seat, "I'd advise against you running. It is pointless, they have Seers on the council. They will always find you. Just accept your fate."

"You suck. You're a terrible lawyer!" I yelled. And sat back down as the lawyer left Shawn's house.

I just wait, for my mind to be taken to a psychic plane of existence while Shawn will regain control until I'm sent back or into another. I don't know...

"Fuck!" I whispered. My head was pounding, my heartbeat speeding up. They're ripping my soul out! "No. Please! Have mercy."

The space around my spiritual body was dark. Nothing. Until flames appeared out of nowhere and started circling me.

The voice of a ruling judge spoke with reverence, "Mercy? You knew the rules. You broke the rules. What is there to say?"

"Umm... I won't do it again! It was only going to be for a weekend. I never even got to do anything fun. You immediately interrupted. Kind of unfair to be punished over doing nothing!"

The judge caused the flames encircled around me to compress closer. "Don't make this court burn your away powers. Those flames can cleanse your being of the excess energies you have abused."

I gulped in fear. I curled into a ball, trying to avoid the flames. "Your honor? I beg you. Have mercy..."

The mysterious judge declared, "Mercy? Where was the mercy for your host known as Shawn Mendes? You didn't even bother to put into induced sleep. He experienced your control of his body, the entire time. I call Shawn's spirit to the stand."

Shawn quickly got the gist after intial panic, "I am furious, your honor. I had no control. No way to cope, but to hope for something or someone to free me from being in the passenger seat of my own body. I want justice. I want my intruder punished. And I want to feel protected from this happening again."

The judge stared right into my soul literally, "I think it's clear what my sentence will be here. Your powers of possession will be transferred into the soul of Shawn Mendes. Your consciousness will reside in the passenger seat powerless to any activity. It's up to Shawn to use the power more wisely than you ever did."

I screamed, "Noooooo! Wait! I can change. I'll stick to boring bodies. Nooooooooo!"

The judge slammed the hammer of divine punishment and the flames squeezed my power from me. Given to Shawn, I saw him smile and wink at me, but it felt like burning rage.

I was completely fucked.

The judge exclaimed, "THIS COURT IS ADJOURNED!" Waves of energy pushed us away back to Shawn's body.

Shawn's back in control. And he's laughing feeling relieved, "You must be an idiot. You could've lived forever if you avoided possession of my celebrity life, but no you had to let your or I guess my dick control your decisions. Thankfully I got all the power now."

5 months later.

He wanted to explore his bi curiosity. And wanted to try his new power, without risking his body's reputation as straight.

"If I let you body sit, you won't leave the house with my body, right?" Shawn asked me.

I said, "I'd be a fool to upset you. I won't do anything you wouldn't do. Promise."

He invited over a friend, and learned to use the possession powers. He explored his new self in the bathroom while I sat in his bed, staring down the dick I've been wanting to play with for a while.

I started jacking it off. And massaging it real slow. But Shawn came in the room. And I gulped in anticipation of his wrath.

He used his borrowed body, "Maybe I should top my own body as practice for this body later."

I got into frog pose, and fuck, this ass feels so good, sliding front and back into Shawn's borrowed dick.

He then left for hours and didn't get home until tomorrow morning. He woke me up by reclaiming his body. The former host body of his was sleeping on the bed. I wish I could possess it, but no longer an option.

Turns out, he met a gay guy and they're experimenting later. At least, I get to watch.

"Hey, when can I body sit again?" I asked from the back of his mind.

"How about never? Maybe ask again never. This is my body. I wish that you would leave me alone."

They were having the best sex. I felt everything he did. And was grasping for the pent up release into his bubble butt. Things went dark for me.

Oh no. He's using the instinctual skill to put my consciousness into a coma.

1 year later.

"Shawn?? Hello? Are you here?" I woke up because he wasn't in his body.

I found detailed notes. He went on a backpacking trip in Europe. Exploring life from different men's bodies. "Take good care of my body or else, and don't think, or else what? Okay. Be safe. Use condoms."

Oh. I will be having fun tonight.

I was finally going to have fun. I unintentionally came out as gay when I was kissing a man in public on camera. But most people were supportive. A random number texted me, "Really dude? I was on the down low. Whatevs."

Shawn for a couple years returned to his body on holidays, concert tours, and his birthday.

He has become addicted to living lives outside his own. A true body possessor now.

Until he returned in the body of Alex, a famous TikToker with a pretty voice.

"Shawn, how famous would you say he is?"

"Not as famous as me... oh wait. The council. They'll let me off with a warning?"

The supernatural judge returns in his mortal host body to confront the two for a teaching moment... after the council decided the rules need changing. "Famous people are more common now. So, the ancient rule is overturned. Might have been silly in hindsight. No need to worry."

I was given possession powers again. Provided that I work for the council when they rewrite the whole book on body possession law.

The Judge with no name, "The council decided times have changed. The council has new plans. Total world domination from the shadows as an alternative to hiding from it."

Shawn became himself again. I took Alex's body for the time being. And we actually hooked up. And the judge's host body was also horny, so yeah, he took part. Without a body, he was a arrogant voice, but he's so hot right now. Despite sounding like a super villain, he made a great verse bottom.

Fuck. It's too bad the real Alex is straight. I love my new face. Wonder if Shawn would consider a duet in the shower.

It's like a whole new universe.

Why am I in your Boyfriend?

"Why am I in your boyfriend? Hannah, this is really weird. You didn't forget I'm gay, right?"

She retorted, "Of course not, I want you to slay and be fully gay in that cheating asshole. Speaking of which, feel free to use his bubble butt. It's never been used."

"Oh... Well. My body... is nobody in it? Won't it die without a soul or something?"

She looked shocked, "I didn't think about that."

"Well, I'm not dying to leave this body now... so I'm going to let you guys be. And I'll go and be a gay version of Austin. I expect you'll help me later with the bank account and life details later, right?"

She nodded with a face of guilt.

But this body is a big hit down at the gay club. Austin even looks gay. That really helps me attract long lines of men and stares.

This face is so pretty. And the piercing eyes.

Fucking Austin Lucons is packing a big dick. I didn't think to check it out until I was about to get down and dirty with a stud. Must be 8.5 inches long if I had to guess.

He was moaning in ecstasy. Men are going to talk about receiving my dick in the hole like it's some kind a legend. Until it actually becomes one.

Perhaps, as a cosmic joke, after the next few months, some mystical force granted my dick a strange new power.

In a dream I had I was told, "In every generation, one person at a time. One dick. Becomes the Fountain of Youth. Only transferred when the last owner dies. You are the new Fountain of Youth. You may taste it, share it, or conceal its power."

Out of curiosity, I tested it on some 29 year old twink, and he moaned like constant shockwave blasts and chills ran him through. His hair grew thicker. More energy. More of a sex drive like he being horny for his first time.

I used it on every cutie I liked. Word got around. And I liked how everyone wanted me. It was intoxicating.

But then some men in black suits showed up. Threw me in a van, and I'm being drained every hour and my cum is being placed in bottles, probably for the ultra wealthy and powerful.

Austin's body was supposed to be a blessing, not a curse in disguise. That witchy friend of mine better save me somehow. Putting me in her boyfriend, and now this...

I'm a fucking cumming life battery... they could keep me doing this for thousands of years if they force feed me my own... cum. I was drained like a cow for 3 weeks.

I was barely awake when Hannah showed, "hey, bestie. How you slaying the dragon? I might have slayed about 150 agents on the way in here. I combined them into a giant ball of blood, and left it outside. They're probably scared. Governments might hate magic, but they fear it more."

She turned a door into a portal, and dragged me through it after she grabbed a jar of my magic cum...

She sat me down, and offered a deal. "You need protection. I'll gladly give it. But I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Remember I'm gay?" I said confused.

"Right. I forgot to add, I'll let you pick who my new body will be. Any man, and we'll be a gay couple."

"Kinda strange, but alright. Let's try."

1 week later.

"You have great taste in men's bodies." My new boyfriend Matt said.

And we flip fucked. Despite my 8.5 inch dick having magic, his is much larger, at 10.8 inches long, and 6 inches girth. Now, this is the stuff of legends in bed.

"Please go slower." I said, as Matt thrusted inside me.

"You don't go slow when you're inside me... fair is fair as love is love. Don't you want me to love you at full speed?"

I choked on my words, "uh of course, I do. Pound me into oblivion. And feed me my own cum to restore my vitality if you must."

Matt erected his dick to full size in seconds. And was focused on doing just that. Sending me into a place between oblivion and ecstasy.

We were going to live forever. My dick and Matt's powers. No contest.

The Heir of Fortune

My grandfather gave me a sweet new car for my 21st birthday. He offered me his entire fortune, given I let him relive his youth in my body for 24 hours starting tomorrow.

I told him no. It creeped me out. It's my body. I don't have to share it.

Next morning, I awoke to my hands jacking off my dick without my permission.

"Sorry, Tyler. I intended to start you off with false hope. But I was always going to move into your body as my new home. Your father died before I could take him over, but he had you. So, I waited for your body to reach 21 years of age. It's the perfect time to pull off a transference."

I resisted him, my hands shaking in place, "Please get out of me. This is wrong."

"I disagree. This is all so right." As his went outside staring at my bulge, back against the car he got for me or really himself, "Let's go fuck that boyfriend you like so much. I'm going to be the millionaire playboy I have been yearning to be."

He blocked me out after I wouldn't stop complaining. After fucking my boyfriend, he asked him to do porn with him.

Their first video was our bodies getting railed as duo bottom buddies while holding hands with lines of tops taking turns, despite our large dicks. It's beyond humiliating.

Couple years later, he unblocked my internal voice. "How you like being my host body? Enjoying the view?"

"When will this end?" I pleaded.

"Hmmm. If I found a rich husband for my soul to inhabit, then you could have some freedoms restored." He purred and winked at my reflection.

4 months later. He ended up married to my initial boyfriend. Morning of the honeymoon, I had control over my body.

My now husband crawled on top of me, "I found a way to surf between 2 hosts now. No escape from my grip..." he resumed control of my body and hands and gripped my dick. And did the same to the husband.

'Be a good body now. Use this time to relax before rough sex later. The dual grip will be insane."

Fuck. Oh no. He's returning.

The search bar on my phone: "How to evict intruder from your body?"

My thieving grandfather, "Oh, you've been a bad host body, haven't you?" he was getting a hard on.

The husband and my once boyfriend rushed me, and put an amulet of protection around my neck. And he was instantly hijacked by my grandfather. "Let's take that thing off, shall we?"

I ran outside into the street. He was running after me. I tripped over a rock. And bruised my knees. He grabbed the amulet. Ripped it off, but but a moment. We both touched it. My once boyfriend and I had a heart to heart.

"How long has it been since he took your body?"

"21st birthday"

"Almost 3 years?! I'm sorry. There's only one amulet right now. One of us has to run...the other continue to be his victim." He placed the amulet on my neck, and said to run.

I ran. And I continued to do so until a male witch found me. Made another amulet. And gave me an anti possession tattoo.

"I'll never stop searching for you, my lost love. Not until I save you from the thief of your perfect body, and the time we lost to the robbery."

Meanwhile, the thief is question, "As the husband, I still am owed half of the fortune. And I'm still hot. Not a bad deal." flirting with the mirror while the host is cursing him out.

Of course, the grandfather was never true family. Just a body surfing sex addict wanting the good life since year 1712, focused on a family line to retain wealth and good genes.

Thirsty But Drank Too Much Sexy

"Can't wait until that bulge in your pants belongs to me. Straight men. Why do they need all that, and he's got a nice butt. Not fair." I whispered under my breath.

"What? Did you say something?" Tommy asked.

"No. Just thinking to myself. " shrugging my shoulders.

I plucked strands of hair off his head, and said, "I think I saw a spider, but it's probably gone now." as he freaked out making sure there was none.

Later, I used the hair to complete a body swap spell between us. This tier of dark magic is undetectable. I'm going to be Tommy very soon. All that is going to be mine.

"Let us detach from ourselves and rebind to an opposing new vessel. A new home. A new body. But still ourselves within." The smoke and flame went out. And the spellbound textbook faded into another dimension.

The next morning, I opened my eyes, and the world felt bright. I jumped up like Christmas morning with morning wood. And man, it was bigger than I imagined. Dropped my underwear in front of the bathroom mirror. An impressive 9 inch long and 6 inches girth around.

My new face could be a model. And a smile that could melt an avalanche.

I'm fucking Tommy. So sexy. He called demanding that I undo this. I played the fool, claiming it's not my fault. He didn't believe me.

I downloaded dating apps. Found someone as hot as Tommy, packing heat in the front and a party out back. Twice the fun. And more than what I could have hoped for. Apparently, he knew Tommy back in high-school and had a crush on him. And I apologized for "forgetting" him by letting the hottie fuck me first.

The former Tommy showed up during our having of sex. And we kicked him out. I whispered into his ear, "I don't how you did it, but thanks for giving me this amazing body." I lied.

Later that week, he incorrectly performed possession magic and tried taking me over and failed. Then he tried hijacking my boyfriend. They fought for control while I helped by making the process uncomfortable for the intruder.

The best topping ever done to his ass happened that very night. Unknown to me, the real Tommy was bisexual. And actually won, with access to his memories.

Next morning, I woke up handcuffed to the bed. "Hey... hot stuff, what is going on?"

"Taking it back like I intended, and keeping the boyfriend as he's on my side now after explaining how you stole my body." He sneered.

"Oh. Fuck." I panicked. "Let's negotiate or something? Please let me keep your sexy body."

"No!" Tommy inserted his borrowed dick up his rightful butt. "I reverse and undo the curse. Bring me back and flip our fates." Cum shot up me, and Tommy's 9 inch dick pulled onto my consciousness and shot me out into a twink body 5 miles away.

I tried contacting them, but told me to "fuck off, and you're sealed inside that twink for 2 years by the way."

I showed up, begging for release in one form or another. "Please I'll be your bottom or your 3rd. You're both my types. Either that or a new body..."

And they looked at each other's eyes. And used me. "Tommy whispered into my ear, "you'll only leave that Twink when we say you can. And we know that Twink will help us keep you trapped in there..."

Thrust after thrust inside me, I moaned. But the Twink took control, "that's enough for today. The prisoner will remain inside me for the remainder of the 2 years and then he'll be offered a job for investigations into magical crime.

"What? No! Let me go, you submissive twink!"

He turned inward, "Get cozy in here with the others." He laughed.

"Others?" I thought. And other voices called out, "what kind of body did you try and steal?"

I ignored them. I just wanted to fight for dominance of this twink body. The other voices said to quit. But eventually, I broke through with perseverance.

The host body took my place in the mental background. I had a body again. All be it one horny bottom. But Tommy will pay for doing this to me. Oh fuck it, forget him. I'll find someone else to swap with.

Fuck. I'm thirsty.

Need to find that old spellbook. But it faded away after dark magic use.

Until then. This twink body has needs.

Arthur's Awaited Resurrection (fan fiction)

Merlin has long missed Arthur's presence since the forgotten times of Camelot. He could never forget how he died only 300 meters away from the lake that could've healed him.

And now, the most of the world had forgotten magic and a sense of wonder with Earth on the verge of a 3rd world war.

Merlin spends his days in a secluded cabin, meditating, letting time simply pass, holding on to magic like a gravestone. He has no friends. No family. Just sorrow stemming from immortality without anyone to share it with.

Arthur is supposed to return when the world needs him most, but those may have just been words of comfort.

Merlin needs his friend. He decided to create a new magic using modern science as inspiration. He opened a time capsule from the days of Camelot. He once cast a preservation spell on it to prevent its erosion. Within it contains hope. Arthur's sword. Not to be confused with Excalibur.

The sword may still contain Arthur's DNA, but without a body, there's nothing his spirit can bind to.

If he wanted Arthur, someone had to become his host, his body. But who?

Merlin has had situationships through the ages, but they're always compared to his friend. Letting go was never Merlin's specialty. He started dating men like he was doing interviews. Unknown to them. They were candidates for Arthur's soul.

Merlin's dating photo:

Many hundreds of dates later, a handsome man named Brayden kept talking "Why don't we skip dinner? My dick and yours are great appetizers. We can eat afterwards. My parents are ultra wealthy, you know, into politics, stocks, you name it. We can eat like kings later. "

Merlin smiled and laughed, "I'd like to think a king would be more well mannered. But they were also on occasion. A brat. A 'clot pole' even. Don't know what that is, but they'd be that."

Merlin and Brayden went on and dated for 7 months. Everything was perfect.

Brayden was using his "clot pole" as they used to say in Camelot, was pleasurable in hitting Merlin's G spot.

Merlin popped the question, "Will you act out a fantasy with me? With me as the king, and you, servant." Brayden thought the request was strange, but wanted to please him. He played along.

Brayden danced, "My highness, anything I can do to serve you in my so not humble bedroom?: Merlin nodded, "Lay on the bed and prepare to be entered by your kingship." He seductively complied.

Merlin brought out Arthur's old sword, laying it on Brayden's chest, and as his eyes glowed that golden spark, the room went flickering dark and golden rays. As he chanted in the tongue of old magic and new technique, he moved rope with his mind to keep Brayden stable.

Arthur's spirit and ghost form appeared, "Merlin! How long as it been? The afterlife is mundane without you." Merlin quickly said, "There's no time. Get in him now!" Merlin's eyes glowed golden and moved him into Brayden's body.

Brayden begged, "No way. This can't be real. Get out of me! Merlin. Help me."

Merlin disassociating, "Sorry, I'm busy helping someone else. Forgive me, but please let Arthur borrow your body. I'll make sure he takes good care of it."

"Was any of it real?" were Brayden's last words before Arthur awoke to the new body.

"Woah, I was never this muscular when I was alive!" as he felt up his muscles and anticipating the bulge...

"Well, they got gyms and exercise knowledge for that sort of thing." Merlin glared.

Arthur looked at him, "I think I'm seeing memories that aren't mine... we fucked? Well, not me, but Brayden did... why am I here Merlin?"

"I don't know. I'm just alone. I've been alone. Noone remembers the world the way I do. I wanted to reclaim a piece of the past. I wanted you. The one I couldn't save. Maybe it's selfish, but here we are-"

Arthur as Brayden, "I'm not longer the king I was, gone are the constraints of my past. I never allowed myself to consider men as lovers. I was king. Needed a queen for an heir. But none of that matters now." The new Brayden pulled Merlin closer, and hugged him close like in a time now unforgotten.

The light in Arthur's or rather Brayden's eyes have never been brightest when he was experiencing the world anew. But then Brayden's eyes glowed a distinct green and plants started reacting to him, as if the Earth itself was obeying his call.

Brayden decidedly stated, "Maybe I'll stay a while. See what wonders are in store for me. Come over here. I want to see if Brayden's memories will hold a candle to experiencing sex with you. Merlin you really do look pretty, like royalty standards in my time..."

"Stop talking. And let yourself have it already."

Brayden reacted, "You can't talk to me like that, I am your King." Merlin laughed, "Sorry, your highness. But I'm no serving boy, and you're no King."

They were both turned on by the banter, and engaged in what they should have considered long ago in a time and place of Magic... Merlin eyes glowed golden and started telekinesis thrusting Brayden's dick for him to really get the spot. Which only made him put all of his strength into pushing deeper aggressively until he heard Merlin moan repeatedly.

What comes around goes around.

Meanwhile, on a side quest, Brayden's command of nature allows him to lightning strike nuclear missiles with an added enchantment of nullifying energies to prevent explosions from occurring. Saving the world on a constant basis while fucking his legendary wizard of a boyfriend.

Seems like Arthur is staying as Brayden since he can reverse age using the same magics as Merlin.

Deep within Arthur's mind, the host Brayden is fuming. Few weeks later, he gained control of body, threatened Merlin, "Remove your boyfriend from my body.

"I think not. Arthur loves the life your body has granted him. I'm sorry, you seemed like a nice guy. But I deserve to do one thing selfishly with my powers.

Time for you to leave. Maybe we'll find you a suitable replacement body. Thanks Brayden. You saved my King Arthur." The host soul shot out of his big dick. Leaving the new one and true Brayden in charge. Merlin placed the once soul of Brayden in a stone called Merlinite where he'll experience no time.

Brayden took a deep breath against the bed. "That was terrifying. I had no control. Is that how he felt?"

Merlin comforted him, "It's alright. We'll find him a new body and life, one that is worthy of him and worthy to be taken."

They kissed. Brayden hugged Merlin tightly. And they cuddled in bed before Brayden fell fast asleep.

Our Eternal Flame

Some time ago, when gay men were wrongly being hunted by extremists, my boyfriend and I were about to be murdered. But a violet haired witch showed up claiming to be descendant of Aphrodite, Cupid, and a long line of witch and fairy folk.

She slayed the evil men with a breath that ruptured their eardrums. And she looked at my boyfriend Owen, and myself. "You guys almost died. You're lucky I was here, but say, you guys seem kinda fragile. Maybe I could help you with that as long as you promise to never become like that nearly ended you here today..."

She approached us. She asked us to show our hands, and she pricked them with sharp wooden needle looking things. "Hey! That really hurt!" She made some chanting noises, spit on the bloody needle things, and pricked us again with it. She was lightning fast with it too. No way she was any mortal woman.

"Done!" She exclaimed! We responded confused, "Done with what?" She looked at with it intent. "I have given you two a very important gift. It's how it works: You may take new bodies for yourselves but only when together and of those who aren't pure of heart. If your love for each other fades, so too will this gift unless the love is rekindled before it's magical flame is gone forever. Do you guys understand?"

Owen spoke, "Magic is real? That's so fucking cool! I want to learn more."

The violet haired witch smiled, "One thing at a time, kid." Owen rolled his eyes, "I'm not a kid, I'm 22 tears, I mean years old." She was like, "I am over three thousand years old."

We both started laughing, and she said, "I know I look great for my age, and magic isn't a toy for the untrained, although perhaps it is for the experts..." and she turned into rainbow colored mist and rose into the moonlight above cloudy skies.

It wasn't until a few years later that we actually tried using our gift. Well, until we were forced in a corner by some college men in a frat. They were taunting us "Hey, stop checking us out freaks, let's break their balls and then some!"

I looked to my left while my leg felt broken, and Owen writhing in pain said, "Remember that one gift, it's time to try it, Dai."

Owen's body soon appeared lifeless as one of the men in the back of the group pulled down the jeans of the atrocious leader, revealing a big bulge in the underwear. He was turned on?! What is wrong with that psycho?" The leader yelled, "What the fuck, Benny?" Owen scoffed, "So, that's this asshole's name... what's yours? Come on Dai, the water is warm."

I hesitated, but I did it after looking into his eyes with strong intent. He I awoke to those pulled down pants, and brought my new hand to cusp the bulge. "Woah- this is new..."

The other frat bros nearby grew confused and terrified. "Owen, maybe we should try all of them on for size and select the best ones?"

"Great idea Dai! I think Benny here has a small dick." He went through possession on the remaining 7 men, and settled on a winner. Based on his ID, his name was Holden. A thick dick that's 7.5 inches long. At which point triggered some memories from the jerk's body.

I unfortunately triggered some memories too, but at least it was helpful. We still retained our good hearts. And made our new bodies pay by having a good time.

But that was over 30 years ago... we have taken better bodies since then. No shortage of men who are less than pure of heart. Although, we have been mistaken before and the magic failed because they were in fact, pure of heart.

Our current bodies used to belong to homophobic yet very sexy straight men with rich yet sketchy families. They were given everything. Now, we have everything, given our new families don't find out about us having sex, we would prefer access to that money; To them we're just best friends and roommates. It's just easier to have fun and deal with problems as they arise.

An aunt of my body caught us, but she's an ally. She won't say anything for sure because we bribed her, besides we could always creatively leave and quickly return to these bodies and keep the money flowing somehow. I go by Skylar now and my love's current body is Orion. Sometimes, we role-play our bodies resistant to us loving each other between the thrusts and kisses. But in reality, together we are bulletproof souls in the wind.

By inhabiting the world's worst and or less than best men... that we also think are super sexy... we make the world a much better place. 😌

Thank you to the Violet Haired Witch.