Swap Shark Tale: Face of the Company.
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.
Swap Shark is out of control. Nobody hot is safe from their greedy possession of perfection. If they aren't stopped, they'll eventually skip legal contracts and just become who they want.












