Fates in Grey

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.

Superpower Bottom

I think I messed up when I willingly accepted to swap bodies with this guy. He seemed so perfect, like why give it away?

I met Cory at a concert. Seemed like he was trying to hide. We made eye contact. He offered me his body to live in. Said I was cute. I wanted to think about it, but as he walked away, I changed my mind, and said yes.

We went to a body swapping facility nearby and signed paperwork. First thing I noticed after swapping was how my new ass felt like an open sky. I looked to my old face, and he was relaxing and maybe relieved.

I called my old friend Liam to tell him the news. And he came over. He was staring at my dick, and then checked my posterior. "You even got a nice bubble butt! Can I touch?"

"Sure" I told him. He felt static electricity when he did, and laughed. He asked for sex, and I said, "why not, you'll be my first time in a new body." We got around to flip fucking, and he entered my ass.

"My dick is stuck. It feels good though. WHAT IS GOING ON?" he freaked out. I felt his dick growing inside me. Once it filled the entirety of my insides, it released it. And man, did he go from scared to super excited.

"I got a monster sized dick now! This is amazing. That ass gave me a monster... dude that ass could make us, I mean you so much money. Who wouldn't pay for a bigger dick?"

"I think i know why the original owner gave me his body now... and an ass this coveted isn't safe to own... only topping now for now... please don't tell anyone. Hopefully, there aren't many others that do as well. But Cory did seem very relieved when he became me."

Liam kept eyeing my ass... "Dude we should call you a Superpower Bottom because that bottom packs so much power."

"Not funny, Liam."

Liam already told his best friends to come... I was upset when they arrived. To keep them quiet. They all got the bigger dicks they wanted. It took 3 hours for all 10 of them. I was dehydrated afterwards. It takes energy that I don't really have.

I packed a bag. And went somewhere I wouldn't be known. I stopped at a gas station. Ran into my old body by chance. Asked for it back. He declined. He did ask for a quick fuck... I figured i could keep asking for it back if I let him. My former body's dick grew to 9 inches. And he was on his way... guess I'm Cory forever unless I trick someone. Or maybe I'll become famous for this, and hire a protection detail. That settles it. I'm Cory the famous Superpower Bottom and verse top...

A Wish for Immortality

The genie gave me 3 wishes as you'd expect.

I asked for a biggest dick any guy could want, Secondly, a body loved by everyone, and lastly, immortality. All in one long run-on sentence...

The genie granted them all at the same time, but nothing happened. He smirked, and said, "You'll figure it out soon enough."

Weeks gone by, and on my way to work I had a heart attack at only 24 years old.

I woke up and saw a foreign bedroom. I stood up in a frenzy. I saw it. My dick was a absolutely beautiful nightmare to behold. Must be over 10 inches fully erect. I started to readjust my new package while admiring my new body in the mirror.

The memories hit me like a freight train. This body used to belong to a straight dude. "Sorry man, but this dick is only for men I deem fit enough to take up the massive privilege. And this body was a straight porn star? Well, no matter. It's mine now. A cover story of being a closet case and offering no explanations should be okay for now. "

"Fuck this dick is aching for release, but I think I'll refuse the urge for now. Time to hit up gay bars and apps. I'll need to find a worthy hookup soon, before my new Mount Blood Rusher dick erupts."

"He's a cutie." I thought. We talked it over and he was down to make out after I asked. And we went over to my new place after. After topping him with what felt like a power hose, he wanted to top me too. I nodded. And he was really sweet about it too.

WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME

"I let you take up space in my body because you lost your own saving me from the gunman. But my girlfriend left me because she thinks I'm gay. I'm only awake 10% of the time now in my own fucking body. Shouldn't it be the other way around. How is your mind so strong? Please let me live my own life. Wait. Why is my dick hard?"

"Sorry Jace, Can we talk later? I got a cute date coming over. I think he might be the one. He loves my dick. And he's bringing a cake big enough for the both of us. Oh right. You're not gay. You should go back to sleep."

He resisted, but the will of the gay man inside him was that much stronger in hogging all the brain power. Forcing the old Jace into a coma after that, leaving the new and gay Jace, a raging storm of hormones. He let in the muscular twunk and eyed down his ass as he let him walk upstairs in front of him.

Sorry Man

"I wasn't gonna just let you die. You're my favorite person, you're still you. Just in a different body. Please don't be upset with me. I'm sure the body is a good one. Rest in peace it's former owner though... "

"Are you for real?? By saving me, you let this man die in my place, and I feel like I'm trespassing on sacred ground. I can't even play with the massive hard on because I don't think I deserve it."

"You didn't do anything to not deserve it. I did it to save you. So blame me if you need to, but you do owe me some gratitude for saving you. I mean... if you wanna, it'd be a shame to waste that body's potential for a fun time." as I eyed the bulge.

"Fine. But I'm not putting maximum effort into it..."

"If you say so..." as we passionately made out.

Magical Contracts

Luke didn't read the terms and conditions when he installed the PossessYou app. Now, he is being Possessed by a flamboyant gay man who is going to make him money as an only fans model. Some contracts are magically binding. Luke is gay too, but this guy barely sleeps. He eventually blacked out.

It's been 7 months, and the dude finally left. He left a note in his boxer briefs of all places.

"You never set a time limit. But the company forced me to leave before the 8 month mark, so you couldn't sue." Luke was upset, but saw his abundant bank account. And thought maybe he'd be okay. Until he stood up and his ass was sore.

The King's Body Draft pt.2

From the King's perspective:

I really lucked out when choosing Dustin here as my new body. And yes, I like to go by the birth names of my new bodies. I find it incredibly hot. He's been busy making a fool of my last one, and I did order him to use the body's name: Darren. Something about D names and bigger dicks. I can't allow him to misbehave any longer.

"What am I going to do with you? That body is prime real-estate. I could rent it out or give it away for so much money using royal family secret body swapping techniques. Since, all you want to do is bottom in a masculine body meant for topping twinks. Maybe you should be one."

Darren speaks, "What? I'm not your toy. You steal my body. Even my ex hooked up with you. Besides, I topped plenty off camera. Harming your reputation is the least revenge."

I laughed at him, and showed him to one of those twinks with an only fans account. "He already paid for the soul transfer. Which means you're swapping bodies right now." He clearly thought of running, but gave up the thought. Said he already embarrassed me enough with a glare in his eyes.

The 23 year old twink named Cody entered the room. And they were hooked up to a machine channeling an ancient spiritual talisman. It was completed. The new Cody looked vulnerable and had felt up his large bubble butt and 6 pack abs. Every new body is different. Some offer more pleasure for bottoming. And he figuring that out as the new Darren is playing with his monster bulge. Cody said, "Know what? I like this body. I'm keeping it!" as he was walking out, both the hunks in the room stopped him. "Not so fast, we have loads we need you to carry."

Cody became the royal cum dump, to even Dustin, his true original body used by the King's greedy yet horny spirit. Cody as he now lays can only take so much.

We were trapped inside those rings for decades as worn by our bodies. Our immortal bodies by birthright are probably still out there having fun with the bodies we had taken from us. The outside world has become a mere whisper. Just when I thought I was going to fade completely, I came to see myself in a new body. A man was asking me if I wanted to buy it. "Buy what?" I asked. "The ring you tried on of course." I then bought the ring with debit card I found in my wallet. I left what seemed to be a pawn shop. The other soul trapped ring could be in there too,I thought. I went back in and searched for it as the man behind the counter was beginning to look confused and perhaps, a little angry for some reason. I found the ring that seemed familiar enough. And tried to buy it. The debit card declined. So, I took it and ran off. I found the car that belongs to my new body. And used Google maps on his phone to find his house. I finally had time to check out the new self in the bathroom. Until I got interrupted by a boyfriend named Colt that seemed to come with the body that he called Blake. I then had an idea. A fake proposal to get him to wear the ring containing Felix. I kissed him. We got horns. Or did I mean horny? After the sex was deemed amazing. I offered him the ring as a stylist choice and to see if it fit. Colt felt funny after putting it on, and was trying to take it off. I tried to slow him down.

"Hey, um Felix? You there?" Colt looked at me, and said, "Who the duck is Felix?" I figured maybe the ring lacked enough magic, so I shared from my ring. Colt screamed at me, "What was that voice? Get out of me. This is... wait... you're not my boyfriend." as he collapsed into our queen sized bed.

He woke up, and we celebrated having actually good bodies after having our original ones taken. Might be hypocritical, but surviving can become non negotiable. And living even more so.

We got to checking ourselves out in the mirror. And the rest was great. There's a new Colt and Blake in this city. And we plan on making up for lost time. Finding our original bodies could take a while, so might as well get laid in these surprisingly well endowed men. We even seem to stay in control when a ring accidentally comes off. Time will tell the secrets of this mystery. "Colt, it's no fair. Why did I have to inhabit the verse bottom. That dick looks so addicting to use." He responded, "Because fate can be cruel such as when you stop moaning a beautiful song, and I never want you to stop." Just before, we hit another round. "OH by the way, I kinda robbed a pawn shop that had your soul trapped ring..." And as he was panting, "What?"

The King's Body Draft

Ever since our king discovered a way to swap into younger bodies, he's being putting all the realm's best men into a list of candidate bodies. The unlucky winner became the King's new vessel while the host body's soul is forced into either his last vessel or someone else depending on the situation.

This year, I was drafted for letting myself get too sexy I guess. Now, the more I try to act like a fool, the more attention I got. Once I made eye contact with the King's current vessel, he smirked after checking what I was packing 😏, "This is the one! Get him ready."

I ran far and fast, but after opening the doors, the King's guards pushed me back inside, strapped me down as I begged to not be his chosen body. "Please choose someone else. My dick isn't even the best. It's only like 7 inches, come on man! "

His brought his face down to my own and made some sinister comments, "Know your worth and your girth. Your body is fit for a king. Any last requests before you get transfered?"

"I don't know. Let me choose my new body or I wouldn't mind extra time before losing my-"

"Stop that" the King said. "I am in charge. You get no say unless I say you do. I was thinking like sex with a special someone. But I digress. As for a new body, you'll have to settle for this 32 year old hunk. It's still attractive, but no longer in its prime like you are. If you want a new body of your choosing, then you'll have to do something for me."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"To test the body from the outside, so I know how others will see me."

"Fine, you might be a creep, but the body is decent i suppose..."

He made sure that the sex was rough after that. I bottomed despite my large package. I thought I got lucky when he passed out during it, that I made a run for it, but I felt like I was being watched. It was then I knew. "Please don't do this, sire. We can talk about this-"

My dick got hard. And my voice said, "it's time for you to leave" as my body approached the King's former vessel and entered my thick 7 inch dick into it's bubble butt. I fought so hard to stay put, but his highness has had too much practice taking new bodies.

I blacked out for a minute.

I awoke to a painful rod launched up my ass. I looked behind. It was me. It used to be me. "I hate you." I said to him. And he took it too hard as he thrusted in with no mercy. Moaning, I continued to beg to not be left in this body for too long. He said no words, and left his chambers with me in it.

I stood up and went to a bathroom mirror to get a good look at the new me. "I really hate you for picking me, you greedy thief! This body better be worth losing 10 years of my life, not that you gave me any choice!" I spat onto the mirror and made a video of myself massaging the King's old body in a goofy manner that I am forced to inherit. He'll probably punish me for this, but so be it.