Male Possession

The straight couple on the beach ruined my peaceful afternoon, but they provided me with a golden opportunity.

I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but I did catch the closer. The woman yelled “Luis, you’re not mature enough to be a dad!” and stormed away. The young man looked dejected and hurt, and had started strolling absenet mindly along the shore.

The woman was missing out, in my opinion. The dude was tall, ripped, tanned, and good enough to be my dad. He left his tanktop on his towel, exposing his amazing chest. He was wearing a snapback, classic bro attire, and which obscured his face. I decided to get a better look and test out a trick I’d been working on.

He didn’t notice me come up to him, “hey there, I couldn’t help but over hear that fight, bro.”

He seemed slightly taken back that I would care, but replied “yeah, just because I’m immature and like to fool around doesn’t mean I’m going to be a bad dad someday. I don’t have to end my sex life just to have kids. Dumb skank, she’s the real immature one.”

I resisted rolling my eyes. “Yeah, dude, she was totally out of line.” I tried my best to emphasize. “She should count herself lucky that you’d even want to be her kids’s dad.” I hadn’t known if this was true, but I hoped it was so I could steer the conversation in a certain direction.

“Damn straight, bro. I don’t know why everyone says I’m immature, people need to chill. I wish I could convince people otherwise.” Bingo, the bro himself steered this conversation where I wanted it. “I know I a way,” I offered. He seemed intrigued. “I’m a hypnotist,” I explained, “I could very easily make you more mature, or at least teach you how to act like it. I can even help with stuff like gym goals and willpower, not that you need that.”

He hadn’t expected the compliment and it took the shock away from my weird offer.

His face was between laughter and shock, “Haha, that’s shit’s real? Like that would work”.

“I can prove it right now. $20 says I can’t hypnotize you.” I appealed to the competitive nature of most bros.“

“Haha, deal. I don’t got my wallet on me bro, but I’ll bet you my snapback.” The bro held out his hand for shake Even better. “Deal!” i yelled, I quickly gripped his hand and yanked his body toward me. This was an instant induction that worked like a charm.

He leaned against me, eyes closed, breathing slowed,and talked through the rest of the induction. I the propped him up and started with the meat of the session.

“You’re feeling very relaxed. Everything is good and whatever I words I tell you are true and calming. You will return to this state of relaxation and understanding whenever I say “sleep!”. Nod if you understand.

He did.

“Soon you will wake up feeling relaxed and cheerful. But know this, when you next hear the words ‘muscle daddy’ your world will change. You will become a muscle builder at a competition. All your present fitness goals have been achieved and surpassed. You will have all the muscles you ever wanted and will feel on top of the world. It will be your turn to show off and flex. I will be the judge and announcer. Do your best to win the competition! Do you understand?”

He nodded.

“Good,” I cooed. “Understanding all of this to be true, you will wake up from this trance at my command, blissful and relaxed, not consciously remembering this conversation but ready to change when you hear the words ‘muscle daddy’.

“Counting down: 5, gaining focus, 4 feeling strong, 3 standing tall, 2 waking up, 1 WAKE UP”

The bro’s head raising up, his shoulder rollingled back, his eyes blinked in the beating sun, and a smile emerged from his face.

“Hhmm, what just happened? Did I really -?”

“Become a muscle daddy?” I interjected.

He stopped mid-sentence and his eyes wideded so much that his sunglasses didn’t obscure it.

I quickly jumped in as the role of an announcer, “Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Gun Show! Our final contestant is the wonderful Luis! Give him a hand”

The bro quickly got into character and pretended he was recieving applause.

“No hats allowed, Luis. Give it here, ” I said.

He tossed it over to me without question.

“Now Luis, strut yourself!”

The bro was a natural in the role. He enthusiastically flexed his biceps, started posing, danced his pecs, and doing push-ups. He even started rubbing his chest, exploring what he imagined to be his new body. It was the quite the performance.

Once I got my fill, I chimed back. “That was truly spectacular. I think that deserves a perfect 10!”

He bellowed “YES!” and started pumping his fists. Thankfully, we were alone in this stretch of beach.

“Now Luis, as your prize you will wake up at my command, remembering all of this and feeling spectacular. Wake up!”

He stopped his fist pumps, but he was still smiling and had let out a laugh. Now wearing his snapback, I quickly applauded him, touched the brim of his hat, and said “I’ll be keeping this.”

“Wow, I can’t believe that happened, bro! It felt so real! I mean it was kind of queer, but I least you didn’t make me act like a chicken or some shit!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it! I know you lost the best, but I hope it was an enlightning experience.” I paused, planned my next move, and continued, “Now as promised. I’ll help you with your maturity.”

He’d forgotten that part of the conversation, “wait, what-?”

“Sleep!,” I commanded. He instantly fell asleep, eyes shut, head down, standing still, his golden skin glistening in the sun. I admired his beauty and realized he couldn’t have been older than 25, my age. That wouldn’t stop what I had in mind though. Making my a man think they were at a bodybuilder competition was easy, now would come the real test of my talents.

“Luis, feel relaxed and calm. Let yourself be at easy, thoughts sailing away from your mind. Your head is filled with only the calm breeze of the sea and my words.

“Understand that everything I say is true and becomes your world. In turn, you must be open and speak the truth. Say ‘yes’ if you understand.”

“Yes”, he robotically replied.

“Good. Now Luis, I’m going to help you out. I promised I would make you more mature, and that’s what I’ll do. You said you want to be a dad one day, and I’ll be able to make that happen.”

“Luis, I want you to answer the following questions. First, why do you want to be a dad?”

“I want to prove to people that I can do it. My papi was never around, and I want to do better with my kid. I want somebody to look up to me, like I wanted to with my papi.”

“Would you say even worship you?”

“Sure”, he responded.

“Excellent. Now second, what do you think makes a good dad?”

“Hmm, someone stoic, manly, there for you, teaches you how to be a man.”

“Good answers, Luis. You’ve forgotten some stuff, though. Let’s add to that; a daddy is also mature, compassionate, providing, and tender towards their son. Understood?”

“Yes”

“Great. Very soon you will be all of those things. The first thing you need to do is break up with your girlfriend, if you haven’t already. She’s too immature for a strong adult like you.” He nodded.

“Second, you will leave this beach a mature adult. You will stop being rude to people, stop the cursing and cut it out with the "bros”, you will stop wearing snapbacks and start dressing more like a hot dad. You will take your fitness and career very seriously. Focusing on both these will allow you to provide for your future son and make you more of a man.

He nodded.

“Now most importantly, we will discuss how you will become a dad. You need not marry a woman and sire a son to be a dad. You told me earlier you still wanted to fuck once you are dad. I can tell this is important to you. You deserve hot sex and someone who can provide it and will worship you. What you want is to be a daddy to a good sexy boy. You may have not considered this option in the past, but you understand now that this is what you want.

"You will be everything that make a good daddy. Mature, manly, handsome, fit, a provider, a protector, compassionate or and totally loving of your son.

"You live to fuck your boy, to treat him right, to have him blow you. You will teach him how to be a man; how to eat right, work out, how to take a cock, how to suck a dick, and how to fuck.

"You will provide for your boy, love him, and he will love and worship you. He will call you ‘daddy’, and all will be right. "I will be your boy. We will fuck. We will love each other, you will be my daddy, and I will worship you. We may be close in age, but that won’t matter. You find me very attractive and are eager to help me develop as a man, eat right, and build muscle. "You are gay. You always been, now you can be true to yourself. "You understand this to be true. This is your reality. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“These truths will take hold in your mind. They will be cemented when I, your boy, call you "daddy”. We will soon part ways, but will reunite next week in town. In the mean time, dump your girlfriend, get some mature clothes, and make any preparation you need to become a daddy to a boy.“

"You will wake up at my command not consciously remembering this conversation, but taking everything I said to be true. 5 this is a great day in your life, 4 feeling more wonderful, 3 more mature, 2 waking up, 1, wake up!”

Luis, the former bro, raised his head and opened his eyes. “Did it work?”, he asked.

“I think so. You won’t remember this, but I made you more mature and confident, and threw some stuff about the gym.”

“Wonderful. About the gym, maybe we can have a fitness oriented session sometime?”

“I would love to.” I took his phone and entered my details. “Let’s meet at the Square at 5:00 next Saturday.”

I returned the phone. “It was nice meeting you, Luis”

“Likewise.” He shook my hand, he hand a strong grip. “Enjoy the hat, kid”, and walked off back the way he came.

Next Week

Luis was early. He hadn’t noticed me come into the square and I took the time to size up my prize. He had on a leather jacket and crisp dress shirt. He was wearing an expensive looking watch, and had grown out his stubble. I hadn’t asked him to shave his head, I thought he looked better with a full head of hear. He didn’t look like the conventional ‘daddy’, but he was perfect to me.

I sneaked up and yelled “daddy!”

He turned, his bored expression turning to delight. He grabbed me in a bear hug and lifted me off the ground. He placed me back down and went in a for passionate kiss.

His big tan arms wrapped around me and his tall and muscular frame enveloped me. I felt warm and protected.

“So good to see you, boy! I know we agreed to have a fitness session, but I think we should get some food instead, my treat, after I can show you home. We have a lot to talk about. Do you plan on moving in? I’ve prepared a space for you.”

I was surprised. I had considered this idea, but did not expected my new daddy to bring it up so soon. My place was garbage, and I was eager to move out.

“That would be amazing! Thanks so much, daddy.” He beamed at the final world. It filled him with ecstasy. For the first time in Luis’ life, he felt things were going right. His new attitude and confidence got him hired for a new high paying job in the last week, his bitchy girlfriend move out, making way for a catch of a boy.

We walked to the pizza place with his arm over my shoulder. I was wearing his old snapback. He playfully grabbed my head, shook the hat and hair underneath, remarking, “it looks good on you, kid.”

***

He eagerly brought me back to see the apartment. He gave me the tour and showed me a recently made spare room with a PS4 and neatly folded clothes of his he’d “outgrown” and given me to me. I turned around to meet his eyes stroked his pecs. “Thank you daddy! How ever can I repay you?”

He lifted me off the ground and said “I think I know a way” as he carried me to the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his golden muscles.

“Fuck me daddy,” I said as I took off mine.

“You like what you see, boy? I worked hard for these muscles”, he said while flexing, “worked hard to please my boy and provide for you.”

“I know. Thank you daddy”. We were both on the bed now and I began rubbing and kissing his pecs and and abs.

Zayn had texted me asking me to come over for an urgent favor. He wouldn’t elaborate so I could only assume it had to be something incredibly private, to the point that he didn’t want any record of it in our messages. When pressed, he would only answer that he needed someone that he could trust completely. I pulled up to his duplex, hurried over to his door and knocked. He opened the door and beckoned me in, thanking me for getting there as quickly as I could. Zayn was clearly home alone; he was dressed only in a black tank top, a gray pair of boxer briefs, and black socks.

“Hey Zayn, are you ok?” I asked as we hugged.

“I’m ok, I just need your help and I trust you more than anyone else here, honey.”

My heart skipped a beat. It had been some time since he had last called me that. Between being called “honey” and seeing his lean, hairy physique in such form-fitting clothes it was hard to quelch down my feelings for him. We had only ever been friends, and extremely close ones at that. While I was content with the emotional closeness, part of me always wished for something physical to come of it. I fought down that rush before I got distracted mentally--and before I could end up staring at his body.

As he guided me to his room I asked, “So what’s up then? What has you so worked up?” Despite his roommates being gone for the day, he ushered me into his room before answering, checking behind us to make absolutely sure no one else was around then closed the door firmly.

“So,” Zayn paused, mulling over his words, “I… I think I’ve gotten to the point in my fitness where I can take myself apart like those other muscled gays.”

I stood there dumbfounded, and felt my blood rush to my face. Recently, gay men who hit a certain level of muscle mass had found they could detach parts of themselves without injury and all parts could continue to move independently. I had eagerly jacked off to many of the influencers I followed showing off these newly found skills. They could remove their head and have their body flex near them, some would pose nude while having their detached hand cover their crotch, and some would collaborate to hold each other’s heads or hold their friend’s arm as it gave the finger. Then there was the stuff you could find on OnlyFans these days.

“You think you can separate or do you know?” I asked. “I’m happy to help you try it out, but I don’t want to end up accidentally snapping your neck!”

A light grimace went across his normally placid face. “I know, actually.” He took a breath and continued, “A few nights ago I was hooking up with a guy and he assumed that I already could take my head off, so as we were making out he gave it a tug.”

I had to adjust my sitting position in order to hide my growing boner at the thought. “Go on.”

Zayn made a nervous cough. “So when he pulled up, my head actually did come off! After that it was a disaster. My body freaked out and kneed him right in the stomach! When the guy dropped my head--on the bed thank god--my body scrambled to find me in a blind frenzy. The guy kept apologising as my headless body felt around for me, and when it did find me it slammed me back on my neck. Walter, it was terrifying. I felt so powerless just lying there as a head while my poor body was panicked and confused.”

As I listened my eyes kept going towards his torso, imaging the scene. Hairy, leanly muscled, and sporting a generous bulge even while flaccid, his body was a fine specimen. The sheer thought of it acting on its own while headless was making me so horny it was hard to breathe.

“Walter?” Zayn prompted. “Sorry if this is a shock.”

I swallowed and said, “Sorry, it’s a lot to take in at once but it’s all right, Zayn. I’m just glad you didn’t get hurt. What happened then?”

“Well, once he understood that I hadn’t done that before and I made it clear I didn’t want to do that again, we just kinda finished. In fact, he took off his own head so we could still make out while I fucked him from behind.” He took a breath and looked down. “Actually, since guys have been able to do this, I’ve found it to be pretty hot and wished I could do it myself. It’s so arousing how his and other guys’ bodies remain so calm and affectionate when separated, compared to mine which becomes a nervous wreck.”

“Yeah, it is oddly hot isn’t it?” I played off with a nervous laugh. “So, the reason you brought me over here then was to help you practice taking your head off in a safe environment?”

Zayn nodded. “Exactly. You’re the only person I trust not to lose his mind when I come apart and won’t take advantage of my body or anything else while separated.”

I was honored that he trusted me with this and would do anything to avoid betraying his trust. Though it was going to be a real trial to control myself while around his headless body.

“Hey, you can count on me! Just relax and let me know when you’re ready to start and what you need me to do.”

Zayn’s face relaxed into a relieved expression, “Thanks, honey, I’m really grateful for this.”

We took a few moments to clear things around his room; tucked away any tripping hazards, slid the mirrored closet doors to the side, and moved anything else that might pose a danger to an uncertain body. When we felt ready to proceed, Zayn stood squarely in front of me.

“All right Walter, I want you to stand right here close in front of me. I’m going to try lifting my own head off and will rely on you to catch me if my body drops me.”

“Ok…” I was a little worried. As much as this was turning me on, I also did fear for Zayn’s safety; after all, what would his body do? If I failed to catch his head, it would be a long drop to the ground and then I’d have to worry about treating his concussed noggin while also trying to corral a terrified torso.

Sensing my concern, Zayn reassured me, “Hey I’ve read the forums about this since that night and guys all say this is the best way to start. Apparently you have more control of your body when you pull your head off yourself. If nothing else, they all agree that the body is a lot calmer this way.”

“If you say so.” I crouched down a little bit and held my hands out. “Ready when you are.”

Zayn took a calming breath and centered himself. He gingerly brought his hands up with one cupping his jaw and the other at the back of his head, then gave a tug upwards. His head came clean off, nestled safely within his own hands. Both the bottom of his neck and the top of the stump between his shoulders were covered in a smooth layer of skin. A coating of hair covered the plane of his neck stump to match that which covered his shoulders, back and chest. He gently brought his head down to chest level with his face towards me. The hand supporting his head idly stroked his stubbled cheek with its thumb while the other brushed through his hair. Zayn let out a contented sigh and closed his eyes momentarily, seeming to enjoy the affection from his now headless body.

“How do you feel there, bud?”

He let his body caress him a moment longer before opening his eyes and answering, “It feels… good actually. I feel like I have some control over my bod, but mostly I feel this emotional bond with him. It’s like… because I’m calm about this he’s calm too and we’re kind of reassuring each other? Either way, it feels amazing to be held to your own chest and get this sort of pampering.” He closed his eyes again with a grin and his body turned his head to cuddle the side of his face into his chest. They did look happy.

And yet, I was having a hard time not staring at them. One of my fondest fantasies of seeing his handsome body move autonomously and with such care was unfolding right before my eyes. It was hypnotizing watching his pecs and biceps flex as his body caressed his head and I wished nothing more than to be caressed by his body too.

“Walter?”

I realized I had gotten a little too distracted by the display and didn’t notice that Zayn had been trying to get my attention.

“Yeah?”

His face turned towards me again he asked, “Is this disturbing you? You’ve gotten very quiet.”

“Nah man, you’re fine. I’ve seen this sort of thing before, I just don’t want to interrupt your… bonding time?”

Zayn laughed and his body moved to hold his head in one arm against the side of his torso, “It’s still my body! We’re figuring this out, but it’s ok to talk! We’re both here for you.” As he spoke, his body gesticulated with its free arm in perfect sync with his words.

“Both of you huh.” I chuckled, “So what’s next?”

“Right now I want to test my control. I got him to position me like this, let’s see if I can…” his eyes flicked around the room, “Get my body to walk over to my desk, place me on it, then sit in the roller chair.”

“Ambitious.”

“Better now while you’re around to catch me.”

Zayn’s body began to shuffle and turn towards the desk and his face took on a stern look. Apparently exerting this control was not easy. The body took careful steps towards the desk and I followed closely. Zayn tripped when his foot hit the corner of the desk and I caught him by his abdomen, making sure he didn’t drop his head. He muttered a thanks and his body aligned itself with the front of the desk once I let go. With great care his body placed his head on the surface and took a step back.

Zayn’s head looked intently at his body from his new vantage point. Zayn’s body sat back into the desk chair and raised his arms in a flex, putting his hairy biceps and pits on full display. I couldn’t help but gawk and a broad, appreciative grin split across Zayn’s face as we both took in the stunning view of his headless brawn. Slowly his head began to roll on its side; his grin snapped to concern and he barked a yelp of surprise. Now with his cheek flat against the top of his desk, Zayn’s head furrowed his brow in concentration once again. Zayn’s body continued posing oblivious to his head’s promptings.

I decided to intervene and stepped into the space between the proud torso and the desk where his detached head lay in helpless frustration. Just as I repositioned Zayn’s head upright, Zayn’s body finally stood and reached its hands out in a delayed attempt to do so itself. Now that I was in the way, Zayn’s body instead ended up grabbing my arms from behind. I let out a quick gasp of surprise and felt an immediate swelling in my shorts.

“Thanks for the adjust. Oh, and sorry about that. I wanted to see if he’d catch me without prompting him. Still working on coordination.” Zayn said with a light blush.

Instead of releasing me instantly, Zayn’s body let his hands linger on my arms for just a brief moment before sliding them away slowly, seeming to relish the touch. Not at all what Zayn would have done if his head were in complete control. Indeed, he raised an eyebrow at what he saw.

“Heh, your body’s probably just orienting himself a bit since he expected to grab you instead of me,” I offered. I could only hope none of my nervousness read through.

“You’re flustered from that.”

Damn, he caught on. Now I really hoped he wasn’t picking up on any of my arousal.

“Well yeah, this is the first time I’ve been touched by a headless body. Plus, you know how sensitive I am when I’m touched unexpectedly.”

Zayn nodded in agreement the best he could in his condition. His body patted me lightly on the shoulder and pointed to his head.

“Oh, sorry, go right ahead.” I did a double take. “Zayn, was that you or did your body do that on his own right now?”

Zayn flashed a bright smile as his body picked him up and nestled him once more against his chest. “That was all him!” He beamed and looked up towards his chest, “Yes you are a good and calm body! Yes, a very good body!” He said in the cutesy voice he used with dogs.

God damn the arousal was becoming too much. Watching his head and body interact like this was overwhelmingly hot. Not even the beefiest thirst trap on instagram could reach this with their staged back-and-forths with their parts.

“Ok I’m going to get back on-shoulder now.” Zayn announced, carefully raising his head and using the mirror on the closet doors to place his head perfectly against its place on the stump. The neck and stump sealed back up smoothly without so much as a faint line. It was as if his head had never come off.

“How do you feel now?” I prompted.

Zayn cricked his neck, rolled his shoulders and shrugged. “I feel fine. I almost feel more in tune with my body after that, almost as if I had always been meant to take my head off.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You know how I always mentioned feeling disconnected from my body, making coordination and stuff harder? Now that I’ve been separated and let my body feel with me what he wants, I feel better able to work with him as a whole if that makes sense.”

I nodded, “Yeah, that makes enough sense, I suppose.”

He winked and gave me a pat on the rear, “Guess it’s time to get you to work out so you can get in tune with your body too!”

My head, being held by his body? Yes please! Though I had a long way to go before getting to a fitness level high enough for that. I simply obliged him with a shy smile in response.

“Well, did you want to try anything else, or just hang out for a bit?”

“I’m feeling a little overwhelmed from all this. It kinda takes a bit out of you, you know? While we both felt calmer it was still kinda disorienting.”

“Nah I get it. You should rest.” Probably best that I leave while so turned on, anyway.

“Can you come over tomorrow for some more practice?”

Doing my best not to sound too eager I responded, “Yes! I’ll let you know when I’m off of work.”

“Great, see you tomorrow!” Zayn said and pulled me into a quick hug. As I left his place he popped off his head once more; head in one hand, his body used the other to wave good-bye. It was a cute display.

The next day I could barely concentrate at work knowing that once I was done for the day I got to go have fun with Zayn’s body again. When at last it was time to sign off I hopped immediately into my car and drove over as quickly as I could. Zayn let me in, this time dressed in a t-shirt and lounging shorts, we exchanged greetings and a brief hug and proceeded directly to his room.

“So what are you feeling up to trying today?” I asked

“Since yesterday I’ve given a few more trial runs of taking off my own head and I feel like that’s going just fine. Even got my body to wash me in the shower this morning as if we’d been doing it this way for months.”

I needed to not think too hard right now about that scene.

He continued, “Today I want to go for the next step: helping my body navigate when someone else pulls off my head.”

“W-wait so you’re sure about this? Given what happened that time with the guy… you know. Don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Honey, it's going to be fine. Everything is moved out of the way and now that my bod has more experience going headless he shouldn’t freak out as much.”

I looked around the room and indeed things seemed to be spaced out better. There was more room to move around easily with hard, heavy objects secured away so that his body couldn’t stumble over or come to harm.

“Plus,” he continued his reassurance, “Because I know and trust you, I’m hoping that even when headless, my body will retain those feelings knowing that you’re the one who’s nearby instead of just some trick.”

Couldn’t argue with that logic for what it was. “So any tips from the forums on this one? Like, is there a reason you have less control over your body this way?”

Zayn just snorted. “Walter, my head comes off without it killing me and you’re asking about reason??”

“Oh, yeah, fair enough.”

“But the forums did say the best way to practice this is for the other person to try taking off my head without much warning. This way there’s less control and hopefully this gives my body more practice in guiding himself towards my head without me having to ‘prompt’ him mentally like when I take my head off myself.”

Like yesterday my arousal at the prospect was becoming conflicted with concern for Zayn’s safety. It was impossible to say how his body would try to navigate around when suddenly finding itself without a head. I was also afraid what might happen if Zayn’s body began to panic like it had with the hook up. I let out a breath and said, “All right, just let me know what exactly you would like me to do.”

Zayn smiled and gave my arm a firm squeeze. “Thanks for doing this, Walter. Really. I know we’ll be fine.” He stretched out his arms and rolled his shoulders. “So let’s start! What I want you to do is to stand behind me and just pop my head off after a few seconds. No warnings, no asking when it’s ok, just tug my head straight up. Keep some space from my body and let’s see if he can find me.”

“I’m a little nervous about accidentally injuring your neck instead.”

“Dude, if some random guy off Grindr can detach my head unprepared you’ll be just fine.”

I steeled myself and followed Zayn’s directions. Standing behind him, I silently counted off seven seconds then moved swiftly, but carefully, to pull up on the back of his head. There was a brief second of resistance where it felt like something might break, but instead his head came off harmlessly from his shoulders and now rested in my hands. I took a couple steps back to allow for his body to roam a little without immediately bumping into us.

Zayn’s head grinned up at me and crooned, “Oooh Walter anyone ever tell you that you have nice, supple hands?” then gave me a little wink. It was delightful to feel his stubble rub against my palms as he spoke.

“Moisturized just for you, honey.” I teased back.

“I appreciate it haha.”

I turned his head so that we could both observe his body which was currently using both hands to feel around at its neck stump. Rendered blind, the headless body then reached out its arms and took a few careful steps forward and away from us. So far Zayn’s body seemed fairly collected, if disoriented.

“Look at him, feeling around at chest height. Wouldn’t it make more sense to try searching the floor?” Zayn’s head asked, bemused by his own body’s motions.

“Maybe he can sense that you’re somewhere around chest height as I hold you?” I suggested.

“Oh, right, that could be a reason.”

Zayn’s body continued to roam slowly around the room, arms held out cautiously to feel for obstacles. We watched in silence as his body navigated the wall across from us, sliding its hands slowly along the surface and shuffling towards its left until it reached the closet. The body clumsily rifled through the hanging clothes and small cubbies, quickly moving on from anything that didn’t have its head. As it fumbled, Zayn’s body knocked over a few things but didn’t make an effort to put anything back. Zayn’s head winced at this; he was quite the neat freak. His body kept at its search with determination, hands moving more hurriedly with each failed attempt to locate its head. Zayn’s body backed away from the closet, arms swinging wide until it reoriented itself to the shelving on the wall closest to us. Once there it patted among the shelves while its chest moved in rapid breaths. Again having failed to find Zayn’s head it backed a couple steps away from the shelves. Zayn’s body nervously turned about, hands waving helplessly through the air.

Seeing this, Zayn tried calling to his torso, “Body. Body! Hey, body, I’m over here!” His body turned vaguely in our direction, hesitantly inched closer towards us, then bumped its waist against the desk just two feet from where I stood. However, instead of reaching out in our direction its attention went to the desk. Zayn’s body groped about its surface with shaking hands.

“Do you want me to just hand you back now?” I asked.

“No. Stay put.”

I reluctantly stood still as Zayn’s body knocked items off the desk as it desperately slapped its hands across the surface. Finally it slowed down, slumping until its hands reached the edges of the desk. As I took a step towards it, Zayn’s body pushed itself up. With sweaty palms and trembling arms it gripped the sides of the desk so hard its knuckles went white. Zayn’s body then arched back with clenched fists held out to its sides, its entire form quaking with frustration. It steadied itself somewhat and began to feel slowly at its neck stump. Its posture slackened as its fingers gingerly slid across the plane where its head had once been, shoulders shaking in dejected sobbing motions.

“Oh no this looks bad…” Zayn’s head muttered.

As soon as he said that his body found renewed vigor and flung itself to the floor on hands and knees, arms sweeping with abandon in a desperate attempt to find Zayn’s head down there. His chest began heaving as if hyperventilating.

“Walter,” Zayn’s head moaned, “Look at my body, he’s panicking even worse and I’m feeling worried for him. Please, bring me down to…” his sentence trailed off as he started to breathe heavily in sync with his body. I couldn't let this go on. At first seeing his body fumble around was hot, but it was awful to see both his head and body succumb to an anxiety attack. I stepped towards Zayn’s body and crouched down to offer it his head. His right hand slapped against my left foot.

Zayn’s body paused, tapped its fingertips curiously at my foot, then gently felt up to my shin. It brought its other hand to rest on my calf where it began to massage lightly. The body’s breathing started to even out and the expression on Zayn’s face relaxed as well.

“What a relief. My body found you at least.” Zayn’s head let out a sigh. Meanwhile, his still headless body glided his hands up the back of my legs to my thighs and shifted himself onto his knees with his trunk upright, bringing his neck stump level to my navel. Zayn’s body grabbed firmly onto my hips, then braced against them in order to stand up completely. Without letting go, the body brushed his hands up the sides of my torso until they bumped lightly into my elbows. He brought his hands to rest where he held on to me yesterday and gave a warm squeeze. I was transfixed being so up close to his hairy, toned, headless body and relished the feel of his firm grip on my arms. He moved his foot and playfully rubbed his toes along mine.

“What… is my body doing?” Zayn’s head asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Uh, I think he’s just regaining balance and feeling to see if I might be holding your head?” Even saying that I couldn’t quite bring myself to believe it. His body’s motions were too intentional. Too sensual.

“Uh huh.” Zayn’s tone made it clear he didn’t believe that either.

Zayn’s body gently trailed his fingers down my arms until the tips encountered the top of his head. Zayn’s head perked up as his body felt inquisitively through his short cropped hair. The body patted the top and sides of his head and felt purposefully along the contours of Zayn’s face.

“Yes see, body? I’m right here. Come on and pick me up.” His head ordered.

Instead, his body just tousled his hair with one hand and reached up to my face with the other. For a second I was worried that his body was going to try to pull my head off, but he just caressed my beard and felt tenderly at my facial features. His shoulders relaxed more as he identified my face through touch. His head cast an indignant look at the hand which still tousled his hair.

“Body! Stop this! Put me on now!” Zayn’s head snapped.

His body flinched and brought his hands down to secure his head. Looking down to watch his actions I couldn’t help but notice that the body was sporting a generous bulge in his shorts. Oh, Zayn’s body knew exactly what he was doing with that full feel-up. Not wanting to test boundaries further, the body lifted Zayn’s head from my hold and maneuvered him so that his head faced the right direction for reattachment. Zayn’s head looked miffed as his body lowered him slowly--reluctantly?--back onto his shoulders.

Once reunited, Zayn cracked his neck and let out a frustrated sigh. He looked down and blushed now that he could feel the erection that his body had sported while still separated.

“Oh my god,” he murmured as he tried to adjust himself to hide it. “I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t think my body was going to do something like that!” He said, a flush starting to show through his olive complexion.

“Hey, there was no telling what he would do. And it’s fine. I’m just glad that no one got hurt is all.”

“Yeah I guess,” he said rolling his eyes, “But that’s still embarrassing. Maybe I should have seen this happening after my body had held on to your arms like that yesterday when he grabbed you.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s your headless body. Like you said before, maybe he’s just comforted by realizing the legs he grabbed were mine. Maybe that reassured him that if I was here, your head had to be safe.”

“Hm.”

I looked down and didn’t say anything else. It was true that I was mostly glad that no one got hurt. After his body had panicked like that and his head started getting just as anxious, I was really worried about a headless rampage where any of us might have gotten hurt. Though… I didn’t mind the idea of his body tackling me in his desperation.

“Walter, what if my body were to take advantage of you.” He looked directly at me, brown eyes filled with concern. “I was worried this whole time about others taking advantage of my headless body, but… what about him being sexually agressive instead?”

I had sat down to feign needing a moment to think in order to hide the mammoth erection I got from the suggestion.

Oh Zayn, your headless body having his way with me would be a dream come true.

But now was not the time to give those thoughts away. Mustering a poker face I said, “I’m not too worried about that, Zayn. Plus your head would always be close by while off shoulder, so if your body tried anything I’d be able to grab your head and put you back on. With more practice like this, I’m sure you’ll get to the point where you could take control when needed. You said so yesterday how you two can sort of ‘communicate’ while separated. So even if that’s next to impossible now when someone else takes your head off, you’ll get to the point where all your parts and pieces can stay on the same wavelength.”

Zayn’s expression relaxed. “Yeah, you’re right. Just more practice. But no more practice today. After seeing my body melt down again and then… do whatever he did I’m worn out and need to stay on my shoulders for the rest of the night, I think.”

“Of course. And you’re right, that was a scary moment. I’ll get going home then.”

He accompanied me back to the front door and gave me a long hug. “Walter, thank you for being there for me today. I really could not have trusted anyone else with this stuff and you really came through for me and my body. Come back later this week?”

“Yeah, just let me know.” I said, giving him a warm smile. “Happy to help you out and keep you safe.”

“See you soon then. Love you!”

“Love you too!”

A few days later, a notification blinked on my phone from Zayn. I opened up the audio message, “Hey Walter! I--body, move it closer--just confirming when you’re coming over. Ready to try some new stuff when you are. Hey, stop touching--!” The audio cut out. I sent a text letting him know that I’d head out shortly, already excited for what new stuff was in store. While the audio message sounded like they were still working on being in sync while separated, it seemed like better progress than most guys made in just one week of regular detaching. There were some who reported their bodies hardly acknowledging their heads at all at this stage!

Once I got to his place, Zayn let me in and once again his roomies were away. However, despite this Zayn was dressed more fully this time in a shirt and jeans. We hugged, exchanged greetings, and headed over to his room. Zayn put the kettle on, “So Walter, I’ve been thinking about how my body acts around you when headless. He shows particular affection towards you and even when just my body and I are alone in my room, mentioning you to him gets him aroused.”

“I see. So you’re worried about your body making bolder advances with me?”

He looked away, “Yeah. Walter, I love you, but I don’t want my headless body violating any lines in our friendship. Maybe for now it’s best if I only take my head off around my hookups.”

“That’s fair. And you know I really wouldn’t mind--” I stopped myself before confessing my desires, but not before getting a raised eyebrow from Zayn. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind doing some practice for you if you find that doing it around a grindr date results in catastrophe again.”

All he gave was a brief “Hm” before turning his attention to the now boiling kettle and fixing the tea. “Be that as it may,” he paused while handing me my mug “I’d rather hold off for now. But I still want to try something today.”

“And what would that be?”

“We’re going to think smaller. Let’s try some limbs.” he said while stretching out his arms towards me and wiggling his fingers.

“So what do you need me to do?” I asked, curiosity piqued.

Zayn sat up onto his bed and examined his hair-covered arms. “How about… hm. Let’s start off with my hand. Like with my body if I pull it off myself, I can control it for the most part. But let’s have you try.” He proffered his left arm towards me.

I obediently went over and grasped his hand a couple inches above his wrist. “So what do you want me to do after pulling it off?”

“Just drop it on the bed and see what it does. And catch it if it starts to crawl off the edge.” Zayn finished by jutting his chin encouragingly towards his hand.

“You got it.”

While holding his forearm in my right hand I tugged firmly on his hand with my left. It made a light popping sound as it came off and its fingers squeezed mine in surprise. I quickly dropped the hand by Zayn’s side before it could keep its grip. Zayn’s hand twitched its fingers and wiggled them about to feel the blanket around it. Zayn and I watched intently as his hand propped itself up on its fingers and scuttled about the mattress.

“Look at it go! I wonder what it’s thinking as just a hand or if it’s just perceiving.” Zayn mused as his hand finally came up against his hip. Encountering its “obstacle”, his hand rested back a bit on the base of the palm while its fingers felt and tapped at its owner’s hip. Satisfied that it had found some of Zayn, it got back onto its fingers and crawled deftly along Zayn’s side until it discovered his foot. Zayn let out a squeak as his hand tickled at his toes. When he reflexively lifted his foot, the hand moved quickly to keep playing its fingertips against the exposed sole.

“Your hand definitely knows your weak spots!” I remarked.

Zayn’s squeaking had given way to laughter as his hand continued its tickling assault on his foot. “W-Walter!” he managed between laughs, “Stop-- Stop that thing! I-It’s too much!” he stammered before curling up, still laughing, to get his sensitive points away from his persistent hand.

As Zayn’s hand began to search anew for its targets, I moved in and blocked his hand with mine. It lifted its index and middle fingers inquisitively against my palm, then tapped its fingers on the blanket as if contemplating its next move.

“Zayn, I think your hand does have some thoughts after all.” I said with a grin.

Zayn, recovered from his attack, had maneuvered himself carefully onto his knees with his good arm and crouched over to watch. It was a comical sight with Zayn rubbing his chin while putting his weight onto his left forearm stump, all the while his detached hand just mere inches away from him was tapping its fingers in its own pondering.

I let my own hand rest palm-down in front of Zayn’s. Sensing the change in position, Zayn’s hand ventured over to mine and felt along my fingers and patted the back of my hand gently.

“Huh, I guess that’s kind of cute in a way.” Zayn said.

Not content to stop there, Zayn’s hand got back up on its fingers and climbed carefully up my arm and perched on my shoulder where it gave a firm squeeze. I lightly rubbed the hairy digits in return, upon which the hand squeezed my shoulder again, this time more slowly and with more pressure. Zayn watched silently with an unreadable gaze.

“Uh,” I started to say as his hand moved up my shoulder and began to graze its fingers through my beard. “Want it back?”

“Sure.” Zayn raised the stump at the end of his left arm towards the smooth surface of his detached wrist. Where his body had shown some reluctance to put his head back on the other day, his hand seemed to be much more compliant. It dutifully raised its stump in return as his arm got closer and backed itself onto its proper place. Zayn flexed the fingers of his reunited hand. “Well, no control and hard to prompt, but I’d say this was a success. Ready for part two?”

“Part two?”

“I want to see how it goes if I have more parts off at the same time.” He said, already reaching up to his left shoulder.

“How many parts then?” This was actually pretty fun.

“I’ll just be in three parts. Here, take this.” He handed me his entire left arm by its bicep. His arm swung wildly back and forth at the elbow as his hand grasped and reached helplessly at the air. I took the frantic arm by the bicep in one hand and supported the forearm in the other, causing its fingers to curl and stretch in the direction of my grip.

“Nervous, isn’t he?” Zayn grunted as he propped himself up on the bed again. It took him a moment to steady himself with only one arm at his disposal. “Thought by pulling my arm off myself it would be calmer, but maybe it was too soon from the previous detachment.”

I draped Zayn’s detached arm across my shoulders, letting his hand feel at my pec. That seemed to relax it. “So what would you like me to pull off next?”

Zayn raised his right leg in response.

“That might be hard to pull out with jeans on.”

Zayn rolled his eyes, “Don’t be greedy, sir. Just the part below the knee.”

I obliged, taking his right foot in one hand and felt up his leg from inside his jeans to midcalf and pulled. Once freed, his foot moved back and forth and wiggled its toes while his calf flexed in my hold.

I set the leg down at the end of the bed where Zayn began to move his still-attached foot along its length from heel to knee stump. Given how hairy his legs were, it seemed only natural that the stump ending on his leg was just as hairy as his neck stump had been between the shoulders. His detached leg flexed appreciatively while being rubbed by its counterpart. As I watched,I reached carefully towards Zayn’s detached arm and let our hands meet. His hand laced its fingers with mine, and the rest of his arm gave a squeeze against the back of my neck between its forearm and bicep. This was a whole new level of heaven.

“So how are you feeling?” I asked. Zayn had since continued to dandle his attached foot playfully against the detached one, causing the latter’s toes to curl and extend in response.

“Good. Nothing seems to be panicking and I feel great.” finally withdrawing his leg from its separated partner. His gaze then alternated between his two wriggling independent limbs. “How about we try putting my arm next to my leg? I’m not controlling either of them and I want to see how they react to each other.”

I gently lifted his arm from my shoulders after disentangling our fingers. The arm grasped and jostled futilely to return to its lost perch as I lowered it to the mattress. I set the exploring arm next to his leg, which had also been moving its foot about nervously. Both limbs stiffened. At first I was concerned that something had gone wrong, but his arm then pulled itself over to his leg as if it was sensing its fellow detachee. Once the arm reached it, it patted along the shin and the leg flexed its foot in response.

“Do you feel any of this?”

“No, but I wish I did!”

We watched with fascination as Zayn’s arm cuddled up to his leg, lining up its forearm along the calf and using its hand to massage his foot. The foot relaxed into the arm’s grip, twitching whenever a sensitive spot was pressed. I looked over to Zayn who had begun to graze his thumb along the length of his growing bulge. Noticing I saw him he blushed and moved his hand to the side. He had a fetish for his own feet and the display was having a clear effect on him.

Face red, he muttered “Ok Walter let’s get me back together.” I coaxed his arm away from his leg and lifted it back towards his shoulder. We struggled a bit as I tried to keep a firm hold on his restless arm in one hand while pushing back his sleeve with the other. He held the sleeve open with his good hand once we had exposed enough of the shoulder stump that I could place his arm back on. He rolled his shoulder once reattached and motioned for me to get back from the bed. He then leaned over to roll up his jeans leg up past his knee to reveal the smooth, hairy stump. Zayn reached over and gingerly lifted the detached leg, gliding his thumb along the top of his foot. Lost in his own arousal and wonder, he took a moment to brush his hand along the limb, sliding from shin to toe. The bulge in his pants gave a noticeable twitch and he caught himself just as he started to lift the sole towards his mouth. Zayn gave a self-conscious cough and his face flushed. Carefully, he put his leg back on then stretched out on the bed and sighed.

“That was an interesting experience” he said, arms out to his side. “But that went well. Pretty tired out now from all that displacement though.”

“For sure, I’ll let you rest.”I said. Zayn got up, adjusting himself to try to hide his boner and grumbled at his lack of success.

He walked me to the door of his apartment and we hugged goodbye. Before I left, Zayn said, “Hey, thanks again for helping with this practice. Seems like all my parts and pieces are ready for action,” he gave a wry smile. “This weekend I’m gonna give a hook-up a try and see if this practice pays off.”

I had to stamp down some envy. “Best of luck to you, bud! Hope your parts put on a good show.” Oh, what I would give to be the one his body caressed, or to have his wandering hand jerk me off!

“Thanks. See you soon! Love you!”

“Love you too!”

Zayn was excited for his Grindr date tonight. He was about to see whether his practice with Walter was going to pay off. So far his parts had become much calmer when Walter pulled them off, but he wondered if it was only for Walter. Even when his body had initially panicked when Walter had pulled his head off, it had relaxed instantly upon recognizing him. And then there was how his body grew an instant boner whenever Walter came up in conversation while separated. Well, this Grindr date was someone both he and his body found attractive. It was fun to have his body hold him against his side while he furiously jacked off to the nudes his date had sent him. Zayn checked his phone; his date sent a message that he would be there in about half an hour. He took advantage of the time and pulled his head off for a moment. Zayn relished the warm transition of his hands being his own to the feeling of being held by a dear friend. His body lowered his head towards his abdomen, turning his head to face his chest. Zayn closed his eyes as his body brushed his fingers through his hair, cherishing the casual intimacy of his body’s affection.

After a minute he opened his eyes and muttered, “Body, are you ready for this hookup?” His body took a break from stroking his hair to give him a thumbs up while his other hand gave a reassuring squeeze against the back of his neck. “Hm good. It’s about time we get into the detachable scene. Not like last time.” Zayn's body shrugged in response. It hadn’t been its fault for panicking; being separated unexpectedly for the first time as a detached head had also caused him panic.

As Zayn began thinking about the guy coming over, he could sense his cock becoming hard and his body gently rested the back of his head against his growing shaft. He had begun to enjoy interacting with his own cock like this; he had once given a shot at giving himself oral and it had been magical. Right now though, he needed to save his arousal for when his date got here rather than getting his body off himself.

“Come on, body, it’s time to get back on before our man gets here.” His body ruffled his hair in response and gently traced its thumb along his lips. “Body, we can do that when he gets here. Just put me on?” His chest fell in a sigh and his body put its hands to the sides of his head, lifting and placing him carefully back onto its shoulders. The calm affection he felt from his body while detached resonated into his head once reunited; it felt good to know his body loved him. He cracked his neck and let himself relax into his bed, thinking about the fun he could have once his date arrived.

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Zayn’s phone flashed with the notification that his date had gotten to his place. He got up from his bed and checked himself out in the mirror. His muscles still had a nice pump from the workout earlier, hair was in good shape despite his body’s playfulness, and his shirt and shorts revealed a nice contour of his physique and bulge. He rubbed at his short beard; perhaps he should have taken a moment to trim it down, but it was fine.

Zayn got to the door and greeted his date. He was a handsome Latino with a goatee and a burly build.

“Hey Zayn.”

“Hey Lucas.”

They hugged and felt Lucas crop a feel at his ass. If his hand came off, it would be a mischievous one. Zayn gave him a firm kiss, relishing the feel of Lucas’s beard against his lips. Lucas responded in kind and explored Zayn’s mouth with his tongue. Giddy, Zayn grabbed Lucas by the hand and pulled him to his room. They continued their kissing while in there and began to grind their bodies together, letting their hard cocks rub against each other through their clothes.

Zayn pulled away and asked “So, what’s your situation with detaching?”

Lucas just smirked and pulled his own head off then held it to his side. Looking up from his new vantage point, thumb stroking his chin, he asked, “So how about you?”

Zayn tugged off his own head and held it to his side, bringing himself at Lucas’ eye level. “I’m good with this and other parts.” Zayn said with a grin.

Lucas laughed, his body putting its free hand to its stomach. He placed his head back on his shoulders, then gently took Zayn’s head into his own hands and lifted it to his lips for a kiss. Zayn returned the kiss and let himself relax into Lucas’s hands, taking in how warm and gentle they were. There was something intoxicating about the vulnerability in letting someone hold him as just a head; he was powerless, completely at the mercy of the other man.

Zayn felt a spike of fear from his body; it had not quite expected to have its head lifted so suddenly from its hold. Zayn’s body shot its arms out and grabbed Lucas’ burly torso by the sides. Zayn’s head let out a mumbling groan, frowning and closing his eyes eyes in embarrassment.

“Oh body, come on…”

“Hey I got this,” Lucas murmured, sparing a quick kiss to Zayn’s lips, “Yours isn’t the first nervous bod I’ve hooked up with.”

Gracefully shifting Zayn’s head to one hand Lucas used the other to caress Zayn’s body on the right shoulder. The headless torso softened its grip on Lucas’ sides and tapped its fingers questioningly while his detached head raised his eyebrows from his view in Lucas’ palm. So quickly Lucas had calmed his body!

Lucas bent forward and plied the body’s neck and shoulders with a methodical series of warm kisses. With each press of his lips, Zayn’s body visibly relaxed and steadily lowered its hands to Lucas’ waist.

“See, Zayn?” Lucas addressed the placated body, “You’re safe and so is your handsome head.”

Lucas brought his arm off Zayn’s shoulder and shifted the head back to being held in both of his hands. He nuzzled his nose against Zayn’s, then the men shared another kiss. Zayn smiled awash in the relief he felt coming from his body. He also felt a renewed flame of lust shared between himself and his headless counterpart.

“Told ya, man, I can handle your bod just fine.” Lucas teased with a wink.

A wry grin spread across Zayn’s face, “You handled his freak out, but how about everything else my body can do?”

Feeling the prompting from its head bloom warm in its neck stump, Zayn’s body took its chance to slide a hand down to Lucas’s crotch where it began to rub at the stiff cockhead. Lucas moaned, gave an impassioned kiss to Zayn’s head, then one to the body. He broke the kiss and rasped, “Fuck, let’s get this party started.”

Lucas pried Zayn’s arms away while keeping Zayn’s head balanced and clasped the body’s grasping hand in his. He pulled Zayn’s body over to the bed where he carefully placed Zayn’s head on the blankets. Lucas turned and braced Zayn’s body against himself and smirked at the body’s struggle to regain dominance, biceps jerking and hands scrabbling at Lucas’ waistband. He deftly swiveled on his heel, swinging Zayn’s body with him so that Zayn’s ass was now just a mere six inches away from his own face. Zayn watched the interplay between Lucas and his own headless body excitedly. He felt a flaming rush at how Lucas used his hulking frame to maneuver his own body’s leaner physique; he could sense his body’s pleasure as Lucas began to kiss along his neck stump. The two ground their erections together again as Zayn’s body gave into Lucas’ power. Lucas winked at Zayn’s head and, while he and Zayn’s body continued to grind against each other, he pulled off his right hand and tossed it on the mattress near Zayn’s head. Lucas’s hand stretched then scuttled over to Zayn’s face and stroked his beard with its meaty fingers.

“Hey there.” Zayn murmured, nuzzling his check against the disembodied hand.

“This is just to keep you company for a sec while I do this.” Lucas called. He deftly used his good arm to pull off his shirt, revealing his muscled, lightly haired pecs. Zayn’s body followed suit and pulled off his own shirt. Lucas then backed away from Zayn’s body and started to undo his own belt. The body’s fevered passion took over; it rushed over to Lucas and practically ripped the man’s belt loose. Its hands then flew to Lucas jeans, undoing them with shocking precision for lacking a head, and pulled Lucas’ jeans and boxers straight down in one desperate tug. Lucas’ 9 inch uncut cock sprang up and Zayn’s body quickly claimed the shaft in its right hand, moving its long index and middle fingers across the hooded glans while firming its grip on the member into its palm with its remaining digits. Zayn’s head moaned in the double delight of Lucas’ hand exploring his mouth with its fingers and sensing his body’s excitement as it had started to stroke along Lucas’ throbbing girth.

“Mmmh… oh, Zayn, your body is feisty!” Lucas chuckled.

At the comment Zayn’s body released Lucas’ cock so it could use both hands to finally strip off its pants, proudly showing off its own cut erection. Lucas’ eyes lit up as Zayn’s body cupped its balls in one hand and while with the other hand played a finger tip to its cock to draw a thin, gleaming string of precum. From his position on the bed Zayn’s head drank in the interplay between his headless body and Lucas. He bit at Lucas’ hand in arousal at the sight and the detached hand goaded him on. Lucas squeezed Zayn’s body by the shoulder and guided the body back over to the bed. Licas gave a quick whistle and his hand withdrew its fingers from Zayn’s mouth. It patted him on the cheek and scurried to the edge of the bed, tapping its fingers impatiently for its owner.

“Geez, it was just five minutes calm down,” Lucas chided his detached hand. He brought his wrist stump down to the bed whereupon the hand backed itself into place and reattached. Zayn’s body continued to fondle itself while Lucas put himself back together.

“Hey body, over here!” Zayn called, “Come put me on for a sec, mate!”

Zayn’s body shuffled between Lucas and the mattress and fumbled its hands over the blankets just shy of the head’s location. Zayn rolled his eyes watching his hairy arms move right past his face. Lucas moved in behind Zayn’s body, letting his cock rest between Zayn’s buttocks and reached over to his head. He pulled Zayn’s head closer towards his body’s searching hands. At last the body finally found Zayn’s head, fingertips playing across his face in recognition.

“Thanks,” Zayn muttered as his body picked him up and placed him back on his shoulders. Zayn cricked his neck then pulled Lucas into a hug, enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies against each other. Finally reunited and whole, the rush of having this burly man in his arms—truly his arms now—was unparalleled after having savored him from a distance while separated.

“So what would you like to do?” Lucas asked between smooches.

“How about… your head and I keep making out and your body massages my feet.”

Lucas’s eyes lit up with lust. “You got it, sexy.”

They positioned themselves onto Zayn’s bed and Lucas pulled off his head, handing it over to Zayn. Lucas’s strong body backed up carefully, letting his hands explore down Zayn’s features as he worked his way down to Zayn’s feet. Lucas’s body propped Zayn’s feet onto his thighs and began to massage them. Zayn let out a groan as he and Lucas’s head made out. Lucas’s body expertly worked his feet, cracking his toes, massaging precise pressure points of his soles, and even working his ankles and calves to release tension.

“Mmph,” Lucas muttered and Zayn pulled his head back so he could speak. “How about I suck you off while my body keeps at it?”

“Oh my god yes!”

Zayn moved Lucas’s head so that his lips rested against his cock, already glistening with precum. Lucas kissed at the tip and then took more of the cockhead into his mouth as Zayn lowered him down his shaft. Lucas sucked at it, swirling his tongue around the glans and getting into the rhythm to which Zayn moved his head.

Zayn pulled Lucas’s greedily sucking head away from his cock and said, “Let’s get your body off too.” Lucas grinned and his body, seeming to have heard this, gave a final squeeze to Zayn’s feet and let his hands explore up Zayn on his way back to his head, teasing a pull at Zayn’s cock along the way. Lucas beamed at Zayn as his body placed his full weight against him.

“You can put me down for a bit if you just want to play with my body.” Lucas suggested.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely”

Zayn adjusted some pillows to the side and placed Lucas’s head on them so he could watch. Lucas’s body patted his own head and put the back of his right middle and index fingers to his lips. Lucas kissed his hand in return and gave his body a warm grin. His body turned his attention back to Zayn, holding him down to the bed as his body ground against Zayn’s pelvis. Zayn bit into Lucas’s shoulder and guided the body to flip positions with him so that he could be on top. Zayn rubbed his hands along Lucas’s chest and worked his way down to his crotch, giving his cock a few strokes which earned a shudder of pleasure from the body. After a few more strokes, he then held on to his own crotch and used his other hand to explore Lucas’s hole. It gave in readily to two fingers. Zayn pulled his fingers out and then pushed his cock in, letting it slide into Lucas until he had taken in his entire shaft. The body grabbed onto the sheets, making tight fists and arched his back.

“Oh my god.. oh my god…” Lucas’s head moaned. Zayn grabbed his right hand and pulled it off, leaving a few inches of forearm above the wrist, and set it on Lucas’s belly. Zayn’s hand got up on its fingers and honed in on Lucas’s throbbing cock. It deftly took the twitching member and began to jerk it. Satisfied with his hand’s work he used his other hand to pull off his own head and set it next to Lucas’s.

“Hey handsome.” Said Zayn.

“Hey sexy.” Lucas responded and kissed at Zayn. They watched as Zayn’s body began to thrust into Lucas’s while Zayn’s hand kept up its fervent stroking on his cock.

Moments later, their bodies came together. Zayn’s hand was coated in Lucas’s cum and rested contedly by his softening cock, playing its fingers against the wet foreskin. Zayn’s body gave a reassuring squeeze to Lucas’s thighs as he gently pulled out, his own cum dribbling onto the blankets. Once free, he reclaimed his hand and laid on top of Lucas’s body and the two cuddled.

“God damn, that was hot.” Lucas panted. Zayn caught his own breath, amazed at how he could feel his body’s exertion.

“This is the best sex there is. My world has been revolutionized!” Zayn finally responded.

Lucas just grinned at Zayn and his body lazily reached for his head. His hand patted about where he last had felt it before coming into contact with his face. Lucas giggled as his body pulled him closer, let him place a quick kiss on his own nipple, then carefully placed him back on his neck. Zayn’s body felt up Lucas’s reunited face and his shoulders sagged a bit. Zayn felt a small pang of disappointment from him. Surely his body wasn’t thinking of Walter now.

“Hey, put me back on. It’s together time, body!” Zayn cajoled his trunk. Lucas let Zayn’s body slide off of him and gave him space while the body fumbled a bit to find his head. Once located he promptly put himself back together. Wordlessly, he went back over to Lucas and they cuddled a while longer.

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Zayn said goodbye to Lucas who opted to leave while carrying his head. Zayn got ready for bed and pulled his head off once more so his body could go through his stretches while he listened to an ebook to relax. He was beginning to appreciate the efficiency of separation. However, while his body picked up the phone to set the ebook for his head, he took the chance to write a quick message for his head to read:

Two weeks had gone by since I had last paid Zayn a visit. He had still exchanged regular text messages with me though they were markedly devoid of any mention of detachment. Except for when Zayn had given reassurance that his hookup went without any kind of meltdown. I was beginning to feel concerned that Zayn had begun to put distance between us ever since his headless body had felt me up. I could understand Zayn not wanting to do more detaching around me, but I couldn’t help but feel hurt at the sudden interruption of being able to hang out with my best friend. I was about to head out to get some coffee to get this Saturday started when my phone lit up with a notification from Zayn.

“Hey Walter. It’s been a while since I had you over, and I’ve had to think about some things. Would you be able to come over today so we can talk?”

Ah. I felt a knot develop in my stomach as I prepared to respond. I felt some dread gnaw at my mind that this talk could mean some strong new boundaries were about to be placed. Fighting back my own anxieties, I responded with a simple, “Sure. Be there in about an hour.”

Might as well take the time to get some coffee after all before heading over to find out what had been on Zayn’s mind.

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Half-finished latte in hand, I came up to Zayn’s door and sent a quick text to let him know I had arrived. Zayn answered and let me in where we exchanged a brief hug and as usual we went directly to his room. Today Zayn was wearing just a t-shirt, shorts, and socks. Wordlessly he eased himself into his gaming chair and let out a sigh, rubbing tiredly at his eyes.

“So…?” I prompted.

Zayn let out another sigh and gave me a level look. “Walter, I need to explain why I’ve kept you at a distance recently. When we practiced it was starting to become clear that my body was getting aroused around you and had some ideas of his own.”

I simply nodded. “Ok.”

Zayn’s mouth tightened at my nonresponse. “Don’t be coy, Walter. You noticed it too, and I know you took some pleasure in the way my body and my other parts responded to you.”

I winced. “Sorry, Zayn. I didn’t want to say anything. Admitting that seemed only like a sure way to torch our friendship.”

Zayn shook his head and he continued, “I wish you had said something, but I get it. The other thing is that at first I was hoping my body was just getting horny around you simply because he was headless. The forums mention repeatedly that once the head comes off, the body tends to get a little more randy. But after my hookup it became clear that my body is very specifically horny for you.”

I remained silent as my face became flushed. What was I supposed to say to that?

Zayn went on, “Sure, my body went through with the hookup and enjoyed it, but he was clearly disappointed that the face he felt wasn’t yours. He even wrote on my phone afterwards that he wanted you next. In fact,” His mouth tightened again, “Now when I try to jerk off while headless, my body pulls up pictures of you.” He looked away, a flush coming to his own cheeks.

“I don’t know what to say,” I finally said, “I want to honor the boundary we have between each other and you’ve mentioned before that this is a line you don’t want to cross. I really understand that this puts you in a tough and awkward position.”

Zayn looked back to me, then looked back down and said, “Look, Walter, I care very much for you and I do think you’re a handsome man, but I’ve never wanted to sleep with you. However, my headless body conflates my love for you with his own lust and it’s becoming impossible for him to reign it in. It's to the point that I feel the urges toward you even with my head on. That’s why I’ve kept you away recently.”

I felt so conflicted. On one hand I was practically salivating at the prospect of Zayn’s body eagerly having his way with me. On the other, I wanted what would be best for my friend and not violate the boundaries his whole person wished to keep.

“I understand, Zayn. I’m sort of at a loss here though. I want to maintain our friendship and I really miss hanging out. But you’re right; your body’s lust and my admitted willingness to let your body have his way are at direct odds with what you want to do with maintaining our friendship.”

Zayn nodded at the confession. “I appreciate you, Walter. Thank you for your candor in this. But,” he took a breath and I raised an eyebrow. “But… look. This pent up lust is driving me crazy and my body can hardly contain himself. Even if I were to cut ties with you it wouldn’t solve this so…”

I looked at him intently. “Go on.”

“So I’ve decided to propose some possible allowances. Don’t hide your eagerness, let’s be honest here.” He finished sternly as I struggled to keep a poker face.

“Ok, so what sort of allowances are you thinking?” I asked sheepishly, feeling a boner begin to form.

“The way I’m choosing to see it is that what my body wants to do with you when headless isn’t really ‘me’ so, maybe every now and then when my body starts to get too pent up we can let you and the bod have fun.”

“Wait are you serious?” Maybe dreams did come true!

“Yes. You can take my head off so my body has control of himself, and I can get set up with a long podcast or something to drown out whatever ends up happening.” He finished looking down, massaging his forehead. “Just, look. To me while I'm whole, and to my head specifically, you are a friend. Only when I’m headless do we get physical. We can’t make this too frequent either. Think that we can work with that?”

I was at full mast at the prospect. “S-sounds good to me!” I stammered out.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have told you to show your eagerness.” Zayn muttered. “All right then. My body has been practically quivering with how horny he is for you the last few days. This might be sudden but are you in a place where we can make this allowance today?”

“Yes!”

Zayn closed his eyes for a moment then got up. A firm erection was showing in his shorts already, confirming that even while whole his body was pushing its own arousal through Zayn. “Ok gimme a sec to get things comfy for my head.” He turned around and got his podcast list queued up. He grabbed a few pillows from his bed and arranged them on the top of his desk and placed his headphones next to them.

“Ok, Walter. Just make sure to get my headphones on and click play once you’ve taken my head off. And my head is to be facing away from whatever you and my body get up to, got it?” he finished with firm eye contact.

“Got it.”

Zayn turned away from me and faced his desk. “All right, let’s get this over with.”

Like we had practiced before, I approached quietly from behind and tugged his head up on the count of seven. The moment his head came off, instead of reaching at his neck stump Zayn’s body moved his hands to his crotch, feeling firmly and slowly at the front of his twitching shaft. His head gave an exasperated groan at the sight while I moved him over to the pillows.

“Zayn, are you really ok with this? We can turn this back right now and move on as if nothing happened.” I urged quietly.

Between my hands Zayn’s head grumbled, “I’m not really that ok with it to be honest, but I’ve made up my mind and my body needs relief. Just best we don’t talk about this ok?”

“Well… all right.” I placed his head gingerly among the pillows and slid the headphones over his ears, taking care not to let his head roll over. In the meantime, his body had reached out in my direction and started to grasp at my shoulder.

Zayn kept his eyes shut and said, “Walter make it a little louder? Ok good.” he said as I adjusted the volume accordingly. “You two have fuuuun~” he intoned as I backed away from the desk. Sarcasm dripped from his words and yet a grin tugged at his lips.

It was as if the words from Zayn’s detached head were a signal to his body; the liberated torso shifted his grip from my shoulder to draw me into a tight embrace from behind. He slid his right hand down my belly languidly towards my crotch until he reached my own throbbing boner, and I could feel his stiff cock poking at me through his shorts as he pressed my pelvis into his. Zayn’s body tapped playfully at my erection while he used his other hand to pinch lightly at one of my nipples, all while beginning to grind against my ass.

“Oh… Zay–” I began to moan before catching myself. What should I call his headless body? It only felt right to call him "Zayn" when addressing him whole or just talking to his detached head. I tried to think but it was distracting while Zayn’s body firmed his grasp on my shaft and played his thumb across the tip.

I turned around in his embrace and the body took the chance to pin me against the wall. I nuzzled my face right against his hairy neck stump and watched his shoulder muscles shift to the movements of his arms. He groped his hands along my back and snuck squeezes to my buttocks. I indulged him in a firm kiss along the base of his neck stump and give a little bite. Zayn’s body shuddered at this and began to grind his boner against mine with even more force.

“Hey hold on there, uh… uh…” I was really struggling to think of anything clever while the body went to work. “Hey, Zuh-bod?” I ventured.

Zayn’s body paused for a moment and leaned back a bit, then questioningly pointed at his chest.

“Yes, you. Can I call you that? Zabod?”

The body moved his hand to caress the side of my face briefly, then withdrew it to give me a thumbs up. Zabod it is, then.

Zayn’s body moved to start taking off his shirt, but I grasped his hands and kissed his hairy neck stump again. “Allow me, Zabod.” I murmured into his shoulder. His hands released his shirt and he allowed me to peel it off of him slowly, arms raised and revealing his wonderfully hairy pits. Once the shirt was on the floor, his hands went immediately to my waist to pull me closer as I started to kiss along bared shoulders. I wrapped one arm around Zabod’s furry back, nuzzled my face deeper against his neck and ran my free hand through the soft, thick coating of hair on his chest, taking time to work his nipples as well. The body gripped my buttocks tightly and gave a deep groan which vibrated warmly in his sternum.

After sparing a slap to my rear, Zayn’s body sprung to action, deftly removing my shirt. He gripped a buttock firmly in one hand while slowly and firmly running the other from my clavicle to the waist of my shorts. He fiddled purposefully with the button until it came open then drew down the zipper. Zayn’s body played his thumbs along the loosened waistband and wiggled it until my shorts finally fell loose around my ankles. He pressed a palm firmly against my boner which strained at the fly of my briefs and rubbed at it rhythmically. I took the opportunity to return the favor, dropping his pants to the floor and gripping his throbbing cock which was threatening to break free of his jockstrap. Reluctant as Zayn may have sounded to make this “allowance” today, I appreciated his selection of underwear for the occasion. Certainly he loved his body enough to indulge its headless urges.

I couldn’t help but laugh with the sweet realization and went to free his straining cock from its confines. Zayn’s body and I wrassled playfully trying to see who could pull off the other’s underwear first. I won the little contest; feeling the air against his now exposed, 9-inch boner, Zayn’s body thumbed it forward slightly before letting it go and having it slap against his firm abs while I finished removing my briefs myself. Zayn’s body tapped his foot and gestured at his throbbing cock, now glistening with precum.

I took the headless body’s cue. I leaned in and started kissing slowly down his chest, sliding my hands down to his firm ass. Zayn’s body tensed his buttocks in my grip to show off their mass and firmness. He massaged the top of my head, pushing me down as I kissed to guide me towards his cock. I greedily licked every lick down his furry trunk until I reached his crotch. The slightly musky smell from it was invigorating and intoxicating. With one hand sliding along my jawline Zayn’s body took ahold of his cock with the other and jiggled it playfully in front of my face, tracing the tip along the edges of my lips. I teased my tongue around the exploring glans until Zayn’s body finally pushed his length into my mouth. He gave a small pus from his hips, encouraging me to blow him to my heart’s content. I eagerly took his cock and began to suck and twirl my tongue around the head.

Zayn’s body started to move his hips more furiously until I got his dick out of my mouth and pushed firmly against his pelvis so I could back away. The headless body gestured frantically, pointing both of his hands between his cock and my face and then moved them in an impatient “Why??” motion.

“Come on, Zabod,” I cajoled, “I know you’re a better fuck than this. Let’s take this to the bed!” This time I took the initiative to pin him, pushing Zayn’s body backwards by the shoulders until I had him up on the mattress and beneath me. The body’s chest was beginning to heave with arousal and he let me grind my cock against his as I once again kissed and bit along his neck stump. Zayn’s body then raised his right arm in a flex, prompting with his armpit.

“You want some love there too, Zabod?”

He reacted by placing his free hand against the back of my head and pushing my face right into it. I inhaled his scent deeply and let my tongue play firmly back and forth across the depth of his pit while he continued to grind against my stomach. I used one hand to brace myself against Zayn's body and the other to jerk at my own cock.

Zayn’s body brought his arm down and he guided me at first to be positioned on top of him, allowing for a few more playful nibbles at the base between his shoulder and stump. He then moved himself out from under me while firmly holding me down so I remained on my stomach. I could feel him straddle his thighs over mine and his hands came to rest on either side of my shoulders. Zayn’s body positioned his whole hairy form to lay against my back and his cock, now thoroughly wet from a mix of his own precum and my spit, began to slide in between my cheeks.

From the desk came a brief “Mmh” and Zayn’s face relaxed into an expression of enjoyment. Somehow I had hoped that Zayn’s head would not be attuned to what his body was doing without him, but apparently strong sensations like this could overcome the separation.

Ignoring this, his body moved with fervor, massaging my shoulders while easing the tip of his cock into the entrance to my hole. I had a moment of anxiety; it had been some time since I had taken on someone as large as Zayn, er, Zabod. How would his body react to resistance? Sure enough, the sheer size of his cock head began to hurt as he pressed further in. Reflexively I clenched and let out a sharp “Agh!”. At this, Zayn’s body paused, then withdrew. He positioned himself to lay on his side by me, and placed his hand gently against my face and stroked his thumb tenderly through my beard as if to say sorry. He propped himself up on one arm and paused, then snapped his fingers in a sudden realization. He patted my face once again and gave a “one minute” sign. Zayn’s body got up off the bed and I heard a small pop and felt him place his hand on my ass.

I heard Zayn’s body walk away towards the bathroom but still felt his hand on my rear. The disembodied hand wriggled and wedged its fingers between my cheeks where they began to explore against my hole. Slowly his hand eased its index and middle fingers inside and massaged at the walls, encouraging the muscles to relax. When satisfied with its results it pushed its ring finger in as well, letting all three fingers move within my hole to allow for better opening. While his hand did its work, Zayn’s body strode back into the room with a small tub of lube, still erect cock bouncing along with his steps. Oblivious to the body’s approach, the hand continued to massage as Zayn’s body applied lube to his cock. He then positioned his arm stump against his wrist and the massaging hand rejoined the rest of the body, but he kept up the work it had been doing solo.

I heard Zayn’s body place the tub of lube on the side table and he wiped up an extra dab on his fingers before withdrawing the other hand and inserting the lubed one for application. Satisfied with his work, the body climbed back up onto the bed and began to press his freshly lubed cock back into my now-prepared hole. This time, his shaft met less resistance. While still a bit painful, I now relished the feeling of his length steadily moving its entirety in until at last his pelvic wall came to rest against my cheeks. Then the thrusting began. Zayn’s body grasped firmly against my hips as he plowed into me, back and forth. We began to move in sync and small, deep moaning sounds came from his chest with each thrust.

A loud groan broke from Zayn’s lips at his desk; his head was panting and his face was contorted in concentration and exhilaration. His body spasmed and I could feel his load burst deep within my rectum. He gave a few final methodical thrusts before shakily rubbing my lower back and at last withdrew. His cock came out and I quickly reached out to the side to grab a couple tissues from the night stand and awkwardly handed them to Zayn’s body. Sensing my hand was waving towards him, the body fumbled a little before grabbing the tissues and wiping up the cum from my hole and what continued to dribble down his cock. Zayn’s body then carelessly tossed the tissues off the side of the bed. So much for cleanliness.

Chest going in panting movements, Zayn’s body came to rest next to me, neck stump level with my eyes, and caressed my side.

“Hey, jerk, I’m still not done!”

At that comment, Zayn's body moved his hand down to my cock and felt carefully over the glans confirming that I hadn’t come. He quickly gave my cock a few playful pulls before rolling over on his back, still panting. Zayn’s easy fatigue clearly still came into play even for his headless body.

“Come on man,” I wheedled, rubbing a hand across his belly, “I need some help here.”

The body drummed its fingers across mine in contemplation, then let me go and seemed to do a quick sit up. When he relaxed to lay on his back again, Zayn’s body proffered me a wriggling foot and traced its toes along my lips. Oh, Zayn’s body already knew my weaknesses. As much as I had always wished to get it on with Zayn’s headless body, I had always long wished to suck his toes and worship his feet. I eagerly took his toes into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of the sweat that had formed on this skin from the effort of fucking me. His toes moved slowly and assuringly in response to my tongue’s movements. Zayn’s body began to stroke my cock tiredly again before guiding my hand by the wrist to my own cock and patting the back of my hand once in position.

“Lazy body,” I muttered around his toes.

Zayn’s body simply shrugged and let himself collapse again on his back, idly playing with his own softened cock while his other arm was draped across my shoulders where he let his fingers graze along my arm. Luckily for me it was enough fuel to have one arm of his headless body caressing me while sucking on his detached foot to jerk myself off within a few minutes. After finishing, I let the sole of Zayn’s foot rest against my face where it flexed gently against it. Sensing I had stopped, Zayn's body grazed his free hand across my cock and swirled his finger in the pool of cum. Satisfied with his discovery he lazily grabbed a tissue from the night stand and proffered it to me and I dutifully cleaned up.

Once done, Zayn’s body reclaimed his foot and put it back on. He pulled me into an embrace and pushed his neck stump up against my lips. With a grin I tenderly plied his neck stump with sweet kisses. We stayed that way for a while, simply cuddling and taking in each other’s presence. I didn’t know when Zayn would let his body cuddle me again, let alone fuck me senseless, so I drank in the moment as much as I could.

The silence was broken when his head called loudly from the desk, “Are you done with him yet?”

I was about to respond, but Zayn’s body placed a finger against my lips, gave my face a final caress, then got up to retrieve his head. He gently pulled off the headphones and placed his hands to either side of his head.

“About time, body!” Zayn’s head said as he was lifted and placed carefully onto the stump between his shoulders. Zayn closed his eyes for a second after being reunited, reorienting from the experience. His eyes snapped back open in realization as he looked down and noticed he was still completely naked.

“Really, my body couldn’t be bothered to at least put some underwear back on first?? God, embarrassing…” he quickly grabbed the discarded clothes from the floor.

“Walter, I know it’s strange to ask now but do you mind turning the other way for a moment?”

“Yeah, sure thing.”

“Thanks.” Zayn hurried over to the bathroom to get redressed and I took the opportunity to discreetly discard the used tissues that were still on the floor as well as put my own clothes back on.

In a few moments Zayn came back out and we were both dressed, but our flushed faces betrayed our attempt to act as if nothing happened.

“Well, after–”

“We’re not talking about it, remember?”

“Oh sorry. Yeah so uh, I’m just gonna head home now.” I coughed awkwardly and we exchanged an uncomfortable hug.

“Yeah, get home safe, Walter.”

I hurried back to my car and sat in the driver’s seat in total astonishment. Had that all really just happened? I gathered myself and started the engine. Who knew when, or if, Zayn would allow this again. At least in the meantime, these memories would make for the best jackoff fodder possible until I got my next chance. I drove off, coasting along the freeway letting my doubts about how this would affect the friendship move forward give way for the time being to the ecstasy of the experience.

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Peter ducked into a costume shop while being pursued by some bullies. Despite being a freshman in college he was small and still picked on. While waiting for them to pass he decided to try on a correctional officer costume for fun - pretending to be the type of man that would put those bullies in their place. Within seconds he had nearly doubled in age and mass, with a huge hairy chest, a thick mustache and an intimidating bald head. Now where did those bullies go?

One of the first stories I wrote, which I posted on Flickr as a series of photo captions - the story reads a lot better as a single post, so here it is.

In return for a generous donation to the benevolent association, I requested an after-shift visit from a certain beat cop, Vinnie, who had only recently started patrolling my neighborhood. Right on time, Vinnie knocked at my door. I let him in, and invited him to sit to talk over drinks. “A beer would be great,” he said, so I fetched one from the refrigerator, and sat down across from him. We chatted for a bit, and after a while he casually mentioned he noticed me looking at him for some time; it didn’t take much to put it all together - why him.

He said he was flattered, it didn’t bother him at all. Relaxed and loosened by the beer, he gladly struck some poses for me.

I mentioned that I performed magic tricks as a hobby, and asked if could help me try out a new one that had been delivered the other day.

“Why not,” Vinnie said, “it’s all for a good cause!”

I brought out a black box that slid open on one side, with a neck-sized opening on the bottom, and a soft, padded interior lining. I placed the box over his head and on his shoulders, adjusting it so his head rested comfortably against the pillow-like lining.

“So you’re gonna make my head disappear? That’s pretty cool, I always wondered how that trick works,” he said.

“Usually we don’t reveal the secrets behind our tricks, but since today you’re my assistant, I think we can bend the rules,” I replied.

I slid the panel down, closing the box. I asked him to hold it steady, and his hands reached up and held the box at the sides. As I positioned the accompany magic dagger in a slot at the top of the box, Vinnie’s muffled voice said, “It’s pretty comfy in here, it’s like my head resting on a fluffy…”

Before he could finish his sentence, I slid the dagger down. It glided down with hardly any resistance, and when the dagger was down to the hilt, Vinnie went silent. His hands still kept their grip on the box. I gently tried to tilt the box back on forth, but Vinnie’s strong hands and arms kept steady resistance.

I slid the panel open, and inside was just the dagger blade - not a trace of Vinnie’s head. I ran a finger along the length of his beefy right forearm, and the tickling prompted it to wave my hand away, but the box became unsteady and his hand quickly returned to keep it upright.

I slid the cover panel back down and was about to pull out the dagger before an idea popped into my head.

“You can put your arms down now,” I said, and Vinnie’s arms obliged, coming to rest on his thighs.

About to venture into uncharted territory, I silently counted to 3 and slowly lifted the box up and away from his shoulders …

In place of a head, Vinnie now sported a neck stump, completely covered in skin like it had always been that way. Where his throat would have been now was an opening that open and closed much like lips.

I put the box down on a side table and returned back to my chair opposite this headless cop, and I took a few moments to watch how he - or it? - would behave. The chest rose and fell regularly, as if nothing happened. In a sign that it was more comfortable being around me, or just didn’t care, Vinnie’s hand reached and scratched his groin.

“Vinnie, can you hear me?” Without a mouth or tongue, it occurred to me that of course he couldn’t respond in the usual way, so I rephrased my question into a instruction - “If you can hear me, raise your right hand.” Just like it would during morning roll call, his right hand went up, then back down to his lap.

Seeing that Vinnie’s body was both active, responsive and compliant, I decided to get a little bolder and test how much.

“Stand up,” I commanded. Bracing its arms on his knees, Vinnie’s chest leaned forward and in a natural movement the body rose to full standing position.

“Come over and stand right in front of me.” The body stepped off, and in confident swagger walked over and stopped just a foot away from my chair. Legs shoulder-width apart, arms hanging away from the sides because of the muscles and the cut of his uniform shirt, he was an impressive sight.

I instructed Vinnie’s body to return to its seat, which it promptly did.  But this time, I noticed how it sat, knees apart and hands resting on them - a very much authoritative, masculine posture. “Take it easy a bit,” I instructed this headless cop, “lay back a little.  Like we are on more - familiar terms.” Vinnie’s body visibly relaxed.  It slid its butt a little forward on the chair and leaned into the back of the chair.  The final touch was to cross its booted left ankle on its right knee.

I asked Vinnie’s body to show me the poses he had done earlier, and with perfect recall it repeated the same sequence. This time without a head to distract and feel self-conscious about, his body held my focus completely.

Seeing how willingly Vinnie’s body was going along, I prodded it further. “I know you can do much better than that.”

At that, it uncrossed its legs, and half-turned to the left. With a lazy plop, it put its booted right foot on the nearby couch, then re-crossed its left foot over the right.  Its hands laid on each side of its crotch, and as final touch the left hand readjusted the crotch’s contents, scratched some more, then closed its fingers into a relaxed, curled position.

From this position, I could appreciate how, even relaxed, its biceps and triceps strained the short-sleeved uniform’s cuffs.  The uniform was obviously tailored for good effect.

I walked over to Vinnie’s body began to massage its neck. I could feel its muscles relax, and saw the chest breath slower and deeper as my fingers worked his broad shoulders.

I then slid my hands down over his chest, and my left bumped into his badge. Vinnie’s body must have been eager for things to develop as its hands reached up to unbutton and remove its shirt to accommodate me.

Seeing his tank-top made me want to see the complete set of undergarments beneath the uniform. “Take off the belt, boots and pants,” I instructed, which Vinnie’s body promptly did. When it was about to sit back on the chair, I said “Stop. No, sit down on the couch and prop your legs on the chair.”

I knelt beside his legs and began to massage them. Having walked his beat, Vinnie must have been on his feet all day, and the tenseness in his legs gradually melted as a kneaded and caressed his thighs, calves and ankles. When I started working on his socked feet, Vinnie’s body let out an audible sigh through its neck, and its arms uncrossed and limply relaxed on the couch.

Vinnie’s body was a powerful figure, even in its skivvies. I told it to stand up and demonstrate a formal resting position. Its pleasure and enjoyment of my massage was made evident by a more prominent bulge in the compression shorts than I remembered. A tuck-to-the-left man, I noticed.

I admired the legs that I had just massaged, relaxed at that moment but now strong and primed.

I told Vinnie’s body to tense its buttocks muscles, and the form-fitting elastic material stretched to conform with the now-rock solid cheeks. I fought the urge to peel them down, not wanting to cross a line on how far I would take advantage of its cooperation.

Time was running out, and soon I would have to return Vinnie’s head and send him on his way back home. Vinnie’s body had dressed back into his trousers, belt and boots, and was about to put on its shirt when took its hands, put the shirt down on the couch, and pulled on its tank top.  Vinnie’s arms raised up to help when I pulled it up and over.

Half-dressed in his uniform, I told it to flex is back muscles, showing its beautiful mass and development.

I looked at the clock and had only a few more minutes to spare with it. On an impulse I stepped behind it and leaned my chest against its back and wrapped my arms around its midsection, hands softly pressed against its pecs. I placed my cheek against the back of its neck stump, and closed my eyes. Our breaths became synchronized. I replayed the evening’s events in my head, and wondered if I would ever get another moment like this.

As if in answer to my unspoken question, Vinnie’s right arm curled upwards, and after a moment, came to rest on mine, its palm caressed the back of my hand, then intertwined its fingers with mine.

MY PROTECTOR

Suddenly the model from the magazine ad was looming in front of me on the door step.

“Not here!” I screamed at the genie. “Inside.”

I looked both ways quickly, noticing my new friend was catching stares. Fortunately, no one could see Shabaz.

“You wished for a guardian angel… here he is!” insisted the Genie. “No one will mess with you while he’s around.”

I stepped up to the strapping man in the tight underwear. He looked forward blankly, his double-barrel chest rising and falling calmly.

“Oh, he’s alive,” the Genie clarified, “but he’s just an instrument. Anything he does, it’s because you think it. Any thoughts he has, they are because you give them to him.”

“Okay,” I mumble, thinking for a second.

The model turns robotically towards the door, twists the handle, and walks in. Shabaz and I follow.

As we enter the living room, the man stops and turns towards me. His expression remains neutral.

“So whatever I want… whoever I want him to be… that’s who he is?” I say hesitantly.

“Precisely,” the Genie answers back. “And if you ever need me to step in…” – he looks the hunk up and down – “It would be my pleasure.”

I have an idea.

The man’s eyes narrow in concentration and he steps forward menacingly. His hand stretches outward and fits tightly around my neck. Using his strong pelvis, he wedges my body up against the wall. I feel his erection stabbing against my stomach.

His other arm swings upward in a tight flex and he smiles, watching me watch him.

“You like that, maggot?” he hisses with other hand still gripping my neck, channeling one of the asshole jocks from my school. He leans into me, bringing his lips close to mine, then belts out a forceful belch.

“This is what you want?” the Genie asks.

The bully under my control turns his face to the Genie. “Yeah. And if you don’t want to watch, you can leave.”

“I’m good,” the Genie says with a smirk.

The large man turns his face back to me and flexes his arm again, pushing his armpit into my face. “Lick it, scum,” he demands.

His yanks me by the neck into his arm pit and moans in pleasure as I take a big whiff. He has a dank, musky stench… because I want him to. Happily, I begin to lap up the sweat in his pit.

He grunts approvingly. “Good boy… gooood.”

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me to the couch. Twisting around, he pulls down his underwear and leans over the couch, forcing my head deep within his ass.

“Now eat it.”

I breathe him in and my tongue goes to work, relishing the taste of his tight hole.

“That feels amazing, boy,” he gulps out, appreciating my handiwork.

I turn to Shabaz with a smirk. “Do you think that’s enough for you to go by?”

The Genie brightens. “Really?”

The muscle-bound beauty, now with a cock swagger, rises from the couch and takes off his underwear. He crosses to Shabaz, thrilled with the prospect of inhabiting a body (if only for a while).

“Hop in,” I say.

I watch the Genie step into the beefcake in front of him, and the man’s expression startles. He displays a few proud poses.

“This is fucking awesome!” he cries in the man’s rough voice. Then his face shifts back into a cocky smirk as he picks up the man’s dirty underwear and breathes the musk into his lungs. “That’s the smell of a real fucking man.”

“This is exactly who I want him to be,” I say. “This is my protector.”

Excerpt from “Fundamentals of Psionic Manipulation” by Y. Charnichenka, P. Huapaya and Y. H. Liang

On 15 March 2013, an intermediate practitioner, Arthur S. of psionic age 20, attempted to perform an expulsive suppressive junction on Samir O., a 23-year-old male non-emitter, without authorisation from his instructor. Investigators determined that the two individuals had no prior acquaintance, thereby precluding the possibility of an established extrasensory connection.

Samir was employed as an electrician. He was physically fit and maintained a strict training regimen to preserve his physique. His ɮ concentration was slightly above the average for his demographic group, measuring 49.8 ɮ/L. He had no formal training in protection against psionic interference and did not engage in activities known to enhance psionic resistance. At the time of contact with Arthur, he was intoxicated, which reduced his entry threshold to an estimated 36.7 ɂɮ/s, according to post-incident analysis. Examination of the inner layer of his psionic core revealed a minimal degree of religiosity both before and after collapse.

As this bear of a man slipped his headphones over his head, I seized my opportunity and began playing the pre-recorded message into his ears. He stood there, dumbfounded, as his eyes glossed over and his arms went limp. I came out of my hiding spot and stared directly into the man's eyes.

"Perfect. You will do nicely as my next puppet. I can make you behave and act however I want. For now... let's have you act like my dad." I said as I inputted the command into my phone.

Suddenly, the man stood upright and blinked a few times before focusing on me. He took off the headphones and looked around confused.

"Ty? Son, where am I? What am I wearing?!" He looks down and feels his sweaty tank top and traces the outline of his pecs.

"Hey Dad, this is your new body. Do you like it?" I ask, with a slightly mischevious grin.

'My dad' walks over to the gym mirror and studies his new reflection. He begins to flex a bit and smiles as he realizes the new virile, strong body he now inhabits.

"How did you do this Ty?"

"Oh you know Dad, just a fun little device I have. It's amazing how well you impersonate him." I suddenly push another setting in the app. "Now for another personality."

Suddenly the bear's eyes blink rapidly and he adjusts his posture again.

"Mmm, babe? How's that new body?" I ask, now very excited to see if the setting of 'boyfriend' works.

"Whoa, hey babe. How's my sexy boyfriend doing today?" He says as he grabs my waist and pulls me close to his sweaty body. We both make out passionately as I enjoy embracing this sweaty, musky gym bro.

When my boyfriend asked me if I wanted to be in his body for a day, I was eccentric.

Here’s the story. Eric and I had started dating six years ago, in the first six months nothing weird happened between us. One day, I saw a completely different man drunkenly stumbling on our door and crashing on the floor in front of me. I thought he had just stolen Eric’s key but no, it was Eric - trembling in a frame taller and heavier than what he had, but behind that drooling face was still him.

In the morning, I asked him how he even ended up in a body like that. He responded that it was something he could do since he was younger, explaining it to me as if it was something normal. It was something he used to do a lot until he grew up apparently, using it for beers and money as a teenager but did not see a use for it as he got older. In the back of my mind, I could not believe it. This man in front of me was supposedly my boyfriend, despite being somehow taller and older.

It took me a while to wrap my mind around the entire idea, somehow he is just able to be other people? The next month, he would show his skills to me again, inviting some of his friends over and possessing them in front of me. One half of him would act like nothing changed, and his other half of him would be so intrigued. He would hug me and walk around shirtless as if he was still in his own body, and after an hour or two, he would leave their body peacefully and they would act like nothing even happened.

After that, he would start doing it over and over, at least once a week he would come home in the body of his co-worker or someone he saw in the gym - sometimes being his boss if he felt like it. Then he’d start doing it longer too, it started until after dinner, then he would stay there for two or so days.

And now today, he would do it so often I would not even know who was walking through the door at the end of the day. I had gotten used to it now, hell, I found a thrill in it. But I did miss seeing his face sometimes. I told him this one night, as we both laid in bed, as he was in the body of some gym bro he was newly obsessed with. “I miss seeing you” - I said. I saw the lights in his borrowed face dimmer as I said this.

After a lengthy discussion, his offer lingered. “Do you want to try being me?” he asked, I did not even know he could do it the other way around. I rotted in the silence, before admitting a silent yes.

The next night, he asked me again, but with his own body this time. I answered again, even despite his worries. And in the morning, I woke up in our bed alone.

I left the room, and looked at myself in the mirror. And then I realised the thrill was there again. Eric was much more handsome and bigger than me, I could never understand why he did this possession thing when he looked better than half the men he became. But I felt that joy behind it, and I understood why he did it. And I'm feeling it in Eric’s body none of the less.

I stood there, a complete contrast from my old self, but now standing as everything I loved. Encapsulated in sweat and muscles, formed by hair and veins. His face, looking back at me. And I really understood it all.

I wake up to the smell of sex and sweat filling up my nose. I stand up and admire my view. My asshole boss laying perfectly still on my bed just like I asked him to before we went to sleep. I bite my lips as I recall how much he cummed into my asshole last night when he was fucking the shit out of me. I never thought that I'll be able to take his cock for a ride, but after I messed up with one of our deliveries and accidentally spilled its contents on the floor, I discovered that it was a sentient alien blob.

Jackson had been looking forward to this camping trip with his friends for months. After a delightful night of stargazing and sharing creepy stories in the dark, Jackson woke up early and decided to go for a swim at a nearby lake. Stripping to just his swimming trunks, he cannonballed into the water. Shortly after landing, however, he noticed an odd substance dye the clear lake a sickly green. Before he could rush back to the shore and leave, he felt an odd sensation in his shorts. “Wha-OH!”

“Nrgh, urgh…!” Jackson gritted his teeth as he felt something slowly slide and invade his tight hole. His cheeks grew red both from the arousal and shame of something slithering inside of him. However, he couldn’t move; completely powerless to stop this invader. “H-Help…” he managed to wheeze out. The camp was too far for any of his friends to help. All Jackson could do was throw his head back and let out another low moan as the slimy creature reached his brain.

“Mm…oh…” The entity engulfed the entirety of Jackson’s brain, hijacking his personality and memories for espionage and impersonation. After a few more shudders and stretching, the entity cracked his new neck and opened his new eyes. “You’ve got friends here,” he said, cackling to himself. “They’ll be nice vessels for some friends of my own.” He made his way over to the shore, not bothering to hide the hard-on in his trunks, and walked to the camp.

Part 1

One night at a party, Dan got so drunk that he fell asleep in the same house where the party was held. Carl's big brother, Charles, was the senior who hosted the party where all of the football players and cheerleaders attended. Since Dan is one of the freshmen prodigies on their football team, he was invited to his first party where he drank beer to his heart's content. The footballers laughed at him calling him a pussy for not being able to handle his drink and let him pass out on the sofa to sober up. Unfortunately, everyone forgot about Dan when everyone decided to move the party to another house due to a noise complaint.

When Carl felt that the noises downstairs had faded, he figured that it was his chance to go to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Carl doesn't like socializing as he found it tiring and stupid. Even when his big brother invited him, he respectfully declined and said that he will just focus on his invention instead. When he saw that no one was around, he quickly rushed to the kitchen and fetched his choco pudding. He got what he needed he slowly walked back to his room when he heard someone snoring loudly. He then saw Dan soundly sleeping on the sofa in their living room with his left arm placed above his head and his right arm on top of his exposed abdomen.

Carl immediately thought of running back to his room but his body stopped moving and his eyes fixated on the adonis, peacefully resting on their sofa. Carl felt his throat closing up and his dick tenting inside his pants as his eyes fixate on small droplets of sweat forming on Dan's exposed chest. He came out to his family a couple of years ago and they still loved and supported him like always. His brother even offered to introduce him to some of his fellow teammates who also enjoy the company of men. Carl wasn't interested in thinking about erotic thoughts and insisted that he prefers to focus his time and energy in his inventions and contribute to the world, just like Tesla and Edison. His brother just laughed at him and told him that he might change his mind one day when he met someone who can make his knees weak just by looking at him.

Carl felt his heart race since he had never seen someone like the man in front of him. He was surprised to discover that his body was slowly walking towards the slumbering hunk. He stopped he was just above the man, staring down at him like a hawk aiming for its prey. Carl gripped his chest as his eyes focused on the man's chest, heaving up and down as he breathed. Carl can feel the heat radiating off the man as its musk filled his nostrils, hinting at a mix of sweat, body odor, and alcohol. He felt his legs weaken as he fell to his knees, bringing his face an inch away from the man's chest. Carl started leaning forward as he let his lips suckle on the man's rosy nipples. His tongue automatically swirled while his mouth sucked deeper. Carl snapped back to reality when he heard the man moan from what he did. He thought that the man had woken up and immediately stood up in a panic. Lucky for Carl, the man was still sound asleep as it moved around the sofa, tilting its body sideways. Carl rushed back to him and quickly closed the door as his heart pounded inside his chest.

Carl tried to calm himself as he sat back on his chair and tried to continue coding his nanobots. He did his best to focus on his task but the taste of that man's nipple in his mouth still lingered. He closed his eyes as he slapped his cheeks, thinking that he was so stupid to do that and that he can never get a man like that in his life. Carl tried confessing his feelings to a guy in middle school when he was rejected and humiliated by the same guy. Since then, Carl decided that dating will be the last of his priorities and focused on developing robots that can be used for day-to-day living. Back then, he was fascinated by how nanotechnology can be used to help with medical procedures as well as for the early prevention of illnesses via monitoring. He managed to manufacture a chip that contains nanobots, that when placed on the back of the subject's neck, can modify the current physiology and motor functions of the subject. He aims to help those who are born with deformities or those who were injured beyond repair to be able to use 100% of their bodily functions. Sadly, he was only able to use it on sick chimpanzees with astonishing results. He still needed to find a human volunteer to test the chip's capability.

"What if the subject doesn't know that he's under the influence of the chip? Maybe I can observe the subject and monitor the changes without the chance of error from the placebo effect? If the subject is unaware, then I will be able to record every detail of the experiment in great accuracy before testing it on an uncontrolled variable!" Carl thought as he looked in his chip and already pictured an excellent candidate for the subject.

Without any thought, he saved the coding that he already did and created another set for his controlled variable. He tried his best to finish the coding before the morning arrived and succeeded in doing so. He checked the clock where it said it was already 6 in the morning and slowly crept down the stairs. He can still hear the man snoring as he sighed in relief and continued his way to the living room. The man is still sleeping on his side which gave Carl a good spot to place the chip. After making sure that the chip is armed and ready, he placed it on his palm and smacked the nape of the man.

"Aww! What the hell?!!!" The man shouted as he sat up in a hurry.

"I'm so sorry about that but it seems that your friends left you here after the party." Carl said with a nervous smile on his face.

The man adjusted his eyes while rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around and saw that no one else was there. He looked at Carl and let out a deep breath as he slumped back on the sofa.

"Fucking hell. I think I drank too much last night. I'm sorry man. Are you Charles's little bro?" The man asks as he scratched his balls and yawned.

"Yeah, I'm Carl by the way." Carl replied as he extended his hand.

"Dan. I thought this night is when the seniors will finally acknowledge me. I fucking screwed up." Dan said as he raised his hand and fist bumped Carl's palm.

Carl felt awkward so he tried to walk to the kitchen and get Dan a glass of water. He looked onto the tablet and saw that the nanobots are now primed and ready for use. He smiled as he went back to the living room and handed the glass to Dan.

"Drink this. For your hangover. You need a lot of water." Carl said as he quickly checked on his tablet.

"Thanks, Man. You're a lifesaver. By the way, are you also a freshman in our school? I think I saw you around the computer lab." Dan said as his body stiffened while still holding the glass of water.

Carl looked at Dan and was amazed by how empty and lifeless his eyes were. You see, for the nanobots to do their job, they need to tamper with the body's bioelectricity and harness it to restore, modify and improve the certain area of the body where the problem resides. Then, Carl worked on his programming to direct the nanobots as to where they go and what they do. As he looked back at Dan, Carl figured that he needed to start improving things little by little to avoid suspicion from the subject. It is their body after all and some people are very aware of how their body functions normally.

He starts by pumping up Dan's testosterone levels whenever he practices or plays football. Since he is part of the football team, Carl deemed it helpful for his subject. Next is to improve his body's absorption and digestion of protein to sustain whatever injuries Dan might face while playing the sport. Carl took a final look at Dan's frozen face as he blushed and added another modification. He programmed a spike of dopamine when Dan is interacting with him and maxed the production of oxytocin and vasopressin whenever they are alone together. Since Carl doesn't know if Dan is straight or gay, he can just find it out later and that will give him enough evidence to conclude the effects of his chip.

Carl then uploaded the program on his tablet straight to the chip as he waited for it to complete. He doesn't know what will happen but he's smart enough to put an emergency brake if ever the experiment fails. He can just command the nanobots to dissolve themselves inside the subject's gastric juices and the subject won't feel a thing. But somehow, a part of him hopes that the experiment will be a success. After uploading the program, Carl woke up Dan and continued their conversation. The more they talk to each other, Dan becomes more and more comfortable with Carl as evident in how their conversation progressed. They started with small talk about the party as it goes about being a freshman in high school to their favorite childhood superheroes and movies. Carl felt comfortable as well since he never had someone to talk to about these kinds of topics and pay their full attention to what he was saying. However, their conversation was interrupted when Charles entered their house.

"Hey Lil' Bro!! Just got back from the gym. Last night was epic, I wished you joined me." Charles nonchalantly said as he walked to the living room and saw Dan talking to his baby brother. "Oh hey! I see you got company."

"Yeah, this is Dan. He's also a football player on your team. I found him here, sleeping when I woke up." Carl said as he nervously stood up to introduce his brother. "Dan, this is Charles, my older brother."

"Nice to meet you, man. I heard a lot of praise about you from the coach. Hope we can play on the field. Awesome party by the way." Dan said as he stands up and shakes Charles' hand.

Charles looked at Dan then looked at his blushing baby brother. He knows what that look means so he smiled at Dan and returned the handshake.

"Yeah, I know you. Heard you're popular with the ladies. That true?" Charles asked while keeping his sight on Carl.

"Part of being in football, man. Can't help it if they approve of my looks but a gentleman needs to know when to appreciate the approval of someone special." Dan said as he looks back at Carl.

A smile appeared on Charles's face as he started laughing and patting Dan's back. Carl, on the other hand, was stunned by the way Dan said those words and looked back at him. He felt his cheeks burning up as he tried his best not to embarrass himself. Luckily, Charles drew Dan's attention by talking to him and even offering to drive him back to his house. Dan declined as he bid his farewell to both brothers, especially Carl, by saying to see him in school. When Dan left the house, Charles immediately rushed back to his baby brother and grin maniacally. Carl saw his brother and couldn't help but blush.

"I fucking knew it!! You like that guy, don't you?" Charles exclaimed as he held Carl's shoulders.

"Kinda, I don't know. It's just that he looks so beautiful when I saw him sleeping on the sofa this morning. Is that bad?" Carl asked his big brother as his eyes started tearing up.

"Bad? Of course not!! My baby brother is now a normal human being!! What's so bad about that?" Charles congratulated his brother as he hugged him tight.

"Normal human being? What's that supposed to mean?" Carl exclaims.

"Well, You never had friends over, you never go out besides going to the school and the library, and you never talk to strangers. You just did all those three!! Aren't you happy to finally talk to someone outside of our family? You know that being gay is not a curse, right?" Charles smiled at his baby brother, trying to cheer him up, when they heard a knock on the door.

"I'll get it. Go and take a shower. You reek of sweat." Carl replied as he smiled back at his big brother.

Carl knows that he can never tell Charles what he did to Dan for several reasons but he felt guilty about the fact that he was keeping secrets from his big bro. He just let out a sad sigh as he opened the door and was surprised to see Dan. Carl immediately blushed like a tomato as he was lost for words.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you that I was stopping by the gym later. If you want, I could really use a spotter and I can show you the ropes." Dan asked as he tries his best to avoid looking directly into Carl.

"Yeah, sure. What time?" was all Carl could muster to say.

"I could just text you later, if that's okay? I might rest for a while since my head is killing me. I don't have your number though?" Dan casually asked as he tilted his head to see Carl's reaction.

Carl just automatically pulled out his phone inside his pocket and handed it over to Dan.

"Here's my number." Carl awkwardly handed his phone as he felt the friction between his and Dan's hand.

Dan took out his phone and recorded Carl's number on his contacts as he flashed his pearly white smile at the young man.

"Check you later, Man." Dan bid his farewell as he ran away from Carl.

Part 2 (Here's Part 1)

Carl's phone buzzes from receiving a picture from Dan, saying that he already finished with his pre-workouts and asking if Carl is coming? Carl smiles as he replies that he's on his way and packs his spare clothes inside his bag. He took his bicycle and rode it to the gym. It's already half of the school year and Carl's experiment is going smoothly without any signs of errors or malfunctions from the nanobots. After Dan invited him to the gym, Carl has been working hard to keep up with his subject and crush. Dan helps Carl with workouts to stay in shape while Carl tutors Dan in subjects where Dan finds it difficult to understand. Carl acknowledged that this bond he had with Dan is due to his nanobots but he can't help thinking that it would be nice to have someone like Dan as a friend.

Carl noticed some changes in Dan's behavior over the months. Starting from his ever increasing performance in the football field, earning Dan to be on this year's line up. Carl also noticed the increased rate of muscle growth on Dan's body. Dan now weighs 210 lbs with 8% body fat percentage due to his increased protein absorption. Dan also developed an insane need for Carl's attention. Dan will always go with Carl everywhere whenever the team doesn't have any practice. He would accompany Carl during their lunch and even asked to walk with him after school. Carl takes note of every single detail and tries his best to stay focused on his data gathering. Though being with Dan for almost 24/7 is exhausting, Carl feels somehow happy that he has someone like Dan to be with.

Once at the gym, Carl immediately looks for Dan and spots him doing bench press. He walks to where Dan to greet his friend without taking his eyes off. That's when Carl bumps on someone which makes him fall on his ass and bite his tongue. Carl closes his eyes as he groans from the pain when he heard a deep booming voice.

"Sorry about that, I didn't see you there. Are you alright?"

Carl felt his whole body tremble from how smooth and velvety the man's voice is. He looks at the man as he stares in awe of this fine specimen. Carl is speechless as he tries to stand up only to fall back down again. The man reaches out to him and pulls him up from the floor as he pats Carl's clothes to remove some dirt. Once the man is sure that Carl's clothes are clean, he looks at Carl with anxious eyes.

"Hey buddy, are you good? Did you hit your head?" The man asks.

Carl just stares at the man when he realizes that he's been staring for too long. He suddenly looks down as he places his hand on the back of his head and smiles.

Yeah I'm fine. Sorry for bumping into you."

"No worries, bud. Just try and be careful next time. There's a lot of heavy equipment here at the gym and we don't want people bumping into them. Just watch where you're going next time, okay?" The man states with a smile as Carl just nods his head.

"Hey Carl! I thought you'll never show up! I see you already met the gym owner?" Dan interrupts the two of them as he places his arm around Carl's neck.

"He's the friend you're talking about Dan? Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Cole Shepard, the gym owner." Cole says as he extends his hand to Carl.

"I'm Carl, sir. Pleasure to meet you as well." Carl replies as he shakes Cole's hand.

"Such a strong grip. I think my hand is going to break." Carl thought as Cole shook his hand for a second before letting it go.

"Well, I hope you can improve yourself here at my gym. Feel free to ask for assistance if you ever need one. I'll be at my office or at the front desk." Cole says as he walks away from the two.

Carl was left blushing and trembling from his interaction with the very hot gym owner which Dan immediately noticed. He pats Carl back and smiles at him as Carl replies with a weak, blushing smile. Dan then grins at Carl and decides to tease him.

"You tap that ass?" Dan says with a devilish grin, which made Carl embarrassed.

"I would if I could. There's no way that a man that hot would settle for a dweeb like me." Carl replies.

"Uh huh. I really think that you really have it bad for a DILF type. That's right, I've been reading up some info about being gay so that I wouldn't be left out when you and your brother are talking about gay stuff." Dan proudly states as he crosses his arms proudly.

Carl bursts out in laughter from how cool Dan is with him being gay. After a month of hanging out together, Charles confronted Dan about Carl's sexuality while they're all hanging out in their house, giving him a warning that if he's just hanging out with his little bro to take advantage of him then Dan would have to face Charles' wrath. Dan said that it doesn't bother him at all and would still like to hang out with Carl, which made Carl blush like a tomato in front of his brother and his now best bud. Ever since then, Carl would often be pestered by Dan, trying to set him up with some random gay guys that he thinks Carl would like. Carl didn't mind since he was just happy that his friendship with Dan is still fine. Whenever Carl would ask Dan about why he's been trying to hook up Carl with strangers, he would just say that he just wants Carl to be happy with someone.

"Hey man, I thought we agreed about "no gay talks while at the gym"? I don't want to have a target on my back just because someone overheard you saying that I like the gym owner." Carl says as he looks up to Dan, who just smiles playfully at him.

"I know, I know, it's just that I never saw you flirt or date someone. We're young! We're supposed to be horny and curious about sexual stuff. Trust me, sex is good." Dan replies with a grin on his face and gives Carl a thumbs up.

"I don't know, Dan. I never tried to flirt with someone. What if I suck? What if they find me boring and ugly and disgusting?" Carl argues.

"Well, it sucks when that happens. That's why you need to practice. Learn how to approach someone for a normal conversation. I didn't hurt you when you talked to me. I even liked you then. So maybe, people will like you as well." Dan confidently smiles and pats Carl's back.

"I dunno." Carl says as he looks down.

"I know, how about I teach you some stuff that I know that works and you can try it for me. I will say if you sound normal or not. What do you say?" Dan proposes.

"Now? Here at the gym? This place is crowded."

"How about your place? We usually hang out there after a workout and I'm almost done with mine. For today, you will not work out your body but work out your flirting skill." Dan says as he tries his best to be funny to lighten up Carl's mood.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad are still in England and Charles will be home at 5 so I think no one will make fun of me. Do you promise that you won't make fun of me?" Carl asks.

"I promise. From one bro to another, I shall pass on my knowledge unto thee." Dan jokes as both of them laugh.

As the two of them arrive at Carl's house, Dan immediately makes his way to the sofa and makes himself comfortable. Carl then sits beside him as they both stare to the blank TV screen.

"So, how do we do this?" Carl asks to break the ice.

"Go get us some lemonade first. I'll be preparing your script then you will say the lines to me and I will rate your performance." Dan replies as he pulls out his phone and starts typing.

Carl then proceeds to the kitchen and makes a pitcher of fresh lemonade. Once he makes sure that the taste is good enough, he goes to the living room and sees Dan still typing on his phone. Carl excuses himself and says that he'll be changing his clothes first. Dan just nods to him without turning his head to face Carl. Carl walks up to his room and notices that the tablet on his table, which is connected to Dan's nanobots, is blinking. He noticed that there was an abnormal spike of testosterone on Dan's body earlier and proceeded to check it out. Dan's testosterone level is now lower than before but still higher than what he indicated on the nanobot's programming. Carl felt a slight worry as to what caused the abnormal spike but was interrupted when he heard Dan shouting downstairs, telling him to hurry up. He immediately changed his clothes and went downstairs. Carl goes to the living room but Dan is not there. He hears something in the kitchen so he walks to the room and is surprised to see Dan, shirtless and drinking his lemonade. After Dan finishes his glass, he sees Carl standing there and flashes a smile to his friend.

"Coach says that lemonades are good for rehydration after a workout. Damn, my muscles feel so sore." Dan says as he flexes his arms in front of Carl.

"Dude! Why are you shirtless in my kitchen?" Carl frantically asks.

"My shirt is wet with sweat and I don't want to catch a cold. Anyways, let's do this, bro!" Dan exclaims as he walks past Carl to the living room.

They both sit on the sofa and Dan hands Carl his phone, saying that he already knew his lines and Carl should try to guess what he should say using the script on the phone. Carl reads the script and immediately expresses how cheesy and corny the lines are. Dan assures him that no matter the case, the lines are effective for him and Carl should try it out first. Carl takes a deep breath as he inches his way close to Dan and says the first line.

"Hey! I saw you sitting here alone in the bar. Is it okay to be your company?" Carl asks as he looks straight into Dan's eyes, as stated in the script.

Dan just smiles as he stares back into Carl's eyes.

"I don't mind. How about you? Why are you alone in this bar too?" Dan smiles.

"Well, no one in this bar is sensible enough to appreciate a good company." Carl nervously answers.

"Good company? On what ground can you claim that you are one?" Dan replies with a smirk.

"Well, a good company never leaves until the other party is satisfied. I, for one, can make sure that you'll be satisfied." Carl says as he internally curses at how cheesy the line is.

"Big claim for a small guy. I'd like to see you put your money where your mouth is." Dan replies as beads of sweat are now forming all over his body.

"Not until I can hear you accept my offer?." Carl says as he looks down on Dan's phone to make sure that he said the lines correctly.

As soon as he looks back up to Dan, he feels something touch his lips as Dan's face becomes close to his. Carl tries to look for Dan's eyes since the script indicates that he must maintain eye contact. He then realizes that Dan is kissing him, with his head tilted and his eyes closed. Carl is frozen in his seat as he felt something forcing its way inside his mouth. Slowly, he let the thing inside and he is greeted by a swirling tongue, trying to wrap itself around his own. Carl closes his eyes as he feels Dan's hand touching his face and his hips. Dan slowly leans down on Carl as he uses his hand to support Carl's back and gently lays Carl down on the sofa. After a few more minutes, Dan pulls away from Carl and opens his eyes to see Carl blushing while looking back at him.

Dan then realizes what he did and decides to act on his instincts. He dives back to Carl and proceeds to passionately kiss him as Dan lets his hand wrap around Carl's lithe physique. Dan feels like his mind is about to explode. His body is just too hot and bothered that his mind can't process his actions. All he wants to do is to show Carl how much he loves him and make him feel special. Nothing else matters. Just Carl. The only thought in his mind is to make Carl happy just like how Carl can make him happy.

He wants to repay everything Carl has done for him over the semester. How Carl helps him with his assignments. How Carl prepares food for him after their workout. How Carl makes sure that he studies for their exams. How Carl is so amazing and yet he looks down on himself. Dan felt every emotion that he had for Carl all at once. It's like when he finally got accepted into the team after he worked his ass off training day in and day out. Above all those emotions, one stands out unlike the rest. Love. Dan realizes that he loves Carl. He loves Carl more than football, more than workouts, more than pussy.

Carl feels like it's been forever since Dan kisses him. Every second becomes a minute and every minute becomes an hour. It's like the whole universe just decided to stop expanding and it's just him and Dan, making out like there's no tomorrow. He can feel everything that is happening to his body. How Dan's tongue swirls with his. How Dan's hands are caressing every inch of his skin. How Dan's dick is grinding on his thighs. Carl felt his chest tighten as he began to struggle to breathe. He tries to breathe through his mouth but Dan's mouth just suckles his soul out of his mortal body. Carl then starts to feel like he was floating in the clouds. He smiles as his consciousness fades from his mind.

Final Part (Here's Part 2)

"Calm down, little bro. So you're saying that Dan makes out with you and you passed out doing so?" Charles chuckles as Carl panics in front of him.

"What? No! I mean, yes. But, is that all you have to say? After everything I said about the chip and modification? The only thing that caught your attention is how I passed out?" Carl exclaims at his brother before he was met with a serious stare. Carl was stumped by that look and knows that his brother is being serious with him.

Charles lets out a sigh before putting his hands on his baby brother's shoulder.

"Look Carl, we already talked about how you should let me know if you ever need someone to test out your techs. You agreed that you will consult me if ever that happens. Clearly, you let your hormones beat the better of you. You think that because you tampered with an innocent man's body and now he's gay for you?" Charles asks with restraint in his voice.

"I'm so sorry, Charles. I just thought it would be better to work with someone without any knowledge that changes are being made in his body. I thought that I'll be able to gather data in its purest form but I now know that it's just my urges talking. Please help me." Carl starts crying in front of his brother, who just let out a sigh.

"Baby bro, you know that I love you so much. But, this mess is your doing. You need to tell Dan what you did and remove that chip from his neck. Whatever happens after that, you need to accept it and take responsibility for it." Charles says as he pulls his baby brother into a tight hug before letting him go.

Carl wipes his tears from his cheek as he thinks of a way to tell Dan about the chip. He was about to leave when Charles interrupted him.

"Hey little bro, since you also said that the chip of yours improved Dan's performance on the field, do you mind if you do the same for me?" Charles asks him crying brother.

"What? You know that's a trial, right?" Carl replies as he tries to silence his cries.

"Yeah but it works, right? I'm still against that you used that chip on Dan without asking, but I'm different. I already know the effect of the chip and I can tell you the experience first hand." Charles grins.

"Okay, if you really want it then I can whip something like Dan's chip. I will remove the dopamine command since I don't want you to become attracted to me as well." Carl says with a sad tone in his voice.

"Look Carl, no amount of modification in the neurotransmitters can make someone suddenly gay for another. Anyone can associate a person with their happiness but it's their own preference that will define who they want to be their partner. I love you as my brother and nothing can change that." Charles said to his brother before Carl walks out of his room.

Carl jumps on his bed and contemplates his brother's words. He must take responsibility for what he did to Dan and confess everything to him. Dan deserves to have a normal life as he sees fit. He didn't deserve to become a lab rat by a horny dweeb who doesn't have any real-life experiences. At first, Carl thought that Dan was just another asshole, homophobic jock who's way too self-absorbed and vain. But, after spending time with him, Carl saw Dan in a different light and respected his dedication to everything he does.

It might just be because of the chip but Carl knew that Dan deserves to be his own man without Carl's intervention. He then resolves himself and dials Dan's number on his phone. Dan picks up on the first ring and happily greets Carl. Carl only replies in a cold tone and asks if Dan could come over. Dan agrees and ends the call then and there. Carl lays back on his bed as he closes his eyes and thinks of words that he can say to Dan to make up for his mistake. After a few minutes, he heard someone knocking on his door before it opened. He saw Dan, standing at his doorway, panting and sweating like he immediately ran as soon as their call ended. His red shirt is now stained with sweat marks on his pits and chest. Carl smiles at him as Dan returns the smile and walks inside the room.

"Hey there. Thought you will never want to see my face again." Dan says nervously as he sits down on Carl's bed. "I figured that after you fainted from us making out and waking up with a sad look on your face, you're angry for what I did." Dan continues.

Carl was speechless from what Dan said to him. If he only knew that he did that because he literally programmed Dan's body to want him. He tries to say something but Dan interrupts him by kissing his lips again. Carl was flabbergasted as he softly pushed Dan away from him. Dan stops with a teary eye as he returns to his spot on the bed.

"I hope we can still be friends, Carl. I respect and love you even if you don't feel the same for me. It's just that I never felt this way with someone before. I have my fair share of experience in high school and at the university but nothing compares to you. You make me want to keep improvising myself to be a better version of me. My parents tell me that I changed for the better when I started hanging out with you and Charles. My friends told me that they didn't like it when I stopped dinking but were happy that I'm trying to improve myself. They're now following my footsteps and drinking way lesser than before. It's all thanks to you, Carl. You helped me see that I'm capable of becoming the best version of myself and I loved you for that. I can't force you to love me back but please let's be friends again. I don't want to lose you." Dan said as tears started streaming down his face.

"I used my chip on you." Carl stated as Dan slowly faced him with a confused look.

"That morning when you wake up with a pain in your nape, that was when I injected the chip on you. The chip lets me modify your bodily functions however I like. First, I increased your testosterone levels to help you with your games. Next, I spiked your protein absorption to help you gain the muscle mass you need to keep up with your increased performance. Lastly, I tweaked your brain to feel happy being with me and to be aroused when we're alone together. All of these things are what you've been experiencing for the past 6 months, all thanks to my chip. But last night, when you kissed my lips, I saw your lust for me and realized that you're only acting that way because I made you act that way. I feel guilty for tampering with your feelings and decided to confess today." Carl said everything without stuttering nor looking at Dan. He held his head down as tears dripped down to his thighs.

An awkward silence fills the room as both Dan and Carl sit on the bed beside each other. Carl tries his best to suppress his cries but fails in doing so. He can hear Dan's heavy breathing as they just remain seated on the bed. The silence was broken when Dan asked Carl.

"So none of my feelings for you are real?" Dan asks with a stoic voice.

"Yes, I programmed your body to feel that way when you're with me." Carl replies.

Dan stands up and pushes Carl to his bed. Carl looks up to Dan as he hovers over his body and pin him down. They look into each other's eyes and remain quiet for a few minutes. After what seemed to be a lifetime for Carl, he sees Dan smiling at him as Dan sits down on the bed.

"Look Carl, I don't know what you did to my brain and body but I don't really care, man. Go turn me into a freaking cyborg for all I care, nothing can change the fact that you've been a wonderful friend to me for the past 6 months and that I will still want to take that friendship to a new level. I can only assume that the reason you reject me is because you feel bad for what you did right?" Dan asks as he lovingly stares into Carl, who's now looking back at him.

"Yes, I don't want you to be enslaved by the chip's influence and be able to make decisions on your own." Carl replies as he wipes his tears and calms his body.

"Okay then, here's my proposal. Give me the controller for this chip thingy so that I'll be in charge of my own body. I will turn off the part where I'll be aroused and happy around you. In one week, let's see if I will change my mind. If I don't love you then, I will take the chip with me. If not, then I will return this controller back to you and surrender myself under your control." Dan claims as he confidently smiles at Carl.

"Huh? A week will prove nothing. It took me 6 months just to confirm that your behavior was modified by the chip." Carl argues.

"A year will do then. Or are you just too scared to find out that I'm correct?" Dan stated.

"Of course, not." Carl meekly replies.

"Then it is a deal. First, teach me how to use this." Dan smiles as Carl instructs him.

1 year later

Dan and Carl were watching Netflix in Carl's bedroom when a notification rings up on both of their phones. Both of them sat up to check what it was and saw that it was the anniversary of their agreement. Both of them smile at each other and end up laughing together. As a month passed by after their agreement, Dan asked Carl to go on a date with him. Reluctantly, Carl agreed after making sure that the third command on the controller is not activated. They had a great time together and shared their hopes and dreams with each other as they sat down by the lake. Dan confesses to Carl that he told his parents and friends that he's gay and that he wants to be with Carl. Carl wanted to reject him for the second time but Dan insisted that his decision is his alone. He told Carl that chip or no chip, he will still choose to be by his side. Carl said yes to Dan and they spent the night passionately making love with each other under the moonlight, by the lake. Dan introduced Carl as his official boyfriend to his family and friends, which accepted the two of them wholeheartedly.

They stop laughing and go back to their cuddling as they watch the movie together. After the movie, Dan pulls out the controller from his backpack and gives it to Carl. Carl was surprised as he looks at Dan with a confused look.

"Now that we know that I don't need anything chip to tell me that I love you, I know surrender myself to you, Carl. I am yours; body, mind and soul. I hope you can finally forgive yourself because I already forgive you, babe. Set yourself free." Dan says before planting a gentle kiss on Carl's forehead.

"I love you, Dan."