一個男人

He stood in that small apartment room, the ceiling light buzzing faintly above as sweat still glistened across every carved inch of the stolen body. His new hand—thick-fingered, veined, powerful—slid straight down the ripped abs and shoved the waistband low. The massive cock sprang free, already half-hard and heavy as fuck, the fat head glistening. He wrapped his fingers around the hot, throbbing shaft and gave it one long, slow pull from root to tip.

“Fuck… this is really happening. Yoshi’s thick cock in my hand… no, my cock now. So veiny, so heavy, I can barely close my grip around it.”

The trapped voice of the original owner exploded inside his skull, raw and furious. “Get the fuck out of my body right now, you sick freak! This is too weird!”

Adam just groaned low in the deep, resonant voice that now belonged to him and stroked again, slower, letting every ridge and vein slide under his palm.

“Too late, Yoshi. For now this perfect hunky body is all mine. Feel that? schlick The way it pulses? That’s me owning you.” Precum already leaked in a thick string from the wide slit, and he smeared it down the shaft with his thumb, the wet sound filthy in the quiet room. “Mmmph… so hot, so slick already. These balls are huge—full and low, swinging like they’re packed with weeks of cum. In my old scrawny body I never felt anything this heavy.”

He kept the pace deliberately slow, real-time, savoring every stolen sensation. His free hand roamed up to squeeze one massive pec, fingers sinking into the dense muscle.

“These tits are fucking ridiculous. So full, so heavy. Ohhhh yeahhh… they bounce when I stroke. Godddd, the weight of them…” He pinched the dark nipple hard, twisting, and the jolt shot straight to his cock, making it jump and spit more precum. “Ahhh—sensitive as hell. Uhhhnngh! Fuck yes, that zing right through the balls.”

Yoshi’s voice cracked with unwilling pleasure. “Stop—please—it feels too good… I can’t think straight…”

Adam laughed, deep and cocky, and brought his pumped arm up, burying his nose in the damp, hairy pit. He inhaled hard.

“Ohhh fuck, that musk… thick, salty, pure alpha stench. Hmmmmm yesss, It’s making my head spin and my cock leak even more. Smell it with me, Yoshi. This is what a real man reeks like, and I bet you never really noticed it before now.”

The trapped consciousness moaned despite himself. “N-no… that smell… it’s too strong…”

Adam stroked faster, the wet fap-fap-fap echoing.

“Exactly. Addictive. You wasted it and now it’s mine.”

He edged himself on purpose, slowing when the orgasm started to crest, letting the massive cock throb angrily in his fist, a long rope of precum dangling and dripping onto the floor.

“No no. Not yet. I want this load to be huge. Huuungghhh! Feel these balls pulling up? They’re so full it hurts—in the best way.” He flexed his free arm again, watching the bicep peak rise high and hard. “And look at this gun with those veins popping, muscle solid as rock. I used to jerk off to photos of you, you know? Now I am you hahahaha,”

Yoshi’s protests were getting breathier, breaking.

“I… I can feel everything… the stroke, the musk, the way the head flares… fuck, it’s too much… pleaseeee, get out of me!”

Adam answered out loud, voice husky with lust. “No can't do it, hottie. And that’s the point. Every stroke, every sniff, every flex is rewriting you. Straight little actor? Gone. Now you’re a horny, dominant muscle god who can’t stop touching himself. Imagine bending some pretty twink boy over and wrecking him with this monster. Or getting railed by a bigger stud while these pecs bounce. Fuck yeahhhh... the body wants it—needs it so bad.”

The mental image made the cock surge, another heavy spurt of precum. He brought the pit back to his nose and huffed while stroking hard.

“The musk mixed with my own precum… I could cum just from smelling myself.”

He edged twice more, stopping each time right on the brink, cock twitching violently, balls drawn up tight and aching. Sweat ran in rivulets down his chest, over the nipples, and down the deep cuts of his abs. He rubbed the sweat into his skin like lotion, then licked his own fingers.

“Oh yeah, salty… manly… tastes like power.”

Yoshi’s voice was barely a whisper now, broken with need. “Please… I can’t fight it anymore…”

Adam grinned, wide and feral.

“Now that's a good boy. Just give in. The old you is fading. I’m Yoshi Sudarso now—permanently. No going back.” He started the final climb, hand flying, hips snapping forward, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick loud and obscene. “Here it comes… balls boiling… Ahhhh… can’t hold it—!”

The orgasm detonated through the massive frame like a bomb. His deep voice ripped out in a guttural roar.

“AHHHH FUUUUCK—CUUUMMING!”

The first thick rope exploded with force, shooting high and splattering across his open mouth and chin, the hot, salty load flooding his tongue. He swallowed greedily. “Mmmph—fuck yes!” More powerful jets followed, painting long, glossy white stripes over the heaving pecs, running down the cleavage, over the nipples, and in thick streams down the shredded abs.

Drool dripped from his lower lip in a long, obscene strand, trailing down his neck and chest while more ropes kept pulsing out. Down there, the load still hit in exaggerated, endless waves. His balls emptying in heavy, satisfying spurts that lasted long seconds.

Adam's new muscular legs shook, one hand braced on the wall as the other kept milking the pulsing cock through every aftershock.

“Fuuuuck! So much—everywhere—ahh ahh!” The body convulsed, pleasure so intense his vision whited out, deep moans pouring out nonstop. When the last weak dribble finally oozed from the slit, he stood there panting, chest and abs completely glazed, cum cooling and dripping in shiny trails.

The inner voice was silent—gone, merged, erased in the overwhelming ecstasy. Only Adam remained, fully in control, the possession is complete and permanent.

He scooped a thick glob of cum from one pec with two fingers and sucked them clean with a wet slurp, eyes half-lidded in bliss.

“Tastes even better now he's finally gone hahaha. All is mine now.” He flexed both arms, cum still glistening on the peaks, and looked straight into the mirror with a cocky, satisfied smirk.

He gave the softening but still impressive cock one last slow stroke, smearing the remaining cum along the shaft.

“Round two in the shower. Then maybe at the gym. Then whoever I want to fuck or get fucked by hahahaha,” The room reeked of sweat, musk, and fresh cum. He breathed it in deep, already feeling the cock twitch again with renewed hunger.

“Now where's the script that I have to memorize, huh?”