Not Himself

Every Bounce Is Mine

man… I wasn’t even planning on grabbing him inside the locker room. I waited until he was done—fully dressed, hoodie on, gym bag slung over his shoulder, that tired end-of-workout look on his face. Rami’s the type who finishes his set, showers, gets dressed, and dips. he just pushed open the door to leave, took one slow breath, glanced at his phone-

and that’s when I hit him.

slipped into him while he was exhaling. he stumbled for half a second, blinked hard, and yeah, his face did that confused little twitch when I took over his body. that was the only moment he ever had. after that? he was mine.

and I didn’t even bother walking him out of the gym.

first thing I did was steer him right back to the mirror. that’s where this pic comes from, me dragging him in there, feeling how the hoodie clung to his shoulders. I wanted to see what I’d taken, so I made him peel everything off again, his hoodie, tank, the whole deal, dropping his gym clothes on the counter like he forgot why he’d put them on in the first place.

and then? I just stared at him in the mirror. at me now.

that facial expression he’s got in the photo—that mellow, heavy-lidded, “I’m exhausted but damn I look good” look? I held it on purpose. kept his lips parted, eyes slightly unfocused, like he’s coming down from a long day instead of being freshly hijacked.

but his pecs… his pecs were the real playground.

got him bare-chested in front of the mirror, that silver chain settled warm between his pecs, and I started testing him. tiny pulses first, just enough to make the muscle twitch. then harder. fuller. big, heavy, meaty pops that made his chest jump clean under my control while his face stayed lax, dreamy, obedient.

once I locked in the rhythm, I kept bouncing his milkers again and again, chain flicking with every jolt, his gaze glued to the mirror like he was falling in love with himself. and when I felt him get hard in his shorts at the sight of his own chest dancing? fuck… his body felt so goood.

and then I wanted his voice. wanted to hear something filthy spill out in that deep, smooth tone he’d never dare use.

so then I opened his mouth and let him growl out hungrily,

“…ohhh fuck… look at my tits bounce…”

he was supposed to be heading home. instead, I turned him into my own private muscle show, body posing and popping on command.

and the hottest part?

he moves exactly how I want.

Entry #53: His Body Is A Temple

I always go for solo travelers—fit, straight, and focused on “finding themselves.” Makes it easier when I take over and redirect their little journeys. Why book a flight when I can slip right into a tight-bodied tourist already deep in paradise?

This one was perfect. You could tell by his clothes and haircut—definitely some kind of Euro backpacker. Moped. Clean buzzed hair. Bro was gripping the handlebars, lips slightly parted, focused on the road like it was a mission. Serious, hot, unaware he was about to become mine.

I had other plans.

Slid into him mid-ride. His back arched, thighs clenched, jaw dropped with a grunt—“Uuhhhhnn…” That thick accent wrapped around the sound so perfectly. He pulled over fast, body twitching, chest heaving. I made him lift the phone and snap that first selfie. Damn. That face? Brooding. Sculpted. You can see it in the shot—brows drawn, eyes intense, lips pressed like he’s deep in thought. Serious. Focused. Like he’s still trying to figure out what’s happening… but I’m already in full control. That calm, collected expression? All mine now as I made him flash a cocky smirk. I looked down to see his body more. His chest was the first thing I noticed—tight, defined, sweat clinging to it, begging to be enjoyed.

No more sightseeing. He’s the attraction now.

Fast-forward to tonight. Local club, packed and steamy. I got him shirtless the second we walked in, sweat already working down his tight chest and abs. Arms up, hips grinding into the next guy who couldn't keep his hands to himself. The locals eat him up—fingers dragging over pecs, tracing the lines down his stomach, sneaking under the waistband.

I’m the one making this damp, glistening body thrust, flex, moan.

“Fffuuckk… yeah—touch me right there…” I groaned through his lips, head rolling back, the voice drenched in lusty need.

He’s not just sweating anymore. His cock throbbed in the shorts, soaked with pre, twitching from the overload. Every movement, every one of his moans—mine.

I’ve had him going nonstop, his body fully trained to obey my every filthy urge. He wanted self-discovery. I gave him a new identity.

Mmm, yeah… he was supposed to be finding temples. Now he’s the one being worshipped.

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The Takeover Pump

I swear, this gym turns into Diego Morales’ personal catwalk every damn day. Dude walks in like he owns the air, chest out, sleeves hugging his biceps like they’re gonna rip. And no one even questions it. The way guys make room when he passes, like he’s some kind of gym royalty—it’s insane. And he laps it up. Doesn’t even need to talk shit. Just a smug look, maybe a half-laugh when some newbie fumbles a set, and he’s already inside their head.

Today was classic Diego. He watched some kid struggle through a bench press—barely making it up—and just shook his head and grinned to himself. Not loud, not cruel. But you felt it. Like, damn bro, even your smirk is condescending.

And that’s when I knew.

I wasn’t just gonna admire Diego Morales anymore.

I was gonna be him.

He was mid-set, sweat starting to sheen on his thighs. That snake tattoo on his left leg looked like it was moving, stretching across that thick quad every time it twitched. His skin looked hot—flushed, glowing, dripping with effort and testosterone. It was all too perfect.

So I zeroed in on that ink. Didn’t even wait.

I slipped right into it.

Sliding into his body through the coil of that tattoo was nasty. The feeling of muscle tightening around me, swallowing me in—ugh, fuck. I melted straight into his quads. Thick, dense, just packed with power. I flexed—subtle at first. Felt the fibers clench under my will. Felt the weight of his thighs respond like they already belonged to me.

He twitched. Grunted. Tried to get up.

Nah. I froze him.

These were my legs now.

I pushed up—greedy. Took his hips next, his hard fucking abs, and that thick, proud chest. Every inch was soaked in heat and salt and testosterone. He gasped, tried to say something. “What the f—”

But I grabbed his throat from the inside. Squeezed gently.

And I answered through his lips.

“…fuck yeah, this body’s mine now,” I moaned. And goddamn, his voice—that voice—was like caramel and gravel, pure cocky alpha drawl. I felt it rattle in his chest, deep and wet and mine.

His fingers twitched on his lap. Then curled into fists. I made his forearms bulge. Veins popping. God they looked so hot all pumped like that.

Then I reached his face.

His jaw was clenched, nostrils flared, trying to resist. He was furious—until I smirked. That Diego signature smirk. Easy, smug, effortless. I felt the shift. That moment when the body gave up and gave in.

Oh yeah. Now we were talking.

“That’s better,” I purred out loud, savoring the smooth, cocky tone I now controlled.

I glanced down. Still on the plyo box. Diego’s legs splayed, thighs huge, arms resting on his knees. Black shirt soaked, clinging to his chest, sleeves tight as hell.

I flexed hard—both legs. Oof. That mass. The pressure. I bit his lip, reached for his phone, angled low.

Snap.

The look in the photo? Arrogant. Sweaty. Fuckable. And all me.

God, moving inside this body was pure filth. Every shift of muscle, every bounce of his thick frame—it was like walking around in a suit of raw sex. When I stood up from the box, I felt his glutes clench and lift under the fabric, thick and heavy. His ass swayed with power, that casual, dominant jiggle in every step. And when I reached down to adjust the thick bulge in his gym shorts?

Fuuuck. I almost moaned.

His cock throbbed in my grip—long, hot, still sticky from the heat of the takeover—and the sensation of his fingers wrapping around it like it was just another muscle to flex? I had to breathe through the wave of need that hit me.

I needed a mirror. Needed to watch myself move in his body.

Next stop—locker room.

I planted myself in front of the mirror and peeled his sleeve back, nice and slow. His shoulder… holy shit. A round, swollen globe of carved muscle, striated and high, like his body was always flexing for attention. I rolled it under the mirror light, watched the fibers stretch and twitch, veins trailing up toward that thick neck. Unreal.

“Daaamn, this delts-on-display shit is filthy,” I growled, dragging each syllable out with heat in Diego’s voice—low, syrupy, hungry. Snap.

I locked eyes with the reflection. That smirk—default Diego—but the fire behind it? That was me.

His lips. His face, but under my control?

Dangerous.

I decided to leave a little present of my stay in Diego and uploaded the two pictures I just took to his Insta. I watched the story upload. That cocky grin. Those legs spread. His arm flexing like it knew everyone wanted to worship it. And the best part?

They had no idea.

No clue it was me behind that expression. Me behind the lens. Me behind the body.

That secret made his cock pulse again. It was already thick and swelling in his tight shorts, the fabric straining, the waistband cutting into his V-line.

Fuck. I couldn’t wait anymore.

I needed more.

I opened his locker. Wallet. ID. Key. Diego Morales was going home. And this time?

He was gonna get properly broken in.

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His place was nice. Simple. Clean. But had that vibe. Like someone else lived there. Girl stuff on the counter. Probably a girlfriend. Whatever.

She wasn’t home.

And right now, this cocky king of the gym? He was mine.

I stood in front of his bedroom mirror and peeled his shirt off slow, dragging it over his abs. God, he even smelled good. That post-workout musk—salty, warm, soaked into the shirt.

I turned around. His back in the mirror. Wide. Tapered. Lat veins showing. Fuck me.

I flexed. Traps rose like wings. I turned slightly, made the light catch his sweat. Snap.

But the real treat?

His front.

His abs were still glazed from earlier. I’d already busted once in this body—how could I not? I’d flexed in the mirror, bouncing his pecs, stroking that thick cock with his rough hand, moaning Diego’s voice while I came hard all over his torso. White streaks across tan abs.

My claim.

I dipped his fingers into the mess and brought it to his lips.

“Mmm, fuck you taste good…” I moaned, watching Diego’s tongue swirl slow over his fingertip, lips glistening, eyes glassy and half-lidded.

He looked ruined. Flushed. Wrecked. Diego Morales, straight gym bro, now dripping with cum and afterglow.

“God damn, I make this face look so fucking good,” I groaned, cock already hard again just watching his smug, satisfied smirk in the mirror.

But then I saw it—the back. Still clean. Still untouched.

Not for long.

“Gotta get the other side messy,” I grinned, rolling his thick lats. “And I know just how.”

I opened his phone. Straight guy, obviously—texts with his girl, zero trace of anything queer.

But this body was mine now.

Grindr. Installed. Profile up. Cocky pic, smug caption: New to this. Curious. Masc only. Know how to handle a real man?

One swipe. One lucky guy.

And tonight? Diego Morales was getting pinned down and bred. Moaning into a pillow, ass clenching around cock, still not understanding why it felt so good.

Kris was almost out the door when I struck. His hand had just reached for the keys, the fabric of his tight shirt stretching over his chest as he bent slightly. The mask was already in place, snugly covering the lower half of his face, a final piece of armor before he faced the world. I could feel his thoughts—he wanted to wear the mask to not get sick for a big upcoming interview. But now that I was here, nestled inside his body, there was no way I was letting that mask stay on.

As I settled into him, fully in control, I straightened his back and walked him to the mirror. “Kris, Kris, Kris,” I murmured, hearing his deep voice for the first time, rolling his name off his tongue with a teasing lilt. I grinned at how smooth and resonant it sounded. “Why hide behind this mask? That’s just cruel.”

I reached up, hooking his fingers under the mask’s edge. Slowly, I peeled it off, watching the reveal in the mirror. First, his sharp jawline emerged, then those full, slightly parted lips. His grin—my grin—was already there, wide and unusually cocky for him. I curled his lips just enough to flash his teeth, then let his face soften into a confident smirk that was a perfect balance of playful and seductive.

“Mmm that's much better,” I took a deep breath feeling his chest rise and strain against the tight fabric of his shirt. Without another thought, his mask slipped from my hands and it landed carelessly on the counter.

“Look at you,” I whispered, his voice rich and dripping with awe as I tilted his head side to side, watching his reflection with fascination.

Rolling his shoulders back, I made him puff out his chest. My grin plastered across his handsome face turned downright wicked. Damn, it was so hot to see him act so arrogant. “Mmm, feels so damn good,” I murmured, dragging a hand over the word “Dedicate” stretched across his shirt. His chest rose and fell with controlled breaths as I tightened his muscles beneath the snug fabric.

I flexed his pecs, the tight material straining with the movement. “Unghhh… oh yeahhhhh,” hearing his groan drip with unrestrained pleasure. His pecs quivered under my touch, and the faint outlines of his hardening nipples pressed visibly against the shirt. I dragged his fingertips over them, eliciting a soft, pleased moan.

“Feels so good… so sensitive…”

Sliding his hands under the hem of his shirt, I lifted it slowly, savoring every inch of revealed skin. His torso was a masterpiece—sculpted abs, deep cuts along his obliques, and a chest that practically begged to be explored. I ran his palms over his body, a deep groan escaping his lips. “Ohhh shitttt, this is amazing,” I whispered, his voice playful yet dripping with heat.

Then, my eyes drifted lower. A smirk spread across his face as I guided his hand down over his abs, feeling the tightness of his core and the warmth of his body. “Mmm, what do we have here?” I murmured, letting his fingers graze the growing outline beneath his pants.

“Ohhh, Kris…” I groaned, his voice now breathy with anticipation. His body was responding, alive under my control, and I wasn’t about to stop. I adjusted his stance slightly, pushing his hips forward, watching as the growing bulge became undeniable.

Nasser took a deep breath, lifting one arm overhead while bringing the other across his chest in a classic side-flex pose, feeling the satisfying burn in his biceps and shoulders. His torso twisted slightly, making the hard lines of his abs pop, each muscle defined and tense. He held the pose, eyes following the sharp contours of his chest, the peaks of his biceps, and the tightness in his core.

“Not bad,” he muttered under his breath, a small, proud grin sneaking onto his face as he admired the result of all his work, holding the flex just a bit longer.

Lost in the moment, he adjusted his stance, shifting his weight and admiring each line and curve as he moved. But just as he leaned in closer to the mirror, the locker room door swung open. Nasser froze, catching the stare of the other man, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, uh… my bad!” the guy chuckled, trying not to laugh.

Face instantly heating up, Nasser dropped his arms and grabbed his gym shirt, clearing his throat. “All good, man,” he mumbled, quickly looking away and wiping the sweat from his forehead, pretending he hadn’t just been caught admiring his physique. He’d always been humble about his looks and felt awkward flaunting himself in front of others. For Nasser, his hard work was personal—he didn’t like to boast.

The man who walked in on him however did, especially when he was up to no good...

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I didn't come to the gym for a workout, but rather a perfect moment like this. I leaned against the door frame, grinning as I watched him scramble to pick up his shirt. Poor guy looked like a deer in headlights. Nasser wasn’t just any guy at the gym—he had this natural humility about him that only made him more of a target for what I could do.

And he didn't even know it yet.

As Nasser packed up, he kept his head down, shoving his water bottle and gloves into his gym bag. As he continued, I placed down my stuff on the bench next to his, pretending to mind my own business. I kept my movements casual, letting my presence settle in close. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him glance over, quick and subtle, like he was trying to figure out why I’d suddenly planted myself right next to him when the rest of the locker room was free.

I have to act quick. Just as he started putting on his shirt over his head, I shifted a little closer, close enough to feel the faint warmth radiating off him and a waft of a mixture of his deodorant and his hard earned musk. Fuck, he smells nice... I can't wait to take it all in... more intimately. In a smooth, practiced move, I reached out, connecting touching his exposed back before he could put on his shirt.

"W-what the-" Nasser let out a small yelp. Before he could turn around, my arms and torso was already making their way in as I fully immersed myself into the back of his frame. Nasser moaned, just as my head went in with the rest of my body, and a rush of heat filled me as I fully took over. I straightened up, letting his body adjust to my control. I started with flexing his fingers, rolling his shoulders back to feel the satisfying weight of his solid frame.

“Oh hell yeah... this will do,” I muttered, hearing his voice come out of his mouth. My mouth. Looking at my new reflection, I saw Nasser gazing back with an arrogant smug expression as I tossed his shirt aside without a second thought. Time to pick things back off where Nasser left them.

Lifting his—my—arms overhead, I struck a pose in the mirror, letting the light catch every line and curve of his body.

“Mmm damnnnn, yeah I'm fucking hot,” I boasted with his projected voice, flexing his bicep and feeling his muscles stretch and burn , drinking in every angle of his sweaty body as I leaned forward, bringing his face closer to the mirror.

"Looking pretty damn good, aren’t we?” I chuckled, using his voice in a way he never would—cocky, dripping with confidence. Nasser would have been modest, but I was more than ready to show off everything he’d built.

Arm still raised, I look at his sweaty pits in the mirror and grinned. I lowered one arm, bringing it down, my hand tracing the defined lines of his obliques before reaching his armpit. I let my fingers linger there, enjoying the warmth, the masculine scent that felt almost primal.

“OooOooh… fuck,” I whispered, closing my eyes briefly, breathing in the heady scent that clung to his skin. The scent of him—sweat, warmth, the unmistakable musk of a hard workout—filled my senses, grounding me in the reality of this body, this strength.

With a final whiff, I felt Nasser's body finally give in and start to stir for itself as his gym shorts began to strain against the growing swell in his groin. My eyes widened, a spark of excitement flaring up as I felt his body getting heated for himself.

It was time to test how much further this could go.

I dropped the flex, bringing his sweaty hands to his growing bulge. My heart raced and a warm tingle shot through me as his shaft swelled, thickening and pushing up against the fabric of his shorts. The pressure, the sensation, was overwhelming.

"Shit," I grunted, his breath coming out ragged and harsh.

I slipped his hands into his waistband, pulling his shorts and underwear down over the swell of his muscular ass, revealing his growing erection, which sprang up, the tip exposed, already leaking beads of pre-cum.

"Fucking hell," I gasped, wrapping his hand around his shaft and feeling his length twitch. With a firm grip, I began to slowly stroke his cock, savoring the sensation, the warmth, the pulsing, hard heat in his palm. I took his hand and wiped the sweat off his glistening chest and abs, and smeared it over his throbbing cock. The smell, the heat, the slick friction... it was too much.

Gazing into the mirror at Nasser's reflection, I watched as I made him make various expressions while I explored his body further. His eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure, his mouth hung open, and his eyes were wild with need. It was fucking gorgeous to see him in such a state.

"Damn fuck yes," increasing the speed of my strokes on his cock.

Look at you, so fucking turned on." Bringing his other hand to his nipple, I directed him to tease it with his rough calloused fingers. The combination of sensations had him groaning and moaning, completely under my control.

"Oh shit that feels amazing..." I moaned. Hearing Nasser's moans leave my mouth was intoxicating.

I could hear footsteps approaching in the distance, but unlike Nasser, I didn't care. He was mine in this moment, and I relished in it.

"Nasser, you're so fucking hot," I gasped, the words escaping me in short breaths. "You're so fucking hot. You're so fucking hot." His voice lustfully repeated.

"D-didn't mean to stop showing off earlier" I made him say, keeping his gaze locked on the mirror as I continued making him rub one out.

"I'll make up for it now though," I teased with a mischievous grin on my lips.

With each passing second, the primal scent of sex grew stronger as he pumped himself faster and faster. Sweat dripped from his pits and mixed with precum on his shaft – it was a heady mix that drove his body wild.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" I yelled, his voice booming for anyone to hear.

Just as I got his body ready to cum, the door burst open.

"O-OHH fuUUUCK!" I yelped in surprise, Nasser's body seizing, his back arching and his hips bucking as his cock exploded in a thick rope of hot sticky cum, spattering his sweat-slick torso and abs with his seed.

The stranger looked at me in disbelief and I gasped catching my breath and grinned back in satisfaction, knowing my job was done .

As I settled into the driver’s seat, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sensation of being in his body. My gaze caught the reflection in the rearview mirror, and damn—Mateo was a sexy motherfucker. A smirk tugged at his lips, natural for him, but the awe behind it was all me, the one now in control. I shifted slightly, feeling the muscles in my—well, Mateo’s—chest tighten, still buzzing from the workout.

“Shit these are nice,” I muttered, testing out this new voice, hearing that laid-back, confident tone. It had a casual swagger to it, almost like he was used to talking this way, smooth and cocky. I gave a small flex, watching Mateo’s pecs bounce in the mirror. Damn, that felt good. I couldn’t resist; I flexed again, harder this time, and his chest swelled, rising with each bounce. “Look at that… fuckin’ unreal.” My fingers slid over his damp skin, feeling the solid pump, the heat from the gym still radiating through his body.

The scent hit me then—sweat, body wash, and that earthy, musky smell that clung to him after the workout. It was strong, and hell, I liked it.

“U-u-ungghhh, fuckkkk,” I moaned, not even trying to hide how much I was feeling it, inhaling deeply, letting that raw, masculine scent fill my lungs. It hit me in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Damn, you smell so good, bro,” I muttered through Mateo’s lips, as I made him hungrily look at his own reflection. I admired the sharp jawline, the messy curls that somehow looked perfectly styled, and my chest tightened as I took him in again.

“F-fuckkk,” I whispered, almost like the smell alone was doing things to me. Shit, I’d stay in this body all day if I could. I flexed again, his pecs bouncing in the mirror, and I let out a low, satisfied grunt.

I let my hand wander over his chest, fingers tracing the firm muscles. Mateo’s pecs felt solid under my touch, but the skin was smooth, a little slick from the heat. I gave them a squeeze, feeling the weight of them, letting my thumb graze over the soft hair there.

“Yeah, I can see why you like all this hard work” I made him tauntingly say as if he was talking to me. My eyes locked on his reflection as I worked my fingers over his chest, feeling the muscles flex just under the surface.

“Ungghhh… hell yeah, this feels so good,” I groaned through his lips, grinning as I tested out that laid-back, playful voice again. I flexed again, watching his pecs bounce in the mirror, unable to hold back.

“Shit, look at these fuckin’ things,” I muttered, squeezing them with both hands, feeling their heavy, solid weight. “You got some fuckin’ monsters on your chest, bro,” I groaned, smirking at how it sounded, amused by how casually cocky it felt. I pushed his chest out, flexing harder.

“YEAH, look at my big-ass meaty titties" I moaned breathlessly, my fingers tracing every curve of his pecs.

“UNGHHH f-ff-fuuuckk” I groaned again teasing his nipples while enjoying the lazy, confident sound of his voice. His reflection looked back at me, serious, cocky and in heat. It was hot, watching Mateo’s face twist in pleasure, knowing I'm the one causing his own body to get hard for himself. His jaw tight, lips slightly parted, the groans slipping out effortlessly. I gave a little grin, loving how I could make his body respond under my control.

I angled his face, giving a smoldering gaze and gave his pecs another pop. Yeah, I could do this all day.

Ken was deep into his Saturday morning gym grind, muscles pumped and glistening with sweat. The gym was his sanctuary, where he sculpted his body over the past few years. As he wrapped his wrist getting ready for the next part of his workout, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

"Today's going to be a good day," he thought, confidence surging through him. But just as he was about to hit the weights, something weird happened. A sudden, icy chill crawled up his spine, and before he could process it, his vision blurred, and then—nothing.

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Next thing I know, I’m slammed into Ken's body, feeling every hard-earned muscle as if it were my own. "Holy shit," I breathe, feeling his massive chest rise and fall. The sweat on his chest feels fucking amazing, slick and hot. What the hell did Ken do to get this body? Whatever, it’s mine now.

I roll his neck, savoring the tension release. "Ungghhh, fuck yeah," I groan, savoring his voice and feeling his muscles respond. Then I push it further, making Ken flex his arms, feeling the strength surge through his bicep as it bulges under the gym lights. I tilt his head back slightly, a serious look with a slight grin spreading across his face. Damn, it's so hot making him pose in the mirror.

"Damn, I’m a fucking sexy Asian beast," I make him say out loud, loving how I make his voice sound full of cocky arrogance.

With his arm still flexed, I raise his pits to his face, taking in the musky scent of his hard-earned sweat. "Ohhh fuckkkk, that’s good," I growl through his lips, inhaling deep, letting his musky scent fill me up.

Sniffing more, I hear the faint sound of footsteps behind me. But I don’t care; I’m too lost in the intoxicating experience of being Ken. I keep his arm raised, breathing in deep again, savoring every drop of sweat and testosterone.

"Ken? What the hell are you doing?" A familiar voice cuts through my enjoyment. I turn to see Paul, one of Ken's closest gym pals, standing there, his expression a mix of confusion and shock.

His eyes are wide as he watches Ken—his disciplined, image-conscious friend—shamelessly indulging in his own musk. This is so out of character for Ken, who’s always been the epitome of self-control and composure, never one to lose himself in anything, let alone something as primal as this.

But instead of backing off or explaining, I make Ken smirk, raising an eyebrow in arrogant defiance. I keep his arm raised, breathing in deep again, savoring every drop of sweat and testosterone.

"What’s the matter, Paul? Jealous you can’t get a whiff of this sweet Asian musk?" I taunt through Ken’s lips, the words dripping with cocky amusement.

I watched Juan navigate the crowded airport with palpable irritation. His frustration was almost tangible, radiating from his pissed-off face. His dark eyes, sharp beneath the brim of his cap, scanned the area with barely concealed anger. His luggage banged into the back of his leg, the wheel on one side refusing to roll smoothly. He cursed under his breath and kicked it, muttering in Spanish.

I followed him closely, my curiosity piqued by his visible irritation. When he reached the counter, the young woman behind it flashed him a customer service smile. “Good afternoon, sir. How can I—”

“Good afternoon, my ass,” Juan cut her off, slamming his passport onto the counter. “I’ve been waiting in this line for an hour. Do your job and get me on my flight.”

The attendant’s smile faltered, but she maintained her professional tone. “I’m sorry for the delay, sir. Let me check you in—”

“Yeah, yeah, just hurry up,” Juan snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. His hoodie stretched tight over his broad shoulders as he leaned in closer.

The attendant’s gaze dropped to his passport as she quickly scanned his information into the computer. I sighed with relief as the line moved forward. At least his behavior wasn’t directed at me.

I followed him onto the plane, dreading the proximity. Juan tossed his bag into the overhead compartment and then plopped into his seat. I moved into the row, taking the seat next to the window. His cologne, a strong woodsy scent, filled the air, and I felt a shiver down my spine. Despite him being such a dick, he was quite hot.

Hours into the flight, the cabin lights dimmed for sleep, but Juan’s legs stretched out, encroaching on my legroom. It was as if he didn’t even acknowledge my presence.

“Dude,” I said, my voice low and annoyed, “would you mind moving your legs?”

Juan turned his head, his dark brown eyes locking onto mine with a penetrating glare. “What?”

“Can you give me some space?” I motioned toward the cramped legroom he was monopolizing.

“What’s your problem, man? You don’t need all that room,” Juan snapped. “What are you, like 100 pounds? You don’t need more space. Stop being such a bitch about it.”

He went back to his movie, leaving me seething with frustration. I decided to show him what it felt like to have your space invaded.

Unaware of what was coming, I focused on the warmth of his muscular legs pressing up against mine, channeling my essence through that contact point. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the pressure.

First, I took control of his leg, making the muscles twitch. Juan didn’t notice, too engrossed in his film. As the flight attendants began their meal service, I moved my control upward into his torso, feeling the strong beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest. Juan breathed deeply, oblivious to my intrusion.

Next, I seized control of his arms, subtly flexing his biceps and forearms. Juan remained unaware, his attention on the movie. The flight attendant reached our row, and Juan prepared to order his meal. I made my final move, flooding his mind and seizing full control.

“Chicken plea-AHH,” Juan’s voice cut off abruptly as I took over his vocal cords. His suave, arrogant tone was now under my command.

I made Juan’s lips curl into a polite smile. “Actually, none for me, thanks. I’m not hungry for that type of food,” I said smoothly. The attendant blinked in slight confusion but moved on. Juan’s stomach growled, but I was too thrilled by the power I wielded to care.

I leaned back in the seat, savoring the strength in every muscle. I wasn’t content just to sit—I had to explore. I stood, stretching Juan’s long legs, feeling the denim tighten over his thighs. With a casual glance around the cabin, I headed to the bathroom.

Once inside the cramped space, I locked the door and faced the mirror. Juan’s handsome face stared back, but it was me behind his dark brown eyes.

“Hey, sorry for being such a bitch about earlier,” I made him say with an apologetic expression. Seeing him apologize felt bizarre but thrilling. I grinned, marveling at his cheeky smirk flashing back.

I flexed his muscles, feeling the fabric of his hoodie stretch over his pecs and biceps. “Glad I could give you back your space and more,” I made him say, lifting his hoodie to reveal his chiseled abs. I laughed at the absurdity of it all and continued to remove the hoodie, exposing his tanned, lean torso.

Seeing his reflection standing there was exhilarating. I felt his jeans strain against his growing member underneath. “Sorry man, I hope you understand that I needed the space earlier because of this,” I mockingly said in his voice as I groped the bulge with his hands. “It was getting a bit cramped as you can see”

I unfastened his jeans and pulled down the zipper, the sound echoing in the confined space. Excited, I slipped out of his jeans, leaving Juan in just his Tommy Hilfiger briefs.

I grabbed Juan’s phone and unlocked it with a bit of effort. Opening the camera, I switched to video mode. Time for some fun.

Looking into the camera, I said, “Fuckkk, this plane ride got me so horny,” palming his bulge and letting the camera focus on the action. I moved his hands into his briefs, breathing heavily with excitement. Slowly, I pulled his briefs down, revealing his thick cock.

I wrapped his hands around his hardening shaft and began pumping. “UGhhHHHhh, I need to drop this thick load n- now,” I groaned, his voice quivering. I aimed the camera at his stiffening member. “Mmmm fuck yeah.” I continued tp pump his shaft while watching his reflection under my control closely. A wicked grin spread across his face. His eyes, usually so intense, were now half-closed with a look of raw pleasure. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were pulled into a soft moan. He looked like he was trying to hold back a bigger groan, his expression a mix of satisfaction and vulnerability. It was a far cry from his usual cocky self, and the difference was striking

I watched myself pump his shaft, the foreskin rolling over the head of his cock. His balls tightened, and I yelled uncontrollably as his orgasm hit. Hot, white seed sprayed out, covering his six-pack.

“Awww fuck yeahhhh that was amazing,” his moans escaping my lips and I let his cock go. “Missed dinner for this,” I said in his voice, gathering his seed and lapping it up "ayyy… muy rico".

I smiled at the screen and ended the video. “Fuck man, you’re a slut,” I said, putting the phone back in his pocket. I pulled up his pants and adjusted the hoodie.

……………….

Juan’s eyes blinked open, confusion flashing across his face as he took in the cramped bathroom, his reflection in the mirror, and the mess surrounding him. He looked down at his disheveled jeans, and the dampness on his abs.

“What the—” Juan’s voice trailed off as he tried to make sense of the chaos. The reality of the mess and the strange salty taste in his mouth hit him with full force. He took a deep breath, trying to regain composure, but the embarrassment and frustration were evident.

Back in his seat, he tried to focus on the remainder of the flight. His legs now within his space and not sprawled out. He glanced at his phone, the last video’s thumbnail visible, and grimaced.

"The fuck happened to me?"

……………….

Juan rushed into his apartment, dropping his luggage hastily by the door. To any onlooker, it would have looked like he was eager to shower and unwind after the long flight. He staggered into his bedroom, he his hurried movements as he stripped off his clothes, tossing them aside with little care.

However, once the clothes were discarded, he stood naked in front of the bedroom mirror with a mischievous grin. He framed the shot and spoke smoothly into the camera. “What a fucking long flight, but looks like I’m ready for round two,” he said, flexing his muscles with a playful smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hi, I have a reservation under Carlos Salinas for this week," he muttered, his voice low as he leaned slightly on the counter, eyes half-lidded.

Jenna, behind the desk, nodded, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard. "I just need a credit card and a copy of your license."

Carlos fished his worn leather wallet out of his back pocket and handed over the requested items without a word.

After tapping away at her computer, Jenna looked up with a playful glint in her eye. "Everything seems to be in order, Mr. Salinas. Here are your room keys." She slid two room keys across the counter, her gaze lingering for just a second too long. Accustomed to such attention—Carlos simply nodded.

The smooth hum of jazz filled the elevator as Carlos leaned against the mirrored wall, eyes closed briefly as if savoring the brief respite. When the doors opened with a soft ding, he trudged down the dimly lit corridor until he reached Room 527. Swiping the key card, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

He kicked off his leather shoes, sending them skidding across the floor, and tossed his suit jacket onto the ground without a second glance. His shirt clung to his back, damp with sweat, the fabric stretched over his shoulders. His fingers ran through his hair, leaving it even more disheveled than before. The weight of the day seemed to hang off him in the way he moved, sluggish and tired.

He headed straight for the bathroom, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. But as his hand touched the door handle, something caught his attention—a quick movement, a flicker of movement or perhaps just a shadow—but enough to make him pause.

Little did Carlos know that his much-needed rest would have to wait.

...

I watched Carlos collapse onto the bed with a heavy sigh. He had no idea I was there, invisible and silent. Carlos and I were the same age, but we couldn't have been more different. He was the confident ladies' man, while I was the thin, unassuming coworker still in the closet—a secret Carlos was blissfully unaware of.

"Damn, what a long day," he groaned, stretching out on the bed. I grinned, the thrill of what I was about to do coursing through me. I'd recently discovered an astral projection spell, and tonight, I was going to put it to the test.

Putting the spell into, I channeled my energy, my ethereal hands moving in a practiced pattern. A strange force surrounded Carlos, holding him in place. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't obey.

"What the hell?" he stammered, confusion setting in. But before he could react further, my essence descended upon him, entering and filling every part of his muscular frame.

Carlos' eyes widened in surprise as the sensation washed over him. He gasped and in an instant, I flooded his body, suddenly exposed to the rush of sensations he was experiencing just moments ago.

"U-Ughhhh," I inadvertently moaned, hearing Carlos' moans escape my- or rather Carlos' lips.

I felt the heat of his skin as my hands pressed against his chest, feeling his muscles tense and stretch under my command. I forced him to sit up, pushing the weight of his torso forward. His legs swung over the side of the bed, his feet pressing flat against the floor.

I decided to test things out, so I stood him up. His legs wobbled for a second, but then I had him moving around the room. I watched his muscles shift and tense, flexing with every step I made him take. A grin spread across his face- I knew exactly what I had in store next.

I walked Carlos’ body toward the bathroom and I made him stop and stare at himself in the mirror. I took in his reflection and I couldn’t help but grin, enjoying his cocky expression with me behind the wheel. His body was mine to play with, and I was definitely enjoying the ride.

With a devilish smirk, I reached for the first button on his shirt and slowly popped it open, savoring the anticipation. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing his smooth, chiseled chest and those hard abs that just begged to be touched.

"Damn, feels better than I imagined," I growled in his smooth voice, relishing the way it sounded coming from my own lips.

Next, I kicked off his shoes and socks, then slid down his pants, leaving him in nothing but those tight, Calvin Kleins that hugged his hips and junk just right. Standing there in the mirror, nearly naked, his tanned, sculpted body on full display—it sent a shiver down my spine. Yeah, I need to capture this.

I grabbed his phone, unlocked it without a hitch—his face was mine now, after all. A few swipes, and I had the camera pointed at the mirror. My new face, his hot body… grinning, I snapped that first photo. Oh, this was just the start of the fun.

I smirked as I continued taking selfies, holding the device at arm's length to capture Carlos' smooth, tanned bare chest and abs in the shot. I couldn't help but smile at how much I made Carlos look like a tool in those pictures. Discreetly, I sent them to myself as evidence.

Turning Carlos' body back toward the bedroom, I walked to the nightstand and picked up a small bottle of complimentary lotion from the hotel. Climbing onto the bed, I sat on my knees, looking into a dresser mirror that showed Carlos' reflection staring back at me.

As I began to caress Carlos' chest and abs with both hands, I felt the warmth and firmness of his skin under my fingertips. I circled my fingers around his nipples, gently tweaking them until they became hardened peaks. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through my entire being, causing me to moan aloud in delight. Hearing Carlos' deep moans drove me crazier, and I slowly removed his boxers, feeling the fabric slide smoothly over his skin.

"Damn, Carlos..." I muttered under my breath, admiring the way it stood proudly before me.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my hand around Carlos' shaft, feeling the heat and firmness of it. I began to stroke it with firm, deliberate motions, savoring the silky texture. I varied my pace, alternating between slow, languorous strokes and rapid, forceful pumps. Each touch sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, driving me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Look at you, Carlos," I sneered, my voice dripping with condescension. "So desperate, aren't you?" I said, seeing his reflection of him completely losing his usual demeanor and composure. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth slightly open, his expression one of pure, unrestrained pleasure.

With a smirk, I propped Carlos' phone up on the dresser, hitting record for what I had in mind next. I might not know much Spanish, but I knew enough to make this a little extra spicy and humiliating.

"Yo estoy caliente," I murmured, letting Carlos' sexy Mexican accent roll off his tongue. Hearing that deep, smooth voice say something so needy? Yeah, that was hitting all the right spots.

"Por favor, dame tu leche," I made him moan, slow and breathy, feeling the heat in every word as it slipped from his lips.

"F-fu-fuuuuckkkkk," I moaned, breaking character. After a few moments of hearing Carlos' deep moans and feeling his muscular body twitch under my touch, I knew we were close.

I pumped faster and faster, bringing Carlos' cock to the edge. Each stroke sent electric sensations coursing through me, building up the pressure inside.

"I can't take it anymore," I moaned. "D-dD--damnnnnnn"

With one last thrust, I exploded in a powerful orgasm, Carlos' seed spurting out and coating the bed, his hand, and abs. The release was intense, waves of pleasure radiating through me as I gasped for breath. Hungrily, I lapped up the cum from my fingers, savoring the sweet, salty taste of Carlos' seed inside his own body.

Once his climax had subsided, I fell back onto the bed, feeling spent and satisfied. I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

After taking a moment to catch my breath, I sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. I grabbed the phone from the dresser and stopped the recording, saving the video and sending it to myself.

"Damn," I thought to myself, feeling proud of the work I had just done. "This is definitely going to come in handy the next time I'm feeling bored."

I couldn't wait to see the expression on Carlos' face when he watched the video, but then a realization set in. I deleted the evidence from Carlos' phone and smiled. There was still a whole week left to our business trip, and I wanted more.

A Hook-up Surprise

Danny was the cream of the crop on Grindr. He had the typical alpha type mentality which was accentuated by his beefy muscular build and thick beard that matted his face. To no one’s surprise, he was quite the player as he recently pounded another hungry bottom who crawled to him begging for just one night. Danny didn’t even bother asking his current hook-up for his name, because they only served one sole purpose. To please him.

Usually Danny would give his hook-up the boot from his apartment before they got too clingy, but this latest guy he met was particularly good so he decided to let him stay the night. After all, he didn’t mind knocking out another one in the morning before heading to work. Unfortunately for him, Chris, his hook-up, had other plans in mind instead of being used by him again.

At the break of dawn, Danny continued to grumble in his deep slumber, however Chris was wide awake ready to put his plans into action. Quietly like a gentle breeze, Chris began to chant a strange invocation that altered his own physical body into a hazy mist. Slowly, the mist entered Danny’s body with each breath until no trace was left behind. Almost as if nothing happened, Danny continued his deep slumber until his usual morning alarm broke the eerie silence. His eyes fluttered open with an unordinary hunger to his eyes as a mischievous smirk formed on his face. There was a new commander in charge of Danny’s body, and it was Chris.

“F-fuck, how are you this horny already” Chris moaned in astonishment as he was greeted by Danny’s already rock-solid morning wood despite their recent hook-up. Without restraint,  Chris fervently explored his new body from head to toe where he quickly found Danny’s usual kinks that turned him on.

“Let’s see how you react down there stud…” Chris panted in curiosity as he guided Danny’s strong hands to his ass. To no surprise, Chris yelped in pleasure as he probed regions Danny would never dare let anyone touch. Before he could even respond, Chris roared in Danny’s deep voice as he instantly climaxed all over Danny’s naked torso and face. Exasperated, Chris slowly regained his composure while he cleaned himself of the mess he made by giving each drop a good taste.

Stressful Day

The couch never looked so appealing to John as he flopped himself on top of it with out a loud thud. It had been a long day for him that was more exhausting than the usual. He was lectured by his boss the whole day, and then to make  matters worse, he was then caught in traffic that ate into the little time he had left which he spent at the gym and his home. He wanted no more than to just kick back and relax while catching up on the most recent show that caught his interest on Netflix. He turned the TV on, and the pleasant melody of the show’s introduction played throughout his living room. John let out a deep sigh of relief to finally be able to wind back and let the problems of his world drift away.  

Unbeknownst to him, another individual who lived near him also had a rough day and they needed to find a way to have some downtime as well. Their break however did not include a night of watching a Netflix show, but rather John himself. 

They astral projected themselves above his body, and they ogled at John’s carefully crafted body below them. John was a tall and brawny individual which was evident by his unclothed chiseled torso on full display. Normally John would have never shown himself topless to another individual like this, however he was oblivious to the neighbor’s presence in the room.

No longer able to resist, his neighbor slowly aligned their essence to John’s stretched out frame and began to gently descend into John’s physique. Upon first contact, John felt a sudden chill spread throughout his body which sent goosebumps popping all over his skin. This abrupt coldness was then replaced by a sudden warmth which made John inadvertently groan over the sounds of his TV. John’s mind and body gave way, with his neighbor’s projected soul fully integrating itself to every nook and cranny of his body.

There was an eerie silence from John as he laid motionless on his couch, but his body became reanimated again with his eyes fluttering open. Unfortunately for John, this meant he was no longer the pilot of his own body.

“Fuck yeah....” John moaned under his neighbors control, as he glided the palm of John’s strong hands against his abs. He hungrily groped John’s muscly pecs and grunted at their sensitivity and soreness from the workout that John just had earlier.

“Damn, it must have been chest day for you hunk” he said uncharacteristically from John’s usual cool demeanor. He continued to worship his newly claimed chest, and he savored the sensations of John’s body as he became insanely aroused by his own touch. 

Boyfriend Gone Wild

“Hey babe, what do you feel like for lunch today?” Matteo questioned his girlfriend who was typing furiously away at the keyboard. 

“Anything sounds good” she responded robotically while staring into the white abyss of her laptop screen which was filled with multiple tabs of different websites.

“Okay, I’ll whip up your favorite” he smiled. He anticipated this would lighten up her mood, however she didn’t even respond as she continued to type away at her mundane task. Matteo shrugged and left down the hall to their kitchen, taking note she hasn’t been her usual self. Lately his girlfriend has been consumed by all the different assignments and Matteo knew she was stressing out. He wanted to change this. 

Matteo fished for ingredients in the cabinet as he started to prep lunch. He diced the vegetables and started to saute them, slowly filling the house with a familiar aromatic smell that he was sure would lift her mood a bit. 

Unbeknownst to him, there was something else hidden in the spiced odor, and it didn’t quite have a smell. It was a fellow building tenant he didn’t personally know, and this individual was astral projecting themselves while looking to practice their ability to possess individuals. Unfortunately for Matteo, this stranger’s search has come to an end once they laid eyes on him. 

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I phased through each apartment to see who would be my next suitable host. Eventually, I found this shirtless hunk who was cooking away. This is my chance. I swooped in and dove into his body seamlessly. Despite the simple entrance, a battle ensued as Matteo realized he had an unwelcome presence in his body, being me. 

“Get out of m-me” he gasped, letting out a few low grunts as we struggled for control of his body. A minute passed when I eventually gained command and I found myself breathing heavily as droplets of sweat glistened his, or rather my chest. Orienting myself to my new surroundings, I could hear faint clicking noises coming from another room.

Paying this no mind, I focused on what I came here for as I looked down at this guy’s popping pecs and abs which shined in the sunlight entering the room. One thing that I loved about possessing a new body was savoring the changing sensation in the host’s body now that I was in control. This guy was nowhere close to being aroused, but now that I’m in control that was quickly changing. I decided to tease his nipples to see if he gave it any attention and inadvertently let out a loud moan on the first rub. He clearly paid this part of his body no mind.

“Are you okay?” the individual in the other room shouted. Oh shit it must be his girlfriend. 

“U-uh I’m fine, just hit my toe into the chair” I shouted back in my new voice. It had a nice deep mellow tone to it, turning me on even more. 

I felt a bit sorry for this guy as I looked at the meal he was prepping. Sorry for the interruption dude, but I came here for one reason. Unable to resist the urges anymore, I went out into his living room and laid down on the modern couch. I continued to play with his nipples and marveled as they popped out and became rock hard. 

I looked down at my now muscular chest and noticed my host’s grey briefs had a soaking wet spot. Intrigued,  I decided to see if this guy could produce enough precum to act as a lubricant. As I played with his nipples more, the soaked spot gathered at his tip making it bigger and bigger. I knew he had it in him. 

I unsheathed him with his boxers, and at first it was a bit rough but it gradually became slick as I went back and forth while trying to hide his deep moans, but I failed miserably.

“Damn you're a loud one, aren’t you”” I groaned in ecstasy trying to make this pleasure last as long as possible. I felt it coming and I tried my best to contain it but I suddenly erupted all over himself as I felt some splatter in his beard and hair. 

Bad Snapshot

Say cheese. While my target and his friends smiled at the camera, I prepared to force my essence into one of the unexpected stranger's bodies. Just as the picture was taken, I entered my host and he winced for the briefest of moments while I gained control. The only evidence of me taking over his body was this picture taken.

It’s always a strange experience when entering a new body for the first time. I looked down at my body’s naked chest and admired his muscular lean pecs with a slight peppering of hair matted across. I inadvertently let out a soft groan which caught the attention of the most muscular friend of the group. I can’t believe that I already triggered my bodies’ hormones into full drive as I felt the fabric of his pants start to strain.

“Hey guys I need to hit the bathroom,” I told them while savoring my host’s deep baritone voice. At this point, I was practically leaking.  

“Don't jerk it too long” laughed the most muscular of the friends.

“Of course not” I chuckled going along with the friendly banter. Little did he know that is what I exactly planned to do.

I headed out into the sea of people, quickly finding my way to the bathroom. As I oriented myself to my new stature and stockier build, I noticed a few glances from women and I knew perfectly well what they were ogling at. I would have been joining them too if I wasn’t from the inside controlling this hunk.

I eventually found a stall, no longer able to resist the raging boner I sparked in this man's body. Unable to resist my urges any longer, I shucked off his chino pants and felt his dampened briefs caused by the sweet juices tricking out.

I went down to business and I gave his large rough hand a spit and started exploring his body while savoring new sensations for the first time. Hearing the deep moans of pleasure come from my throat turned me on further, knowing I was making this stud horny as hell.

When possessing a new guy, I like to play a game to see how much endurance they have. Despite my current host’s appearance, he gave way within a minute as I busted all over his chest. Although lasting so short, he surprised me with a copious amount of his thick juices which now glistened on his abs and pecs.

“Well this has to go somewhere” I muttered as I cleaned him up by lapping up each glob and giving it a good taste.

It’s always a pleasure to use my powers on the jerks of the world and humble them down a bit. I recently was about to get a promotion in my office, but this guy here named Greg back stabbed me and launched a smear campaign so he could get the position instead. Now it was time to return the favor. 

I hovered over Greg before possessing him and took notice of who I was about to become. He had a fresh hair cut and a nice stubble to highlight his jaw line. I then looked down at his shirtless body and admired his defined arms and abs. I especially eyed his slightly peppered chest and I couldn't wait to shower it with his warm juices. Losing my patience, I rammed my essence into his slumbering figure. He grunted once before he gave way, letting me ooze into every crevice of his body. Next thing I know I’m opening up my eyes to the morning light as an alarm blares from his night stand. It’s his first big day as manager, however I had no plans to make it run smoothly for him. Instead, my attention quickly diverted to the new sensations permeating throughout his, or rather my body. I lift up his bed sheets to be greeted by his fresh morning wood pitching a tent in his boxers. 

Looks like someone is going to be late to work...

Times were rough with the quarantine being extended over and over again. Miguel was just laid off from his office job and although he saved enough money to be comfortable without worries, he didn’t want to eat into his savings this way. He spent too much time and energy on building up his career and life for it to all go down the drain because of some stupid virus.

He decided to make the best out of this bad situation; he would give webcamming a try. Apparently, it was easy money and Miguel knew he could easily garner an audience. He took care of his body and he was proud of his results, however, he wasn’t the type to boast about it.

Couldn’t hurt to try, he thought.

Starting up his first session, Miguel decided to eat lunch while he watched what he was getting into. At first, he saw a few flattering comments which made him chuckle, and while he was in the midst of chewing he heard a ping from his desktop. He got his first tip and it was the amount needed for a private session which caught Miguel by surprise.

Wow, this is pretty easy after all, he thought.  

Miguel obliged and turned off the public chat and he prepared himself for the demands the user may make. He already knew that he would draw the line at any act too raunchy.

He watched as he saw the user was typing away, and finally, the message was sent through. Miguel was puzzled at the request the user wanted. The user wanted him to say a strange phrase that seemed like gibberish. Miguel didn’t mind the request, it was actually much better than what he was originally anticipating.

Swallowing his food, Miguel read the phrase on cue and as the last bits of the phrase left his mouth, Miguel felt a sudden drowsiness cloud his mind. His plate of flood slipped out of his hands, and before it could even hit the floor he was already in a deep slumber.

Miguel’s body groaned as it awakened. Little did Miguel know there was an intruder in his apartment and that intruder was now in control of his body.

Instead of cleaning up the mess on the floor as Miguel would, the new occupant’s attention was solely on what he came for, Miguel.

“Fuck yeah…” the unknown intruder said admiring Miguel’s features in the webcam that was still running. He rose up Miguel’s arms and took a deep whiff of his underside.

“Aww you don’t smell, time to change that,” he said with a devious grin spreading across Miguel’s face. The intruder continued to admire his newly acquired body as Miguel’s unfinished lunch stained the carpet a deeper hue.

The intruder savored the quickly changing sensations in his new body. He first experienced Miguel’s yearning for food, but that hunger was quickly replaced with an insatiable lust, partly driven by him but mostly due to Miguel’s libido.

“Sorry for interrupting your lunch,” the intruder said, “I’ll fix that up for you”. He took Miguel’s hands and dug them into his shorts, drawing his leaking juices out on his fingertips. 

It’s time for the real meal...

Getting the Job Done Right

A construction company has been going through workers left and right and the boss couldn’t understand as to why. Luckily, they were able to find a new guy quickly who fit the bill. Clean, young and had the strength to get the hard work done which the job demanded. Hopefully, this guy would be the one to stick.

“Go to the back locker and go ahead and get ready for today,” the boss said, patting the new work on the back “, welcome to the job buddy”.

“Thanks” Dave smiled and he went back to the backroom where he found a few lockers for his coworkers. Dave liked everything at his new job so far. Decent pay and everyone he met was very friendly and seemed to be great people to work with. He also really needed the money, so he planned to stick with this job for quite a while.

Dave walked over to the lockers and found the one for him and he opened it up finding it mostly empty except for one box on the bottom. He opened it up and he was puzzled at what he was looking it. He lifted up the item and he quickly realized what was left behind.

“Which kinky bastard put this here?” Dave said picking up the jockstrap from the bottom of the locker. He lifted it and looked at it from afar. In his hands was a used jockstrap suspender.

“Oh what the fuck…” he muttered, “this is an interesting way to start up a new job”. He noticed some stains on it, and before he could drop on the ground in disgust a musty stench emanated from it, entering his nostrils.

“What the…” Dave managed to mutter as he felt the powerful stench enter his body. He tried to drop the jockstrap instinctively but something was wrong. Instead, he was doing the opposite. His body firmly grasped it and brought it closer to his face.

“What the fucks happening!” Dave exclaimed as he helplessly watched in horror as his body went on pilot mode. He stripped himself down naked, ridding himself of his shirt and pants. He tried to scream for help to one of his other coworkers but his body was silent. Slowly his body slips each leg through the jockstrap readying to hoist it up. He felt the crusty stains rub against his member and he wanted to gag however his body eagerly wanted to finish putting on the strap.

His body placed one arm through the strap of the suspender and then the next, completing the look. Dave’s eyes glazed over for a split second and were then replaced with a new mischievous look.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. Finally, a good one, can’t wait to get this body nice and sweaty” Dave’s body spoke. Unbeknownst to Dave, his body was now occupied by an ex-worker named Chris who was fired a while back. As payback, Chris decided to give his ex-boss a rough time with every new hire he got by becoming them.

Chris reached down to the floor to pick up Dave’s pants and put it on. Chris admired his new chisel chest, feeling quickly aroused in his new body.

“Can’t wait to try you out later when I get out of work”. he said while feeling Dave’s cobbled stoned abs. He gave his hardening nipples a gentle rub and moaned.