Gay Jock & Swaps

DRAIN SLUGS

I stood in the corner of the bathroom as I watched my older brother Tyler and his friend Brett admire themselves in the mirror, butt naked. Only my brother and his friend were not in control of their bodies, it was actually the little alien friends I found slithering through our shower drains. The little green slug things spoke to me like a whisper in my head. They wanted my help, they wanted my body. I had no intention of giving them my body, but at the same time I wanted to help them out so I proposed a better idea. I told them they didn’t want my body I was skinny and would be better suited as a companion who could help them out with how to fit in on this planet. It agreed and I knew exactly who their hosts would be.

Tyler and Brett were downstairs playing video games when I called Tyler upstairs to look at something. He was reluctant to get up at first, but eventually he begrudgingly walked upstairs.

“This better be important you little prick, we were in the middle of a kill streak.”

“Look!” I shouted pointing at the sink, “there’s something in there what the hell is that?” He sighed and walked over to the sink, sticking his head close to the drain.

“I don’t see any-” just then the little alien shot through the drain and into my brothers mouth. My brother gagged and choked on the slug creature and I watched in both horror and intrigue as my brother flailed and shutter. His eyes blinked rapidly as he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, then slowly his fingers let up and his eyes looked calm. He stood straight up and stared blankly.

He coughed, “Thank you.” He said in my brothers voice.

“Your welcome, now call Brett up here.” I said holding up the other alien in my palm. He smiled my brothers smile and took his alien from me before calling out Brett’s name in my brothers voice.

Brett walked in, “What the hell dude, hurry up the games still paused. Where you looking at me like that? Tyler? You alright bro? You’re kinda freaking me out.”

“Never been better.” Tyler smiled as he took his alien friend and stuck it in his own mouth.

“Is that gum? It looked kinda like a-” he was cut off by my brother lunging at Brett and pressing his lips against his. It looked like they were kissing, but as Brett struggled to break free from Tyler’s embrace he pushed his little friend into Brett’s mouth with his tongue. Suddenly Brett stopped struggling and his arms went limp. He stood up straight and smiled.

“Thank you human.” He said to me. “We should inspect our new hosts.” Worth that he and my brother removed all their clothing in front of me. I felt my boner press up against my pants.

They admired themselves in the mirror, my brother on the right and Brett on the left. Feeling their new smooth skins, and toned muscle. I’ve never seen my brother in the light before, let alone Brett. I had to admit, I liked what I saw.

“We are truly grateful for these hosts, human they will be most efficient.” My brother said as he walked over to me, my brothers dick swaying as he walked.

I turned my head a little, “Yeah no problem. You guys looked like you needed a friend.”

“And now we have one,” The alien I control of Brett said to me.

“We must repay you somehow.” The alien in my brother said, then he sniffed the air around me. “I can smell the hormones around you, I can sense you’d like to, as your brothers mind describes it as fucking.” He said it so casual my heart skipped a beat.

“Um no, it uh wouldn’t be right. That body belongs to my brother I couldn’t just..”

Brett came around behind Tyler and started massaging his muscles and kissing up and down his neck while looking at me.

“There’s no sense in denying yourself this pleasure, on our planet the process of intercourse is so natural it’s like shaking hands on your planet. Besides I have enough of your brothers memories to know he’s quite good at it.” He said pulling me into my brother muscular arms and kissing me tenderly, as Brett came around behind me and stuck his hand down my pants playing with my dick. I couldn’t fight it much longer, I grinder on them as I was caught in a sandwich between my brother and his best friend.

Suddenly I heard the front door open and my parents calling from downstairs, “Boys?! Were home! Come downstairs we have dinner!” I quickly threw them their clothes and they started to get dressed, what rotten timing. I looked disappointed as they got fully dressed, they looked at one another after seeing that and my brother smiled.

“Don’t worry little brother I’ve got this.” He said sounding impressively just like Tyler.

“Hey mom, hey dad is it cool if me and Brett take Steven to the movies. I promised we’d hang out with him but we were stuck on that stupid game all day” my mom and dad exchanged surprised expressions at one another.

“It’s not like you to be getting along like that, and you guys never let Steven go with you before.” My mom said looking worried.

“Honey, don’t question it let em go.” My dad said finally She agreed and we took off in Tyler’s car.

“Do you think your brother would mind if we borrowed his money for a hotel so we can pick up where we left off?” Tyler said winking at me through his rear view mirror as I sat in the backseat with Brett who was kissing my neck feeling me up.

(Inspired by @verus-veritas and his Stolen Reflection story. Loved the swap method of a mirror storing reflections. Turned out longer than I expected so gonna break it up into parts. Loosely a prequel to that story, so Mr. Kessler's body will end up back in that mirror eventually! Got some plans for that 😈)

Ethan Shepherd sat next to his best friend, Tyler Rourke, playing video games. While it was fun, there was an air of melancholy about the pair of 18 year old boys. The two had both lived in this same apartment complex for years, and been as close as brothers, going to high school together. Sadly that was coming to an end as Tyler's family was moving away soon. Packed-up boxes surrounded them as a constant reminder of the soon-approaching move date.

"Man, I'm gonna miss you," Tyler said as they finished the round they were on.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too. It's gonna be so lonely here. Dad's pretty much never home and I don't really have anyone to hang with," commiserated Ethan.

The moment was interrupted by a loud "Hey dork! Where's my old weight bench?" from down the hall.

"Bet you won't miss him," Tyler teased Ethan whole rolling his eyes before shouting back, "Probably still in the storage unit!"

The source of the voice was Brock, Tyler's older brother and total jock. He considered Ethan and Tyler to both be total dweebs, and Tyler found Brock to be an insufferable sweaty, smelly jock. Ethan, contrary to what Tyler had said, harbored a major crush on Brock, one he kept hidden as he knew nothing could come of it.

"Ugh, I hate going down there," Brock complained. He passed by Tyler's room, dressed in a tanktop and gym shorts, sweaty and unchanged after his earlier workout.

"You still stink, Brock!" Tyler called out after him, only to get flipped off by Brock as he exited the apartment to make his way to the basement storage units of the complex.

Ethan was grateful Tyler hadn't noticed the deep breath he had taken as Brock passed by and he got a whiff of that sweaty jock musk. His dick was already half-chubbed from that alone.

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An hour or so later, Ethan entered his own apartment after wrapping up with Tyler. To his disappointment, Brock hadn't returned from the basement for Ethan to ogle at one more time. He wasn't sure how many more times he'd get to enjoy Tyler's company and view that Brock offered before the move, so he tried to savor every second.

On the counter top was a note from his Dad-- with one of the usual excuses for his absence. "Hey E, work needed me out of town, will be gone a few days. Fridge is stocked and pizza money is in my desk drawer. PS I need you to get my old suitcase from storage. Thanks!"

Ethan sighed. His father's work often kept him late, and when it didn't it would take him out of town. At this point Ethan was pretty used to the apartment being empty, but without Tyler to help him fill the time, he could see it getting real lonely.

Deciding to stave off the inevitable depressing silence of the empty apartment, Ethan figured he'd go take care of his dad's request. The walk to the basement storage units wasn't a long one, thankfully. Opening the metal door at the base of the stairs, Ethan entered, nose assaulted with the smell of the dust of the ages. The complex had been around for years and years, and some of this stuff had clearly been here since the first tenants moved in.

As he walked towards their storage unit he caught an unmistakable whiff of jock sweat and he paused. There was the unit Tyler's family owned, unlocked, but Brock's weight bench still sat there, unmoved. "Odd," Ethan thought, curious what would have distracted Brock from bringing the bench back up to the apartment. He glanced around and noticed something strange in the unit across the hall, the one marked "Kessler". For some reason its lock had been cut off by some bolt cutters.

The light had caught an odd mirror and Ethan thought he saw Brock standing there, causing him to nearly jump. But when he glanced away, he was alone still. "What in the world..." he pondered.

He stepped closer to the unit with the mirror, ignoring the other odds and ends. There was Brock, clear as day, yet Ethan couldn't see where he was. He glanced more directly at the mirror and started when Brock's eyes met his. Apparently Brock was startled too as he did the same. Like, exactly the same. "Wait..." Ethan spoke and saw the Brock in the mirror do the same. Testing the insane theory he was developing, Ethan raised an arm above his head. Mirror Brock did the same, showing his hairy pits.

"No way!" Ethan said, excitement growing. He didn't know how this was possible but he was already growing excited at the things he could do with Brock's reflection. He slipped his shirt off, mirror Brock taking off his tanktop and revealing his muscular torso. Ethan took out his phone to snap a picture, imagining Brock at the gym taking a selfie for him.

Ethan continued to stare in awe at the perfection that was Brad, shirtless and all for him. Ethan flexed, normally embarrassed of his skinny arms, but Mirror Brad followed and his muscles bulged enticingly. "Oh fuck me," Ethan whispered softly. He slid his hands down his smooth stomach and mirror Brad slid down his defined abs. Ethan couldn't resist slipping his hands into his pants and nearly came right there as mirror Brad seductively grabbed his crotch as well.

"BRAD!" came a shout from the entrance to the basement and Ethan was shocked out of his reverie. In his haste, he stumbled against a box and reached a hand out to steady himself, touching the mirror. He felt a jolt, something he couldn't describe, unlike any simple static shock he'd ever felt. In the mirror, his scrawny 18 year old body looked back at him. He felt a wave of disappointment. Seems like his fun was already over.

He sniffed, and caught a sudden strong whiff of sweat, like the source was right under his nose. Odd, had he really gotten so sweaty so quickly? Aware that someone else had apparently come down here, he reached to grab his discarded shirt. His hand met damp fabric and he looked in surprise at none other than Brad's sweaty tank. It was then he saw how meaty his arms were, and suddenly a lot clicked. "Holy shit, I'm-"

"There you are, Brad!" came a voice from the hall. Ethan looked up to see Tyler's dad. "I know you wanted to get your weight bench but stop goofing off and bring it up. We still need you to help pack."

"Uh, sure thing... dad," Ethan said, unsure of what to do.

Mr. Rourke turned and grabbed a box from the storage unit and looked expectantly at Ethan. Ethan grabbed the weight bench, surprised at the relative ease that Brad's body had with the task. He followed all the way back to the Rourke's apartment, where he set the bench down.

"OK, your brother is helping your mom with packing up the kitchen. I need you to help me get the furniture ready for the truck, whenever they finally get here," Mr. Rourke said authoritatively.

Ethan simply nodded, and got to work. It took about an hour of hard physical labor but everything got done. Ethan marveled at the pure strength he had as Brock, and tried to contain how excited he had been hearing his own body grunt as he hefted heavy furniture around. He was drenched in fresh sweat, almost intoxicated by it.

"Thanks for your help, champ. Honestly expected more complaining out of you but you really stepped up there. Hope this change sticks around, Broccoli," said Mr. Rourke, using an affectionate name Ethan KNEW Brock despised. "But kid you really gotta shower. Get to it."

"OK, will do Dad," Ethan said, feeling oddly warm at the fatherly praise. He stomped over to Brock's room to grab some fresh clothes.

Once inside, he paused. It was the first time he'd been in Brock's room. He was usually a huge jerk about it to Tyler and Ethan, even though they hadn't ever tried to go in his room. He surveyed the place. The air is thick with Brock’s scent, raw sweat, cheap Axe body spray, and a lingering funk of unwashed gym clothes that clings to everything.

The centerpiece is the unmade bed, a full-size mattress sagging under a tangle of gray sheets, stained with sweat and who-knows-what-else. The sheets smell like Brock’s body, all musky, primal, with a faint whiff of cum from nights he didn’t bother cleaning up. A pair of red boxer briefs, crusty with dried sweat and maybe a quick jerk-off, dangles off the edge of the bed frame.

In the corner sits Brock's weights, a set of dumbbells for his use at home. Brock had apparently situated it so the full length mirror hanging from the bedroom door could be used to check himself out while pumping iron.

Ethan sat down on the bed, feeling it creak under Brock's bulk, and stared at his hands. "Holy shit, I'm Brock. I'm Brock!" he whispered to himself in shock. He peels off the sweaty tank top and shoves it to his face to inhale deeply. He loves the way Brock's facial hair brushes against the fabric as he immediately grows fully hard at the scent of his best friend's brother. He lies back and slips off the gym shorts, leaving him alone in Brock's bed with just his underwear on.

Ethan gaped at the bulge in Brock's tight boxer briefs, the way his huge legs stretched out the fabric. The waistband had caught as he pulled off the shorts and Brock's massive muscle ass was teasingly visible. The abs and pecs formed a beautiful trail down to that big Brock bulge. Ethan twisted and buried his face in his new pits to get that potent musk right from the source and involuntarily moaned. His free hand ran up and down Brock's muscles, and he gasped as he brushed against the jock's perky nipples. He began playing with them as he sat up and looked in the mirror. He ran his other hand up and down Brock's powerful frame, moving his huge body in a more sensual way than he'd ever seen it. "Ugh, you smell so good, Brock," he said, voice low and husky as he turned to take another whiff of his pits. He paused and the flexed his arms, licking the massive peak of his biceps. He slid the underwear all the way off at this point, with Brock's massive cock springing free and standing at attention.

"God you're huge!" Ethan whispered to himself as he wrapped Brock's big hand around the stolen cock. Brock was uncut, unlike Ethan's original cock, and Ethan took his time discovering the pleasures of his new foreskin, rubbing the copious precum Brock produced all over it. He looked back in the mirror, seeing Brock all hot and bothered, then flexed again, giving himself a little show.

It was finally too much for Ethan and he gasped as Brock's sizeable balls pulled up and his orgasm arrived. It was mind-blowing and better than anything Ethan had ever experienced. And Brock came a LOT. When the orgasm finally subsided, Brock's broad and muscular torso dripped with his spunk. Ethan scooped some into his hand and licked it up, relishing the warm stickiness of Brock's cum- though it tasted just as bad as you'd expect for a careless jock bro, it was 100% Brock's which was all Ethan cared about.

He paused then and looked back at the mirror. There he lay in Brock's body, absolutely covered in cum, and he felt some of that post-orgasm clarity kick in. This whole situation was ABSURD! Here he was in his best friend's brother's body and he's acting like a desperate whore. He wiped his chest down with Brock's sheets, then scrambled to grab at least enough covering to go down the hall to the shower as was expected. He slipped on a pair of lounge pants and a blue jacket that he didn't bother to zip up. As he made his way through the Rourke household, thoughts of what in the world he would do lingered over a deeper feeling, one he was scared of. One of satisfaction with this change.

I lived in this old cabin near the woods. No nosy neighbors. No traffic. Just birds, wind, and the occasional howl at night. The internet’s shit, but I don’t mind. Solitude suits me, I just hate dealing with people. But sometimes I couldn't help but wonder... would it be that bad to share this cabin with someone else?

One lonely morning, I was sitting at the counter sipping my hot black coffee, lazily spooning oatmeal into my mouth, when the news anchor’s voice pulled my attention back to the TV screen.

"The search continues today for Jeremy Cale, a 32-year-old firefighter and father of two, who vanished without a trace during an early morning jog last Sunday.

Cale was last seen around 5:30 a.m. leaving his home in the Oakridge neighborhood, wearing a gray hoodie and black running shorts. According to family members, this was part of his usual routine—but this time, he never returned.

Local and state authorities have been working around the clock, combing nearby trails and wooded areas, while also reviewing surveillance footage and following up on community tips.

Jeremy’s family is pleading with the public for any information that might lead to his whereabouts. If you saw anything unusual in the area last Sunday morning, or have any relevant information, you’re urged to contact the police department or local Crime Stoppers line.

Again, Jeremy Cale is 32 years old, approximately 6 feet tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes. He is a respected member of the local fire department and a devoted father. His disappearance has shaken the community—and many are hoping for his safe return."

A picture flashed on screen of Jeremy. Shirtless, smiling, flanked by his wife and two kids at what looked like some summer lake trip. The man was fit. Square jaw, perfect beard. He was really hot—I thought as I took another sip of my coffee.

"Mr. Cale's last known location was near the forest trail on Lark Pine Road," the anchor added. I looked out my window. Lark Pine was practically my backyard.

I lived near a small town, where the most shocking news would be of a raccoon that bit an old lady. So, a man suddenly going missing was like a huge deal, becoming the only subject for the entire week among the citizens... Me? Honestly, I had better things to worry about, like finishing the new season of my favorite show.

Later that day, as I was watching my show, I heard a loud knock at the back door. Knocking was actually a kind term; it was more like someone trying to break in. So I grabbed a baseball bat—just for precaution. No one ever visits me out here, and I don't have friends or family. The UPS guy leaves packages at the front door, and even raccoons know to steer clear. Either that was a bear wanting to eat me, or a robber—I didn't know which one was worse. I slowly cracked the door open. And nearly dropped dead.

Standing on my back door, completely naked, was Jeremy Cale. The missing firefighter. But he didn't have the warm smile from the family photo I saw on the News earlier. His face was blank, his body was covered with sweat, and his muscles glistened. And yeah—he was huge. Everywhere.

I didn’t know where to look first. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Jeremy scratched the back of his head.

"What planet am I?"

I blinked, confused. That was a question I never thought I would have to answer. "Jeremy, you..."

"Planet Jeremy—what a peculiar name." He said in an emotionless voice.

"No, you are Jeremy Cale. Your family has been looking for you! Are you okay?"

"So that's how my vessel is called? I don't care about how he is called. I want to know what planet I am on."

"You're on planet... Earth?" I answered, now seriously fearing he had hit his head while jogging and gone completely insane. Jeremy looked behind him for a few seconds, as if he was unsafe, then turned back to me. Those vulnerable, yet empty eyes stared right back at me.

"I need to come inside your primitive ship." Without another word, Jeremy walked right past me and into the house. Just like that. Like he owned the place. My brain froze, trying to catch up. I should’ve said something—asked something—but all I could do was turn around as he passed me. And I caught a full view of his perfect ass.

Jesus Christ. It was sweaty and muscular, just like the rest of his body. He walked slowly, taking in the surroundings of my cabin, completely unbothered by the fact that he was naked in a stranger's house. Then, finally, he turned to me. "I am not Jeremy," he said plainly. "Not anymore. I am an alien lifeform. A neural crawler. I entered this vessel through the ear canal and migrated to the brain, where I now reside and control all his biological functions."

I laughed, not because it was funny, but because I didn't know what else to do. At that moment, I thought he was crazy, or maybe I was going crazy myself.

"Okay, Jeremy... sure. Maybe let’s get you some clothes and water first? Maybe call someone to help you, does that sound good?" I reached for my phone, but before I could unlock it, Jeremy took the phone from my hand and threw it on the floor, smashing it into pieces. I took a few steps back, scared for my safety. Jeremy, the family man, had gone completely insane.

"I didn't mean to scare you. But no one can know I'm here." Watching the fear on my face, Jeremy tilted his head slightly like a curious dog. "You don't believe me, do you? Let me show you." Then he opened his mouth and a tiny blue alien creature hopped off and landed on his finger.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted. "What is that?"

"This is my real form. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to stay in the safety of your primitive ship." Jeremy spoke in a robotic voice, "I can control my vessels even when I'm out of them. I can't speak your language, but this vessel will translate automatically everything I send to its brain. He's not the real Jeremy anymore, but a dead husk that only serves me."

"I can't believe this..." was all I could mutter.

"You still don't believe me?" Jeremy asked.

"I do believe you! It was just a way of... anyway, how did you turn Jeremy into... this?" I asked, slowly approaching Jeremy. I caressed his handsome, bearded blank face, pulling his eyelids a bit, to check his eyes—his pupils were unmoving. I then gently opened his mouth to inspect inside.

"My spaceship just crashed on this primitive planet, and I was in search of a vessel to use as a ship for protection," Jeremy explained as I caressed his sweaty chest. "That's when I saw this human running. I quickly jumped on his body and took him over. He was wearing some weird uncomfortable fake skin, so I ripped that off to show his natural body. Much better, don't you agree?" Jeremy asked, gently putting the tiny alien on his shoulder and then giving me a double biceps pose, his cock swinging at the small shift.

"That 'second skin' is called clothes. And you need to wear them if you want to pass as a human. Believe me, a guy walking naked here is just as alien as a real alien like yourself."

"I didn't know that. My kind never wore clothes." Jeremy looked around the cabin, he grabbed a mug from a shelf, inspected it for a while, and then dropped it on the floor, breaking it into pieces.

"There it goes my favorite mug. Can you please stop breaking my stuff?"

"Do you live in this ship alone?"

"This is my house. And yes, I live here by myself."

"Why don't you live together with the others of your species? Are you an outcast, just like me?"

"You could say that... I'm different from most. I'm attracted to the same sex of my 'species' and that's not very much accepted around here... Hey, I didn't ask your name, like, your REAL name." I asked, looking straight at the tiny alien on his shoulder.

Jeremy smiled, "You can call me Lazul."

"Nice to meet you, Lazul. I'm Remy." I suddenly frowned as I felt a smell. "What is this smell?" I sniffed the air again and then realized that the strong smell was coming from Jeremy's body. "When was the last time you showered Jeremy, Lazul?"

"Showered? My species doesn't need to shower, we lick ourselves clean."

"Well, Jeremy is still very much a human, if you're staying at my place, you will have to follow my rules, so I will give him a bath. Follow me to the bathroom."

"No, I'm not doing that," He said, crossing his arms.

"Can't you lick him clean then? Like you said your species does?" I tried to argue.

"I'm too tiny, I can't lick a vessel this big, but you are half his size. You could use your tongue to clean him if his smell bothers you so much." Jeremy sat down on my couch, his broad, muscular body sinking into the cushions, with Lazul, sitting confidently on his shoulder like a commander. I watched, still a little stunned, as the alien casually raised his tiny arms—and, as if tethered by invisible strings, Jeremy followed suit.

His expression kept blank as he lifted his muscular arms up over his head, exposing his hairy, sweat-slicked armpits. The rich, earthy musk hit me like a wave. Lazul's words came from Jeremy's lips in that robotic tone, "I believe this is the primary source of the odor you mentioned. You should begin here."

I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed as I stepped closer, drawn by the scent. I sat on his side and leaned in, burying my face in the soft, wet jungle of hair under his right pit. It was pungent, masculine, and intoxicating. My tongue darted out, licking up the sweat. Jeremy didn’t move. He remained still, blank-eyed, arms held high.

As I licked, I watched Lazul climb down Jeremy’s chest like a tiny explorer scaling a sweaty cliffside. He made his way over Jeremy’s defined abs, then stopped at the base of his thick, flaccid cock. Lazul threw a leg over it and sat on it like it was a beast to ride. Then he slapped it, making Jeremy's cock twitch, then swell with blood. Slowly, like something coming to life, it grew. Seven... Eight... Nine inches. Thick. Veiny. Cut. The skin stretched tight as Lazul hugged the shaft, his little, long arms wrapping around it.

Lazul then crawled toward the head and, with no hesitation, slid headfirst into Jeremy's slit. I gasped, pausing in my licking. Jeremy moaned deeply, a low, brainless groan vibrating from his throat. The sight of it—the huge cock pulsing, the alien disappearing inside like a worm entering its burrow—was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

I knelt between Jeremy’s thighs and moved down, licking and worshipping his musky balls, savoring the strong taste. Lazul’s tiny blue head popped back out of the slit, blinking at me.

"What are you doing in there?" I asked.

Jeremy's mouth opened, and he spoke, "I feed on a substance similar to your species' semen. But I always find it hard to make this vessel expel the semen, so I have to crawl to the main source where the semen is stored."

"There's an easier way, you know?" I said, slowly inserting a finger into Jeremy's tight hole, Jeremy remained sitting frozen. I then ordered Lazul to make him play with his nipples as I inserted a second finger. In less then three minutes, I had four fingers inside him, Jeremy became overwhelmed by so much pleasure and started cumming.

"This is amazing. You made him expel everything!" And then Lazul disappeared back inside with a wet plop.

**TWO WEEKS LATER**

He stayed in my cabin the entire time, he was forbidden to come out. Jeremy's body, sweaty and naked, became a common view. It was bizarre at first—eating breakfast while a lifeless-eyed firefighter sat across from me, robotically spooning cereal into his mouth as an alien had breakfast with his cum. But the more time we spent together, the more... intimate it became. Lazul had no idea how to be human. He didn’t even know what cereal was. He didn't have Jeremy's memories, just control over his body. He said he still had to learn how to absorb human memories. So every reaction had to be learned, every muscle movement practiced.

I taught him everything.

We spent hours talking. He listened intently. I told him about Earth: its food, its people, its languages, its rules. But mostly, I taught him about pleasure. Sexual pleasure. Lazul was fascinated by how much sensation human males could experience.

We tried every position I could think of. Missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl with me on top of Jeremy's strong thighs, even standing up against the wall. Lazul always watched from within, fascinated by the way Jeremy's body reacted to touch and friction. He would moan in Jeremy’s deep voice, sometimes awkward, sometimes too robotic—but over time, more natural. More real.

Some days, Jeremy would do chores while naked, muscles flexing as he chopped firewood, the sun glinting off his sweaty back. One day, I had Jeremy on his knees, sucking my cock as I watched the news of his disappearance. When they showed a photo of him in his sexy firefighter uniform, I came inside his mouth, and Lazul started feeding.

One peaceful morning, we were having rough sex, like we had every morning. Jeremy was wearing a firefighter costume I bought online. He was plowing my ass hard with me lay on the bed, when we heard a knock on the door.

Jeremy looked at me, just as confused as I was. He pulled his thobbing shaft from my ass and I put some clothes back on. "I wonder if its another alien with another sexy vessel," I joked "I will be right back, don't make him cum yet!" I gave Jeremy a kiss.

When I opened the door, I was shocked to see a police officer standing outside. The officer gave me a long, hard stare. He was very muscular. But it was the eyes—vacant, unfocused, yet somehow... threatening—that sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"Good morning, sir. I’m Officer Hayes," he said, voice deep and emotionless. "We’re conducting a follow-up on the Jeremy Cale disappearance. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious in the area recently?"

I forced a smile. My heart raced. You mean Jeremy Cole? The brainless vessel with an alien inside his head, waiting patiently for me in my room with a rock-hard cock ready to destroy my ass?—I couldn't really say that.

"Uh, no. Nothing strange, Officer," I said, casually stepping outside and pulling the door halfway shut behind me. "I live alone. Kinda keep to myself out here."

His eyes flicked over my shoulder, scanning the inside of the cabin. He saw two mugs on the table.

"You sure about that?" he asked.

"Absolutely. Unless you count a raccoon stealing my trash last week. But I doubt that’s what you’re looking for."

Officer Hayes tilted his head slightly, and his nostrils flared as if he were sniffing the air. For a second, his mouth twitched into a smirk. Then, just as quickly, his face went blank again.

"Strange smell," he muttered.

Shit. Of course. Jeremy’s musky scent still lingered in the cabin. I tried to laugh it off.

"Y-Yeah, I burnt some bacon this morning. Guess it stuck around."

He nodded slowly, but I could tell he wasn’t buying it. There was something predatory in his stillness. Then his gaze locked onto mine, too intense for comfort.

"If you do see anything," he said slowly, "or anyone—please contact the station. We’re very interested in finding Mr. Cale."

"Will do, Officer."

He lingered for a moment too long, then finally stepped back and returned to his patrol car. I waited until he drove down the dirt road and out of sight before I slipped back inside. Jeremy was standing naked by the window, watching him leave.

"That wasn't a cop," He said flatly. "That was a tracker. They know I'm here."

"What do you mean they?"

"So, there was something I didn't tell you. Remember when I said I was also an outcast? What I really meant was that I am a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. The ship that crashed on your planet was a ship transporting intergalactic criminals. The crash allowed me to escape."

"YOU ARE WHAT? Why are you just telling me this now? Was that cop even a human?"

"That officer wasn't a human anymore. He was just a husk being controlled by an Intergalactic alien officer. That one was probably a Tracker. Trackers are an alien species with high intelligence and extra senses that work like detectives."

"What did you do to become a wanted criminal in space? Were you speeding in your ship? Did you abduct the wrong cow?"

"We don't have time! I will explain everything to you later, right now we need to get out of here and find me a new vessel!"

"I'm not going anywhere. I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Besides housing an intergalactic criminal for weeks? Yeah, you should try convincing the intergalactic court that you're innocent. I'm sure they will love to hear that. You will get lucky if you only spend the next three thousand years behind bars."

"Humans don't even live that long."

"Too bad they already have a technology for that."

I was shocked by how such a small, cute creature was a wanted criminal by the intergalactic police. Would I have helped Lazul even if he told me the truth from the beginning? I started asking myself.

"Wanna give these musky armpits one good bye sniff? I will set this vessel to autodestruct once I'm out. Can't leave any trace behind." Jeremy asked, flexing one bicep and displaying his hairy armpit.

"That's so sad. I really like Jeremy..." I took a long, sniff of his armpits, and hugged him.

"Don't you worry, you will have plenty more of vessels to play with. Now let's go." Lazul jumped out of Jeremy's mouth and landed on the palm of my hand. I carefully put him inside my shirt pocket and ran away towards the woods. Jeremy mindlessly walked back inside the cabin.

We were running on the road when Lazul suddenly started freaking out in my pocket, he was pointing his hands to the tress, he was trying to say something. Without Jeremy to translate his words, all I could hear were high squeaky noises.

I started hearing the sirens of approaching patrol units, so I quickly hid behind a tree. Suddenly, three cruisers raced past us at an incredibly fast pace towards my cabin. When they were out of sight, I took off into the woods. While running, I heard a loud explosion in the distance. I looked up at the sky and saw smoke rising from the direction of the cabin… my poor cabin.

"I can't believe what you got me into! You know how much I paid for that cabin?" I shouted at Lazul, who just responded with a squeak. After a while, I came out on the other side of the forest onto another road. As I was crossing the road, a car was coming right in my direction. I flinched. Luckily, the car stopped a few inches from me. I sighed in relief.

"Are you ok?" A deep baritone voice came from the handsome muscular Daddy in the car. He had his head out of his car, looking at me with concern.

I then heard Lazul's squeaky sounds from my pocket, he was pointing at the Daddy inside the car. I didn't need Jeremy this time to understand what he meant.

I approached the car and looked at the man inside. "I'm really sorry, but we need to steal your body..." I apologized to the man. The man didn't have time to react, Lazul jumped from my shirt pocket right to his face and crawled into his ear. The man's eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed, his biceps flexed as his hands got tighter on the wheel. I felt bad about the man, I really did, he seemed to be a nice guy. Unlike Jeremy, this time I took a direct role in helping turn the man into a brainless puppet. But on the other hand... he was so fucking hot!

I walked to the other side of the car and opened the door. The Daddy was already staring at me with a reassuring smirk and a thumbs-up.

"Get in, we need to get as far as we can," he said in his deep voice. I slipped into the passenger seat beside him. The Daddy had thick biceps, and a tight black polo hugging his muscular body. His silver-streaked hair was styled perfectly, making him look ever hotter. He flexed his biceps at me before putting the car into gear.

We drove in silence for a few miles. I should’ve been grateful. We were unharmed. Lazul had a new hot body. We had escaped. But I couldn’t stop shaking.

My palms were slick with sweat, and my chest was tight. My heart became louder with every passing mile. Every bump in the road felt like it could shatter me. My mouth dried, and the edges of my vision blurred slightly.

I was having a panic attack.

Lazul glanced at me and noticed something was wrong. "Are you alright, buddy?" He asked, his voice was soothing but still filtered through the Daddy’s deep baritone.

I didn’t answer. I couldn't talk. My breathing quickened and I turned my face to the window, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants. Everything was catching up at once. My home—gone. My life—over. And now I was a fugitive by association. A pawn in something far bigger than I could even comprehend.

Without saying a word, Lazul slowed the car and pulled over onto the gravel shoulder of the road. He put the gear in park and turned toward me. His big hand reached out and rested gently on my trembling thigh.

"You're safe with me. No one will hurt you. I won’t let them, alright?" His hand squeezed gently, grounding me. I turned toward him, eyes wide, chest still heaving.

And then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t forceful. It was deep. Wet. Passionate. His lips were warm, his hand slid up to cup the side of my face, and I melted into his warm embrace. Just for a moment, the fear slipped away. I let myself fall into that kiss, into the feeling of safety and dominance that this vessel seemed to radiate.

As we made out, I reached up and stroked his thick, muscular biceps—hot and solid under the fabric of his polo. He broke the kiss and gave me a cocky grin, his fingers moving to his zipper. In one smooth motion, he pulled his pants down just enough to free his hard cock—thick, veiny, and a full eight inches of uncut perfection. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began stroking slowly.

"If there's one thing I've learned about you over these past few weeks," The Daddy said, voice deep and sultry, "it's that nothing calms you down quite like a good cock." He gave me that sexy grin again, "C'mon, suck it," he whispered.

I didn’t hesitate. I leaned over, my mouth finding the tip of his cock, already leaking. I licked a slow circle around it, tasting his salt and sweat, before sliding my lips down over the head. He moaned—just a low, primal rumble from deep in his chest.

My tongue explored every inch, teasing the underside of his shaft as my lips slid down further. He was thick, stretching my jaw, but I took more of him, slowly bobbing my head up and down. One of his hands came to rest on the back of my neck, guiding me, not forcing—just steady, firm.

I could feel his thighs tense beneath me, the heat radiating off his body. I sucked harder, letting my tongue swirl and flick while his cock throbbed deeper in my throat. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth as I worked him over, sloppier and more desperate with each motion.

Lazul groaned again, this time with a grin. "That’s it. Good boy. Just like that." He started the car and continued driving.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—I was lost in the taste of him, in the weight of his cock on my tongue, the way his hand kept me grounded in place. Eventually, he gently pulled me back. My lips popped off his shaft with a wet smack. I looked up at him, breathless.

"Better?" he asked with a wink.

IF YOU WANT

TO BE A

DUMB MUSCLE JOCK

You couldn't believe your eyes. Your stoner roomate Hugh had been telling you about this new expirimental pre workout he had been taking. He had started working out cause noone wanted to date him. He told you " I look super dorky and I'm not smart, so might as well do something about the thing I can change." The results were.... there... a bit more filled out shirts, his ass had a slight jiggle.

But then, one day, he called you to the living room. As you walked in you noticed his pants around his ankles and immediately turned around. "Yo what the hell man... put your pants on."

"Uhhh... oh yeah ... I will but look, I noticed some small text on the bottom of the jar, and... well look."

You turned back around, seeing him shuffle towards you, his pants still on the floor. He handed you the jar and pointed at where you should read.

"Advised to use with High concentrations of protein." You read out loud. You looked up at your roomie and frowed. "Okay, so what youre gonna eat alot of steak now?"

Hugh grinned and turned to the counter and grabbed a cup of milk he has poured. "Nah I'm just gonna mix it with this."

You rolled your eyes. "Hugh, milk contains calcium, not protein. Its good for your bones, not your muscles."

"Oh... but this isn't milk... well not from a cow at least." He said with a wink, before dumping two scoops of formula in it and stiring it.

"What do you mean?" You asked confused as he started to chug the whole glass in a single go.

Your eye widened as his shirt slowly started to strain against his chest. As the mixture was sliding down his throat, his body was starting to grow in every direction. His once oversized shirt was almost plastered on his massive torso.

The countertop was hiding most of it, but you noticed him slowly getting taller, his shirt riding up his midriff as he raised his arm to finish the drink. You slowly walked around the kitchen to see that his formerly skinny legs were now giant trunks of muscle, with a massive bubble butt to boot.

Hugh slammed the glass back on the counter and let out a massive belch. A cloud of protein powder and... oh was that...

"Cum, I used my own cum. Hassa lotta protein ya know." Hugh smirked and raised his massive arms and flexed. A whaft of sweat and weed spread through the room. As it hit your nostrils you started to feel a bit dizzy, your high functioning braincells coming to a screeching halt. You slowly began to make your way to Hugh and ran a hand down his sculptured chest.

He looked at you with a smile and pulled you up against him. "Ahhh this is what they meant about attraction. I get why they call it Bi-Pro now.' You barely heard him. Your hands had started to feel up his massive physique, squeezing every muscle they could find.

"Hey bro... you wanna look like this too? You wanna feel and smell amazing like me?" You slowly nodded and he grinned. He reached over to the counter and grabbed a spoonfull of formula and pressed it against your lips. "Open up bro, this is all for you"

You opened your mouth and let him pour the dry powder into it. He poured two more in before he closed your mouth and you immediately swallowed. It went down surprisingly easy.

Hugh then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "I'm gonna give you the time of your life bro." He carried you into his bedroom, and threw you down on the mattras. He pulled of his tight shirt, and you could finally appreciate his full stature. His massive pecs were dripping with sweat, and casting a shadow on his slim waist due to them pushing out so far. His sculpted abs and hard V-Line were gistening in the sun that came through his window.

Your eyes traveled down to his groin and you saw the largest dick you have ever seen. Now granted your heterosexuality didn't really make it so you had seen many, but his was one of remarkable size. He smiled softly and leaned down to take off your sweatpants to reveal your strained underwear, damp in precum. "Goddamn... it really works. You know, I have always wanted to hit it off with you, but you were so straight, I wouldn't dare ask."

He leaned down even more and put his lips around your dripping bulge. You let out a stifled moan as you felt his mouth nibble on your hard package. Before you could do anything else, he turned you over and turned your tighty whities into a make-shift jockstrap by tearing open the back, revealing your bare ass. He chuckled and groped his rock hard python. It was glistening with pre, which hes scooped up and lathered on his thick index finger. He then started to probe your hole with his lubed up finger, and gently began to enter. You couldn't help but moan and squirm. His singular finger was almost enough to send you over the edge, and the thought of his massive dick entering you, added on to that, creating a vicious cycle of edging you couldn't seem to get out of.

After your hole was sufficiently loosend, Hugh climbed ontop of the bed and pressed his thick member up against your hole. "Im gonna go in now baby, let me know if it hurts."

You nodded, biting down on a pillow. He then promptly plunged his whole length into your ass, making you scream in overwhelming pleasure. His rod hit all the right spots inside of you, and he hadn't even started thrusting yet. As he started doing just that, your whole body started to squirm. You had never bottomed before, but somehow you knew exactly how to make your boyfriend cum. Wait... boyfriend... what...? You wanted to disagree with your weird new thought and memories, but your brain still hadn't restarted, so you just giddily accepted this turn of events and continued riding Hugh's dick.

His rough hands ran across your slim back, sending shivers down your spine, which made your hole flex. You could hear Hugh whisper behind you: "Fuck... im gonna..." and you quickly started to move your ass on the rhythm of his thrusts, speeding up the process even more. Hugh groaned: "Fuck... wait baby ... shit I'm.... I'm gonna cum". As those were exactly the words you were hoping for, you continued milking his dick as you felt his dick twitch inside your hole, which send you over the edge. A few ropes of cum shot on the sheets, and you let out a long moan as your balls were emptied.

"Fuck me... that was so good Hugh" you looked over your shoulder to see Hugh with his eyes shut, biting his lip. "I... I can't...HOLD IT!!!". And with that Hugh's massive balls emptied their huge load into your hole. Rope after rope, thrust after thrust hit your insides, the warm liquid rushing into your stomach.

Hugh just kept shooting, and from the feeling you got you knew he wasn't shooting blanks, but... you didn't feel full. He had been shooting for at least a minute, every release at least on par with the previous one, sometimes even stronger. But your stomach felt as if it had just began getting filled.

Then, you felt a rumbling in your cum filled stomach. You looked down and saw your slightly pudgy stomach suck in. The soft rolls turned into rows of hard cobble, while your eyes widened shortly, before your mind completely accepted this change as well. You turned around on Hughs dick so you could more comfortably look at your changing body, and look your baby in the eyes as it happend. The rumbling traveled to your legs, which quickly went from small twigs to thick skullcrushers. Your feet grew a few sizes to match, and immediately started to eminate a similar stench as the one keeping you in a horny trance. As the rumbling traveled back upwards it passed your still penetrated ass, which quickly doubled in size. Hugh groaned again ass your new massive bubblebutt squished his hard rod even more. The rumbling continued upward, your waist slimming down some more, as your pecs began to drop. They started to hang, while filling up nicely with muslce. You couldn't help but run a hand across your massive tits, which were super sensitive to the touch. You gave them a soft squeeze and a loud moan escaped your lips. Your shoulders started to bulge outwards, fixing your bad posture and giving you a slightly intimidating stature. Your arms grew to proportion, which you admired by flexing your guns at Hugh. Your formerly smooth pits quickly grew saturated with a generous patch of hair, out of which came a familiar stench.

Your neck widened, and your traps started to slightly rise. Your face contorted as the rumbling made its way to your head. Your features began to bubble and shift. The acne practically fell from your face, while your big nose and braced teeth started to shift. Your nose shrunk, but broadened sligtly. Meanwhile your braces started to break off your teeth, revealing a perfect white grin. You parted your now plump lips and a massive thick tongue slithered out. Hugh grinned as he leaned forward, dick still in your ass, and started to make out with you, your tongue quickly asserting dominance in his mouth. Your dark brown eyes shifted to a cold grey. Your brows fixed themselves, thickening somewhat and grooming themselves to perfection. Your hair ruffled itself, a short but slightly messy style, a stark opposite of the usually slicked back style you had. A slight tingle in your arm made you part lips with Hugh , just in time to see your new tattoo take shape. As a final touch your milky white skin got blessed with a sunkissed tan, which fit your new more outgoing personality.

As you two layed there, revealing in the afterglow of another successful fuck session, Hugh climbed off of you, and smirked. "I fucking love you Theo... "

You chuckled. "I know ,mi amor, now hurry , you don't wanna be late for class"

Hugh grinned as he grabbed his tight T-shirt from the floor, the sweat pants that you had just worn , and some flipflops that were next to the bed. He quickly put them all on and grabbed a joint from his desk, which he promptly lit and blew a cloud of musk in your face.

"Alright T, I'll see you after class, don't smoke everything we got"

You stifled a laugh. "Wasn't it you who smoked all of our last supply'

You could see Hughs face turn red in the dim light of the room.

"Shaddup.." You let out a bellowing laugh, and you took the joint from between his fingers.

"Vamos, Hugh you're stalling, you're gonna be late"

Hugh smiles and blows you a kiss, before grabbing his back and making his way to the door. "Love you!"

"Te amo!"

You smiled as you took a long drag of the joint, your brain never turning on again in your dimly lit stoner sex den.

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Hugh rubbed his small pouch as he walked to class. He loved a quick fuck session with his boyfriend Theodore, especially before class. It gave him just enough focus to get through, even when buzzed on weed.

As he walked into the lecture hall, his phone buzzed. He saw a snap chat notification from Theo. As soon as he opened it all blood rushed to his dick. There he was. His boyfriends perfectly sculpted, columbian body, perfectly seated for a teasy thirsttrap.

"Fuckk..." Hugh covered his massive bulge as he quickly went to the back, ready for an in class jerk session.

“You are a fancy hypnotist.” A guy at the gym asked me. “Can you hypnotize someone and have them workout while in trance?”

“You tell me, how was your workout?” I answered with a smug look on my face. 

“I enjoyed it. I seemed really focused on my form as I did each set. I didn’t tire as easily. And… ” He trailed off and looked a bit embarrassed. 

“Yes? And what else?” I prodded him to reveal his embarrassment. 

“Aroused, horny.” He admitted. 

“Exactly what I told you would happen when we met in the locker room. Now, let’s take care of your arrousal. Deep sleep.”

The moment the drink touched his lips, his body jolted. His skinny frame suddenly stretched taller, his arms swelling with dense, thick muscle. His chest ballooned into massive, meaty pecs, round and solid, pushing against his shirt until the fabric strained. His neck thickened, his shoulders broadened, his back widened into a powerful V-shape.

A sharp, musky scent filled the air, his own. He reeked of pure testosterone, sweat, and strength, but he was too focused on chugging the shake to notice.

As the last drop slid down his throat, his mind rewired. Books? Comics? Nerd shit? That wasn’t him. He dedicated his life to the pump. His head swam with new thoughts—sports, lifting, getting massive and pushing his body until he becomes a freakish mountain of muscle. If anyone dared to call him a nerd, he’d knock their teeth out.

The new Michael, or how he now preferred to be called—Mike—let out a deep, rumbling belch, licked his lips, and smirked while flexing his guns.

It was easy to get Jason here into my jockification experiment. All I had to do was tell him that my audio files would help him get even bigger in the gym! The dumb hunk fell for it hook, line and sinker. I left out the other details of the experiment of course, letting him experience those when the time came.

The first few weeks were subtle whispers through his headphones whenever he was in the gym. It conditioned him to like the hypnosis more and more, until he was addicted to it. Soon, he’d even listen to the files during his day to day life. That’s when we could get into stage two.

The pills he ate with his food helped boost his energy in the gym. Jason definitely saw a huge increase in muscle mass. He seemed to be hitting new records with each gym session. There were a a few side effects, as with all drugs. But those seemed to be positive ones all around. Within a week of taking the drugs, Jason’s chest had gone from silky smooth to a jungle. His pits weren’t left out either, growing bushy pubes that would have made any gay guy weak. He got cockier top, a combination from the hormonal changes and mental hypnosis.

Through my hidden cameras in his apartment, I could see his libido had skyrocketed as well. Not only was he jerking off more, he was starting to spend longer hours in bed, doing nothing more than stroking and pumping away at his fat cock. That’s when a stroke of brilliance hit and I decided to alter the experiment just a bit. I added more Gooning hypnosis into his schedule, and within another week, I could simply snap my fingers and watch as Jason’s intelligence drain into his balls. He’d go dumb as a rock, tongue out and eyes crossed as his dick shoot full mast. I definitely had fun toying with him through the stages.

After just two months, Jason’s hypno programme was complete. Of course, he got what he wanted and become a total stud, complete with hair and stubble. But what I left out was that the end product was a simple minded and obedient drone to do my bidding. And boy, I had plans for this jock…

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broooo my brain is like… totally fried rn, like legit no thoughts, just vibes. just me, the sun, the ocean, n these big dumb muscles tryna figure out what they even do besides look hot n flex real good. like fr, i was tryna think about sumthin earlier, but then I saw my own reflection in the water n got distracted by how ripped I am lmao. whole brain just went poof… gone.

bein a dumb blonde jock is kinda a full-time job, u feel me? like, all I gotta do is wake up, pump iron, eat sum protein, get all sweaty n flexy, n then spend the rest of the day just cruisin on autopilot, lookin hot n thinkin about… well, not much tbh. sumtimes I try to use my brain but then it’s like ‘nah bro we got pecs for that’ n I just let my body do the work. like why solve problems when u can just stand there lookin all big n pumped n let sumone else do the thinking for u?

Seriously, any message helps

Even something like "what's up, bro" can push me further

"You probably don't even know what 4+9 is"

"You type with too many big words"

Shit like that

Make me addicted to feeling dumb

Send me that message, drop me a few IQ points

My boyfriend's been getting so big and strong ever since he started listening to workout hypno tapes. Every day he puts the headphones on, and I watch his face bliss out as the hypnosis takes over his mind, clearing his thoughts, making him stupid and sexy and ready to work out.

"Fuck dude, I feel so good," he said to me this morning, stripping down after his workout. He'd just spent two hours working on his pecs and they were huge. "You gotta try this hypno sometime."

"Okay," I said. I was nervous when he started listening to them last month, but the results were amazing. "I ... I think I'm ready to try."

"Really?" he said, he face brightening! "Oh fuck, that's awesome dude. Hold on, I got the perfect one for you."

I clicked around on the computer for a minute, then put the wireless headphones on me. "Bro, I'm so excited you're giving this a try," he said.

I closed my eyes and listened. A voice echoed in my ears.

"Relax," it began. "Relax. You're drifting down, your mind growing dim. So calm, so empty, so comfortable, so good."

I felt a little dizzy. "Whoa," I said, "this is so weird..."

"Relax," said the voice in my ears, and I obeyed. I relaxed, I felt my body go limp, falling back into a chair. I felt my mind swim. I felt myself empty of all thoughts.

I drifted away, mindless, empty, so calm.

"Wake up." I heard my boyfriend's voice. Was that it? Was it over? How long was I out? It felt like hours.

I opened my eyes to see him standing over me, naked.

"What... happened, bro?" I asked. "Did I get hypnoed?"

He grinned. "You did, sexy," he reached down and rubbed my bare chest. I was naked too? How did that happen?

He leaned down to kiss me. "It worked so good," he said. "You're a fuckin gym bro like me now."

"No shit?" I laughed. "Dude, I feel kinda stupid. Like ... I can't remember nothing. Why's that feel so good?"

He rubbed my chest. "I dunno man. But wait until you start working out."

"Oh yeah," I said. The idea of working out never appealed to me before. But now just the mention of it got me hard. "Fuck! Can we lift some weights or something? I really wanna get pumped."

"Fuck yes," my boyfriend said, punching me happily in the chest. "Let's get you big and strong, dude. Both of us. Let's get stupid strong together."

Detective Johnson didn’t know why he was stripping nude.

He didn’t know why his cock was getting hard.

He didn’t know why he felt so horny.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t stop staring at his partner’s tight hole.

All he knew was that they were called to a house to investigate a potential kidnapping but instead met a charming hypnotist named Mr. Mesmer who offered to teach them many new things.

Felix closed his locker, ready to hit the showers. He couldn't wait to thoroughly scrub the sweat and stink of his brutal workout off his chiseled body, especially his ripe pits. Nothing disgusted Felix more than the stench of body odor. Turning around, he was surprised to find someone's worn-out black cap on the locker room bench, considering it wasn't there a minute ago. Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was embroidered with an obnoxious green weed symbol, offending his highbrow taste. His nose was then abruptly assaulted by an overpowering scent of weed, cheap deodorant, and masculine musk, clearly coming from the hat. It unquestionably belonged to one of the gym's many frat bros, who utterly annoyed him.

The smell was vile but strangely gave his cock a pleasant twitch. Even though it was entirely unlike him, he was compelled by the unexpected twinge of sexual pleasure to pick it up and sniff it. The scent was revolting, yet at the same time, it made him feel surprisingly turned on. He couldn't help but drop his towel and start playing with his hardening cock, taking deep sniffs. He didn't understand why he enjoyed doing something so out of character; it was as if he was suddenly possessed.

"Fuck. This smells so fuckin good, bro." Felix moaned, muffled by the hat. He was shocked at how casually that came from his mouth. It was as if he abruptly lost all sense of self. He wanted to stop but couldn't. He needed more. "Fuck, bro." His brain felt fuzzy, taking in such an overpowering scent up close, but he couldn't stop. He desperately needed more. "Fuck yeah, bro!" His cock was hard as a rock, dripping pre like crazy. He stroked faster, slinging pre all over the floor. "Fuck. My donger's so fuckin hard, bro!" He couldn't believe how dumb he sounded, but it felt so fucking good. It got harder to think straight with each deep sniff, but it didn't stop him. Nothing could stop him. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro." He felt so brainless, unable to not talk like a stoned frat bro. He always hated weed and those who partook, but he could go for a fatty right now.

Suddenly, Felix heard the sound of low-pitched humming. It took a second in his slow state, but he eventually realized the sound was coming from the embroidered weed symbol on the cap. He squinted at it, utterly confused. "What the fuck, bro?" The weed symbol then started to glow bright green, transfixing him. He stood there slack-jawed, mindlessly staring into the radiant green glow as the low-pitched humming got louder. The sound was hypnotic, making him feel like whatever was left of his brain was melting into his balls. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro." The weed symbol then abruptly flashed into his eyes, blinding him. "Fuck!!!" He looked around, squinting in pain. Everything looked green, like his eyes had a heavy green filter over them. "What the fuck, bro?!" Then, instantly, the pain was replaced with pure euphoria. His head felt magnificently empty, and his balls felt full. He simply stood there smiling like an idiot, forming drool. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro."

Utterly mindless, Felix placed the douchey frat bro cap on his head, sealing his fate. The hat then suctioned itself to him, making him laugh like a dumbass. "Fuuuuuuckkkk yeaaaahhh, bro." It started to vibrate, making his whole body shake. His eyes rolled back in pleasure like he could cum any moment. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro." The vibrating kicked up in speed, making his throbbing cock twitch. "Fuuuuuuckkkk, bro!!" Instantly, his quivering cock shot out ropes of hot sticky cum all over the locker room floor, hands-free. "Fuuuuuuckkkk yeaaaahhh, bro!! Holy fuck!!"

There was a brief moment of silent afterglow, broken by the opening of the locker room door. Felix, now dumb as a brick, didn't think to quickly cover his large cum splodge on the floor and instead just stood there like a proud dumbass. One of the gym's many idiotic frat bros came around the corner of lockers, smiling at the sight of Felix's cap. "So that's where my hat wandered off to! It seems to have taken a liking to ya, bro!" He then looked down at all the cum on the floor, amazed. "Fuck, bro! Looks like my frats just found its newest member!" He walked up to Felix and took his cap back. He placed it on his head and threw his sweaty arm around Felix's shoulder, getting his sweaty pit reek all over him. "So, ya gonna shower before we go, bro?"

This is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It contains themes of mind control/fantasy possession. All characters are 18+ and any appearance of non-consent is purely fictional and not meant to endorse real-life behavior.

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The secret to mind domination was so simple. It required me tricking my older step bro Milo to listen to a hypnosis recording while he slept. Then I had to train him.

The first day after he passed out after a late night clubbing, I tested his trigger phrase. "Hey, is it your time to—get on your knees?" At the utterance of this phrase, Milo stopped chugging his protein shake. His eyes vacant, his muscles relaxed, and his mouth hung slightly open, drool dribbling from the corner of his lips.

The first time, you weren't really supposed to push the limits of the hypnosis. It's just to strengthen his response to the hypnosis. But I couldn't help myself and I ran my hands through his hair. I sniffed his arm pits. I wrapped my hands around his tight waist.

The second time, I gave an order. While he was gaming CoD with his friends while our parents were out working, I came in his room while he was sprawled in his boxers and tank top. "Mom said you needed to—get on your knees." At the command his face went blank and he stopped his frenzied gaming. "Milo, when I snap my fingers, you'll carry on like you were before, but you'll imagine that I'm your girlfriend. Don't tell your bros what's happening. When I say the phrase again, you'll carry on with what you're doing, but you'll forget I was here. Okay?" Milo nodded.

I snapped my fingers. "Oh, Milo!" I said with a falsetto even though such extra effort wouldn't really matter.

"Babe, you're here?" Milo said in his low baritone. "Did we have something planned?"

"I have something planned. I just want you to lean back and enjoy it." I said. I walked over and gently pushed him down when he tried to stand up. "Stay there. I'll do all the work." I kissed him softly on the lips and kissed his neck then down his chest. I undressed him while he continued to play. I could hear the chatter on his mic as his friends bitched and cussed. I untied his shorts and pulled it down. He was free balling today and his cock rose half chubbed.

"I thought you hated blow jobs," Milo said. His voice hitching to higher tones as I wrapped my lips around his shaft. His cock had a musk to it. He showered after his gym session, but his manly scent stayed in the wild tangle of pubic hair. Milo ran his free hand into my hair. "You're so good at this now, baby." He breathed.

I pulled up from his crotch. "Milo, keep talking with your bros and let me do this for you." I went back down. I made sure to suck on each ball. The sharp gasps told me all I needed to know about how he enjoyed it.

"Dudes," Milo said. His voice breaking and interrupted with small gasps. "Someone go around and snipe the blues." But it didn't come out so eloquently.

"Milo, dude, what's up with you? Are you jerking it right now?" His friends laughed over the mic while I deep throated Milo. I don't know how well he played if any, but I loved hearing him try to keep up the conversation. His friends smelled through the bullshit and teased him. "Are you thinking of me, Milo? Do you want me to role play your mommy?" His buddies laughed. And Milo moaned when he exploded in my mouth. His cum was delicious and I cleaned him up with an old t-shirt he threw on the ground.

"Get on your knees," I said, ending the session. Milo blinked and looked around dazed.

It was day six now and Milo stood in the kitchen with his arms spread out. I had asked him to go for a jog commando mode in his jeans. I wanted to play with him before we fooled around. I wanted him disgustingly drenched in his sweat and musk. I've gotten used to his taste and I wanted to lick clean the figurative wrapper.

"Milo," I said sweetly. I loved how hot it was having him think I was his girlfriend. I felt it made him act more lovingly and more passionate. "Come here." Obediently, Milo walked over. His unbutton pants slid further down his toned body. "Would you do anything for me?"

"Yes, anything babe." His eyes remained unfocused. He didn't drool so much anymore, but it was hot as fuck when he did.

"Turn around and drop those pants."

Milo turned around and pulled his pants down around his knees. His hairy legs slick with sweat. A few laps in the 80 degree heat built up a aroma of cock and ass. "What are you doing, babe?" He asked.

"Shut up. Do you remember when you fooled around with your best friend during summer camp?"

"I didn't. What do you mean?" Milo attempted to stand up, but the command still held. "I never did that—"

"Shut up. I'm telling you now. Remember." I said with a firm tone. Aside from commanding him around like a robot, the hypnosis also gave me the ability to insert fake memories and I felt Milo was at the point he could candle it. "When you and Robbie worked at camp as counselors, you told me you two got drunk one night and fooled around. You said he pinned you down after wrestling and you begged him to fuck you. You two spent the whole night raw dogging it and now Robbie pretends not to remember. But you do. You know you liked getting fucked. Right?"

Milo with his bare ass exposed and his breathing quickening, said "Yeah, his cock was so big. He was always better than me. And I wanted to make him happy." Milo reached around to his ass and started to tease his hole. "I want him back in me."

I slapped his fingers away from his puckering rosebud. "Let me." I eased a finger into the warmth of his large intestine. I plunged my middle finger in and out while Milo moaned and spasmed. His sphincter tightened around me. I eased in a second finger, then a third. Milo's huge horse cock swayed between his legs and a trail of precum oozed onto his leg.

"Milo, when I snap my fingers. I want you to imagine that I'm your best friend Robbie." I snapped my fingers.

"Robbie," Milo gasped. His legs apart and his hairy ass spread open. "Just fuck me, please. I want you inside me."

"Milo, do you love Robbie?" I asked.

His face flashed with brief confusion and he said, "No. No, I don't... think." His face went slack as his subconscious mind and his hypnotized mind struggled to make sense of their feelings.

"Wrong, Milo. You do love me, Robbie. You were confused this whole time. You thought you loved your girlfriend, but really those feelings were meant for Robbie. You're not gay, but you do love Robbie. You do love me."

Milo's face twisted in concentration, then he said, "Oh yeah. Robbie, I do love you. I want you to fuck me."

I pushed Milo's sweat-wet hair away from his face and gave him a deep kiss while I unbuckled my pants. When I entered Milo, he whimpered. He kept whimpering as I pound his ass. He was so fucking adorable. I came too early with how excited he made me. But I couldn't leave Milo hanging.

"Milo, finish yourself off." Milo took the command and reached around and began to finger himself and with his other hand he started stroking off a load.

I don't see myself stopping this. It was too much fun, but I already used Milo and he'll be in my life so long as his dad stays with my mother. So I wanted to play a little joke. "Milo, when I say the phrase, you'll keep your feelings for Robbie. Forget your girlfriend. It's okay to be with Robbie even if you're not gay. And it's fine not to wear anything but boxers when you're home, especially when I'm home. Get on your knees."

Epilogue: I was watching a YouTube video on how to stuff a turkey and I got the ick when the sensation was too similar to fisting a cadaver. The front door opened and there was a commotion of rustling paper and stomping boots. Milo and Robbie walked in. They were dressed to the ears in wool coats.

"I bought stuff for the dogs," Milo said. He grew out his facial hair and got a bit bulkier. Robbie dug into a bag and pulled out a foam frisbee. Milo gave Robbie a look and gave him a light peck. "Where's mom and dad?"

I was trying to avoid touching anything with my hands covered in dead turkey juices so I pointed with my elbows toward the garage. "They're in there getting the tree out. I think dad is going to give himself an aneurysm with the clutter in there."

"Well I better go help," Milo said. He walked off towards the garage. Robbie stayed behind and started to put away groceries.

It's been several years since I started playing with hypnotism and I think things turned out pretty well. I was hoping Milo would get humiliated when he confessed to Robbie, but things went out well. Too well; he's married and despite having a husband still tells everyone he's straight. I'm still single and living with the folks while trying for a degrees. But there is an upside...

"Get on your knees," I said as casually as commenting on the weather. Robbie froze and the cereal box in his hand slipped and clattered to the ground.

“This isn’t happening.” Jake’s pecs shoot forwards with jiggling suckable meat. “Please stop! I don’t want to be a dumb piece of fuckmeat!”

In his local club, Jake drunkenly pulled a girl towards him, grinding up on her from behind. Her face broke into disgust as she freed herself from his grasp. “What’s your problem, bitch?” he yelled over the music. “You’re fucking mid anyway! Just a dumb bitch with big tits.”

And so, the girl cursed him to become what he wanted so bad.

“Please! It’s controlling my dick sucking lips! I don’t want to say these things! I want to suck cock. I’m a hole, I’m don’t want to be straight! That’s all I’m good for now… sucking cock and letting big men suck on my juicy tits!”

And then let go, see how your mind relaxed, it felt so good to let those thoughts go for a moment. a touch of bliss. You want that reward of a good wiped out feeling. Now flex again, concentrate hard on the intense flex, 5, 4 ,3,2...1. Release.. let the mind get wiped out for a moment the muscles relax.. your didn't know you needed this did you. You want to do it again for coach, Think completely on the muscle your flexing, holding tight.... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 release,