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The police would be in my front door if I'm not a white, straight, Bible-thumping, masculine American men with the way I have this many guns in my stash. But ever since I abandoned my Venezuelan look and slipped inside the local gym owner Drake Hawthorne, the police, the shop owner or any sort of registry never even bother to check my licenses whatsoever and left me to purchase all these guns left and right as if this is just some toy gun or something. Talk about white privilege doubled with Hawthorne's status as a war hero, this guy is legitimately making all those so-called masculine patriot creaming in their pants listening to his stories with the way he really fitted to the idealized masculine trope of modern American men. Me? Well, as I said, I'm just a Venezuelan dirtbag using this white papi as tools to do my hobby, after all, the way my life was really threatened by the regime spies and proponent until I hid inside Drake, that was the reason why I started collecting guns as a way to protect myself and somehow, I simply can't stop.

Hmmmm....with all these guns, maybe I can even have my own set of bodyguards? I can just stuff some of the people that I can trust into Hawthorne's inner circle and we can back each other up. Damn....why I never thought of such brilliant plan?

"So, what do you want to do today? I reckon watching your uncle working out naked in the garage gym and then face-fucked your asshole of a neighbor are not the only thing on your checklist. I'm up to do a lot more outdoor and explorative activities,"

"What do you want to do, Khernos?"

"Well, if you ask me, for starter, please refrain yourself from calling me with my real name. I'm Dmitry, okay? Uncle Dmitry, as you usually called him. I'm afraid if you keep letting yourself calling me Khernos, you might slip and called me that instead in public. Can't risk myself to be exposed like that,"

"Uh...ohh....okay, sorry. Just.....just wanna get personal with you,"

"Humh, why is your brief strained when I talked sternly to you? Everytime I browsed his memory, his fury always terrified you. Why are you hard now? Is this turning you on?"

"Uh....uh....y....yeah. Knowing that it's you controlling all his action and how you just want the best for me or do things with me, my mind can't help but get aroused. Like, he always told me that I'm such a spineless woke Gen-Z with my stance on things puppeted by what other people told to be right or true. Well, he's the puppet now,"

"Ah....well, should have realized it. Just focused on the specific memory when he caught you once watching that verbal dom video on Twitter. He found it disgusting, I found that.....intriguing. So, what if for today's starter, we watch some of your favorite videos and relive your fantasies using your beloved Uncle Dmitry? In exchange, let's go to the beach later, I really want to experience swimming. Dimi here is quite a good swimmer apparently,"

"I'm going to Kuala Lumpur, Jonas, that's a literal metropolitan area. I don't need to be looking all fighter,"

"Well, who knows what kind of danger you can find yourself in. Please, just trust me with this one. And I just want you to be safe you know,"

"I know, but.....are you sure that I have to wear it? I mean, that body is sick but I'm afraid I come across too douchey,"

"Well, do you wanna be local douchey or do you wanna come across as insensitive tourist? Remember Bologna? Or Barcelona? Phuket? To-----"

"Okay, okay, enough, I understand. But ummhhh....."

"It comes with Malay speaking skills too. And literal local knowledge so you can easily do anything you want, you don't even need a map and you won't be charged with foreigners price,"

"Ugh....but don't you have....you know.....milder-looking one? He's so tough-looking,"

"Don't you remember how fine Ramzi gave you a massage huh? And that dick.....that one dick that made you go nuts, imagine yourself in possession of that, that veiny, throbbing, fuckstick,"

My mind instantly wandered to that one night when Jonas slipped himself into that Malay meatsuit of his and literally fucked the shit out of me. He indeed gave great sex, and boy, his stamina.....that's totally out of this world. He was based on MMA athlete or something, Jonas said, and that's why he's so damn fit. But there's no reason why an MMA athlete gotta fuck that good. Or speak that suave. He was really elated with Ramzi, it's his literal favorite bodysuit among the rest of his collection

"What about Teo?"

"Are you serious? You wanna go looking like a Goldman Sachs middle management kind of guy?

"A hella muscular Goldman Sachs middle management. How rare is that?"

"To be fair, hella rare. But he's based on my buddy from Hong Kong, it won't fit your need for the trip. Trust me, you'll enjoy Ramzi,"

"Okay, sure. Hook me up then. And please, let's not fuck for the night, my flight is early,"

Of course we fuck after I put Ramzi on. That's part of the reason why he's so pushy about it. The other? Well, Jonas literally booked flight for me under Ramzi's identity, so.....here I am, Ramzi bin Abdul Latif, freshly awake in the business class of an airliner that is heading to Kuala Lumpur after a deep sleep due to sleepless night while the airplane hovers above the Pacific. His passport is like so legit, kudos to the team behind the creation of this meatsuit because other than creating such realistic body suit, the document forgeries are at the highest quality. But well, if they can make something as insane as a bodysuit, forging documents won't even make them break a sweat

Still not fully awake but minding my own business as I plug the headset on, suddenly someone surprised the shit out of me

"OH MY GOD, BRO, RAMZI, WHAT THE FUCK? Where have you been all this year?"

Wait.......what is happening here?

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

"He's perfect, look at the bulge in his shorts. I want you to wear him, Pres," Luke said to his boyfriend, Preston, referring to the muscular sleeping hunk in front of them.

"I was thinking the same, the guy is packing," Preston said with a smirk. He stood up and suddenly everyone inside the car stopped moving, leaving only Luke and Preston unaffected. Time didn't stop, as the car was still running, Preston had only frozen the people inside it.

He glanced back at his boyfriend, and Luke responded with a reassuring nod. Preston started to undress, when he was completely naked, he stood in front of the sleeping hunk and with his two hands, started to stretch open the hunk's mouth, opening it in an unnatural way as if the man was made of elastic.

Preston looked at his boyfriend, who was watching everything behind him with a huge smile. "I will try to make it sexy since I know you love watching this part," Preston stretched more of the hunk's mouth and slipped his right foot inside. The hunk continued looking peaceful even with a strange man with half his leg inserted into his body.

Luke was hard as he watched his boyfriend forcing his body inside the unsuspected hunk, he loved watching this part, it was the most erotic thing for him. After a few minutes, Preston finally slipped the hunk's handsome face over his and smirked at Luke, who had his pants down and his hard cock in his hand.

Luke watched as the muscular hunk stood up and walked over to him with a grin, kneeling between his legs. "Did you like watching your boyfriend wearing my muscles like a fucking shirt? You fucking freak," The hunk said, his voice was deep and powerful.

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

The hunk smirked, he grabbed Luke's throbbing cock and started sucking him, making Luke moan loudly. The only sounds he could hear were the car's engine running and the slurping noises coming from the hunk deep-throating him.

"B-babe... I'm gonna cum, let me cum on his face," Luke moaned, pushing the hunk off his cock, aiming it at his face and starting to cum, coating the hunk's handsome face with his thick powerful cum.

The hunk just smirked, he cooped some of the cum and sucked his fingers clean. "I like this one, I can't wait to test out his ass," The hunk said, standing up and giving his ass a hard slap, he then turned to look at Luke. "Now is your turn, who are you're gonna pick?"

Luke glanced at the passengers' faces and noticed a handsome young man, frozen in motion like everyone else around him, as he stared at his phone.

Luke walked to the handsome young man and lifted his unmoving head to give his face a proper look. "I will wear this one."

"Good choice, the kid does have a nice package,"

Luke didn't have the powers of a body stealer like his boyfriend had, Preston had the power to turn everyone around him into a wearable bodysuit for a short period, right now everyone inside the car was a bodysuit, but in the end, when Preston turned off his powers, those who weren't worn would go back to normal.

Luke stretched open the young man's mouth and started sliding inside. When he finished putting on his new body, he sat back and pulled down his white shorts to reveal his new big cock. He gave his new shaft a few strokes and soon was spotting a massive throbbing cock, he swung it proudly to his boyfriend.

"You better get on here and ride me, I will destroy your new tight straight hole with this lad's cock," Luke ordered, his voice now a lot more juvenile.

Preston walked to him, his bodysuit being bigger and taller than Luke's bodysuit. Preston pulled down his shorts and slowly sat on Luke's bodysuit's throbbing cock. Preston started to fuck himself with the strength that came with his bodysuit, his ass pressing against Luke's bodysuit's smaller thighs.

"Oooh fuck yeah, babe! Fuck this tight straight ass on this lad's cock! AAARRGHH FUUUCKKKK...." Preston's new massive cock started to shoot cum all over the car's floor, Luke also came right after him.

They both were panting, with Preston lying his back on Luke's body, they both shared a long and sloppy kiss while Luke's cock was still inside Preston. Suddenly, they heard the automated announcement come through the speakers.

"Attention passengers, we are now approaching Lunar Bay Station. This is the final stop on this line. Please make sure to take all personal belongings with you as you exit the train."

Luke and Preston sat back to where their bodysuits were originally sitting, and suddenly everyone in the car started moving again, completely unaware of the loss of time. When they arrived at the station, before walking out of the car, the muscular tattooed hunk winked at the handsome young man. The young man followed right after him with a visible hard-on in his tight white shorts.

The car's door closed behind them; four men had walked in, but only two walked out.

Alex.

By day, he was a mild-mannered accountant, crunching numbers in a sterile office. But by night, he became someone entirely different.

It all started innocently enough. One evening, Alex stumbled upon a leather shop tucked away in a dimly lit alley. Curiosity piqued, he ventured inside, drawn by the smell of rich, supple leather and the promise of hidden desires.

As he ran his fingers over the sleek jackets and rugged boots, something stirred within him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, a sense of exhilaration mixed with a hint of taboo. And when he slipped on a leather jacket, the world shifted.

Suddenly, Alex felt more alive than ever before. The cool touch of the leather against his skin sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but admire his reflection in the mirror. Gone was the shy accountant; in his place stood a confident, powerful man.

From that moment on, Alex's life took on a new rhythm. He sought out leather wherever he could find it, reveling in the way it made him feel alive and free. He attended leather events and gatherings, immersing himself in the vibrant subculture that welcomed him with open arms.

But along the way, Alex faced challenges too. He grappled with his own insecurities and fears, worried about what others might think of his newfound passion. Yet with each step he took, he found strength in his authenticity, embracing his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather.

And as he walked through the city streets, head held high and leather-clad, Alex knew one thing for certain: he had discovered a part of himself he never knew existed, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

One fateful evening, Alex decided to take his exploration of leather to the next level. He ventured into a renowned gay leather club, drawn by the promise of a community that understood and embraced his desires.

Inside the dimly lit club, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of leather mingled with the heady aroma of cigars. As Alex made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over him.

It was there, in the heart of the club, that he discovered his love for cigars. Entranced by the sight of men puffing on their smoldering sticks, he hesitantly accepted an offer to try one for himself.

As the rich, earthy flavor enveloped his senses, Alex felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had experienced before. The smoke danced on his tongue, filling him with a sense of warmth and contentment.

From that moment on, cigars became a staple of Alex's leather-clad adventures. He relished the ritual of lighting up, the camaraderie shared with fellow enthusiasts, and the way the smoke added an extra layer of intensity to his experiences.

With each visit to the leather club, Alex discovered more about himself and the vibrant subculture he had become a part of. And as he indulged in his love for leather and cigars, he found a sense of liberation and empowerment that he had never known before.

As Alex continued to immerse himself in the leather community and embrace his newfound passions, he decided to take another bold step: he grew a beard.

At first, it was just a stubble, a hint of rugged masculinity that complemented his leather-clad persona. But as time went on, Alex let his beard grow longer and fuller, until it became a defining feature of his appearance.

With each passing day, the beard became more than just a symbol of his masculinity; it became a symbol of his confidence and self-assurance. Running his fingers through the coarse hair, Alex felt a sense of pride in the person he had become.

As he walked through the city streets, leather jacket hugging his frame, cigar smoke trailing behind him, and beard framing his face, Alex felt like he was truly living life on his own terms. And with each passing day, he discovered new depths to his identity, finding joy and fulfillment in every aspect of his journey.

With his confidence soaring and his sense of self solidifying, Alex delved deeper into his exploration of leather. One day, while browsing through a leather boutique, he stumbled upon a pair of leather chaps.

Intrigued by their rugged appeal and the way they showcased his legs, Alex couldn't resist trying them on. As he fastened the buckles and adjusted the straps, he felt a surge of excitement course through him.

Stepping in front of the mirror, Alex admired his reflection. The leather chaps hugged his thighs snugly, accentuating every curve and contour of his body. He felt powerful, alluring, and completely in command of his desires.

From that moment on, leather chaps became a staple of Alex's wardrobe. Whether he was strutting through the streets or dancing the night away at the leather club, he always felt like the truest version of himself when he wore them.

Embracing his love for leather chaps was just another step in Alex's journey of self-discovery. With each new revelation, he felt more liberated and empowered, unapologetically embracing every aspect of his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather. And as he continued to explore and celebrate his passions, he knew that the best was yet to come.

More to come…

Part 2. The new Alex

After immersing himself fully in the leather community, Alex met a lover at a BDSM club who shared his passion for exploration and pushing boundaries. One night, amidst the crackling of leather and the scent of desire, they found themselves entwined in a whirlwind of passion.

In the heat of the moment, Alex's lover suggested a bold idea: shaving his beard into a large, bushy horseshoe mustache. Intrigued by the prospect of a new look and eager to please his partner, Alex agreed.

With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Alex sat back as his lover skillfully wielded the razor, transforming his rugged beard into a statement-making mustache. As he caught sight of his reflection, Alex couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the bold new look staring back at him.

With his new horseshoe mustache, Alex felt like a different man altogether. The thick, luxurious hair framed his face, adding a touch of vintage charm to his leather-clad persona. And as he returned to the BDSM club with his lover by his side, he felt a newfound sense of confidence and liberation.

Embracing his partner's suggestion was just another step in Alex's journey of self-discovery and exploration. With each new experience, he learned more about himself and what it meant to truly embrace his desires and passions. And as he continued to push boundaries and challenge conventions, he knew that the possibilities were endless.

As Alex continued to revel in his leather lifestyle, his horseshoe mustache grew thicker and more prominent, rivaling the legendary Glenn Hughes' iconic facial hair. With each passing day, Alex found himself more enamored with his mustache, relishing the attention it garnered and the confidence it instilled in him.

Yet, amidst his newfound self-assurance, a longing lingered in the depths of Alex's mind. Despite his love for his sandy blonde locks, he couldn't shake the desire for a darker mustache to match his leather-clad persona.

One fateful night, after a whirlwind evening of passion and adventure with his lover, Alex woke up to a surprise. With a mischievous grin, his partner revealed that they had dyed only his mustache a striking black, leaving the light beard stubble in its natural blonde-red hue.

As Alex took in his reflection, the contrast between his darkened mustache and the light stubble added an intriguing depth to his appearance. With each glance in the mirror, he felt a newfound sense of confidence and empowerment.

Embracing his darker mustache while retaining his natural blonde-red stubble was more than just a physical transformation for Alex; it was a declaration of his authenticity and a testament to the bond he shared with his partner. And as they continued to navigate life's adventures together, hand in hand and adorned in leather, Alex knew that he was finally living his truth. But what about his hair?

As Alex stared at his reflection, initially surprised by the bold transformation of his mustache, a surge of excitement coursed through him. While he hadn't expected his partner to dye his mustache while he slept, the thrill of the unexpected gesture ignited a spark of desire within him.

Embracing the newfound confidence that the dark mustache bestowed upon him, Alex felt an intense urge to reciprocate his partner's kinky gesture. Inspired by their shared passion for exploration and self-expression, he decided to dive deeper into his kinkier side.

With an adventurous spirit and a hunger for experimentation, Alex began to explore edgier styles and accessories, each one pushing the boundaries of his comfort zone. From leather harnesses adorned with studs and spikes to daring accessories that hinted at his wilder desires, Alex reveled in the electrifying rush of pushing the limits of his own pleasure.

As he unveiled his daring new look to his partner, the hunger in their eyes mirrored his own. Together, they embraced the thrill of indulging in their shared kinks and fantasies, each moment tinged with the intoxicating allure of taboo.

In the end, Alex realized that true fulfillment came from embracing his deepest desires and surrendering to the tantalizing pleasures of the unknown. And as they continued to explore their kinkier sides together, hand in hand and adorned in their provocative ensembles, Alex knew that he was living his truth in the most exhilarating way possible.

As Alex and his partner delved deeper into the leather and kink world, their bond grew stronger with each daring experiment and shared moment of exploration. They reveled in the exhilarating rush of self-expression, finding joy in embracing their deepest desires and celebrating each other's unique quirks.

The contrast of Alex's dyed black handlebar mustache against his natural blonde stubble, framed by the curl of a cigar, became a signature of their dynamic partnership. They delighted in the visual juxtaposition, a visual representation of the harmony found in their differences.

But as they reveled in their shared indulgences, the question of Alex's hair lingered in the air, a tantalizing opportunity for further experimentation. With a mischievous glint in their eyes, Alex's partner took the lead, selecting a daring new hair color to complement his mustache.

In a bold display of trust and mutual admiration, Alex's partner took the initiative to dye his hair while he lay passed out, the rich hues transforming his appearance in his slumber. As Alex woke to the surprise transformation, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and gratitude for his partner's bold gesture.

Together, they stood side by side, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation, Alex and his partner knew that their journey of self-discovery was far from over. With each daring experiment and shared adventure, they continued to push the limits of their own pleasure, celebrating the boundless possibilities.

Where’s next….

After The Halloween Party

I’ve always wanted to go to a Halloween party. The ones where everyone’s in some low quality costume, skin showing, loud music. Watching everyone get wasted and shit. But I’ve never been invited to one. It was hard to connect with these other people in uni. I didn’t feel the same as them. Maybe I had a bit of an old soul, or maybe I just hadn’t hit my peak yet. But I didn’t really feel like I fit in. 

You know who did, though?  My roommate, Maverick. 

He had always been the popular guy. The amount of times he’s hosted a loud ass party while I’m trying to have a chill weekend...He hasn’t been mean to me or anything, but even then, it’s bothersome. The stench of weed and drunk girls is always awful. 

This is my last year at uni, and I was determined to go to a Halloween party. A friend of mine sold some...suspicious objects. When I told him about my struggles, I remember him offering me what he called a “magic zipper”. He told me you could slap it onto someone’s back, and zip them down, and it’d empty them out into a suit. Like a wearable costume. “It’s in the spirit of Halloween, isn’t it?” 

Despite the Halloween spirit, the idea of turning my roommate into a bodysuit sounded evil. “Don’t worry, when you’re done with him, just take the suit off and peel the zipper off. Just don’t peel the zipper off while you’re wearing it...no way out then.” I thought it was a load of shit until he showed me his creepy collection of suits...including one of my professors, who had been “away on family business” for the past week. I knew he had to be telling the truth. 

And so, I waited for my roommate to come out of his room. I knew he was going to a party tonight. The door opened and my shirtless roommate walked out, giving me a glance and a smile. 

“Hey fam, gonna head to the party soon. Just gotta change.” I gave him an assertive nod and looked away, hearing him enter his bathroom while holding some clothes. I pulled the zipper out of my pocket, and gave a exasperated sigh. I was going to do it. 

Knock knock

“Hey fam, wh-!” I quickly tackled him into the wall and knocked the air out of him. Taking advantage of him being stunned, I forcefully spun him around and slapped the zipper onto his back. “What the fuck are you doing?” I started to pull at the zipper, opening him up from starting from the bottom. As I unzipped him, he visibly deflated and I could see him struggling to stay on his feet. “What? I-I can’t feel my legs? WHY CAN’T I FEEL MY LEGS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAN?” I gave him a devilish grin. “Relax, it’s just for a night.” Maverick started to slouch as he tried to grip the wall for support as he legs crumpled, as if a pair of pants. He started to panic as he realized there was nothing left but his skin, watching as arms flopped and his fingers flailed emptily. I finally unzipped him up to his neck, and he collapsed over himself. There was nothing left of him but a skinsuit to wear. 

I lifted the suit up as his shorts and boxers slipped off effortlessly, revealing a lengthy package. No wonder he got so many girls. Maverick’s poor face sagged as the skinsuit hung around in the air, nothing inside. I carefully laid his skin on the floor, back facing upwards, and started to stick my legs into his, making sure to fit perfectly into the suit. Maverick worked out and had muscles, but he stayed lean, making the bodysuit a tight fit. My legs in, I pushed my ass into place, and used my own hands to slot my dick into his cock sheath. I watched it balloon back to a girthy figure, likely how Maverick’s dick would be if he was hard. His skin flopping over me halfway, I pulled it up and slipped my arms in, grabbing the back to tighten Maverick’s skin like a corset as his abs regained their structure. Finally, I grabbed the head of the bodysuit, hanging over my impressive chest, I slipped my own head face-first into it. Stretching and pulling at the skin, I looked  in the mirror and saw Maverick. No one but Maverick. I grabbed his phone, or rather, MY phone and made a funny face before snapping a selfie.

“Fuck, the party’s in 30. Better get dressed.” I took the boxers and the shorts Maverick was wearing and tossed them back into his room, then looked at the costume he had brought into the bathroom. Some cheesy, stereotypically revealing Halloween costume. Y’know what? Fuck it. When you look this good, you don’t need to follow the rules. I was just gonna go as “myself”, Maverick O’Hare. Looking like this, girls will still wanna fuck me. 

I put on a dapper looking button-up shirt and slacks, and looked at myself in the mirror. 

“Definitely gonna get fucked looking like this. Thanks for the costume, Maverick.” 

30 minutes later, walking to my frat bro’s house, and I hear blaringly loud music and people screaming. I knew I was at the right place. I rung the doorbell, and he greeted me in a low-effort Batman costume with his abs all out. “Maverick, what’s up, bro! What, uh...what’re you dressed as?” I gave him a mischievous smile, and simply said, “Maverick, that’s it. Listen fam, I’m just here to get laid. Don’t tell the girls.” He gave a cocky chuckle as he let me in. God, even though I was wearing Maverick, I was still...me. This kind of shit wasn’t my thing, but...at least I got to experience it. And I’d definitely be able to get laid tonight. So I stood by the drinks, downing cup, after cup, after cup. A girl in a skimpy cat costume, clearly drunk, stumbles up to me. “Hey Maverick...I’ve seen how you look at me. Why don’t we take this upstairs?” She giggles flirtatiously and grabs my collar, pulling me upstairs. We lock the door behind us and she pushes me onto the bed. It’s all blurry...I’ve had so much to drink. But I can still feel all the sensations. I can feel a tongue in my mouth as hands on my chest pull apart my shirt. I can hear a faint, “What the hell is this, Maverick?” A ripping sensation on my back along with a playful laugh...For the moment, the only thing I want is this woman’s body...

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The sun shined directly into my eyes as I woke up. “Oh fuck...I didn’t mean to stay the night. I looked at the naked girl next to me, covering her up with the blanket as I stood up and pulled some pants on. 

“Wild night...I got the experience I wanted.” I walked into the bathroom and locked the door, speaking quietly so the girl wouldn’t be able to hear me. “You know Maverick, this body was nice and the night was fun, but...I miss my old life. This just isn’t for me. I can’t wait to take you off...” I reached behind me to feel for the zipper, but there was nothing. Wait...no. NO...THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING. I had too much to drink...I didn’t notice...it can’t be...? 

I walked back to the bed, where I saw the girl start  to wake up. I looked around, and spotted the zipper on the ground. “W-What the fuck? NO! I didn’t want to do this to Maverick! I don’t want this! Wh-what...no, it’s still just a suit!” I started tear out my hair, pull at my lips, trying to stretch Maverick’s finger’s off, looking for some sign that...that I was still wearing a suit, that I wasn’t Maverick, that I didn’t just permanently take my roommate’s skin...

The girl had woken up to my frantic scrambling. 

“Maverick? What are you doing? Your scaring me!” 

“What the hell did you do? Tell me you didn’t take that zipper off of me, please!” 

“W-what? That thing? I-I don’t know! It was like a sticker on you. It was part of your costume, right?” She attempted to make a light-hearted joke. “Don’t worry babe, it was past midnight. Halloween was over.” I was in complete shock, when she enticingly walked up to me and teased me with her tongue out, tracing my abs. “You shouldn’t wear costume to cover up this sexy body of yours.” 

“I...I don’t think I have a choice.” 

The Wrapping

In my last story, I wanted to write a dark thriller-ish story with a villainous protagonist, but I wanted this story to be a whole lot more wholesome (though still devious) for the holidays! It’s kind of silly and not as hot tbh, but hopefully it’s kind of fun for someone. It’s been one hell of a year, so here’s to a better 2021. Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays y’all! Stay safe, and make sure no one you’re close to is plotting to suitify you! ;)

edit: Oh crap, I totally forgot to post this yesterday! Here it is though, my message stays the same! 

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I sighed as I listened to the mundane tapping of fingers on keyboards, nails hitting the desk, pens clicking. Over and over, my head rang with the same sounds throughout the morning. No one who was here wanted to be here. Except perhaps my boss. That piece of shit put us all to work instead of giving us the holidays off. Only reason he might be happy to be here is probably because, if his wife has been hearing any of the rumors regarding his interactions with the female employees of our company, I’m assuming their marriage is disastrous.

I thought I’d be able to relax at home, spend Christmas with my boyfriend, Craig. We’ve been together for a couple of years now, and this was our first year living together. Our first Christmas spent together. The last one, we had both flown home to see our parents, splitting up. 

But of course, my piece of shit boss had called me up. Told me to come in and work...subtly threatened unemployment if I objected. I wanted to quit right  then and there, but money was tight and I knew how much Craig and I could use the cash. I had to break the news to Craig, but he was understanding. He promised that we’d open up presents tonight, or we’d open them up tomorrow if I was too tired. It was heartwarming to hear the support loved one, but made the act of going to work the next day no less grueling. 

“Hey Lance, you get that call from boss too?” I jumped at the sound of my name being called and turned to see my coworker and one of the few friends I’ve made in the office, Trevor. He was a good lookin’ guy, though he only had a frustrated face at the moment. 

“Yeah. Fucking ridiculous.”

“Right? Sick of this fucking job. Frankly, I’m not even sure what I fucking do at this point,” he joked. A hint of a smile popped up on his face. He slapped me on the arm and got up, heading towards the bathroom. I closed my eyes and imagined what I’ll do with Craig. It was the only thing that could motivate me to keep up with my work. 

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Hours later, the sun was setting and an orange hue painted the sky. It was a surprisingly beautiful sunset, considering it was Christmas. I finally finished my work. I watched the tired people around me cleaning up their desks, disgruntled and ready to go home. I glanced over at Trevor’s desk and noted he was still missing...weird. I hadn’t seen him the entire day ever since he left to go to the restroom. I guessed he had wisened up and just left. I sure as hell wish I could afford to...I know Trevor came from a pretty wealthy background. But at least I could finally find some respite with the end of the day approaching. 

Until I saw the secretary walking to my desk. 

She placed her hands on my desk and looked me in the eye, almost remorsefully. 

“Mr. Campbell would like to speak to you.”

My heart sunk as I realized I’ll be spending more time in this shithole instead of celebrating the holidays with my boyfriend. I slumped in my chair and nodded to the secretary. She left me and I cleaned my act up. Surely it must be something quick, right? I couldn’t imagine him calling me in at the end like this for any reason. 

Walking over to Mr. Campbell’s office, I opened the door and saw my dapper boss staring at me intimidatingly. 

“Hello, Lance. I’m sure this little meeting may come as a surprise. Take a seat, won’t you?” He motioned towards a chair opposite from his desk, while seating himself in a larger one. 

“I know you might be a little confused as to why I called you in. But let me assure it’s nothing bad.” He smiled at me, something I had never seen before on his face. He always looked menacing and unwelcoming. But right in this moment, something seemed different. 

“I just wanted to give you this for being an outstanding part of this office. You’ve always been productive and loyal to this business. You deserve proper compensation. Especially for coming in on Christmas.”

From behind his desk, he pulled out a fairly large box, wrapped in a snowman-covered paper, perhaps the size of my torso, and slid it across the desk. I cautiously took the box, wondering what the catch was. There was no way he decided to just randomly give me this out of kindness or gratefulness. Not Mr. Campbell. This is the abusive boss who makes people work on Christmas, threaten their jobs and their records, and, allegedly, numerous women have quit and spoken up on him firing them if they did not oblige to sexual favors. On top of that, why the hell is he only giving this to me? Still, he was my boss for now, and I had to appeal to him.

“...Er, thanks, Mr. Campbell. I appreciate the gift. I’ll make sure-”

“Why don’t you open it?”

“Right here? Right now?”

“Yes. Open it. I want you to see it.”

Confused, I still obeyed and started to rip the wrapping paper off. I glanced up to give the boss an acknowledging smile as I lifted the lid up. I found a folded up suit and tie, along with pants.

“Clothing, Mr. Campbell?” I tried to feign gratitude with a hesitant smile.

“Keep going.” 

I lifted the clothing and saw an ID on top of a peach colored object. On the ID, I saw a picture of...Trevor. A chill ran across my spine as I felt the peace colored object...it felt like skin. I pulled it out and lo and behold...it was Trevor in the form of a flimsy suit. 

“Is this some kind of...costume?” The thing gave me the creeps, but I couldn’t defy my curiosity. 

“You could say that.”

“Was that...you earlier then?”

A grim glare shot across Mr. Campbell’s face. “No.”

“Then...what did you do to Trevor?” My voice quivered as a ton of horrific scenes ran through my head. 

“It was just an injection. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.” He pulled out what looked like pink stickers. “All you do is slap these magic tags on, and he’ll be restored within an hour. Sorry to alarm you.” 

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth, until Mr. Campbell said, “Why don’t you put him on right now?” 

“What? Right here? I don’t even know-”

“Take your clothes off. Stretch open the mouth. You can figure out the rest.” 

Something told me I didn’t have a choice. I laid the suit on the floor and started to pull out of my clothing, tossing it over the chair. I grabbed the Trevor suit and dipped my toes into the mouth. Surprisingly, it was soft and comfortable. I slipped into the legs and did a few test jumps. Mr. Campbell observed closely as the suit matched my form. I squeezed my way into the rest of the suit before pulling the face over my own, before a painful ache rushed through my body. Suddenly, a lifetime of memories flooded my mind. I recalled feeling a prick in the neck before everything went black...I wasn’t exactly sure what to say to Mr. Campbell.

“Is there something you would like me to do with this?” Trevor’s voice escaped my throat! It was like I was him entirely. But why did Mr. Campbell want me in this suit? I was confused on what to do now. I stood there awkwardly, naked with an admittedly sexier body. Mr. Campbell walked around his desk and came up to me.

“Why don’t you unwrap your second present?” He grabbed my crotch, though I immediately relented and backed up.

“I’m sorry Mr. Campbell, but I’ve got a boyfriend, and frankly, this is a little weird...”

“Don’t you want to provide for him?” I gulped, knowing my job was on the line. Craig would understand, he always does.

I started to unbutton Mr. Campbell’s jacket and slid it off of him. The white button-up was already partially open, displaying the man’s hairy chest. Despite how awful my boss was, I confessed I considered him an attractive man. I pulled off the shirt and was down to his pants. I looked at him, unsure if he wanted me to go all the way. He nodded, urging me to take it all off. I unbuckled his belt and slid it out, the pants visibly loosened and slipped down with ease. I looked up for another nod of approval before removing his shoes and socks, smelling the subtle rankness of his feet. Finally, i slipped his underwear down, and a lengthy member dropped in front of me. I examined the man in front of me, up and down. Were these the kind of sexual favors my boss wanted? Was he interested in men? 

“Why don’t you keep going?” 

I raised an eyebrow at him, dumbfounded. “What?” 

“Keep going.” He walked closer to me, sensually looking me in the eye. 

I couldn’t quite grasp what he meant, until he tugged at his cheek, revealing something else inside. I rubbed Mr. Campbell’s face and he closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure. Slowly tracing down his face, I hooked my fingers under his lips and started to stretch the mouth open. I could feel the scruffy facial hair move under my fingers as I tugged at his face, the face distorting as a familiar face was revealed under Mr. Campbell’s face.

“Craig?” I was absolutely speechless as I slipped off the entire face of my boss. The upper half of the face landed in a heap behind him, while the chin lay across his chest. I backed up in shock at the spectacle before me! 

Craig gave me a devious smile and started to rip the skin off of himself. Still using Mr. Campbell’s hands, he grabbed at the mouth around his neck and started to pull. As he did, the skin started to give, and he started to rip it off, like wrapping. Truly like a Christmas gift! The face split in half and he tugged towards his left arm. With a forceful motion, the arm sleeve ripped right off and he tossed it towards onto the desk, the fingers hanging over the side as they flopped around. He continued to rip the other side off as the suit seemingly got shredded. With the torso hanging over his hip, the torn up skinsuit hung onto the cock in pieces, the face hanging by the side while the right hand of the suit laying flatly on the ground. Craig heaved as he pulled the rest of it off violently, further shredding the skin until it lay as a mess on the floor. He picked up it and slung the mangled skinsuit onto the desk.

“Merry Christmas, babe!” He held me by my hips and kissed me.

“Craig, what the hell is this?” 

“I bought us some of these serums, and figured they would make a nice gift. I didn’t originally plan to use it on these guys in specific, but when you got that call and told me about your shitty boss...I figured we could get a bit of revenge. Plus, you’ve told me about Trevor being hot. So I figured, why the hell not?” 

“But what about Mr. Campbell? You ripped him up!”

“Don’t worry, trust me, some tape and those little sticker things he showed...he’ll be back. And he’ll be humbled.”

He went back behind the desk and pulled out a paper and slid it over to me. I skimmed through it...this was a document giving the company to me!

“Oh my God! What the fuck? This is...”

“Yep. I always said you’d make a great leader. And whenever your coworkers come by to hang out with us, you have no clue what they say about you. They’re gonna love you. And Mr. Campbell over here, signed the document. Hopefully, he takes the time off to reimagine himself as a better man. All you gotta do is sign it yourself.” He rolled a pen over and I held it within my hand. I scoured through Trevor’s thoughts, and he had said some of the sweetest things about me, and his conversations with our colleagues suggested that maybe I could be the one  to make this shithole better. I brought the pen to the paper and voila, my signature was on it.

“You get to be the boss now, Lance.” Craig got up and came to embrace me. I was too stunned at everything happening to give him much of a response. “You can make this place so much better next year. But for now, why don’t we enjoy that sexy suit you’re in?” He started to kiss me, and I returned the favor. I pulled back for a second and looked Craig in the eyes.

“This is the best Christmas ever...Why don’t I give you my present now?” I gave him a suggestive look, rubbing up against against him. I pushed him down across the desk and whispered into his ear, “I love you, babe. Merry Christmas.” 

'Why didnt I thought of this...' I said to myself. I forgot to refuel my motorcycle... now I sit here and my tank is empty.

I got off and started pushing it down the street. Still 147 miles to the next gas station.

After some time I've heard a truck coming closer. It stopped next to me and the window got let down. A fat man with beard revealed himself.

"Everything okay?", he asked.

"My tank is empty.", I replied.

"I was on my way to the next gas station. Hop in, I can take you with me.", he said smiling.

I was a bit hesitant.

"What about my bike?", I asked.

"We can secure your motorcycle in the trailer."

"That would be great!"

"Allright, you can meet me at the parking spot in front of us."

He drives away and parks about 150 meters in front of me. I push my bike towards it. The trailer is already open as I arrive and the driver gets out of his cabin.

He was a head shorter and definitely older than me.

We stowed my bike and entered the driver cabin again.

"Thank you for taking me with you.", I said when he started the truck.

"It's always a pleasure to help young men in dificult situations.", he replied.

What a wierd response, I thought.

We drove a short time when he started to do small talk.

"I'm Pete. What is your name?", he asked.

"I'm Jordan.", I replied.

"Nice to meet you Jordan. May I ask if you are from around here? I dont see people on a bike her often. Oh, and how old are you? You seem pretty young."

I was getting suspicious of him. Who would ask such things a stranger? Maybe he just doesnt like silence. I shrug.

My testicle started to itch, what an inopportune time, I thought. Maybe I shouldnt have worn my jockstrap today. I pulled on the tight leather around the area to stop the itching.

From the corner of my eye I saw how he was watching me. To distract him I answered.

"No, I'm not from around here. I'm driving through the whole country right now. And I'm 26."

"You could be my son with that age. I'm twice as old as you.", he said and chuckled. "So you're doing a roadtrip. Alone?"

"I started with a friend but he left. Now I'm doing it alone."

"Alright."

Some minutes of silence again. I enjoyed it.

"You can put your feet up if you want.  Or take your boots off if they are too uncomfortable or too warm.", he said out of nowhere.

That was strange, but a nice offer.

"Thanks, but they are in fact really comfortable.", I answered.

Silence again, I hope this time for longer.

His phone rang and he picked it up. From his responses it sounded like it was a friend.

"Is it okay for you if we do a small stop soon? I have to pick up a friend?", he asked me after hanging up.

I looked around to find out where he should fit in this cabin. Pete noticed that.

"If you pull the curtains behind you to the side you can see a bed. It would be nice if you stay there until I put him down again.", he said.

"Alright, I'll do it.", I answered.

I pulled the curtains to the side and a gross looking bed got revealed. It had so many stains and chips leftovers. I took a step towards it as I thought that it wouldnt take long but then I felt a sting in my right ass cheek. As I turn around I see how Pete empties a syringe into my butt. I tried to get away but I already started to stumble and fell mostly onto the bed.

Pete parked the truck at the side of the road and closed the window curtains.

"I'm sorry Jordan, but you are really my type.", he said with a dark grin.

I tried to move but I couldnt. i tried to scream but I could only get out a whimper.

"I injected you with my own creation. It paralyzes every muscle except the heart.", he said.

He now took my legs and put them onto the bed so that I laid straight on it. He run his fingers all over my body. From my pecks to my feet. He took the zipper from my one-piece-racing-suit and pulled it down till he reached my belly button. He stared for a long time at my abs and then he started to massage and lick them. It kinda felt good, I didnt had such intimate body contact in a long time. I tried to imagine my girlfriend licking my six pack instead of an old creepy guy but it didnt really work.

As he was finished he grabbed my left foot and pulled my boot off. It kinda turned me on. The second it came off I could smell my feet and it was a strong smell. Hey, I never took them or the suit off the whole last week as they were super comfortable and the motels I stayed at never had a shower.

He raised it to his nose and took some deep breaths. I noticed how his dick raised in his jeans and he noticed too. Ho opened his pants and put his dick out. It was pretty small.

"I'll clean it up. I promise.", he said as he took my gloved hand to wank while sniffing my boot. He shot his load all over my abs. When he finished he took a wet warm rug to clean my body. It felt great. Then he put my boot back on. I hoped that he would make me able to move again as he pulled out another syringe.

"You know Jordan, now that I played with and observed your body,  I came to the conclusion that you'll be the new me.", he said.

I was shocked. What does he want? Does he have a body swap machine somewhere? Dear god, I hope not.

"You'll be my first body suit. I got this serum from the black market.", he told me. I tried to move but nothing even twitched. He put the syringe on my neck and with the other hand pressed my cock the last time.

"Dear god, thats huge!", he shouted as he emptied the syringe.

He took a step back to look at me nervously.

I started to feel my body tingle and then it started. I saw how my chest started to deflate, followed by my legs, arms and head. Pete cheered.

As the transformation finished he lifted me, well my empty skin from the bed, causing my biker clothes to slip completely off.

He sniffed my armpit and groaned. After that he took his clothes of and started to feel for my asshole. He went head first into me. At first it hurt but it felt good shortly after. I felt how his chubby legs filled out my muscular legs, how his fat belly pressed against my well formed abs, how his small dick grew to fill up my huge cock and how his beard tingled for a short time as he slipped his head inside mine.

As he finished he let out a loud moan, but it was my voice.

"I cant wait to put all of this on. I'm sorry Jordan that you had to be it but you were totally my type: tall, good looking, muscular and wearing a racing suit.", I heard my voice saying.

So he knew that I'd be conscious after he put me on. I dont want this life as a suit.

He took my jockstrap and my thick wool socks and put them on. The socks were wet and cold. Probably because I wore them non stop even at these high temperatures. He took the suit and put it on. After that he lifted my, now his feet, to smell them one last time before he put my boots on. He finished with my gloves and went back behind the steering weel.

He drove close to the gas station, took my bike, filled it up and drove as myself away.

Now almost 2 months later, I almost got used to being worn. At first it felt really weird, as if I'm the boot but after a while I enjoyed it. I had no duties anymore. Pete only took me off once since that day and I can feel how he enjoys being inside me. He loves wearing my clothes, especially the racing suits and normal suits. He loves driving with the motorcycle through the whole country.

Sometimes, when he feels alone he even talks to me. He knows that I cant answer but he just wants to get things off his chest while knowing that someone is listening.

He took me off at my birthday, maybe because of sympathy or because he didnt know how to act that day if he would've met someone from my old life that day.

Now he is making money off of instagram by posting pictures of him in my body suit to finance his motorcycle trips.

Hi. I am a new writer on Tumblr. You can read my blog description for more details but in short, I write all M2M Transformation. Mostly about skinsuit but will write other genres soon. 

I update about 1-2 times a week so please don’t expect much XD. My stories will most likely gonna have sequence so don’t assume an ending just yet.

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A painted skin

           It was a long and lonesome Christmas night, when lights had long gone out and the stars had long retreated under the darkness of the Hallow, a man strikes foot at a hurried pace, all the while checking his clock. This was supposed to be a very special occasion, for both him and his beloved husband, for on this very night three years ago, their fate collied, then the same night, a year later, they were married. He had prepared the most perfect suit, made a reservation at the finest restaurant in town,... everything that was to make this a perfect night... Well, “almost perfect”, if not for the last-minute urgent meeting . Thinking about how disappointing his fated pair would be, he practically ran at this point, all the while thinking of a good apology for being late on the very night. “Surely he would understand”, he thought.

          Then all of the sudden, he got chilled down his spine, as he got this unnerving feeling that he was being followed. “You need to toughen yourself up, it is not a supernatural phenomenon for people to walk around on Christmas Eve”,  he reassured himself. But the more he thought about it, the weirder it seemed as he was certain there was usually no one hanging around this neighborhood on such night. His mind was wandering about then he heard a loud screech.           

           A dark figure dashed out of the shadow in a corner and landed right on him. They wrestled each other under the starless sky, all the while screaming and hissing mixed, but it was as if there was no one hearing the commotion. Years of gymnastics and a healthy lifestyle finally paid off, for even the being in front of him was strong, he was nowhere lesser in the fight. But alas, his opponent got the upper hand and pinned him to the ground. His head hit the earth with such strength that put him in a bizarre shock. As he was slowly slipping into darkness, he could only be heard as this figure was grazing his face “ Good-looking people like you must have always thought that beauty is the key to everything... But not to worry, you will be the last key I needed for my grand finale...”

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           Jacey had been on the tip of his toes for the past few days, for night after night, he had been having this same horrible nightmare: A dark tall figure standing beside his bedpost screaming that he must flee from this place, and something about “myth”?. As to why he must do it, he did not know as his dream was always cut off at that moment, with him bolting up from his sleep.

           “Are you alright my dear? You look awfully tired as if you haven’t gotten any sleep for quite some time now.” Jacey looked up to see Tames’s worried eyes. He signed – he could not keep this up forever.

           “ I am quite alright”, he could not give Tames any more reason to worry for him, he already had too much burden on himself already, “ please just enjoy our anniversary together, and make some time for yourself too. I know you have always worked so hard to provide and ensure a good life for the both of us, but please, think for yourself more, if not for you then for me?”

          “ Whatever you say, bǎobèi” – my darling, a term of endearment Tames gave that Jacey had ever come to love, just as he loved everything about Tames – the very best thing that changed his whole life, and he must confess there is not much thing that is good in his life, to begin with.

          Having said that himself, the nauseous feeling of uneasiness still lingered around in the stomach. Noticing the tension in the air, Tames leaned in and brushed his lips across his husband’s ears and said: “ You know.... they said chocolate and sex are very good for stress relieving. Unfortunately... I don’t have any chocolate.”

          “Your words are so corny for a university teacher”,

          “Only for you, bǎobèi”, Tames smirked. “However, our villa is too far away, so let me show some other talents other than saying practiced corny words”

          He then pushed Jacey onto the ground, and the two started with a very light, fluttering kiss. Soon enough, it deepened into something more passionately, as the two young lads hungrily embraced each other, and they could care less since they were in a private chamber anyway. Tames then trailed his kiss down the collar bone, across Jacey’s chest, all the while sucking on his lover’s nipples. Jacey moaned as he tugged at Tames’s hair.  Finally, Tames reached down and started to suck on his lover’s cock, all the while using his hand to stroke up and down his own. As the sun lay finally set, the two came together in a blissful burst of lust and grace. Tames swallowed all of his husband’s milky substant and then pried Jacey’s lips open for a deep kiss. Jacey was panting heavily by then and exclaimed

          “Goodness me, that was so hot! The respected professor Tames I knew will never do something this improper.”

          “Let’s say, just like a tree turns new leaves, I too turn a new “skin”. Now let me carry you to the car, and when we get home, I will show you a few tricks I have learned”          

“ I’m looking forward to it”, Jacey smiled. Maybe he was just imagining things. Maybe all were fine and he was just having a nightmare from the exhaustion from work.

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            After a few rounds of passionate love at home, it was 5 AM and Jacey was sound asleep, exhausted from all the sex they had. Tames woke up all of a sudden, panting heavily. Then he looked at the sleeping figure next to him: “Foolish brat”, he thought, he then pulled up his jeans and matched his way to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror, Tames used his hands to caress and touch every part of his body, from his face to his muscular firm chest, down to his rock-hard abs “What an unfaithful dumb whore you are Jacey, did you really think running to this bastard can help you escape from me?” he grinned to his reflection in the mirror while shaving, twisting Tames’s soft handsome feature into something way more sinister.

         “Tames” held his hands up behind his nape, then traced his fingers down to his spine then slowly peeled upward to his head. The skin behind his back splited, and “Tames” slowly pulled his facial skin forward. With an eerily slurping and slooshing sound, “Tames” ‘s whole face fell down to his chest, leaving behind a more chubby face of a man in his 40s.

          It was Jack, Jacey’s former lover, an abusive racist man that tormented Jacey for years. Jack held Tames’s hollow face in his now long, slender fingers and muttered: “ I took you in Jacey, and yet just because of a few beating, you could not bear it and turned me to the police”. He traced his abs, all the while thinking back to how he once was.   

            “ I once had this kind of abs. But I had gotten this obese because of you, Jacey. Even after I came and begged for your forgiveness, you still turned me away, even threatened to sue me.” Deep in thoughts, he slowly pulled off the rest of his body, from the muscular arms, down to his ripped abs. He then pulled his hardened cock, out of Tames’s much longer penis.

          “ It was only by chance I came upon this cursed seal in a Chinese expedition. Legend has it that this seal bears the power of a shapeshifting monster, which can draw skin out of mere paper. But that kind of skin doesn’t last very long, so I used another of its power. On that faithful Christmas, I cornered your little lover and drank of his essence from him. Kind of like one of those vampire movies I guess. Then all I needed to do was seal his essence in a bracelet. With it and the skin, I can be your beloved “Tames” inside out and no one is the wiser.”, the older man snickered. “Oh, the irony, to be tricked by your own legend. How absurd that sound.”

          “ I better get this skin into the shower and give myself a good bath. All of this acting has started to take a toll on me and I really need a relaxing bath.”

            As Jack finished his bath, he looked at the new fresh skin and pondered “But I got to admit, possessing this handsome vessel and all of the knowledge do have its benefit. A whore that waits to workship my body, a respected title at a renowned Ivy League university, a Thai model ,an expensive lifestyle,... all of those are now MINE”, he smiled wickedly. He then started putting his lanky legs into more muscular ones, all the while still inside the shower.

          Jack stroked his limb cock for it to harden and started to push it into Tames’s.

          “ AHH, GOD. The sensation of this part always makes me start to pre-cum”.          

          He then pulled up the rest of his abdominal area, and all of his fat gut disappear into Tames’s abs with a slop. The rest of his arms were also put into Tames’s muscular one. Finally, Jack raised Tames’s face up, with one hand pinching the nose and the other holding the behind, he started to align his face, then traced the skin gap behind his back with his fingers. Soon, there is no longer Jack the obsessed 40s white man, but Tames – his body like a Greek sculptor.

          “Tames”, with the residual sensation earlier, started stroking his hardened 4.8 inches cock, all the while pinching his nipples and massaging his body. Then like a flare of flames ignited behind his eyes, “Tames” threw his head back while twitching as the hot milky fluid poured from his manhood. He scooped up a handful of the milk then licked it, leaving behind a mildly sweet and salty flavor. “Tasty”, “Tames” said as he leaked his lips.

          There was a knock on the door, he could hear Jacey spoke with urgency: “Tames you need to hurry up, your photoshoot will start at 7”.

          “Coming, you go and fix things up first, bǎobèi. I will be right after”, said Tames with his deep voice, smiling.

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             The photoshoot happened soon after, and Jacey was with him the whole time. As he posed for the picture, he could not help but wonder if all of this fiasco was only for vengeance, or somewhere deep down his heart, he still harbored some feeling for this Chinese boy, who once was the light of his life, till he was consumed by his own darkness.     

              For now, he was contented with what he got, even what he got was stolen from another flesh, that all of this happiness was all fabricated illusion. Perhaps in this world, there is no forgiveness.

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            Somewhere, on a rooftop far away, a mysterious man wore a long black cloak, watching them shoot and wondering: “So it has truly returned. I wonder, how long will these illusive acting last? I haven’t chased a monster in a long time and I am thrilled to be a hunter once again”.

The Damnation of Immortality

          Immortality has never been one of the greatest gifts of life, Dracula knew it far too well. Sure, it was all fun and games in the first few centuries, with all of its perks at his disposal: immense strength, shapeshifting, flying, hypnosis, ever-lasting youth,... Of course, there were some... minor inconveniences such as bursting into flames in the sunlight, or when he could not see himself in the mirror, which he found more annoying than the whole sunlight fiasco whenever he needed to brush up ( no, he did not allergic to garlic, he just didn’t like the awful stench of it. Brainless mortals made fictions about him and could not even make it right).

         He had thought his life perfect, until his beloved wife fell into the hand of Death. Before her timely demise, she begged him not to turn her into a vampire and asked him: “Travel, my dear, so it shall smoothen the pain. Explore yourself, learn new things, and see the new wonder that you always dream of... And for my final blessing, may you find someone who will love you as much as I do”.

         With the parting of his wife, he traveled far and wide, away from his home in Romania. He had many sexual intercourses during his travel, with both men and women alike, for a chance to find a warm embrace, but alas, it was all in vain. He fed on those people, but he never killed as he no longer found its meaning. At least until his hands once again stained with blood.

         It was during one of the thousands of nights. He was in London, it was 5 AM and he was moving back to his lounge for rest, then all of the sudden, he heard crying in a dark alley. Hiding in the shadow, he saw a man, about 18, probably a slave since his clothes were all tattered and dirty, shielding his body with his hand, but his strength seemed to have left him as he soon fell unconscious. 

          The other man, somewhere in his 20s, dressing in fine clothing, with jet black hair, was laughing and spurting insults, all the while kicking the poor man on the ground.

         Dracula, sickened by the brutality, appeared swiftly behind the man and snapped his neck. He was planning on bringing the poor man to a nearby hotel and then left, but he soon found the sun, rising at an alarming rate. Perhaps it was pure maddening desperation, he thought for a moment: if his cursed skin was so combustible, then how about a living, breathing, normal human skin?

         With the idea set in his mind, Dracula made a quick work of the rich man’s clothing and held his limp body in his other hand. Using one of his sharp nails, he traced down the dead man’s spine and pull the skin off the body in one swift motion. Then using his magic, he made the corpse disappear in white smoke, which he then inhaled again some of the host’s memories, but barely since his soul had already been too far from the mortal plane. Stepping out of his own clothing, he began by observing the other man’s skin.

         Once a warrior on the battlefield, Dracula’s body was massive compared with the other - well-built but lean. Even after reducing his own mass, the smooth white skin of the rich tyrant sliding against his body was still a very tight squeeze, very much like a bodysuit. When he pulled the cock skin over his own, it hugged his much longer and bigger manhood so tight that he felt as if he might cum all over the alley. However, with the clock racing against his life, he bid down his desire and pulled up the rest of the skin. His muscular, scarred body was soon covered in a leaner, smooth body. Finally, he pulled the face over his head like a hood. After some pinching here and there and a few neck-cracking, he looked at the nearby broken mirror and saw his reflection, even though it was borrowed, for the first time in forever.

         “A handsome, well-maintained skin indeed...”, Dracula thought.

         He picked up the man’s clothes and dressed up, then waited for sunrise. As the first ray of light touched him, he felt like a warm touch from god himself, and he was a fallen angel that once again bashing in the glory of heaven, even though he was even more damned than they were. In his blissful moment, Dracula suddenly remembered the beaten-up man and hurriedly carried him home.

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         After what was like a long dream, the beaten man awake, his head still sored over the beating. He noticed his body had been cleaned, his wounds had been patched, and he was lying naked in a large bed in a master bedroom. Shamed by his own nudity, he was about the leave the bed. All of sudden, his master walked through the door with a tray.

         “ I see you have made yourself very comfortable on my bed”, the dark hair man mused.

         “ You are not really my master, aren’t you? My master Will will never speak to me with a soft tone like that”

         “ Feisty, aren’t you? So... this skin’s name is Will huh? A beautiful name for such an ugly soul”, “Will” said, deep in thought. As he moved closer to the man on the bed, he can sense the other fear, yet bravery aura radiated off him.

         “ I am not going to hurt you”, “Will” said firmly while setting down the tray, “ I only want to know your name”

         “ Thomas, sir.”

         “ Thomas, what happened to you was unfortunate. But you will be safe from now on and you will be free to do as you please.” “Will” spoke softly, like calming a scared rabbit. “While you are healing, you are free to stay for as long as you like. Now if you excuse me, I am in need of a shower.” “Will stood up and moved to the washroom while unbuttoning his shirt

         “Please” Thomas yanked the other man’s sleeve “ Is there any way I can repay you?”

         “As a matter of fact, I am in need of a little of your blood. It will be painless and you will feel good as well. I haven’t fed for a few days and I am famished!” “Will” said seductively, while crawling on Thomas’s body.

         Then the bite happened, Thomas gasped for air. He had expected it to be hurtful, but the only thing he felt was the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. His own cock was hard, as he struggled to resist moaning. The truth was, however badly he was treated, Thomas harbored some feelings for his master. Now, after giving up on all appropriateness and dignity, he held his legs against the other man’s waist, as he grinned his hardened cock against his master’s. One hand held “Will”’s body closer to him, the other held “Will”’s head into his neck, he imagined this was what must have felt like to have intimacy with his master. In a sinful moment, he dry-cummed from all of his fantasy as he was dragged back into reality when “Will” sat up, wiping his mouth of blood.

         “ My my, does the concept of sucking up blood by a monster arouse you? Or did you perhaps harbor some dark thoughts..” “Will” said while rubbing the half-limb cock of Thomas “... for this handsome, chiseled body?”

         “ Yes, even though I know you are not my real master, I am willing to take a chance to grab this illusion, for a chance is better than no chance at all” Thomas confidently announced.

         Thomas jumped on “Will” and the two hungrily embraced each other in a passionate kiss. Thomas then pulled “Will” cock out of his trousers and gently sucked on the tips, the tongue trailed up and down the shaft before fully taking in the entire thing in his mouth. “Will” threw his head back and his breath was heavy – he hadn’t felt this good for a very long time.

         “Please let me cum inside you. Please....” “Will” pleaded.

         “ Do as you wish, for your desire is my command.” Thomas murmured as he carefully held the cock in his mouth, the tips deep inside his throat.

         And “Will” cummed, like never before, like all of his burdens had been erased, like the thousands of lonely steps no longer mattered. He fell back to the pillows, heaving heavily as he came down from high.

           When he opened his eyes again, he saw Thomas was hovering over him, eyes full of curiosity. Then he looked down at his waist and the skin from his face down to his abs had been pulled off, most likely from his earlier movement. Now ironically, Dracula fell naked, like he had been pelt off the mask that shielded him from reality. There was no longer Vlad the Impaler, or Vlad the First Among the Dark,... he was now an ugly creature from the shadow.

         “ Now that you have seen the real me, it is better if you left. For nobody’s allowed to know my secret”. Dracula growled, his fangs bore open, but he could no longer fathom a world without Thomas.

         “ I know you won’t, you are a gentleman, unlike my master.” Thomas held up the facial skin of Will.

         “ I know not of your name but you have a kind heart. Even when legend said vampire is barbaric creature, that their thirst for blood is never-ending, you have shown me restraint, you have proven to me that perhaps in the darkness of damnation, there still lingers the kindness from the past”.

         Dracula hugged Thomas in his hard chest, yet carefully as not to break his little lover: “ Promise me you will never leave me! That you will come with me to see the world! That you will hold my hands till this day onward till the day the sun finally dried out”.

         Thomas nodded slightly, and Dracula realized his lover had fallen asleep. He entwined his legs and Thomas’s legs together, laying down as he hugged Thomas. Perhaps life had not given up on him, and he himself deserved happiness. He knew that it would a lifetime worth, a very long time, but one day Thomas might choose to leave him like his wife once did. But in this very moment, he chose to embrace this happiness.

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         Dracula woke up from the pleasure he felt on his chest. He looked out from the window and panicked momentarily as the sun touched his skin. But it did not burn, he realized that he was once again wrapped in “Will”’s skin. He moaned as Thomas was sucking on his nipples and stroking his cock. After the pace fastened up, Dracula roared as white cum splurted against the white blanket and onto the white sheet.

         Thomas brought a handful of the milky substant up to his mouth and licked: “Bon appétit and good Morning, Master”.

         Dracula was astonished for a moment, then he smiled before standing up from the bed and began pulling on his clothes. He was Dracula by night, and now with this skin, he could also work in daylight as the respected Master Will. With a new identity, he made his way onto the busy street of London. The immortal had been reborn and he was ready to embrace this new life with his Thomas.

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         It was now the one-year anniversary of the day he rescued Thomas, became his lover and made his forever home. He was wearing the most dashing outfits, walking on the street as he was going to the finest restaurant in town to make a reservation for their date tonight. As he merged himself into the hasting stream of people, a woman brushed passed him and smiled to his ears

         “ I wish you a lifetime of happiness Vlad. I am glad to see you are happy”

         He frantically turned around, but he was once again alone in the crowd of strangers. Smiling with fondness, like the memories of seeing a long-gone era, Dracula made his way toward the future.

Chilling Adventures of Nicholas Scratch

( this is a very short story I did on holiday, hope you enjoy it! All characters belonged to the Chilling Adventure of Sabrina’s series. This is just a little scenario I imagined after the ending.)

           Devastated could not describe his state right now. Once Leader of the Hordes, the First of all Angels to fall, Bringer of Light,.. those titles no longer mattered. Lucifer, deep in his thoughts, wandered the street of Greendale in the dead of night. He was shocked, furious, shameful of his own loss to the witches and warlocks of his own creation. To top it all, Lilith, his own Concubine, turned against him, stripped him from his own power, banished him from Hell, and made him wander the earth like a helpless mortal. First, Heaven and now Hell?

         Lucifer thought bitterly, but this would not be the end of him. He was the Dark Lord, the Devil himself,... he swore that one day he would make his return. And when that day came, all those betrayed him,... there would be hell to pay!

         Now, he thought: the first step was to regain his power, and in order to do so, the best course of action was to steal it from someone who already had it. With Hecate’s protection, women would be almost impossible to lay his hands on and so they would be off the table. So he decided that his victim must be a man.

         Mortals would not possess any significant power so it would be useless to get one. Ambrose Spellman was a good candidate, being a warlock and all, but he was always surrounded by his friends and family, so it would not be wise to pick him. Billi Marlin, perhaps? Not his cup of tea, he also got his own standard.

         Then the only own left is Nicholas Scratch. Oh Nicky Nicky, still depressed after the passing of his daughter Sabrina, would most likely want to have some time alone, and that made him the perfect prey. Aside from his power, he also had a very handsome face, and a sculpted body as well - a perfect vessel for the Lord of Hell.

         Possession wouldn’t be a nice method, Lucifer thought. Nick was, after all, his flesh Acheron, who once held him imprisoned and still managed to wrestle him for control. All those would only make him stronger, and Lucifer did not fancy his chance with how much weaker he already was.

         Body-swapping would not be a good choice either since it would only come down to the battle of will. Shapeshifting only solved the outer problems, not the core. Just when he thought it was a dead-end, a spark of idea flew through Lucifer’s mind. He smirked deviously as he retreated to the shadow, preparing for his grand “make-over”.

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         Nick was wandering aimlessly, taking in the view of the all-too-familiar forest, yet he could not help but felt nostalgic. This wood was the same for as long as he remembered, but was anything the same, now that Sabrina was long gone? Perhaps he could travel, a little of something new might just be what he needed to mend his wounds...

         Just when Nick was passing through a lake, he felt something warped around his feet and dragged him to the ground, then more vines sprouted from the earth and bound him in a death grip.

         “ You have lost your way oh dear Nicholas”, clapping his hands, Lucifer emerged from the shadow. “ And like the fairytale, little fellows who lost shall be devoured by the wolf.”

         Nick calmed himself and channeled his inner magic. With Lucifer’s weakened state, and with enough time, he might be able to free himself...

         “ Why did you come after me, Lord of Darkness? The war is over and you have lost, your realm is no longer by your side and your power is fading. I demand to know your purpose!” Nick shouted, trying his best to distract Lucifer.

         “ Ahhhh, now, now Nicholas, it is not nice to remind someone of their past failure”. Lucifer’s face twitched with a flash of anger, but it soon turned into a composed, mischievous smile. “ You mortals have a saying like,.. what was it again? ‘ What does not kill you making you stronger?’. Now that I have learned my mistake, I shall be on my way to exact my revenge ? Not as me, but as YOU!”.

         “ You want to possess me again? I don’t know you miss me that much”. Nich relaxed a little and smirked. “Bring it on! I will deliver you straight to the Council of Hecate.”

         “ Oh, I won’t be possessing you, though your eagerness to have me inside you does get you closer to my plan. After I am done with you, I guarantee, we shall both enjoy this thoroughly.”

         Lucifer then crawled on Nick’s body and gave him a deep kiss. At first, Nick struggled, but soon relaxed and returned the kiss with the same force.

         “ What have you done to me Lucifer?” Nick, breathlessly but also felt hot all over his body.

         “ Just something to get you in the mood, a little “excitement” for what we are about to do”.

         Lucifer then slid down Nick’s tight jeans, then carefully removed the black boxer. Damn this body’s packed! After some massaging to get Nick’s manhood hard enough, Lucifer then started to suck all the way down. Nick threw his head back, under the euphoric effect from the kiss earlier, he could no longer support himself, and could only lie on the ground helplessly, all the while thrusting his upward.

         After a few minutes, Nick, now totally aroused, could no longer resist and cried out, as he felt he was cumming like a flood. But he did not come down from the bliss, and he remained extremely horny, and a little sleepy.

         Lucifer, holding Nick’s butt check all the time, made sure not a single drop was left out. Then he released Nick, wiped his mouth, and held up one of his hands, covered in a white substant for Nick to see. The substant, unlike normal semen, seemed to glow in a radiant light.

         “ This, Nicholas, is not only your semen. It is also your essence, yourself, your everything. With every drop I consumed, I shall become more of you and you shall become more of a shell. Quite literally.” Lucifer, seeing the panic in Nick’s eyes, used a silence spell on him.

         “ Let not ruin your lunge with a scream, shall we?”. Lucifer placed a finger on the teen’s lips and trailed it down to the throat. “Don’t worry, Nick! I will make sure to treat AND SATISFIED your body, MY BODY’s need well!”.

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         An hour later, Lucifer was now laying in the grass, exhausted from all the work earlier. With each time Nick cummed, he became more and more hollowed and Lucifer drank more of his essence. With the last cum he dropped, Nick was no more than skin in clothes, lying on the grass, waiting to be filled.

         With his eyes closed, Lucifer took some time to let all of the essences merge with him, for him to gain all that made Nick himself. Eyeing the hollowed boy on the grass, he removed the clothes and bring the skin down to crystal-like water, to cleanse his body and his soon-to-be skin of any dirt. No longer able to withstand the suppression, he decided enough was enough and pulled on Nick’s skin.

         His legs slid inside the muscular, toned legs with a slop. Lucifer aligned each toe in its place and soon enough, he could feel the coldness of water through each hair on his legs. He slowly moved to the private area, then he stroked his cock slowly to harden it up. Sliding his own cock down to little Nicky is like wearing a condom, slippery and warm. Lucifer bit his own lips, then hungrily stroked the stolen cock. He came in bliss, as if the pleasure was doubled from the bodily merge, with the thick white substant slowing on the water, now normal cum – his cum, spurting out from Nick’s cock. The rest of his body followed suit, as he wore Nick’s skin like gloves. With each slop and slosh, part of his body disappeared behind the tanned skin of Nick, from the perfectly defined abs to the huge, hard chests, up to the muscular arms. All that was left was Nick’s face, which hung loosely on the chest. Lucifer carefully brought the facial skin up and massaged it into places, until the only one in that lake was the handsome Nicholas Scratch.

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         It had been a month since his reborn, the new “Nick” fitted perfectly into the life of the warlock. Nobody suspected anything, and with each passing day, he became all the more powerful. But nothing could satisfy the lust for power, and he knew if he wanted to make his comeback, he needed more than a warlock. Perhaps he could take Ambrose Spellman ? Or it could be Harvey Kinkle, a mortal with a deep connection to the supernatural world could also be a plus? Maybe a Hobgoblin like Robin Goodfellow could be of his use.

         For now, he practiced posing and acted as the real Nick would. The big question was :

         Who shall be his next victim?

Newfound darkness

Witnessing the end of the eclipse, the old man could not but feel the helplessness – for he had not finished the mission at hand, guilt – for he had pushed an innocent man to his untimely damnation. But this would not be the end of his journey, and he planned to set things right, for, at that very moment, hope was all that was left of him.

         The Grand Warlock packed his belonging and set his foot on the treacherous journey to save this nation, but his ultimate desire: saving his son.

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         In a kingdom from far and far away, there was a king, a hero of all, who once freed the people from slavery and formed a peaceful nation. With his righteous calling, people from all over came under his leadership to form an alliance, and one of them is the Grand Warlock –Torus. However, fate had other plans.

         Under the myriad of miasma and lingering hatred formed by the enemies he was once slain, the King soon succumbed to his own darkness. The once heroic figure was now reduced to nothing more than an old malicious tyrant, as he no longer cared for his duty, his own hobby left were lust, greed, and gluttony.

         In this seemingly dark era, a new soul was born into this world. A prince was born from one of his many affairs, and so people grieved as they thought the reign of terror would be inheritance. But to many surprises, Prince William was nothing like his degraded father: he was kind, strong, and wise and his beauty transcended the country. They all loved him and harbored the belief that he would one day lead this kingdom out of his misery. Ironically, the only person who hated him more than anything was King Ama himself.

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         The High Commission of Magic wanted to rush the demise of the King, now that he was confined only in his own chamber. They could publicly execute him for the fear that other nations would invade once they saw the discord. So they resort to another plan: poisoning. The Council gave the High Warlock a poison from Greece, said to be from the Arachne herself – a myth from the Greek. It was believed that this poison would burn from the inside out, making it seem like a fever when in reality, that person’s organs would be liquified – in the same manner how a spider consumed their prey.

         Torus knew full well that the King was very much aware of his status, and so in order the achieve his goal, he would have to ask the Prince for one last dirty work.

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         “ Your Majesty, you have arrived.” Torus smiled, seeing William enter his chamber after a sword practice.

         “ Please refrain from using such a formal manner to address when we are alone like this. You know I have always seen you as my family.” William signed.

         “ Regardless, it was not a wise choice for a humble servant like me to address you in that way”. The Warlock whispered, “But yes Will, I also saw you as my family – a son that I long to have”.

         “ So what do you want me to do “Father?”, Will smirked, contending that the Warlock acknowledged him as his son.

         “ You know that in a month, it will be your coronation day. The Knights have gathered and discussed with your father. Regardless of his wrongdoing, he was, after all, a person that formed and united us all. It would be his last honor to step down with tradition.”

         Torus then held out an exquisite cup, inside held a gold shimmering liquid.

         “ This is something we have prepared to lessen his pain, hopefully, bring him some peaceful time of whatever time he has left. We cannot bring it to the King directly since he will not have it but from his son’s hands, his Majesty might consider taking it.”

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         Carrying the cup in his hand, the Prince was thoroughly concerned and a little bit curious about it. Even though coming from his adopted father, Will could not help but feel all wrong about all of this. No matter how badly his own father had treated him, he could not choose his own blood. He took a little sip from the cup to sample the content, but a heavy burn soon spread out all over his body. The cup shattered and the young heir desperately tried to crawl his way to the King’s chamber, in the hope that the caretaker might be there, before collapsing at the door with a loud thud.

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         Chaos engulfed the castle, as the King had gone missing and the Prince was in a coma, believed to have been hit unconscious by the intruders. Upon hearing such traumatizing news, the Warlock hastily made his way to the infirmary, where William could be seen, lying on the bed with only half of his naked, bloody body covered in a blanket.

         “ Pray tell milord, what happened? I was only gone for a moment when I received his Majesty had gone missing, and you were badly injured.” Torus said in distress

         “ Are you blind Torus? Or perhaps my temporary vulnerability is of your enjoyment, Warlock? It was made very clear that this had been an unfortunate turn, but we cannot let this omen disturb my coordination, for only after everything has been done and I have been acknowledged as the new rightful ruler, we can start searching for my father. And for that I need rest.”

         “ Your Majesty, please re...” Torus pleaded

         “ LEAVE, I SAID”. William roared with such anger and disgust that made the Warlock have no choice but to leave.

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         It had passed midnight, but Torus could not fall into his sleep. It was clear that under confusion, pain, and desperation, people tend to exercise extreme behaviors. It might have been his own delusional moment, but when the Prince’s anger was shown earlier that day, it was accompanied by a fleeting feeling of .... satisfaction?

         Concerned about the Prince’s mental health, the Warlock made his way to the Grand Chamber, only to stop dead in his track with what he was seeing before his eyes. There before his eyes, the King, standing naked before the mirror, marveling at his aged, withered body... Near his foot was the Prince, only now instead of the angry demeanor, his body was twisted and pale, his mouth opened in a shape of O, and his eyes – once a dark blue like a starry sky – were void of any life.

         “ So much work to be done, and yet so little time was offered. Once a great king hailed by all, now left only with a big sack of meat waiting for Death to claim my breath.” The King sneered at his own reflection, patches of grayish skin were shone under the moonlight – the result of countless poison and malice of himself and his enemies, eating him away from inside out.

         “ And yet all of you traitors tried to cut my life short, as if I was nothing more than a tyrant in your eyes.” King Amaangrily punched the wall. “ Well then, a tyrant all you shall get!”

         He picked up the lifeless husk of a man from the ground, holding the face of the-once-a-prince up in his hands, and looking lost in thought. He then started to laugh in such a maniacal way that made the hiding Warlock shuddered with horror.

         “ And you, my dear offspring, my sweet, sweet William”. His laugh turned into a mockery sneer. “ What a useless, idiotic brat you are! How kind of you to worry for me, to take the poison for me when all others have betrayed my side.”

         “..But as for me, I HAVE NEVER loved you! The moment you were born was the day my life turned into dust.”  His voice held nothing but coldness, void of any parental emotions. “ Though I suppose you have served your purpose, and now for your final honor: to be a vessel for this newborn king!”

         A nauseous feeling formed inside Torus, as he watched the sick and perverted King licked around the lips of the Prince’s flesh, all the while hands roamed all over the remaining parts of him. “ Ahhhhh, such a fresh, and youthful face. Charming features, bright skin, and a defined body – a fitting body for the soon-to-be King like me. With this body, my legacy shall live on and soon – forever, as I will forever live on through my children!”

         The King then flipped the deflated flesh around and used his hands to peel away a small cut in the back. As he peeled open the gap, a sticky substance and an immense heat escaped into the air, indicating that it was used earlier, and yet he could not wait to be young again. He then started inserting, sliding his sagged legs down like a pair of long boots. Soon enough, all that was left was a pair of the defined, well-trained legs. Satisfied, he worked his way up to the hard muscle on the buttock, and put his black, weak manhood into his new home. The once limped cock now sprang back to life, vibrant, veiny, big, and long to the point all people who see would crave for it.

         Hitching with breath from the over-whelming erotic sensation, the King lightly massaged it, and stroked his new cock ever slightly, until a very dense droplet of white milk came out. He quickly grabbed around it tightly to stop the climax feeling, his face a hazy red from the experience.

         “ A virgin cock is always the best, so sensitive and so potent with life.” He breathed as he brought the cum coated finger to his lips. “ But I better save some for the main finale”.

         The King then pulled up the rest of the hanging flesh, from the sculptured abdominal front, up to the huge chest. Sliding his arms into his new ones, he could already feel the newfound strength that he had experienced earlier, back in the infirmary. That time was a close call, as the King only have enough time to pull the suit from the chest up and cover the rest of his body with a blanket.

         Now, strength from the remaining parts flooded back to him, as he suddenly feel a staggering wave of power rush through him, and he had to grab the nearby wall to not fall down. After the wave had passed, he went to the mirror and started to feel every new part of himself. There was no longer the rusty body of a man, for all had been hidden inside the flesh of pristine, ... all save for his face...

         “ With this final step, King Aba will now rest in the eternal slumber, and Prince William shall be reborn as a tyrant he should be, like how I want him to be, or should I say: Like how I wish myself to be.”

         With one last victorious smile, the King opened the back of the head, stretched it wide open, and pressed it to his skull. As the King finally let go of his hand, the seem behind his back started to heal itself, and came with it a flood of sexual sensation. The King gave in, as his legs were no longer able to support his body, and fell down to the bed. There, his body wiggled in ecstasy, and his hand clutched the mattress tightly, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him – his cocks stood up in all of its glory, as ropes after ropes of think substant poured out like a fountain.

         “ Godddddd......oh.....goddddddddd please have mercy on me” was he could manage in the bliss, even though he knew God had long abandoned him the moment he committed such a horrendous act.

         After a while seem like forever, he finally calmed down, panting heavily as a devious smile creeping his face. “ I .. always....win... in... the end...” Before the new “William” close his eyes and let the darkness consume his sleep.

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          After the crowned ceremony, King “William” have been a true savior. He established various treaties and rules, and with it, the Kingdom was slowly brought out of the pit. He soon got married to a Princess of an allied country, and with his first heir being a son, the whole Kingdom enjoyed, in an illusive hope of an ever-lasting radiant of their own Kingdom. Unbeknown to them, the same darkness of the previous era would soon consume them all, hungry under the guise of this temporary scenario.

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         That faithful night,

         Rushing, panting, and sweating... He did not know for how long had he ridden his horse, and yet he did not care. He needed to get far away, as far as possible from this hell on earth. It was not until his horse collapsed from exhaustion, and he rolled on the grass under the pitch-black sky, that he wept. He wept for the inevitable downfall of the Kingdom, he wept for the kind-hearted person that he had always seen like his child...

         In the midst of rain and tears, he heard a muffled cry in the distance. Standing up from the ground, he rushed towards the riverbank, and there he saw a skinless body laying on the ground, life slowly bleeding off it. Before the body passed out, Torus could have sworn he heard: “Father.......help....me....”.

         Without a second thought, he wraped the body around his cloak and rushed into the night. Maybe, just a very slight maybe, there is still hope in the dark.

Free! but truly free

I tried a little something with anime. Hope ya all enjoy!

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It had been a year since they got married, and Makoto could not have been happier. Right after the graduation ended, he and Sousuke had ended their lengthy engagement and invited all of their friends to their private wedding. Life was great – calm, peaceful,... and the fire of passion still burnt ever bright after so long, like the first day they met. Sousuke was now a respected police officer and Makoto himself was a firefighter. However, busy their jobs were, they still loved swimming with all their heart, for this was what bonded all of them together, the very thing that craved him into who he was.

         Speaking of which, Makoto got a call from Rin – who was now working alongside Sousuke in the police station, asking for a swimming race like old times. Sousuke, stuck in a case of a free-roaming criminal, told them to have some fun time and he would join them next time. Makoto on the other hand, sweaty and tired from his work, rushed to the local pool and just stripped off all of his protective gears, leaving only his swimming trunk. He was gonna go swimming, to begin with anyway so the timing could not be any better than this.

         “ Jacked, you have become Makoto! All those fire fighting and climbing and saving really do their parts in keeping you in shape.” A laughing voice rose from behind him. Makoto turned around to see Rin approaching him, his red hair pasted into his temple, and his body shone under the light, probably the result of his start-up earlier.

         Makoto was about to open his mouth to greet his friend but stopped when Rin held up his hands. “ No need to for idle chit chat, save your strength for the later race, cuz you’re gonna need it,” Rin smirked. “ I had invited everyone but they are all busy. Fat-ass they are, especially that Haru. But that’s alright, two people can still make a race, I guess.”

         Ah, typical Rin. Makoto smiled with fondness, so ever-sarcastic and witty. “ Then shall we begin, Rin, or are you just all talk and no do?” he teased.

         “ That’s the spirit. Then let we race like our old time.”

         And then they raced, round after round. With better physic, Makoto of course took the lead with ease, but Rin was not holding back either. It was not until he longer felt the wave beside him that Makoto rose back from the pool. Swiping his hair back, Makoto smiled victoriously: “ And here I thought you are gonn.....”

         He did not get the chance to finish his sentence, as his head got smacked badly and he soon fell into darkness.

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         “Hey! How long are you going to sleep? Wake up!” the shadow shouted while snapping his fingers.

         Makoto jerked awake, his head a dizzy echo from the prior impact, his eyes half opened as he tried to make head and tail of who was currently in front of him.

         “Rin?” Makoto said, noticing the shining red hair in the dark. But something was wrong, as Rin was seemingly wearing... his swim trunk? Confused by the situation, he looked down and saw he still wore his own, which confused him even more.

         “ Oh my bad, I guess I should better show you what you have gotten yourself into”. Rin snickered from the dark and flipped the switch. And what appeared under the light now made Makoto drop his jaw in awe and disbelief. From Rin’s waist up was still Rin’s, but the below was all Makoto’s, from his trunks to the scar on his right feet. Around Rin’s naval hanging some kind of upper body? And with seem like a head Makoto’s hair color?

         “ Rin, I think I might need an explanation here or else I very much will go insane with what I am seeing right now!” demanded Makoto.

         “ You still cannot figure it out even to this point? What you are seeing right now cannot give you even the slightest idea? How can Sousuke love someone as dense as you?”. Rin’s voice filled with boredom, anger, and ... jealousy?

         “ Sousuke... You are in love with him, aren’t you?” Realization dawned on Makoto’s face. He had felt confused, anger but now all he felt was regret and pity. “Oh Rin, I wish I have kn...”

         “ I do not need your pity, Makoto. Especially if the receiving end will be from now on.” Rin said in a satisfied tone. “ And he will never know if I wear this.” With that said, Rin held up the dangling suit before him up and Makoto was in complete shock. Before him was him, but not fully him at the very least. It was Makoto’s face, only with hollowed eyes, and an agape hanging mouth, the outer skin suck in as if there was nothing in there.

         “ You see, swimming is not the only thing I brought back from my study time in Australia. With this suit in my hands, I shall win Sousuke’s love once again, as we should be from before you appeared before him and ruined everything.” Rin’s laugh echoed through the dark room.

         Fear, anger, and fury from betrayal filled him, and Makoto started shouting at Rin from the top of his lung, about how he had trusted him, how he believed they were always friends. Then a slap thundered through the room, followed by a tape to Makoto’s mouth, and Rin stood up, looking icy cold like never before.

         “Let’s tone that down a little, shall we?” a sinister smile formed on Rin’s face. “ And I have always thought you are quite a buffer, at least better than that Haru. But alas, you are so lacking in training. A waste to a potential athlete! Not to worry though. I will make sure to make good use of your body, or my body I should say.”

         And with that, Rin started to pull up the rest of the upper skin, from the huge body frame to the two defined arms. Then he used that newfound strength to push his head into place. As Rin’s head passed through the neck, and into the hollowed head above, it formed an ugly and most monstrous scene Makoto had ever seen in his life. Using his borrowed hands, Rin massaged his distorted feature into place, and when he looked up once again, there was no longer Rin in the room. There were now two Makoto here at the same time.

         “ Hi, my name is Makoto Tachibana. Delighted to meet you!” a smile that looked so alien appeared on “Makoto”’s face, a smile that signatured to Rin and Rin alone. “ It came with a voice changer as well, how does that sound, the other me?”

         Makoto tried his hardest to make some noises, but all that came out were angry muffles. His eyes widened as the other “Makoto” now came closer and sit on his lap, brushing his lips ever slightly to Makoto’s ears and whispering: “ It has already come to this point, then why don’t we have a little fun. Just think of it as masturbation if you feel guilty doing it with me, though it was never of my concern, to begin with.”

         Seeing such a lewd look on his own face, Makoto could not help as his members hardened visibly under the dim light. Rin then took out pulled down the swim trunk from both and pressed the dicks together. Then he slowly stroked both of them in one hand, the other hand holding Makoto close to him, as Rin placed kisses all over Makoto’s neck, all the while leaving behind some hickeys. As the pace fastened, Rin’s breath became shorter and more desperate, and Makoto could only whimper from all of the sensations. After a short while, Rin reached his peak, as he bit down to Makoto’s sensitive spot. Makoto could not help but come together, as waves after waves of pleasure hit him like a truck.

         After coming down from high, Rin stood up from the spot, cleaned himself from the sticky substant from his own lap with a towel, and looked at the clock. “My, My.. Makoto should be home very soon. I must be back or else he will get worried.” Rin said while gathering Makoto’s protective gear on the ground. He turned his back and left for the door, hand on the switch.

         “ Don’t worry Makoto, I will be back with food by tomorrow. And don’t bother to scream, as this pool will not be in open season till the next few months. “ And with that, “Makoto” turned off the light, and closed the door behind him. As the last ray of light disappeared, so the same way the last string of hope that this was just a cruel joke, disappeared from Makoto’s eyes.

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         It was quite late at night, and Sousuke returned to his dear home after a long day at work. It was quite exhausting to say the very least and what he craved more than most right now were a nice hot shower and a nice meal. After some much-needed thought, he decided that a bath would suit him better, and just when he was just about to open the bathroom door, it flung open. Makoto walked out of the hot shower while wearing his clothes, surprise painted his face.

         “ Oh welcome home Sousuke. I was not expecting you to be so late”.

         “ Work has been hard lately, we still haven’t gotten many clues regarding the criminal whereabout, and it was said he was extremely dangerous. Though I am not given much info about how.” Sousuke sighed in exhaustion, and came from behind and hugged him. Feeling the warm embrace of his love, Sousuke turned around and planted a light kiss on Makoto’s cheek. “ I am just worried about the safety of the citizens when dangers are still out there, and yet here I am, allowing myself to relax.”

         “ You and I, we both do the kind of jobs that risks peril every single day. We cannot destroy all the evils in this world, for we are all human in the very end. We are not perfect and you are not perfect either. You are not superman and you do need rest. And while we are at that topic...”

         On that cue, Makoto  rubbed his semi-hard cock against Sousuke’s thighs, and whispered: “I happened to know many methods as to ease your mind.”

         Having been away for so long and very much pent up at this point, Sousuke’s control snapped, as he hungrily pushed Makoto into the nearby wall for a deep and hungry kiss. Not breaking from the kiss they were having, Sousuke carried Makoto to their bedroom, where they continued with their love-making session. Then one after another, every piece of clothing soon slipped off as the two fine bodies bare naked against each other. Not bothering with getting a condom, just with a little gel and Sousuke already went inside Makoto in a big grunt. The heat plus the musky sweat from Sousuke’s body only fuelled their sexual desire burning in all of its glory. Body slapped against the body, sliding with each other in a symphony of kiss and bite, of suck and of love, this Makoto had never felt something quite like this before in his life.

         When the peak was near, Sousuke wanted to draw out of Sousuke’s body but was held close by a pair of legs, wrapping around his waist. Sousuke opened his eyes to see Makoto’s pleading eyes, craving for his seeds and the desire to truly become one with him. No longer feeling his own body, Sousuke pounded into Makoto’s hole like there was no tomorrow and soon after, they came in unison, until the white semen started to drip out of Makoto like milk. Exhaustion hit after the blissful moment, Sousuke rolled to his side and hugged Makoto from behind, planted light kisses on the nape of his neck, and fell asleep.

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         The following morning, Sousuke woke up to the sun hitting his face. He looked to his side and notice Makoto had long gone and someone was in the shower. Thinking of a morning shower together, Sousuke woke up from the bed and opened the bathroom door abruptly. Seeing the shadow behind the curtain, he planned to walk up and hugged Makoto from behind but stopped dead in his track when stepping on something. He looked down and see a skin-like suit lying on the ground looking exactly like Makoto. Realization hit him and Sousuke stomped to the curtain and yanked it open to see Rin was the one in the shower. Taken by surprise, Rin could only muster a few words out before his furious face of Sousuke.

         “ I could explain everything if you just listened to me,” Rin begged

         “ And you better be. Cuz if you were not my best friend, I would have punched your teeth out by now.” Void of any emotions, Sousuke eyed Rin like it took all of what he had to not do exactly what he just told at that moment.

         And explain Rin did, as he told Sousuke about everything that he had done. He took Sousuke to the place the real Makoto was being held prisoner, who had already fainted from fatigue and hunger at that point. But Rin was long gone from the scene.

         For the next few days after Sousuke stayed at home and took care of Makoto, he returned to work only with a notice from the higher-up that Rin had resigned from work, and he left a letter for Sousuke. In the letter, Rin asked both of his friends for forgiveness, and that he would go to Australia again to be with his family, and hopefully after this had ended, they could finally see him as a friend once again.

         Sousuke could not do much except for staring blankly at that paper, his heart filled with regret and loss, for today he had lost his best friend, and it was as if a part of him also was also gone with Rin to the land far away from Japan.

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         Rin was walking to his private apartment, or to be more precise, private to “him”. Rin walked in and closed the door behind him, and turned on the light. The room lighted up and on the wall, rows after rows of pictures of Sousuke hung and pinned, from those in his daily life to the one detailing each of his body parts. In the middle of the room was a tube filled with a blue liquid, floated a skin of Sousuke, hollowed and ready to be worn.

         Rin walked up to the sofa and fell back onto it with a thud, throwing on the table a small back with white milky substant on it. Then Rin reached to his nape and find a thin trace of the line. And he pulled.

         Rin’s sharp face fell apart as his feature distorted, and another could be seen below the layer of skin moving down from the empty head down the throat. The muscular hands also pulled back, leaving the previously defined hands now looking like a pair of long gloves. All of this fell toward his lap and revealed behind a fat man in his 40s, sweat forming all over his body.

         Then another man came into the room, this man was somewhere in his 50s, lankier and his face carried a more devious ambition. He spoke with a loud and rash voice.

         “ How is the plan going? I do hope that you do not disappoint me.”

         “ No, sir!” The man on the sofa stood up, his upper body was a huge image of obesity, a day and night contrast to his borrowed lower half and the skin hanging on his waist. “ I have collected his semen sample as you requested. With this, we will have access to the true nature of identity, as well as the path the create the perfect body fluid for your skin, sir.”

         “ Very good! With this, I can truly infiltrate the police of Japan and work my way of corruption through their system. And I will also have a fine face, body, and voice to wear! Not to mention a himbo – Makoto you said – waiting for me and fulfilling my every need!” he laughed maniacally, thinking about the new future he is about the possess. “ It was a shame though, that we only had one dose of skinsuit formula, and we had to use it on this lad Rin right here. The dumb boy sniffed out our hideout too soon, but it all worked out in the end I guess. Now tell me, does it feel good to be Rin?”

         “ So good sir! I have never felt this fit and young in my entire life. And his memory also served as a good tool to our plan sir.” The fat man replied.

         “ Well done.. Now for your price, I will let you keep this skin for yourself. And I will also give you a little prize for you. Now where the suit up, but save for the head.”

         The fat man pulled up the toned body as instructed, and when he finished, he looked up to see the tall man had already pulled out a mask version of Sousuke, probably failed copy, but he still could tell the difference. The tall man then pulled the mask over his head and pressed the mask into the right place, turned his head left and right, cracked his neck, and after a while, there was the handsome Sousuke face on an old and lanky man’s body.

         “ How do I sound?”

         “ Just like him, sir!”

         “ Good... well then now, I want you to enjoy what comes next but do not make a sound, or else I will cut off your tongue!” The tall man ordered, in a deep voice Sousuke. He then pulled the other man’s stolen cock out and begin to stroke, all the while taunting the fat man with his deep and sexy voice.

         “ How does it feel Rin?”

         “ I love you, Rin.”

         “ You made me cheat on my love, how naughty of you!”

         The fat man tried his hardest to not make a sound but he was so close to the edge. Noticing this, the other man pulled Rin’s facial skin over the other man’s skull and whispered:

         “ Now, scream my name – Sousuke”.

         And he moaned as he told, as rope and rope of white cum poured out like a fountain of youth. After he was done, the two shared a kiss, and the taller man peeled off the Sousuke’s face, while the other man could only sinked back to the sofa, hot and breathless from the wonderful experience earlier.

         “ Soon, there will only be one Sousuke and that would be me. Enjoy your time, Sousuke, you will pay for what you had once done to me and your love will also pay for it!”. Then he laughed, laugh like an omen of a dark age shall soon fall over Iwatobi.

Smoke trail

Part of a prompt-based writing challenge, hosted by @max-the-many I might not be able to make 30 stories, but I might make a few.

Body a day - #1: Smoke

He extinguished the cigarette as soon as I came outside.

“I thought you said you were going to quit smoking, if I helped you out with your new apartment,” I said with clear disapproval.

“Yeah, but I found out I got few packs left, so I’m going to smoke those first, then I’m quitting.” my son said halfheartedly. That was my son in a nutshell; unreliable, lazy, always taking the easy route, wasting his life. And I was sick of it… But my plan actually was set into motion months ago, so it’s not like that remark was the final straw, today was the conclusion. Helping my deadbeat son with packing all his stuff in his old apartment, so that he could move to a new city across the country, where he didn’t know anybody.

An hour later I had pulled on his skin and his clothes, taking his life and identity as my own. And I was going to live a much fuller and richer life than him.

I was ready to greet the movers, when they came to pick up the boxes, I told them, we also had to drop by my dad’s place and pick up some extra boxes. It was actually my own stuff, now that I had a new life waiting for me, I had to pack up my old one. Most of my son’s stuff was going to go to the incinerator plant anyway, going up in flame and smoke. As I left my son’s apartment, I noticed the cigarette butt on the wet pavement outside the building. His last mark on this world, the trail of smoke already long extinguished.

Empyrean Wear

Body a day - #6: Mirror

“Looking good…” Ronald mumbled satisfyingly to himself, whilst snapping a photo in the mirror.

The employee benefits at this airport luxury boutique was something else… With the help of his manager and his colleagues, they had managed to turn browsing customers into skinsuits in the dressing room, they’d then let an employee put on the skinsuit and pay the exorbitant prices of these luxury garments, plus a little extra, then leave the boutique and resume the customer’s life.

Ronald was just the next in the long line of employees at Empyrean Wear, when he saw this guy heading into the dressing room with a thick leather jacket, he knew, he wanted him and he immediately informed his manager.

His colleague treated the customer with top-quality customer service as they guided him to the dressing room, not even mentioning the customer bringing his suitcase with him inside.

Ronald was too excited to be near the customer. Five minutes passed, then his manager came to him at the till: “The dressing room is ready for you now, Ronald. Better hurry.” The manager winked at him and Ronald hurried to the dressing room, where he found the unconscious body of the customer, completely hollow and ready to be worn.

Ronald exited the dressing room with a confident swagger, slowly getting accustomed to his new size. His colleague and manager smiled at him as he approached the polished counter. “Looking good, Ronald,” said the manager with a mischievous grin, “I take, it will be some time, before we see you again.” “His flight is not for another two hours,” Ronald answered, but he knew, that he would have to leave soon to catch this guy’s flight, not knowing when, how or if he would return.

“You look amazing, that’s for sure,” said the manager. “But you’ll need some high-quality jeans to go with your leather jacket, you can’t wear those track pants with that,” he continued with a wink and threw a pair of the most expensive jeans in the entire store at him. And he wasn’t done ‘selling’ him fine equipment.

An hour and a half later, Ronald had to bid farewell to his colleagues, and head for the gate for a future unknown, wearing a brand new jacket, jeans, dress shoes and sunglasses, an entirely new outfit, except the customer’s old hoodie, which Ronald had decided to keep. He may have left the boutique 13,500€ poorer, but he had gained so much more, which you can’t put a price tag on.

Dirty laundry

Body a day - #8: Wash

Part of the 'Body a day' writing challenge hosted by @max-the-many

“Wait, are you going out? I thought you were washing the bodysuit today.” I said, seeing my friend on his way out the front door with a big backpack in his hand. He closed the door again, letting a final gust of late-autumn wind inside, and then turned towards me, sending me an innocent smile.

“I am, the suit is in the washer-” he began, whilst pulling slightly at his neck. “What?! You are only wearing the mask?” I exclaimed. He nodded, then shook his beautiful head, slightly adjusting the mask's curly hair.

“Yeah, I’m just going out for a couple of errands… that’s all, and look – I am all covered up,” he said as he showed me his hands, covered in tight leather gloves, he also pulled his woolen scarf a little bit more upwards, “I’m wearing a scarf, gloves and even two sweaters underneath, just for bulk. As long as I keep it all on, nobody is going to notice anything.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong about it, if I didn’t know him, I wouldn’t have guessed, he was wearing a mask at all. As long as his entire body was clothed, except the head and neck, then it should be alright. “Seems unnecessarily risky, you really have to promise, that all the clothes stays on – no matter what happens.” I said unable to hide my concern.

“Yeah, yeah, I promise,” he said with a boyish smirk, then headed out the door.

I went to check on the washing machine, it was running… but the timer didn’t seem to match at all, the setup was completely wrong. I looked inside it, and to my horror I discovered, it was empty. Nothing in there, but soap and water spiraling around pointlessly. I ran to my friend’s room, and more or less kicked down the door. There was my friend, unmasked, tied to his bedpost and a gag in his mouth.

I felt my innards twist into a knot and a feeling of dread wash over me. It wasn't him, who just left the house... --- Continues in part 2 ---

A nickle or two

Body a day - #13: Money

Another story inspired by the awe-inspiring @2xskin, this time Seanday Gym: A picture or two

I don’t exactly remember how I fell into conversation with Ross, but he was a great guy, a little intimidating at first, with his big muscles and vicious look, but a great guy – particularly he was a good and non-judgmental listener. Though he was young, he was unusually patient and insightful, which was quite unexpected, when you look at him.

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After having being fired from my job, I hit a downward spiral, blaming everyone and everything for what had happened to me. To be fair, I think my grudge was justified, it wasn’t so much my boss firing me, it was more him ’throwing me under the bus’, that was the reason for my bitterness towards him.

I had a hard time finding a new job – and money was getting tight. The only time I really left the house was to go shopping. I subscribed to Regan’s gym, basically to make sure I got out every now and then, but also to at least get just a bit of exercise.

I met Ross here, he was together with his friend, Curtis, a real pretty-boy with long brown hair, who seemed eager to get as big and muscular as Ross.

As I said before, you wouldn’t believe it at first, but Ross was a surprisingly good listener, whilst training I told him about my life and my situation, and Ross paid close attention to everything I said, even when he was bench pressing. He seemed genuinely interested and wanting to help.

One day, when I came to the gym, Ross came over to me in the free weights section, his usual domain, and very directly stated; “I think, I can help you get revenge.”

Hearing the word: revenge, coming out of Ross’s mouth, sent a chill down my spine, I was actually a little afraid of him now. “Ross,” I had to quickly interrupt him, “you don’t actually mean you’re going to hurt or threaten him, right?” Ross chuckled; “not at all, but you said he had a son, right? A really spoiled brat with expensive habits...”

”Well…” I began reluctantly, it was true that my boss’s son was living a good life, I wasn’t quite sure whether it was my boss, who liked to spend money on his son, or if it was the kid who was demanding. I was however well aware of all the money, he was spending on him. My boss usually talked about, how he had gotten this and that for his boy, it was actually getting boring at length.

”Then I guess his son is the key to get to his money,” said Ross confidently. I shuddered… Ross wasn’t thinking… I dared not even think the word… Kidnapping? ”Ross, please, you really shouldn’t – I mean – you are not planning to do anything illegal, right?”

Ross smiled, “it’s not legal, but it isn’t illegal either. Just leave it to me, and you’ll be set for the rest of your life, well, at least for years to come.”

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A week later I got a call from Ross, he wanted me to come to Regan’s tomorrow evening. I was still jobless, so it’s not like I had much else to do.

When I came to the gym, it was scarcely populated, but Ross and Curtis were there, alongside Calvin, my boss’s son.

Ross was busy spotting Calvin, so Curtis came over to me instead. “Hey,” Curtis said with a smile, “good you came, Ross has a surprise for you.” I was surprised enough to see Calvin here being spotted by Ross, but I failed to see the surprise, I mean, what could Ross actually do, if he wasn’t going to hurt or threaten Calvin? I barely even knew Calvin.

“Just do your routine, and wait for our signal… Just stay close to the locker rooms, okay?” Curtis said, punched me in the arm and walked away. I had no idea, what Curtis meant, but I did as I was told, not understanding anything of what was going on. On his way back to Ross and Calvin, Curtis ceremoniously snapped a picture or two of himself, his massive arms and firm chest. He seemed very content with himself, and I had to admit I was a little envious, not only at him, but also at Ross. To have such incredible bodies and looks.

A quarter had passed, when Ross, Curtis and Calvin headed for the locker room. I had not noticed any signal. Twenty more minutes passed, were they taking a piss at me? then Curtis popped his head out and waved at me. I got up and hurried to the locker room. And my jaw hit the floor.

Ross sat on a bench holding a spray can in his hand, next to him sat a clearly unwell Calvin. Ross put the can down and lifted Calvin by the neck, it was like there were no bones inside him. “The spray has done its work,” said Ross. “Get in him!” he said with a laughed and threw Calvin at me.

Curtis stretched out Calvin’s mouth; “you are going to love it, take off your clothes, and let’s get you inside.” I happily obliged. It was a bizarre yet exhilarating experience. Curtis and Ross helped me feed my body into the teenager, slowly bringing him back to life. I was deeply entranced by the process, how Calvin's smooth, tan skin began to shape my body, first the feet, then the legs, then the torso. Pushing my arms inside Calvin’s, I suddenly felt a pain as if thousands of tiny needles drilling into my skin, hurting at first, but slowly feeling more pleasant. “Now comes the hard part,” said Ross, “it’s going to feel a little rough, but trust me, it’s worth it.”

“Hell yeah!” I replied at the prospect of becoming Calvin irreversibly, “Let’s do this!” With one last pull, Ross stretched Calvin’s head over mine and everything was engulfed in darkness. I could feel the needles in my face, but I could also feel what I assumed were Ross's and/or Curtis’s hands pushing Calvin’s features into place. The eyelids, the nose, the ears, the lips. Then it felt like I was beginning to burn, and indescribable heat was burning me from the inside, I felt woozy and weak, Ross was not kidding, it felt like my organs were being rearranged, in the midst of the pain and unintelligible pictures flashing through my mind, I could feel four firm hands keeping me upright and steady. Then the pain disappeared and I opened my eyes, staring at Calvin in the mirror. I grinned.

“I think this fixes your money problem,” Ross laughed, punching me in the arm. “Wait – are you both…” I began, for the first time hearing Calvin’s smooth voice coming out of my mouth. They both laughed, “Yeah,” said Curtis whilst flexing his chest, making his pecs swell, Ross did the same, “we both went through this transformation, feels good now, right?”

I smiled Calvin’s smile and nodded. I soon left the gym with Ross and Curtis with a renewed confidence. Before we went our separate ways Ross placed a hand on my leather-clad shoulder, and winked at me; “now bleed him dry.”

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And Ross was right, that is exactly what I’m going to do, dad.

MacGyver and son

This story is a fanfic of a show, I've never actually watched, apart from a very few scenes. Nevertheless I think, that viewed in the right context, it would be a very interesting plot twist.

Body a day - #19: Dad

“I still can’t believe he fell for it,” laughed ‘Sam’, whilst Murdoc began to take off all of MacGyver’s clothes.

“Tell me how you managed to achieve this, whatsyourname?” Murdoc asked his partner as he was stripping the former agent and sworn enemy.

“It’s Sam now, and you better not forget it, dad,” said his partner in the guise of a nice young man firmly, “Sean Angus Malloy, but everyone just call me Sam.”

“All right then, Sam... Tell me...”

“Oh, Old MacGyver was a real heartthrob, when he was young, not difficult to imagine with that face and that body, I managed to track down one Kate Malloy, who he had a loving relation with, she was an excellent source of information…”

“How did you get her tell you all this?” Murdoc asked now standing with the naked husk of MacGyver.

“It was easy, really,” Sam replied, “I told her, I was interviewing her for a book. She was apparently very fond of him, so she spent a long time telling me all sorts of stuff about him, and I also got her to tell me about herself. And with your help, I had all that I needed to successfully play his 'long-lost son'. And he believed every single word I told him, I even managed to get him to quit, just to spend time with me.” Sam laughed again at the last remark, then got up from his chair to help Murdoc with the MacGyver-suit.

“Heh, now you’ll certainly live up to your title as ‘master of disguise’, you couldn’t have asked for a better disguise,” Sam grinned.

“You are absolutely right,” gloated Murdoc, having stripped himself naked. He held the hollowed out skin of MacGyver up in front of him, “let’s get to it then.”

Stretching out MacGyver’s mouth ludicrously wide, Murdoc slid his legs one at a time into the warm and squishy skinsuit. Sam pushed the toes into place one by one, as Murdoc pulled MacGyver further up his body. MacGyver’s strong legs were now in place. Murdoc continued, pulling the skin up further, covering his torso, he forced down his arms down MacGyver’s mouth and guided his upper limbs into the empty husk's. He flexed his new hands. Murdoc caressed the rest of his new body, still with MacGyver’s hollow head hanging off his shoulders like a hood. Sam rubbed him on the back, helping him smooth out any creases or flaws.

“Now put on the face, dad” urged Sam, “Heh, all right,” grinned Murdoc and pulled MacGyver’s face over his own, he pushed the facial features into place and opened his eyes. “How do I look, son?”

“You look amazing, dad,” came the reply.

“Yes, this guy is fit,” the new MacGyver said, rubbing his hands across his bare chest and arms, "and pretty handsome too - now the way is open for us, Sam, nothing is going to stop us,” MacGyver laughed, replicated the voice of his enemy perfectly. He paused, looking pensive, then asked; “but if Sam isn’t the son of Malloy and MacGyver, then who is he?”

“I don’t know,” said Sam indifferently, “just some random pretty young man, that kinda looks like MacGyver, I don’t think there’s any relation between them. But hey, I’m not complaining, and the idiot believed me.” Sam’s boyish demeanour was incredibly convincing and effective at hiding the evil within, and he played the role of easygoing young man with an innocent smile and disarming laughter perfectly.

“I’m ready,” said the MacGyver imposter, having pulled on his victim’s t-shirt, jeans, socks and boots, “get the biker jackets and the rest of the gear, and let’s get going.”

“Sure thing, dad,” laughed Sam. Now they only had one final little role play to wrap up, then they’d be on their way. Murdoc had big plans for using MacGyver’s body, and Sam was the perfect partner. The two imposters went outside to get on their bikes.

‘MacGyver’ and ‘Sam’ arrived on their motorcycles, in their matching leather biker jackets. ‘Sam’ was quickly of the bike to greet MacGyver’s boss and best friend, Pete Thornton. “Hi Mr. Thornton.”

Mr. Thornton shook his hand, “Sam. What, are you guys all packed for your trip?”

“Just finished,” MacGyver replied. “Oh, MacCyver, the Phoenix Board asked me to give you this,” Thornton said pulling out an envelope from his inner pocket.

“Pete-” said MacGyver trying to cut him off. “It’s an offer of a new contract, and it’s very generous, and I think you oughta look at it.”

“We’ve been through this before,” MacGyver said impatiently, silently pleased with how easy he could deceive even MacGyver's closest friend. “Sam, and I got a little catching up to do,” he continued and padded Sam’s face, Sam laughed.

Accepting defeat, Thornton put the envelope back in his pocket. “Well I – I told them that you wouldn’t go for it,” he paused, “You know… I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like without you around here.” That statement had the most delicious irony, thought MacGyver to himself, trying to look just a little sad. “Well, it was bound to happen – things change.”

“Not always,” replied Thornton, “good things don’t.” MacGyver and Sam both suppressed the urge to laugh. “Don’t you ever change, MacGyver” Thornton continued, clearly being moved by this ‘sad goodbye’, that both MacGyver and Sam played through. “Don’t you either,” replied MacGyver. Thornton opened his arms, and the imposter gave him a hug.

“Well, can I expect to drop in once in a while anyway?”

MacGyver placed a hand on Thornton’s shoulder, “Count on it, my friend.” “Sam,” Thornton said and stretched out his hand to the young man again, “take care of your old man, will ya?” “You can count on it,” Sam replied delightfully, shaking Thornton’s hand a final time.

'MacGyver and son' mounted their bikes. “So – where to?” asked Sam rhetorically as he grabbed his helmet. “Somewhere else,” replied MacGyver rehearsed. Sam sent him one of his boyish smiles, after which they both put on their helmets. They started their engines and headed off. That was the end of the old MacGyver and the beginning of a new.