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Saliendo de prisión

Historia pedida por @malevessel

Saben crecer teniendo una vida muy dura fue algo que le toco a mi familia, hace 24 años cuando yo tenia una año mis padres fallecieron y quedé al cuidado de Leo, el es mi tío segundo, era mi único familiar, lo malo que el no estaba muy bien económicamente y nos tocó vivir siempre limitados, cuando entré a la escuela el se aumentaba por días y luego regresaba con dinero para pagar mis estudios, mi ropa, y en general todo lo que ocupábamos, todo lo que tengo se lo debo a el, pero cuando cumplí 18 el no regreso, me quedé a vivir solo, conseguí un empleo y apoyos para poder estudiar, me gradué de abogado.

Hace unos meses un preso me solicitó para llevar su caso ya que aparentemente su anterior abogado había renunciado, yo llegué a mi reunión con el pero cuando me estaban llevando a una sala para poder hablar con el pasamos por un área en la que vi a un hombre que me resultó familiar, creí a haber visto al tío Leo, cuando finalmente salí de mi reunión con mi cliente pedí a uno de los guardias si podía ver al señor que creía era mi tío, el guardia me dijo que estaba equivocado ya que ese prisionero dijo que no tenia familiares, pero como la información que le di al guardia coincidía con la del preso excepto el echo de la familia logré conseguir una reunión con el, cuando lo vi me reconoció, comencé a llorar de la felicidad y del enojo ya que no sabía porque me dejó solo, pero a la vez estaba alegre de volverlo a ver, luego me enteré que el fue a prisión por robar, resulta que para obtener el dinero para mantenernos a flote el robaba y vendía lo que robaba, eso me hizo sentir culpable, busque algún medio legal para sacarlo, pero resulta que en su estancia en prisión no había tenido buena conducta ya que se metía en varios problemas y casi mata a la última persona que todo ya que le causó un infarto durante el atraco.

Yo buscaba un vacío legal pero no encontré nada, no me quedo más opción que rendirme, le visitaba varias veces a la semana, hace una semana decidí buscar por última vez fui a la biblioteca local a buscar más libro y vi un libro raro que me llamó la atención, se llamaba la magia del cuerpo y alma, el libro explicaba como hacer 3 cosas, viajes astrales, posesiones y regresiones, también habían varias advertencias pero no había problema la mayoría eran casos poco probables, yo soy escéptico pero por pura curiosidad lo llevé a casa, probé el hechizo de viaje astral, seguí los pasos y de pronto estaba flotando sobre mi cuerpo,era asombroso, no lo podía creer, entonces fui a explorar el vecindario y después regrese.

Al día siguiente tenia un plan le enseñaría a mi tío y dejaría que tomara mi cuerpo, luego saldría y le buscaríamos un nuevo cuerpo temporal, ya que ni por su edad lo dejarían salir de prisión debido a su "ola de crímenes".

Así llegamos al día de hoy, fui temprano en mi moto a la prisión, ya le había explicado todo a mi tío, le dije el plan desde antes me pararía cerca de la prisión y entonces el me poseía, ser iría a mi casa y me dejaría para salir y buscar el cuerpo de algún vecino, y la primera parte paso como planeamos.

Me pare afuera de la prisión, un guardia me vio y preguntó si iba a pasar, le dije que no, que estaba pensando algunas cosas pero no era seguro, solo se dio la vuelta, entonces sentí un frío inundar mi espalda, era una sensación sorprendentemente incomoda, mi espalda se contrata, entonces escuché la voz del tío Leo.

Leo: hey muchacho ya estoy aquí vámonos.

Erick: no puedo tío tu estas tomando el control, ya no siento mis piernas.

Leo: es cierto esto se siente bien sabes poder sentir zapatos cómodos otra vez.

Eric: me alegra eso, tío antes de nada debo decirte que leyendo las advertencias ayer me di cuenta que la posesión tiene un efecto que...

Leo POV:

Leo: cual efecto, que pasa?

Genial ya se fue, sabíamos que el proceso era rápido pero no tanto, bueno creo que lo mejor será ir a casa, tome la moto de Erick y conduje hasta la casa, el sentimiento de libertad me hizo tan feliz que pensé que no haría daño si me paseaba un rato por el camino.

Luego me di cuenta que había pasado mas de una hora y en eso recibí un llamado de la prisión informando mi aparente muerte, pero solo dije que iría después, sabía que Erick probablemente no tendría mucho tiempo ya que no me pudo dar la advertencia completa.

Al entrara la casa , me vi en un espejo, era tan raro ver a Erick en el reflejo y no a mi, comencé a buscar el libro que no encontraba por ningún lado, estuve buscando por mas de media hora, entonces comencé a sentir una extraña ola de excitación, pero sabía que no debía hacer nada por respeto a mi sobrino, seguía buscando pero la sensación cada vez era mayor, el cuerpo que habitaba estaba caliente y duro, entonces encontré el libro, buscaba el apartado de posesión y por algún motivo sentía como cada vez mi cuerpo estaba a punto de correrse, encontré la página y las advertencias decían cosas como que no hay seguridad de mantener personalidad y un montón de cosas específicas pero no de gran importancia, entonces llegué a un párrafo que de no se por mi estado en el cual ya sentía como gotas de semen escapaban de mi pene prestado me habría dado un paro de lo grave que era.

Debido a que el cuerpo humano está echo para que un alma habite en su interior suele haber una relación que a la hora de la posesión se corta, ya que el alma del dueño original se desconecta para dar paso al del nuevo anfitrión, por lo que debes estar seguro de que escogiste al cuerpo correcto o de lo contrario déjalo usando el mismo hechizo para regresar a tu cuerpo o saltar al cuerpo de alguien más, ya que al desconectar el alma original esta solo cuenta con 2 horas antes de ser expulsada de su cuerpo, este se daría a través de un estado de éxtasis en el cual el cuerpo se auto estimulará para correrse y sacar el alma original, una vez fuera el alma ahora líquida deberá ser almacenada en algún recipiente, vaciado en algún objeto o persona para no perderse, ya que de quedar expuesta reaccionara como cualquier fluido y al secarse se desvanecerá de manera permanente.

No podía creer lo que leía ya que sentía como me estaba corriendo en contra de mi voluntad, entonces me di cuenta de lo que pasaba, acababa de pasar, Erick acaba de salir de su cuerpo, me deje llevar por sentirme libre y desperdicie el tiempo de mi nieto antes de ser separado de su cuerpo, de manera rápida me quite el traje y lo coloque sobre mi entrepierna con la esperanza que mi sobrino aun estuviera en parte dentro de el pero ya era tarde, toda su esencia aparentemente quedó impregnada en el traje de motociclista que llevaba.

Busque en el libro pero no había nada que dijera como revertir esto, solamente descubrí que ahora Erick estaría en ese traje, tome el traje pero al tocarlo escuche su voz.

Erick: tío, me puedes escuchar?

Leo: si, pero como es esto posible.

Erick: no lo se exactamente pero creo que es como si pudiera sentirte cuando tomaste el traje porque antes de eso todo era silencio.

Fue entonces que una idea paso por mi mente, me volví a colocar el traje y sentía como si alguien estuviera conmigo.

Leo: si, eso es cierto, que bueno que esta esta opción.

Erick.: que pasa?, puedo ver otra vez, y sentir, eso es buen... porque no puedo mover nada?

Leo: creo que al usar el traje puedes ver y sentir como si fuera tu cuerpo pero siendo un espectador desde donde no puedes mover nada pero si comunicarte, como en las películas.

Erick: bueno eso es mejor a nada.

Leo: concuerdo es algo positivo.

Eric: si para remediar a medias tu desastre.

Leo: lo se debí venir antes de que esto pasara, pero ya no puedo hacer nada créeme yo quisiera que esto no hubiera pasado.

Las lágrimas brotaban de los ojos de Erick mientras me sentía impotente y sin control de nada, el trato de consolarme a pesar que se llevó la peor parte del asunto, fue muy cruel de mi parte ya que yo conseguí un cuerpo más joven, una vida intachable y un nuevo inicio, mientras que el solo se podía imaginar el resto de su vida como un traje de motociclista.

Dos meses después..

Erick pov:

Ya han pasado dos meses desde que mi vida se vio terminada para ser un simple traje, pero no es tan malo, el tío Leo, me usa seguido y me consulta sobre como llevar mi carrera, mi vida y todo en general, hace lo que yo quiero para compensar lo que pasó, además de que consiguió un romee, Aron, que en secreto aveces me usa porque le gusta como se ve conmigo puesto, yo disfruto de sentir y ver lo que el hace, en especial cuando me usa y se calienta, es como volver a sentir los placeres carnales que el tío nunca haría ya que soy su sobrino, pero Aron satisface muy bien ese lado.

Familial

This is my grandson, Joseph. He has always taken care of me since he was a little boy. I would always appreciate him helping me clean the house, walk to the kitchen, or even buy me groceries. When he was young, he loved to play sports. He'd say he'd grow big and strong just so he could help me. I was always so proud of him when he showed me his medals and trophies. Unfortunately, I was always too old and frail to see his football games. He did well with academics as well. He was athletic, intelligent, and not to mention his looks, but he was also gorgeous. I love him so much, but it bothered me to see him lonely. I mean, he's very popular and has plenty of friends. However, even with his good looks and charm, he doesn't have the confidence to ask a girl out. He would always say that he would never get a girl or they wouldn't want to date him. That's just ridiculous! He is wasting those amazing genetics. If I had thise looks back in my day, I'd have women from all over town begging to get into my pants. Fast forward a few years, I was stuck in a hospital bed waiting to kick the bucket, and Joseph was taking care of me. He's a grown adult with his own life, yet he never left me behind. He was devastated when I passed away. He locked himself in his room for days just to cry. I reached out to comfort him, but suddenly, in that moment, everything went blank.

Slowly, sound starts to return, and I can feel a draft against my skin, across my entire body. As I slowly open my eyes, I realize I am in my grandson's apartment. As I take in my new surroundings, my eyes drift toward my large arms and hands... they aren't mine! They are nicely tanned and without a wrinkle in sight! I have tattoos decorating my now bulging biceps. I am only wearing a pair of Nike briefs, fully exposed, leaving little to the imagination. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and to my disbelief, I was greeted by Joseph's reflection, displaying a shocked expression, but it was not long until that confusion shifted into curiosity and arousal.

I started to gently touch the soft skin of my face and torso, which was now blanketed in thick slabs of muscle mass. My hands glided down my chest, fondling my massive pecs and washboard abs. As I felt myself up, a massive bulge started begging for attention. I bit my lip as my hands began to move down, as if they had a mind of their own. My fingers glide across my pecs, brushing against my firm nipples. My body began to shudder the more I touched them. Damn, they are very sensitive. I felt my raging cock stiffen against my briefs, and a damp spot started to form. Without wasting more time, I quickly reached down the damp briefs, my hand breaking past webs of pre built up from the past few minutes. My fingers wrap around my manhood, but just barely. Holy shit, I am massive. I take my thumb nad massage my tip, feeling more slick juice coating my hands. Without warning, my hips suddenly buck forward, causing a soft masculine moan to escape my lips.

I haven't felt this good in years, and I am hungry for more. I continue to grind my cock against my massive rough hands, my breathing growing heavier with each pump. I can feel pressure building up as I get closer to finishing, but I won't allow this to end so soon. I release my hand from its cum soaked prison, and take a wiff of my spunk. It reaks of the musk of a true man. I feel my cock soften just enough to get my briefs to loosen its grip. I pull down the elastic, letting my 8 inches of pure manhood to spring out and breathe, dripping with white spunk and sweat. I know I'm taking this too far, violating Joseph's body, but I can't control myself. I wrapped my hand once again around my shaft and began pumping my that dick. As I pump, it continues to inflate an extra 2 inches in my hands. My rough hands stroke the ridges of my fuckstick, driving me insane with each pass. "Ooof. Oh fuck, yes..." My moans of pleasure grow louder and louder. Hearing the sexy voice of my grandson spout lude words from my mouth and feeling the base of his vocal chords vibrate within my throat is sending me over the edge. More and more pressure begin to build up as I feel cum rise up my piping hot rod. Nothing else mattered right now. Only thoughts of sex and pleasure filled my mind. My grandson's well-being was no longer a concern. "This is my body, Joseph. You love your grandpa, right? So I'm sure you'll be thrilled if I stay. You like that, don’t you? Ohhh, yes. Unnghh, " I yelp out in my new sexy voice as I reach my limit. "Im coming. Oh yes, baby, I'm coming. Nnnngg..." It was not long until my cock finally erupted, my white juice coating my sweaty body. The smell of musk continued to turn me on, and without hesitation, I brought my cum cover hand to my mouth, licking my fingers clean. The thick juices slid down my throat as I enjoyed the salty taste of my youth. My dick was still rock hard and leaking. I can really go for a second serving.

THE GREAT HOST IV

It had been a difficult few weeks.

After the possession, I had a hard time getting back into my normal routine. Days went by and I still felt empty.

According to police reports, it was normal to feel this way, as if it were a side effect. However, my brother and my family were always there.

I had gone back to college, to the gym, I had started hanging out with my friends again... but it wasn't the same, I wasn't the same.

Despite my mother and brother's insistence, I had not stopped smoking, I could not. But it was not just an addiction, there was something else. A thought that remained in my head and scared me.

During the possession, Bob displayed a cocky attitude that I never had. But now, months after the incident, I think deep, deep down there were parts that I liked.

As I went out into the street, I lit a cigarette and headed to the bar where I had arranged to watch the match with my friends and my brother. Antón would come later, because he was training now. I walked around the city for a while, I liked the freedom I had. When I accidentally bumped into a man

Sorry man.

Don't worry, he replied.

There was something about him that looked familiar.

Without thinking much, I continued on my way. I briefly entered the market in the square next door, I needed to go to the bathroom. I put out my cigarette with my foot. I used to find it disgusting, but I had gotten used to it.

I walked around the market before going to the toilets. But while I was urinating, I heard the bathroom door close.

When I turned my head to see who it was, the man I had bumped into earlier was standing there, a dark smile on his face.

Hello again, the man said cheekily.

I see you've been working out. Those legs are wider than last time.

What?! I said

I have not seen this man before, what is he saying, I thought

I'm glad you took care of our body in my absence, Paul. It's a nice touch on your part.

Oh no, he no, please

Y-You

Me

Bob!!!!

In the flesh. Well, not exactly, I borrowed this one. But I like you better, you know what I mean, Paul.

Suddenly, Bob's real body emerges from the man in front of him, and he falls to the ground as if he were dead. Thank God, he was breathing, but Bob quickly approached me and placed his fat old hand on my chest.

Ready to go for a ride, just like old times?

I could only hear my heartbeat, I was paralyzed with fear and a feeling of oppression made me sweat cold as I looked at him.

(Un)touchable Fiancé

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"You're really okay with this?" Austin asked, his tone low. "With me being him?"

Eli nodded, slowly. His voice came quiet, tight. "I want you even more because of it."

Austin didn't react right away. He simply stood there, framed by the mirror. His body—broad, sculpted, veined—was frozen in a moment of self-worship. The gold chain resting against his collarbone caught the light, swinging gently with each breath.

Behind him, Eli sat on the bench—shirtless, flushed, and silent. His eyes didn't move. He watched like the moment might vanish if he blinked.

Austin flexed—just one arm, slow and deliberate. The muscle swelled beneath his skin, perfect and unhurried.

"You still breathing back there?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the mirror.

Eli swallowed. "Barely."

A smirk crept across Austin's face. Not playful—measured.

"Good," he said. "That's how it should be."

He ran a hand slowly over his chest, down across his abs, watching his own fingers trace the hard lines. "You know what's wild? I look like this, and somehow it's your sister who got the ring. Not you. But you're the one in here, watching me like I'm a god."

Eli didn't respond.

"God damn," he muttered, almost to himself. "I really do look better every day."

Austin stepped toward him.

"Look at me."

Eli obeyed.

Austin leaned in, close but not touching. "You'll come crawling back again. Because you don't want kindness. You want this. My voice in your ear. My hand on your throat. This body. This ego."

He licked Eli's forehead—not tenderly, but like sealing ownership.

Eli's voice came, small but thick with tension. "I saw you last night. Through the door. With her."

Austin grinned, teeth flashing in the mirror. He didn't look at Eli—he didn't have to. "Yeah? You watched the whole thing like a little perv? That door wasn't closed by accident."

Eli flinched, cheeks burning.

Austin finally turned, walking slowly toward him, towel loose around his waist, droplets sliding down the deep grooves of his abs. "Let me guess—you were stroking it while I railed some random girl from the club? You couldn't help yourself."

Eli tried to respond, but the words caught in his throat.

"She was so easy," Austin said, standing over him now. "Didn't even ask my name. Just spread for the body. And you? You're sitting here begging for scraps. Watching me like I'm some kind of prize. Pathetic."

Austin grabbed Eli by the arm and turned him around with casual force.

"Come on. Bend over."

Eli didn't resist.

Austin smirked.

Eli leaned forward, bracing himself against the cold bathroom counter, breath shallow, heart pounding. Austin stood tall, his presence imposing. "I'm still not gay," he muttered. "But you were made to worship me."

Austin's hands gripped Eli's waist with quiet control—assertive, firm. His confidence wasn't loud; it didn't need to be. Then Austin began to move his hips forward, again and again. His hand reached around Eli's neck and pulled him back.

His gaze didn't shift to Eli. It stayed fixed on the mirror—on himself. On the way his shoulders squared perfectly, the way control fit him like a second skin. His reflection was the only approval he needed.

Eli trembled—not in fear, but in awe. Pulled into the gravity of the man behind him.

"You look better like this," Austin said in a voice low enough to make Eli's spine tense. "Bent. Obedient."

Austin growled against his lips. "Don't moan too loud. The same girl is still asleep in the other room."

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Austin's days had rhythm—an unapologetic, alpha routine that never missed a beat. If Owen had once hesitated to slip into the full rhythm of Austin's life, that hesitation was gone. Now, he didn't just wear the body. He lived it. Owned it.

Every morning started with sweat. A run at sunrise, letting the sun catch every hard line of his body as he pushed himself down the neighborhood sidewalks.

Once Austin entered the open garage door, chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths, his brown tank clinging to every ridge of his body. Sweat darkened the fabric in streaks down his chest, spine, and armpits—fresh proof of his morning run.

Eli stood silently at the edge of the room, eyes locked on him.

Austin didn't look at him at first. He peeled off his running watch, unbothered, then finally turned his gaze to Eli—sharp, annoyed, knowing.

"You got a job to do, Eli. Don't just stand there drooling." he commanded, voice cold and clipped.

Eli flinched at the command—but his breath caught in his throat at the same time. He nodded quickly and moved forward, eyes fixed on the soaked outline of Austin's torso.

"God, my scent," Austin muttered, pulling the hem up slowly. Eli's breath hitched again as each inch of sweat-slicked muscle revealed itself. The tank peeled off with resistance, clinging to Austin's back and armpits before he yanked it over his head.

He let it fall to the floor with a wet slap.

"Pick it up."

Eli obeyed immediately, fingers trembling as he lifted the still-warm shirt to his face. He pressed it against his nose, inhaling deeply, eyes fluttering shut. The salty, masculine scent hit him like a drug.

Austin watched him with open disdain. "God. You really are into this. You're not even trying to hide it anymore."

Eli couldn't speak—he was too overwhelmed. He just nodded again, clutching the soaked shirt like something sacred.

Austin raised one arm, slow and deliberate, revealing the soaked tuft beneath. The scent was stronger here.

"Go on," Austin said. "Since you want it so bad. Prove it."

Eli leaned forward, face trembling as he pressed into Austin's armpit, inhaling like it gave him life.

Austin sneered, barely hiding his smirk. "You're disgusting. And you love it."

Eli nodded again, eyes wide with reverence.

"Don't stop. Not until I say."

And so he did—worshipping the body, the scent...

————

Austin also worked as a fitness coach by late morning. Sessions took place in a sleek, private gym downtown—clients hung on his every word. Women flirted. Men tried to impress him. Austin teased, flirted back when it suited him, leaning fully into the role. He'd touch a client's waist to correct her form, let his voice drop when giving praise. And when he caught her checking out his arms or the sweat pooling at his chest, he never hid the smirk.

Afternoons were filled with errands, emails, and business calls—running the small online fitness brand Austin had built before Owen took over. Content planning, sponsorships, Instagram reels showing off his pump progress and morning ab checks. His DMs were a warzone of thirsty messages. He chose who to respond to with precision.

And then came evenings.

Austin often went out—but Eli didn't know where or with whom. What he did know was that in the mornings, random women sometimes emerged from the bedroom. Eli had long since accepted that Austin cheated on Iris regularly. Owen didn't hold back, using the body to its full, raw potential—sleeping with whomever he pleased.

Other nights, Austin played the part of the fiancé. Iris adored him. He remembered how she liked her wine, her favorite shows, when to compliment her dress. He kissed her on cue. Held her waist when her parents visited. Took couple selfies, posted with cocky captions. He even showed up for brunch with her friends—pretending he wasn't hungover from the night before.

Every version of Austin was a role Owen performed to perfection. The gym god. The charming coach. The flirty bad boy. The ideal boyfriend. The golden son-in-law.

And beneath it all, Owen smirked in the mirror.

Eli had become a regular fixture in Austin's house—not as a guest, but as something else entirely. He played the role Owen carved out for him: submissive, silent, always eager. He stayed in the guest room most nights, waiting for a single message from Austin to know when to be present, when to disappear, when to listen.

Austin never hid his disdain—his words were sharp, cold, often laced with casual homophobia. "You're lucky I let you breathe my air, creep." And Owen made sure those words came from Austin's lips with such authenticity it made Eli shiver.

And Eli loved it.

He loved serving under the illusion—the golden boy alpha who barely tolerated his existence. He loved the tension. The cruelty. The way Owen's intelligence laced every insult, making them cut deeper.

Sometimes, Austin would text him just one word: "Stay."

That meant Eli was to remain silent in the guest room while Austin brought home a girl from the bar. The moans would echo through the walls. The creak of the bed. The low grunts. The gasped praise—Eli heard it all.

And it tore him apart.

Not because of Iris. Not because of the girl.

Because it wasn't him.

He'd sit on the floor in the dark, fists clenched, head against the wall, drowning in envy. Wishing Austin would walk in and humiliate him all over again. Wishing he could be the one under Austin's grip. Pinned down. Owned.

Eli wasn't just obsessed.

He was addicted.

To the scent. The sound. The body.

To Austin.

To Owen.

Because now, the man everyone loved? That was him.

He didn't just become Austin.

He became something more.

————

There were days Austin played the role so well, Eli almost believed the lie himself. Whenever he showed up with Iris at the family house—clean-cut, confident, polite—he slipped into the real Austin's mask without effort.

He'd greet Eli's parents with a strong handshake, compliment the food, talk about crypto investments and gym progress. With Iris clinging to his side, Austin would chuckle at jokes, nod along to weekend plans, and throw a protective arm around her shoulders.

And to Eli? Nothing.

Sometimes a nod. Sometimes a curt "Hey."

The golden boy act was flawless.

Eli sat across the table, barely spoken to, barely acknowledged. Austin would look right through him during dinner. Smile at Iris. Toast with her dad. Pretend Eli wasn't even there.

Once, during a cookout, Iris was chatting with her mother in the kitchen, and Austin leaned against the doorframe, sipping from a beer bottle. Eli passed by, their eyes met.

"Don't get too worked up tonight," Austin said under his breath, his voice sharp and smug. "She's wearing lace for me."

He took another slow sip and walked away like nothing happened.

Another time, after a family board game night, Austin stood next to Eli in the hallway as everyone packed up. His voice was low, expression cool.

"You looked like you were going to cry when I kissed her goodnight. What's wrong? Jealous?"

And once, when they were all watching a movie together, Iris curled up under Austin's arm, Austin looked across the room to Eli, his expression unreadable.

Then he mouthed the words: "She moans louder than you."

Eli's stomach twisted with heat, shame, and longing. And when Austin returned to stroking Iris's hair like a perfect boyfriend, Eli could only sit in silence—haunted, aching, addicted.

Because no matter how well Austin performed the golden boy, those sharp moments of cruelty proved one thing: Owen knew exactly what Eli needed to hear to burn.

————

There were moments Eli couldn't tell where Austin ended and Owen began. He knew the real Austin had been cold, distant—never openly cruel, never dramatic. If he disliked someone, he did it through silence, through subtle power plays. The perfect image of masculine composure. He never needed to raise his voice to dominate.

But Owen… Owen gave Eli something different.

Something darker.

Living in Austin's body gave Owen permission to push the fantasy further, to explore what Eli secretly wanted: a golden boy with a monster lurking beneath. And so, when the two were alone, Austin transformed into something wild—unhinged, unapologetic.

He strutted shirtless through the house, sweat glistening from an afternoon run, cracking open a cold drink and letting it pour down his throat—down his chest, soaking into his shorts like he couldn't care less. He was a god with no grace. Loud. Cocky. Animalistic.

Eli watched, frozen with lust.

"Look at you," Austin barked. "Sitting there like a pathetic little fanboy. Waiting to lick up my sweat?"

Eli said nothing.

Austin leaned in, grabbing Eli's chin with just enough pressure. "You didn't know the real Austin. Just the curated one. But this is what you wanted." His eyes burned.

Eli nodded, breathless.

He flexed—slow, deliberate—then stepped closer, voice low. "The real Austin would've ignored you. Me? I watch you break."

And just like that, the cruelty turned primal. He grabbed the back of Eli's head and shoved him down, sweat dripping from his chest.

"You want the real thing?"

Eli didn't answer.

Austin smirked. "Then prove it."

And Eli did—because every sharp word, every grunt, every second of dominance… was devotion.

————

There were moments when Owen's exaggerated roleplay took over—loud, taunting, openly cruel. But there were others Eli craved more. The ones where he caught a glimpse of who the real Austin had likely been beneath the curated image. And it wasn't in private, but when Austin was surrounded by his best mates.

That was when Austin let the mask drop just enough.

He wasn't loud like them. He didn't boast. But he was the quiet leader—leaning back with his arms crossed, expression unreadable, letting the others bark and laugh around him. He chose when to speak. And when he did, they listened. That's when Eli saw it. The natural dominance. The way Austin didn't need to mock or posture.

But Nick? Nick was different.

Eli first met Nick at a boxing event. Austin had paid for Eli's ticket but told him to sit a row behind. "Don't make it weird," he'd texted.

Eli obeyed. And from there, he watched.

Nick was the kind of guy who didn't know how to tone it down. Built like a tank, forearms veined and bulging, his black shirt stretched tight across a chest that looked carved out of gym steel. His voice boomed over the crowd, even in the packed arena.

"Bro, that chick from Friday? Absolute smoke show. Tightest fuckin' body I've seen all month. Screamed my name like she was in church."

He laughed—loud, careless. Eli flinched at the sound, but also… couldn't look away.

Nick leaned over toward Austin, fist bumping him. "You get with that blonde again? The one with the fake lashes? Told you she wanted it."

Austin gave a small smirk and a slow nod.

Nick whistled. "Fucking savage. Bro, you live the dream. These girls are starving out here, man. I swear, give 'em a wink and they melt."

He leaned back, spreading out in his seat like the arena was built for him. Tugging at the collar of his shirt to reveal a bit more of his chest, Nick caught sight of a group of girls walking by and grinned.

"Watch this," he muttered to Austin with a wink, then stood up mid-row, swaggering down toward the girls with no hesitation, confidence practically dripping off of him. He said something loud—too loud—and one of the girls laughed, tossing her hair. Nick threw his arm around her shoulders like they'd known each other for years, spinning her toward her friends like a prize.

"Told ya I was gonna pull one," he called back over his shoulder to Austin, who simply smirked, watching the spectacle unfold with an amused shake of his head.

Nick whispered something into the girl's ear, then pointed toward Austin with a booming laugh. The girls looked over, giggling, before Nick made his way back up the steps.

"Bro's the silent killer," Nick said with a grin, clapping Austin on the shoulder. "All I gotta do is point, and they're wet."

Then—he smiled.

It wasn't the kind of smile that invited you in. It was the kind that promised trouble. A flash of white teeth, confidence, and danger wrapped in testosterone and ego. Eli caught it from two rows back—and felt his whole body lock up.

The smile was erotic, magnetic. But there was something vicious in it. It wasn't meant for him. Nick hadn't even registered Eli's presence. But just seeing it made Eli feel exposed.

That smile was a warning.

He was the embodiment of danger and dominance, the kind of guy Eli knew would destroy him with a glance. There was no softness. No filter. No shame.

Eli couldn't help it—his stomach fluttered with something he hated admitting. Arousal. Terror. Obsession.

And from a row ahead, Austin glanced back once—just once—and caught the look on Eli's face.

He smirked.

Because he knew exactly what Eli was feeling.

Just then, Nick leaned over again, clearly enjoying the spotlight he never stopped demanding. Whatever he said was low and crude, just for Austin's ears—and Austin's expression cracked. The cool exterior gave way to something looser, rougher, like a mask dropped in the presence of a real friend.

"You're such a piece of work, bro," Austin said, laughing under his breath. He bumped Nick's shoulder, eyes lighting up with something rare—genuine camaraderie. "But yeah, she was into it. Said I ruined her for anyone else."

Nick let out a bark of laughter, no filter, no care who heard. "Classic. You and your damn cheat codes, man. Bro, stop hogging all the tens. Leave a couple for the rest of us degenerates."

Austin rolled his eyes but smirked, lifting his drink in salute. "Earn it like I did, asshole."

The two of them shared a look, a loud laugh, and suddenly Austin wasn't the polished, controlled version Eli usually saw. He was in full bro mode—smirking, flexing slightly as he laughed, leaning into Nick like they'd ruled every locker room they ever walked into.

It was jarring—and hot.

Because Eli had never seen Austin like that. He looked unfiltered. Real. Like this version of him had always been waiting under the surface.

————

When it came to Austin's friends, Eli hadn’t expected someone like Adam.

He'd imagined someone like Nick—or worse. Another alpha clone who acted like women and protein shakes were all that mattered. But Adam? Adam was something else entirely. He looked like he belonged in their circle—tall, athletic, lean muscle in all the right places—but his energy was nothing like the others.

He was open. Friendly. Grounded.

"Hey," Adam said, holding out a hand when Austin made the lazy introduction. "Adam. You're Iris's brother, right? Cool to finally meet you."

Eli blinked, surprised by the genuine smile. "Yeah—Eli. Nice to meet you too."

Austin didn't bother to chime in, already sipping from a shaker bottle and looking at his phone.

"Iris told me you were around a lot," Adam added with a chuckle. "Guess that makes sense now."

Austin shrugged, not looking up. "She made me promise to hang with him today."

"I don't mind," Adam said quickly. "Actually, I was about to hit the gym, but I can reschedule—"

"No," Austin cut in, finally glancing up. "We'll go. Just us."

Adam glanced at Eli, clearly not wanting to exclude him. "Unless you want to come too? It's chill either way."

Eli nodded, heart hammering. "Sure. Sounds good."

————

Eli was used to following Austin to the gym. There, he could drool over Austin's body without restraint. Austin, of course, rarely acknowledged him. It was a game for both of them.

But Austin always made an effort to keep Eli out of sight—to avoid unwanted attention. No one was supposed to suspect that a guy like Eli was hanging around someone like Austin.

Not even when Austin's younger brother suddenly appeared on the scene.

It had been a few days ago. Eli had just returned to Austin's place after working a grueling night shift, all he could think about was crashing on the couch for a few hours. The hallway was quiet, the familiar scent of Austin's cologne still lingering from earlier.

But as he stepped into the kitchen, the low hum of a blender caught his attention.

Someone was already there.

A guy leaned against the marble countertop, sipping a thick protein shake from a clear bottle. Tall. Muscular. Blonde hair, shorter on the sides, styled with effortless confidence. He wore a deep blue tank top that made his frame look even more pronounced—the kind of build that made gym influencers jealous. His skin glowed under the kitchen lights, arms veined, neck glistening.

For a moment, Eli thought Austin had returned early. But the posture was too relaxed. The expression too open.

The stranger looked up from his phone and gave a slow, assessing once-over. "Yo. You Eli?"

Eli froze. "Uh... yeah."

The guy nodded, offered a hand. "Justin. Austin's brother. Guess I'm the surprise guest today."

He smiled. Not like Austin's smirks that always felt loaded—this one was disarmingly warm, and yet... just as commanding.

Eli took the handshake, his mind racing. Austin had never once mentioned having a brother. And now here he was, in the middle of their apartment like he belonged. Like he'd been here a hundred times before.

Justin tilted his head as he took another sip from his shake. "Don't worry, man. He probably didn't mention me ‘cause I've been outta state for a while. Work stuff. Startup gig in Seattle. I just moved back this week."

"Oh," Eli said, trying to compose himself. "Cool. That makes sense."

It didn't. Not really.

Because now that he saw him, he couldn't stop seeing the Austin in him. Same sharp jawline. Same cut-from-marble build. But different all the same. Where Austin was intense, cold, even cruel—Justin felt grounded. Open. Like a guy who wouldn't put you down just for breathing next to him. But that familiarity in his voice, the shape of his arms, the way he rested his weight against the counter like he owned it—that was Austin.

And then, a flash—Eli remembered. A photo from months ago on Austin's Instagram feed. He hadn't paid attention to the second guy back then. But now... the resemblance was unmistakable. Justin had always been there, just outside the spotlight.

Eli found himself locked in place, eyes tracing every shift in Justin's posture. He hated how quickly his heart had started pounding.

"He told me you were staying here," Justin said. "Said you were the brother of Iris, so you are like family. That true?"

Eli hesitated. "I guess you could say that."

Justin's expression shifted slightly. Less amused. More analytical.

"Huh," he muttered. "Didn't think he'd keep someone like you around. Not saying that to be rude. Just... surprising, considering it's Austin."

Eli tensed. "What does that mean?"

Justin shrugged, letting the moment hang. "You just don't seem like the kind of guy he lets get close. He always had his... type."

Before Eli could respond, Justin stood and stretched, tank riding up to reveal tight abs and the dip of his hips. Eli tried not to stare.

Justin leaned against the doorframe. "You seem alright though. Maybe he's changed. Or maybe you just caught him in a generous mood."

Just then, the door opened behind them. Heavy footsteps. Austin.

He walked in, scanning the scene with narrowed eyes. His jaw tightened ever so slightly.

"Didn't realize we were having a family reunion," Austin said, voice clipped.

Justin turned slightly on the couch, grinning. "I was in the neighborhood. Figured I'd say hi. Didn't believe you were keeping Iris' brother as a roommate."

Austin's eyes flicked to Eli. Not pleased. Not surprised either. Just annoyed.

"Well, now you know," he said. Then, to Eli, "Got something to do or you just standing there for fun?"

The tension hung like smoke.

Justin gave a low chuckle. "C'mon. Don't be like that."

Austin grabbed his keys and turned. "We're heading out."

"Where to?"

"Gym."

Justin adjusted his shirt. "You're not coming?" he asked Eli casually.

Austin cut in. "He wouldn't lift a bar if it had gold on it."

Justin laughed, short and sharp. "Damn. Brutal."

But Eli caught the flicker of something else in Justin's smile. Not just amusement. Something colder.

And then they were gone—two forces of nature moving out the door, leaving Eli standing in their wake.

————

But with Adam in the gym this place became something else entirely. Eli had been there countless times with Austin alone—but never like this. The two of them fell into rhythm instantly, spotting each other, trash-talking between sets.

"You're slipping, man," Adam said, racking his weights. "That last incline was sloppy."

"Bullshit," Austin replied with a smirk. "You're just jealous I've still got the better chest."

"You've got the better ego, maybe."

Eli hovered at the edge, pretending to be into his cardio, but his eyes kept drifting back. To Adam's shoulders. The way his chest swelled with each rep. The defined lines of his arms when he racked a barbell.

And that smile.

Friendly. Real. Like he didn't have anything to prove. Eli could see why Austin kept him around—it grounded the whole dynamic. Even if Austin was colder now, Owen still respected the bond.

"You sure you're good over there?" Adam called out at one point, looking toward Eli on the treadmill.

Eli nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'm just doing cardio."

"No worries. Just let us know if you wanna jump in."

"He won't," Austin muttered to Adam. "He's more of a watcher."

Eli flushed but forced a laugh. Adam gave a brief glance—confused, maybe—but didn't press.

The rest of the session, Eli tried hard not to stare. He focused on keeping his form tight, wiping sweat often, hoping Adam wouldn't catch a glimpse of the way his eyes lingered.

But when Adam peeled off his sweatshirt halfway through the workout, revealing that sculpted torso, Eli's stomach twisted. Not with lust alone. But with guilt. Guilt that he craved something pure—and turned it into his black fantasy.

Adam caught his eye at the water fountain later, offering a kind smile.

"Hey, if you ever wanna tag along for a workout or just talk fitness, I’m around," Adam said, easy and sincere. "No pressure, man."

"Yeah," Eli replied, his voice catching slightly. "That... that’d be great."

And as Adam turned back toward Austin, laughing at something stupid he said, Eli knew he was doomed.

Because there was something about Adam—the body of a god, the soul of a saint—that made Eli want to be good. Even if he couldn't stop living his fantasy.

————

The morning sunlight was already sharp when Austin walked through the front door, a tailored camel coat hanging open over a white V-neck tee and slim jeans. The collar of a leather jacket peeked out from under the coat, framing his jaw like armor. His boots clicked sharply against the floor. He looked annoyed. Not furious—just mildly inconvenienced, like whatever girl he'd left in bed wasn't worth the Uber back.

Eli stood in the hallway, breath catching.

Austin looked like a walking ad for danger and dominance. The coat framed his broad shoulders perfectly, the jeans hugging his thighs just right. The way his hand casually tugged at the hem of his shirt made the moment feel choreographed—effortless and commanding.

"What?" Austin asked, catching Eli's stare, voice flat and cold.

Eli blinked. "N-nothing. Just... welcome back."

Austin grunted, grabbing a protein bar from the kitchen. "I am going to the gym."

Eli's heart jumped. He opened his mouth to beg—then stopped.

"You're coming too," Austin said casually, already peeling the wrapper. "Don't look so surprised. Even Adam'll be there. Figured you'd enjoy that."

Eli stiffened.

Austin turned, a lazy smirk on his lips. "You really think I haven't noticed how you act around him? The good guy. The sweet one. Bet you dream about thanking him on your knees, huh?"

Eli flushed, lips parting, but Austin didn't wait for a reply.

"Just remember your role," he added, stepping closer, eyes sharp beneath the edge of his coat. "You're my servant. You don't get to choose who turns you on. I do."

————

The gym air was thick with testosterone and pre-workout fumes.

Adam greeted Eli the moment they walked in. His smile was just as warm, his handshake firm.

"Hey! Good to see you again, man. Glad you came."

Eli melted. "Thanks. You too."

Austin slipped between them quickly, clapping Adam on the shoulder. "Let's get started. Bench first."

The two dove into their rhythm—warm-up, plates, reps, low banter about stocks and macros. Eli stuck to cardio, eyes tracing the two of them. Adam was all focus. Form perfect. Eyes kind. Even as he tried to include Eli with little comments, Austin pulled him away.

"Let him run. You're here for a real workout."

Half an hour in, Austin left for a moment and Adam turned during a water break.

"You and Iris get along well?" he asked Eli.

"Yeah, she's great."

"That's good. I've known Austin forever. If he's serious about someone, I wanna know the people around her are solid. You seem... grounded."

Eli smiled faintly. "I try."

Adam clapped his shoulder. "Keep trying."

Austin returned minutes later, scowling as he saw the two of them mid-conversation. His voice was clipped. "You done bonding yet?"

"We're good," Adam said easily. "Just chatting."

Austin gave Eli a look. The kind that said: mine.

———

Eli slipped into the restroom to catch his breath—but the moment the door clicked shut behind him, he froze.

Nick.

The beast stood shirtless, entirely absorbed in his reflection.

Under the harsh, sterile locker room lights, every inch of his carved physique was on display. He wasn't posing for anyone. This wasn't vanity. It was reverence—toward himself.

Nick grinned at his reflection. Not with arrogance, not with menace - just a quiet, deeply satisfied grin. Like a man who is proud of the temple he has built. As if the mirror only reflected a pale version of who he thought he really was. As if he knew he could never reflect the full power.

Then his gaze wandered upwards and caught on Eli through the reflection, who was playing with his own bulge with his hands.

The mood changed instantly.

"What the fuck do you think you're lookin' at?" Nick growled, stepping forward, veins popping along his neck.

Eli's breath caught.

Nick advanced like a charging bull. "You some kinda fuckin' creep? You wanna stare at me like that, you better be ready to deal with it."

Eli stumbled backward.

"Eyes down, freak," Nick snapped, voice rising. "You hear me? You think this is a fuckin' show for you to jerk off to?"

Eli bolted for the nearest stall, slammed it shut, and locked it. His pulse hammered as Nick's voice echoed through the room.

"Sick little bitch. Don't even belong in this gym. Stay the fuck away from me."

Eli crouched in silence, breath ragged, humiliated. The cold tile pressed against his back as he stared at the closed door of the stall, his thoughts racing.

Why the hell is Nick here?

Finally, with a shallow breath, he stood. His legs were stiff, his heart still hammering in his chest. Carefully, he unlocked the stall and pushed it open just an inch—then another—peeking out as if the air beyond might bite.

Empty.

He stepped out slowly, shoes echoing faintly on the tiles. No sign of Nick. Just the afterimage of that confident grin in the mirror, etched into his mind.

————

Back in the gym, Nick was nowhere to be seen. Eli hoped—prayed—they'd missed each other. Adam greeted him with a warm nod, like nothing had happened. Eli forced a smile, but the question burned in his throat.

"Did you know Nick was here?" he hissed at Austin, voice low.

Austin smirked, tossing a towel over his shoulder like it was nothing. "I know."

Eli blinked. "You... what?"

Austin's smirk didn't fade—but his gaze sharpened, cool and annoyed. Eli flinched, instinctively taking a step back. Without another word, he returned to the treadmill, head down, heart thudding.

Just as he reached for the start button, a voice rang across the gym floor.

"Yo!" Nick barked, striding in like the space belonged to him. "What's up, bros?"

The dynamic shifted instantly.

Austin leaned back into his relaxed dominance, arms loose, grin sharp. Nick took up space—loud, physical, unfiltered. And Adam? He moved with effortless calm, fitting into place like the final piece of a puzzle.

"You made it," Austin said, smirking.

Nick flexed one arm casually. "You think I'd miss a pump with my boys?"

Adam chuckled and pulled out his phone. "Alright—squad shot. Let's make it official."

He took the selfie—all three flexing in front of the dumbbells.

They looked like gods.

Still on cardio, Eli listened in on their locker room banter. Nick was loud, throwing weight around with a theatrical grunt after every set. He thrived on attention, barking jokes and jabs, flexing whenever a mirror caught his form. Austin smirked along, occasionally adding a low comment that kept the rhythm going—cool, detached, but fully present.

Adam, meanwhile, balanced the chaos. Calm and precise, he moved between sets with silent discipline, re-racking Nick's weights without a word, adjusting posture when needed. He didn't compete for the spotlight—he just existed in it naturally. And somehow, that dynamic worked. Nick's storm, Austin's swagger, and Adam's grounded control—they weren't just friends, they were a unit. The kind Eli could never touch.

Nick moved on to dumbbell presses. Each rep was a performance. Sweat rolled down his chest as Adam hovered behind him, hands guiding for perfect execution.

"Keep it clean," Adam said. "Full range. No swing."

Nick grunted, pressing harder. After the set, he tossed the dumbbells down with a thunderous crash. "Fuck yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about!"

Then came the deadlifts. Every rep was a thunderclap. Every growl exaggerated. Adam coached him softly between breaths, calm and precise.

After the final set, Nick roared loud enough to echo across the gym. He stood tall, sweat clinging to every cut of his chest, breathing heavily—an animal momentarily satisfied.

Then his eyes found Eli again.

The moment stilled. Nick's smile faded, jaw setting. Without a word, he dropped the bar with a clang that made heads turn and stormed across the gym floor, his footsteps as heavy as his mood.

"You again?" he growled, voice low, teeth clenched. "You some little gym perv?"

Eli froze. His body stiffened, breath caught in his throat.

Nick advanced. "I catch you starin' one more time, I swear, I'll drag you outta here myself."

Before he could close the gap, Austin intercepted—cool and calculated.

"Chill, Nick," Austin said, blocking his path. "Didn't know some random dude could break your temper like that."

Nick's nostrils flared. "Bro, he's been watchin' me all day like I'm some strip show."

Adam joined them, calm as ever but with purpose in his tone. "What's going on here?"

"This boy here's about to get a lesson in boundaries," Nick snapped, eyes still locked on Eli.

Eli's eyes found Adam's, pleading silently. Adam's return gaze was calm and grounding. He offered a small smile—gentle, almost brotherly. A quiet message: I've got this.

Adam then slipped between Austin and Nick, placing himself directly in front of Eli. He flexed one arm slowly, each movement deliberate, and looked down at Eli with a smile that was all golden charm and quiet dominance.

"You think Eli's ready to suck me off?" he said, voice smooth, grin sharp like a knife wrapped in velvet.

For a heartbeat, the world stilled. Eli's breath caught.

That smile—so warm before—now dripped with something dark. The curtain was pulled back.

Eli's eyes darted to Austin, desperate for clarity—but all he saw was approval. The same look Austin wore when admiring his own reflection: proud. Possessive. Unapologetic.

Austin rested his arm on Adam's shoulder—casual, commanding. "What do you say, Eli? I let my boys test out some new pills. Ones that let them possess bodies—even without the natural gift. Then I gave them the same formula I used."

His smile curled, slow and deliberate.

"Let them borrow a few... golden specimens."

Suddenly, Nick roared like a wild animal, tensing every muscle group. "God, this dude is so full of pure aggression." He laughed like a maniac, checking out his reflection again. "But who cares when you look like that—glorious as fuck. Can't get enough. If I didn't keep these new instincts under control… well, let's just say you wouldn't be standing there, Eli. And I'm not even talking about his thoughts. Dark. Cocky. Just the way I like it." He smiled in a way Eli could only read as threatening.

He laughed to himself, then turned back to the mirror, grinning. "And this face... yeah, no wonder people cave the second I flash a smile. Guess how many pussies that smile has already brought me."

His gaze slid back to Eli, the mood shifting—cold, sharp. "But every time I see you? It just boils in me. Why'd you have to walk in—staring like the creep you are—right when all those memories kicked in?"

Adam's smile twisted—cool, sharp, but carrying a sneer just beneath the surface. "Stop your bitching, Nick. At least the guy you're riding wasn't some puppy-dog do-gooder. You think playing Mr. Perfect was fun for me?"

He shook his head, flexing his jaw as if shaking off a bad taste. "All that grinning. All that ‘Hey Eli, how's your day?' crap. I had to sit there pretending to give a damn—like I didn't want to roll my eyes every time he opened his mouth."

Adam glanced back at Eli now, his voice thick with sarcasm. "You seemed to love it though. Thought Adam was your sweet little gym hero, didn't you?" He laughed, but there was no warmth in it. "God, that act was suffocating. No wonder he was always so quiet."

He leaned forward, voice low and mocking. "Hope you enjoyed it, Eli. Because that version of me? Gone."

Austin stepped back, eyes gleaming. "You didn't really think I was gonna keep all the fun for myself, did you, Eli? Those pills cost a fortune. But for my boys? Worth every cent."

He winked at Eli.

"Now I've got the full squad. The new golden boys. And you? You get to watch."

Eli's world shattered.

All three jocks stood before him—smirking, flexing, reborn.

"Do you think anyone will stop us if he sucks us off here and now?" Austin laughed, and there was a certain curiosity in his voice.

Adam leaned in with that familiar warmth—the one Eli used to trust. His tone was soft, almost apologetic. "So, Eli… mind if I go first?"

He smiled kindly, just like the old Adam. "I mean, come on, I've always been nice to you, haven't I? Always friendly. Always respectful. The good guy."

He chuckled softly. "Bet I was your favorite squad member, huh? The one you looked up to while pretending not to drool."

Eli blinked, caught in the familiarity—until Adam's expression twisted.

The smile he wore—so warm, so practiced—snapped into something else. A sneer. Cold. Sharp.

"Yeah," Adam muttered, his voice dropping as his smile turned cold. "Fuck this Mr. Nice Guy act."

He stepped in closer, his body towering over Eli with casual dominance. His fingers came up—soft at first—brushing Eli's cheek in a mockingly gentle stroke.

"You liked it, though, didn't you?" he whispered. "That sweet, humble Adam. The one who smiled at you like you mattered."

Then his thumb pressed under Eli's chin, forcing his head up.

"So how about you thank me for all that fake kindness, huh? Get on your knees like the grateful little bitch you've always been."

He gave Eli's cheek a patronizing pat—more firm this time, like ruffling the hair of a child he barely tolerated.

"You never wanted Adam. You wanted me," he said, his voice like velvet draped over barbed wire. "to treat you like trash."

And with that, he smiled again.

In the background, a guy tried to pass the group—but Nick had already made it clear, with nothing more than a glare and a subtle shift in posture, that he needed to take the long way around. No room for questions. No room for interpretation.

"Gosh, fuckers," Nick muttered once the guy was out of sight, shaking his head. Then, with a mocking smirk, he turned to Adam. "Hope you're not planning to let him suck you dry. Just look at him—guy's practically shaking."

As Adam chuckled darkly, Nick took a slow, deliberate step back—circling around Eli like a predator eyeing weak prey. His heavy breath grazed the back of Eli's neck before he spoke.

"Just know," he growled, voice close now, breath hot against Eli's ear, "if you screw this up… I'll tear you apart."

Austin, watching from the side, let out a slow, amused breath—his smile tired, but proud.

————

The gym lights were soft in the late afternoon, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The room echoed with the rhythmic clank of weights and the distant thump of bass-heavy music. At the far end of the free weights area, Justin stood shirtless in front of the mirror, glistening with sweat.

He admired himself—shoulders pulled back, arms flexed just enough to make every vein pop. There was no shyness in his expression. No modesty. Just pure, wordless satisfaction. His shorts clung to his chiseled frame, abs contracting with every subtle movement. It wasn't just a glance—it was performance.

"Damn," he muttered, smirking as he twisted to check out his back. "What do you think, bro?"

Austin stood next to him, chewing gum with the same casual rhythm he always used when pretending not to be impressed.

"You've been killing it lately," he said—voice low, casual, but with a glint of approval.

Justin chuckled and struck a full front double biceps pose. The lighting carved definition into every groove, like a sculpture under a spotlight.

"Yeah? Think I finally caught up to you?"

Austin tilted his head, smirking. "Not yet. But you're definitely getting cockier. I'll give you that."

They both laughed.

"You always had it easy," Justin said, still locked on his own reflection. "The looks. The respect. Girls. Status. Guess I just had to figure out how to take some of that for myself."

Austin raised an eyebrow. "I doubt you have any trouble with girls."

"Of course not," Justin replied, flexing again with a cold, arrogant stare. "Just look at me."

Austin didn't respond right away. He nodded slowly, studying his brother through the mirror.

"You really like being you now, huh?" he asked finally, his tone more thoughtful.

Justin met his gaze. For just a flicker—barely a heartbeat—something else passed through his expression. Then the smirk deepened.

"Let's just say… I finally get why you enjoy walking around like a god," Justin said. "Can't blame me for loving it."

Austin let out a dry, knowing laugh. He slung his gym bag over his shoulder.

"Well, looks like you finally fit into my selected circle. Nick and Adam are already at my place. You coming?"

Justin didn't answer right away. He gave one last flex, ran a hand down the center of his abs, watching the muscles tighten beneath his touch. His smile, this time, wasn't just confident.

It was Eli's.

He turned to Austin, his voice calm—almost reverent.

"You always make sure I feel good, brother," he said, drawing out the last word with a knowing, intimate edge. "Don't think I'll ever get tired of that."

Austin grinned. "Wouldn't want you to."

"Damn, nice abs boy." I stated, admiring my new reflection in the car window.

I flexed my new muscles and admired my youthful face. I looked pretty damn sexy now. I took a selfie, making sure to keep the sunglasses over my eyes so no one would notice their new color.

"Hey Christian! What are you doing man?" One of his friends called me over, trying to get my attention.

"Uh, nothing man. I'll catch up in a minute." I called over, seeming to put him at ease as he turned around. "Just gotta admire the goods first. Hope you don't mind me wearing you around boy."

I put the tank top back over my torso and smirked one last time in the reflection. Time for a little fun being in my 20s again.

Aniversario

Una soleada tarde de primavera, una leve brisa entraba por las ventanas abiertas del apartamento de Michael. El hombre yacía boca arriba sobre su cama destendida, con nada más que un suspensorio puesto. El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor, resultado de su rutina de ejercicio matinal y el calor de la tarde. La luz de la habitación hacía los músculos de Michael resaltar aún más.

La habitación estaba bastante ordenada, a excepción de un poco de ropa sucia desperdigada por el suelo. El aroma masculino de Michael era perceptible en toda la habitación. Era el resultado de la mezcla de colonia, desodorante y sudor. A la mayoría le hubiera parecido un olor demasiado intenso, a algunos incluso repugnante, pero a Ernesto le encantaba ese olor. Lo único que Ernesto amaba más que el olor de Michael, era usar el cuerpo de Michael.

En la habitación contigua al cuarto, Ernesto se daba un baño refrescante. Por más que amara utilizar a Michael, el calor del ambiente hacía sofocante estar dentro de él por mucho tiempo. Para poder regular su temperatura, Ernesto tenía que salir un par de veces al día del interior de su anfitrión para darse un respiro. El agua tibia resbalaba por su rostro redondo y de barba desaliñada, hasta llegar a su abdomen globoso, y luego a sus piernas regordetas. La luz del sol que entraba al baño hacía relucir la pálida piel de Ernesto, haciéndole ver algo fantasmal.

Ernesto cerró la regadera y secó rápidamente su piel con la toalla de Michael. Michael estaba comenzando a despertar. Estaba desorientado, su memoria era muy nubosa. Lo último que recordaba era estar en una fiesta y tomar un par de cervezas, pero ahora estaba en su apartamento. Aunque, a decir verdad, de no ser por los muebles que reconocía a la perfección, no habría sabido en donde estaba. Todo el lugar estaba organizado de una manera diferente. Desde su closet, que ahora estaba empotrado al muro, hasta su cama, que antes estaba junto a la pared. Pero ahora estaba justo en el centro de la habitación, debajo de una extraña estructura de metal que seguramente serviría para sostener algo.

Aun tratando de entender el cambio en la habitación, Michael notó un cambio aún más importante. Recordaba perfectamente haberse afeitado el día anterior. A las chicas siempre les gustaba más su rostro limpio y cuerpo liso. Pero de alguna manera, todo su cuerpo se había cubierto de vello de la noche a la mañana. Había pelo por todos lados, incluso en sus axilas y entrepierna. Siempre había odiado tener un cuerpo tan peludo. Ahora tendría que salir a comprar crema para afeitar y varios rastrillos para poder eliminar todo el desastre que había sobre su piel.

Michael comenzó a frotar su cuerpo, notando aún más cambios. Su cuerpo parecía un poco más grande de lo que recordaba. Sus pectorales se habían vuelto más voluminosos. Sus piernas se notaban un poco más gruesas. Las venas de sus brazos eran más visibles de lo que recordaba. Era el avance de meses de ejercicio, pero de alguna manera lo había logrado de un día para otro. Como cereza del pastel, Michael vio dos enormes tatuajes, cada uno en un brazo diferente. El nunca marcaría su piel de manera permanente. Por alguna razón, los tatuajes no se veían recién hechos, por el contrario, cualquiera diría que les hacía falta un retoque.

Michael se bajaba de la cama cuando escuchó el ruido de la puerta del baño al abrirse. “Seguramente mi nena de ayer sigue aquí. Ya que no recuerdo nada de anoche, creo que una ronda matutina no estaría mal”, pensó Michael, emocionándose un poco. Su pene había comenzado a llenarse de sangre. El hombre abrió sus ojos como dos platos cuando del baño no salió una chica joven y sexy, sino una bola de grasa desnuda, bajita y muy blanca, parada despreocupadamente frente a él.

"Veo que estás despierto”, Dijo Ernesto en voz alta. “Bueno, disfrútalo. No volverá a ocurrir en mucho tiempo". Antes de que Michael pudiera reaccionar, Ernesto se lanzó contra él y lo tacleo, haciéndolo caer de nuevo a la cama. Michael trató de luchar, pero aún en su condición física, Ernesto era mucho más fuerte y ágil. Ernesto se levantó y tomó las piernas de Michael con sus manos. En un solo movimiento, el cuerpo musculoso de Michael quedó boca abajo. Las redondas y peludas nalgas de Michael estaban apuntando al techo, totalmente expuestas ante el pervertido hombre detrás de él.

“Esta pelea ha hecho que me emocione”, Dijo Ernesto mientras acariciaba su creciente miembro con una mano. Ernesto jaló a Michael al borde de la cama y se lanzó sobre su ancha espalda, usando su barriga para aprisionarlo contra el colchón. Aún contra tanto músculo, Ernesto no tuvo problemas para someter a Michael gracias a su peso. Ernesto alineó su pene ya erecto con el ano sudoroso de Michael, e inmediatamente comenzó a presionar hacia adentro. El agujero de Michael solo había sido utilizado por Ernesto, aún si el primero no lo sabía. Para Ernesto fue muy fácil abrirse paso por la estrecha entrada, introduciendo todo su miembro de un solo golpe.

Un gemido de dolor y placer se escapó de los labios de Michael. Ernesto movió sus caderas de adelante hacía atrás. Su pene por debajo del promedio casi se sale del ano de Michael en más de una ocasión. Michael se sentía asfixiado por el peso de Ernesto sobre él. Ernesto lograba tocar el punto G de Michael en algunos momentos, y de vez en cuando un leve gemido salía de los labios de Michael. Antes de que Michael siquiera se diera cuenta, las piernas de Ernesto ya se habían fusionado con las suyas. Solo las tonificadas y peludas piernas de Michael quedaron apoyadas en el piso a un lado de la cama.

Ernesto siguió empujando su cadera, y de un momento a otro, su pelvis se perdió en la de Michael. Ahora la cadera que se movía era la de Michael, y el placer que sentía se había incrementado exponencialmente. Su verga, hasta ahora flácida, había comenzado a levantarse dentro del suspensorio, y liberaba hilos de líquido preseminal en la tela. Michael ya no controlaba la mitad inferior de su cuerpo, pero podía sentir cada movimiento que esta hacía bajo el mando de Ernesto. En lo más profundo de su mente, una débil y familiar voz comenzó a resonar, le decía que este era su papel en el mundo, y que no le quedaba más que disfrutarlo.

El roce de las suaves sábanas de la cama estimulaba a Ernesto y Michael por igual. Ernesto bufó como toro al sentir la potencia del poderoso miembro que ahora controlaba. El pene de Michael era lindo, a Ernesto le gustaba verlo desde afuera, pero le encantaba poder sentir placer con él. A la vez que los bufidos de Ernesto se hacían más intensos, los gemidos de Michael también aumentaban en volumen y frecuencia. La cabeza de Michael era un desastre. Los instintos más básicos de su mente le decían que debía liberarse y correr. Al mismo tiempo la voz se hacía más y más intensa. La voz le repetía a Michael una y otra vez que debía dejarse llevar por el placer, que era su deber entregarse totalmente al desconocido.

Con un solo movimiento, Ernesto fusionó su gran vientre con el firme torso de Michael. La gran barriga de Ernesto se hundió dentro de Michael como si nunca hubiese existido. Ernesto empujó un poco más y logró dejarse caer completamente sobre los anchos hombros de Michael, y al hacerlo, también logró controlar sus brazos y sus manos en un solo movimiento. Ernesto usó los grandes y fuertes brazos de Michael para levantarse de la cama. Ahora el cuerpo de Michael tenía dos cabezas, por un lado estaba su cabeza original, y del otro estaba la del ladrón de cuerpos. Michael podía ver y sentir cómo su cuerpo se movía bajo la voluntad de Ernesto.

Ernesto caminó usando sus nuevas piernas gruesas para dirigirse hasta el espejo de cuerpo completo que tenía en el cuarto. Se paró frente a él y admiró su adquisición. Sin duda Michael había sido la mejor opción de todas las que tenía disponibles. Casi todas las partes del viril cuerpo de Michael estaban bajo el control de Ernesto, quien comenzó a flexionar sus brazos y a apretar sus pectorales peludos, enmarcando aún más la masa magra que ahora poseía.

La cabeza de Michael estaba inmóvil, pero con los ojos bien clavados en su reflejo. De vez en cuando, un gemido de placer salía de su garganta. En el interior, la conciencia de Michael no podía concentrarse en otra cosa que no fuera la voz. Era su propia voz hablándole en el interior. Decía que estaba siendo un buen contenedor para el amo. Decía que su deber era servir a su maestro sin importar qué. Decía que su cuerpo ahora era única y exclusivamente propiedad de su maestro. Michael ya no luchó más. Solo podía pensar en complacer a su raptor.

"Gracias por darme este gran cuerpo. Hoy es un día especial, así que te dejaré estar consciente. Así podrás ver cómo me hago cargo de él jeje", las bocas de Ernesto y Michael dijeron al unísono. Ernesto bajó las manos de Michael por todo su cuerpo. Una vez en sus caderas, tomó el elástico del suspensorio y lo dejó caer hasta sus tobillos. Con toda su gloria masculina al descubierto, Ernesto comenzó a masturbar su verga, que estaba tan firme como un mástil. Ambas cabezas comienzan a gemir y bufar a la vez. La mente de Michael aún era semi independiente, pero el resto de su cuerpo ya había sucumbido al control del ladrón.

“Hora del gran final", dicen Ernesto y Michael a la vez. Aún frente al espejo, Ernesto continuó masturbándose, usando su verga robada. El sudor salía de cada poro de la piel de Michael, y escurría por todas partes, funcionando como lubricante. Después de un par de frotamientos más, Ernesto pudo sentir que estaba a punto de correrse, y antes de soltar su carga, empujó su cabeza contra la de Michael, tomando el control total al mismo tiempo que dejaba su leche caliente y espesa por todo el espejo. Ernesto se dejó caer de rodillas y usó la lengua de Michael para limpiar hasta la última gota de semen del espejo. "Delicioso", dijo en voz alta para sí mismo.

El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor. Ernesto se levantó del piso, tomó la toalla que había usado para secarse previamente y se quitó el exceso de sudor de la piel. Rápidamente se vistió con un conjunto que tenía preseleccionado. Este era el comienzo de un gran día, un día de celebración. Después de todo, justo hace un año, Ernesto había dejado su trabajo como conserje y había robado el cuerpo y la vida del adinerado Michael, el DILF del edificio en el que trabajaba. Casi nadie notó la ausencia del conserje latino del edificio, y a los pocos días contrataron uno nuevo. Ernesto ya no tenía que preocuparse nunca por el dinero o tener un trabajo que involucrara esfuerzo físico. Sin duda, robar el cuerpo y vida de Michael fue la mejor idea que pudo haber tenido.

@malevessel requested this a long time ago but hey, better late than never

Essence of Men: Thad Hewitt

You think you can make a story about a criminal who possess the rich son of a family and uses his muscular body to throw the best parties in town and fuck all the girls he wants, and maybe smoke his father's cigars, while the young man can only watch from the back of his mind?

Thaddeus Michael Macpherson Erkskine Hewitt or Thad Hewitt for short is one of the most eligible bachelor in Sydney. He, by sheer fortunate fate of being born into his family, belong to the most elite social circle in one of the most expensive city to live in on Earth. So of course he grew up with silver spoon in his mouth and the refined palate for everything nice and upscale that his family money could afford. The best clothes, the best gadgets, the best vacation, only the best deserved to be tasted by the sole heir of the Macpherson Erskine-Hewitt lineage. As part of his parents plan to develop him into the rightful heir to their sprawling multi-sector enterprises, they sent him to the States for his university education, the isolation away from the scenes familiar to him might be helpful to help him become the adult his parents expected. Plus the higher studies in the States is just far more rigorous and opened up much more connection for him that might be beneficial for his future, but that's not why Thad is excited with the prospect from the very beginning

You see, as spoiled and well-fulfilled his wishlist to be, Thad is not necessarily the fitting stereotype of rich kids that blows through his parents money for sports car or fucking people as he pleased. In fact, he's the total opposite from it since he suspected himself to not necessarily be straight from the very beginning. Yes he had sex with girls in his batch a couple times before but he never really felt any kind of sparks or lust that the books described or movies portrayed. His crush to his best mate definitely never been explored because the repercussion would be massive so he's trapped in this limbo where he identified as straight since he fucked girls before and went hard for girls before, yet at the same time his mind really distracted a lot of times imaginimg about his best mate David or Cho sprawled around with no clothes on like the girls he fucked. The States provided him with an exciting experimentation ground alongside the anonymity and fresh scene for him to explore this conflicting desire of his. Yet, despite all that, he insisted to himself that he's probably straight.....or at worse bisexual and it was all simply a phase he would be finished with by the end of the day or somewhere in the near future. He just needed to try to verify it first.

But, as it turns out, after the first year in the States getting impaled by cocks — uncut or cut, clean-shaven or bushy, girthy 4 inches or long fuckstick that reached his deepest point — or simply giving those various meaty appendage a taste and a decent worship, he felt that the whole experience was really nice and liberating. Yes it's also painful and he recovered quite slowly, but he never experienced such euphoria until his eyes fluttered for a solid minute and his mind stopped thinking altogether as he just moaned like a bitch in heat or grunted in approval with every thrust. He explored with girls too that readily available for him with just a single wink and a little flirtatious dance in the club or the frat parties but it's just simply impossible to replicate such Earth-shattering sensation of getting fucked by another men or splitting open a dude's tight hole. The further he tried to think through about his sexuality, the more solid he determined himself to be not straight based on the way his mind reacted and the butterflies in his stomach flapped. And then he met Gabriel

Gabriel Blanco Ortega hailed from Spain and 2 years Thad's senior. He's studying to become a dentist and he finished his undergraduate from NYU with stellar performance that granted him with scholarship to attend Columbia free of charge. He's coolness personified, a very ambitious student yet also a very stunning human being with incredible emotional depth that can warm anyone's heart upon first sighting with his incredibly charming smile and easy-going personality. They stumbled on a mutual party once and hit it off ever since as they found out a lot of similarities and character traits that just matched between them. Gabriel is an only child from families filled with doctors so the expectation to carry the family legacy seemingly align between them. Other than that, they both love horchata and enjoyed reading analysis of museum pieces, plus they have this love-hate relationship with working out as both of them are fitness junkie but not to the level of becoming an outright gymbro. Gabriel is Thad's first openly acknowledged boyfriend while Thad is just one out of many dudes that Gabriel dated ever since his arrival to the States around 5 years ago. But, the spark between them was clearly undeniable so the usually reserved and observant Gabriel quickly brought their relationship to the next level, inviting Thad to his usual hangout spaces, apartment unit and even brought Thad around to parties to meet more senior colleague of his. Thad happily embraced his role practically being the "trophy" and Thad enjoyed these outings even more as Gabe usually ended it with a quick trip to this bodega they frequented a lot to tame down their hangover or late night cravings followed by lustful sex in Gabe's bedroom where Thad usually found himself reaching Nirvana as Gabe rode him till kingdom comes and Thad only saw whites.

In one usual day around the summer break between his 2nd and 3rd year, Thad lazily read some magazine in Gabe's living room while waiting for Gabe to return from his meeting with his supervisor. It's been 2 days since they met due to Thad's parents visit that occupied all his time but now he's available for Gabe once more. Gabe entered the apartment briskly and without even saying hi or anything to Thad. He even slammed his bedroom door and a loud thudding clearly heard from his bed. Confused and yet concerned, Thad asked Gabe what happened and is there anything he can helped him with but he refused to talk to him and even told Thad to give him some space.

"Unless you are a dentist, don't fucking talk to me," Gabe even said, which surprised Thad because Gabe never dismissed him this harshly

So space he gave, but Thad never expected that the space meant a literal 7 days of no contact that made him worried sick. So, he swung by Gabe's apartment only to be surprised with a girl walking out from Gabe's apartment clearly just finished from a one-night stand. He confronted Gabe with not only the betrayal but also what on Earth happened to him.

"Is it space or is it a fucking pussy that you need? So much bullshit for a fucking space," remarked Thad with anger from the get go as if he's ready for a fight

"It's not like what you think. She's just a friend, I swear to God," pleaded Gabe, trying to make Thad understands

"A friend that walked out from your apartment at 7 in the morning with hickeys on her neck? Do you think I'm dumb?" Thad confronted Gabe further

"I let her stay in my unit because it was too late. Daniela dated Perry, you know Perry and how fucking brutal that dude is when he's drunk, horny or both," explained Gabe, slightly exasperated but his tone clearly sounded more dejected and defensive rather than apologetic

"I don't buy that explanation, sorry. Plus, leaving me in silence for days with no updates, are you crazy? That is so unlike you, Gabe," exclaimed Thad

"Well....you got that right," Gabe said, all in a sudden sounding cold and menacing

"What right?" inquired Thad with his eyebrow furrowed

"That keeping you out of loop and far away is such an abnormal behavior coming from Gabe. I'm not Gabe after all, so maybe that's why," Gabe answered dryly

"What the fuck are you talking about?" replied Thad puzzled and stammered

"As I said, I'm not really Gabe, and I think you look pretty fucking decent for my brother, Martin. He's a familiar face, don't worry," Gabe said coldly with a smirk as he revealed a syringe from his pocket

"You don't have brother, Gabe.....what the fuck is this?"

"Enough with the banter, time to make you ours,"

Thad tried to ran out from the apartment but his coat easily grabbed by Gabe and with a hard pull, Thad fell backward and ended up right between Gabe's feet. With ease, Gabe injected the syringe to sedate Thad right on his neck and within seconds, Thad slurred out pleading for mercy before he passed out entirely

When Thad woke up, he's already buck naked and sprawled on top of Gabe's bed, with the dude working behind the counter at the bodega they frequented also buck-naked and seemingly ready to seed Thad's hole judging from his slick towering hard cock.

Martin is his name, if his memory served him right. So many things remained unexplained for Thad, yet when the invading cock entered his hole with such a powerful force he's never used to, his mind went blank as the pain override every single thoughts of his and caused him to scream out loud as if he's birthing a child or something. His stubborn hangover from the sedative and the Earth-shattering pounding really caused him to not be able to think straight as he just yelled for Martin to stop sinking his cock deeper to no avail. When he thought the agonizing pain from the cock penetrating deeper supposedly stopped, Thad opened his eyes and just mouthed a surprised reaction as he still felt it burrowed deeper beyond the deepest point he thought possible. His eyes rolled to the back in instance as the sensation reached a point that his body simply never experienced. He also realized that he's been listening to nothing but some sort of foreign incantation that enabled this whole sequence to happen. He felt warmer, like he's inside a sauna but it's his inside that felt the warmness while his body shooting buckets of sweat. That's also when he lost his ability to speak altogether as his mouth just gaped open with drool flowing out freely like a fountain while something definitely supernatural happened to him. As his rolled white eyes started to get tainted with darker hue, Martin roar turned louder and before long, he roared as he reached his climax and Thad's eyes rolled back with mischievous sparkle now visible in his eyes. Basically, aside from the seed that coated his inside to give him the core strength passed down through generations of the people of the land, Martin's essence transported alongside the massive eruption his cock ejected into Thad's hole. In literal seconds, as Martin's roar stopped and his body went limp, Thad roared as he returned back alive with a different driver on the driving seat of his consciousness. His cock also spurted out the delayed cum that's been holding on right at the tip of his cock like a fucking geyser, making one hell of a huge mess he didn't plan to make in the first place when he welcomed Martin inside.

His empty original skin has served him well and he's been too close to danger when he messed around with the sister of one of the more powerful mafia family in New York City. He needs something fresh, and Thad seemed like a very proper exit and might provide a new, easier beginning for Martin judging from the information he gathered while observing him and Gabe. His younger brother, Juan, already moved into Gabe earlier on the week, which caused the behavioral change on Gabe, but both men has been eyeing the two lover from the first time they walked in together to the bodega owned by their uncle.

Much to Martin's delightful surprise, Thad is way more loaded than he expected and even boasted powerful connection with the likes of British royal family, the energy oligarch from across the globe and some of the most powerful socialite in New York City and other metropolitan on Earth thanks to his oil heiress mom and coal-mining tycoon father. Martin studied Thad's entire life while laying naked on top of his cum-splattered silk sheet. The phone rings, the bell, the way the sun already set once more outside, he ignored everything in his pursuit to learn everything Thad. When the morning sunrise appeared once more, he stood up from his bed, stretched his back, and smirked to his reflection in the mirror. There's just no way anyone would notice anything different, he thought to himself as he mouthed seductively to the mirror

"Thad Hewitt, nice to meet you,"

Gabe appeared right by his side with tray of warm food and calming tea, he's equally excited that his brother has joined him for the transference to left their old life behind.

"Wait.....by the way. I can still hear Gabe in the back of my mind weeping because I literally looked like on the process to throw all his hard work away by ditching dental school, what about you, any noise from Thaddeus?"

"Oh Thad is also weeping and begging, but more to get a chance to hug his lovely Gabe rather than for his life. Guess he doesn't really care what ever the fuck I'm going to do with his body and his look,"

"Well, we can do a brotherly hug, it doesn't need to be homo despite the two of them are actually like that,"

"Why would I satisfy him and his pleading? You know what, I have better plan. Let's see how crazy they react when we plow pussies using their bodies,"

"Oh Gabe was livid when I pounded that chick Daniela. But it just made it super hot you know, her calling me Gabe while the real Gabe screamed for mercy to have control back over his body. You are going to really enjoy that sick and twisted mind game bro,"

"Oh that sounds solid. Fuck bro, you can really just ditch that bullshit dentist career and work for me. Thad got billions to cover his spending and I'm about to tap into the source and drained the shit out of it,"

"Yeah, I figured from Gabe's memories how Thad told him about a glimpse of his life but when I listened to you recollecting his memories, damn bro, I knew right then and there I would just stop going to school altogether LOL,"

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That was 2 years ago, and as Martin expected, despite everyone's initial shock on the altered behavior, he's in the end of the day seen as Thad Hewitt that learned how the rich and powerful should really behave after learning from his American socialite friends, or so the folks back home thought.

His spending became astronomical as he moved to the literal Billionaire's Row after convincing his parents that it's a good property investment rather than keeping him in a rented Greenwhich Village apartment unit that he begged in the past because it was lowkey and provided him with privacy. His parents argued why on Earth he wanted to be flashy and seen all of a sudden and he simply replied that it's about time that the family business branched out to the States and involved in other sector other than mining and energy. He needed the initial splash to garner attention and made a mark so he can get the media buzz around it. That move to his 61st floor unit in the most expensive property in the United States per square footing followed by a ridiculous spending on furnitures, gadgets, wardrobe, personal care and a lavish sport car upgrade he requested for graduation present. Everything Thad wanted, Thad got it.

He even managed to get his parents to eventually supported him to explore the business ventures he wanted to do, which consisted of him hiring his "friends" to make "social media marketing agency" with all the coolest gadgets and apps to support their work and get the biggest client possible and also an event organizing company for the elites where he would plan parties for the folks in Billionaire's Row. Of course he didn't really work in any of it, he paid people to do those jobs as his parents injected fund literaly could pay their operational bill for years while also a fucking fat paycheck for him and Gabe on the side as long as he managed it right. He also invested some of the slush fund that his parents moved to him for crypto like the typical overloaded son of bitches that is not afraid to lose a couple million dollar here and there as long as it made him look cool and enabled him to talk BS to an impressionable audience.

Tonight is the 2nd anniversary of Hewitt Ortega ventures and Thad opened the entire 45th floor of the same tower where he lived for all his guest as no one bought the unit yet for his celebration. The entire bottle of liquor from his favorite bar in Soho plus one of the barrell of his family Argentinian, Californian and Australian vineyard brought to the celebration alongside endless canapes from one of his trusted caterer and connection Laurence. He even brought out the Cuban cigar stash he bought with his first major trading profit that he cashed out right away.

Aside from all the employees/friends that attended, he invited some of the major clients that used his service and also some VC buddies he made along the way as he also started to look at the idea to become an angel investor for some growing startup. Martin Rodriguez might not speak finance or upper class lingo fluently, but Thad Hewitt was born bathed in it so he faced not a single problem to mingle with all the folks and even dominated the conversation. A seductive glance from one of the hotter babes of the night attracted Thad to see where it will lead to, so he swiftly put down the cigar and excused himself away from his VC bros and instantly charmed his way to greet the seductress

"Hey there, you are working for Hannah Reuben, right? Alyssa?"

"Arisa,"

"Oohhh...Japanese......exquisite. Mixed with Brazilian? Let me guess, born in Brazil too?"

"You know your woman, huh?"

"Oh....I make it my business to be open-minded and well-informed about it. Enjoying your night?"

"Yeah, but it can be better, I believe,"

"Well, I can assure you, it's better at the 61st floor,"

"Is that an invitation, Mr. Hewitt? How about your guests?"

"Oh, Gabe and the others can handle them. After all, depending on you, we can be gone for 30 minutes or 1 hour. Most of them didn't last even 30 minutes,"

"So I heard. Let's put that to the test, shall we?"

Right as they entered the elevator and even before the door closed, Thad's mouth already sucked on her neck while his hands already groped her boobs as it slides in effortlessly past through the Alaia dress and her lacey Victoria's Secrets. His hard on pressed through his suit pants and the personal assistant to the star sculptor moaned his name as she can sense the snaking monster behind her

"Oh fuck Thad, you better fuck me as hard as the others,"

"Oh I'm not planning to do things differently,"

Donor Update!

A special update because Donation Found! received over 100 likes! That's more than I would have ever thought.

After five months, Turnaround Technologies is checking in with some early swap cases. Today we're going to check in with Ryder and Pervus. Let's take a look at some of their update casefiles!

As you can see, both men are finally falling in to their new roles. They've been fully adjusted and are starting to accept that the swap is locked in! Curiously, while the Beta Subject has expressed interest in swapping again, we have had to reiterate that the intensity of the process means an individual can only do it once. Ah well, I'm sure he's enjoying his new position as Dr. Pervus Fondler.

Let's check in:

Dr. Fondler: Unnngh. Oh no, I feel so soft and weak. No one even looks at me twice anymore. Guys I could have picked up so easy before sneer at me and I'm completely invisible to women. All I do is jerk off to pictures of my old body! I'm doing exactly what Pervus the Perv used to do but now I'm the perv. Oh God!

Well, it sure sounds like he got what he wanted. No one is looking at him as a sexual being at all. Surely this will provide deeper, less superficial connections. We then asked him to rate Turnaround Technology services and he gave us a solid 9! ...on a scale of 9-10 and we take his "1" as a "9" as per our standard operating procedure.

We also see that he has been getting regular updates from the Alpha subject. While this may be troubling, we have allowed the contact lines to remain open and will monitor the results for our research:

We asked the Alpha Subject why he desired to keep a line of contact open with the Beta Subject. This was his response:

Ryder Strong: Well, first, look at my ass. Wouldn't you share that as much as you could? I also think he needs to be regularly reminded of the life he left behind so he'll be more satisfied with the life he now has. Imagine the relief of never going to a pool party, a gym, or worrying about all that pesky sex again!

As a result of these findings we asked our Alpha Subject - or Ryder - to send a picture of himself attending one of those pool parties to our Beta Subject - or Pervus. We had a camera ready to capture the real time response.

You can tell Dr. Fondler is horrified. The vapid, image obsessed, sex filled lifestyle he used to possess is now completely someone else's burden. Sure, he'll never experience it again, but at what cost? We tired to reassure him that the donor was aware of what he was doing and that since the swap was permanent there was nothing to be done.

Don't worry, Pervus. Sure, you have over $200,000 of debt you still owe us for your, uhm, upgrade. But we can assure you...

Those burdens are no longer yours. You rightly traded them away to someone who was better equipped to handle it. Now enjoy your new life... and pay the fuck up.

Turnaround Technologies is always looking for donors and for men who need an escape from their old lives. Maybe your bodybuilding diet is too much, maybe you're tired of modeling, maybe you're like Ryder and tired of people treating you well just because you're a smokeshow. Get your donation today. Turnaround Technologies: Deserved, Permanent, Irreversible.