elegantcandydragon

[elegantcandydragon]

Skillful Masseuse

A gift for @mindmelter

"How does he feel? All good inside of him?"

"Man.....you really did some number down there. Fuck, my mind feels foggy, I think you really managed to squeezed out every last bit of him that I don't want to consume,"

"Yeah well, practice makes perfect. You are like....what, my 78th guy or something? It's unacceptable if I cannot empty a guy consistently by the time I reached the 50th guy. Ah, yeah, the 50th guy, that was the biggest one, and the one giving me the toughest fight,"

"Well, entertain me while I recover then. Tell the story,"

"Oh, okay. So, it's this guy named Tamir. A big tank of a guy, Russian or something along those lines. As you know, I never started from the face for direct takeover rightaway, I started it as a real massage to lower their guard down. But of course I lathered your kind all over the body so you guys can scan the body first and absorb all the muscle memory while numbing it to the point of temporary paralysis. I think he noticed something is wrong right away because he immediately grunted

"Grrr.....why the fuck...uhhh... your oil is so fucking cold??? This is like...ffhhhuuuhh.... fucking frost bite,"

"It's what makes it special, just calm down sir. This will start to feel real good soon," I said to him back then to calm him down.

Yes he eventually calmed down, but moments later, when I lathered your kind on his neck, he started to tremble as he realized that his whole body already stiffened.

It was too late, of course, and soon I witnessed the whole liquid merged into one form and moved upward. Imagine my surprise when he flailed like a fish getting captured, his body trembled violently I thought it would snap in half and he even fell from the massage board! I legit thought your kind failed to tame him, I almost sprayed an entire bottle to his face out of panic. But luckily, he dropped back to the floor like a log as your kind rolled into his wide-open mouth. Of course he then proceeded to gave me the harshest fuck I ever received, I was unable to walk normally for 4 days and have to cancel some appointment because of that. He, being inside a shady businessman, just chuckled when I confronted him about my injury and simply thrown me 20,000 dollar as if it was nothing

"Just shut up and keep on converting, whore. You're not going to talk back to my kind as if we did not pay you back way better than what you serviced us," he said to me

"Wow, that's rude," lamented the latest client, towel already dropped to the floor

"Yeah, very. But he humiliated me further when he pointed out about my raging hard-on,"

"HAHAHAHAHAH, you got hard from all that? Man, that's on you! Me, if I got disrespected like that, oh I wouldn't let that slide,"

"Well, I did inform the most senior out of all of you for the 50th guy verbal insult. Let's just say, he got punished properly for crossing the line against me,"

"Oh fuck......what happened?"

"Oh, you'll know by yourself later. Your kind love to tell stories and gather around in country clubs etc. acting like you are talking about big business stuff when you are all just in fact sharing sex stories and scandals of your own kind. My message is, just don't be a dick to me and you'll be fine,"

"But I can put a dick inside of you, and I'll be totally fine, right?" smirked the taken over scientist, his cock elongated to a decent 7 incher and throbbed excitedly

"How else you guys would pay me after all?" Andrew said with a smirk, the fateful encounter earlier this year really turned everything around for him

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Andrew has been a masseuse for the past 2 years, but his clientele remained small and he required an extra job just to stay afloat, especially with the cost of living that skyrocketed. Of course he would never expect that somehow his massage oil package got tainted by a mad scientist with a confidential project currently worked on by NASA.

Surprised to see the ripped package in his front porch after his day job, plus the fact that he got an appointment later that evening with no more oil left, Andrew decided not to complain or requesting refund about the opened packages.

Everything went per usual. The client, named Zaid, is a regular, so he casually just stripped to his underwear and let Andrew worked his way. Just imagine Andrew's surprise when his client that seemed fine for the earlier part of the massage suddenly started to speak about the stiffness all over his body.

Andrew checked the bottle of the oil and the expiry still lasted for some times, so this is not the oil issue. Is it his movement, then? When he started to get frantic, his surprise doubled when a translucent, viper-like creature the size of a pencil hovered right below Zaid's lips. That viper-like creature, within seconds, then jabbed itself into Zaid's nose and that made him yelled in pain. That's when the creature split into two and infiltrated Zaid from both his mouth and his nose. It all happened so quickly, Andrew didn't even manage to scream as he just froze in his place, thinking that his client just died under his watch caused by some kind of freak creature. But everything turned out to be far from over as the once-screaming-and-writhing Zaid calmed himself down before opening his eyes. That's when Zaid then said

"Hello, human. Nice to meet you,"

And of course Andrew passed out

He woke up with the morning light already entered the apartment, only to realize that he's no longer in his apartment and Zaid is walking around shirtless

"Oh hey there you, finally, you wake up!"

"Oh God, Zaid, are you okay? Your body no longer feel stiff? What about that creat---"

"Pssst.....stop that. Here, let me show you what I've learned while you fell asleep,"

And that afternoon, not only Zaid shared about all his findings, he also revealed that the he's actually no longer Zaid, as the viper-like creature is already in control of his body. It explained its origin, the test NASA conducted on them and the experimentation they conducted, the mechanics on the takeover, and how Zaid already take the decision to uproot Andrew from his flat and take the masseuse under his wing

"Zaid here got plenty of friends that can be used for my kind. Will you kindly help us?"

And so, the takeover spree started. The easiest one? Zaid's roommate who was surprised when Zaid revealed that they would have additional occupant in the apartment. When the roomie protested, Zaid just sprayed him with the oil right on his face as it then stiffened moments later.

"This makes for a quick takeover, but I find it not as hot as when you unknowingly rubbed my kind all over the human body. I want you to use that skillful hand of yours and give those oblivious human the most pleasure possible before they realized how fucked they are,"

His taken over roomie quickly agreed,

"I have to rub one out before finally feeling this good. So, stick to your method and ensure all our kind received this Earth-shattering entrance as they ride on that orgasmic wave of pushing over the last remnant of the original owner of the bodies, okay? Melt their mind into cum!"

That's exactly what Andrew did ever since. With Zaid and his roommie giving rave reviews about Andrew, soon, Andrew's clientele grew massively. It reached stratospheric high he never dared to dream before thanks to the alien-converted men that endorsed him despite Andrew's so-so massaging skill. But, practice indeed makes perfect and Andrew indeed gets better at his craft with more clients handled by him as his hands methodically kneading, cupping and applying pressure with his special oil all over the body of his clients.

When they got too comfortable and their bodies already numb, that's when the alien strikes and mere minutes later, a brand new entity is in possession of the fine studs. Have they ever seen it coming? Up until now, none, never, not once, based on the memory reading of the possessed. All of them too relaxed to even put up a fight, not even the strongest man can get out from the trap and most of them even thought that the massage was that good, their body turned hella weak.

With still a bottle left, Andrew is about to finish his duty helping the alien. But it's not like the alien ever thinking to dispose him. Instead, the alien wanted to introduce Andrew to their savior. Based on their latest intel, the scientist is alive but he's in hiding as countless government organization is on the lookout for him and also still searching where the heck the scientist disposed the last surviving bits of the alien samples. Of course they will never suspect the alien samples to be poured into 5 different bottle of massage oil in a random New Mexico's suburb.

[elegantcandydragon]

Bro looks in the mirror and admires his hairy brown body, a gift from his rudel to make him an inseparable part of the Bro collective, not just mentally.

[elegantcandydragon]

A God's Tongue

“Alright, you ready?” Ahmed asked as he got on his knees. His roommate Kyle helped himself onto his bed and stripped down.

“More than ready! Thanks again man, seriously, you’re the best!”

Kyle stroked his flaccid cock until it began hardening up to full mast. Once it was sufficiently hard enough, Ahmed brushed off Kyle’s hand and took a hold of his cock himself. He looked at the long, pink member with hungry eyes. He smacked his lips with his tongue. Ahmed was ready to go down on his roommate right then and there, but then a slight hesitation in his mind stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” Kyle asked.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this tonight. Aren’t you worried I’m transforming you too much? This’ll be the third time this month! What if something happens to you?”

Ahmed backed away from the bed. Suddenly, the idea of his magic tongue horrified him. He doesn't know how he developed such a strange ability, but Ahmed had the power to temporarily transform anything (or anyone) he wanted by licking it. Ahmed hated his tongue. It made eating unnecessarily difficult and hook ups practically impossible. He swore to keep his magic tongue a secret until the day he died. However, after a night out drinking, Ahmed accidentally hooked up with Kyle and turned him into an adonis. He hoped it would just be a one time thing, but Kyled begged him to transform him again. Although he initially refused, Ahmed eventually warmed up to the idea when he realized it was his chance to finally hook up without someone finding out about his powers. They formed a mutually beneficial arrangement: Kyle got to be a Greek god, while Ahmed got the sex he craved but couldn't have because of his tongue.

It was originally supposed to be a once-a-month thing. Ahmed's tongue could only do temporary transformations. But everytime Ahmed used his power on Kyle, he noticed there was something inexplicably off about his roommate. Sure, Kyle's body returned back to normal after a few days, but his personality started changing too. He became angry, anxious, and even aggressive at times. Ahmed wasn't sure what exactly was going on inside his roommate's mind and he was worried his tongue had something to do with it.

“Nahh I'll be fine!!" Kyle chuckled. "You worry too much, Ahmed! Nothing bad has ever happened in all the times we've done this, right?"

"Well, no, I guess not."

"Exactly! It'll be fine. If anything, we'll just do it one more time and then we'll take a long break... Sound good?"

Ahmed looked up and saw Kyle smiling at him. His reassurance helped calm his nerves. But despite Kyle's affirmation, doubt still lingered in his mind. Ahmed hesitated, but after Kyle made his erect cock twitch at him, he ultimately decided one more transformation couldn't hurt. He wrapped a hand around Kyle's boner, stood up, and kissed him firmly on the lips.

The two men exchanged rough kisses as they pressed their bodies against each other, grunting and groaning as they did so. Kyle then opened his mouth, granting Ahmed the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Ahmed's tongue was magical in more ways than one. He knew how to use his tongue well. Ahmed had no problem dominating Kyle's tongue as he took the leading role in their makeout sess. Kyle groaned with delight as Ahmed licked and sucked away at his tongue. As he did so, Ahmed's magic tongue activated and Kyle began to transform. His jawline became wider and sharper as it morphed into a more squared off jaw with some slight stubble to complete his more overtly masculine look. His nose grew thicker and wider until a hooked nose replaced his small, button nose. His cheekbones filled in and grew more pronounced, giving him a ruggedly handsome face. All the while his face began getting darker in skin tone too. His blond, wavy hair darkened until they were jet black and with curls. Darker features were something Ahmed's tongue had never done before, but they were both too caught up in the heat of the moment to even notice.

Ahmed pulled his lips away from Kyle's lips and moved down to his neck. He planted his lips against the left side of his body. He then began licking, sucking, and biting playfully at his neck until hickies began to form, then switched over to the right side.

"Nrgghh fuckk..." Kyle whispered. The heat coming from Ahmed's wet mouth felt good against his neck. His hands gripped the bed sheets as he felt his neck grow thicker and darker with every lick Ahmed gave him. Ahmed ran his tongue from the top of his shoulder blades to the edge of his jawline, causing his shoulder muscles to tighten and thicken. Within seconds, Kyle's back transformed into that of a linebacker thanks to Ahmed's magic tongue. Ahmed moved over into Kyle's armpits next. He stuck his nose into his pit and sniffed his musk. He then licked the crevice if his pits, causing thick black hair to sprout in until Kyle had rank jungles in his underarms. From there, Ahmed slid over to his arms and bit him. He bit and licked all over until Kyle's biceps grew into firm, melon-sized cannons with thick forearms to boot. He licked and licked until veins all throughout Kyle's arms throbbed with strength.

Ahmed continued making his way down Kyle's torso. He stopped at his chest. He licked his nipples until they grew pointy, then proceeded to slip his pec into his mouth and sucked away at his nipple. Kyle's toes curled and his pupils rolled back as Ahmed suckled away at his growing chest. The pleasurable sensations were making him break a sweat. Ahmed didn't mind it though. He was having the time of his life too. The sweat added a slightly salty taste to Kyle's tits. He could feel Kyle's pectoral muscles grow heavier in his mouth as he sucked too, giving his hands something to grab and squeeze as he focused his mouth on his nips. Once he felt Kyle had a suitable set of hefty pecs, Ahmed moved down further to his abdominal region. Ahmed then proceeded to trace the outline of his abs with his tongue. Kyle's flabby stomach region swelled with muscle mass until his abs began popping out one by one like freshly popped popcorn.

In no time flat, Kyle's body had undergone two major transformations. His muscles swelled and grew while also growing darker in color until Kyle had become a muscular Arab god. Every lick Ahmed gave Kyle was pushing him further and further away from his original identity.

Unfortunately, both Ahmed and Kyle were too busy enjoying themselves notice Ahmed was inadvertently changing his roommate's race into his own. Ahmed got back down on his knees with Kyle's cock in hand. He slipped his pink head into his mouth and began licking away at it. He started slowly at first, then gradually made his way down Kyle's lengthy rod inch by inch. All the while Ahmed made sure to use his tongue generously.

"Mmm yeah just like that... Keep sucking that big dick!" Kyle purred, Ahmed moaned in response. He sunk back against the bed as Ahmed's wet mouth wrapped tightly around his hard cock. The sensual feeling of Ahmed's thick, bushy beard pressing against the cleanly shaved base of his cock drove him mad with pleasure. Kyle ran his fingers through his roommate's hair as Ahmed alternated between swirling and licking the sensitive tip of his dick like a melting popsicle, sending rippling sensations throughout his groin every time he did so.

"Ohhh fuckk..! It's happening..!!" Kyle said with bated breath. He threw his head back as he felt a new surge of blood rush into his already erect cock, causing it to grow thicker and heavier by the second.

"Mmmph!!" Ahmed gagged against the expanding cock in his mouth. Suddenly, Kyle's dick was long enough to press against the back of his throat but he refused to give up. He took in a breath through his nose and continued deepthroating Kyle's member until his nose touched his pubis. With his length already pushing 8 inches, Ahmed's magic began affecting Kyle's balls too. They grew and grew until they hung low, heavy with cum.

"Ahhh..! Ahhh..! FUCK!! Ohhh....!!!"

Kyle squirmed from the building pressure in his junk. His body was becoming more muscular and Arab by the second! His balls were practically twitching, begging him for release! Kyle knew how uncomfortable transformation could be, but it was never this powerful before. He knew something was wrong. Amidst waves of pleasure, he opened his eyes and was shocked at what he saw. He had become the muscular adonis again just like he wanted, but his body had unexpectedly become brown too!

"What the fuck..? Noooo...!!"

The darker skin tone was slowly but surely spreading up the length of his pink dick. Kyle tried patting Ahmed in a desperate attempt to stop him, but he took it a sign to not stop sucking him off. Kyle tried to fight it, but between the bomb head and the transformation pains, his body seized up. All he could do was brace himself as his cock twitched and rumbled until he finally shot loads of cum down Ahmed's throat. The moment he pumped out the first load, the growing melanin surged throughout the rest of his body. His legs spasmed as his feet grew bigger and wider until he had smelly, size 14 feet. He had been completely transformed from head to toe.

"Ahhh man! That was good!!" Ahmed swallowed Kyle's load then got up from his knees. "That was more intense than last time! How do you- what the fuck!? Who are you!!"

Ahmed jumped back when he saw the new Arab Kyle laying out in front of him. Kyle held a hand against his temples.

"What are you yelling for... It's me!"

"Kyle!?"

"Who else?"

"But... No! That can't be! You were just supposed to become muscular! Now you look like one of my cousins!!"

"I don't know what to tell you man... Your tongue transformed me, so now I'm gonna look like this for the next couple of days."

The two men shared looks. Kyle held a serious expression while Ahmed looked like he was ready to pass out.

"Well... I guess you're just gonna look like this for a while. Are you gonna be okay?" Ahmed asked.

"Yeah man! I'll be fine!" Kyle flashed Ahmed a smile, but it still took him a while to actually calm down. But once he did, he left the room anxious while a sinister smirk began to form on 'Kyle's' face.

"That fucking idiot..." 'Kyle' said in perfect Arabic. "It took me a long time to squeeze out enough magic out of that fool, but I'm finally fully adjusted to this body!!"

Zahid flashed a grin to himself as he flexed his new body. He was more than happy with the results of his hard work. As he did so, an idea struck him.

"The God's tongue is wasted on someone foolish and cowardly like him... Looks like I'm gonna need one more favor from you, Brother."

The same smirk from before returned to Zahid's face as he looked at himself proudly in the mirror. One that Ahmed had no idea he was responsible for creating with his magic tongue.

[elegantcandydragon]

Mohammed

For the love of Arab men, I love to wear their skin. The rich tone seems to keep me warmer at night. I found Mohammed at the airport. Although his destination in my collection wasn’t what he planned it’s what I desired. I don’t know what his hopes and dreams were. But at this point, they never mattered.

[elegantcandydragon]

"Don't be so scared, boy. I'm not going to hurt you," Karim slid his finger under my chin and delicately tilted my head up, guiding my gaze upward until our eyes met. In that moment, the whole world seemed to stop and every sound muted except for the pounding of my heart and the sound of our breaths. His eyes were concentrated on me and the corner of his mouth was raised in a slight smirk. "I noticed how submissive you are from the moment, I first met you. It so obvious how you're craving for a Man to take control of you. But you don't have to worry anymore or pretend that it's not true. Now, open your mouth, boy"

I obeyed and Karim spitted into my mouth. He gently pressed my chin up to close my mouth, "Swallow it". In any other situation I would be so disgusted but right now I couldn't even think about disobeying Karim's orders. He looked at me with a satisfied smile and gently patted me on the cheek, "Good boy".

[elegantcandydragon]

Shower down low

[elegantcandydragon]

Still Moist

I’ve been watching Mohammed for sometime now. I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to harvest. I think now is the perfect time. He just got done with his gym routine and is heading to the showers. I want to get a hold of him before that happens. It was just my luck, we were the only two people in the shower room. I inject him immediately and drag him into dressing room. He is still moist from his workout. I didn’t want to lose any of his musk for his husk. I slipped into his skin, still warm and wet. I put on his dirty gym clothes and take a picture. I love being a smelly hairy Arab man. I don’t think I’m ever gonna wash this bodysuit. My new smell is intoxicating.

[elegantcandydragon]

You Will Possess Me

"Alright, that should be the last of it."

Yosef was sealing the lid on a Mason jar after he completed a house visit. He used his strength to seal the jar as tight as he could. Inside the jar was a mass of blue slime, and although it could glow in the dark, it didn't move while it was trapped.

"You should be good to go now," Yosef said to his client while he set the jar aside. His client was laid out naked on his bed, breathing heavily and face flushed.

"Thank you...... So much..... You're..... Lifesaver...." the naked man said in between exhales. He then extended his arm to give Yosef a handshake. Although Yosef was glad to be able to help another possessed person escape their ghost, he was repulsed by this gesture and turned it down.

"I'm not touching that until you shower with hot water. God knows what you got up to last night..."

After exchanging goodbyes, Yosef helped himself out the door. He walked to his car with the jar in hand. Yosef opened the passenger door and tucked the jar into the seat with a safety belt on. He then pulled out a beer and proceeded to chug it down in one smooth motion. Afterwards he threw the can down the street and let out a loud burp. Yosef sniffed his breath and groaned.

"When did I have Taco Bell? Weird..."

While Yosef downed that beer, the slime inside the jar began to glow a faint blue light. It caught Yosef's attention, and he rolled his eyes at the sight of it.

"What's the matter? You want this?" Yosef then teased the slime by showing it his exposed body.

This caused the slime to glow brightly. Yosef grinned.

"Yeah? You like that? WELL TOO FUCKING BAD!"

Yosef grabbed the jar and shook it violently until the slime stopped glowing. Once it did, Yosef put it back into the passenger seat.

"Disgusting. Selfish little rat."

He then hopped into the driver's seat and began the long car ride back home, where he would be hosting someone for a hook up later that night.

Yosef had gone to the next city after getting a call from a client requesting a house visit. He originally planned to turn down the request, but with rent due in a few days, Yosef couldn't afford to be picky with his work. Although Yosef was technically unemployed in a legal sense, he had under the table work that kept him afloat. The unofficial nature of his job was because he was an exorcist by trade. Ever since Yosef was a child, he had the extraordinary ability to see the spirits of the deceased.

And he hated it. He used to start every day with cursing God for giving him his gift.

Having a superpower was nothing like comic books or cartoons on TV portrayed it to be. So far as Yosef knew, he was the only one with this ability. Meaning he had to suffer the psychological damage of interacting with the undead by himself. Even his own family didn't believe him until they found Yosef unconscious after a particularly fatal encounter. Only then did his parents finally move away from their house next to the cemetery. The paranormal encounters never stopped, however, but luckily Yosef grew apathetic towards ghosts as he grew up. Now he viewed ghosts the same way he did cockroaches. They were pests, and he was their exterminator. He was grateful to help get rid of all the evil ghosts that did nothing but possess people for their own selfish needs, but ghosts still irked him to his core...

The slimy ghost kept glowing within its confinement as Yosef drove down the highway. He groaned everytime it made too much noise and flicked the jar to get it to shut up. Normally ghosts were much more docile once they were captured, but the blue one Yosef had caught that night was particularly feisty. While Yosef tried his best to just ignore it, it was starting to get on his last nerve with how fidgety it was.

While Yosef was driving, he had received a text from the guy he was planning to fuck once he got home. The bluetooth on his car read the 5 word text out loud for him.

Can't make it anymore, sorry.

Yosef heard the text, then immediately began to pull over to the side of the road. He took in a sharp breath, then exhaled. He then yelled at the top of his lungs while slamming on the dashboard.

"Fuck man! I've been waiting 7 whole days for this and this fucker just blows me off!? What the fuck!!"

As Yosef was breathing heavily out of frustration, he could see the ghost was still flickering its light out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly to watch the slime's glow for a second. Then, his eyes widened when an idea hit him.

"Alright alright fine! You want a body that badly then you're gonna help me jerk off!!"

Yosef proceeded to roll up the windows to cut off the air circulation then turned off his car. He opened the glove box and pulled out a handbag he had stored in there. He then threw both the bag and the Mason jar to the backseats, then slid to the backseat himself.

Yosef stripped down until his body was fully nude. Between his Persian genetics and having never touched a razor blade, Yosef's body was covered in bushy hair. He snuggled into the seat. The leather felt seats always felt good against his bare ass. The musky scent of his hairy pits hit him right away. He purposefully hadn't showered in the past two days to preserve his natural smell. But now that his hook up had canceled on him, Yosef was free to take in his musk for himself.

He took several whiffs of his pit stink as he began stroking his cock. The smell of his own sweaty pheromones filled his nose with delight with every inhale. His dick had hardened to its full length within minutes. He let his boner hang out while he grabbed his hand bag. Yosef opened it up and pulled out cock rings of various sizes. He looked them over, then picked a ring that was just right in size. He lathered it up with lube, gave his cock a couple more pumps to make sure it was rock hard, then slid it down his shaft until it sat firmly around the base of his member.

"Oh yeah, that's good..." Yosef said with baited breath. He then continued to jerk off in the backseat of his car. The cock ring made his dick throb as he kept stroking it. His veins were bulging, his curly pubes were moist from precum, his face was flushed with sweat. Yosef was having the time of his life after not having busted a nut in over a week.

The whole time Yosef was jerking off, the slime ghost was watching him from within its glass jar. The ghost was shining the brightest as it watched. It had begun to slam itself against the walls of the jar too. It was becoming feral.

The noise distracted Yosef from climaxing. Luckily that worked in his favor, as it helped remind him not to cum yet. He slowed down his strokes. He turned to look at the ghost and smirked at it.

"Alright, you're up!"

Yosef reached out to the jar. He carefully unscrewed the lid but held it closed with his hand. He positioned it over his dick and lowered it down slowly. Once it was hovering right over the tip of his dick, he quickly took off the lid and shoved his dick into the jar. The ghost immediately jumped at the chance of freedom. It expanded its form and began to invade Yosef through the slit of his dick.

"Oh fuckk!!!"

Yosef threw his head back in pleasure as he felt the ghost possess him. He could his throbbing member fill up with the ghost's presence as the seconds passed by. The ghost did not hold back from entering his body as quickly as it could. But what it didn't know was that Yosef was still in full control of the situation. Because of the tight cock ring, the ghost couldn't invade the rest of Yosef's body. It was stuck inside of his dick, causing it to blow up in both size and girth due to the ghostly presence inside of his shaft.

"Fuck yeahhh man, I'm fucking hung now, holy shit!!" Yosef shouted as he took hold of his new engorged cock. He began stroking it again, but this time with both hands. His moans became louder. The sensitivity of his groin became more sensitive while under partial possession, making his pleasure increased tenfold.

The ghost was in pure agony. It was getting thrashed as Yosef kept jerking off with it trapped inside his dick. Yosef was stroking himself off with a firm grip and a fast pace. The ghost couldn't take it, it had to leave no matter what! But as its ghostly tail began to leak out Yosef's dick, he grabbed onto it with an iron grip.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? You're not done till I say you're done!"

Yosef then yanked the ghost out of his dick. He held it close to his face and then spit a massive ball of spit at it. He then threw it to the floor of his car and stomped on it. Yosef could feel the ghost struggling desperately to escape, but his foot held it down in place. The ghost was forced to endure both the weight Yosef was holding it down along with the rank smell of his sweaty feet too.

Yosef reached back into his handbag. He pulled out a velvet felt string this time. He then tied the string around his ankle. Once it was tied nice and tight, Yosef proceeded to rub his foot into the ghost, forcing it to possess his foot. Desperate to escape the stench of his feet, the ghost willingly possessed his foot. But because of the string, the ghost was once again trapped inside only one part of Yosef's body. Yosef moaned like crazy as he felt the cold sensations of getting possessed spread around his feet. He still had the same cool pleasure in his dick too, and he knew he needed to capitalize on it before it was gone.

"Whewww fuck! You know how to please your master huh, now let's see how you taste..."

Yosef brought his possessed foot up to his face. He leaned in and planted his face into the palm of his foot. He then took a deep inhale of his foot odor. The combined scent of sweaty manly musk with socks that had been worn all day drove him crazy horny.

While keeping one hand on his foot, Yosef used his other hand to reach down to his dick and gather up a good handful of precum. He slathered up his foot with precum, then proceeded to lick it clean. Yosef licked between and around his toes, while occasionally sucking on his big toe. He could feel the hair on his tongue, but he ignored it as he enjoyed the smell and taste of his foot. The taste of his own cum and the ectoplasm the ghost left on his foot after possessing it reminded Yosef of a sweet, tangy, fruity taste. It was delicious, and left him hungry for more.

Suppressed moans escaped Yosef's mouth while he continued licking his foot clean. Yosef was having the time of his life. What made it even hotter to him was the knowledge that the ghost was under his control. The ghost could only possess what he let it possess, and even then, it had no choice but to submit his sexual desires, no matter how dirty or smelly they were.

Yosef groaned. His cock was bulging, ready to burst with cum. Once he was satisfied licking his foot, Yosef used the string to force the ghost out of him again. He pushed the string down his foot, causing the ghost to leak out. It tried to escape again, but it couldn't escape Yosef's swift handiwork. He grabbed it, then molded it into a fleshlight shape.

Yosef then held it over his dick and proceeded to fuck the shit out of it. The sounds of Yosef's moans and his low hanging balls slapping against the ghost filled his car. Wanting to escape getting fucked, the ghost decided to possess Yosef through his dick again. Unfortunately, in its moment of distress, the ghost had forgotten Yosef had a cock ring on. It was once again trapped inside of Yosef's cock.

A grin spread across Yosef's face. The ghost kept falling into his little trap, forcing it to be his sex toy. That feeling of dominance added to his pleasure.

Then, after an hour of masturbating, Yosef finally climaxed. He let out a bellowing moan as heavy loads began spurting out of him. Load after load of warm spunk mixed with ghostly ectoplasm shot out of his cock like a fire hose while he was left gasping after every load. The bodily sensations of edging an orgasm and getting possessed made the sexual warmness spread all around his body. Within a minute, both his car and his body were drenched in body and paranormal fluids. Yosef was left panting for breath and his face was blush red after an intense climax.

The ghost got shot out of Yosef's dick along with the stream of cum. It was horrified of Yosef. As Yosef was catching his breath, the ghost began to disappear, ready to pass onto the next life. But just before it could, Yosef caught it with the Mason jar.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere!" Yosef stared into the jar with a twinkle in his eyes. It was then that shift in his mindset had occurred. He was so used to just exorcizing ghosts, getting paid, then just moving on with his life. But after using a ghost for his own desires, something clicked inside of Yosef. Something that made him smile.

"You're mine, forever and always..." Yosef smiled, glaring down at the captured ghost, while the ghost whimpered in defeat. The predator had become the prey.

[elegantcandydragon]

[elegantcandydragon]

The Snake in the Sand

It took me months—if not years—to set this up. Reaching that final moment was nothing short of thrilling. It was the moment of truth, when I would find out if all my efforts had paid off or if they'd fizzle out like a weak flame in the wind. For God's sake, he had to take the bait.

His deep brown eyes scanned me skeptically, assessing every inch. He sighed.

"حسنًا، أريد أن أسمع ما سيقوله. اتركونا وشأننا," he muttered, nodding to his imposing watchdog.

I was used to never step out of character, but this moment was pushing me to my limits. I had hit the jackpot. Khalid trusted me enough to leave his guards behind. His companion searched me one more time, then left.

Khalid led me into one of his luxurious private rooms. I had done it—I was finally alone with him. Khalid was the spoiled son of Amir Al-Fayed, one of Dubai's most influential sheikhs. His power in the criminal underworld was said to be vast, and whispers even suggested possible connections to terrorist groups. But no one could ever prove it, and no one was brave—or foolish—enough to challenge him. His son, however, was blinded by arrogance, playing a dangerous game that infuriated his father. Khalid's ruthlessness was matched only by his ambition. Yet, in this moment, the hunter had become the prey.

"من اللافت للنظر والعار أنك، أيها السليل الضئيل، لا تتحدث لغة أسلافك." The contempt in his eyes was palpable as he spoke, regret laced with disdain.

"So tell me, Rafiq. What can an aspiring mind from a fallen dynasty really offer me? My advisors tried to convince me not to have this conversation. But I must admit, I see the fire in your eyes. That's why we talk in private, as you requested. I'm curious." He said this with a deep Arabic accent, offering me an expensive glass of whisky.

"As I’ve already indicated, Khalid, I want to—and will—give you information that will expand your influence. I have also obtained data from international intelligence agencies plotting against you. I hope you recognize the significance of this gesture and understand the need for this private conversation." I spoke calmly, maintaining steady eye contact.

"You’re testing my patience and trust in a dangerous way, Rafiq. Get to the point. I want to know everything—and where you got this information from. You don’t just find something like this lying around. Especially not someone like you."

"I fully understand your concerns, Khalid. I’ll show you. May I?" I asked gently, seeking permission.

He nodded curtly, granting me the move I needed. I stood up from the armchair he’d offered me before and displayed my phone to him. Impatiently, he grabbed it, reading through the intercepted messages from his own communication channels.

"خائن!" he cursed, his voice seething with fury. "These are ours!"

Rage blazed within him, but that was the distraction I’d been waiting for. With swift precision, I slid a small tranquilizer (including more than mere drugs) from my sleeve. As his angry gaze shifted from the phone to me, I drove it into his thick throat without hesitation. His expression shifted instantly—as if he were choking—his eyes rolled upward, revealing only the whites. Within seconds, he slumped unconscious in his chair.

"Boy, Khalid. If only you knew how much time and effort it took for me to experience this moment." I whispered in his ear, knowing full well he was fully blacked out. This was my chance to inhale the intoxicating scent of his expensive perfume. It would soon be mine scent. He smelled the way he wanted to be perceived—masculine, imposing, and untouchable.

I wished to fully embrace the moment, but I couldn’t put it off any longer. Knowing this couldn’t last much longer, I made sure the transformation process had begun to take effect. A faint whistling sound came from his lungs. That was my signal. I quickly undressed myself, then turned to him. I started with his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. With a grunt, I lifted his impressive weight from the chair, cursing under my breath at the noise he made. On the floor, I removed his shoes, pants, and underwear. It was a shame he wasn’t wearing any jewelry, but it made things easier for me. Turning him onto his stomach was a struggle—one that required a little more effort than I anticipated. I had to maneuver carefully, coming in from behind. The only opening through which to enter my newly crafted bodysuit.

I would have really liked to enjoy the moment of Khalid being completely exposed to me, but there simply wasn’t enough time. I consoled myself with the thought that later, I would have all the time in the world to admire this body. So I knelt down on the cold, shiny marble floor to begin the transformation. I carefully guided my arm into his ass. I could sense that it was ready. Quickly, yet cautiously, I pressed further, up to my shoulder. His hairy ass brushed against my skin. Using my other hand, I widened the opening, allowing room for my head and the rest of my body to follow.

I preferred the end result of this procedure, although I always felt some discomfort during the process itself. From the outside, it always appeared strange. As I moved further and further into him, I could feel my hands settling into place. My head followed, and with a bit of effort, I maneuvered my legs until they found their place, ultimately succeeding.

If someone had burst into the room, they would have found nothing but a fully naked but sweaty Khalid, gasping for breath. I stumbled into his private bathroom and stood under the shower, leaning against the wall, utterly exhausted. It took a few minutes for my old self to settle into Khalid’s bodysuit. Slowly, steadily, I felt the fusion between the suit and my body.

Once the synchronization was complete, I was finally able to move more naturally. Every movement I made was mirrored by the strength and grace of Khalid’s impressive form. I marveled at the play of the muscles and the veins rising in my arms. The water cascaded over my biceps and tight chest, flowing smoothly along my new body hair, sparking an exhilarating rush.

My strong hands traced over my massive chest, moving down to my tight stomach and down to my new and erect cock. It was a average sized, but more massive. I could live with that. When I had successfully spread Khalid's semen in the shower, and the water slowed, I stepped out of the shower. The cold air of the bathroom hitting my damp skin. My heart was racing, but not out of anxiety—no, it was something else. It was the rush of becoming someone new, someone who belonged in this life of luxury and deception. I wiped the steam from the mirror to reveal the reflection of Khalid Al-Fayed staring back at me. I dried off, then found a worn black shirt and underwear in the bathroom, almost by accident, and curiously put them on.

Now, I turned my focus to my new face. Staring into the mirror, I was overwhelmed by what I now possessed, knowing it was finally mine after all this time. The face was everything it needed to be—dark, intense eyes framed by thick brows, holding a dangerous, almost predatory gleam. A few days' worth of stubble covered my chin, giving me a rugged edge, while the well-groomed mustache conveyed maturity and confidence. My jawline was sharp, defined like a chiseled sculpture—straight and firm, the kind that demanded attention without saying a word. My hair was thick, black, and styled in a way that made me look effortlessly powerful, as if I’d just stepped out of an exclusive barber's chair.

I ran my hand through my hair, feeling its softness, its thickness. My eyes met the reflection in the mirror once more. They were dark—so dark they seemed to swallow the light. The blackness of them made everything else stand out, highlighting my features, making them more striking, more dangerous.

I could feel the change in my body, the strength I hadn’t possessed before—the confidence now as natural as my heartbeat. Khalid’s power was coursing through me, and I could almost taste the wealth and danger that came with it. As I admired myself, I fully embraced my new persona. Khalid’s face, a masterpiece of masculine definition, was now mine to inhabit and control.

"Perfect," I whispered to my reflection. The stern voice, unfamiliar yet fitting, resonated in the quiet room. I grabbed my chin, a proud smile spreading across my face, showing off my perfect teeth—an facial expression of Khalid rarely seen by others.

There was no turning back now. I was no longer Rafiq Hargrove, the descendant of a dying and diluted bloodline. I was Khalid Al-Fayed, the son of Sheikh Nazim Al-Fayed—a man of power, a force to be feared.

I returned to the place where the remnants of my old identity remained. While my new package pulsed with anticipation for another round, I kneeled down to examine the clothes of my former self, as well as the outfit I had worn before. I gathered everything, including my old phone, and headed to my new bedroom to stash it all away.

I dialed a number and waited for the call to be answered.

"Hello?" a voice asked.

"Khalid Al-Fayed. The night begins with waiting for a new morning," I replied, waiting for a response.

"Confirmed! Congratulations on successfully completing your operation, Sir. While I may address you as Mr. Al-Fayed from now on, I prefer to keep it low and continue calling you just Sir." Hearing those words, forced me to contain my euphoria and suppressed a smile.

"We’ve received information that our man successfully infiltrated the inner circles of the UAE rulers. We will let you know shortly if he was able to assume his intended identity."

"That’s fine. I’ll send you my new number. Never contact this one again. I will delete the data and dispose of it. Wait for the sun."

"Understood, Sir. We will await further instructions." The call ended.

With another critical part of my plan falling into place, I now had the freedom to be more flexible with my next steps. I took a moment to relax, putting away the remnants of my old identity along with the outfit I had worn earlier. Knowing exactly what I preferred for a relaxed but spiced evening, I chose a black shirt, earth-toned red pants, and black slippers—each tailored to perfection by renowned brands. I removed my black top again, revealing my defined, muscular torso—a sight I knew well. The effort and discipline I’d invested in building it were evident. It wasn’t just a testament to my physical strength; my body was a finely honed weapon. Years of rigorous training in various martial arts had sculpted my body and my mind in ways that proved invaluable far beyond the gym. I left the used underwear on, which really turned me on, and carefully pulled the pants over my well-trained trunks. The amount of body hair and muscle mass I possess defines me as the epitome of masculinity—an ideal that those unworthy of it could only envy and dream of.

Suddenly Khalid's phone vibrated. Luckily I noticed the call and recognized Sergej's number. Sergej, my loyal bodyguard and advisor, whom I had previously dismissed. I took my phone and answered the call.

"Everything alright, Khalid?" he asked, speaking in Arabic.

"Sure, all good. You were right. That snake Rafiq tried to rip me off with a brazen deal," I told Sergej confidently. "It's his bad luck that he didn’t realize I already took the information he was trying to sell me—without him even noticing." I answered confidently, speaking Arabic flawlessly now. "I don’t want to go into details, but I don’t think we’ll be hearing from that weakling anytime soon," I said with a condescending grin."

"Do you need someone to 'clean' the place?" I was asked.

"Ah, all good my friend, not something like this. I've already taken care of everything. Get me the driver. There's something to celebrate today, despite that idiot Rafiq."

"Sure Khalid, as you wish." Sergei replied submissively. I then ended the call.

Feeling satisfied with my flawless performance as Khalid, I refocused on myself and was able to fully immerse in the moment, experiencing it even more intensely than before. I then slipped on the black shirt, which perfectly accentuated my toned upper body without being too tight. Naturally, I left a few buttons undone, allowing my chest to be on display. I paired the shirt with black slippers and added my favorite pieces of jewelry for the evening: a gold bracelet and an exclusive Breitling wristwatch. To complete the look, I chose my signature scent from Le Labo, ensuring that not only my appearance but also my fragrance would make a lasting impression throughout the night. I studied my flawless reflection in the mirror, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. The flawless image of Khalid Al-Fayed. I inspected my appearance to ensure I looked neat and well-dressed, as everyone expected of me. I adjusted the collar of my shirt once more.

"أتمنى ألا تتفاجأوا بلغتي العربية الجيدة. يبدو الأمر كما لو أنها لغتي الأم. أليس هذا صحيحا يا صديقي؟" I said to myself with a cocky smile, and with one last arrogant yet seductive glance in the mirror, I turned away, the last remnants of Rafiq slipping quietly into the shadows. The new Khalid was now fully awakened.

To be continued ?

[elegantcandydragon]

Locker Room Score

Every time I saw Hassan in the gym, I wanted his body more. His veins rippled on top of the defined musculature with a moderate dusting of body hair. He checked all the boxes I look for when considering an Arab male bodysuit subject.

I decided it was time to harvest tonight. I got him before he got into the shower so I can still bathe in his musk. How do I look?

[elegantcandydragon]

Brother-in-law's Bitch

This guy had a hot wife, big house, and great buddies; but he teased his wife's brother for being a gay hypnotist. Look where it got him...

...at least the dumb jock seems happy.

[elegantcandydragon]

Arabian Nectar

“Drink, brother. I see you admire, and so I assist.” Robbie, who only moments ago had a hairless jaw and pale skin, was unable to pry himself away from the perky, golden nipple he now found himself suckling from. Even beneath a swirl of dark, wiry hair, he was entranced by the salty taste and musk of Amir’s hard earned sweat. His every nerve ending seemed to come alive with every lick and slurp of the tangy flesh. The handsome man in front of him was telling the truth, after all. Robbie had been admiring the Middle Eastern hunk for most of his workout at the gym throughout the day, unable to stop himself from risking a few glances when they eventually found themselves alone together in the locker room. Robbie, horny as he might be, was a polite and sensible twink, and he would have never for a second thought that he had a chance with the obviously straight, macho Amir. His attraction was harmless. Until the tan man snapped his fingers at him, that is, commanding Robbie’s attention before lifting his sweaty tank and hooking it around his neck to reveal his plump pecs and a healthy coating of body hair.

At first Robbie was stunned, lightly aroused, but more than anything confused. It took Amir nodding his head down at his chiseled pecs to get Robbie to snap back to reality, walking forward on feet he didn’t entirely feel in control of. He could feel his heart hammering as he approached the attractive man, could feel his throat tighten at the rank scent wafting into his nostrils. Spicy and earthy, and very potent, everything about Amir seemed to be traditional and masculine. He calmly watched the white boy approach with timid steps. “Sorry for staring,” Robbie began as he closed in, meaning to stop but still stepping closer and closer to his surprise. “I was just admiring, wait wha—” Robbie startled, leaning down and forward mid-sentence as he finally came face to face with Amir’s chest. He opened his mouth to protest, to ask questions, only for Amir’s large hand to secure itself on the back of his head.

“Suck, brother.” Robbie’s open mouth was forced to close around the nipple, face pressed into the hot, ripe flesh of the stud before him. Stink play was definitely not one of his kinks, and being man-handled wasn’t doing him any favors. He tried to fight against Amir’s grip, tiny hands failing to push the slabs of meat away from him. “It is a shame to eye fuck men when you can eye fuck women, no?” As Amir spoke, each thrum of his deep voice vibrated through Robbie’s core. The twink couldn’t stop his feasting. Obediently suckling from Amir’s nipple, tongue darting out to swirl against the salty skin, lapping up every ounce of sweat. “If you wish to spend time with me as a man, it should only be as a brother.”

Robbie could feel his jaw tighten as he nuzzled against the pec, a bristle of dark hairs covering his lips and then his cheeks and eventually his entire chin. As Amir ran his fingers through Robbie’s hair, no longer pressing down quite as forcefully, the strands seemed to go on for longer than the white boy remembered. Thick, dark, luscious, being swept back into a traditional, well groomed style. His eyebrows thickened and grew heavy, dark, forming a menacing line over his currently blissed out expression. He could feel his shoulders broadening within his shirt, heat sparking up in his pits and in his crotch, a heady scent of sweat oozing from his pores to match Amir’s aromatic musk. He continued to suck, to worship, to accept the gift being presented to him. He felt obliged to follow Amir in the way a man would follow a trusted general, or a political figure. As more and more of the essence coated his insides, pouring down his throat, he began to feel less excitement about the source of the nectar and saw the pecs as a means to an end, more than anything else. Amir produced the sweetest honey, and Robbie was grateful to receive it.

But as his hips widened and his large, muscular ass stretched his tight boxer briefs to their limit, he was powerless to stop the images forming in his mind. A rational voice tried to urge him to pay attention, to realize that none of this was normal, there was no reason he should be sucking Amir’s nipple all these minutes later, and there’s no way the sensations running across his body could be real. He licked, inhaled, and more and more of Amir’s scent invaded his senses until it felt as if he was breathing in his own scent, too. Beautiful women began to appear in his mind, golden skinned and raven haired, women from his home country. He could feel his cock lengthening in his shorts, a sweaty mass of dark hair forming a forest around it, heating up with every pulse and throb. Something was wrong. All he wanted to do was get a good workout and check out a few cute guys, but now the thought of that made his lip curl in disgust. A man’s purpose in a gym should only be to improve himself, and to bond with his brothers. The white twink had been effectively replaced by a proud Middle Eastern man, broodingly handsome and more than happy to show off his hardened body to any interested female. He was every bit the kind of man Amir expected a true brother to be.

Releasing his lips from the nipple, mind blanking and resetting, new and improved personality quickly squashing the whining twink’s consciousness into a headlock at the very back of his own mind — Rahim rises to his feet, removing his shirt to reveal his muscular form, gaze looking over Amir’s shoulder and instead settling on his own reflection. Rahim was deeply traditional, the kind of man who would wait until marriage to seed a womb, but was more than happy to ass-fuck horny white women who thought they had any chance of swaying him. They were simply holes to be filled, things to be won in conquest. If you couldn’t find him eating out a white woman’s pussy, then you would find him here in the gym with his brother, Amir. He was a man of simple pleasures. They lived together in the same bachelor pad, moving to this country together many years ago for the opportunities it provided. Following in Amir’s image, life was perfect. Rahim took out his phone, walking away from his brother and going to admire his reflection in one of the locker room mirrors.

“Thank you for the wake up call, brother.” He glanced at the large amount of messages flooding his inbox, the regular hook ups begging for him to fill them up, new women hoping to try for a taste of his cum, a few ladies even asking if his brother would be open to a threesome. He only smirked, licked his lips, and recorded a short video to send to all of these chicks to appease them for now. His cock still throbbed in his shorts, ball sack swollen and full of his superior seed, but he couldn’t allow his mind to be so easily clouded by lust. “I should focus on my workout, and my time with my brother,” Rahim decided finally.

His python would surely get its satisfaction later.

[elegantcandydragon]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he didn't even know it yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry about that man," I chuckled while rubbing Nasser's seed all over his body and lapping some of the saltiness up, "how could I resist when I look like this"

[elegantcandydragon]

House Party

It was going to be another quiet Saturday night in. No plans expect to curl up and play some video games. Just as you were about to settle down, you hear a knock at your door. You glance at your phone; no messages from any of your friends. Maybe it’s that package you ordered? You swing open the door, only to be greeted by a quartet of shirtless, muscular Indian men.

“Hey man, thanks again for hosting!” one of them says in a thick Indian accent, as he and the rest of them barge past you into your small apartment. They pull out some drinks, turn up your speaker to some music you don’t recognize, and start the party. 

You’re still standing there, a little shocked at this turn of events. You wanted to try to kick them out; tell them you they had the wrong address and to get lost. But, I mean, you didn’t really have any plans anyway. And who were you to break up this happy group of friends?

You stand to the side, watching them dance in almost sexual way against each other. You decide to take a sip of the alcohol they brought; no idea what it is but it tastes amazing! You continue to drink, until one of them pulls you right into the dancing. 

You’re right in the thick of it, dancing with the rest of them. They are avidly chatting in Hindi; you not understanding a word. 

“Everything good man?” Raj asks you, looking a little concerned. 

“Yeah man everything's good!” answer back in Hindi. Wait, since when did you know a word of Hindi? Before you have time to think, Amar hands you another drink and you unthinkingly take a big swig.

“Thanks Amar!” you grin, giving him a playful slap on his bouncing ass. Since when would you do something like that? Something was up, you could tell… you need a break. You manage to sneak off to the bathroom, and the second you get a glimpse at the mirror you gasp.

You are a thick, dark Indian hunk. At least, that’s what your reflection is clearly telling you. But.. you weren’t like this when you woke up right? These big pecs and abs.. thick arms and legs. This massive beard around these plush lips.. I mean there’s no way right? It must be these strange-, you mean, your friends doing this to you. 

You burst back into the main room, only to find them all chilling on the couch. Clearly the party has died down a bit. Amar gestures for you to take a seat, and despite your instincts, you find yourself listening to him. Each of them exchange some sly grins, before slowly pulling down their pants, revealing the fat bulges in their underwear.

They continue, pulling out their hard, thick cocks and start stroking. You are shocked, but to be honest with yourself, much more aroused. You find Raj’s meaty hands on you, helping you join them, as he coaxes out your sexy brown cock, that of course you have.

He starts jacking you off, and you can’t help but let out a deep moan. You find another fat cock in your field of view, and you feel obliged to help him out. Soon everything merges into a sexual blur, each of you is sucking cock, taking cock, making out; its all too much for all of you. You feel a hot load burst out and paint your brown chest white, and that’s all it takes for you to cum as well.

Your mind blanks, post nut clarity hitting you like a brick; reminding you of who you are. You’re Jamsheer, born and raised in India, and a sexy gay muscular hunk who’s always hanging out with his equally sexy and horny friends.

The next morning, you always sleepily wake up, hungover as shit. They all thank you for hosting such a great party, we needed to do this again! Your phone pings, getting a text from this skinny white guy wondering why you weren’t online last night. You grin; you know exactly who’s going to be hosting the next party.

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A Favor

Muhammad Al-Khatib saw himself as a pretty good guy all around. Easygoing, generous, always willing to help a friend out.

So when his childhood best-friend Rajesh asked if Muhammad could take 4 days off from work to help him with a work emergency, Muhammad didn’t hesitate. Though when Muhamaad got to his friend’s apartment he was less sure he could provide Rajesh needed.

For sprawled out unconscious and half-naked on Rajesh’s bed was The Ali Gomaa, an internationally ranked Egyptian body-builder, and Rajesh’s boss. For half a second Muhammad became worried that his best-friend had accidentally killed the man, before the massive man released a loud snort in his sleep.

“Alright so I fucked up bad, I fucked up real bad, man. Bad enough to cost me my job,” Rajesh began, pacing at the foot of his bed. Mr. Gomaa meanwhile seemed to be sleeping peacefully, a grin plastered to his face.

“I was supposed to put the order in for 300 units of the new Wolf Muscle Powder my boss is promoting at the Santa Fe Bodybuilding convention tomorrow and I only ordered 30.”

“So?” Muhammad asked, easing into a comfortable spot in a chair by the door.

“So? So, I’m fucked. My boss was insistent that this new muscle wolf powder was going to relaunch his career. How the fuck is he supposed to do that when I only ordered 30 of the fucking units to sell?” Rajesh panicked.

“Well mistakes happen. I mean is he really going to fire you over a little mistake like this,” Muhammad asked, absentmindedly twirling his friend’s baseball cap in his hand.

“Yes, yes he would, because Mr. Gomaa is a perfectionist and I’ve already fucked up twice this month on this order alone. He’s already warned me once that if I kept making these kinds of mistakes that he’d find someone to replace me. I can’t lose this job, man, I just can’t,” Rajesh reasoned. Muhammad frowned.

“If he’s that much of a pain in the ass to work for, why do you even want to be his personal assistant? Not like you need the money or the bodybuilding experience,” Muhammad answered with a shrug.

Rajesh was a popular athletic model and professional bodybuilder in his own right, having won two local championship trophies in the last year alone. It made more sense when Rajesh was just starting out after high school, when he still needed all the help he could get, but that was years ago. How long was he planning on staying attached to this man by the hip?

“This job was never about the money. Ali Gomaa is a legend in professional bodybuilding. I still have so much to learn, and it's only under Mr. Gomaa that I’ve advanced so much in such a short period of time,” Rajesh said, gazing with what Mohamaad imagined as pure admiration at the perfectly sculpted body of Mr. Gomaa. He then briefly smiled at the thought of Rajesh under the man’s older and heavier body.

Muhammad was careful to keep such thoughts to himself. Rajesh was straight and the last time he cracked a joke about the two men together, his face had gone scarlet and they hadn’t talked again for a month. He’d do anything to prevent a fight like that again.

“Then what do you need me to help with? Ordering a new shipment for this Muscle Coyote Powder?” Muhammad asked, giving the cap another spin on his thumb.

“No, I already handled that. No, what I need from you is more hands on,” Rajesh explained.

He took out a silvery blue pill from his pocket.

“What am I even looking at?”

“The future of professional body-building, my friend. That and possibly the future of athletics in general,” Rajesh said with a sense of wonder bordering on pride.

“This is Splindifferin,” Rajesh introduced with the air of a professor giving a lecture, “A marvel of medical science that allows one person to enter the body of another and control it from the inside.

For after a person has taken Splindifferin their body and mind enter a mutable state, where both become fluid. This then allows another person, presumably a coach or fellow teammate to enter the host’s body where the two become one. Once inside, the second person is given complete control over the original inhabitant’s form allowing them to overcome any mental or emotional challenges that may inhibit the host’s functioning. Then after a period of several days, the intruder is ejected from the host body and the patient returns to normal functioning. Watch,” Rajesh then poked Mr. Gomaa’s knee, creating a ripple effect of moving skin that moved from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

”That’s incredible. But do you really think I can pass as your boss for four days? I don’t know anything about him or bodybuilding,” Muhammad pointed out, scratching at his round stomach.

“That’s where the process of ‘doubling’ comes in. For the longer you remain within Ali Gomaa‘s body the more of his memories, mannerisms, and knowledge will flow into you. By the end of four days, not even his wife or adult sons would be able to tell the difference,” Rajesh explained with a grin, patting Mohammad warmly on the shoulder.

“Besides, I’ll be with you every step of the way coaching you through this. That is if you agree to help me out.” Rajesh then flashed Mohammad a look of his soft, pleading brown eyes, making him melt like butter into his chair.

“Alright, alright. If you say we can do this, then I trust you. I’ll help you out,” Mohammad agreed.

“You’re amazing! Thanks so much, man. You have no idea how much this means to me! Okay, now get undressed. We can’t do this unless you’re both nude,” Rajesh said, shifting his tone of voice from appreciative to authoritative so quick it made Mohammad’s head spin.

He got up from his seat and began to disrobe. Rajesh instead of leaving as Mohammad expected, took his place in his chair.

“You sure you want to stay here and watch?” Muhmmad asked, taking off his shirt. He remembered how squeamish his friend had been with his undressing near him after their fight.

“Bro, I need to stay here and make sure you enter Mr. Gomaa’s body the right way. So just take your dick out and let’s hurry this up,” Rajesh said, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair.

“So why did Mr.Gomaa need a drug like Splindifferin to compete anyway? Hasn’t he been a professional body-builder for like 20 years?” Mohammad asked as he took off his shirt.

“Ever since 2017, as great as the man is, Ali Gomaa has suffered from acute stage fright. The result of mild heat stroke and anxiety that struck him while competing in the Summer Cairo heat. So to compete, he has been relying on others to literally take over for him.”

“Has Me.Gomaa ever let you enter his body before?” Mohammad asked, kicking off his jeans.

“A few times, but never for more than a day, and the whole time I was under constant watch by other members of his support team. Guess they were fearful of me trying to run off in his body or commit some felonies. This time however, we’re doing this before we arrive in Santa Fe, so we don’t have to worry about them knowing it's you in there,” Rajesh explained.

Once fully naked, Muhammad walked to the side of the bed. Mr. Gomaa was fully naked except for a dark blue jockstrap.

Now, Muhammad always knew he was on the heavier side of things and the hairer side but he’d never really been insecure about it. Plenty of gay guys loved bears. Still, next to this muscular behemoth Muhammad felt tiny and petite.

Unsteady, and with trembling knees, he got on the bed and attempted to ease himself into Mr. Gomaa. Once his ass cheeks hit the man’s waist, the bodybuilder’s eyes opened wide, nearly scaring him back off the bed, when Rajesh stood from his seat and eased him back.

“Easy man! He’s still asleep. That just happens sometimes,” Rajesh explained, his hands comforting and firm.

With another breath, Muhammad leaned back and laid himself fully into the bodybuilder’s body as Rajesh looked him over.

It was like the body of Mr.Gomaa had turned into a thick, heavy wad of gelatin, and the more Muhammad pushed in, the more the man’s flesh sucked him in further and further.

Wet muscle and skin enveloped him, flooding Muhammad’s skin with a thousand pinpricks of pins and needles. Then as his head merged with the bodybuilder’s his vision went dark and for a brief second it was hard to breathe.

Muhammad awoke with a start, sitting up in bed and gasping for air, his eyes going from one side of the room to the other.

“Easy, friend, easy. Deep breathes,” Rajesh soothed, holding onto his chest.

Muhammad looked down. His chest was Mr. Gomaa’s chest, big and powerful, radiating heat like a furnace. Shocked and not quite believing what was happening, Mohammad tried to stand up and run to the bedroom mirror but nearly fell, his heavy legs stumbling underneath him.

Rajesh went to hold him back, but Muhammad found he could push away his friend easily. He staggered to the mirror.

It was in the body of The Ali Gomaa standing there before him. Thick neck, bulging triceps, biceps so big they’d literally won awards! He flexed an arm and the reflection did the same.

Already Muhammad was a little drunk on power. He wanted to push this body to its limits.

To lift every weight and crush every goal just to prove he could. His hands were shaking but not with fright but excitement.

Rajesh came around the corner, wrapping a still muscular but not as thick arm around Muhammad’s shoulders.

“You ready to compete bro?”