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Human Trap

"Hurry up! He's over there!" I shouted at the lifeguard. The big muscular lifeguard followed right behind me. His broad muscular pecs bounced with each step.

The lifeguard ran to where I guided him. It was a secluded area at the beach, a distant place from the main coast. There was no one there but the three of us.

I stopped at a hot fit man lying on the sand.

"That's my friend! Please do something! Save him!" I urged with a worried tone.

The lifeguard kneeled on the man's side and checked his pulse, "I can't feel anything. Call for an ambulance, I will try my best!" He said as he started doing CPR on the unconscious man.

"You should try mouth to mouth!" I suggested.

And he did, he pressed his lips against the man's mouth, until suddenly he let out a deep shocked grunt, the lifeguard tried to pull back, but the unconscious man woke up and held the lifeguard's head in place. There was something thick, black and slicky traveling from the guy's mouth to his.

I took a glimpse of a snake-like creature sliding from the man to the lifeguard's mouth. The muscular lifeguard's eyes rolled back, going full white. He dropped on top of the man and started to convulse while their mouths were still locked to each other.

It was always hot to watch such a strong lifeguard convulsing on top of another equally hot man as the alien eel traveled from his old shell to a new one.

Their mouths suddenly detached. The muscular lifeguard lay on the sand and I saw the eel's tail disappearing inside his mouth. He convulsed for a while, his muscles flexing involuntarily on the sand. After a few minutes, he finally stood up and struck a double-biceps pose.

"This body feels amazing! He's a lot bigger than the previous one. Thank you for helping me find such a strong shell again, human. Your plan never fails."

We looked down at the empty body of the previous shell still lying on the sand. The fit man's body began to petrify, his skin turning gray and dry. Suddenly a wave crashed against the body, and it broke into dust, the remains being washed away by the waves, leaving only his red shorts and sunglasses behind

Human bodies can't take the alien's biology, so after a few months, the shell would start to become very ill, until the alien eel had to change shells again. Luckily, I was there to help the alien find the perfect shell, and I came up with the perfect plan for that.

There was no better candidate to become a shell than a strong lifeguard. So, we developed a simple yet effective trap. I would run to a lifeguard, frantically telling him that someone was drowning. I’d then lead him to a secluded area where the alien would be waiting, pretending to be unconscious. Inevitably, the lifeguards would attempt mouth-to-mouth resuscitation—and that’s when they were taken over.

The last shell was a lifeguard. So was the one before him. And the one before that...

I was very satisfied with the lifeguard I picked this time. When I first saw him at the beach flirting with a few girls as he proudly showed off his muscles, I immediately fell in love with him. His arms were so huge, so powerful. Now the alien was flexing them for me.

I stroked his thick tattooed biceps and squeezed—or at least tried, his biceps were hard as diamond. Then I slowly ran my hands on his hard muscular pecs.

I stroked his thick pecs for a while, then I let my lips wrap around those nipples and sucked hard on them. I took my time flickering them with my tongue, bitting on them hard, the alien didn't care.

My hands reached for the waistband of his red shorts and I pulled them down freeing his cock. He was thick and veiny, 7 Inches of pure manhood. I wrapped my hand around his member and slowly stroked it.

"I want you to fuck me with your new shell." I asked the alien.

The lifeguard grinned, his eyes empty and dead behind those sunglasses, "You've earned it."

I lay down on the sand as I lifted my legs in the air and looked up at him, presenting my ass to him. He knelt between my legs and ran his strong hands up my thighs, gripping them firmly. Then, slowly, he pushed his thick cock inside me.

It hurt so freaking good! I loved being filled with a new shell.

He leaned over me, his arms planted on either side of my head, and began thrusting. His rhythm was powerful and steady, each stroke driving me deeper into the sand. His chest hovered inches above mine, and I couldn’t help but reach up to touch him, feel those rock-hard pecs flex and contract with every movement.

He kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth with the same force as his cock invaded my body. I moaned into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his broad back, feeling his sweaty muscles. The cold of his body mixed with the hot of the sand—it was primal, erotic, and perfect.

"Fucking you is my favorite part, it feels so good," he whispered in my ear, driving deeper inside me.

He rammed harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with the crashing waves and my own desperate moans. I could feel the pressure building inside him, his breath hitching as he slammed into me with relentless force. Then, with a deep, guttural growl, he came, spilling inside me with such intensity that I saw stars.

He stayed there for a moment, panting over me, sweat dripping from his brow onto my chest. Then he slowly pulled out, his cock glistening. He looked down at me with a smirk, brushing a hand over my cheek.

"I’ll see you next week," he said.

I sat up, still catching my breath. "You know where to find me."

He stood and began walking naked toward the sea. His broad back and muscular ass flexed with every step. As he reached the water, he turned one last time and gave me a wink. Then, without hesitation, he dove into the sea.

The waves swallowed him, and he disappeared beneath the surface.

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Every week, I returned to the same spot at the same hour, right as the sun began to set and the beach emptied. And every week, the waves would part and he would emerge—muscular, dripping, and hard for me.

I would already be waiting for him, lying naked on the sand as I presented my ass to him like an offering.

He never spoke much. He didn’t need to. He just fucked me on the beach, over and over again. Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. But always grateful. It was his way of thanking me, of bonding with me.

And I... I lived for those moments. For the feel of that powerful muscular body over mine. For the deep thrusts of an alien creature housed in a perfect human shell.

For the promise that no matter how many shells he went through, he would always come back to me.

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Gym Gem

The front door slammed shut. Boots hit the floor hard. Then a thud—something solid dropping onto the couch. Heavy breathing. Low, predatory.

"Baby," a voice rumbled, deeper, rougher than usual. "Get the fuck over here."

His boyfriend looked up from his phone, brow furrowing. "Who the—?" His eyes went wide. "Oh shit."

The man in front of him was not the cute guy from the neighborhood that was possessed by his alien boyfriend he was used to seeing. This was someone new. Someone massive.

Thick, broad shoulders filling out a sweat covered body. A powerful chest rising and falling like he’d just run miles. Veined forearms. Big, heavy hands. A face framed by a trim salt-and-pepper beard, green eyes flickering with something not human.

His boyfriend swallowed hard. "Who the fuck—?"

"Me," the alien cut in, a grin stretching across his new face. "Like the upgrade?"

There was a pause. Then: "Where the fuck did you get that?"

The alien laughed, voice low and dirty, running a hand down his own chest, like he was still getting used to the sheer size of himself. "Elevator," he said, casual as sin. "Was on my way to the gym, and fuck, this guy—" He gave a mocking groan, eyes rolling back. "Sweat, musk, veins poppin’ like they were begging to be squeezed—man was built to be taken."

His boyfriend let out a slow exhale. "You possessed a daddy in a gym elevator?"

The alien grinned wider, teeth flashing. "Not just possessed." He rolled his shoulders, cracked his thick, knotted neck, then—fast—he lunged, planting a knee on the couch, hands gripping the backrest hard. "I took him, babe."

His boyfriend’s breath caught. "Shit." He was hypnotized. Mouth slightly open, hands roaming over solid, flexing muscle, his fingers squeezing and tracing every cut and ridge like he was trying to memorize it.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered again, eyes locked on the throbbing weight in his hand. "I can’t— Who even is this guy?"

The alien smirked, rolling his thick shoulders, watching the way his pecs tensed under his own skin. He flexed an arm—thick, vascular, the kind of strength built over years—then spread his lats slightly, watching his boyfriend drink it in.

"Name’s Daniel," he rumbled, flexing again, turning his hips just enough to make his cock sway in his boyfriend’s grip. "Thirty-eight. Divorced. Two kids. Fuckin’ straight as a steel beam—until I got in his head." He ran a rough palm down his abs, then gripped his own length, stroking once, slow and heavy. "Used to be a cop. Now he trains ‘em. Big guy, big hands, big fuckin’ mouth when he’s barking orders."

His boyfriend’s grip tightened, knuckles going white. "Holy shit."

"Right there in the elevator. Big fucker—strong as hell—tried to fight it." The alien dragged a palm down his new chest tracing the solid ridges of his abs. "His hands? Fucking huge. Clamped onto my shoulders like he was about to throw me off." He chuckled darkly. "Didn’t matter. I was already inside."

His boyfriend swallowed. "What happened?"

The alien leaned in, voice dropping to a growl. "I entered him with a kiss." A sharp inhale. "Hard."

His boyfriend shifted, thighs clenching. "Fuck."

"Man grunted—real deep—tried to rip me offa him, but I had his spine wrapped around my fingers, had his brain drowning in me. I made him feel it. That heat. That pull. That need—fuck, I felt his cock twitch in his shorts." He smirked.

"Jesus."

"Mm. And when I finally let go?" He licked his lips, slow. "Man stumbled out of the elevator like he’d been fucked already. Shaking. Breathless. He tried to burn me out with a workout, but I was there—curling in his muscles, whispering in his nerves, making every rep feel like my hands were still on him. By the time we hit the locker room? Motherfucker couldn’t take it."

His boyfriend’s voice was tight. "He had to jerk off."

The alien’s grin turned feral. "Hard. In a stall, fist tight around his dick, muttering ‘what the fuck’ while he pumped himself dry." He exhaled slow. "And now? Now he’s gone. And this—" He ran his hands over his new thighs, squeezing. "—this body’s mine." The alien smirked. "Oh yeah, babe. You’re about to get fucked by a whole-ass cop daddy."

His boyfriend licked his lips, gaze hungry. "Show me."

The alien laughed, low and thick. "Oh, babe," he rumbled, reaching out, gripping his boyfriend’s wrist, dragging him forward until they were nose to nose. "You’re about to feel exactly what this big-dicked motherfucker can do."

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One Touch - Part 4

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There I was, running out of Luke's hotel room, almost in tears. I would never want something like that, but I guess that's my fault for letting him take the lead.

That made me realize that I don't like being used like a toy. Which is kinda ironic to think that that's pretty much what I'm turning these men into whenever I touch them. I guess that's pretty much the karma I get.

Getting enough distance from Luke's hotel room, I stopped along a nearby lounge. Almost in a verge of tears, someone tapped my shoulder.

"Hey, uhh, are you alright?"

I turned around and see a guy wearing glasses. He was up close, probably because of how I turned to face him.

"I- I'm sorry" I stepped back a little, getting a good look on his face.

He looks pretty nerdy. Guessing with the backpack still on his back, he just arrived in the hotel. He took a sigh, making himself pout a bit. That was honestly cute.

"I saw you bolting out a room, hearing you sob. I thought something happened. Are you alright?" He insists.

"Y-Yeah... Sorry I..." It took me my whole willpower not to cry, but somehow this man feels very comfortable to talk to. A tear fell off my eye. I wiped it and took a deep breath. "I'm fine. Just very overwhelmed."

"Well, if you ever wanna relieve some stress and all, I'm pretty new here and travelling alone. Could use some friend or something. I'm Mckers by the way." He reached a hand.

I stared at his hand for a bit, now worried about my powers more than anything. I looked at him, his face looking like he's insisting for a handshake. I took his hand anyway.

And he took a deep breath, his eyes closed. Again, the indicator that I have him in control.

"I... Uh..." Mckers mumbled. "Sorry, I kinda feel lightheaded. Do you mind if I drop my stuff in my room first and maybe we can roam around together?"

"Sure." I replied.

"You... can come over to my room with me if you wanna..."

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And just that, we were hugging each other naked on his bed. My desired and his linked. This nerd is hot underneath that shirt, and damn.

"I- I'm sorry. It just felt... hot... when you held my hand. I don't know what's up with me-"

"Relax... This is alright." I shushed him.

We are hugging each other with my face right on his chest, snuggling him as I move my hands, caressing his back. I can feel his breathing, slowly going in and out. His heartbeat, slow.

With his free hand, he pulled me for a kiss. It was gentle. His lips are soft, and inexperienced. I made my move to bite his lips.

My other hand moved to his chest as I play with his nipple. He gave me a satisfied moan, then went back in for the kiss.

I pulled away for a bit as I realized what we're doing. I haven't done any conditioning with him, nor have I commanded him to do anything. He looks very inexperienced with something like this, yet he looks so eager.

"Anything wrong?" He asked.

"No. I'm just wondering if you can tell me how are you feeling" I said with my hand on his skin, making it sound for of a suggestion albeit being a question.

He took another long deep breathe and answered, "This is honestly my first time doing this with anyone at all, but you're something. I feel so good doing just this. I like this."

I looked at him in the eyes. His eyes looked so empty, but there's a slight shimmer in them. I placed a hand to his cheek, feeling his smooth skin.

I see what he desire, and I know this desire all too well. His desire and mine are one, and it's intimacy.

"Mckers. I want you to do act in what you desire right now." I commanded him, and as soon as I do so, he pulled me in for a tighter hug.

"Right now, I just wanna cuddle with you through the whole day." He said as he pats my head.

Intimacy. This kind of intimacy. I could get used to this. For now, maybe this is something I can enjoy.

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A/N

Hey guys! Been so long since I continued this story, like, years. I hope it was worth the wait for anyone who was waiting for an update!

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Feeling challenged by @mindmelter and I'm currently feeling inspired, so enjoy my take on this cult classic, I try to depart from @fullfriendnerdpurse Part 4 that you can re-read here to refresh your memory

Adventure of Jim and Zim: It Runs in the Family

*ding dong*

Huh.....I'm not expecting any guest....Daddy also said nothing about a guest coming today. Who could this be?

*ding dong*

Daddy is in the shower too, uggghhh this is so annoying, isn't he supposedly serve all my biddings and do these kind of menial stuff for me? I'm literally this close to shoot! If this is a mere regular DHL package stuff, I'll be very upset

*ding dong*

"WAIT UP, I'M COMING DOWN!" I screamed as I put my underwear and shorts on while trying to climb down the stairs

Right as I opened the door, slightly exasperated from the rush and my cock still semi inside my sweatpants, the sight in front me literally take me aback. What a fine specimen this guy is. That rugged face, the hazy judgmental eyes framed by that angular jawline....and God damn that black shirt really be tight everywhere as if he purposefully selected his shirt 2 sizes smaller when in fact it's just because this fine shit really got massive shoulder, pecs and biceps! Before the drool managed to escape my lips, I sucked it back in and control my perverted thoughts

"What can I help you with?"

"Ohh, am I in the right house? I'm looking for Nicholas Stone,"

"Uhh--- ohhh--"

"Is that who I think it is?" said Daddy from the stairs with just his sweatpants as he excitedly come down the stairs

"Damn right it's me," said the imposing guest as he casually shoved me away to hug my fucking Daddy as they both immediately embraced warmly followed with laughter as if this stranger is family. As Daddy probably realized my confusion while hugging the stranger, he winked and suddenly my cock stirred awake in excitement. Is this stud going to be added to the compound too???

"So, I guess you met our neighbor's son already, he's helping around here with cleaning and all, you know how the boys are super busy with their athletic schedule, they don't have time to do chores, they're not girls after all," he said with that venomous misogynistic shit he purposefully slide there as if telling me that he knows how to act like the masculine tough alpha asshole patriarch of the Stone family to the tee

"Well, if that's what you think about women, you can do us a favor and hire hot chicks to do that instead. Are you gay or something?" the not-so-little Daddy's little brother said, I noticed the wedding ring so maybe that's why he's irked with what Daddy said

"Now you're being stupid. He's available and he's willing to help, and at least I don't have to think about fucking my own maid or something. Imagine having a girl working for us 3 dudes, either she's gonna wet herself or she would end up accuse us of assault or shit when I fired her ass. Okay, why don't you two get your bag while I prepare the guest room?"

He rolled his eyes and noticed my expression listening to Daddy's misogynistic tirade. I was in awe on how Zim or just the little fragment of Zim managed to carry such a convincing performance, but apparently Daddy's little bro assumed that I was uncomfortable.

"Sorry for my big bro, he's a nutjob sometimes. What's your name again?" He casually opened the conversation as we walked to the driveway

"J---Jim,"

"Okay Jim, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, hope my big bro doesn't rough you up for all the smallest details, he's quite the control freak, and obviously, a macho straight alpha and stuff, you must have heard his streams and podcast right?"

As I picked up the bags and let him chat with me, my mind simply wandered to the way Daddy talked me through sex and went very particular on what he wanted and how he wanted me to pleasure him.

Not to mention the countless hour Daddy put me under the desk sucking his cock while he played his game doing all those streaming. The way he talked about his workout routine or this alpha right stuff in between shooting dudes online or collecting items while making sure that his cock remain lodged deep inside my throat created this heady duality that always turned me the fuck on. He sounded and acted so straight to all his 350k followers but literally at the same time, I have his thick, veiny 8 incher monstrosity sucked clean and his cum guzzled with not a single drop to the floor.

The way he would also instruct the boys on how to ravage me in the sound-proof bedroom upstairs while he recorded his podcast with the guest down in the altered basement..... then, he joined Carter and Dean to fuck the shit out of me despite talking about the sanctity of marriage or how to be an alpha men in the 21st century for 2 hours or more just moments before, well, I guess he is indeed a control freak. But it's not like he's in control of his own body or his action, he's just a mere puppet anyway. A mere puppet that can play the role of a macho straight alpha control freak to the tee.

"Jim??? Jim??? Hey, bro, are you there?" Alex said as he offered to take his bags that I already grabbed because apparently I just lost track of time and simply stand here like a fool after only one round of picking up his bags

"Ohh....sorry. Please, let me,"

"Well, okay then, you held the last two bags anyway. Long day?"

"Uhhh yeah.....very long, so sorry, just need to zone out a bit,"

"And your shift ends at?"

Oh yeah, I'm the "next door neighbor/helper". Will Daddy convert him or something? Where the fuck I should stay to keep up with this lies? So I just come out with random number

"6, 6 PM,"

"Well, consider this as 6 PM. It's okay, I'll talk to him about it,"

"U---uhhh, no need, I can manage,"

"No, I insist. Just go back to your house, I'll help him around,"

"O--- okay. But I still have some of my stuff upstairs. I'll grab it first and then I'll go,"

Damn sir, you're way too nice I'm starting to hate you, like.....yes you wouldn't understand but I really want to see Daddy to take you over, sir. I wanna see that look of betrayal in your eyes when your own older brother turned you into a fucking mindless puppet!

As I climb the stairs, Alex is speaking in the kitchen to Daddy about how I need to be "relieved of my duty for the day". The rest of the conversation turned into fading sounds so I pick nothing up as I also need to think. Should I ask Rick to pick me up? I haven't checked up on him for a while anyway, so that sounds like a plan. As I opened the door to my bedroom, the sight of a scattered gym bag surprised me beyond belief. Isn't this one of Alex's??? Right when I turned around, Alex already grinned at me as he somehow already stand behind my back

"Well well well, aren't you an interesting gay boy," that eyes.....OMG, he's taken over!

Like a click in my brain, I started to really embrace the fear of getting caught. I know where this is heading, and I love the prospect of it

"I--I can explain,"

"Oh, the state of your room is enough of an explanation. I've been searching for this one bag because I wanna hit the gym with my bro, but somehow it's not in my room. Turns out, as expected, you picked this bag up so your horny faggot perversion can be fulfilled by sniffing through my entire gym bag? And you think I will not notice that it's gone???"

He pushed me inside the room and that caused me to trip over his shoes and clothes as I fall to the floor, my gaze lingers on his massive, towering hairy form with my mouth intentionally opened a bit as I wanted to look as awestruck as possible

"Well, big bro is doing some stuff downstairs, so until he's done, maybe I can put that gaping mouth of yours to good use,"

He lowered himself as his arms seemingly tried to entrap me as I can't tell whether he wanted to reach something behind me or pinned me down to the floor. Turns out, he grabbed one of his sneakers on the floor and shoved it to my face. I huff it with delight as I can finally get the sense and put an exact smell on Alex. Fuck this is an insanely reeked foot prison....did he just use this today?

"Smells nice for your perverted homo mind, huh? Ran 10k in it this morning before I drove all the way here. Probably the previous night 3 hours gym sesh also amplified its nastiness, but I know your kind loves it,"

If that's a real human speaking, I'll take offense with that degrading "your kind" commentary, but I know it means no harm when it comes from the mouth of a brain-dead puppet with no free will. He slapped the sneakers away as I tried to grab it and fully explore it on my own, his face a bit red but there's no mistaking that predatory gleam that plastered his face. He grabbed my head and instantly shoved it right to his armpit, giving me access to the already exposed hairy pit I've been focusing on the past few minutes

"Yeah Jimmy, good boy, I know you'll lap this shit up,"

And well I am indeed lapping his pits like there's no tomorrow. The way the pits hair are wet and slightly curled up, the sheen of sweat that stained it because he just lifted like 10 bags of his, the pungent, heady aroma his body created, I think I'm in the 7th heaven of pit mania or something. I cannot tell how he looked at me but I bet he's pleased with the service provided as I can hear his subtle oohs and aahhs as I traced his veiny, hairy arm, peck his neck and strong, defined shoulder and even grazed my tongue all over his exposed pecs. He grabbed me by my hair once more and stared at me deeply with his hazel eyes, and then he spits on my face and let out a chuckle

"Get naked and get yourself loose. It's time,"

I of course quickly undressed myself and hop on the bed for the fucking of a lifetime. But imagine my surprise when Daddy walks in on us with a horrified expression. But what comes out next from his mouth surprised even me

"Starting this all without me? Fucking my own cunt under my own room without asking for my excuse? Well lil bro, gym sesh cancelled, I'll teach you manners and respect to the patriarch of the house instead for today,"

Pete grabbed the already naked Alex like he weighed nothing and toss him to the bed, right next to me.

The springs groan from the massive thud but that's nothing compared to the sound it makes when Daddy Pete shredded his clothes apart. Sensing imminent violence, I quickly get out from Daddy's way and sit on the chair right next to the table in the other side of the room. As expected, yet still managed to make me hard as a rock, Daddy started pounding his own lil bro in a midst of fury

"Fucking....disrespectful.....ugghhh...brat!" said Daddy Pete as he grunted and groaned with slight pauses every time more of his inches swallowed by Alex's hole

Alex screamed like crazy as his hole never been spread beforehand as he's straight through and through, and it doesn't help his case that his first dick is his own older bro girthy monster. Being too loud, Daddy fished out the socks he could pick and stuff Alex's mouth to keep it shut

"Fucking my own....cunt....gghhhhhrRRAHHh.....without asking.....aaaUUGHHHh FFUUUCCK.....my permission? Did your stupid.....wiffeHMMMM.....taught you to....fucking disrespect your elder?"

As Alex started to cry from the pain as his back arched and his hole stuffed, my hand is calmly operates on autopilot as without a thought, I just simply fap to the beautiful sight in front of me. In the middle of the perfect fucking motion, Pete released Alex's mouth from the cotton plug of the now-soiled socks and that's when Zim appeared from Alex's ear

"From scale 1 to 10, how do you like this arrangement?" asked both of them in unison while staring at me despite continuing the whole fucking

"10 out of 10. You are insane for this," I said with a grin

"Well, come beneath us. You will love what comes next,"

"Beneath you two?"

"Yeah, don't say that you're afraid of getting crushed or something," said Zim as he reached Pete's shoulder and prepared to settle inside the massive older brother body

Tempted, I make my move as they stopped their fucking for a few seconds to let me slide to the bed and watched them as if I'm a porn movie cameraman shooting from below my subjects. As I get myself in place, like a game, the fucking restarted once more

"UNGHH FUCK FUCK YOU, GRRR DON'T YOU DDDDAAAARREE TO NOT MOAN YOU WHORE AAHHHH" Pete said as his plowing get intense in an instance and I can see Alex's face turned from agony to pleasure to agony again in such quick motion

"UNGGHH UNGGGHHHHAAHH I'M YOUR LITTLE CUUNNNNTTT BROOOO. Fuck this straight ass and turn me gay with your load daddy!" He said excitedly while winking at me

Pete grabs Alex chest and twist his nipple. He yelps like a bitch in heat by that sudden twitch and then the older one slam his dick so deep, I'm pretty sure something or some bones might have been broken. The slamming caused me to be pressed deep to the bed as I can hear the springs groan loudly like a backsound to the most brutal fucking I ever witnessed. As the pressure keep increasing, Alex started to crash under the pressure and fully pinned me to the bed as his hands that once hold him steady from all the onslaught started to falter. Squeezed as the bottom patty in this sexual encounter, my face now is right on the Alex's hairy pecs while his gorgeous mushroom top placed just right above my belly button. His whole body odour filled my nose while his sweat literally slicked not only his body, but mine too. Gobs of drool came out from his mouth and trickled down to his chin and then beard before landing on top of my hair while his eyes turned white from all the pleasure

"MFF....MFFM.....BRROOOO.....PPPppllleaaseee......fffuuucckkk....I'm....I'm so cLOSEEEAHHH,"

"YEAH??? ME TOO BRO! KEEP SQUEEZZING YOUR HOLE, CUNT, I'M SO FUCKING....NGGHHH....CLOOOSEE......FHHFHFHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKK,"

Moments later, not only sweat and drool, my body is flooded with the incredible amount of cum released from Alex's body while additional cum from Pete flows from Alex's stuffed hole and I can feel it starts to blend down there too. Mine? Well, it already spurted mere seconds I laid myself down here so this is already an incredible mess in the highest proportion

As both men then retreated from the bed and just stand right in front of the window, I'm literally basking in the afterglow as Zim already jumped off Pete and started eating the feast he managed to spurt out from the brothers.

"Hmmmm.....despite looking similar, I can easily tell the difference," Zim said through both men as if they are his human microphone

"Alex has the best diet. It tasted almost sweet, with better texture too. He will be a great addition," said only Alex as if he seemingly pride himself with the quality of his cum while his hand grabbed his ballsack and subsequently the floppy 6.5 incher cock

"Well, I want more," continued the hairy stud as he suddenly let out yet another moan. The most incredible thing happened in front of my eyes as his ballsack that already squeezed dry suddenly gets filled once more while his floppy cock hardened right in front of my eyes. In an instance, the cock leaks this huge amount of cum like a faucet, creating this pool of cum on the bedroom floor. Zim, like an experienced diver, goes head first to the cum pool his latest vessel just created

"We will clean the leftovers on you, I'll swim in Alex's sweet manna while waiting for you to clean up," both men said monotonically as they leaned over to start licking me clean

What a crazy afternoon this has been......

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Hey, guys, you remember me. I'm Kevin, the young stud who seduced his older, straight, divorced physician after a prostate exam.

This is me:

This is Dr. Lombardi:

Hot, right?

Well, after that first time I told you about, I've been meeting Dr. L for his last appointment of the week, Friday at 5 p.m. He dismisses his staff right before that, sending them home for the weekend, and then we can be alone. We've had a lot of hot times. Sometimes, I suck his big Italian sausage, but usually we get right down to the fucking. He especially loves getting up on the exam table on all fours and having me ream him out with my massive cock. He's big, but I've got two or three inches on him. Sometimes he doesn't shoot before I do, and then I pull out and help him out, with my hand or my mouth.

Afterwards, while we clean ourselves up, he's always careful to remind me that he's straight. "I don't know what it is about you, Kevin, but this turns me on so much. I never look at other guys. It's only you. And I'm still really into hot women, you know?"

"Sure, I know, Paul, that's all good with me. I just love our time together.

This has been going on regularly for six months now. Sometimes, I think about inviting Paul out, or to my place, or showing up at his apartment. But the arrangement is cool and I don't want to destablize it.

I made one mistake, however. I told my buddy Jeff about what Paul and I have been doing.

This is Jeff:

I couldn't help myself: the arrangement with Paul was so hot I had to tell someone. And Jeff's a good friend. He listened admiringly: "Fuck, Kevin, that is hot! You have a pic of this straight man?"

Of course I did: I showed him a pic on my phone. "Wow, that's quite a catch, Kevin. You think he's really straight?"

"Yes, I think I do. I think he's just got a thing for me. Maybe it's my big cock. Or maybe it's the situation: he's in his office, where he's always in control, and for once he gets to let loose."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Well, anyway, you're a lucky man!"

We left it there. But this Friday, when I let myself into the exam room, it wasn't just Paul who was there. Jeff was there too.

I must have looked shocked, and Jeff started to explain: "I was just telling Dr. Lombardi that I'm your friend, Kevin, and that you told me about what the two of you have been doing. I thought maybe the two of you would let me watch?"

Before I could answer--I was going to tell Jeff just to get out of there--he turned to Paul and said, "Doctor, I hear you give one hell of a prostate exam. Would you examine me?"

I figured Paul would want to kick Jeff out just as much as I did, so when he answered, I was shocked. "Sure, Jeff, just step out of those pants and get up on the table."

Jeff took off his jeans, and then he took off his briefs too. "Should I take off my shirt too, Doc?"

Paul's eyes were wide as he stared at Jeff's smooth, muscled legs, and the soft cock neatly lying against his thigh. "Why not, Jeff?" And Jeff stripped off his shirt, climbed on the table, his creamy white ass exposed.

Paul approached, put some lube on his bare finger, and began probing Jeff. Paul was wearing scrubs today, and there was a big tent in front. As he hit Jeff's prostate, Jeff went hard, his cock up against his washboard abs. "Oh, Doctor, that feels so good." Paul's finger lingered there, rubbing, and at the same time, he reached down, pawing his own swollen crotch.

As Paul pulled his finger out, I figured I'd have a chance to put a stop to all of this, but Jeff spoke first. "Doctor, could you continue the exam, please?"

"Um, what do you mean?"

"You've made me so horny, Doctor, maybe you could keep examining my hole--with your tongue this time." I couldn't believe my ears, but I also couldn't believe my eyes. Paul actually bent forward and started rimming Jeff, his tongue pointed against the hole.

"Feels so good, Doc. Do you do this for Kevin?"

Paul grunted a no.

"Does it make you hard, Doctor, to kiss my ass and lick my hole?"

Paul grunted a yes.

"Why don't you show Kevin?"

With his face still buried between the globes of Jeff's ass, Paul loosened his scrubs, letting them fall to the ground. His hard, wet cock poked out of the slit of his boxers.

My eyes were fixed on Paul's hard cock, and when I looked up again, Jeff was sitting on the edge of the examining table, and Paul was bent over him, Jeff's cock--smaller than mine, a bit smaller than Paul's--was buried in his mouth.

Jeff smiled at me, but he talked to Paul. "So, Dr. Lombardi, am I the second man you've sucked?"

Paul nodded his head yes, and Jeff continued: "But Kevin tells me you're straight. Is that right?" Another nod. "Kevin says you love being fucked, but only by him. Right?" Paul hesitates, but nods.

Jeff pulls Paul's head up. Paul's mouth gapes open, hungry, and Jeff stares into his eyes. "So, Dr. Lombardi, straight man, if I offered to fuck you right now, you'd say no. Only Kevin gets to do that. Right?"

[to be continued]

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Theo The Womanizer

The door opened, and Theo stepped out. His face was slack, his eyes glazed over with a vacant stare, and his tongue lolled from his mouth. Upon seeing me, he flexed his bicep.

"I’m inside him, Master..." Theo murmured, his deep voice slightly slurred, as though forming words was now a difficult task. "I ate a part of his brain like you ordered me to. He's now just a husk."

Theo was my next-door neighbor, the guy was the epitome of a jock stereotype—handsome, athletic, and insufferably arrogant. But especially, he was a notorious womanizer. He would bring home a new girl practically every week, and the thin walls of our apartment building ensured I was subjected to every squeak of his bed and every crescendo of moans and gasps. It was maddening, infuriating... and, if I’m honest, a little jealousy-inducing.

I’d fantasized about him for months, despite his obnoxious behavior.

Did I go too far by asking my alien companion to crawl into his ear while he was sleeping and turn his jock brain into mush? Probably. But as I stared at him now, standing in the doorway with that empty, obedient expression, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. He was mine now—a blank slate, a beautiful, mindless plaything.

I took a deep sniff of his hairy armpit while he stood mindless.

"Let’s head inside," I said, stepping into his apartment as if I owned the place. "I’m done listening to him screw those girls. Now, it’s my turn. Make sure you dig into his memories of those past hookups so you can recreate every move he made with them."

"Yes, Master." Theo closed the door.

A few minutes later, my loud moans were the ones echoing outside the apartment walls. Suddenly, it all made sense why his dates were always so vocal.

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Alien Appetite: Snacking The Biker

I chuckled at the funny face this random biker made at the moment my alien buddy crawled inside his ear.

I just love the faces they make whenever they're having their brains taken over by Cosmo, my tiny alien bug. They always freeze on the spot with those dumb facial expressions. Usually, with their eyes bulging in shock and their tongues hanging out. Sometimes, their eyes roll back, and some even stare in opposite directions, but they always have their tongues hanging out. It's kinda Cosmo's signature by now.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo of this one's face. It might sound weird, but I like to collect photos of the faces they make during the takeover. I have hundreds of photos like this saved on my phone because I like to jerk off to them later.

I heard a squishy sound coming from inside his head, and suddenly, his left eye moved abruptly in an unnatural, opposite direction. I chuckled as I snapped another photo. It was such a drastic contrast from the loud arrogant brat that he was just a few minutes ago...

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I was walking outside in search of the perfect host for Cosmo, who is my tiny alien bug who needs sperm to survive. The problem is—Or blessing, in my opinion—he is too small to digest the cum by himself; he needs a host body to digest the cum for him. So every month, when he gets hungry, we go hunting for a poor, unfortunate soul to become his next digestive system for the month. And, of course, once he finds the host, I'm more than happy to feed him with my cum.

I was starting to lose any hope of finding a suitable host. Half the day had passed, and I still hadn't found a hot man. Of course, any guy would serve to become a host, but I was a gay dude! Of course, I only wanted to pick the hottest guys. But I'm not that selfish, there was also the fact that fit, healthy guys had the tastiest and strongest cum, and Cosmo was very picky about his food. That was Cosmo's own words, not mine.

I sighed in disappointment. I was usually very good at hunting. Just like last month, I found a rich, muscular black hunk at the gas station. We had so much fun with that host; I was already missing sucking on that huge black cock... maybe I should pay him a visit tonight after finding Cosmo a host. Before leaving his hosts empty, Cosmo would always program what was left of their brains to continue living their lives on autopilot even without free will... of course I also asked him to make them treat me like their Master.

The autopilot thing was all my idea. Before I met Cosmo, he would basically leave his hosts in a vegetative state. The police had no clue why men in the city were being found with parts of their brains missing and their own cum in their mouths.

The search for a host continued without success. Maybe it just was a bad day, I thought.

As I was walking on the sidewalk of a house, I suddenly heard the loud screech of tires and the roar of an engine. A young, handsome biker abruptly stopped his bike just inches from where I stood. A few more inches, and he would have run me over.

It was my fault, I suppose I was too lost in my thoughts to notice the bike approaching, but before I could apologize, he spoke.

"Hey! Watch where you're going dumbass! I don't want a fat human pancake right in front of my house!" He shouted, flipping me his two middle fingers in a cocky manner.

I just stood there in front of him with my mouth agape, completely amazed by this good looking young biker.

His curly brown hair peeked out from under his backward cap, and the white tank top he wore showcased his toned, tattooed arms. He exuded effortless charm and youthful energy, even when being an arrogant prick. Those were always my favorites.

He would be perfect, I thought.

So, in a quick move, I grabbed Cosmo out of my pocket and watched as he flapped his tiny wings and flew towards the biker, finding his way right into the arrogant brat's ear. Instinctively he slapped his ear as soon as he felt the intrusion, making his cap fall to the ground. But it was too late for him, because in seconds, his eyes bulged, and he stuck his tongue out.

A familiar sign that Cosmo had reached for the brain.

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Now, he is sitting on his bike, frozen and with the dumbest and hottest face expression ever.

I ran my hand over his curly hair and leaned closer to his face. His tongue was so big and inviting, just hanging out there, drooling. I just couldn't hold myself, I had to taste it. So I started to suck on that huge tongue with passion. He didn't respond to my sloppy kiss—of course, with an alien bug consuming parts of his free will, he was incapable of doing anything.

But little by little, I started to feel his tongue reacting to mine until I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me harder against his mouth, locking our mouths together. I felt his strong tongue dominating mine, making me melt into his muscular tattooed arms while I just let him explore my mouth, making sure he was pushing his tongue as deep into my mouth as he could. He then pulled away and smirked at me. "Master needs privacy for his feeding. Follow me to the garage." He said, with some traces of his arrogant persona still present in his voice.

"Is this your house?" I asked.

"It's my parents' house. They're inside so we're going to have to use the garage to feed my Master."

We walked into the garage, and once Inside, I closed the door, the garage was dark except for the light coming from the garage door's window.

I couldn't see anything, but when I turned around, I saw the biker lying on a car's trunk. He had unbuckled his belt already and was staring at me.

"Wanna make the honors?" He asked as he teasingly slid his hand inside his underwear.

I immediately dropped to my knees between his legs and pulled down his pants. His throbbing cock was bulging inside his boxers, and judging by the bulge, I knew he was well-hung.

Just another point in my favor, as Cosmo had a preference for well-endowed hosts to ensure proper feeding. I was very good at the game of spotting the most well-hung men, not even Cosmo knew how I was always right, call it my secret gay power.

With a single pull, his underwear joined his pants on the floor, and I was greeted with the sight of his 8 Inches hard cock, pulsating with life and leaking at the tip.

He put his finger on the leaking tip and sucked on his finger. He savored the taste for a moment and then made a *not bad* expression, "Master approves my cum," The young biker said. With that, his eyes rolled back, and he started to bend forward, his head becoming closer and closer to his hard dick. I heard some cracking and snapping sounds coming from him as he bent forward to the point he was unnaturally folded in half. His face was now just a few inches away from his cock. He opened his mouth, and his long tongue came out. His lips wrapped around the head and engulfed his shaft.

His eyes were still white as he took inch by inch and started to suck himself off with gusto.

The feeding was always my favorite part. I just continued on my knees, watching from closer this handsome cocky biker suck his own cock like he has done it a hundred times before.

In truth, he was just obeying Cosmo's commands, who surely had done it a hundred times before.

It didn't take long, and his muffled grunts filled the garage, he gulped down his cum like he was drinking water. Then he finally detached his lips from his shaft with a loud 'POP' sound.

A few more cracking and snapping sounds and he was sitting normally. He placed one hand behind his neck and stretched out, letting out a long sexy grunt.

"Fuuuckkk... my neck hurts so fucking bad, but anything to feed my Master," He said between grunts as he exposed his hairy armpit.

I leaned forward and buried my face in his musky pit. He didn't react and just allowed me to worship his sweaty armpits. He tasted and smelled like a real man.

"What's your name boy?" I asked as I took a deep long sniff.

"It's none of your business, you dirty fa-" He suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence, and his body tensed. Then his expression softened, and he continued talking, but now less aggressive. "My name is Blake..." he answered casually, "That's it, enjoy my armpits, you gay whore. They're sweaty and musky from a day of riding my bike with my friends under the sun."

I chuckled, "Your armpits taste wonderful, but there's a little alien inside your brain who enjoyed your cum a lot more than I enjoyed your pits. Cosmo is very picky about his food, you should be proud." I said, without taking my mouth from his armpit.

"Well, what can I say? Every girl who’s had the pleasure of getting a taste has only ever come back for more. My cum is alpha-grade, the kind that leaves anyone craving for more. They know it, I know it, and let’s be honest, who wouldn’t want a piece of that?" He braged, jerking his still hard shaft.

I smirked at that. I loved how Cosmo always kept their cocky personas even after becoming mindless meat puppets. Ok, I might have begged him to keep them this way instead of just turning them into cold robots, I liked them with some of their personalities. I continued licking and sniffing his armpits for almost an hour until he suddenly pushed my head away.

"Ok, that's enough dude! Jesus, you're not the only one hungry here. Get up,"

I did what I was told. As I stood, the tent in my pants was on full display. He stood up and stepped in front of me. His face was so close to mine that I could smell his cum on his mouth.

"Master is not sated yet, he wants more. Unfortunately, I already gave him everything I had in my balls, which wasn't much since I was in my girlfriend's house early today and I wasted my cum on that bitch."

My cock throbbed, knowing what was about to happen.

"Master is telling me that the only reason you helped him turn me into his brainless vessel was so you could receive a blowjob from a hot straight guy like me, is that true?"

I could only nod. He snorted in disgust. "I fucking can't believe I had parts of my brain consumed and my free will destroyed by an alien just because a pathetic gay guy is horny. You're sick, dude."

I was completely lost in the moment as the biker knelt in front of me. His lifeless green eyes were locked onto mine as he pulled down my pants, and when his mouth opened, I fixed my eyes on that massive tongue of his; thick and wet. Finally, his tongue wrapped around my shaft like it had a mind of its own. Holy shit, it felt incredible!

He started working me with that tongue, sliding it up and down my shaft like he was savoring every inch. His lips wrapped around my tip, sucking gently, while his tongue did all kinds of wild things, swirling and caressing me in ways that made my knees weak. I let out a low groan, my fingers found their way into his curly hair.

"Fuck," I muttered, totally overwhelmed by the sensation. I tightened my grip on his hair and pushed his head down further, feeling him take me deeper. His throat clenched around me, warm and wet, driving me crazy. He let out a soft moan, and the vibrations sent shivers through my whole body.

I pulled his head back a little, just to take in the sight of this arrogant biker's face. Then I pushed him back down, harder this time. His tongue kept going, sliding up and down my length, hitting all the right spots. I could feel that tension building inside me, I was getting close.

I grabbed his hair tighter, forcing his face against my crotch, making him take me all the way. He gagged a little but didn't back off—they never do—his hands gripped my thighs like he was begging for it. Watching him give in like that, so completely under the alien's control, pushed me right to the edge.

Finally, I pulled out and aimed straight at his tongue, which was hanging out, already waiting. My cum shot out, covering his tongue and dripping down his chin. He opened his mouth wider, letting me see it all before swallowing every last drop. I knew Cosmo was enjoying it just as much as I was, feeding off everything.

When he swallowed the last of it, he looked up at me with that blank gaze and a satisfied smirk. "No matter how many vessels I make, your cum will always be my favorite, my human friend," Cosmo finally said through Blake's voice.

Since that day, Blake became Cosmo's feeding host for the month and he would often send me a message asking me to meet with him.

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*One month later*

It was 4:00 AM. I was sleeping with Cosmo's previous host, the muscular black hunk that we found at the gas station last month. We were cuddling together when I was awakened by the sound of a text message. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw it was a message from Blake. He sent me a mirror photo with a text.

"Master is hungry again, meet me at the parking lot near my house." Was all the message said.

"I'm on my way." I responded.

I grabbed my car keys and drove to the location. Arriving there, the parking lot was desertic like you would expect to be at 4:00 AM. It was cold, luckily I had put on a hoodie. I didn't have to wait long—Soon I saw Blake walking towards me, shirtless, wearing only his pajama pants. Looking hot as always.

"Sorry for waking you this early. I'm just very hungry. I need to eat some strong healthy cum, not some thin, unnourished cum," Cosmo said in full control of Blake.

"Blake isn't producing enough cum anymore? I assume," I asked as I pulled down my pants, freeing my flaccid cock, it was cold. Blake kneeled between my legs and started to stroke my shaft, right there in the open.

"He can only produce a few drops now. Not enough to keep me sated." He said putting his hands inside his pants.

He pulled out his cock and slapped it, I watched as It jiggled. "This thing is completely useless now."

"Wow, you really ran this host out fast, and Blake was a healthy young man, he should last for at least 40 days. You're becoming too greedy, you need to learn to control your hunger so the hosts can last longer."

Cosmo had to change hosts every month because, eventually, the hosts he was possessing would become infertile and stop producing cum forever. It was a side effect of the takeover and the constant feeding. Cosmo had explained to me before about the scientific factors behind the host's infertility, but I didn't dare to try to understand.

I moaned as I felt Blake's warm mouth closing around my shaft, it felt nice from the cold. "Fuck, I'm going to miss Blake. What do you think of us searching for a new host tomorrow? I'm sure Blake here would love to help us turn one of his hot friends into a brainless puppet just like him," I said between moans, as I finally gave Cosmo what he was so hungry for.