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Confidence is the Key

I've been watching him the whole day from a distance, here in the gym. Something about how his boyish look looks so insane in contrast to his huge, muscular body. Every time I hear him grunt or groan from doing a set of his workouts, I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my dick throbbing inside my sweatpants. If anyone would be my first subject, this guy is the best subject right here in the gym.

I maintain my distance from him, careful not to give him any reason to be suspicious of my presence. Anxiety, stress, and fear slows down the effect of my gift. Good thing that people tend to feel energized and pumped up after a good workout. So I bid my time, do some time with the treadmill and the Jacob's ladder step machine while keeping tabs on my target. After 2 hours of pushing his body to its limits, my man throws in the towel over his shoulder, high-fives his spotter, and goes into the locker room.

I give him a few minutes before I follow him into the locker as to not be suspicious. There are only a few men at the gym today so it's not hard for me to figure that my man is inside the stall where the shower is running. I place my hand over my crotch to hide my raging boner poking a hole through my sweatpants. If someone sees a short, skinny, and lightweight man like me, hanging around the locker room with a raging boner, people might figure out what I'm up to. But who am I kidding? Magic has become part of pop culture and people treat it as a fantasy rather than a lost art.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my man opening the stall door and coming out from his cold shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He hums a popular song about meeting up in an apartment as he light bangs his head in tune and walks past me. My man didn't even give a dime about how I looked at him as he got out of the shower until he reached his locker. As he casually puts his underwear, I slowly walk up behind him and extend my hand until I'm touching his muscular back.

Before my man can react, I shoot out my newly weaved spell into his spine. His whole body froze up as he dropped his underwear that he was holding. His arms fall to his side as I can feel him tensing his body, struggling to fight off the invading threads of my spell spreading its influence and control all over his body. I wait for a couple of minutes before removing my hand from his back. My man's posture adjusts as he slowly turns at me with a confused and angry look on his face.

If my formula is correct, my spell should be able to piggyback on the subject's confidence and pride to bring out their innate need for approval and validation of their magnificent self. My spell will then increase their agreeableness ten folds and direct it towards me. Every compliment I give will make them feel so good since they will genuinely believe me and slowly make them feel the constant need for my recognition. Before he could say anything, I introduced myself to my man, and gave him his first test.

"We're cool, you like it when I touch you like that. In fact, you want to show off in front of me so that I'll touch your body even more." I calmly say to my man as he raises his left eye brow and pouts his lips just a little.

"Oh yeah, so how do you feel about this? Want to touch these guns?" He jokingly says as he raises both of his arms in front of me and mimics some bodybuilder poses that he knows will accentuate the triceps and biceps that he worked so hard for.

"Aren't they beautiful? You can touch them if you like, I won't mind." My man invites me as he gives me a sultry look while pouting his lips seductively.

He looks so proud of himself right now, a good indicator that my spell is working as intended. I proceed to get closer to my man as I start touching his bulging arms, making him sigh proudly as I caress every curvature and depression of his arms like a piece of sculpted art. I look at my man's eyes as he stares confidently back at me.

"Tell me your full name, age, ethnicity, height, weight, foot size, sexual orientation, current romantic relationship, hobbies, and sports you play." I calmly ask my man as he chuckles at my sudden requests, enjoying the attention as I explore his torso nest.

"Name's Brad Thomas Thompson, but most people call me Big Brad. I'm 25 years old, Causasian. I stand at 6'8" and weigh around 260 pounds, mostly muscle. My shoe size is 14, if you were wondering," Brad says with a wink while his large hand finds your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he continues.

"Sexually, I've always identified as straight, fucked a bunch of sluts, but not planning to be tied down for now. As for hobbies, I love football, working out, and... well, Football!" Brad finishes with a big grin on his face as I continue to let my hands wander all over his pillowy, meaty pecs.

"Oh, I'm also 25! I'm Cleto, by the way. Nice to meet you, Big Brad. You look so handsome and manly up close. And gosh, you smell so musky even after a shower. Such a man." I purr as I plan to stoke his ego even more, giving my spell inside his body a boost as it piggybacks on his confidence and pride.

"Oh Cleto... I'm a man, alright. I don't usually talk like this to fags like you, but damn twink, you just know how to catch my attention." Brad's grin grows widely as he towers over me, places his right hand on my shoulder, and flexes his left arm to let me get a whiff of his musk.

I just smirk back at Brad. The first part of my spell is a success. The subject's usual inhibitions and reservations crumbles as my spell skyrockets their confidence to an insane degree, one where they will do anything that feels right in the moment without thinking too much about. Now that's done, let's see if Big Brad here will pass his second and last test.

"it's been nice talking to you, Big Brad. See you again some time." I just said my goodbye as I turned around and walked away.

I walk to my locker and gather my things as I can feel Big Brad doing the same. He would occasionally sneak a peak at me before he continues packing up with a smile. As I walk out of the locker and out of the gym. I can feel the presence of my spell close by, knowing that Big Brad is still checking me out. I get into my car and let out a sigh, smiling as this will be the hardest part of the test. I just hope that it will be as rewarding as I hoped it would be.

For the next few days, whenever I go to the gym, I would see Big Brad pumping the heaviest weight he can manage and letting out loud groans as he works out. I will just focus on doing my stretches and cardio since my goal is to stay slim and not build up heavy muscles. I like being petite so cardio will be fine. While doing my workouts, Big Brad will occasionally walk up to me, talk to me about how he's pushing his body to its limits, and how pumped up he was that day. I would smile and compliment him all the time, as we walked into the locker room and got changed.

After two weeks of repeated cycles, I notice that Big Brad is acting so differently today. The moment I walk into the gym, I just see him standing there at the front desk. I notice him fiddling with his wavy hair, checking his face on his phone, and even smelling his breath for some reason. I flash a smile on my face as I walk up to the front desk to sign in.

"Hey, Big Brad! Are you working for the gym now?" I ask as I write on the sign in form.

"Nah, just manning the fort while Jeeves take a leak. In for your daily cardio?" He asks as he immediately hovers in front of me while I write down my details.

"Yeah! I easily gain weight when I'm not moving around." I causally reply as I look up and see him brightly smiling at me.

"Oh yeah? I know a lot of weight loss exercises that you can do to lose weight and build mass at the same time." Brad offers, with a smirk plastered on his face.

"I like being petite, so I have to pass." I said as I walked away from the front desk and headed to the locker room to put my bag.

As I finish putting in my stuff, I pull out my Bluetooth headphones and start playing my favorite workout tunes. I check my phone for any notification before I lock my locker and turn around. I suddenly bumped into Brad as I didn't notice him standing behind me. He reached out to my headphones and yanked it off my ears. He's staring at me with a darkened gaze and with a smug smirk.

"Didn't know you're into harassing weaker men, Big Brad. I guess I just thought better from you." I chuckle, trying to dismiss his sudden assertiveness.

"Yeah, not harassing, more like taking what I deserve. You didn't even notice my haircut, Cleto. I was hurt you didn't compliment me. I thought that you of all people would notice if I change my hair since you see me everyday. I believe you owe me." Brad says, his voice deep and dripping with something else while his eyes are expecting.

I look around the locker room and it seems that Brad and I are alone. I just realized that I haven't seen anyone working out when I walked in. I look up to Brad as I fake a nervous laugh.

"Oh, right! Your hair looks a little different than usual, Big Brad. It looks good on you. Say, where's everyone, by the way?" I ask as I feel Brad getting closer to me.

"Jeeves wants to close the gym early because he has a party to go to. I asked him if I could stay for a little while since you haven't arrived yet. I know you always arrive at the same time so I said to Jeeves that I can hold the fort just until you come in. He actually teased me that I'm smitten, you know? I've never been like this with anyone else." Brad explains as he slowly inches closer to me, until he's so close that I can feel the heat coming out of his body. His eyes are looking down at me, hungry and expecting.

"Big Brad, are you saying that you like me?"

"Don't be naive, Cleto. I know what you're doing these past couple of days. I know you like me, and I mean, who wouldn't. It might have taken me this long to consider the possibility of being with a gay twink like you. Take it as a favor from me that I'm actually talking to you right now, alone, and I waited for you to come in." Brad placed his huge, calloused hand in my shoulder as he forced me to sit down on the beach behind me.

I smile at Brad. He just passed my second test. Since confidence is already high enough, he's willing to do anything he feels like doing at the moment. Right now, he craves my approval and willingly stays in the gym until I come in. But after everything didn't play out as he planned, he tossed aside his ego and talked to me, thinking that he could get my approval by approaching me like this. Now's the time to turn this around to my advantage.

"Well, it's true that I like you, Big Brad. But I don't think you're right for me. I don't think I'll be a great partner for you. Again, I appreciate your effort and gesture, but I have to reject your advances." I plainly say to Brad, which made his lips twitch and his eyebrow squint.

"Cleto, I don't think you understand what I'm offering here. You will be MY boyfriend. Look at me. Do you think I casually offer myself to any faggot beside you? I'm the whole package, baby, who wouldn't want to be with me?" Brad confidently states as he places his foot on the beach, trying to intimidate me.

"Well, apparently me. Look, Big Brad. You're a great guy. Like I said when I first saw you, you're so manly and handsome. Those are great attributes for a man to have. You can be with anyone who likes those types. But for me, I think my presence in your life will give you nothing new. You offer everything on the table and I don't have anything else to give in return." I look into Brad's eyes as I can see his confusion.

"What are you talking about? You like me, you should be over the moon that I'm being this close to you." Brad scoffs at my words.

"Well, I understand you're confused, Big Brad. What I'm saying is that, you're offering yourself to be my boyfriend, but what can I offer to you in return? You have everything you need with yourself. You don't need me after all."

Brad appears to be clearly taken by my question that he starts questioning his actions. My spells inside him body allowed me to hear his conflicting thoughts. Why does he like me? What do I have that makes him want me? What is so special about a short, weak twink like me? What compels him throw himself like this to a lowly faggot when he knows he's straight? In a flash, my spell inside his mind and body works its use and starts realigning his thoughts. Brad's mouth opens without him realizing it.

"You know how to make me feel good just by talking to me. I can push with my workouts so hard because I know you'll like my body. I want to look good for you. I want... I want to be good for you." Brad finds himself saying as his eyes widen and his breath hitches.

I smile as my spell completes its purpose. I slowly walk up to Brad as I look straight into his eyes. I reach up to touch his handsome face as he finds his head tilting sideways and rubbing on my palm. His eyes tell me that he has no idea what's happening right now, but he feels so good after saying all of that.

"I see. I think I get it now, Big Brad. You want to be mine, yes? You want to be my good boy." I softly say, the effect on Brad instantly becomes evident.

I see his Adam's apple going up and down as he swallows his spits. He exhales as the air coming out of his mouth vibrates intensely. His eyes are already telling me what I need to know. His head slowly nods as he closes his eyes and starts rubbing his face against my palm harder. I can feel his whole body trembling from the need that now becomes obviously hard to ignore.

"Very well, close the gym before we go. You have a car, right? Let's meet in the parking lot." I purr as I slowly walk away from Brad and let him do what he needs to do.

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I view confidence as the driving force in humans. The feeling that pushes them forward and lets them accomplish almost everything. Pride, on the other hand, is how a person sees himself. The idea of who he is, how he thinks, how he acts, and how he interacts. My spell uses these two human concepts and floods the subject's mind and body with it until they snap. Once they do, my spell will override these concepts and replace them with one single thought, me.

It's a slow burn but the result is absolutely amazing. I turn my head to my right as I place my hand on his thigh. I can feel his magnificent body tensing as I glide my palm up to his thigh. I smirk as I give him a firm squeeze while he grunts in response.

"You're so manly and handsome, Brad. I love having a good boy like you around." I softly say as I see a smile forming on his face.

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Getting worshipped outside

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Finn pressed his face against the window, watching Rod, his homophobic neighbour, push the lawnmower. Each pass across the lawn sent vibrations through Rod’s body, muscles rippling under his skin. Finn felt a pang of guilt for being so drawn to someone who made his life a living hell with slurs and sneers. Still, he couldn’t help but look.

Rod stopped the mower and wiped the sweat from his brow. That’s when Finn noticed something on the ground behind Rod shift unnaturally. Something dark and slithering emerged, snakelike, glistening under the sunlight. Before Finn could react, the creature darted towards Rod, disappearing into his pants. Rod’s body stiffened, his eyes widening in shock.

Without thinking, Finn sprinted out of his house. “Rod! Are you ok?” he shouted, closing the distance.

Rod’s body convulsed violently, his back arching as guttural sounds escaped his throat. His movements turned almost fluid, a puppet on strings pulled by an invisible hand. The creature was inside him, and Rod was no longer in control.

Finn reached him, breathless, just as Rod’s body jerked one last time and went still. Rod turned, his expression vacant, and a cold, robotic voice escaped from his lips. “No one was supposed to see this.”

Finn swallowed hard, his fear palpable, but he forced himself to stay calm. “What are you?” he demanded, his voice shaky.

The alien, controlling Rod’s body, tilted its head. “We are visitors. Integration was to be undetected.”

“You’re not doing a great job at it,” Finn said, his voice gaining strength. “If you want to blend in, you’ll need help. Human help.”

The alien regarded him through Rod’s eyes, calculating. “You offer assistance?”

Finn nodded, his mind racing. “Yes, I can help you understand human behavior. But you have to promise not to hurt me.”

Rod’s face twisted into a semblance of a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Agreement acknowledged. Assistance will be accepted.”

Finn extended his hand, his heart pounding. “We start with names. I’m Finn.”

Rod’s hand, now alien-controlled, gripped his. “Designation remains Rod.”

“Alright, Rod,” Finn said, looking into those familiar eyes now filled with something entirely other. He asked “Do you have an access to his brain?”

The alien’s robotic tone shifted, eyes closing as it accessed Rod’s brain. Finn watched, caught between fear and fascination. Rod’s body jerked, eyes snapping open, filled with their usual, aggressive glint.

“What the fuck are you doing, staring at my cock, you little perverted bitch?” Rod snarled, voice thick with hatred.

Finn’s heart pounded. This was the Rod he knew—hated, feared, and yet, couldn’t help but desire. “I—I wasn’t—” he stammered, retreating a step.

The alien, sensing Finn’s terror, spoke through Rod, still harsh. “Do not fear. No harm will come to you.”

Finn’s breath hitched, the surreal situation making his head spin. “Can you keep acting like this?” he blurted out, pulse racing. “I—I find it hot.”

Rod’s face twisted in confusion, his own consciousness struggling with the alien’s influence. “Hot? You’re one sick fuck, you know that?”

Finn felt a shiver run down his spine. “Yeah, maybe I am. But if you’re going to be in his body, you might as well make it believable.”

The alien processed this, Rod’s expression thoughtful. “Maintaining previous behaviors will aid integration,” it concluded. “Understood.”

Rod’s eyes locked onto Finn’s, his sneer vicious. “You’re a fucking sicko, staring at me like that,” he spat, voice laced with disdain, yet undercut by curiosity.

Finn swallowed hard, the line between fear and excitement blurring. “Then make me pay for it,” he challenged, heart thundering.

Rod’s lip curled into a cruel smile, eyes flickering with the alien’s calm. “You’re gonna regret that, you perverted piece of shit,” he growled, stepping closer.

Finn’s pulse raced as he stood his ground, his mind a whirlwind of adrenaline and desire. This was Rod, his homophobic, bigoted neighbor—controlled by an alien, yet somehow still so damn enticing. “Show me,” he whispered, voice trembling.

Rod’s body moved with a predatory grace, the alien’s influence clear in the fluidity of his actions. “You fucking asked for it,” he said, voice a low, menacing rumble.

Rod’s hand gripped Finn’s shoulder roughly, making him gasp. “You like this, don’t you, you sick fuck? Getting off on being treated like dirt?”

Finn nodded, breathless, the thrill of danger intoxicating. “Yes.”

Rod’s sneer deepened, filled with vulgar aggression. “You’re a pathetic little slut, you know that? Staring at my dick like a desperate whore.”

Finn’s heart hammered in his chest. “Yeah, I am,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then get ready,” Rod growled, pulling him closer as he pulled out a cigar from his pocket. “Because you’re about to find out what it means to be a real perverted bitch.”

Rod’s eyes bore into Finn’s, a mix of the alien’s control and his own vicious nature. It was a dangerous game, but Finn was too far gone to care. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t stop himself. The alien’s control, Rod’s aggression—it was a heady mix that left him breathless and wanting more.

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Ever since I laid eyes on the group of tradies that worked on my neighbor's house, their fate has been sealed to become yet another collection of men infected by the alien spores I cultivated for my own lustful fulfillment. I don't want to bore you with how did I have access to the so-called alien spores or how I, a mere 28 years old nerdy scientist, ended up leading the Research & Development department of a Big Pharma within 2 years of merely finishing my grad school, so let's cut it directly to me stalking one of the tradie when he shopped for some material for my neighbor's house.

When he went to the quieter side of the vast material stores seemingly lost in the selection of wood panels, I simply dropped the spores to the floor and let it made its move to approach his woods....stealthily.

It proven to be yet another successful conquest as the spores quickly latched itself to his pants, which surprised him as he tried to swat it away with his hand as he thought that it was merely some insects or something. The contact with his palm enabled the spores to reach more part of his body and before long, the spores shot itself through the available orifices such as his mouth, nose and ear as it then spread all over his organ system within seconds. When the takeover is finalized, he's a mere drone of his former self. With their core hivemind under my control as I provided it with life sources for months, like a good pet of mine, he started to grin at me and then undressed his clothing

"Wow, yet another bodies. You are one lustful human, don't you?"

I just licked my lips as my hands started to wander to rub my tenting crotch

"Go sniff my reeked shirt and wait for me in my truck, nerd. Let me build up some sweat by lifting these heavy panels and shit like the real man I am so you can have more potent musk to inhale later when we go back to my workplace,"

Obviously, after giving him heads throughout the 12 miles-supposedly-30-minutes-drive that he purposefully lengthened into 75 minutes (and 30 miles!) by taking the more scenic and secluded routes and pitstop where he fucked the shit out of my hole before I shoved his mouth into my leaking cock, he came back inside my neighbor house to infect his fellow tradies. When he called my phone number around 10 minutes after his takeover, I walked into my neighbor house with the 3 tradies already incorporated into the hivemind

I eventually spent my entire evening fucked in the construction zone/my neighbor's house by the tradies trio that fucked the shit out of my holes as if I'm some kind of slut they used to bang when they were straight and still human. The way they really treated me as if I'm just a fleshlight under their mercy really made my head spin as I never really experienced such a senseless fucking from multiple men at once.

The 3 new addition of tradies fit perfectly into my ever-growing collection. Plus, with my bald-headed, intimidatingly huge neighbor followed their fate as I eventually converted him into yet another puppet, I have easier time to gather them all in my so-called "sex dungeon" so I can inspect them in one go while they can mingle together in the basement that supposedly used by my Romanian neighbor to manage his crime enterprises with his fellow underworld colleague.

Well, maybe I should let Dragos to gather his friends and then use the spore to convert them all, must be nice to have his buddies all synchronized with him under one hive mind, right?

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In Need of a Master

The rock hit my head with thunk and it sent me to the ground, cluthing the side of my skull while everyone rushed around me. I was in the parking lot when the round pebble nearly creacked my skull open. I could see it under my car, a circular opject, smooth, grey and speckled. I shook it off, thinking it was just some accidental debris.

"Are you alright?" I was asked by an elderly woman. There was someone behind them on the phone, calling the cops or maybe an ambulance?

"I'm fine!" I laughed it off, dusting my pants off from the asphalt sticking to the fibers. I scurried over to my car after picking up my groceries and tossed them into the back. The onlookers were shaking their head and their worried faces started to disappear as they went back to their normal lives thining nothing of it. I unlocked my car and then reached under, feeling around for the pebble until I felt it against my finger tips.

"Gotcha!" I said, pulling it out and turning it over in my hand. I felt it prick my finger, a spot of blood appearing on the outside. It disappeared as it quickly absorbed into the stone.

I am in need of a master. Are you the one? I heard behind. I spun around thinking it was right behind me and finding nothing but more rows of cars. I looked down at the pebble and shook my head thinking it may have just been the result of the thing hitting my head. I slid it into my pocket and forgot all about it on the drive home.

My roommate was chugging a glass of water in front of the sink when I dropped all my groceries on the counter. He was shirtless, as usual, and I watched him acknowledge me before going into his room. I was putting things away, the assigned spots around the kitchen, in the cupboard, and the refridgerator. Devin was playing video games in his room and I took this moment of solitude to read a book on the balcony. I looked across the way at the building and remembered the stone in my pocket just as it slid out and bounced along the ground. I picked it up, and slid my fingers over it. I set it down on the table, returning to my book when it vibrated.

"You are my new master." It had a voice and it sounded like my own.

"What the fuck?" I backed away from it, standing there in shock before getting closer again.

"You are my master. I am here to do what you will." It said, vibrating again.

"What are you?" I asked.

"I am a species from another world, subservient to one. My previous master is dead." It vibrated. I picked it up. Turning it over to see if I could find where a speaker may have been hidden.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"I am in need of a host. In order to serve you better I must take on your species' form. I do not normally look like this. This pebble is a camoflauge tactic. I was picked up by someone and thrown in your direction. I apologize, master, for any pain I may have inflicted before making myself known." It vibrated in my hands. I thought of my roommate when it finally clicked he needed a host. He was kind of an asshole, worked out a lot, and barely paid rent on time.

"Maybe Devin?" I said.

"Yes, Master." It said and then remained quiet. I thought it might do something, tell me what to do, but I returned to my book. I would occasionally peer over the top of my book. I took it inside with me when it finally got dark, and placed it on my beside table before doing my nightly routine. I thought maybe it would do something, especially since I could hear Devin's snore through the walls, but it was just there. I even said goodnight to it before clicking off the light and going to sleep.

The following morning it was gone. I thought maybe I had dreamt it. A concussion dream I was experiencing throughout the evening, but I noticed a slimy substance on the floor. I followed it out of my room, careful not to step on it just in case it was something dangerous. The trail led out into the hal and then into Devin's room. The door was wide open and I could hear something happening inside. Devin was asleep when I peered around the corner, but I could see something much larger next to the bed. It was curled up, looking over Devin.

The creature suddenly grew arms, long tentacles that curled and wiggled until they latched on to Devin's body. He was still asleepm his arm above his head and the blanket barely covering him. The thing slithered on top of him, leaving a slimy trail in its wake before the tentacles became taught. The head of the creature pushed against his stomach, now startling Devin awake as he tried to push the thing off in panic. His stomach seemed to open up for the creature, slurping its ways inside of his belly button and with every amount of bulbous form slipped inside the less Devin was struggling. His hands started to slip, suddenly losing control and then slamming against it. Devin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the creature was almost in, the last of it wriggling and shaking as it forced itself into him. his abs tightened and his belly button slurped as the creature popped inside. Devin's body bounced on the bed and then his back arched before collapsing back into his sleeping pose.

"Devin?" I asked, making myself known and standing at the foot of his bed.

"If that's what you wish to call me, Master." He opened his eyes and looked down at himself.

"Are you okay?" I tilted my head.

"I am perfect. This form will hold me as you wished." He looked over at me, lifting his arm above his head with a smile as I walked around.

"That's awesome." I said.

"I am glad you think so master." He responded. I wanted to touch him so bad. Reach out and worship that body I had been jerking off to night after night.

"What now?" I asked.

"I am yours to control, Master." He said. I won't lie, I loved that he called me Master. I loved it so much that when it came out of Devin's mouth it made my cock bounce. I reached out, touching his chest as he looked at me with those obedient eyes.

"I see you like this body." He flexed it, his pecs tensing under my palms. When I rand my hand down his chest to his abs he tesned them and I jumped on top of him. His cock was pulsing under the blanket.

"I do. You will do anything I say?" I pushed my hands into the blanket and felt his cock. My fingers squeezed it which made his eyes flutter.

"Yes, Master. That feels good." He groaned as I pulled on his balls.

"Okay. As much as I like you calling me Master, don't do it in public." I squeezed his cock and it made him moan.

"Yes, Master." He said as he writhed underneath me.

I leaned in close and whispered, "I want you to beg me to fuck you. Pretend to be Devin." I leaned back, but he didn't let. He gripped my arms and pulled me in close, kissing me.

"Please fuck, bro. I have wanted you inside me since we moved in together." He said, sliding his hand down his body. He pulled himself out from underneath me and perked his ass up.

"Since we moved in, huh?" I said, throbbing.

"Yes. I need that cock inside me." He reached back, pulling his cheeks apart. His hole puckered as I leaned in and gave it a lick. He moaned out, his whole body tensing as I teased him with my tongue. I made him turn around, his mouth drooling as my cock bobbed in front of his face.

"Suck it." I said. His mouth enveloped it and I leaned my head back as I let out a moan and as he sucked I could already feel my balls churning from the pleasure. I pushed him away from me, my cock wet from his saliva.

"Beg." I said. He turned around, his ass up in the air and he pulled his cheeks part for me one last time.

"Please. I need it. This fucking hole needs it, bro. I'm all yours." He was almost whining and it was enough to entice me. I pushed my cock inside, feeling his tight ass against me as it slid into him. He gasped and gripped onto the edged of the bed, the springs creaking as I fucked him hard. His hole felt amazing on my cock, especially when he clenched it and my cock throbbed against it while sliding in and out of him.

"Tell me you want me." I pulled him up, my cock pulsing as I slid my hands around him and along his body. I squeezed his muscles, enjoying them in my hands.

"I want you to fill me up with your fucking load, bro. This ass is yours. This body is yours." He flexed for me as I felt him up, pushing him back down and holding onto his waist as I felt my cock nearing the explosive end. I was fucking him hard when I felt my whole body trembling and I blew my load inside his hole. The image of the creature squeezing into his body flashed in my mind. I was shaking from the adrenaline, from having this power over his body and we collapsed onto the bed. I was on top of him, kissing his back as he smiled.

"I'm happy to please you, Master." He said, my cock still lodged inside his hole. He playfully tightened himself around it and I whimpered, enjoying him. I pushed myself over and looked over at him as he laid there, eyes staring at me.

"Okay, so, I think you're going to be my boyfriend. At least pretend or I don't know." I said, my hand resting on his back as he rest his head on his crossed arms.

"Of course, Master. That will be easy. You're much nicer than any other Master I have had." He said.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, from here on out I want you to have a little freedom. Enjoy this body and also blend in as him. He still has to pay rent." I chuckled. The creature didn't understand the joke and laughed too.

Years later and he's still inside. Enjoying the pleasured of his human form and every chance we get, no matter where we are, he reminds me he's inside. Plus, I love having him around even if I am his Master.

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Intrusive Thoughts

Part 2 (Part 1)

Having Id around is a strange yet funny thing. After I recovered from the accident and got discharged from the hospital, my life has never been "normal", as I put it. Everywhere I go, huge, muscular, homophobic, straight men will throw themselves at me. Id puppeteered their bodies like it's his own. I know that he's a part of me, and I'm still wrapping my head around the concept, but having Id around made my life much easier to live in.

On Halloween, I was peacefully strolling down the street, holding on to a basket full of chocolates and candies that I was planning on giving to the children who'll be trick or treating. When suddenly, this masked man starts following me and harassing me, calling me all the derogatory names you can say to a gay man. At first, I just tried ignoring him, and continuing my walk back to my house.

Maybe about my height being 5'2", or my body being thin from recovering at the hospital, but this man decided to push me so hard that I almost fell on my face on the pavement. Unfortunately for him, all Id needs is a physical contact and he can take them for a ride. The man, named Anson, ends up becoming my entertainment for Halloween as he bounces his bulging cock in front of me while giving me a gun show while wearing his mask on. I ended up bouncing on that cock that night as Id made Anson talk to me while mimicking the voice of the killer in the movie, Scream.

Then Thanksgiving came. I was driving happily after I was able to purchase the biggest turkey I'd ever seen. As I came up to a stop light, I heard this truck behind me honking all crazy. That was the first time that I saw that truck so I thought his beef wasn't with me. To my surprise, this asshole actually followed me until I got home. I was so scared when he parked behind my car and got out of his truck.

I saw this huge, tattooed redhead angrily walking up to me. I was so nervous that I fiddled with my keys as it fell on the ground. The redhead grabbed my collar and lifted me up, choking me in the process. He started spewing nonsense about me taking the turkey that was supposed to be his, when I didn't even see him near it when I picked it up. As I gasped for air, I touched his arm as Id does his magic.

The redhead grinned wildly at me as he put me down and went back inside his car. After a few minutes, he came back with a huge grin on his face again as he handed me his underwear. I blushed as I could see the outline of his cock tenting inside his sweatpants. That Thanksgiving, I ended up eating the turkey with Buford's cum as my gravy while I felt his beard brushed around my groin as he gave me a blow job.

Today, I made the mistake of going into the mall for a late Christmas gift shopping. While there, I encountered this couple who walked beside each other as the man had his muscular arm around his girl's waist. I walked past them as I thought about how I'm still single for this Christmas. I never had a boyfriend before and it sure would feel wonderful having a tall, buff, and handsome man like that loving me and caring for me. I shoved those thoughts aside as I continued checking my gift list and finding all of them as soon as I could.

After making sure that I was able to get everything from my list, I felt my bladder about to burst as I headed to a nearby restroom. To my surprise, the man I saw before was there, washing his hands before he dries it and fixes his hair. I feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wonder how it feels to be loved by a man like this. As I pass by him, I feel this strange sensation running all over my body as I notice the man jerking up before his arms fall on his side. I notice his eyes rolling up to his head as he slowly goes back to normal. I look into the mirror as I feel something weird is happening. The man looks at his reflection and then into mine. He flashes me a flirty smile as he turns his head to me.

"Like what you see, Jun?" The man asks as he gets closer to me. Luckily there's no one around to see this exchange between us.

"Come on, Id. I didn't even touch him! Let the poor man be. He's happy with his girlfriend, for God sake. Can't you just stop for one moment and think about how I would feel?" I say to the man as I know that Id is the one making him do this.

"You come on, Jun. We both know that this guy is far from being poor, though he's happy, it's not because of the woman he was with. You should know by now why I'm in this guy, right? Or are you going to keep on denying to yourself what you already know deep down?" Id reasons with me as the man pulls me in an embrace and looks down at me as he brushes my lips with his thumb.

"And you should know by now how I feel whenever you do this. These men becoming a puppet for you to play with might be fun and exciting Id, but at the end of the day, I feel empty. Emptier by each man who will walk up to me by your manipulation, fuck me, and then walk out on me as soon as you let go of your control, without even knowing how much they made me feel the night before. I can't live like that anymore, Id." I exclaim at the man as he looks surprised by my statement.

"You said you want me to let them go, right? You said that they have a life of their own, right? Now you're complaining that no one sticks around to be with you? You can be so complicated most of the time, Jun." Id says as the man grins wildly at me before his huge hand starts cupping my balls and squeezing my dick though my pants.

"That's true! I don't want them to derail their lives just to be a puppet for your antics. I want to experience falling in love, Id. I want someone to love me, not because you're making them love me. I want someone who will sweep me off my feet after giving a surprise gift that he knows I love because he listens to me. I want them to love me, Id, not just be horny and in lust to me one second, and then have no memories of what happened after." I tried my best to explain with Id as I started crying. I noticed someone coming into the toilet, only to back away as he saw the man comforting me as I cried.

"Stop crying, Jun. Geez! Fine, you want to be in love with a single person for the rest of your life? You got it. But don't say I didn't warn you about what you're giving up here. Any gay man would die just to have what you have. An endless number of men, willing and raring to give you the fucking of your life." Id insists as he makes the man rub his hand all over my back.

"I just want to experience it, Id. Just once. And if I'm wrong, then that's okay. That's all I ask." I cried even harder as I relented to my wailing.

"Okay, fine. Want to see a neat trick?" Id asks before the man's eyes roll up in his head and his body starts trembling.

I pull away from the man as I watch him having what looks like a seizure. I froze in place as I don't know what Id did to him or why this is happening. The man suddenly stops moving, as his eyes slowly roll down. He looks straight into my hands before he lets out a deep sigh. He comes up to me and introduces himself.

"Hey, I'm Carlos Herrera. I'm 28 years old, 6 feet tall, weighing 190 pounds of pure muscles. You must be Jun, right? Jun Diaz?" Carlos says as he comes up to me and holds me in his arms before caressing my face.

I feel my face blushing after hearing his deep, bass voice speaking to me. Id never talked or acted like this. I can feel Carlos' body heating up as he holds me in his arms. I just nod my head in response to his question, making him smile seductively.

"Good. You see, the girl you saw me with, not my girlfriend. Just some rich bitch that I'm letting on the hook for her money. I don't have a life aside from being an escort to support myself and using rich bitches like that to earn a little more. I'm straight but I don't think it will matter anymore. Id told me everything and made me into your perfect boyfriend. Just tell me how you want me, and I'll do it right away. I always take advantage of my looks and body to make a living, but now, it doesn't matter. You will take in me as your househusband, provide for me, and in return, I'll love you with all of my heart, body, and soul. That's the relationship you want, right?" Carlos professes to me as I'm too stunned to speak. Before I could even utter a word, he pressed his index finger into my lips.

"Shut up, Jun. I don't want to hear your doubts. Come on, let me help you with the gifts you bought and take you home." I just nod at him as Carlos props me up and grabs my hand before pulling me out of the Mall's bathroom.

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I got home blushing like a teenager, as I saw Carlos' car parking behind mine. He takes out all the gifts I bought from the back of his car as he effortlessly slings them all in his arms and carries all of it to my front door. I hurriedly opened the door as Carlos let himself inside as I followed him. He carefully places all the gifts under my Christmas tree as he turns his head to me, before he slowly walks up to me. He's so big and tall that he towers over me. He pulls me in his arms again as a deep, gutteral groan escapes his lips.

"You know, Jun, I'll be honest with you. Id is still inside my mind right now. Telling me how you feel, saying all the right places I should touch, and all the right words I should say. We can feel your doubt about me, and why I'm doing this. Is Id messing up with you? Am I just a puppet of Id? Shit, you even thought about how huge my cock must be and if you can fit it inside your ass! But don't worry, I'm yours now. Id made sure of that. This way, he won't interfere directly with your dream relationship while I'll be playing the role of your romantic, loyal boyfriend. Don't be shy and don't hold back. Know that I'm ready to do as you ask and I will love every single second doing it." Carlos purrs at me as he grabs my shoulder and lifts me a little higher so that he can lean down and kiss my lips.

His kiss was deep and passionate. I can feel his tongue pushing its way inside me while it twirls and twists with mine. I can taste his saliva as it wraps around my tongue all slick and salty. I can smell the musky scent coming from his slightly haired chest. His hips trusting into my stomach as his rock-hard cock throbs against me. His powerful hands hold my body in place as they roam all over my face and back. As Carlos slowly pulls away from our kiss, I was left panting and wanting for me. He looks into my eyes as he softly smiles.

"I never kissed someone like that before, Jun. I fucking want you, man. I've never been gay with anyone but with you? God damn it feels so good. Tell me what you want me to do, Jun. Tell me how I can please you. Teach me how I can make you feel how much I love you right now." Carlos moans as his arms tighten around me. I can feel a noticeable scent and wetness forming on his sweat pants as his cock looks like it's going to tear a hole.

"I... I want to suck your cock, Carlos. Can I do that?" I ask Carlos as I look into his eyes. He just smiles at me before he leans down and gives me a quick peck on my cheek.

"Si, mi amor. You can suck if how many times you want from now on. This cock, this body, it's all yours now." Carlos declares as he rolls up his tank top to show his perky, muscular pecs.

His hands grab my shoulder as he gives me a nod. He slowly pushes me down on my knees as I look at how handsome and masculine he looks right now. He pulls down his sweatpants in front of me as his cock slaps my face, smearing a huge amount of his pre-cum on my skin. I gasp at the sheer length and girth of his manhood. I take a gulp as I look up at Carlos, a little afraid of his massive tool.

"There's no room for fear and doubt here, mi amor. There's only love, loyalty, and devotion between us. I am yours however you want me. And if this is how you want me right now, then all I can do is to do my best and pleasure you." He softly said before he slid his cock inside my wide open mouth.

"I'm going to love you so much, Jun. Just wait and see."

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Merry Christmas everyone. I know I've been away for so long. I can't say when I can write another story here. I'm so happy to see people still liking and reblogging my stories even when I've been incognito for the past months. Work has been crazy and relationships can be hard to juggle all at once. I'm just glad that I can still go here on Tumblr and enjoy reading stories that I like.

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Step By Step

"Thank you for setting me free," All football players said in perfect unison, their deep voices in perfect synch like in a choir. "Thank you for finding me these hosts. I will forever be grateful to you."

I looked up at the line of jocks, all stacked up on the stairs, shirtless and ripped, their muscles were covered in sweat after an intense football practice. They stared down at me with adoring eyes.

I still couldn’t believe what was happening.

Infecting the football team water system with that slimy alien substance I found inside a capsule at an abandoned building? Genius move. Now, all these arrogant, straight jocks are mere hosts for the alien slime—every single one of them.

The alien is a Hivemind parasite, capable of seamlessly infiltrating and controlling multiple human bodies at once. A single drop of the slime is enough for the alien to turn a brain into goo.

I grinned at them, "You’re welcome. Now… It's time to show me how grateful you really are. Don't you think? I'm not trying to rub it in, but if it weren't for me, you'd still be stuck inside that abandoned lab."

"I appreciate your help. Please, come enjoy your reward!" The football players flexed their biceps at the same time.

I took a step onto the front line of hot jocks. Their eyes were empty, dead, but their bodies? Perfect and ready to be enjoyed by the nerd they never even knew existed. My hand reached out, running over the hard, thick pecs of the football player on the far right. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick his sweaty body, tasting the salt on his hard muscles.

"That's great, keep tasting my muscles, You’ve earned this, dude!" This time only the jock I was worshiping spoke.

I grabbed his bulge and was disappointed to feel he was soft. "Can you make them all hard, please?"

"Your wish is my command!" They all said this time. In seconds I felt the jock's cock growing in my grip.

I then focused on the hunky black jock on his side. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his neck, then trailed kisses down his chest, tasting the salt on his skin, breathing in his manly musk. He didn't move, just stood there, letting me explore his dark nipples with my tongue.

"That's right, enjoy my nipples, you deserve it champ!"

I smirked and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed our bodies together, kissing him deeply, his lips warm and soft against mine. My hand then slid down his pants, feeling the thick shaft in his shorts. He stood still, letting me take my time to enjoy every inch of him.

After I finished making out with the stud, I went to the head-shaved jock on his side and did the same to him, and then to the next...

After I was done with the first line, I took one step up the stairs. I was now at eye level with a new set of thick, bulging pecs. I focused on a pale blond jock and started to kiss him passionately. I felt his hands on my ass, and his hard cock pocking my crotch.

I kept switching. Jock by jock. Step by step. Squeezing my lean small body between those huge and sweaty muscles. Every new step brought another line of hot, hard bodies, and I would touch, feel, and taste each one of them. My hands explored every muscle, my mouth tasted all their sweat, and my nose smelled their musky armpits.

The alien didn't just make them stand there. The jocks would kiss me and even hug me from behind, like they were fighting for my attention. They pressed their hard cocks against my ass while whispering sweet compliments in my ear, thanking me and saying things I never thought I'd hear from the mouths of such hot, straight jocks.

By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was breathless and my mouth was hurting, but I still was just as horny as when I was at the bottom of the stairs.

"Let's go to the locker room. A successful takeover like this deserves a big gay orgy as a celebration!" I said. They all cheered and started chanting my name like I was their savior. Two muscular jocks lifted me on their shoulders and carried me to the locker room.

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Family Mission: The Backyard

"If you know what's best for you, you'll stay there and listen to me carefully. Again, you did not see me get inside his body so this might look like a silly air gun but I can promise you that you'l regret making any single move,"

Fearing for my life, I obviously followed my stepfather order, or whatever creature that reign over my stepfather's body. After all, the way my big bro just suddenly lose his consciousness mid-way playing game after my stepfather pointed and then shot the invisible air gun to him is enough to convince me that he's not playing around.

"Okay, now, since you've been seated comfortably, let me explain to you. I crash landed on your backyard earlier this morning and your father was making the whole thing difficult for me as he somehow spotted and snapped the pictures of me and my kind and even made some call to Washington DC, so we are compromised as we know it. Luckily, because he photographed us, we became aware of his.....awareness, if that's the word, and I decided to pay him a visit. He's physically here, but everything about him is.....me now. I'm in charge of his body and my fella is also in charge of your older brother. He's processing the whole thing now, hence the lost of consciousness, but he'll be fine....fine as in fine like me. Now, I know and your older brother know about your little alien wet dream sequence you wrote in your diary that you stupidly left in the study room for everyone to see. Your father, stepfather is obviously embarassed. Me on the other hand, well, I love all the fucked up sequences you came out with based on the memory reading I did, so here's what I offered you, collaborate with me to harbor my kind from the incoming investigator and you can live your dream with us, or you can try to run and I will definitely stuff someone from my kind inside of you. Up to you,"

"I....I will help you.....daddy,"

"Okay, stop. Don't be weird. You called me sir usually, so stick with that. And please, a boner? Are you kidding me?"

"Uhh...ohhh...okay sir. Sorry for making you uncomfortable,"

"Okay then, son, let's wake your brother up and clean up the mess in the backyard. Then, what do you think if we workout to the gym nearby?"

"Sounds like a solid plan....sir,"

As the three of them walked to the backyard to start cleaning the scene and take out the remaining aliens from the spaceship, the father said

"By the way, we also held 5 prisoners within our ship. They're criminals, the infected ones from our kind, maybe we can just expose them to the investigator, planting their dead form inside the spaceship? After all, not like our kind just visited Earth for the first time so our data probably already exist in your government's database,"

"Your lead, sir. You know what's best,"

"See, Griffin, be like your brother. More obedient and has more excitement about extraterrestrial life. If only you are like him, you'll not be braindead and taken over by now,"

"Stop making the nerd hard, dad,"

"Hahahahaha, I love the chemical reaction from this whole dynamic. The surge of anger and disgust that I instantly repressed and turned into excitement upon seeing him getting a boner when I talked like his dad but then twisted it into the most unhinged shit no normal human would ever say.....yeah, you should try it sometimes, Grif,"

With his cheek flushed in embarassment, Jerry meekly walk besides his possessed brother all the while looking at his father muscular back and ass that look just so perfect this morning. Maybe the alien inside make him look at his dad with different shades, but well, it's a welcomed change

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My boyfriend loves nothing more than getting himself wet. Be it through shower, working out, swimming, anything, he just loves to be wet. His parents said he used to be a clean freak all the way until he met me, so it's quite a weird turnaround to see him wearing sweaty tanktop with no care in the world or his weird new habit of trying as hard as he can to not use towel to dry himself. But I can explain it

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My small extraterrestrial friend specifically came to Earth because it heard tales about planet where the dominant inhabitants physical makeup consisted of mostly water and the planet itself has more water than land mass. That's planet Earth and its human inhabitants, and luckily it met me during my early morning walk across the woods where I stumbled upon its crashed, tiny spaceship. The tiny fella claimed to me that supposedly, the spaceship landed on the nearby lake but somehow the thick fog of the forest and its humidity probably messed up the censor. I helped it him out to go to his destination, but then along our way, he shared to me about his desire to just simply live inside a body of water 24/7. I look at him slightly confused at first, but then I realized that there's no harm from lending him a hand to materialize his inter-galactic dreams. But then, I stopped mid-way as he shared that he didn't expect human to be kind and compassionate so he stated that he want to remain connected with me even after he went on the wilderness. That's not gonna be an easy task because I wouldn't be able to understand him in his new form and not like I can differentiate which fishes or lake creatures that he resided himself in. That's when I decided to turn myself back to civilization as my mind set to give him his wishes

As I arrived in the local swimming pool filled with some people enjoying the warm sun that still shines in my home state (we are not known for winter after all), my eyes focused on one specific target I know he will like

"Quill, do you see that? As I explained and you knew already, human body consists of mostly water and if we wanna keep in-touch, I think that man over there can help us remain connected way better rather than you get yourself inside a fish," I pointed to the shredded hunk floating in the middle of the pool with his eyes closed

Quill responded with excited vibration before he leaped into the pool, quickly swimming his way to get himself near the floating hunk. I watched from the distant how he swerved some people standing and floating on his way as he seemingly tried to enter the hunk from his asshole or something. But then, after what I assumed to be a detour from his end, I noticed his form calmly floated right next to his ear. And then, that's it, the entrance as he slipped his watery form into the man's exposed right ear

The man failed to realize it until its too late and suddenly a sharp, painful sensation as if someone jabbed his ear canal caused him to yelp in shock before having a mild seizure. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his back arched uncomfortably due to the sensation of the possession, yet the pool crowd simply ignored him because Quill timed his final step of possession with the big wave coming out from the end of the pool which caused everyone to cheerfully react and drowned the target's scream.

As the wave finished until the next one comes out, Quill's new vessel also stop contracting and groaning. His white eyes returned to normal and he started to get the senses around him. The noise, the scent, the cold sensation from the water, everything must felt foreign for the extraterrestrial adventurer, but that out-of-place facial reaction only lasted for less than a minute before he ditched his donut floatie and swim to the corner where I've been watching everything transpired in the past few minutes. He really did it, he slid into that asshole and helped me to fulfill my dream to get close to him! In a refreshing surprise, Kotaro smirked at me before he caught me off-guard as he said

"I've noticed the way you've been staring at me, fag. What? Do you think you have a chance now that he's taken over by a generous and trustworthy intergalactic buddies of yours? Well, go to the shower, turn it on cold and strip for me, I'll be there in a minute or two to give you what you want,"

I never ran faster in my life, and it was the start of a brand new chapter of my life that I've been living happily for the past 1 year

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Dionisio (@ThisIsDionisio)

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My neighbor’s the local pastor. His Sunday sermons are all fire and brimstone. Homophobia galore. He makes it clear people like me are going to hell.

This afternoon, after church, the rest of my family was out visiting relatives. I invited the pastor to watch the game with me. He surprised me by agreeing. And by arriving at my place wearing shorts and a pink shirt. I’d never seen him out of uniform.

I changed into a white tank top and flowery shorts, sat next to him on the couch, moved my right hand onto his thigh.

“Would it be a sin, Pastor, for me to touch you like this” He sighed, “Oh, yes!” I took his right hand and moved it into my crotch. He didn’t resist. Then I leaned in and kissed him, taking his lower lip between mine. He let out a little moan, kissed me back.

“Are you going to hell for this, Pastor?”

“Oh, yes.”

I bit him, licked his face, as he opened his mouth wide.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, no!”

“I’m gonna send you to hell, Pastor.” I pulled off my shirt, leaned in and kissed him again, my tongue exploring his mouth.

My hand on his crotch felt how throbbing hard he was.

As I pulled off my clothes, he did too.

I sucked him hard and then rode his dick. But before he could shoot in me, I pulled off him, dangled my cock in his face. “Suck me, bitch!”

And he did.

After he’d swallowed most of my load, I shot the last bits on his face. He still looked so hungry. And damned.

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