mythamongpeople

[mythamongpeople]

Strong Men Gym

On a quiet night, Clyde is walking home from the gym on a lonely and scary path.

In the meantime, he felt eyes staring at him. He tried to run faster, but felt like he was running in the same place.

Suddenly, a large number of black hands grabbed him. Clyde, who was a strong man, felt weak. He tried to escape but failed.

Many hands grabbed him and ran their fingers over his muscles curiously. Suddenly, a voice whispered in his ear, “This is a good opportunity.”

Suddenly, Clyde woke up from his nightmare. His breathing became a little labored, but people outside could hear him. “Honey, are you okay?” Clyde’s young husband, Theo, who had lived with him for several years, greeted him with concern.

Clyde: It's okay, honey. I was just dreaming.

Theo showed a slightly worried look when he saw Clyde's tense expression. He said with concern, "Darling, are you sure you're okay if you're not feeling well? We can postpone our date."

Clyde smiled and pulled Theo into a hug. Our date today was going to be special. Clyde kissed Theo's neck like he always did. Just seeing your face made me feel so good.

Today Clyde and Theo are very happy, they dated in many beautiful places, it is a beautiful feeling for them like a flower in a beautiful field.

As they were heading home, he saw a new gym opening near their house. Remembering his nightmare last night, he chose to go to the gym here instead of the old one, which was quite far from home.

The next day he went to play at this fitness center. He was impressed when he found the modern, clean exercise equipment and the spacious area in the fitness center. There was a lot of air conditioning but there was no smell of sweat at all because of the special air conditioners.

When he finished playing, he decided to sign up for a fitness membership. It was great that this fitness center had a lot of options for people to exercise. He could play with people without being disturbed. Many of the rules were the same as his old gym.

But there is one rule that Clyde particularly likes: the gym offers free chicken breasts and protein for members, which saves him the trouble of having to go out and buy these items during his workout. Plus, the chicken breasts and protein here are of high quality.

After Clyde started going to the gym here, he really liked it. Whether it was the convenience or anything else, Clyde felt that his muscles looked noticeably better, even though it was strange that he always felt strangely comfortable after he finished going to the gym.

One day, while he was playing fitness as usual, he suddenly felt strangely unwell. He thought that it might be because his workload had increased, making him tired, so he decided to go to the fitness shower room and he didn't forget to take a picture in front of the mirror to post on social media as he likes to do.

When he took off his clothes to reveal his hot body, he slowly got into the shower and started to take a shower. He loved the feeling of the water running over his muscles, and the gym soap and shampoo had a very special smell.

When he finished washing his body, he was about to get out of the shower but he felt that his body was very heavy, causing him to bend down to the floor. When he felt that his body was getting heavier, his legs started to become uncontrollable.

His muscles visibly tensed, his arms became uncontrollable as if they weren't listening to his commands, his eyes rolled to the side, he started to groan, the vision gradually darkened, Clyde's body blacked out.

As time passed, Clyde's body slowly rose up as if nothing had happened, his face showing the utmost satisfaction. "This was worth the wait."

As time passed, Clyde's body slowly rose up as if nothing had happened, his face showing the utmost satisfaction. "This was worth the wait."

Clyde's body walked to the control panel for the staff to enter a special passcode for high-level members.

This is a top secret project of a rich man who has created a special nano cell that can penetrate every touch. This nano cell will enter the body of the person who touches it. It will gradually adjust the body and mind of the person who touches it to be ready for the possession.

However, due to the limitation that nanocells must be present in large quantities in the body, and the lifespan of nanocells is very short, in order for the host's body not to think that nanocells are a threat to the host's body, the host that will be possessed must receive nanocells regularly so that nanocells can still work effectively.When Clyde's body confirmed that he could possess Host's body, he received a message through the circuit board. He received, "Thank you for using our service. We will take care of your old body so that you can live comfortably. Please accept this."

Suddenly, a strange Sim popped up from the screen. Clyde pulled it out with a message that said, “A special Sim, if placed at the nape of its neck, will disintegrate. It will issue a command to the nanocell to access the host’s memories so that you can gain the host’s memories.”

He quickly did as the message said and soon he had all of Clyde's memories. He groaned in his throat as the memories flooded back to him.

Clyde, this body's name is Clyde, you have a cute little husband, I will take care of him. You probably don't know that ever since you came to this fitness center, you have received a large number of nano cells. Every machine you exercise, every chicken breast you eat, every protein you drink, every water you shower in the fitness center, even the soap or shampoo, everything in here has nano cells, even the air from the air conditioner. When he finished speaking, he noticed his erect penis.He began to masturbate by using his beautiful hands to quickly stroke his 13-inch cock up and down.Every time he touched a new cock, he felt like he was about to reach his climax. Soon, warm semen would shoot out from the tip of his cock and splash all over his chest. He used his tongue to lick the white liquid on his body. “It tastes so good. The taste of a real man.”When he cleaned himself up, the new Clyde was getting dressed. Instead of choosing the other clothes the real Clyde had prepared to change into after his workout, he called out to the original shirt that was sweaty and smelled like the real Clyde. He sniffed the sweaty smell of the shirt before putting it on. “This smells so manly.” When he was done putting it on, he walked out as if nothing had happened. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Clyde turned to take a picture of himself in the mirror. “I didn’t forget to take a selfie, haha.”

When they got home, the new Clyde didn't hesitate to rush in and kiss Theo hastily. I'm sorry, honey. I need it so bad right now. Theo, although slightly shocked that his husband's day seemed rushed, didn't refuse. He pushed his body against Clyde's erect penis in his pants. "Start, honey."

After a hot night of sex, Theo hears Clyde getting ready to go out the next morning. "Honey, where are you going?" Clyde turns around and answers immediately, straightforwardly.

I want to go play some sports with my friends. Will you allow it, my love?… Not right away, Clyde could speak. Theo answered quickly. “Sure, my love, but don’t be too late.” Clyde walked over and kissed his husband goodbye. Thank you for the hug.

When he left the house, the new Clyde didn't forget to take another selfie to share on his social media channels.

I am the same person in a new body. I am so excited to use my new body to play sports instead of my old fat body. Suddenly, a message popped up from his account, “You have received $1,000,000.” Great, the company works very fast. Now I have pocket money for my new one.

Oh but before I go play sports with my friends I have to deal with the hard penis in my pants first and luckily there is a bathroom nearby I will have a lot of fun with my new dick hahaha

Thank you for reading until now. I tried to write longer stories and add more details because I got some advice from my friends. I hope you guys like it. I'll push for the next story.

[mythamongpeople]

CityScapes: Residential Figure

[mythamongpeople]

The Catfish Incident

"Thanks for the energy drink, man," Jake said, cracking open his can of blue energy soda as we ambled down the dimly lit hallway back to our apartments. The gym members' party had left us both hot and sweaty, and I thought a refreshing drink would be the perfect cap to our evening.

"Yeah, no problem, bro. You owe me one next time!" I replied, although I was thinking something else entirely as I watched him guzzle his beverage.

He was tall, about six feet three inches, with a toned physique that would make anyone envious. His hair, the color of wheat, was slicked back with some kind of product, and he wore a tank top that hugged his chest tightly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick arms. His shorts were tight enough to show off his wide hips and well-defined ass.

Standing beside him, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity. While I was reasonably fit and steadily working towards what I hoped would be my ideal body, Jake's presence ignited a deeper yearning within me. It wasn’t just about having muscular broad shoulders and a confident stride—it was about embodying that effortless aura of masculinity, the kind of identity that defines an alpha male.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot—I need to head back to my apartment now," Jake said abruptly. "I have a little rendezvous tonight," he added, flashing a smile.

"Sounds like a plan. What time is your date?" I asked casually, pausing beside him.

“About an hour from now, so I should probably hit the showers first. Gotta freshen up and work out these guns again,” he laughed. Then, without warning, he raised his left arm above his head and flexed his bicep, staring intently into my eyes. “It’s been too long since they’ve seen any action.”

I felt myself blush uncontrollably at his words, but luckily Jake didn't see it, and he continued heading down the hallway.

"See you tomorrow, Dave!" he called out over his shoulder before disappearing through his apartment door.

Little did he know, I was well aware of who he was meeting tonight.

As I stepped into my apartment, the familiar walls and furnishings offered no comfort to the restless longing stirring within me.

Each well-placed book and neatly aligned chair seemed to echo the structured, unyielding life I had sculpted for myself—a life of discipline as a respected professor, always mindful of reputation and societal expectations.

With a sigh, I removed my glasses and set them aside on the table. The lenses caught the fading light of the day, scattering beams that danced across the blandness of my living space, teasing me with glimpses of brightness in my otherwise predictable world.

This simple act felt like peeling away the layers of a persona crafted over years.

It felt symbolic, like I was discarding a part of myself that was too familiar, too constricted by old fears and inhibitions. Tonight was not a night for the timid David hidden behind those lenses; it was a night for someone entirely new.

I pulled off my tank top, feeling the cool air hit my bare skin, followed by the soft cotton of my white gym shorts. Finally, I slid down my underwear and tossed them aside. I felt incredibly vulnerable, standing there nude with no one else around.

Across the room, my gaze then shifted to the bed, where the realistic bodysuit of a Latino model lay outstretched. The room lighting cast a bright hue over its meticulously detailed surface, accentuating each muscular contour and shadow, making it look almost alive. It wasn’t just a garment; it was a gateway to another existence.

As soon as I saw it, I couldn’t resist touching its smooth skin. I ran my fingers over its chest and arms, feeling the softness of its skin. Then I slid my hands down to its waist and squeezed its firm butt cheeks. It even had a built-in penis that was larger than my own, which gave me a sense of excitement.

"Alright," I muttered under my breath, "let’s get started."

I could feel my dick twitch as I reached down and grabbed hold of the slit at the back of the bodysuit. The suit itself was made of a special material that allowed for easy movement and flexibility. Slowly, I began pulling the two sides apart so that there would be enough room for me to get inside.

As I sat down in the chair, I began sliding my right leg into one of the muscular legs. They were tight but not uncomfortable. As I pulled them up over my thigh, I could feel the skin stretching slightly as it moved up my leg. This was going to be so fucking hot!

I continued moving my left leg into the second leg until both feet were on the ground. Next, I positioned my shaft to the built-in dick and slid my arms into the sleeves. My biceps bulged with each movement.

Standing up, I took a few steps forward, feeling the incredible strength of my legs against my skin. I flexed my arm, watching the veins pulsate under the surface. I couldn’t help but smile at my new, sexy body.

Finally, I put on the built-in mask that resembled the handsome face of a Latino model.

As I slid it over my head, I felt the soft material conform to the contours of my face.

Once the mask was fully secured, the ’Heddon’ app on my phone opened up.

In order for the bodysuit to work properly, it needed to be activated. I selected “Start Sealing” and watched as the screen filled with images of the process.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the suit began to seal shut around me. I felt the muscles of my legs begin to tingle as they fused with the suit.

My thighs and calves became more defined as the skin tightened around them. The same sensation spread across my chest and shoulders, making them bulge outward. My arms seemed to grow larger as the suit conformed to my muscles.

Within seconds, the transformation was complete, and the suit fully integrated with my body, leaving no trace of its presence. It was as if I had become one with this sexy, lifelike skin.

With a grin, I stepped towards the mirror, admiring my reflection. The face staring back at me was that of a young, fit Hispanic man with broad shoulders and narrow hips.

“Welcome back,” I whispered to myself as I looked in the mirror at my new reflection. “Diego.”

My jawline was strong and defined, giving me a masculine appearance. I flexed my biceps, showing off the definition in my arms.

I ran my hands over my hard chest, feeling the firmness beneath my fingers. Then, I squeezed my pecs, enjoying the way they rippled beneath my touch.

I let my hands travel down to the bulge between my legs, squeezing it gently. My cock throbbed with excitement as I imagined what it would feel like to fuck someone with this body.

I picked up my phone, opened a dating app and messaged Jake using the Diego profile. We’d chatted a little bit on the app a few weeks earlier, and he seemed really interested in meeting up.

“Hey sexy,” I typed into the chat window. “Want to see some pics?”

“Sure thing, stud,” Jake responded. “Whatcha got?”

I smiled as I sent him a couple of pictures of myself wearing different leather and latex outfits.

“That’s hot,” Jake wrote. “Do you think you can do something even hotter tonight?”

I grinned as I typed back, “Of course, baby. Anything for you.”

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A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a Reddit thread mentioning "Heddon: House of Transformation" — a service offering realistic bodysuits that promised an entirely new level of personal transformation. Intrigued yet skeptical, I clicked through.

The website was adorned with glossy images of transformations and detailed testimonials from users who spoke of life-altering experiences. Video demos showcased the suits’ incredible realism and functionality, portraying seamless transitions from person to suit.

Admittedly, the site and service were new, which did little to alleviate my skepticism. However, a promotional offer for first-time users—a significant discount on their first order—was enough to tip the scales.

Despite my initial doubts and the nagging thought that it could all be an elaborate scam, I decided to take the plunge with some disposable income I’ve set aside.

I ordered a customized bodysuit modeled after a muscular Latino—a physique and persona so starkly different from my own that it felt like it could only exist in fantasies.

When the package arrived, it included not just the bodysuit but also detailed instructions for using the accompanying "Heddon: House of Transformation" app.

The app, once downloaded, allowed me to control the bodysuit’s features, including the crucial sealing process which would integrate the suit seamlessly with my own body.

When I first donned my new Diego bodysuit a few nights ago, I created a fake profile on the dating app and got tons of messages but one message caught my attention— it was my gym buddy Jake.

“Hi there! You’re so hot and cute!” he wrote.

“Thank you! You’re pretty handsome yourself,” I responded.

We chatted for a bit, discussing our hobbies and interests. I told him that I was looking for someone to share my fetishes with, and that I loved wearing latex.

He responded quickly, saying that he was also interested in exploring his kinks and that he loved wearing leather and latex. Before long, we were messaging each other every night, sharing our deepest desires and fantasies.

A few days later, Jake asked me if I would be willing to come over to his apartment and have some fun. I agreed, excited to finally meet him in person.

“I’m so glad you’re coming over,” he wrote back. “I’ve been dying to meet you in person.”

“Me too,” I replied. “I can’t wait to see you.”

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Now, here I am, standing outside Jake’s apartment door, feeling nervous and excited all at once. I knocked on Jake's door and soon heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door swung open, revealing Jake standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Diego! Come in!” he says, grinning at me. I follow him into the apartment, and he shuts the door behind us.

Jake leans against the door, studying my body. “Wow, you look amazing,” he says. “I never imagined you would actually look like this.”

“Thanks. It feels good to finally be able to meet you in person,” I reply. Jake smiles and directs me toward the living room. I remove my jacket, revealing my tight black muscle shirt and latex pants.

Jake’s eyes widen, and he lets out a low groan. “Damn, you’re fucking hot,” he says, running his hands along my chest. His hand then slides down my chest and over my crotch. “And you’re hard.”

“I am,” I whisper. “You make me feel so horny.”

We sit down on the couch, and Jake pours us some drinks. “So, tell me more about yourself,” he says. “What kind of stuff do you like doing?”

“Well, I love wearing leather and latex,” I say. “And I love playing different characters. Sometimes I dress up as a superhero, sometimes as a villain. It really depends on my mood.”

“That’s cool,” Jake says. “Me too. I love wearing my costumes, especially when I’m out with friends. It helps me let loose and have fun.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I say. “Sometimes it’s hard to be yourself when you’re around other people, but when you’re in your costume, you can let go and be whoever you want to be.”

“Exactly,” Jake says, smiling. “It’s like a whole new world opens up when you put on a costume.”

Jake leans closer, his eyes locked on mine. “And sometimes, they bring us closer to our true selves than we ever thought possible. Maybe because we feel safe behind the mask, we can express our true feelings.”

The air between us charges with an unspoken understanding. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Have you ever felt that way? Like you’ve discovered something real about yourself through a character?”

Jake nods slowly, his gaze intensifying. “More often than you might think. Sometimes, it’s only when I'm someone else that I can express what I really feel... what I really want.”

I watch as he removes his towel, revealing his hard cock. I gasp in pleasure as he strokes himself slowly, looking straight into my eyes. The moment hangs heavy between us, laden with unvoiced desires.

Then, impulsively, Jake closes the distance, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that feels like the culmination of our shared revelations. Our tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths, as I moan softly and my fingers thread through Jake's soft hair.

Jake breaks away from our fervent kiss, leaving me breathless and longing for more. With a sultry grin, he stands up and begins to undress me, one piece at a time.

My excitement grows as he pulls my tight latex shirt over my head, exposing my toned chest and chiseled abs. He trails his fingers down my torso, sending delicious tingles through my entire body.

As Jake continues to undress me, his touch becomes increasingly intimate and sensual. He caresses my skin, grazing his fingertips along my shoulders, arms, and sides. I lean into his touch, letting the warmth of his hands linger on my skin.

Finally, Jake reaches my pants and skillfully slips them down my legs, revealing my matching black briefs. He pauses for a moment, admiring the sight of me in my underwear, before slowly removing them as well. Standing before him completely naked, I feel exposed yet empowered by his admiration.

Jake's eyes sparkle with lust as he looks me up and down. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

My heart races as he bends down to press his lips against my chest, trailing kisses down to my abdomen. His hands explore my body, massaging my muscles and stroking my skin. I close my eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that wash over me.

Just as I start to drift into blissful oblivion, Jake abruptly stops. I open my eyes to find him looking intently into my eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

"What's wrong?" I ask, confused by the sudden pause.

"Come with me," he murmurs. "I have something I want to show you. It’s my private collection."

He then gestured to a door at the end of the hall. My heart pounded in my chest as I followed him into the room.

Entering, I gasped in surprise at the sight. Scattered all over the room were several realistic bodysuits, each one more impressive than the last.

While pretending to be amazed, I wondered if Jake realized I was wearing a fake body.

Jake grinned. "My job has its perks," he explained. "I'm a beta tester for 'Heddon', so I get access to their entire collection."

"This is amazing," I remarked, feigning ignorance. My hands ran over one of the suits. "What are these things and how do they work?"

"Don't pretend you don't know," Jake chuckled. "You may think you're fooling me, but you aren't."

He was right. Staring at him in disbelief, I asked, "What?... what do you mean?"

"It's not a secret," Jake replied. "These suits have a distinct smell, and I've gotten used to it. I know when someone is wearing one."

I sighed, knowing I couldn't deny it any longer. "Okay, fine," I admitted. "You caught me. But please, don't tell anyone else. This is just between us."

"Of course," Jake nodded. "I understand."

He reached out and touched the side of my fake face. "I don't care who you are or what you're doing. I like the idea of someone else being able to take on a new identity for a while."

"Thank you," I said, smiling. "But seriously, why are you showing me all of these suits?"

Jake shrugged. "Since you're wearing one, I thought of wearing one as well," he suggested. "Maybe we can have a little role-play fun."

He then picked up a bodysuit that resembled a tanned male model with long hair. "Do you think this fits the bill?" he asked, holding it up.

I smirked and touched the bodysuit Jake had chosen. "Let's find out, shall we?"

[mythamongpeople]

Free! but truly free

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

         “ How do I sound?”

         “ Just like him, sir!”

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

         “ How does it feel Rin?”

         “ I love you, Rin.”

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

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

         “ Now, scream my name – Sousuke”.

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

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

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Newfound darkness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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         That faithful night,

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

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

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

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Chilling Adventures of Nicholas Scratch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

         Who shall be his next victim?

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The Damnation of Immortality

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

         “ Thomas, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mythamongpeople]

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[mythamongpeople]

A painted skin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mythamongpeople]

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

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