#male skinsuit

[max-the-many]

From father to son - I think I keep both for now, although it might be tricky at times not to get the family suspicious...

[max-the-many]

It really was surprising what he agreed do with me wearing his buddy.

"Dude, mind me taking some cloth off? I'm so sweatty!"

"Sure" he just said, starting to undress himself.

It didn't seem to be sexual at all! At least for him. I sure would make a move at one point. But for now, I was really curious on what else he would do with his 'bro' besides that...

Alessandro Cavagnola

[juanbodyswapstfs]

Dm if interested in body swap roleplay!

[myster-roca]

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?"

[max-the-many]

Not sure if I'd wear him today. Got some good options at the moment. What do you say?...

IFBBPRO FABIOJUNIO https://instagram.com/fabiojunioclassic_?igshid=YmM0MjE2YWMzOA==

[ppssession]

Cosplaying as a cosplayer

Kuro, a 49-year-old man, as a company employee and an old uncle, he really dislikes his life in Japan. Although it is a country with order and is worth visiting, for an old man like him who is almost 50 years old, this place is very boring.

For him, his whole life was very dull. Even though he lived near the touristy Shibuya and it didn't take long to get there, he didn't feel very good because he didn't have the time or energy to go after working all week.

One day, while he was walking boredly in a park, he came across a mysterious man who came up to him.

Mysterious Man: Hey, hello, friend. You look bored.

Kuro: Ah, that's right… (Kuro tries to walk away from his big-ass attitude)

Mysterious Man: Don't be afraid, I can feel it. Are you bored with your life now? I can help you change your life.

Kuro made an annoyed face: I don't care what you propose, whether it's an investment or a stupid contract or something.

Mysterious man holds Kuro back: Yes, I want to make a small contract with you, but it's definitely not an investment.

The mysterious man took out a zipper from his pocket. This is a special zipper that can help you change yourself. Just attach it to the body of the person you want and you can become like him.

Kuro made a face of disbelief: This is crazy. Do you think I would believe a stranger whose name I don't even know?

Mysterious Man Smiles: Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Henka. I just happen to be running a shop selling equipment for transforming yourself.

Henka: It won't hurt if you take this zipper and try it. It doesn't seem to be dangerous.

Kuro took the zipper with a suspicious look on his face before walking away.

When he got home, Kuro looked at the zipper he received and it was just an ordinary zipper.

Just then, his phone rang with a notification that the message was from Henka.

Henka: Hey, I think I found a figure you might like. Then he sent me a picture of a foreign guy.

Kuro: How did you know my contact information!!!

Henka: It doesn't matter. I'll tell you how to use the zipper.

Henka: You just zip the person's head and then just step in. Easy, right? Oh yeah, when you go in, don't forget to take off your clothes. It'll be more comfortable.

Kuro: That's crazy. I don't believe you.

Henka: Come on, it won't hurt to try. The picture of the guy I sent is called Arm. He's visiting Japan. Tomorrow, he's going to Shibuya. I think that's a good opportunity, right?

Kuro was gradually persuaded and decided to do what Henka told him to do. The next day, Kuro was in Shibuya. He tried to look for the young man in the picture as Henka told him to do but he couldn't find him.

Kuro sends a message to Henka: You lied to me. I didn't find Arm like you said.

HENGKA: Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Arm is cosplaying as Gojo Satoru from the anime Jujutsu Kaisen. Do you know him? If you don't know him, just find a guy with a white wig.

Kuro walked around for a while and saw a young man walking around in a cosplay outfit. That must be Arm.

Kuro was a little shocked. His aura looked more muscular than Henka's, making him look very good. Kuro secretly followed Arm for a while, then Arm went to the public restroom. He followed Arm for a while, after Arm finished his business, Kuro locked the restroom door.

While Arm was washing his hands after finishing his business, Kuro took the opportunity to zip Arm's head. As Arm was about to turn around to fight back, the zipper was pulled down. Arm's body knelt down. His back was torn open to allow a person to fit inside. His eyes were empty as if he had no soul.

Kuro saw this and hesitated for a moment, but suddenly a notification sounded on his phone. It was a message from Hega: Don't hesitate, start your new life.

Kuro didn't hesitate, he took off all his clothes. Once he was naked, he slowly stepped into Arm's body. The feeling when one leg went in was both slippery, soft, hard, and warm.

As Kuro's body entered Arm's body further, Kuro's penis, which was pushed in as if it was inserting into Arm's hole, caused Arm's penis to gradually become hard as well.

As Kuro's body sank into the gap in the middle of Arm's back, the zipper slowly closed until the middle zipper fell off Arm's head. Arm's body moved slowly, his eyes coming back to life. Kuro had entered Arm's body.

Kuro slowly explored Arm's body with his hands, starting from his large breasts and his erect penis in his pants.

But suddenly Arm's phone rings. It's a text message from Arm's friend asking where he's gone. Kuro panics when he sees the unfamiliar language. Suddenly, the door that should be locked opens. Kuro is shocked.

Luckily, the person who came in was Henka. Kuro asked in shock, “You… Henka, how did you know I was here?”

Henka showed a satisfied expression when she saw Kuro in his new state: It's just a simple magic item I made. You must be nervous when you see an unfamiliar language, don't worry, I can help you.

Henka took out a white pill and ate it. It will allow you to gain all of Arm's memories and abilities. Without hesitation, Kuro took the pill and swallowed it immediately. "Why didn't it work?"

Henka: Because you're in too much of a hurry, I haven't finished speaking. This medicine will work with the body fluids of the person who needs the memory in the right amount. Normally, when I experiment, I use blood, but in this situation, blood is not very suitable.

Henka's face showed an evil expression: But there's one more thing that can be used. *Henka's hand suddenly touched Arm's bulging crotch. The thing can be used as a substitute.

Henk unzipped Arm's pants and released his large cock. He expertly stroked and ground Arm's cock with one hand while the other played with Arm's nipples.

Kuro knew that Arm's body was reacting very strongly, the increased emotion made him moan uncontrollably.

Soon, with Henka's expert worship, the large cock released a large amount of warm semen. He used his hand to receive it before bringing it to Kuro's face.

Kuro had a hesitant expression on his face. Without waiting for Henka, he used his hand that was playing with Arm's nipples to pull Arm's mouth open and forced him to swallow the semen.

As the semen flowed down his throat, Arm's memories slowly entered Kuro's mind. His tongue moved to lick Henka's fingers to take everything in Henka's hand. Hen showed a very satisfied expression. He pulled his hand back. Arm's body knelt down before Henka walked away. He left a message, "Have fun acting as a cosplay boy."

Kuro slowly regained his senses after regaining all of Arm's memories. He put his cock back into his pants and it quickly became hard just by touching it. It seemed like Arm's cock was getting horny very quickly. "I'm Arm now," Kuro said before walking out of the bathroom.

He walked to meet Arm's friends. Even though they were suspicious of Arm's disappearance for so long, but because Arm had to do some heavy business, there was nothing left. From his memory, Arm had to record a dance clip and post it on TikTok. Even though it wasn't too difficult because Kuro had already received Arm's memories and abilities, but because his erect penis in his pants moved back and forth while he danced, the head of it touched the material of his underwear, making him not very focused.

As soon as he finished recording the clip, they sat down to eat and drink while Kuro was playing with his phone. He received a message from Henka, “Hey Kuro, I hope you enjoy your new body. That’s a zipper that will turn the trapped person’s body into a bodysuit. You can pay for the goods using this account number.” Kuro soon transferred the money along with a message, “Here’s the price for your goods. Thank you for your new life as a cosplayer, and don’t forget, if you have any new goods, you can tell me. And don’t forget, I’m Arm now, not Kuro, haha.”

Haha, after sending the message, the new guy smiled and sipped his liquor, thinking that he should go back to his room soon so that he could have fun with his hard cock in his pants.

I hope you like it. It took me longer than I thought to write this. The Henka characters seem to have some connection to the store you probably know what it is lol. I hope you like it. Bye.

[many-of-max]

Although it's comedy this clip is so damn hot! That hot dude, the kidnap, the disguise... uff...

[bigboysfalldeep]

Time for a change - Male Body Suit

My life was kind of boring.

Working 9 to 5 every single day of the week, while being exhausted and restless on the weekends. I had basically no time for myself, and all I could think of was how much I needed a fresh start in life.

I talked to a friend online, and he told me about the body-suit serum. It would turn anyone into a body-suit, to take over their life.

He assured me it would work perfectly, and I had nothing to lose.

A few days later, I received the kit, including the serum, a few syringes and some sort of inhaler.

He said there are three steps to obtain the body suit.

1st: the injection, it will flatten the subject and create the suit.

2nd: the fitting, putting on the suit like a usual neoprene suit.

3rd: the inhaler, once you inhale the spray, the suit will be complete.

It seemed way to complicated to be false.

But there was still one question left; who did I want to be?

i was lazily skipping through TV channels when I ended up hooked to a football game.

That's when I saw him, Enzo Fernandez.

He was everything I desired in a man; a body of a god, so much money and most importantly, the exciting life of an athlete. I loved latinos so much, and was envious of his effortless beauty.

Every fiber of my body ached to be him, and I spent every waking moment fantasizing about it.

It took me two months to come up with decent plan.

I saved all the money I could, quit my job right before traveling to argentina.

One night, during an official friendly match between argentina and france, I disguised myself as a random worker, no body asked any questions even though I could barely communicate with anyone.

I watched the whole match, my mouth watering anytime I saw Enzo, my future body.

I felt my dick press against my jeans, my mind was in a haze, all I could think of was becoming him.

But I needed to focus, and not let this desire overwhelm me.

I stood inside the tunnel, as the argentina players walked passed me. One by one, wearing their sweat-soaked jerseys, shorts, socks and boots. They were so hot. But I waited for the special one.

I didn't know what I did to be that lucky, but Enzo was one of the last players to show up.

I swallowed hard, feeling the syringe in the palm of my hands, hidden inside my jacket.

"E-e-enzo," I stuttered, my throat tightening quickly.

He turned his head, raising an eyebrow, when he noticed I was holding a picture of him in my other hand.

"Quieres un autógrafo?" He smiled, pointing toward the picture.

I nodded, as he came closer. Quickly, I looked to the left, then to the right, no one in sight.

I was standing there for a reason, a blind spot, no cameras, and very close to a utility room, basically just behind me.

Enzo looked down, and before he knew what was happening, I injected him with the serum.

My heart pounded so hard in my chest, my muscles were trembling. If it didn't work, I would just get sued and end up in prison.

He let out a soft whimper, his eyes rolled back as he slumbed forward into my awaiting arms.

My body was moving on his own; I steadied him and pulled him into the utility room, locking it behind me. There was barely enough room for two people, let alone one unconscious footballer and a nervous mess.

I sat down and held him in my arms. His breathing was shallow, steady, as I ran a hand down his chest, feeling his firm muscles beneath the damp jersey.

It felt so good. Heat was radiating through the shirt, his muscles reacted to my touch and his scent, the musky, earthy smell of a man running around for 90 minutes, drenched in sweat and exhaustion filled the air.

His face was serene, yet his eyes were unfocused, his lips parted slightly, with him sighing contentedly from time to time.

I kept stroking him, running my fingers across his chest, his arms, and even lower, feeling his member through his tight shorts. Damn he was big.

My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him firmly.

That’s when the second stage of the process kicked in.

His body deflated, more and more until his tight clothes slipped from his skin. It looked weird, but the serum really was working.

It took me a second to take the next necessary step: putting him on.

It felt like a neoprene suit, like a diving suit, and I didn't hesitate any longer.

I put him on, his skin was tight, damp, yet a thrill coursed through me.

It was an ill fitting suit, tight suit, so tight, firm and uncomfortable.

I was shaking when I grabbed the inhaler, and at the count of three, I took a deep breath.

It left a sour taste in my mouth, my throat, but the effect was immediate.

My mind spun, my body quaked and I was barely able to steady myself against the wall.

Subconciously, I felt my chest, the skin tightened around my muscles, all of me was moving smoothly. Still, my insides were burning, my vision blurry and I let out a low groan.

Then, it all stopped.

It took me a moment to catch my breath, and my eyes fluttered.

I ran a hand across my skin, and I felt my muscles tense under my touch. I looked down, and was surprised.

I had abs, a toned chest, thighs and a huge throbbing cock.

"What the fuck happened?" I moaned, but it wasn't my voice- it was Enzo's.

In a hurry, I looked for my phone, unlocked it and turned on the camera. There I was, the beautiful Enzo Fernandez.

"Damn, it actually worked," I growled, running a hand through my damp, messy hair before I caressed my cheek and ran two fingers along my jawline. "Fuck."

His beautiful eyes, still slightly glazed over, looked back at me.

"Is this really me?" I said, and again, hearing his beautiful voice.

I instinctevly grew hard, and grabbed myself firmly, trying to prevent me from nutting right there, barely holding it in.

I closed my eyes, this had to be a dream, and I pinched myself. When I opened my eyes, I looked down and saw the toned body I had now.

Unable to process it fully, I ran a hand across my chest, along my arms, my thighs and back to my cock.

This was me, the new me.

I took several deep breaths, inahling something else; my new, musky scent. I lifted my arm, and buried my nose in my armpit, taking a deep sniff.

"Oh my god," I exhaled, the scent intoxicating my mind. "Fucking good."

I was unable to stop myself from leaking now, as I took another sniff.

My eyes rolled back quickly as I let out a rough, husky grunt.

That’s when I heard voices outside the room, people were looking for Enzo- for me.

I rummaged through the discarded pile of clothes on the ground, and put on the damp jersey, shorts, socks and lastly, the boots.

The jersey's sticky, damp fabric clung to my skin, and it made my breath hitch again. I could see my taut muscles through the wet fabric, nothing left to the imagination.

The shorts were even tighter, accentuating my big thighs, and the bulge at the front.

My hands brushed over it, and I pressed my palm against my length, eliciting another low moan from my throat. Then I felt my thick ass through the shorts.

"So tight," I growled, licking my lips.

I pulled up the socks to my knees, and put on the boots. So, so good.

I leaned against the wall, relishing in that moment, taking so many deep breaths.

The smell got even more intense, but I had to focus for now.

I pushed my old clothes aside and stepped outside. This body was strong, all the muscles moved just the way I wanted. I ran a hand through my tousled hair and across my firm chest, when some guy spotted me.

"Enzo, ahí estás." He said, approaching me with a shy smile.

At first I didn't know how to react, my spanish sucked, but some how, I had no issue understanding him like it was english.

"We were looking for you!" He said, placing a hand on my shoulder, leading me toward the locker room.

"Sorry, got hold up by a fan." I smiled, but hearing my new voice made me so heart, and I felt my cock straining my shorts. There was no hiding my erection, but nobody seemed to care much.

"Okay, okay." The guy waved it off, "The other's are already in the showers. We need to be in the bus in 20 minutes. Can you handle that?"

He looked at me, and I nodded.

"Sure, no problem." I said, confused when I learned to speak perfect spanish, but I didn't care.

We were right in front of the locker room, and I heard the other players snickering inside.

i opened the door and stepped inside, hit by the smell of a dozen, sweaty men.

I held back a low moan, as I felt myself leaking again. This was simply overwhelming. A few others were getting changed, and they spotted me, patting me on my shoulder, my tummy and my ass. Damn that felt good.

I now stood in front of the mirror, and looked at my reflection. Damn, I was hot.

I ran fingers along my arms, feeling my biceps flex firmly. Those beautiful tattoos, those firm muscles, felt so good.

The soccer gear fitted my body perfectly. The fabric, even damp with my own sweat, flowed along my firm muscles, accentuating my athletic frame.

My shorts were tight, yet extremely comfortable. The enormous bulge inside them was undeniable, and looked so good.

I lfited my arms, flexing at myself, and subtly, I took another deep sniff of my armpit.

The soaked jersey intensified my own scent, and I bit ny lip, trying to hold back several quiet moans.

Instead, a low growl escaped my lips, rumbling deep within my throat.

"So good," I said, stroking my chest, my tummy and even lower, feeling my tenting dick.

Another guy approached me, Julian was his name. He was in his boxers, showing off his beautiful body, and I couldn't help myself but drink in the sight of him.

"Good job out there," he giggled, patting my ass through my shorts.

"It was so good." I licked my lips at the sight of this beautiful man, taking in his scent as well.

His eyes roamed over my upper body, and he noticed my nipples piercing through the damp jersey.

"Don't look at yourself to much, cabrón." He teased, pinching my sensitive nipples. "The Coach will be pissed, when you are late, again."

I raised an eyebrow.

"He should be lucky we play for him, that fool." I smirked, and he mirrored me instantly.

"Ecaxtly, but still, don't be late." He tilted his head playfully and I nudged him with my elbow.

"Okay, bro."

Julian stepped into the showers and I took another, long look at my reflection.

I ran a hand down my chest, feeling the warmth of my body through the jersey.

My hand landed on my twitching cock, and I fondled me for a few moments. This felt so good; the clothes clinging to my skin, the scent of myself, and all the others mingling in the air and the excitement of wearing this professional athletes skin.

I took my clothes off, inhaling the scent of my jersey, before stepping into the showers as well.

Amidst the sound of my squadmates snickering, laughing and speaking to one another, I enjoyed all of it.

The feeling of my new body, the firm muscles, the smooth skin, the sound of my own muffled moans- fucking good.

This was the first time I came inside this new body. No one noticed, and what if they did? I didn't care.

Again and again, I shot a load into the shower, getting lost in the moment.

That was a fantastic start.

From that day on, I was Enzo Fernandez.

I went to training, got used to it all pretty quickly, and adjusted to this excititing life.

I wore his shorts every day at home, and used any given opportunity to jerk off. This body was a fine-tuned machine. And even though it took work to maintain it, it was way better than my old life.

[max-the-many]

"Damn dude! I watched you put him on several times now! Cut the act!... and share it with me...

[21wanderer]

Night at the Museum

Perhaps there had been signs he had overlooked, maybe there had been plenty of clues that something was going to happen at the museum, that someone had made plans and preparations, and it was culminating tonight.

The museum had amongst its collections, a collection of movie memorabilia, one of the memorabilia being a set of costumes of Batman and Robin from the movie of the same name from 1997 with George Clooney and Chris O'Donnell in the respective roles. A movie of questionable quality certainly, but iconic in its own way.

The suits were by no means unique, as there were made multiple of them during the taping of the movie, but now a set was on display here along side other superhero and movie pieces. As the night watch, he was responsible for keeping an eye on all these artefacts, which usually wasn’t particularly eventful, he might do some cleaning and some fixes around the museum, but otherwise, there wasn’t much to do. Not that he complained, he loved history and could enjoy the exhibits by himself. He did have a particular good eye for the Batman and Robin costumes, but apparently he wasn’t the only one.

An uneventful night became very eventful, when he entered the movie memorabilia collection, he had heard voices and went to investigate. Half of the security cameras weren’t working, which probably was a sign, that something bad was going to happen, but he still went to check. As soon as he entered the room, he was assaulted and overpowered by two masked men. They pressed him firmly against the wall, whilst stuffing a gag into his mouth, they then forced him down on a chair, and tied him to it with rope from their duffle bag. They didn’t seemed fazed by the night watch, quite the contrary, they seemed even more excited, as if they had wanted someone to witness this… And the night watch, whilst fearful and shocked, felt something stir inside him.

These two burglars were a mystery, they didn’t seem like your typical burglar, there were something strange about their approach and their goal, that the night watch would soon come to realize. He saw them approach the Batman display, whispering excitedly to one another, not even caring that he was sitting here watching everything. Had his mouth not been gagged, his jaw would have dropped, as he saw the two men do, what he had always dreamt of doing; touching the suits.

The burglars began to undress the two mannequins, the night watch trying to figure out exactly what they were doing and why. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning as he looked in fear, but also longing as the superhero costumes were disassembled and discarded on the floor.

They had undressed the two mannequins of Batman and Robin and thrown all the neoprene and leather on the floor. The night watch was baffled, if they wanted to steal the suits, why haven’t they just stuffed them in their duffle bag and ran? Was there more they wanted?

From their duffle bag one of the masked figure pulled out a utility knife. A chill ran down the night watch’s spine. What were they planning? He stared entranced and fearful, his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to think straight. He was starting to remember the potential danger he was in, he stared at it with his heart in his throat, fearing that this could turn ugly pretty quickly.

But to his surprise and bewilderment, they did something else. With the blade of the knife one of the masked men began cutting off the head of the naked Robin mannequin, he then handed it to his accomplice, who took the head and turned his back on the night watch.

With his free hand the burglar pulled off his balaclava and dropped it on the floor. The night watch could only see the back of his head, but he appeared to be young and skinny with a buzz cut haircut.

To the night watch’s big surprise the young man plunged his head into the hollowed out Robin-head, pushing and pulling the silicone into place. The night watch wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but he could not take his eyes of it. After what seemed like an eternity the new ’Robin’ turned around a flashed a smile. It was unbelievable, it was so realistic. It was like the young Chris O’Donnell stood in the room, the night watch was in awe, he now knew exactly what the burglars wanted, and he felt aroused, he felt insatiable, as terrified as he was, he wanted to see it all.

The still masked burglar nodded in approval, having dropped the headless Robin silicone mannequin on the floor, he then went over to the naked ’Batman’.

And just like before, he cut off the head, turned his back on the night watch, pulled off his mask and plunged his head into the hollowed Batman’s.

Once the other burglar was satisfied with his new face, he turned towards his accomplice, who placed his hand on the George Clooney-impersonator’s face, before leaning in and kissing him.

Despite the potential danger he was in, the night watch eagerly awaited, what he assumed the burglars would do next. He wasn’t sure they would actually do it, but they didn’t disappoint him. They stripped themselves of their black onesies, and ran the utility knife down the spines of both of the mannequins, creating large enough gaps for them to enter.

Slowly, but steadily they both began to force their way inside the hollow mannequins. The night watch felt like his nether regions were about to explode at the sight. The two men were transforming into movie stars as their scrawny bodies disappeared into the silicone, replacing them with the perfectly sculpted physiques of Batman and Robin.

There was something completely breathtaking about their actions. The night watch could only dream of what it would be like to slip into a silicone body like that, instantly gaining flawless skin, a handsome face and some quick and easy muscle mass. He wanted nothing more, than to be like those two right now.

Once they were both inside they began a process of self-gratification, rubbing their hands all over their new smooth and toned bodies. The night watch was in awe at the sight. It was flawless. The two impersonators were clearly as aroused as him as they embraced each other, kissing each other deeply and passionately with their erections pressing against each other.

Having lost any sense of time, their make-out could have lasted hours as they caressed their new ’naked’ bodies, clearly beyond satisfied with their result. But they weren’t quite done yet, there was still a final trick in their bag.

They began rubbing some sort of paste on each other’s backs and around their necks. It dawned on the night watch what they were doing… They were sealing themselves inside. He would have thought that it would have been unbearably warm inside those silicone bodies, but apparently it wasn’t the case. They were going all in, no turning back, they wanted to stay as Clooney and O'Donnell forever.

The night watch couldn’t bear it anymore, he was so full of longing and desire and without knowing it and despite the gag, he let out a deep and audible moan.

For the first time for what seemed like hours, the impersonators turned towards their spectator, they both chuckled, seemingly enjoying they were being watched. The naked George-impersonator took a few steps toward their hostage: ”I hope you are enjoying the show, it’s only halfway done.” Did he have any idea, how much their witness was into this?

’George’ flexed his right arm, it responded flawlessly, you wouldn’t believe it wasn’t real unless you had seen, what had transpired before. ‘George’ turned away, looking at ’Chris’ who had begun pulling on the Robin-costume.

The night watch stared still entranced, no longer feeling any fear, just unyielding desire. ‘Chris’ had slipped into the pants of the Robin-suit, they were a perfect fit of course, maybe even a little tighter, but the mannequin was made to fit the proportions of the suit, and now, in some bizarre way, they still were.

‘George’ had also put on the pants of the Batman-suit and then helped ‘Chris’ zipping the back of Robin’s top. ‘Chris’ returned the favour as ‘George’ slipped into Batman’s top. The mannequins were almost completely dressed, they put on the costumes’ gloves, boots, belts and capes, then ‘Batman’ pulled on his leather cowl and ‘Robin’ his mask.

The transformation was complete, it was like the mannequins had simply come to life, except it really wasn’t that. It was almost more unbelievable. The two burglars strutted around for a bit, getting comfortable in their new skins and costumes. The night watch was so deeply infatuated, he could only imagine, how they must feel, how he wanted to be them.

“Are you satisfied?” said ‘Batman’ to ‘Robin’. “Very satisfied,” ‘Robin’ replied, whilst tweaking the nipples of his suit, “this feels so good.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” ‘Batman’ responded with a chuckle, running his gloved hand down to his suit’s crotch. ‘Robin’ wrapped his arms around ‘Batman’ and pulled him towards himself and they locked lips once again. The night watch moaned again, as he felt like climaxing any moment, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. The two ‘superheroes’ turned to look at him.

”I think he’s into it!” ’Batman’ laughed to ’Robin’ like they had been completely aware of it from the start. The ‘dark knight’ walked towards the night watch, whose heartbeat began to increase with every step of the approaching ‘hero’.

‘Batman’ placed his hand firmly on the night watch’s erection, giving it a few tugs. “Yeah, you are really into it, aren’t you? We had a feeling…”

The night watch let out another moan, the culmination of a most eventful night.

‘Batman’ walked away and began picking up the clothes of their former identities, the burglars’ balaclavas, onesies and so forth, all the traces of what they had been.

’Robin’ chuckled and walked up to their hostage. He placed his boot firmly on the night watch’s aroused member and smiled the boyish smile of the young Chris O'Donnell. ’Robin’ leaned in on the night watch, their faces so close, that he could smell the silicone and the warmth radiating from it, ’Robin’ placed his mouth inches from the night watch’s ear and whispered sensually: “If you let us get away… We’ll make it worth your while. You can join us if you want. If this turns you on as much as it does us, then I think we’ll get along nicely, and we can even get you a skin like ours.”

’Robin’ stepped back, ’Batman’ was done tidying up after them.

”Give it some thought,” said ’Robin’, “we’ll make sure, you won’t regret it.” The night watch felt the ropes loosen and the gag too. ‘Robin’ then gave him a kiss on the cheek, the night watch felt the warm silicone against his skin, it felt so realistically, he then felt ‘Robin’s’ tongue in his ear, and he almost felt like fainting from the hotness.

The sound of two heavy sets of leather boots walking echoed through the empty halls as the ‘dark knight’ and the ‘boy wonder’ left the crime scene, leaving the night watch behind, pondering what his next move should be.

[swappingforgood]

Uncles Friend

With the weather warming up my family decided to plan a view vacations here and there. A lot of them sounded good, unfortunately a lot of them required me to be over 21, which sucks because only 19. I tried to convince my family to go somewhere more “inclusive” but they were set on this stupid booze cruise. I declined and just asked to stay home and they agreed but obviously gave me some crazy rules to follow while they were gone. My uncle Tommy who is like the best uncle ever, had my back. He told me he had a way for me to enjoy the cruise but we would have to lie to my family. So in the middle of the night my uncle snuck me out of room and we drove in his car to his apartment. I was panicking a little as go to his living room and see what seems to be a naked hairy man on the couch but he looks hollow? “Uncle w-who or what is that?” I ask shyly as I approached the thing and felt its warmth in my hands, almost like it was alive. “That is a living suit my dude and your gonna put it on” he said calmly almost like this is an every day occurrence. “W-why?” I said as I picked it up, and the suit was almost a foot taller than me. “Would this even fit?” My uncle just chuckled as he reached out to touch my hand and said, “Just trust me, try it on.” I smiled softly as I knew this must be a plan of his as I went to try on this man suit thing, and he told me I needed to be naked, which made me blush bright red. So I stripped, and he turned around for my privacy as I slowly dipped my legs and toes into the suits. I feel the strangest euphoric feeling as I can feel the suit tightening around my legs, making my legs and calves big like this suit. “Oh fuck, I can’t feel my legs.” I whimpered, but my uncle told me to keep going as I pulled up the suit belly. It reached out to morph with my lean stomach until I felt heavier and hairy. My teenage cock sprung into the meeer frame, and I was almost done to the head before Uncle Tommy ran up and put the face over my face. I heard a zipping sound before losing my vision. I woke up on the couch and got a glimpse of my hairy bear body. "Whoah, is this me?” I said in my new, deeper voice that it scared me at first. “I look like,” my uncle cut me off. “You look like my friend Richard. You know the gay bear I sometimes bring for dinner. Yeah, he is a suit, and you're going to wear him on the trip because only I can unzip you.” He smiled as he patted my stomach before going to bed for the night. 

[myster-roca]

Facade of Justice

The dim, flickering lights of the underground lair cast jagged shadows on the cold concrete walls. Valorion, hero of the Justice Force, hung suspended, his wrists bound by energy restraints that drained his strength.

His metallic spandex bodysuit, accented with gold and silver, clung tightly to his muscular form. A sleek cowl fully enveloped his scalp, leaving only his eyes, nose, and mouth exposed, while framing his chiseled jaw, adding to his air of intensity and mystery.

From the shadows, Darksteel emerged like a phantom, his dark coat sweeping behind him. As the ruthless leader of the notorious organization Midnight Shadow, his presence radiated danger. His movements were slow and deliberate, his sharp face framed by a high collar. Piercing green eyes glinted with quiet amusement as they lingered on Valorion's bound form

“You can’t win, Darksteel,” Valorion growled, his voice strained but steady. “Even if you kill me, another hero will rise.”

Darksteel’s cold smile faltered for an instant, and in a single swift motion, he drove his knee into Valorion’s groin. The impact sent a sharp, searing pain radiating through Valorion’s body, forcing a gasp from his lips as he doubled over, his bound wrists the only thing keeping him from collapsing. His body throbbed with the aftershock, vision blurring as he struggled to catch his breath.

Darksteel leaned in close, his voice low and venomous. “Kill you?” he whispered, almost playfully. “I don’t need to kill you to break you. By the time I’m done, you’ll beg to stay forgotten.”

He turned and walked away, the door sliding shut with a hiss. With a soft hiss, the door slid shut behind him, sealing Valorion alone in the crushing silence of the chamber.

Valorion clenched his fists, forcing himself to focus, to breathe. Yet that uneasy feeling remained—the nagging sensation that unseen eyes were still watching him.

Minutes stretched into an eternity, broken only by Valorion's ragged breathing. Suddenly, a muffled explosion shattered the quiet chamber. The wall crumbled inward, and through the smoke, a masked soldier in Midnight Shadow’s black uniform stepped in.

Valorion tensed, unsure if this was a new threat or another of Darksteel’s games.

The soldier strode purposefully toward a sleek panel embedded in the wall. His gloved hand hovered over a red glowing button, its metallic surface gleaming under the dim light.

“Trust me,” he muttered before slamming the button.

A sharp hiss filled the air as the energy restraints flickered and then disengaged with a burst of sparks.

Valorion staggered momentarily as his limbs were freed, the dull ache from prolonged captivity flooding back. Before he could steady himself, the soldier turned to him, his movements quick and deliberate.

“Come with me,” he urged, his voice low and distorted. “I’m getting you out.”

With no other choice, Valorion followed through the dark corridors. Faint alarms echoed as they reached the surface. They burst through the lair’s exit, only to find themselves at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking a fast-flowing river far below.

“We don’t have much time. We have to jump!” the soldier yelled, and before Valorion could react, they plunged into the icy torrent.

The current grabbed them instantly, pulling them downstream with violent force. Fighting the cold and the rushing water, they swam to the riverbank, emerging drenched and gasping for air. The soldier pointed to an old, abandoned warehouse in the distance, and without a word, they made their way toward it.

Inside the warehouse, the air was thick and damp. Water dripped from their soaked clothes, the cold clinging to their skin. “We need to get out of these clothes,” the soldier said, removing his mask to reveal his face.

He was young, in his early twenties, with intense brown eyes and a faint, troubled smile. His lean, athletic frame, broad shoulders, and narrow waist exuded strength. Wet hair clung to his forehead, giving him an air of both vulnerability and allure.

As he stripped away the remaining layers of his soaked uniform, his skin gleamed faintly in the dim light, revealing his body as the damp fabric pooled at his feet.

Valorion hesitated for a moment, then slowly pulled back his cowl mask, revealing his face. His bold features came into view: a sharp, chiseled jaw, a firm, resolute mouth, and tousled blonde hair that draped slightly over his forehead. His intense eyes, framed by thick brows, shone with an aura of concealed power.

As he peeled off the metallic spandex bodysuit, his physique emerged—broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and heavily defined muscles sculpted like stone. His thick cock, now freed from the tight confines of the bodysuit, hung between his strong thighs. The cold bit at his skin, but it was the soldier’s gaze that sent a deeper chill through him.

“What’s your name, boy?” Valorion asked, noticing the soldier’s lingering gaze.

“I’m... Ethan,” the soldier stammered, quickly looking away.

“Aren’t you one of Darksteel’s soldiers? Why did you help me escape?” Valorion pressed.

Ethan hesitated, then sat on a nearby crate. “I’ve watched you for a long time,” he confessed. “You inspired me, made me realize there’s more to life than following Darksteel’s orders.” His voice wavered. “I became a soldier for Midnight Shadow out of desperation. I had nothing. They promised me everything, but it was all a lie. Watching you fight gave me hope for change.”

Valorion’s expression softened. He placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, a rare warmth flickering in his eyes. “You’ve made the right choice, boy. But you’ll still have to face your past,” he said gently.

Ethan looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. “I know... I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking.

Valorion pulled him into a tight embrace. “It’s okay. We’ll face it together,” he whispered.

Ethan buried his face in Valorion’s chest, their bodies pressing together, skin against skin. He hugged Valorion around the waist and rested his head against his abs. Valorion’s cock was half-hard, and it was now nestled against the top of the soldier’s head.

“Forgive me,” the soldier whispered. “Forgive me for everything.”

Valorion stroked the back of the soldier’s head, his fingers running through his wet hair. “There’s nothing to forgive, boy,” he said gently. “You’re changing. That’s all anyone can ask.”

The soldier sobbed against him for a few moments, then slowly he looked up. His eyes, bright and warm, shone up at Valorion, his face only inches from Valorion’s hard cock.

Valorion felt his heart beating hard. It had been a long time since he’d felt so close to someone. As a superhero, he had to maintain a certain image, and that meant it was difficult to let people get close.

He was always in control, always had to be.

But here and now, in this abandoned warehouse, with this young soldier’s eyes looking up at him, he felt that control slipping away. He felt his pulse hammering against the soldier’s hand, his cock throbbing against the soldier’s forehead.

Ethan reached up with his hand, and slowly, gently, cupped the side of Valorion’s face. His thumb traced Valorion’s cheekbone, and his fingers curved around the back of his neck.

“Thank you,” the soldier murmured. “Thank you.”

Without hesitation, Ethan tilted his head and pressed his lips to Valorion’s. Valorion froze for a moment, caught off guard. The moment hung between them, heavy and charged. The warmth of Ethan’s body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat, and the intensity in his gaze ignited something deep within Valorion. The resistance melted away, replaced by a rush of desire. Slowly, he surrendered, pressing his lips back against Ethan’s.

The kiss deepened, and the tension between them dissolved into something raw and urgent. Valorion closed his eyes as he felt the soldier’s cock, hot and hard against his own. A low moan escaped his lips, mingling with the fervor of their embrace.

Valorion ran his hands over the soldier’s body, feeling the lean muscle of his shoulders, the hard swell of his chest, the ridges of his stomach. He reached around and grabbed his ass, and gave it a squeeze.

Their cocks brushed against each other, and Valorion couldn’t stifle the groan that escaped his lips. The soldier echoed him, pressing his tongue more firmly into Valorion’s mouth.

The soldier sighed, pressing his body against Valorion. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he moaned.

As their hands explored each other’s bodies, a sudden wave of dizziness swept over Valorion. His vision blurred, and the strength he had regained began to fade.

He pulled back, resting a hand on Ethan’s chest, his eyes growing heavy. In moments, the hero collapsed gently onto the cold floor, falling into a deep, heavy slumber.

Ethan stood over Valorion’s unconscious body, his expression shifting. His lips curled into a cold smile as he gazed down at the fallen hero. “I told you before,” he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. “I don’t need to kill you to break you.”

His fingers moved to the back of his neck, searching for a hidden seam. With a firm pull, the seam gave way, and the false flesh began to peel back with a soft, wet sound.

Piece by piece, Ethan’s face loosened, slipping off like a second skin. Beneath it, sharp cheekbones and cold, angular features emerged—pale skin and green eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, framed by stark white hair. The face that now stared back wasn’t Ethan’s at all. It was Darksteel.

He continued the process, running his hands over his chest as Ethan’s toned physique began to sag and distort. His fingers traced the hidden seam at the back of his neck, slipping beneath the skin-tight suit with a precise, deliberate motion. With a firm pull, the suit loosened, the synthetic skin giving way as Ethan's athletic frame unraveled, revealing the far more imposing figure beneath.

With each pull, Darksteel’s true form emerged—his broader, muscular shoulders pushing through. His thick arms flexed as he freed them from Ethan’s false limbs, pulling each finger from the synthetic hands. The soft, squelching sound of the suit separating from his skin filled the room, heightening the unsettling atmosphere.

The skin, the muscles—everything that had made Ethan seemed to fold and fall away like a snake shedding its skin. Darksteel grunted as the tight material peeled off, the strange mix of squelching and tearing echoing through the warehouse.

Ethan’s build vanished, replaced by Darksteel’s sculpted physique. His broader shoulders and defined chest rippled with taut muscles, each honed by years of discipline. As the bodysuit slipped lower, Darksteel’s lean waist and carved abdomen came into view, a striking contrast to Ethan’s softer, less defined form.

The most delicate part remained—the groin. The tightness there had been a constant reminder of the suit’s control, and as he carefully slid it over his hips, Darksteel winced at the almost overwhelming relief. His skin, now exposed to the cool air, tingled with liberation.

With one last pull, he freed himself from the legs of the suit, feeling the tension fade as it pooled at his feet. His real skin glistened with sweat, faint impressions left from where the suit had gripped him tightly.

Darksteel breathed deeply, running a hand over his exposed chest, relishing the sensation of being in his own skin again. His muscles ached from the suit’s pressure, but a strange satisfaction remained, a reminder of the power and allure the suit had granted. He stretched, the stiffness fading from his limbs as he moved freely, unbound—like a predator finally released from its cage.

As he stared at Valorion’s unconscious body on the ground, Darksteel’s cock began to throb with excitement. His eyes roamed over the hero’s muscular form, tracing every curve. Clearly, the hero was still under the effects of the Kiss of Delusion.

The Kiss of Delusion was one of Darksteel’s special powers, causing his victim to become dizzy and unconscious. While under its effects, the victim’s dreams transformed into illusions imagined by Darksteel, allowing him to torture his opponents with their worst nightmares.

However, for Valorion, there was no need for such illusions. Darksteel had already implanted the perfect fantasy into his mind—one that would surely drive him mad once he awoke from his deep slumber.

Darksteel slid his hands down to Valorion’s ass and grabbed both cheeks, spreading them apart so he could see the hero’s tight asshole. His dick was now so hard it felt like it was going to explode at any minute.

He took a deep breath, savoring the moment, then plunges his cock into Valorion’s asshole in a single, fluid motion. With a swift spasm, he released his seed, letting it surge deep into the hero’s body. The essence, laced with his own cells, now flowed through Valorion’s insides, poised to begin its work. Now, all he had to do was wait.

Within minutes, a small lump began to form on the hero’s back. This was another of Darksteel’s abilities— the Flesh Husk Generation. By claiming his victims through intimate domination, Darksteel could cultivate a perfect replica skinsuit of their body, known as a Flesh Husk. This power allowed him to mimic not only their appearance but also their abilities when worn.

The transformation began with the Seed, a pulsing mass that grew and reshaped itself over several minutes. Once fully matured, the skin could be easily peeled from the victim’s body.

Darksteel gripped the warm, pliant flesh and, with a smooth tug, detached it. He marveled as the skin shifted, forming an exact copy of Valorion’s powerful body—from the broad torso to the muscular legs and arms, down to the smallest details of fingers and toes.

His fingers traced the flawless pecs, gliding over the hard contours of the sculpted abs, feeling the raw strength beneath the surface. A dark thrill surged through him, making him harder as he imagined what it would feel like to wear it—this hollow shell, waiting to be filled.

Slowly, he stepped into the suit, his legs sliding into the cool, flesh-like material. The suit clung tightly to his calves and thighs, making his body feel heavier, more defined. It wrapped around him like a second skin, reshaping him with an intoxicating intensity. As he pulled it over his waist, his legs bulged with muscle, his calves tightening, and his thighs swelling with power.

A gasp escaped his lips as the suit enveloped his torso. His once-lean chest swelled, pecs inflating into rock-hard slabs. His breath quickened as he stared at his new form—heavy pecs and ridged abs, as if carved from marble. The tightness around his torso was exhilarating, every inch of him reborn into something unstoppable.

The suit wrapped around his arms, thickening them into powerful limbs. Darksteel flexed, watching veins ripple beneath the synthetic skin. His fingers tingled, overwhelmed by the surge of strength. He clenched his fist, feeling untamed power coursing through him. Every movement felt deliberate, controlled—his body amplified, perfected beyond its limits.

As the suit closed around his core, the tightening at his groin made him catch his breath. His cock, nestled in the sheath, shifted from discomfort to a deep, sensual pressure. A groan escaped as he adjusted, feeling the sheath conform perfectly to his body. The suit gripped every part of him, shaping him into the powerful being.

Finally, he reached for the mask. The face had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and shimmering blonde hair. Darksteel held it for a moment, then, with a deep breath, pressed the mask against his own face.

The adhesive activated instantly, molding his features into those of the towering blonde hero. He touched his cheek, feeling the hardness of the jawline, the rough stubble, and the cool synthetic skin as it seamlessly fused with his own.

Darksteel stood still for a moment, letting the full weight of his transformation sink in. His breath remained steady, but his pulse pounded beneath the thick slabs of his new chest. He raised a hand to his pecs, lingering over the firm, unyielding surface. Every inch of his torso was taut, solid—the suit enhancing his form to its absolute peak.

He turned his arm slightly, admiring the way the muscles shifted and stretched, as though they were alive, ready to crush or lift anything in his path. His legs felt heavier beneath him, solid pillars of muscle wrapped in the tight, flesh-like suit.

Darksteel’s gaze then shifted to Valorion’s iconic uniform, now dry, gleaming in the low light. The metallic spandex clung to every curve and ridge, practically begging to be worn. Darksteel’s pulse quickened as he reached for it, imagining how the fabric would embrace his body, completing his metamorphosis.

With steady hands, Darksteel lifted the spandex suit, feeling its weight shift, the material almost alive in his grip. His heart raced as the zipper slid open with a soft click, echoing in the still room. He took a deep breath, anticipation buzzing through him.

Slowly, he slid one leg into the suit. The fabric wrapped tightly around his thick calf, conforming to his powerful form. It stretched smoothly over his thigh, sending a jolt of excitement through him as it gripped his body like a second skin. Every movement heightened his awareness, the suit accentuating the solid muscle underneath.

He slipped his other leg into the suit, feeling the material mold to every contour of his legs. It seemed to know him, every ridge and curve fitting perfectly, leaving no space between him and the sensation of strength. The tightness was exhilarating—every step, every flex felt amplified by the form-fitting fabric.

As the suit slid over his hips, his breath hitched. It clung snugly to his groin, shaping him with precision, making him feel not just powerful, but in control—dominant. Adjusting himself slightly, the suit sealed him inside the illusion of a superhero’s body, and the thrill coursed through his veins.

He glanced down, watching the spandex stretch over his broad chest, highlighting the massive pecs that rose and fell with his rapid breathing. It hugged his torso with a snugness that made him feel invincible.

Darksteel’s hands trembled as he pulled the suit higher, over his shoulders, the fabric wrapping his arms like liquid metal. His fingers slipped into the sleeves, and the spandex tightened around his biceps. He flexed, watching his muscles bulge under the tight material, every motion enhancing the power that surged through him.

Darksteel adjusted the cowl over his face, sealing the heroic visage as his own. The transformation was complete. He looked down upon Valorion's still and sleeping form with a sinister smile.

"Sleep well, hero," he whispered with a cold, victorious grin. "In your dreams, you may still save the world, but in reality, it's my turn to reshape it."

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The next day, Valorion stirred awake, his senses slowly coming to life. The soft beeping of nearby machines filled his ears, and his body felt weighed down, aching from an unknown ordeal. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing a sterile, white room. The smell of antiseptic and the bright lights above made everything feel strange, unfamiliar. He blinked, adjusting to the harsh brightness, realizing he wasn’t in the warehouse anymore.

His breath hitched as he moved, his body bound not by his suit but by a stiff hospital gown. “Where am I?” he thought. He shifted slightly, his hand brushing against the cold metal railing of the bed.

Beside him, Ethan sat quietly, his eyes fixed on Valorion.

“You’re awake,” Ethan said softly, his voice calm. The young soldier was wearing a hospital gown too.

Valorion’s mind felt foggy, his memories jumbled. He glanced around at the machines, the sterile environment. A hospital? His heart quickened. “How did we get back?” he asked, his voice rough, cracking from disuse. “Back to the city?”

Ethan smiled faintly, but there was something guarded in his expression. “We were helped by some kind people,” he replied, his words vague. “They found us and brought us here. You’ve been unconscious for hours.”

Valorion frowned, his mind racing to remember. Flashes of their escape mixed with something more—something intimate. But his thoughts were fragmented, the details slipping away like sand between his fingers. He couldn’t tell if what he remembered was real or a fevered dream.

Before he could question Ethan further, the young soldier stood abruptly, his movements sharp. “You should rest more, Valorion. We can talk later,” Ethan said before swiftly exiting the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Valorion frowned, trying to recall what had happened. Flashes of their escape blurred with memories of something more intimate, something he wasn’t sure was real or imagined. His mind raced back to the moments before he blacked out—the feeling of Ethan’s body against his. Was it just a dream? He couldn’t tell.

Valorion lay still, his thoughts circled back to the blurry memories. Had they really shared those moments together? He let out a deep breath, closing his eyes, trying to recall the missing pieces. He wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

Suddenly, the door burst open again—this time with a chaotic surge of people. Reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, flooded into the room, bombarding him with questions.

“Valorion! Can you explain the viral video?” one reporter demanded, shoving a microphone toward him.

“Viral video?” Valorion repeated, a wave of unease washing over him.

“Yes! The footage of you and this guy named Ethan!” another reporter chimed in, holding up a phone that displayed a still image—an image of him and Ethan together in an unmistakably intimate moment.

The hero’s chest tightened as panic set in. A video of him with Ethan? He scanned the room in panic, searching for Ethan, but the soldier was gone. His pulse raced as the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. There’s a video of us? His hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white. How could this be happening? How could anyone have recorded them?

Meanwhile, down the hospital’s quiet back corridors, Ethan moved calmly, his footsteps echoing softly in the otherwise empty hallway. He slipped into an unoccupied utility room, locking the door behind him. The dim light flickered overhead as he walked toward a small mirror on the wall.

His lips curled into a malicious grin as the memories of the warehouse flooded back:

After Valorion fell into a deep slumber, Darksteel called the real Ethan to come to the warehouse. Once there, Ethan was stripped of his uniform and had struggled against his captor. However, Darksteel, wearing Valorion’s muscular form, was far too strong. Ethan’s voice had cracked as he begged for mercy, but Darksteel silenced him, using the hero’s body to dominate him completely. Every moment was recorded as Darksteel, in Valorion’s skin, had taken his time fucking the young soldier. The sounds of Ethan’s desperation echoed in Darksteel’s mind even now, as he remembered how easily he had broken the man. After that event, he had the real Ethan confined in another secret lair with a reminder of who was truly in control.

With a cruel grin, Ethan—no, Darksteel—reached up and tugged at the tip of his nose. The synthetic skin loosened, and he carefully peeled it back, revealing his true face underneath. His sharp, angular features came into view, and his cold, green eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the mask of Ethan dangled from his hand.

He reached into a nearby bag and pulled out a full mask of a bearded man, rough around the edges. With practiced hands, he slipped the mask over his face, transforming into yet another persona. He checked his reflection, ensuring every detail was perfect.

Next, he pulled out an unremarkable outfit designed to help him blend into the crowd. He donned a plain gray hoodie, faded jeans, and worn sneakers. A baseball cap, pulled low over his eyes, completed the look. The beard, the weathered face, and the casual outfit—this disguise would let him disappear into the crowd, unnoticed.

Satisfied, he slipped the Ethan mask back into the bag and unlocked the door, stepping out into the hospital hallway. Nurses and staff passed him by without a second glance as he walked through the corridors, heading for the exit.

Outside, Darksteel blended effortlessly into the bustling city streets. He paused for a moment, looking up at Valorion’s hospital window from a distance. Through the glass, he could see the chaos inside—the flashing cameras, the reporters bombarding the hero with questions. A cold smirk played on his lips as he watched Valorion’s world unravel.

With everything going as planned, Darksteel's smile widened. He turned and walked away, vanishing into the crowd like a shadow.

But the game wasn’t over.

It had only just begun.

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[ppssession]

Mystic Shop: Leather Serum

Dale is a fat young man with a fairly good education and financial status.

But unfortunately, he was not so lucky in love. He likes men, but sadly, Sky, the man he loves, even though he likes men, doesn't like Dale.

Sky is a good guy. He is Dale's good friend. But he doesn't like Dale because Sky likes men who are good looking and have a good body, which is very different from Dale.

Today, Dale chooses to confess his love to Sky, but sadly, Sky rejects him.

Dale: Why, why don't you accept my love?

Sky: Sorry, my friend only thinks of you as a friend and besides, I have a boyfriend.

They talked in a restaurant, Lael's face showed disappointment before turning into resentment.

Dale: Yes, you like men who are handsome and have a good body, which is not me.

Dale leaves, leaving Sky behind. Despite the shouts, Dale ignores them and walks away with a burning anger in his chest.

Two weeks later….

Dale spends this time watching Sky live a normal life through social media. Eventually, he meets Sky's boyfriend through social media as well, which is him. His name is Moon.

Moon is a handsome man with a great body and is also very famous on social media. He has 900,000 followers. It is no wonder that he is the boyfriend of the lovely Sky.

Dale spent a long time thinking about his plan for revenge on Sky. He intended to get revenge on Sky, but he didn't like the violent methods that might land him in jail.

He walked out and thought of various plans to use for revenge until he came near an abandoned building.

He saw a strange red light coming from inside the building, he wondered what it was so he went into the abandoned building to look. After walking for a while, Dale found a mysterious shop in the abandoned building. He looked at the shop sign that was the source of the red light. "Mystic Shop, this shop will help you change." Dale read the name of the shop along with the description below before walking into the shop and met a young man wearing a black robe covering his face. "Hello, customer of destiny.

Dale asked curiously, “The storefront said that this store will help change. Tell me what does that mean?”

The robed man smiled and placed the catalog in front of Dale. “You can understand everything by reading the catalog.” Dale took the catalog and read it, finding it quite interesting.

The catalog clearly categorizes the products, but what is strange is that the categories and items include the following: possession, transformation, body swapping, special pets, and body suits.

All the products have instructions for use. Dale was most interested in the bodysuit section. He asked the clerk, “How can I trust what’s written on it?” Dale asked, suspicious and wary.

Man in robe: I can show you an example.

The robed man picked up a pill box. He swallowed one pill. Suddenly, his face distorted. The shape of his face, the position of his eyes, the shape of his face, all changed into another man. He spoke in a new voice, “How is it, customer?”

Dale was stunned by the sight before him. He was sure that everything on the list was real. Dale chose an item from the list in the bodysuit category.

The customer selected product number 428, body suit serum. The male employee walked to the back of the store and brought a long needle with clear liquid inside.

Inside, a male employee began to explain the product, a bodysuit serum. When she injects it into the body, the body will gradually become thinner, the internal organs will dissolve and merge with the body. The person being injected will gradually lose strength and lose consciousness. Then, the back of the person being injected will gradually open up, when the person being injected becomes a bodysuit ready to be worn.

Dale took the serum in his hand and asked if I could use it on anyone. The clerk quickly replied, “Of course.” Then Lall took out his wallet. I had to pay. Although the serum was quite expensive, he thought it was worth it. After paying, the clerk spoke up, “Customer, the serum you just bought is a temporary body suit type. Its effects will only last for 30 days, so please be careful.” Dale replied, “How can I make it permanent?” The clerk put on a superior face before answering, “It will be completed in a day. You can wait and come back tomorrow to get it for a little more money.

Dale's face darkened with resentment that could not be waited for, he quickly turned around and walked away. At first, he was going to use the serum on Sky to get revenge.

But he accidentally found Moon walking to the gym, he looked at Moon before smiling evilly, he followed Moon to the gym, luck seemed to be on his side, the gym owner was fixing the CCTV and all the staff were busy so no one paid any attention to Dale.

He watched Moon walk towards the changing room. As Moon took off her shirt, Dale locked the changing room door and attacked Moon. The serum was injected into Moon's back.

When Moon felt the attack before he could do anything, his body lost all its strength, his body slowly became thin like a deflated balloon, Moon's body collapsed to the ground, the direct view made Dale feel indescribably good, not long after, Moon's back slowly opened up, revealing a gap for another person to wear Moon's body.

Dale didn't hesitate, he quickly took off all of his clothes. Once he was completely naked, Dale pulled the moon bodysuit up and put it on both legs.

The feeling of Dale's legs going into the bodysuit made Dale feel indescribably good. He was so happy that he couldn't describe it. His penis was slowly hardening. Without delay, Dale slowly pushed his penis into the bodysuit. It felt like someone was using their mouth to masturbate Dale and it was like he was fucking someone.

Dale put both hands into the arms of the bodysuit and used his big hand to guide his part into Moon's head. When Dale's head was inside the bodysuit, the hole in the back slowly closed. When it was closed, the bodysuit fused with Dale's body. Moon's muscles slowly flexed. When the bodysuit was completely put on, Moon's face slowly opened. He was not the same Moon anymore, but a new Moon.

Without delay, Dale surveyed his new body. “Look at this bodysuit. It’s so nice. I’m sure no one would envy a body like this.”

Dale used his phone to text Sky. Dale: I'm sorry for being mean to you, I get it, I'm not your type. Sky replied to Dale's text shortly after. It's okay my friend, I understand you now. Great, now Sky has forgiven Lall and he is ready to go back to Sky in this new body. "This bodysuit will definitely help me a lot," Dale in the moon bodysuit said before packing up all his things and going back home to Sky.

Upon arriving at Sky's house, he warmly welcomed Moon as his lover, not knowing that this was Dale wearing Moon's bodysuit. Dale pretended to be Moon smoothly. He knew all of Sky's preferences and was able to answer all of Sky's questions before they went to bed. Sky slowly started to get closer to Moon, urging Rome to add more atmosphere.

Moon responded quickly, he pushed Sky onto the bed. He slowly climbed up and pressed Moon's thick body against his back, leaving the target of his pants on Sky's buttocks.

“I’ve always wanted it.” Moon slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his normally large penis that was released into the air. It bounced between his hot belly and Sky’s ass. Moon quickly thrust his penis into Sky’s ass without delay. Moans of pleasure filled the room.

Their moans were like a symphony in the air, Sky's asshole squeezing Moon's cock that was thrusting in greedily with every thrust. With each relentless thrust, he climaxed. Moon's cockhead released a thick, hot stream of semen into Sky's asshole. "Very good, baby, take all of my seed in."

After the hot sex, both of them fell asleep for a while before they both woke up at 7 am. Today, Moon's body woke up at 6 am, walked to the bathroom and locked it.

Moon grabbed the toy and managed to rip it open. The bodysuit was pulled down to reveal Dale's fat body. "I need to take a shower.

Moon grabbed his neck and successfully ripped it off. The tight-fitting suit was pulled down, revealing Dale's plump body. "I need to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Ple took Moon's bodysuit and cleaned it before putting it on again. He didn't forget to use his hand to grab his flaccid penis to make it hard before inserting it into Moon's dick. Even though Dale's dick was less than half of Moon's dick, when inserted, the bodysuit combined to make Dale's dick bigger to insert. Dale pulled Moon's head and put it on completely, destroying Lael's fat body, leaving only Moon, a famous person on social media, a handsome young man with an extremely hot body.

After putting on the bodysuit, he noticed Moon's hard cock, so he slowly masturbated. His hand grabbed the hard cock up and down, massaging it lustfully. It didn't take long for him to reach his climax, and his semen splattered all over his body. Moon used his tongue to clean Min. "It tastes so good." Not long after cleaning him again, he came out to get dressed.

Sky, Moon's little husband, woke up to find his handsome husband getting dressed. "Honey, where are you going so early in the morning?" Moon quickly replied, "I'm going to meet my advertising sponsor." Sky didn't suspect much since Moon sometimes has early morning business. Moon said, "If we're done talking, I'll text you, honey." He kissed Sky goodbye before leaving the room.

Dale, wearing Moon's leotard, walks to the Mystic Shop again. This time, he wants a serum that will permanently turn Moon into a leotard.

But Dale is having trouble, he can't access Moon's credit card and account because he doesn't have the code. While waiting for the clerk to bring him the permanent body suit serum, he looks at the catalog and finds a new section that makes him smile. When the clerk arrives with the permanent body suit serum, Moon orders the clerk again, speaking in a triumphant tone, "Take item number 555 (memory reading potion for body suits).

Finished as you know I had some personal problems that made me unable to write. Now everything is getting better and I can write again. Maybe not as often as before but I can definitely write again. Thanks, see you soon. Interesting story (This story is a request from my idol. I tried to put his personality into my work along with his personality. I hope he likes it. Hehe)

[maletransformationhotties]

@mentobein2 and I are filming a video for his husband

[max-the-many]

I'd say we hat a pretty successful trip.

Got them seperately, but man, they really look great together, don'tthey?...

[corendisguise]

Superman Unmasked & Unveiled

Chapter 2

Tom’s phone laying on the counter, the screen dark. He just sent another unanswered massage to Steven. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw tightening as frustration bubbled in his chest. The guy had vanished without a trace—no texts, no messages, nothing. It was as if their night together had been a figment of his imagination, a fleeting dream that dissolved into nothing.

“Asshole,” Tom muttered under his breath, swiping the phone aside. He stalked across the living room, running a hand through his hair. His mind kept drifting back to Steven, to the way they’d connected, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the urgency and raw passion that had ignited between them. It had been one hell of an experience, but now… now it felt like a cruel joke.

He sighed, pacing back and forth. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight, the lingering tension in his body demanding release. He needed to forget about Steven, move on, but the constant ache in his groin refused to let him. Every thought of the man left him harder, more desperate, more frustrated.

The doorbell rang, jolting Tom out of his brooding. He froze, blinked, then shook himself out of his daze. Probably just another delivery he didn’t remember ordering. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open, ready to sign for whatever box or package had arrived.

But the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch. Standing there was a man who could have stepped straight out of a fantasy. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a physique that screamed power and confidence. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched taut over bulging muscles, and even from here, Tom could see the hard peaks of his nipples straining against the material. The sleeves rode up slightly, revealing muscular forearms dusted with light golden hair. His shorts were short enough to show off thick thighs that tapered down to long, sock-covered calves, every inch of him radiating strength and presence.

His hair was long and blonde, tied back in a big bun on his head, a few strands falling loose around his face. A full beard framed sharp cheekbones and a mouth that curved into a knowing smile as their eyes met. Those eyes… they were a vivid blue, piercing and intense, like the deep waters of some ancient fjord.

The name tag pinned to his chest read simply: Sven.

“Delivery for your neighbor Mr. Smith - he is not present. Can you take it for him?,” the man said, his voice low and rich, carrying a heavy accent that only added to his allure. It wasn’t just any accent—it was something rugged, primal, the kind of sound you’d expect from a Viking statue come to life.

Tom swallowed hard, trying to form a response. His heart was pounding, his mind already racing with thoughts he shouldn’t be having. This guy… this Sven… he was exactly the kind of distraction Tom hadn’t realized he needed.

Sven held out a small package, his fingers brushing against Tom’s as he handed it over. The contact sent a jolt through Tom, making his skin prickle with awareness. He forced himself to focus, to take the package and step back, but Sven didn’t move. Instead, he shifted, leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossing over his chest in a way that emphasized his biceps.

“Nice place you got here,” Sven remarked, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the house. “Quiet neighborhood. Good for relaxing, yeah?”

Tom nodded dumbly, still too caught up in the sheer magnetism of the man in front of him to form coherent words.

Sven’s eyes flicked back to him, amusement dancing in their depths. “You alright, mate? You seem a bit… distracted.”

“I’m fine,” Tom stammered, cursing himself for sounding so awkward. “Just… uh… busy day.”

Sven chuckled, the sound warm and rough, like distant thunder. “Well, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” He hesitated, then added, “Actually, there is one thing… I’ve been driving all day, and well… my bladder’s about to burst. Think I could use your loo?”

Tom blinked, momentarily thrown by the abrupt request. Then he found himself nodding once again. “Yeah, sure. Uh… it’s just down the hall, second door on the right.”

“Cheers,” Sven said with a grin, pushing off the doorframe. He stepped inside, his movement fluid and confident, and followed Tom down the hall. Tom couldn’t help but notice how Sven’s presence seemed to fill the space, how his towering frame cast shadows that seemed to stretch and shift like something alive.

When they reached the bathroom, Sven disappeared inside, leaving Tom standing awkwardly in the hallway. He ran a hand over his face, berating himself for being so tongue-tied. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t some awkward teenager anymore—he could hold a damn conversation with a hot guy without acting like an idiot.

But Sven… Sven was different. There was something about him, something magnetic and overwhelming, like a force of nature. And Tom couldn’t deny that he was drawn to it, despite his better judgment.

The sound of the toilet flushing snapped Tom out of his thoughts. Sven emerged a moment later, looking refreshed and somehow even more imposing than before. He stretched his arms overhead, the motion pulling his shirt tight across his chest, and Tom couldn’t look away.

“Thanks for that,” Sven said, flashing another smile. “Much appreciated. Listen, I know this might sound weird, but could I trouble you for a glass of water? My throat’s bone dry after spending hours in this damn van.”

Tom nodded quickly, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Of course. Come on.”

They walked into the kitchen together, the air between them charged with an unspoken energy. Tom grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, handing it over to Sven, who took a long drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Ahhh,” Sven sighed, lowering the glass. “That hits the spot. Thanks, mate.”

“No problem,” Tom replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned against the counter, trying to play it cool, but his nerves were shot, his body humming with anticipation.

Sven set the glass down on the counter and turned to face Tom fully. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them like a livewire. Then, slowly, deliberately, Sven stepped closer, close enough that Tom could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

“You’re not really fine, are you?” Sven asked, his voice low and intimate. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Tom’s arm, sending a shiver down his spine.

Tom’s breath hitched, his heart beating faster as Sven’s touch lingered. “What… what do you mean?”

Sven smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. “I mean you’re wound up tighter than a spring. Something on your mind? Or someone?”

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hand moved again, this time gripping his shoulder firmly. The pressure was firm but not painful, a clear display of strength and dominance that sent a thrill through Tom’s veins.

“Tell me,” Sven commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “Whoever it is, they’re idiots for letting you go.”

Tom’s mouth went dry, his hesitation melting away under Sven’s intense gaze. „How could he know?“ He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. All he could do was stare, his body responding involuntarily to Sven’s proximity, his cock thickening behind his jeans. Tom forgot every question.

Sven must have noticed, because his smile widened, predatory and pleased. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, stepping even closer until their chests were almost touching.

And then, without warning, Sven’s lips were on his, claiming him in a kiss that was both soft and demanding. Tom gasped into the kiss, his hands flying up to grab at Sven’s shirt, clinging to the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Sven’s tongue traced along the seam of his lips, coaxing them apart, and when Tom complied, the kiss deepened instantly. It was all teeth and tongue, rough and insatiable, a stark contrast to the gentle teasing Sven had started with.

Tom moaned, his head spinning as Sven’s hands roamed down his sides, dipping dangerously low before settling on his hips. The grip was possessive, fingers digging into his skin as Sven pulled him flush against his body.

Tom could feel every ridge of Sven’s abs through the thin fabric of his shirt, the hardness of his chest pressing against his own. And then there was the unmistakable bulge in Sven’s pants, rubbing against him in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his core.

Sven tore his lips away, breathing heavily as he looked down at Tom, his blue eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, his voice rougher than before.

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hands were yanking at Toms shirt, ripping buttons free as he pulled the fabric apart. Tom gasped, his chest heaving as the cool air hit his heated skin. Sven tossed the ruined shirt to the floor, his gaze raking over Tom’s bare torso.

“Beautiful,” Sven whispered, his fingers trailing down the center of Tom’s chest, tracing the lines of his abs before circling his navel.

Tom shuddered, his legs feeling like jelly as Sven’s touch sent waves of heat crashing through him. “Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “Don’t stop…”

Sven smirked, his fingers dipping lower, brushing the waistband of Tom’s jeans. “Oh, I won’t stop,” he promised, his voice dripping with intent. “Not until I’ve tasted every inch of you.”

Tom’s hands trembled as Sven pulled away, his breathing ragged and uneven. The intensity of the kiss had left him dizzy, his body aching for more of Sven’s touch. But something about the moment felt… off. It wasn’t just the way Sven’s lips had moved or the roughness of his beard against Tom’s skin; it was a flicker in Sven’s expression, a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Tom’s spine.

“What’s wrong?” Sven asked, his voice low and husky, his accent thicker than before. He cupped Tom’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth. “You’re not pulling away, are you?”

Tom shook his head, though his mind raced. The sensation of Sven’s hand on his skin was intoxicating, but beneath it all, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. His gaze flickered down to Sven’s neck, where the collar of his shirt had shifted slightly. And there it was—a faint line, barely noticeable, but enough to catch his eye. A seam.

“No,” Tom murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anger and arousal swirling inside him. “I’m not pulling away.”

Sven smirked, leaning in to press another kiss to Tom’s jaw, his stubble scratching against Tom’s skin. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

Tom swallowed hard, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He could feel the heat building in his core, the same undeniable hunger that had consumed him days before with Henry Cavill. But this time, it was different. This time, he wasn’t going to let himself be played. He wasn’t going to let Sven—or Steven—call the shots.

With a sudden burst of determination, Tom grabbed Sven by the shoulders, pushing him back gently but firmly. Sven raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “What’s got into you, love?”

“Nothing,” Tom replied, his voice steady now. “Just… switching things up.”

Before Sven could react, Tom stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His hands were on Sven’s shirt, yanking it open in one swift motion. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging against the floor and walls as the fabric fell open, revealing Sven’s broad chest and those hard, prominent nipples. Tom’s breath hitched as his fingers grazed over the warm flesh, feeling the tension in Sven’s body beneath his touch. Sven exhaled sharply, his hands moving to grip Tom’s hips. “Careful,” he growled, his voice deeper now, almost animalistic. “Don’t think I won’t take what I want.”

Tom didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his lips to Sven’s neck. He kissed his way up to his ear, his tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness there. Sven groaned, his grip tightening on Tom’s hips. But Tom wasn’t done. His fingers trailed down Sven’s chest, pausing briefly to tweak his nipples, eliciting another growl from the man beneath him. Then, without warning, Tom’s hand dipped lower, undoing the button of Sven’s shorts.

Sven froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice laced with both surprise and desire. “You’re really taking charge, aren’t you?”

Tom didn’t respond. His hand slipped inside Sven’s shorts, wrapping around the thick, throbbing length of him. He could feel the sheet around Sven’s (Steven) Penis, so it was also a muscle suit again. Sven gasped, his head falling back as Tom pumped him slowly, deliberately. “God, yes,” Sven breathed, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Don’t stop…”

Tom didn’t stop. He continued stroking Sven, his own cock hardening with every passing second. The sight of Sven’s reaction, the way his body tensed and relaxed with each movement, was enough to drive Tom wild. But he wasn’t finished yet. Withdrawing his hand, he shoved Sven’s shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, exposing the other man completely.

Sven bit his lip, his eyes half-lidded as he watched Tom. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.”

Tom smirked, stepping back to strip himself of the remaining scraps of clothing. His jeans and boxers joined the pile of discarded fabric on the floor, leaving him completely bare. Sven’s gaze devoured him, raking over every inch of his body with a predatory intensity.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tom said, his voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through him.

Without wasting another second, Tom closed the distance between them, pressing his body against Sven’s. The heat radiating from the other man’s skin was almost overwhelming, and when their cocks brushed against each other, they both groaned. Sven’s hands came up to grip Tom’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscle suit there as he kissed him again, harder this time.

Tom melted into the kiss, his senses drowning in the raw, primal connection between them. But he didn’t forget why he was doing this. His hands moved down to Sven’s waist, slipping behind him to grab two handfuls of ass. Sven growled into the kiss, grinding his hips forward, the friction sending sparks of electricity through Tom’s veins.

“Fuck,” Tom muttered against Sven’s lips, his grip tightening. “You feel so good…”

Sven’s response was a low rumble in his chest, his movements growing more urgent as he pressed Tom back toward the couch. They tumbled onto the soft cushions, their bodies entangled as they kissed and groped each other with abandon. Sven’s hands roamed over Tom’s back, his nails lightly scraping against the artificial skin there, digging deep into the suit.

Tom shuddered, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Sven was laying in front of him. But then, Sven’s hand slid down to cup Tom’s aching cock, stroking him with expert precision. Tom cried out, his hips arching off the couch as he thrust into Sven’s hand.

“Yes,” Tom hissed, his voice breaking. “More…”

Sven complied, quickening his pace as he brought Tom closer and closer to the edge. But just as Tom felt himself teetering on the brink, Sven stopped, pulling his hand away with a wicked grin.

“Not yet,” Sven whispered, his voice dripping with intent.

Tom glared at him, his frustration mingling with the ache in his groin. Sven bent upwards to kiss Tom again. But this time, his kiss was softer, more teasing, as if he knew exactly how to drive Tom crazy.

Tom’s hands fisted in Sven’s hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. But as their tongues tangled, Tom’s mind wandered back to the strange gap at Sven’s neck. The realization that this man was Steven in disguise only fueled his arousal, making him more determined than ever to take control.

Breaking the kiss, Tom pushed Sven onto his back, straddling his hips. “My turn,” he said, his voice firm.

Sven’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t protest. Instead, he grinned up at Tom, his hands resting lazily on his stomach. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice teasing. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Tom didn’t waste any time. His hands moved to Sven’s thighs, lifting them on his shoulders as he positioned himself between them. Sven’s cock twitched against his abdomen, the heat of it searing through his skin. Tom glanced down, his eyes locking with Sven’s.

Tom’s hands tightened on Sven’s hips, his grip almost bruising as he pushed into him with a force that made Sven arch back, his head lolling against the couch cushions. Sven groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest, his muscles tensing and relaxing around Tom in waves of pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw slack as he surrendered completely to the sensation.

“Fuck,” Sven gasped, his voice ragged and breathless. “Harder, Tom. Please.”

Tom didn’t need to be asked twice. His anger, his frustration, his desperate need for release all coalesced into a singular, savage thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, raw and primal. Sven’s hands scrambled to brace himself against the couch, his fingers digging into the muscle suit as Tom’s thrusts grew more erratic, more furious.

“You like that?” Tom growled, leaning down to press his mouth to Sven’s ear. He bit down lightly on the soft lobe, tasting salt, sweat and rubber as Sven shivered beneath him. “You like feeling me inside you?”

Sven let out a strangled cry, his body bucking wildly as Tom’s movements became more chaotic. His cock twitched between them, slick with pre-come as it bobbed against his belly. “Yes,” Sven choked out, his voice breaking. “God, yes.”

Tom’s fingers trailed up Sven’s sides, brushing against the seam of the muscle suit. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but it was quickly swallowed by the haze of lust raging through him. He needed this. Needed *him*. Needed to forget about Steven and the endless ache in his chest.

But as his fingers pulled harder at the flesh of the hips, the fabric gave way under the string pull. His heart skipped a beat, his momentum faltering for just a moment. The room echoed with a slight ripping sound. Sven moaned, his hips rocking up to meet Tom’s, urging him to continue.

Tom hesitated, his brow furrowing as he stared at the seam. Swallowing hard, Tom’s fingers dug further into the material feeling the warm sweaty atmosphere underneath, gripping tight again as he gave a sharp yank. The skin made a stretching rubbery sound before snapping back.

The seam tore further open. The sound reverberating through the room. Sven’s breath hitched, but he didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop moaning as if nothing had happened. Tom froze, his gaze locked on the exposed skin beneath the suit—smooth, unblemished, sweaty and entirely inconsistent with the rough, weathered exterior Sven had presented.

Tom’s furor even grow with expression of a deep guttural scream. His hands moved faster, tearing at the fabric with increasing urgency. The suit peeled away in chunks, revealing more of the natural sweaty skin beneath. A breeze of musky wet air reached his nose. Sven’s hips rolled erratically, his breaths coming in short bursts as he panted, “More, Tom... give me more.”

Tom’s anger surged, his movements becoming almost frenzied as he ripped the remains of the suit away. Steven’s chest was fully exposed now, the fake muscles ripped apart. Beneath it all was the true form - athletic but not looking like the muscular Viking.

“Why are you doing this?” Tom demanded to know.

Sven’s eyes fluttered open, his blue irises glinting with something between mischief and desire. “Does it matter?” he purred, his accent thicker than before. “You’re still inside me, aren’t you?”

Tom’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, his movements grew even more aggressive, his thrusts pounding into Sven with reckless abandon. He wanted to hurt him, to punish him for lying, for deceiving him. But more than that, he wanted to lose himself in the sensation, to forget everything except the friction and the heat and the undeniable pleasure wracking his body.

His fingers twitched against Sven’s skin, tracing the edges of the mask that still clung to his face. The urge to tear it off, to see the truth behind the deception, was overwhelming. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his skin glistening with sweat. Finally, he reached up with one hand, his fingers entering under the edge of the mask. He pulled strongly at the mask, the facial features twisted, the mouth hole lifted from Steven's lips and the nose twisted, a crack formed in the corner of the mouth. Steven body tensed in ecstasy and he let sit another deep moan. With a sudden jerk he peeled the lower part of the mask away. The lower part of the mask ripped apart, leaving the bearded part of Steven’s face exposed. It was drenched in sweat. His lips were twisted in a devilish smile. Tom grabbed the hair bun of the mask now and pulled the rest of the mask upright, ripping the mask away entirely.

Tom’s pulse quickened even more, his fingers tightening as he watched. The mask was off, revealing Stevens true face.

Tom’s breath caught in his throat, while holding the remains of Sven’s handsome face in his hand.

His other hand slid down to Sven’s thigh, gripping tightly as he slammed into him one last time. The completely exposed Steven cried out, his voice high-pitched and desperate as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock pulsed between them, shooting thick streams of come that splattered across his stomach and chest. The sight of it, combined with the feel of Svens face in his hand, was enough to push Tom over the edge.

With a low, animalistic groan, Tom came hard, his entire body shuddering as he emptied himself into Steven. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their labored breathing and the heavy thud of their hearts.

Tom collapsed forward, resting his forehead against Sven’s shoulder, rubbing his torso against the sweaty exposed natural breast of Steven, as he caught his breath.

The sweaty face of Steven was now revealed, his blue eyes locking with Tom’s as the mask fell to the ground. For a moment, there was only silence, broken only by their heavy breaths and the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background. Tom’s mind raced, questions flooding his thoughts, but beneath it all, he felt the undeniable pull of desire—and something deeper.

“Why?” Tom asked, his voice trembling with a mix of confusion and longing. “Why would you trick me like this? Again?”

Steven didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid his hand up Tom’s thigh, his fingers curling around the soft surface of his hip. His touch was deliberate, calculated, as if testing Tom’s resolve. The tension between them crackled like static electricity, charged and unrelenting.

“Because I needed you to punish me,” Steven finally said, his voice low and rough, laced with an accent that made the words roll off his tongue like honey. “Needed you to take possession of me—really feel me.”

Tom blinked, his heart pounding in his chest. The intensity in Steven’s gaze was overwhelming, pulling him in like a moth to a flame. He wanted to be angry, to push Steven away, but the truth was, he couldn’t. Not when Steven’s hands were so warm against his skin, not when his lips curved into that crooked smile that had haunted Tom’s dreams for days.

“You bastard,” Tom murmured, though his tone lacked any real venom. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, his lips brushing against Steven’s in a soft, searching kiss. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Steven chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through Tom’s body. “Oh, I think I have some idea,” he said, his hands sliding up to cup Tom’s face. “But tell me, Tom. Tell me how much you missed me.”

Tom groaned, his fingers gripping Steven’s shoulders as the heat between them intensified. “I missed you like crazy,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Every second since you disappeared. I thought… I thought I’d never feel this way again.”

Steven’s grin widened, and he kissed Tom again, this time harder, more possessive. His tongue darted into Tom’s mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that left no room for doubt. Tom melted against him, his arms wrapping around Steven’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“You’re mine,” Steven growled, his voice dripping with dominance. “Always.”

to be continued……