A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Metro

"He's perfect, look at the bulge in his shorts. I want you to wear him, Pres," Luke said to his boyfriend, Preston, referring to the muscular sleeping hunk in front of them.

"I was thinking the same, the guy is packing," Preston said with a smirk. He stood up and suddenly everyone inside the car stopped moving, leaving only Luke and Preston unaffected. Time didn't stop, as the car was still running, Preston had only frozen the people inside it.

He glanced back at his boyfriend, and Luke responded with a reassuring nod. Preston started to undress, when he was completely naked, he stood in front of the sleeping hunk and with his two hands, started to stretch open the hunk's mouth, opening it in an unnatural way as if the man was made of elastic.

Preston looked at his boyfriend, who was watching everything behind him with a huge smile. "I will try to make it sexy since I know you love watching this part," Preston stretched more of the hunk's mouth and slipped his right foot inside. The hunk continued looking peaceful even with a strange man with half his leg inserted into his body.

Luke was hard as he watched his boyfriend forcing his body inside the unsuspected hunk, he loved watching this part, it was the most erotic thing for him. After a few minutes, Preston finally slipped the hunk's handsome face over his and smirked at Luke, who had his pants down and his hard cock in his hand.

Luke watched as the muscular hunk stood up and walked over to him with a grin, kneeling between his legs. "Did you like watching your boyfriend wearing my muscles like a fucking shirt? You fucking freak," The hunk said, his voice was deep and powerful.

"You look so good wearing this guy, Pres"

The hunk smirked, he grabbed Luke's throbbing cock and started sucking him, making Luke moan loudly. The only sounds he could hear were the car's engine running and the slurping noises coming from the hunk deep-throating him.

"B-babe... I'm gonna cum, let me cum on his face," Luke moaned, pushing the hunk off his cock, aiming it at his face and starting to cum, coating the hunk's handsome face with his thick powerful cum.

The hunk just smirked, he cooped some of the cum and sucked his fingers clean. "I like this one, I can't wait to test out his ass," The hunk said, standing up and giving his ass a hard slap, he then turned to look at Luke. "Now is your turn, who are you're gonna pick?"

Luke glanced at the passengers' faces and noticed a handsome young man, frozen in motion like everyone else around him, as he stared at his phone.

Luke walked to the handsome young man and lifted his unmoving head to give his face a proper look. "I will wear this one."

"Good choice, the kid does have a nice package,"

Luke didn't have the powers of a body stealer like his boyfriend had, Preston had the power to turn everyone around him into a wearable bodysuit for a short period, right now everyone inside the car was a bodysuit, but in the end, when Preston turned off his powers, those who weren't worn would go back to normal.

Luke stretched open the young man's mouth and started sliding inside. When he finished putting on his new body, he sat back and pulled down his white shorts to reveal his new big cock. He gave his new shaft a few strokes and soon was spotting a massive throbbing cock, he swung it proudly to his boyfriend.

"You better get on here and ride me, I will destroy your new tight straight hole with this lad's cock," Luke ordered, his voice now a lot more juvenile.

Preston walked to him, his bodysuit being bigger and taller than Luke's bodysuit. Preston pulled down his shorts and slowly sat on Luke's bodysuit's throbbing cock. Preston started to fuck himself with the strength that came with his bodysuit, his ass pressing against Luke's bodysuit's smaller thighs.

"Oooh fuck yeah, babe! Fuck this tight straight ass on this lad's cock! AAARRGHH FUUUCKKKK...." Preston's new massive cock started to shoot cum all over the car's floor, Luke also came right after him.

They both were panting, with Preston lying his back on Luke's body, they both shared a long and sloppy kiss while Luke's cock was still inside Preston. Suddenly, they heard the automated announcement come through the speakers.

"Attention passengers, we are now approaching Lunar Bay Station. This is the final stop on this line. Please make sure to take all personal belongings with you as you exit the train."

Luke and Preston sat back to where their bodysuits were originally sitting, and suddenly everyone in the car started moving again, completely unaware of the loss of time. When they arrived at the station, before walking out of the car, the muscular tattooed hunk winked at the handsome young man. The young man followed right after him with a visible hard-on in his tight white shorts.

The car's door closed behind them; four men had walked in, but only two walked out.

I happily announce that this story featuring my work with my dear friend as the model (my shots are the man that exhales smoke). He’s aware with my Tumblr-ing activity and the content of my Tumblr, and he’s okay being the model for this one. He even dared me to make this story as hot as possible, well the standard of “hot” is relative but hopefully I’ll pass his “high-level demand”. This is also an answer for the request that asked an Asian muscle growth, sorry if it’s weird.

One day I went to the mall with my friend, Zac. He asked me to company him while searching the perfect present for his anniversary with his girlfriend and our best friend, Helena. We spent several hours in there before we finally found the so-called perfect present, an enormous Minion doll and a vape. Well, Zac and I are in our second year in college and Helena just turned 18, finally going to graduate from high school this summer and coming from such a strict Christian, health-caring family, smoke is a huge no-no in her family, so as a tease, Zac decided that the vape will be a great addition to the Minion.

“Yo Zac, I just remember I’ve to search for something first. What about if you go to your car and meet me in the main entrance?”

“Well, if you say so. Don’t take too long, k? Helena’s party is going to start soon and I haven’t showered yet,”

“K, I’ll call you when I’m done, just wait for me and don’t you dare you leave me,”

He just smiled and left, and I completely unaware that was probably the last time I saw his gentle yet genuine smile……

Long story short, I’ve waited for almost an hour in the Main Entrance and he hasn’t picked me up yet. I’ve texted him and even called him, but no response. Quite worried, I traced his iPhone and weirdly, his iPhone shown that he’s still in the parking spot. I started to think irrationally and afraid of something happen, I went to the parking spot where he parked his car and I was stunned beyond believe at what I saw, he is vaping! Fucking vaping! What the damn hell in that vape until he seems so high? Goddamn weed? I barraged to him and that slapped his cheek carefully

“Ey, Zac. Stop inhale the goddamn vape, Helena’s party is in 1 hour,”

As I tried to took the vape, his hand grabbed mine and then he said

“Zac’s not here…….” he smiled devilishly

“You clearly are high…..and a fuckin’ pussy. High because of vape? I can’t imagine if you use weed, bro,”

I once again tried to grab the vape but he’s hand holding me even tighter than before and then he punched me with his other hand and then yelled

“Put your hand away from my home, you goddamn mortal! I’m going out from him soon after I extracted his knowledge, fuck bro, your friend here is one hell of an intelligent mortal, going to back and forth inside him until he’s knowledge drained,”

He inhaled the vape again and his eyes became white, like when someone is high. Then he said

“Uhhhhhh…….fuckkkk………the knowledge rush is fuckin’ good,”

I also noticed that somehow, his arms getting bigger, not really that big, but it’s bigger than his normal arm……..and somehow his biceps and triceps popped, like someone that new to work out and already gain a quite quick result.

“Ey fuck, some abs to man this boy up, a fair trade for his knowledge,” said Zac to himself as he lifted his shirt to reveal a sudden appearance of a hint of abs set in his once flat belly.

“You know what, mortal? I’ll be back to his body soon, making him bigger and stealing his knowledge even more, but for now, I’ll let him back to you, see you soon,”

And as he said that, he exhaled an enormous cloudy-white smoke from his nose and the smoke slowly back to the vape again, weirdly. Then, after losing his consciousness for a while, he’s back. I tried to destroy the goddamn weird vape but then he hold my wrist and then said

“MINE! Don’t you dare do shit to my vape!”

I never saw him that terrifying so I gave the vape back to him and then he just smirked at me

“Let’s go to Helena’s,”

Since that day, he’s pretty much changing. The usual cheerful and jolly Zac now turned into some obsessive, quiet and loner person, and I also caught him several times being “possessed” by the smoke from that vape and everytime that happen, his body got more defined but I can clearly see from his eyes that his mind becoming dull, drained, it reflected on his score that slowly declined.

One day, after months of not even saying “Hi” to each other, suddenly, one day before summer break, he texted me alongside with a pic

“Not trying to fight me again, mortal?”

Clearly from the pic, he changed his hairstyle, well pretty much all of his style has been changed, becoming more jockish day by day. And his abs now clearly defined even though it’s still quite lanky. Then, he texted again

“C’mon mortal, don’t you want your friend back?”

I can’t do anything. The weird smoke already changed Zac’s life and only God knows what can the smoke did to me. What if that smoke possessed me and also changed me too?

It was 6 months ago and the change on Zac is even more dramatic. He’s not lanky anymore, he is goddamn buff now and his skin is getting some nice tan.

His hairstyle also changed into more manly and somehow his face becoming more angular and more intimidating. He gained several inches in height, which is quite weird because we are 21 at this point and the growth should be slower instead of faster. Gym is becoming his 2nd home and he always spent hours there. He of course becoming dumber, from straight A’s student into straight C’s and D’s, clearly having a hard time cope up with the materials and now in the edge of dropped out. But what shocked me the most is the tattoo that he made 2 months ago in his biceps, clearly the smoke already turned Zac into just a simple-minded piece of meat while it drained his knowledge and resistance to fight the urge to not vape. 

Helena, well, the poor girl already wiped away from his daily life that only focused solemnly on working out and fucking random chicks.

Classes today is finally finished and I can’t wait to step into my dorm and have a nice bath but then suddenly, someone knock me out. I passed out and when I’m awake, I already tied up in a chair inside a vast room, probably an abandoned warehouse, with Zac smiling devilishly in front of me

“Well, well, bro. I hate being abandoned and clearly, my brain is already drained, the smoke doesn’t even want to enter me again. He said I’m too dumb now and nothing left in my mind except the basic human skill and some shitty knowledge about food plan, working out and fucking. As I said before, I hate being abandoned and since the change, the magnificent change that the smoke did to me, everyone tried to be as far away as possible from me, even you, my best friend! But you know what, after this, we will become best friend again, bro, and I’ll guide you so you can have great body like me too. So, are you ready?”

I can’t even scream as the duct tape closed my mouth and then, he moves closer to me and inhale the vape. Then, when our nose touch each other, he opens my duct tape and then choked my throat, forcing my mouth to be wide open and that’s when he exhales the smoke right to my mouth. I can clearly feel the smoke filling every single part of my body, slowly yet surely taking over my body completely. I coughed some smoke out but the smoke seems endless because it keeps coming back. In the verge of letting my body being controlled, Zac smiled to me

“Ohhhhhh……we will be best bros once more, Will,”

1 Year Later

“Great work out today bro!” said Zac

“Yeah sure, bro. Hey, thanks for keep pushing me when I lift that fucking weight……..you really push me to my limit bro,” replied Will, tapping his best bro shoulder

“Well, that’s why I’m here, to help you break that fucking limit. You said that you can’t lift 225 lbs? Well, you just lift 245 lbs shit, and how does it feel?” asked Zac, smiling cockily

“Fuckin’ great. Thanks for that push, bro. You’re the best,” answered Will

“No, we are the best!” said Zac proudly while puffing his chest out,”Now, now, where do you want to go first before we head home?” asked Zac

“Shower? I’m fuckin’ reeked, bro,” said Will, sniffing his clothes and pit

“Well, you’re right. Let’s go then,” said Zac after sniffing his reeked pit

As they walked to the locker room and then the shower, Will asked

“Where’s the vape?”

“Uhhhhh……..dunno. Lost it in that frat party last week, well, it’s not healthy, so who care?”

“Yeah, you’re right bro”

Fernando Líndez & Nuno Gallego ELITE (8.04)

Public Relations Internship Part 3

Read Part 1 and Part 2 by @swap-tech-enterprise.

When I arrived at Michael’s college dorm, I was met by his roommates, a lively bunch who seemed genuinely excited to see me. They greeted me with fist bumps and slaps on the back.

“Yo, Mike! Ready for the party tonight?” one of them, Jason, asked with a grin.

I forced a casual smile. “Yeah, definitely. Can’t wait.”

It felt strange that Michael hadn’t mentioned the STE program to them. As we hung out in the dorm, I tried to absorb everything, matching their energy and conversations. We played some video games, and the hours flew by until it was time for the party.

The frat house was buzzing with energy. Music blared from speakers, and people were everywhere, laughing, dancing, and drinking. Jason handed me a beer.

“Drink up, Mike! Tonight’s gonna be epic!” he shouted over the music.

I took a long swig, feeling the alcohol warm me up. Soon enough, I found myself surrounded by Michael’s friends. As the night wore on, the guys got rowdy. Ethan, a sweet, muscular guy with a kind demeanor, pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned abs.

“Come on, Mike! Join us!” Ethan laughed, flexing his muscles playfully but without a hint of arrogance.

I hesitated for a moment before pulling off my own shirt, trying to play it cool. The air was thick with excitement and the scent of sweat and cologne. I couldn't help but steal

The night continued with more drinks, laughter, and dancing. I found myself flirting with a couple of girls, but my heart wasn’t in it. My thoughts kept drifting back to Ethan, who was now arm-wrestling another guy, his muscles straining under the effort.

Back at the dorm, the night’s events replayed in my mind. Lying in Michael’s bed, I couldn’t shake the image of Ethan’s playful smile and his kind eyes. The rush of youthful energy and endorphins surged through me. I slipped my hand into my pants, feeling the hard, youthful body beneath my touch. The sensation was electric, more intense than I remembered. I began to stroke myself, my mind fixated on Ethan’s chiseled physique and warm, friendly demeanor.

The pleasure built quickly, overwhelming my senses. My body tensed, and I released with a shuddering gasp, waves of ecstasy washing over me. The sensation was so intense, so consuming, that it left me breathless.

As I lay there, catching my breath, a wave of worry hit me. The rush of endorphins was overwhelming, far more potent than anything I remembered. What if this new body and its heightened sensations became addictive? The thought was sobering, and for a moment, I felt a pang of anxiety.

But I pushed the worry aside, letting myself bask in the afterglow. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep, eager to see what the next day would bring.

---

Over the next few weeks, I found myself drawn to the gym more and more. It became a routine, almost an obsession. Each visit was a mix of hard work and pleasure. The feeling of my muscles straining and growing was intoxicating. I relished the jealous stares from other guys as I lifted heavier weights and pushed myself further than I ever had in my original body.

One day, as I was in the middle of a particularly intense workout, my phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. It was Michael, now in my old body. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and answered the call, making sure the gym equipment was visible in the background.

“Hey, how’s it going?” I greeted, trying to sound casual.

Michael’s face appeared on the screen, looking a bit frazzled but otherwise managing. “Hey, Chris. Just wanted to check in. How are things?”

I flashed a confident smile. “Great! Just at the gym, keeping your body in top shape.”

“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it,” Michael said, visibly relieved.

Another day, as I was finishing up a study session at the library, my phone buzzed again. This time it was Michael’s mom.

“Hi, Michael! How are you?” she asked warmly.

“Hey, Mom! I’m good, just studying at the library,” I said, angling the phone to show the stacks of books behind me.

“That’s wonderful to hear. We’re so proud of you. Keep up the good work!”

“Thanks, I will,” I replied, feeling a mix of pride and amusement. At first, calling Michael's parents "Mom" and "Dad" had been awkward, but we all agreed it was necessary to keep up the ruse. Now, they acted like it was second nature to call me son.

Later that week, I was back at the gym when Michael’s dad called. I quickly answered, positioning the camera to show the weights.

“Hello, Michael. Just checking in. How’s everything going?”

“Hey, Dad! Everything’s great. Just getting a workout in.”

“That’s my boy. Keep it up,” he said, sounding impressed.

I chuckled to myself as I hung up. It was almost like he was forgetting that I wasn’t actually his son.

These calls seemed to happen at the perfect times, always catching me either at the gym or the library, making me look like the model body steward. It gave Michael’s parents confidence that I was taking good care of their son’s body while he was off interning. But if I was honest with myself, my motivations were a bit more selfish. I loved the attention, the envious glances from other guys. I had never been this strong or admired when I was younger, and it turned me on a bit to see what I had become. My confidence started to shift into cockiness. I strutted around the gym, enjoying the looks of envy and admiration.

Back at the dorm, I was growing closer to Michael’s friends. They were no longer just his buddies—they were becoming mine. We bonded over shared experiences and late-night talks. They noticed the changes in my personality, especially my transformation into a gym rat.

“Dude, you’ve been killing it at the gym lately,” Jason remarked one evening. “I’ve never seen you this dedicated before.”

Ethan nodded in agreement, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, man. You’re looking ripped. What’s your secret?”

I shrugged, smirking. “Just hard work and dedication, I guess. Not everyone can handle it.”

They seemed to enjoy my newfound confidence, feeding into it and hyping me up all the time. “Look at those guns!” one of them would say, poking my biceps. “You’re gonna be a beast!”

Their encouragement only fueled my ego further. I started to see myself not just as a steward of Michael’s body, but ... dare I say ... as its true owner. Uh oh.

---

For spring break, we decided to take a road trip to Miami. The idea of spending a week in the sun, partying, and enjoying the freedom of youth was too good to pass up. We piled into a car and hit the road, the excitement palpable.

Miami was everything we hoped for and more. The beach was amazing, and the nightlife was electric. I had a fantastic time being young and ripped, soaking up the attention and admiration everywhere we went.

And damn might I add that Ethan looked hot as hell too.

One night, we hit up one of the hottest clubs in the city. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the dance floor was packed. I was feeling invincible, my confidence boosted by the alcohol and the energy of the crowd. As we danced, I caught the eye of an insanely hot guy across the dance floor. Our eyes locked, and he made his way over to me.

Before I knew it, we were making out right there on the dance floor, the music and lights making everything feel surreal. My friends looked on in shock, but I was too lost in the moment to care. The guy pulled me away from the dance floor and into the club bathroom, where things quickly escalated.

He pushed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my chest and abs. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck as he kissed his way down my body. When he dropped to his knees and undid my pants, my breath hitched in anticipation.

The moment his mouth enveloped me, a wave of intense pleasure shot through my body. I leaned back against the wall, my hands gripping the edges of the sink for support. His tongue and lips worked expertly, creating sensations that were almost too overwhelming to bear. The tight, warm, wet pressure around me was more intense than anything I'd ever felt.

Every nerve in my body was on fire, my mind a haze of bliss and disbelief. The rhythmic movements of his head, the soft hums of pleasure he made, the way his hands held my hips—it all combined into an experience that felt surreal and euphoric. I found myself letting out quiet, desperate moans, my legs trembling from the sheer intensity of the sensation.

In that moment, the realization hit me like a freight train. The pleasure, the freedom, the pure, unfiltered ecstasy—I didn't want to give this up. I couldn't go back to my old life, not after experiencing something this intoxicating.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably just a few minutes, I climaxed with a shuddering gasp, my body shaking from the release. He stood up, wiped his mouth with a satisfied grin, and kissed me again before disappearing into the crowd.

I returned to my friends, who were still processing what they had seen. Jason was the first to speak, his voice filled with confusion and curiosity. “Dude, are you... gay?”

I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “I’m bi, actually. I’ve wanted to act on it for a while, and I guess now seemed like the right time.”

They exchanged glances, processing this new information. Ethan spoke up, a reassuring smile on his face. “Hey, man, no judgment here. We’re just surprised, that’s all. You’ve never mentioned it before.”

Jason nodded. “Yeah, it’s cool. We’re just glad you’re being yourself.”

Their acceptance was a relief. I had been worried about how they would react, but they took it surprisingly well. As we continued to party the night away, I felt a sense of liberation. For the first time, I was truly living life on my terms.

The rest of the week in Miami was a blur of fun and excitement. I reveled in the freedom of being young, strong, and confident, making the most of every moment. The thought of returning to my old life seemed more and more distant, and I knew deep down that I couldn’t go back. This was who I was meant to be.

---

Back at school, I spent hours poring over the original contract, desperately searching for a way to stay in Michael's body. The thought of returning to my old life was unbearable after experiencing the freedom and confidence that came with being Michael. As I scanned the dense legal text, a clause caught my eye: the mutual reside clause. It allowed both parties to agree to remain swapped permanently, but I knew that wasn’t an option. Michael's wistful expressions during our video calls made it clear he wanted his body back.

My heart sank until I noticed another clause, the special non-compete agreement. According to the contract, once the original owner of the body, Michael, returned, he couldn’t work for a competing company to avoid any potential advantage from the swap. However, there was no mention of any restrictions on me taking such a job while still in Michael’s body.

A plan began to form. If I could secure a position at a competing firm before the swap was due to reverse, it would violate the non-compete clause, making it impossible for STE to swap us back without breaking their own rules. And since the swap would become permanent after a year, as stated in the mutual reside clause, all I needed was a few more months in the job to ensure I stayed in Michael’s body indefinitely.

I wasted no time leveraging my knowledge of the industry to land a job at a rival company. My determination and newfound confidence made me an attractive candidate, and it wasn’t long before I received an offer. I took the position quietly, knowing it was only a matter of time before Michael discovered the truth.

The semester ended, and I had successfully hidden my new job from Michael, who hadn’t reviewed the contract in detail. The transformation from the inside out felt complete as I integrated more fully into this new life.

---

On the day of the swap, Michael waited anxiously at the STE facility, expecting me to arrive any minute. As the clock ticked on, worry turned to frustration, and he realized something was amiss. Determined to get his body back, Michael decided to find me himself.

He tracked me down to my new office, confronting me in the lobby. I looked up from my desk, a mixture of surprise and self-assuredness in my expression.

“Chris, what the hell?” Michael demanded, his voice a mix of anger and desperation. “You didn’t show up for the swap! What are you doing here?”

I leaned back in my chair, a sly smile playing on my lips. “I got a job at a competing firm. According to the non-compete clause, they can’t swap us back now.”

Michael’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re serious? You did this on purpose?”

I shrugged, my demeanor unapologetic. “I saw an opportunity, and I took it. You’ve got to admit, it’s a pretty clever move.”

Michael clenched his fists, struggling to contain his anger. “You had no right to make this decision for both of us.”

“Maybe not, but I couldn’t give up this life,” I replied, my voice firm and unapologetic.

---

Later, back at the dorm, most students had left after finals, leaving the place almost eerily quiet. I sat on my bed, reflecting on my confrontation with Michael. Despite the tension, I felt a thrill of excitement at having taken control of my destiny.

I glanced over at Ethan, who had been acting more flirtatious since our trip to Miami. With the dorm practically empty, there was no one around to witness what might happen next.

Ethan caught my eye and smiled, his bashfulness evident. “Uh, hey Chris. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

I smirked, enjoying Ethan’s shyness. I subtly flexed my muscles, feeling them strain against the fabric of my polo. “What’s up, Ethan?”

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed. “In Miami, when you hooked up with that guy…I got jealous. I’ve actually liked you for a while now, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

My eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and interest. I leaned in slightly, my tone playful. “You know, Ethan, I’ve noticed how amazing you’ve been recently. Your abs, for instance—they’re seriously impressive.”

Ethan’s eyes sparkled with a shy yet pleased grin. He lifted his shirt just enough to show off his abs, then quickly brought it back down. “Thanks, Mike. I’ve been working hard.”

I smiled warmly. “And those pecs of yours—they’re looking fantastic. You’ve really put in the effort.”

Ethan blushed, his smile widening. He hesitated for a moment, then lifted his shirt slightly to reveal his well-defined pecs, showing them off playfully before lowering the fabric again. “You think so?”

I nodded appreciatively. “Absolutely. And those shoulders… they look incredible too.”

Ethan’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement. With a slight chuckle, he began to remove his shirt, revealing his broad and sculpted shoulders. His chest and abs were even more impressive up close, each muscle perfectly defined.

My excitement grew as I admired Ethan’s physique. “Damn, well, there’s one part I haven’t seen.”

Ethan’s eyes widened slightly, and with a shy smile, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the waistband of his underwear. He revealed a massive, uncut cock, the perfect shade of olive skin, hard and ready. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a surge of arousal.

Ethan, now fully confident, took charge. He pushed me down onto the couch, pinned me down, and slid off my shorts.

He reached for the lube, applying a generous amount to my hole. His fingers worked their way in slowly, preparing me with careful, deliberate strokes. He started with one finger, then gradually added another, and eventually a third, each movement making me moan with increasing pleasure.

Once I was well-lubed and stretched, Ethan positioned himself, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and determination. My heart raced as Ethan's powerful hands guided me.

With a firm thrust, Ethan entered me, filling me up more completely than I’d ever felt before. The sensation was overwhelming and exhilarating, leaving me feeling full and whole in a way I never had. The intensity of the moment made me gasp, my body arching with pleasure.

Ethan's movements were confident and powerful, driving me to new heights of ecstasy. Each thrust seemed to echo my inner thrill and satisfaction.

As Ethan's passion built, my mind raced with a mix of euphoria and a final thought that summed up my satisfaction just as I came: “Damn, why wouldn’t anyone want to do this program again?”