Not Sure If This Is From What I Watched Or Just Something A Though Of, But Are You Open To The Idea Of

Not sure if this is from what i watched or just something a though of, but are you open to the idea of doing a story revolve around a cursed leather jacket that the soul of a ruthless criminal trap in it. once someone put on the jacket the soul in the jacket would possessed the body. once taken off the victim would be back to normal and no memory of when he was possessed. the leather jacket one day would into the hand of a police officer. one night after putting on the jacket, possessed by the soul in the leather jacket, start commit crime.

I love these kind of temporary possession, personalities shift type of story, sadly there aren't many.

Officer Sam was the epitome of a blond-haired, blue-eyed Adonis. His strong jawline accentuated his square chin, and his piercing gaze could disarm anyone. He was an accomplished police officer, excelling in physical fitness and combat training. His muscular physique and commanding presence made him an object of desire for many in the precinct.

One stormy night, as Sam finished his shift, he noticed a peculiar package on his desk. Unwrapping it, he found a dark, vintage leather jacket. Its rugged appeal and musky scent intrigued him, and without a second thought, he decided to try it on.

As Sam slipped the jacket on, the leather clung to his muscular frame like a second skin. Instantly, a surge of confidence and power coursed through him. His usually disciplined demeanor gave way to a cocky swagger as he admired his reflection in the precinct mirror. Then, without warning, his eyes glazed over and he slumped to the ground in a sudden blackout.

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I immediately felt the power of Sam's body. His muscles were like iron, and I couldn't resist running my hands over his chiseled chest and abs. The scent of leather mixed with Sam's musky natural odor was intoxicating, and I found myself drawn to his armpits. The combination of sweat and leather was a heady aphrodisiac.

I slid my hands down to Sam's groin, feeling the bulge growing in the tight police uniform. The fabric strained against his growing erection, and I reveled in the knowledge that I was in complete control of this beautifully built man. I unzipped his pants and released his throbbing cock, marveling at its size and hardness.

The ghostly control had an eerie twist to it. While Sam’s body was under my complete command, his consciousness seemed to dimly perceive the events, his thoughts clouded by a fog of fading awareness. It was as if his mind was being held captive in his own body, forced to watch and experience everything I did. And truth be told, I enjoyed every bit of Sam's body, every inch of muscle, every drop of sweat, and every moan of ecstasy I coaxed from him.

After pleasuring myself enough I set out to town. Entering the dimly lit gay bar, Ramon exuded an aura of dominance in his crisp police uniform and the ominous leather jacket. His presence turned heads as he confidently strode in, the glistening badge on his chest catching the low light. The musky scent of leather seemed to linger around him, adding to his mystique.

His eyes scanned the crowded room before they locked onto a hot jock, whose intense gaze immediately signaled his interest. The jock, with his defined muscles and inviting smirk, seemed drawn to the commanding presence of the uniformed officer.

Ramon sauntered over to the jock, exuding confidence. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he purred, his voice low and seductive. The jock grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. Without a word, Ramon pulled the jock into a passionate kiss. The jock's surprise quickly turned into reciprocation as he deepened the kiss, their tongues intertwining in a sensual dance.

Breaking the kiss, Ramon whispered, "I like a man who knows what he wants." His hand slid down the jock's chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles before stopping at the growing bulge in his pants. With a knowing smirk, he groped the jock's cock, feeling its hardness and the heat emanating from it. The jock let out a low growl, his eyes dark with desire as he eagerly responded to Ramon's touch.

"How about we continue this somewhere more... private?" Ramon murmured, his hot breath caressing the jock's ear. The jock nodded eagerly, his own desire evident as he took Ramon's hand and led him out of the bar, the leather-clad officer following behind with predatory grace.

In the jock's apartment, Ramon wasted no time. He pushed the jock against the wall, the strategic placement of his muscular body preventing any movement. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, their stubbled chins creating a delicious friction. Ramon's tongue dominated the jock's mouth, exploring every crevice and claiming it as his own.

Breaking the kiss, Ramon forcefully pushed the jock to his knees. The jock, caught in the whirlwind of desire and command, eagerly obeyed. The sight of the uniformed officer towering over him, the leather jacket exuding dominance, was undeniably arousing. The jock's hands moved to unbuckle Ramon's belt, his anticipation evident in the urgency of his movements.

As the jock freed Ramon's throbbing cock from its uniform confinement, a low growl of desire escaped his lips. The jock's plush lips wrapped around Ramon's shaft, his tongue skillfully exploring every inch. He was a master of his craft, each expert flick and suck eliciting a guttural moan from the officer. Ramon's hands found their way to the back of the jock's head, his touch gentle yet commanding, guiding the rhythm of the oral worship.

The jock, lost in the heady mix of submission and desire, worshipped Ramon's cock with an unyielding hunger, his own arousal evident in the growing bulge straining against his tight jeans.

Ramon's imposing presence was magnetic, and the jock's excitement palpable as he awaited Ramon's next move. With a deft flick of his wrist, Ramon produced a pair of handcuffs, the metal clinking ominously in the dimly lit room. The jock's muscle-bound arms were quickly secured to the sturdy bedframe, his range of motion severely restricted.

Flipping the jock over, Ramon admired the expanse of his taut, muscular back. The jock's skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, a testament to the raw desire that radiated from every pore of his being. Leaning in, Ramon whispered in a low, authoritative tone, "You're mine now. Completely."

The jock shivered in anticipation, the leather of the handcuffs digging into his wrists adding a not unpleasant edge to his excitement. Ramon, still adorned in the dominant uniform and the intoxicating leather jacket, positioned himself between the jock's spread legs. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes as he teasingly ran his pulsing shaft along the jock's inviting crevice, the tantalizing contact eliciting a guttural moan from the eager jock.

With a feral growl, Ramon plunged into the jock, the raw, unyielding force of his entry making the jock's body convulse in a heady mix of pleasure and pain. The jock's muffled cries were testament to the overwhelming intensity of the experience; each powerful thrust from Ramon's commanding hips drove the jock further into a state of ecstasy. The room was filled with the primal sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the intoxicating aroma of sweat and leather adding an extra layer of carnal allure to the scene. Ramon was a master of controlled aggression, his dominant persona leaving an indelible mark on the jock, both physically and psychologically.

Ramon's climax was imminent, the raw, unadulterated pleasure of the jock's tightness driving him to the edge. With a primal roar, he released himself deep into the jock's muscular ass, each pulsating spurt a testament to the intensity of his desire.

As he pulled out, the mixed scent of sex, sweat, and leather filled the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Ramon's authoritative presence didn't waver as he gave the jock's ass a firm, possessive slap, the sound echoing in the room as if sealing their shared experience.

Rolling the jock over, Ramon wasted no time in taking the jock's throbbing cock into his mouth. The lingering taste of his own essence mingled with the jock's musky flavor, creating an intoxicating combination. The jock, who was already incredibly horny from the earlier events, couldn't contain himself. The overwhelming sensations coupled with the sight of the uniformed officer servicing him eagerly pushed him over the edge. With a guttural moan, he erupted into Ramon's mouth, each spurt of his release eliciting a primal response from both men.

Using a nearby sock, Ramon expertly gagged the jock, the cotton material effectively muffling any potential noise. A few strips of duct tape secured the gag in place, ensuring complete silence.

With the jock rendered immobile and silenced, Ramon deftly picked up the jock's phone. He navigated to the payment app and transferred a substantial amount of cash to himself. A satisfied smirk graced his features as the transaction went through, the jock's hard-earned money now in his possession.

Next, he deftly removed the jock's wallet, the leather in his hand a tangible reminder of his dominance. The jock's identification, credit cards, and cash were all carefully pocketed, leaving the jock completely at his mercy.

Walking over to the jock, who was still restrained to the bed and squirming in a mixture of arousal and distress, Ramon leaned in close. "Thanks for the fun, but duty calls," he said with a smirk. The jock's muffled protests fell on deaf ears as Ramon turned to leave, the sound of the heavy leather jacket amplifying his powerful strides.

But before he left, a wicked thought crossed his mind. He grabbed the jock's vibrator, its sleek design a stark contrast to the raw masculinity of the room. Without a word, he turned it on to its highest setting and plunged it into the jock's exposed ass, the jock's muffled moans reaching a fever pitch as the intense vibrations took over his senses.

With a final smirk, Ramon left the jock in a state of helpless pleasure and distress, the persistent hum of the vibrator a cruel reminder of his presence. The scent of leather lingered in the air, a physical manifestation of the commanding presence that had just left the room.

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Sam's head was pounding, the events of the previous night a blur. As he groggily sat up, the taste of cum and the lingering smell of sex assaulted his senses. Confusion and disgust washed over him as the realization of what might have happened slowly dawned.

His hand instinctively went to his mouth as he tried to scrub away the taste, the gritty texture a haunting reminder of the unfamiliar act he had engaged in. Standing up, he felt the stickiness of dried cum on his body, the remnants of a night that his conscious mind couldn't recollect.

As he reached the end of the bed, the sight of the foreign phone and wallet jolted him back to reality. His brows furrowed in confusion as he picked up the phone, the notification for £10,000 deposited into his account flashing on the screen. Sam's eyes widened in shock, the implications of the large sum and the unfamiliar possessions sinking in.

Dread settled in the pit of his stomach as the pieces slowly started coming together. He must have gotten drunk, done things completely out of character, and blacked out with no memories of his actions. The gravity of the situation hit him hard.

I stand before the mirror in my bathroom, the room bathed in the soft glow of the flickering candlelight. It's Halloween night and the atmosphere feels charged, almost electric. Lately, more than usual, I have been feeling an unsettling sense of curiosity, a yearning for an unusual adventure. Maybe it's the night playing tricks on me, but my reflection smirks—a sly, enigmatic smile that doesn't belong to me.

Suddenly, my reflection speaks, "How about the time of your life?" His voice is deep, warm, flowing over me like melted chocolate, and ineffably seductive. This reflection, I realize, is not truly mine but an enticing demon donning my visage. While I should be terrified, his presence feels dangerously inviting, stoking a primal urge within me.

Seeing my hesitation, my reflection decides to expedite the proposition. With a lustful gaze, he starts caressing his body, and unbeknownst to me, I feel the phantom touch on my own skin. Revealing his throbbing erection, he starts to masturbate. The sight captures my eyes and I’m entranced by his every movement, feeling a strange kind of connection. His hand, moving rhythmically, is a sight that sends waves of heat crashing through me. The sensations flood my mind and, before I can comprehend it, I realize — I too am hard, uncontrollably aroused by the tantalizing prospect.

As he nears his climax, an animalistic groan escaping his lips, I watch in the mirror as my reflection shoots a creamy load. The intense pleasure, mirrored on my end, pushes me over the edge, my own orgasm rushing forth like a powerful tide. Cum spurts out of my erection, an experience so intense and novel, my own reflection basking in the euphoria.

Panting heavily, my heart pounding, the aftermath leaves me in a daze. The offer is tempting, my mind dangerously swaying toward acceptance. Seeing an opportunity, the demon grins at me, waiting for my decision.

Feeling the remnants of my orgasm still tingling in my veins, I don't need to think twice. "Yes," I breathe out, a sense of release washing over me.

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Assuming full control of this human vessel, I feel a thrilling surge of power. Every muscle in this body bulges to life under my command. I double over, gripping the sink as the transformation ripples through each nerve, each fiber of the being I now occupy. Sinew and muscle warp and weave, cocooning a timid soul in a chiseled husk of radiant masculinity.

The former owner of this body is relegated to a distant corner of his mind; his timid whispers barely echoes against the profound roar of my will. He is a captive audience to the spectacle unfolding in front of the mirror, his horror, a sweet symphony to my cacophonous mirth.

“You see this?” I flex in the mirror, entranced by the reflection of bulging muscles and a daunting heft between my legs. My smirk translates onto the reflection as I wrap my changed hand around the flexed bicep, feeling the rock-solid muscle under the touch. Bending down, I press my lips to the bulged arm, leaving a juicy kiss on my ripple of raw power. "Boundless strength and virility, in what used to be such a pathetic sissy boy,” I jeer, intoxicated with the new sensations.

Gone is the timid hesitation of the man, replaced by my dominant confidence. His world has been turned upside down, and I’m the coy god presiding over it. The smirk never leaves my face, even while witnessing the horrified lament of my host. A cruel laughter rings in the silent bathroom on Halloween night, as his timid cries are drowned in my triumphant, cocky celebration

No Escape From Cheating

Oliver Ashley hopped into his car and let out a heavy sigh. It was a warm August afternoon that day, and Ash would rather do anything else than spend his Tuesday getting verbally berated by his superiors for several hours. But despite his grievances, Ash knew there was no point in bitching and whining when this was the life he had signed up for a little over a year ago. All he could do was suck it up until his term of service ended. 

Ash never thought he’d end up serving in the army. He wasn’t the patriotic type by any means. What made him pull the trigger and sign the contract was his desire to start over in life. Ash’s life started going downhill ever since he graduated from high school. He dropped out of college after the first semester, was stuck working a dead-end job he hated, and was trapped in a loveless relationship with a girl he had grown to loathe. After a night of intense drinking, partying, and group sex with random strangers, Ash realized he hated the man he had become. He was disgusted by what he saw in the mirror, so he decided to make a few changes. 

Or rather, a lot of changes. Ash abandoned his old life in Oldeville and ran away to join the military. It was a drastic move— Ash was well-aware of that, but he felt it was necessary to get his life back on track. He took back control by giving up control. 

After yet another long day at work, Ash returned to his room in the barracks. He took a quick shower and threw himself onto his bed with his hands held against his head. The day drained him. All he wanted was to fall asleep fast and hope he’d wake up feeling refreshed. But as he laid against his pillow with his eyes closed, he felt a sudden gust of cold wind hit his body. 

“Hrmphhh!” Ash jolted in bed when it hit him. The pressure was unlike he had ever experienced before. The cold penetrated deep within his body, leaving goosebumps around his skin. 

Ash sat up and scanned his surroundings. The window was closed, and as far as he could tell, nothing looked weird or out of place in his little room. Ash wasn’t sure where that cold wind came from but decided he was too tired to really care about it. He simply ignored it and went back to sleep. But as he snored peacefully, the cause of the cold wind slithered out from underneath his bed. It crept up his bed and watched as Ash’s chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. Then, it made a nose dive straight into Ash’s mouth. 

“Ugh— AAAGH!!!” Ash gagged as the thing invaded his body. 

It slithered inside him at breakneck speeds. With every passing second, Ash could feel an otherworldly presence growing inside his skin. It sent cold chills up his spine. With one final wet slurp, Ash swallowed the last few inches of the translucent body invader. Naturally, Ash shot out of bed after what he had just experienced. He was sweating and breathing heavily as his hands reached out to touch his throat. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to pinpoint the cause but couldn’t find anything. Ash knew something very wrong was happening but had no idea where to start looking for answers. 

As his mind raced with possibilities, Ash’s hand began moving toward his family jewels. Ash watched in horror as his hand moved without his command. His hand massaged his junk through his underwear until blood started flowing into it, causing a tent to form in his briefs. Ash tried telling his hand to stop, but it wouldn’t listen. All Ash could do was scream in terror. 

“What the fuck is going on!?”

Hey Olie, did you miss me? I certainly missed you.

Ash swallowed a breath. He heard a voice echo inside his mind, but it wasn’t just any voice; it was the voice of his old girlfriend, Leah. 

“Leah!? How did you find me!? And what the fuck are you doing inside my body—” Ash gasped. He tried opening his mouth to speak again, but to no avail. He had been cut off from the last part of his body he had control over. 

Shhh! Not so loud babe! Your neighbors might hear us!! I don’t want to spoil our fun tonight while we’re together…

Under his girlfriend’s control, Ash took off the last piece of clothing he had on. His rock-hard member sprang up as soon as it was released from the mesh fabric. Ash then hopped back into bed with his legs spread wide open. He spat some spit onto his hands and began pumping his thick cock. For some reason, his dick was extra sensitive. The sensation of his warm, wet hand wrapping around it made Leah moan inside his mind, forcing Ash to moan alongside her as a result. Ash was humiliated after letting out such a high-pitched, girlish moan, but with Leah controlling his action, there was nothing he could do about it.

Leah!! Why are you doing this?

Why? Why!? Don’t act stupid! You know exactly why! You left without saying anything to anyone! Not even me, your girlfriend!! Did you really think you could just run away without any consequences? You really thought I wouldn’t be able to track you down eventually?

Listen Leah! I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did but can’t we just talk about this like adults? If it’s my dick you’re after, we can just fuck one more time! I’m cool with that!!

Leah uttered a loud cackle within Ash’s subconscious after he said that. Ash swallowed a breath. He had a feeling he just dug himself an even deeper hole.

Wow! Just how egotistical can you be, Oliver? You really think this about getting one last fuck out of you! Men are soo fucking easy, I don’t need to hunt you down across the country just to get some!

Well then why ARE you here you crazy ass bitch!?

Simple. I want revenge.

Revenge for what? For leaving you without saying anything?

Partially that, yes, but mainly for cheating on me. Remember that big party you went to the night before you left? The one you swore to me you weren’t going to go to?

Ash wracked his brain trying to remember, but once he did, he remained quiet. Leah was right, and he knew it. 

You said I was enough for you. You said there was nothing wrong with our relationship. You lied to me. You had me believing everything was fine, just to go off and party with a bunch of people! 

Leah tightened her grip around his cock as she yelled at him. Ash winced from the pain. He had nothing to say in his defense. 

I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I don’t take cheating lightly.  

Just as Leah said that, a second blob manifested at the foot of the bed. It hopped onto Ash’s foot and slithered up his leg.

Leah— What’s that? What’s going on!?

If you want a threesome so bad, then I’m here to give it to you. Oliver, this is Aaron, although I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you two. After all, he was one of the many, many people you were fucking that night.

Aaron slithered up to Ash’s hairy hole and brushed around the rim of it. His touch made Ash shudder from the cool sensation. 

Wait!! We don’t have to do this! I can—

It was too late for Ash. Aaron dove right into his virgin hole, causing both Ash’s to recoil from the impact. Leah continued pumping away at Ash’s member with a furious speed to her stroking. Meanwhile, Ash mentally shuddered and thrashed around as Aaron’s presence began growing inside his body. His hole stretched out to accommodate Aaron in his ethereal form. The feeling of Aaron rushing through his ass and into his body was unlike anything Ash had ever experienced before. It filled him up in more ways than one— overwhelming him with sensual pleasure until he was locked in a state of bliss. 

Once Aaron was fully inside, he and Leah took turns playing with the newly possessed body they now shared. They jerked off Ash’s girthy cock, flexed his hard-earned muscles, sniffed his armpits, played with his straight hole, and more. They had both been used by Ash as nothing more than a hole to fuck, but now with his body under their possession, the tables had turned. Now it was Leah and Aaron using Ash’s body to get their rocks off instead. 

Ash was knuckle deep inside his own ass when he finally unleashed his heavy load. Jolts of spunk came flooding out of him, landing all over his bed, walls, and even his torso. He was drained after such an intense tugging session, both literally and figuratively.

“Whewww!! God, that felt so fucking good! Now I see why guys are always touching themselves…” Ash said out loud. No doubt it was Leah using his voice. “Hey, thanks for your help Aaron! I never would’ve thought of doing something like this without your help!”

“Anytime! I’m just glad I got to get one back on this asshole too!”

Ash could hear both of them laughing inside his mind. He groaned.

“Well, I’m out of here. I’ll see you around!!”

With that, Ash arched upward as he felt Leah’s presence leave his body. He watched with relief as she disappeared through the walls. But he quickly remembered it was no time to celebrate, as there was still a second person possessing his body.

“Wait, Leah! Take your gay friend with—”

Under Aaron’s command, Ash’s hand slammed against his mouth. His words came out muffled through his hand for a few seconds, but then gradually died down. Ash settled down into a calm stupor. Then, an eerie smile began to form on his face.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Leah. Really, I should be the one thanking you! After all, I would’ve never found a body like this on my own…”

Aaron hopped out of bed to get a better look at his newly possessed body. He smirked as he rubbed Ash’s load into his skin, his fingertips running along the edges of his new ab lines.

“Oh yeahhh, I think I’m gonna enjoy being a ‘straight’ army hunk for a while. Watch out world, there’s a new Oliver Ashley in town. He’s hot, single, and more than ready to mingle!!”

"Alright Jack, are you sure about this?" I asked nervously.

"Of course Savannah. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't do this for you?" Jack said with a slightly devious intonation. "I just need a pic of Ian."

"Alright, here - what about this one?" She says, handing Jack her phone with a picture of her husband on it. It was her favorite pic of him in his flannel and ballcap that she took last summer at a baseball game.

"Oh this will do nicely. I hope you don't mind me saying, but I think Ian is really hot." Jack says as he studies her phone.

"Dork." She playfully insulted. "Just... don't make this weird. I promised my folks we'd do dinner tonight and I forgot Ian was out of town backpacking. They paid for us to go to this super fancy place."

"Oh don't worry. I'll bet you won't even be able to tell the difference." Jack reassured her.

Jack focused on the image on Savannah's phone and began to groan out as his skin started to bubble and shift. Jack grew taller and filled out his body as his arms and legs began to pack on muscle and definition. Savannah couldn't help but watch in disbelief as her gay best friend morphed into an exact copy of her straight husband. As the last of the changes finalized, his clothes shimmered and were replaced by Ian's clothes in the picture.

"Hey babe. Like what you see?" Jack said in his new rich manly voice.

Jack flexed his muscles a bit as he looked down at his new body.

"I could get used to this... Your husband is huge!" Jack exclaimed as he inadvertently grabbed his growing bulge.

"Jack! C'mon! I told you not to make this weird. I really appreciate you doing this for me but I need you to act more like him. Ian isn't gay." Savannah scolded as she couldn't help but get a little turned on.

"Right... right. Sorry babe. I'll act more like him. I promise I won't let you down." Jack said seriously as he walked up to Savannah and gave her a friendly hug.

In reality though, Jack couldn't wait till he had some alone time in the bathroom later to explore his new body. He was going to have so much fun later.