DEALER BY PROXY, PT 3: TRAINING

DEALER BY PROXY, PT 3: TRAINING

I heard the door slam echo through the empty gym. The treadmill continued beside me with my proxy– now given the name Giovanni– padding away at a steady rhythm. The mental suggestions I had given him kept him focused on his cardio, oblivious to everything else.

Marty, the man from the exchange the night before, wandered into view. He looked at me, then to Giovanni.

“What you’re doing is wrong, you know,” he said to me, cocking a brow. “To him. He’s a person.”

I smiled and looked to the musclehead, jogging robotically. “Giovanni is a machine. A tool, for business. My tool.”

Gio turned off the treadmill and slowed to a stop. His expression remained slack.

Then he began to tremble as I took over. Every muscle spasming as control was ceded to me. He threw his head back in a loud howl as his eyes rolled back, then his head dropped forward.

Marty watched with a morbid fascination as Gio’s thick neck jolted, then slowly twisted his head toward him. An evil smile peeled away at his face. “See?” He boomed, bringing his hands to his eyes, “All mine.”

Marty turned from Gio to me. “And you’re in control right now?”

“Remotely,” I answered in my own voice. “I can tap in when I need to, borrowing his senses.”

Gio slipped off his hoodie and let his sweats drop to the floor revealing a red tank and a black pair of athletic shorts.

“And the coolest thing…” Gio grumbled, “Show him.”

I reached out to Marty and placed a hand on his arm. He cried out as Gio’s head jerked to the side. Gio began to moan softly.

“What’s wrong with him?” Gio asked. Marty looked shocked. His words came out of the bodybuilder’s mouth.

“Try him out,” I encouraged.

Marty’s eyes rolled back as he borrowed Gio’s vision. The massive man stumbled curiously to the mirror, face frozen in disbelief.

“I can feel everything,” Gio groaned, pulling at his tank-top and flexing his arms.

I pulled Marty after me as I crossed to Gio, possessed by the waiter and admiring himself. Placing an hand on his boulder of a bicep, I leaned in, taking in the musky cologne I had chosen for Giovanni. Then I kissed him softly on the neck. Gio looked at me with wide eyes. I caressed the fur on his square jaw, then took him into a deep kiss. I felt his cock stir against me leg. I let go of Marty’s arm and he came too. “Whoa!” He shouted. “That was…” ”Addictive, wasn’t it?” I asked with a smirk. ”What am I doing here?” Gio asked, suddenly conscious. I waved him lazily toward the heavy weights. He dutifully grabbed a set of dumbbells and let out a strained wail as he worked through a set of curls.

”Why do you need me again?” Marty asked. ”To put Gio through the paces,” I said. “He needs a little more conditioning for the illusion to be seamless. When I take over, no one should be able to tell the difference. He’s just been ‘handed off’, so that’s one thing out of the way.” Gio suddenly dropped the weights and sat down on a bench. His head began to shake violently as his eyes rolled upward.

My body dropped limply to the floor as Marty cried out.

“Don’t worry,” I said through Gio. “I’m fully inside of…” I motioned to the slab of beef I am currently wearing, “Him.”

Marty’s mouth dropped open, “So you’re…”

“100%,” I drawled. “But I do this rarely. The longer I’m in, the harder it is to leave and the harder he fights.”

I grabbed him by the hand. “Follow me.”

As we stepped out onto the upper deck, I examined his body once more.

Then dropped Gio’s shorts to the ground. Marty’s eyes lit up as he saw my beefy cock stand at attention.

“I’ve mastered a lot of things in this body, but I still need to get sex right.” I lifted my arms behind my head, delighting the sinewy bubbles that rose on arms.

Marty stared back at me, confused.

“What are you waiting for?! Suck.”

DEALER BY PROXY, PT 2: THE EXCHANGE

I watched him stride into the store and take off his sunglasses as he passed a rack of suits. He was suddenly unsure of himself. I had implanted the suggestion to be here at 3 pm, but nothing else.

While the clerk was distracted with another customer, I stopped pretending to browse and tuned into his stream of consciousness, willing him to let me take full control. His hands began to tremble as his hulking body grew rigid. He tipped his head back slightly as his eyes rolled up into his head.

I curled his lips into a smile. I was back.

Fiddling with his fine motor movements, he slide his sunglasses back on to hide the evidence of my entry. Try as I might, I’ve never been able to get the eyes right. Fortunately it’s also a fail-safe way to know I’m in control.

I modified the gate of his walk as he approached the salesman, copying the swagger of a hot straight guy at the gym I saw earlier. I wanted my proxy to embrace his power and cause a bit of confusion. When he approaches, you don’t know whether to run or beg him to fuck you.

Maybe both.

He reached into his pants and adjusted himself. I brought his fingers to his nose and borrowed his senses, smelling the odor of his dank, unwashed cock.

The salesman, watching him closely, stepped behind the register to hide his erection. “Can I help you, sir?”

I wanted to play with him.

My muscle-puppet slid a thick hand onto the salesman’s, resting on the counter. “I’m here to pick up an order,” he said, bringing his face uncomfortably close to the salesman. I felt the salesman’s nervous breath gust against his neck.

“Right away,” he said, breaking away quickly.

He took off his sunglasses as he shrugged the suit on in the dressing room. I examined the fit, thrilled with the ability to flex his ass as I cup it and worship the meaty bulges that threatened to tear the fabric.

Getting distracted, I glanced to make sure his eyes were still rolled back, signalling my ownership.

A perfect fit. The suit and the man.

I directed him into the bathroom and snapped a quick pic for the boss along with the text:

READY TO WORK.

The sun started to dip as I a glare caught my binoculars. Borrowing his sight from across the street, I studied the cafe from the balcony. The product was safe and sound in the BMW parked on the street, and my contact - the server on the patio - just needed the keys for the exchange.

I had him straighten his suit, adjust the meaty cock nestled in his new jock strap and slide on his sunglasses. He shot a slight grin my direction as he left the patio.

He re-emerged on the street. I guided his legs while focusing on the way his glorious body fought against the suit. Borrowing his senses, I ran his hands along his body– feeling him up from the inside– as he crossed to the restaurant.

He settled in at a table as the server approached. The older man smiled and offered, “Would you like a menu, sir?”

”Just an americano, thanks,” I grumbled through the dapper beast. He dropped his sunglasses for a moment as he said the agreed-upon signal, “It’s cold for a Tuesday.”

The server’s face dropped as a busboy brought a steaming cup of coffee. “I didn’t know you would be using a new contact.” He looked around at the other patrons suspiciously. “Just tell me who you really are and we can deal directly.”

”The other one was compromised and this one is still a little…” I adjusted the collar that was wrapped tight around his thick, muscular neck. “Stiff.”

“Who are you… really?”

“Not important,” he bit off. I flexed one of his biceps under the jacket. A subtle rip was heard. I used his other massive arm to yank on the server’s tie, bringing his face close to my proxy’s. “What’s important is that you don’t make me angry. Especially in this body.”

He let go of the frightened server as he dug the BMW’s keys out of his pocket, dropping them on the table cloth with a plunk.

“Now the money,” I said steadily. “I want to enjoy my coffee. Well… enjoy him enjoying the coffee.”

I brought teacup to his face and felt the heat lick at his nostrils. Upon taking a sip, I tasted the flavors he was experiencing. I felt the comforting hot liquid shoot down my throat.

The server snatched the keys as he pulled out his phone. Shortly, my hunk’s phone buzzed.

1.5 million bitcoins have been dropped into an untraceable account.

As the server turned to walk away, I tugged at his apron. “I could actually use your help training him tomorrow. You up for it?”

“Will I meet the real you?” he asked skeptically.

“Yes, sir,” I responded, unbuttoning a couple of his buttons and flexing his pecs, giving the older server a little taste. “But after our training session, it will only be this guy that you care about.”

He looked at me questioningly. “What made you change your mind?”

“If you try to double-cross me, Marty,” I dropped his sunglasses once again and pointed to the rolled-back eyes of the possessed man, “You will be next.”

The server gulped as he ran back inside. I borrowed the vision of the hunk once more and shot a sexy wink to another woman on the patio, then showed off a bit, twitching his massive pecs under his shirt.

Source: @the-dapper-executive

Making the relationship work (Part 2)

The following morning, the awkward couple arose and made their way to their counselling session. Their rather direct counsellor opened the door to his consultation room and invited them to sit down.

"So," the counsellor began, "How was it having sex as each other?" Both men looked sheepish and dare not say that they hadn't had sex since the swap. Neither felt it was the right thing to do. "Oh, I see. Hmmmm, this won't do at all. Looks like we'll have to try another therapy."

Seb, the now gentle giant awkwardly who had the feeling of being back in detention, uttered "But, can't we just switch back already?"

The counsellor scoffed before replying "Well, if that's your wish, I suppose we can, but I have never failed my clients and I am not about to let that streak end here. But, if that's what you want, sure, we can head back to the tanks... but would you mind if we try one last thing? If it does not work, I promise you can swap back this evening." The couple looked at each other, and discussed as they did with all decisions, and knowing their had paid a lot for this retreat, they decided to go with the suggestion and hear the counsellor out.

The counsellor led them back to the same tanks from the previous day. Each man lay down in their respective tank and waited for the lid to close. Once again, all stimuli were cut off and they were just left floating in nothingness.

Slowly, Seb began hearing a deep voice. It must have been through a speaker in the tank, but in the absence of all other sounds and sensory cue, it bore deeply into his mind, as if it were coming from inside his mind. Though drifting in and out of consciousness, he did pick up some items "You are an alpha... you are a real man... you are superior...you were born to lead... it is your birth right... you wish to grow bigger... other men are born to serve you... they are born to follow rules... rules do not apply to you... you set the rules for others... you deserve to be worshipped... you love to fuck... you love to fuck lesser men.... that is their purpose in life... they are born to serve you..."

After an unknown period of time, the lid opened and Seb was awoken from his strange dream. The counsellor was waiting there for him. "So, how do you feel now?"

Seb looked down at his huge boyfriend's body and somehow felt much more normal. It even made him hard as he watched his forearms tense to his movements. "Actually, a lot calmer somehow..." Seb was too preoccupied to notice the grin appear on the counsellor face as he saw Seb standing taller and prouder than previously, his shoulder unfurled and dominant. The counsellor told Seb that Gary would need a little longer, so it might be an idea for Seb to go to workout, as the process can be supported through exercise. He agreed and went to get changed for the gym.

Meanwhile, Gary was having a similar experience. A woman's voice spoke softly to him. "You are submissive... you were born to serve other men...real men... you want to please them... this is your life's purpose...your pleasure derives from their pleasure... you wish to please them to be rewarded with their cock... you yearn for cock inside you...this is your true place in life...without a man and his rules, you are lost... you crave the structure he provides to make you whole..."

Some time later, the lid was opened and Gary stood up. "Where's Seb?" he asked, like a lost child, looking around with mild panic. The counsellor explained that he had gone to the gym to support the therapy. Gary also wanted to go, but the counsellor suggested he should relax - too much strenuous activity would be bad for him. He recommended he wait for Seb by the pool...

And so, Gary went to get changed for the pool. At first he put on some shorts, but reflected and thought Seb might prefer he wear some trunks. Gary checked himself out in the mirror and tried a few poses. Now he could see why Seb was normally trying to lose some body fat. Normally Gary was obsessed with getting bigger, but right now, he could see how dropping a little fat here and there would look so hot.

Gary headed to the pool and got comfortable, but he got quickly bored and decided to send Seb a cute selfie. Why was he feeling nervous?

Seb opened the message and replied:

"Ooooo, looking hot boy

"*babe

"I'm just finishing up at the gym. Be there soon."

Seb was having one of the best workouts of his life. He felt so strong and confident, invincible even. Gary meanwhile, found the pic of his former self so hot and masculine. Seb was really looking the part. And Gary's smaller cock twitched at the point of being called 'boy'.

Eventually, Seb came and found Gary by the pool. They acted and spoke like any other loving couple; a kiss on meeting, asking how the other was doing - a normal catch up on what was anything but a normal day.

Then Seb quickly turned the conversation in a different direction. "So anyway, I'm fucking horny after that workout so I've decided we need to have sex like this. Now."

Gary, taken aback by the switch of topics, but not at all against the idea - he was also keen to get fucked for some reason - took a moment to process the information. "What?"

Seb stood up and responded "Don't argue. Let's go back to the room." Seb walked to the room, without glancing back to see if Gary was following. He went into the room, stripped and lay on the bed, waiting to be serviced. Gary was all too happy to strip off and began sucking his former cock with great pleasure. To both of them it all just felt right. Gary requested permission to ride Seb, which he quickly granted, before Seb unloaded into his former ass. Gary, with so much pent up horniess, came without even jacking his cock. Both were beginning to understand each other, though in a slightly new, kinkier way.

*** 3 months later ***

Looking back, their retreat holiday really did fix up their relationship. The evening after they fucked each other's bodies, Seb, without asking Gary, told the counsellor that they wouldn't need to swap back just yet and that they were following his advise to understand each other better.

Seb remained non-committal about swapping back and 3 months later, they still haven't. For the trip home, they needed to swap names and passports, and since then, they haven't defaulted back either. The new Seb remembered how uncomfortable the economy seat was for his bigger frame on the outborund journez, so spent all his miles to update the new Gary to Business. He found the idea remarkably hot that Gary was upfront enjoying the perks of Business, while he was cramped in the back. But it just felt right.

Now back at home, Gary expects Seb to look after the house and look sexy at all time - which generally means no clothes for easy accessibilitz. And well, his shaven boy is just to his liking:

Gary, meanwhile, rarely needs to lift a finger for anything. He can just focus on getting bigger and ruling the roost among smaller, inferior men. He takes great pleasure in reminding Seb how he used to be big, but failed, and how his rightful place is being the sub in the relationship. This turned into a kink for both of them. Seb now loves to remind himself of how small he is now and often plays with and sniffs his old shoes. They were so big for him now and represented how different he was now. While sniffing Gary's well-worn gym shoes by the door, he heard a voice from behind:

"Stay there and bend over. Keep sniffing your former sneaks while I pump a load in you, boy."

Online Coaching

What do you think? Pretty nice huh. I've got a coach that's been helping me a lot too. Well, "had" might be more appropriate soon.

I was pretty out of shape before, ate the wrong things. A classic case. But I was too lazy to change anything. It was just easier to fantasize about swapping bodies and jerking off than actually try and lose weight. I'd fantasized about switching bodies with a hot jock for years but one night while doing my usual things... it just happened!

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't stop admiring myself. And to be honest, it was so hot jerking off to my own reflection in the mirror. I was so hot now, but the thought of going outside was almost enough to give me a panic attack. I had no idea what to do with a body like this! My old body and I started messaging each other and of course I pretended to be as surprised as him. At the same time I also wrote to my Tumblr friends from before that I'd genuinely swapped this time. It took some convincing them, because we did a lot of role playing, but eventually they believed me from the pics I was sending them.

Day one was really something. Jerking off my new cock to my new reflection, flexing the whole time, feeling so light and flexible without my usual extra baggage. And my friends finding me so hot now was an added bonus in our roleplay.

Day Two:

The next morning didn't feel so great. I felt so bloated and had a headache. Probably from the take-out I ordered. I felt like shit. I also felt really anxious for some reason. Like I needed to move. I felt cagey, like I was trapped indoors. So I did something I'd never done before. I went out for a run before breakfast. I think that's what people call fasted cardio? Anyway, I felt a lot better afterwards. Somehow I managed to clear my head a bit, you know?

After I've got home, jerked off to my sweaty reflection and smell and showered, I messaged my old body and told him I needed his help to keep this body in shape. At first he outright refused, but I managed to convince him that if we were ever able to swap back, surely he'd want his body to be in good shape. And that's how we started. He kinda took on the role of being my online coach and helping me with my workout plan, nutrition plan, tracking my macros, and of course, making sure my execution was correct. Of course he knew this body better than anything so he was perfect for the job... and motivated. I told him I needed to know exactly how to be like him so nobody would notice.

He told me what to wear and I headed down to the gym. I did the routine he told me to and showed him how I did the exercises, and he told me how to improve. I started off with "light" weights for this body, which got me some strange looks, but I just had to ignore them for now.

He gave me some really good advice and soon I was feeling more confident. Also, strangely, I really enjoyed it!

Two weeks later:

I'm really getting used to this workout routine! And the feeling is so nice too. I'm sticking with the nutrition plan and taking all my supps and drinking at least 5 liters of water each day. I must look like a proper gym bro now, eating out of boxes all the time, ha!

I asked him how he is doing in my body and he said fine. I said he could try and improve it while he is in there and he replied "Yeah maybe". I still write with my old friends and they told me he is talking with them too now. Apparently he's learning how to roleplay body swaps and possessions now too, which is kinda funny. They also told me that he said he'd gained some weight. Not sure why he kept that from me though.

Overall, I'm still enjoying it! I'm not jerking off in the mirror quite so much anymore - I think I've done it too often now that it's not sooo hot so I started watching some normal porn, which always does the trick ;).

Three months later:

What can I say? My old life seems so far away now. I'm still talking to my old body and he's still coaching me, but I don't know how much longer for. He's taught me everything I need to know about the gym and his life so I feel like I can easily go it alone, and probably do even better without him. It also feels kinda wrong now that I know he's made no progress with my old body and just got lazy. Makes no sense to take fitness advice from some fat slob. I still send him my form clips now and again, but now he just says it's all perfect.

Once he forwarded the clip back to me with "His shoulders are so hot! 🥵 You should steal his body" so I think it's pretty clear what he's doing with the clips now and who he's sending them to. I guess he loves a body swap now... and my body turns him on. Kinda sick when you think about it.

So yeah, this is my life now. Thinking of quiting my job and doing a Personal Trainer qualification. I'd easily be able to do that and get loads of clients. I really wanted to push myself this year so I've also entered a competition but not told my old body. How do you think I'm looking?

Also, I'm still talking with my old body swap friends but I don't reply much. I'm actively turned off by body swaps now so we don't have so much in common anymore. I muted the conversations with them because it just kinda got annoying when they asked for pics and stuff. Kinda regret telling them about the swap now so hope they'll get the message soon and leave me out of their weird fantasies.