Five Alien Hosts: Adventures In Italy (Part 3) - Hunks And Lies

Five Alien Hosts: Adventures In Italy (Part 3) - Hunks and Lies

Victor and Alexander (Sylo's host) were strolling together, visiting tourist attractions in Italy. They were having a lot of fun together, Italy was a very romantic place and Victor had on his side a hot hunk as his companion and protector, he couldn't ask for anything else. While Victor and Alexander were laughing at one of his jokes. Alexander's phone started ringing.

"Just one sec." Alexander said, picking up his phone. "Hello?... Oh, Ciao Marco, yeah I'm doing good..."

Victor rolled his eyes, he loved Sylo's host, but Alexander was always too busy with work. His phone would never stop ringing, he would answer calls even while fucking Victor. Victor did enjoy being fucked rough by Alexander while he talked business in a foreign language, but sometimes Victor just wanted Alexander to himself.

As Alexander talked to this man named 'Marco', he looked at his watch.

"Right now?... Ok, I will be there... Sure, We can discuss that when we meet." Alexander turned off the call.

"Who is Marco?" Victor asked.

"Marco is Alexander's business partner. Alexander has a car export company here in Italy and Marco helps run the company while he's away. He wants to meet me at a nearby bar for a quick meeting."

"C'mon Sylo, I told you already, no work during vacation. This day should be about us having fun together," Victor said, hugging Alexander's huge arm.

"Don't worry, Master. It will be a quick meeting. He just wants to discuss some business deals. That's the sole reason why Alexander was on that plane to begin with; he was going to meet with Marco. It would be very suspicious for Alexander not to go."

Victor sighed, Sylo was right. "Fiiiiine."

"Don't be like that," Alexander said, gently holding Victor's chin and kissing him softly. "I will make it up to you later, I promise."

They both walked to the bar where Marco had said they would meet. Once there, Victor was amazed by how handsome Marco was. Marco was the epitome of an Italian hunk. He was wearing a white dress shirt that showed some of his chest. When he saw Alexander, he had the most perfect smile on his face.

"Ciao Alex! Quanto Tempo!" Marco said.

"Ciao Marco!"

They both hugged each other and started talking in Italian, while Victor was left awkwardly staring. Marco looked at Victor, a little confused as to who he was. Sylo noticed it.

"This is my nephew, Victor." Alexander said, placing a hand on Victor's shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, Victor," Marco said, extending his hand. Victor blushed and shook it, while shaking, he couldn't help but glance at Marco's open chest.

Marco then turned to Alexander "So, let's have a drink. We have so much to discuss." They took a seat at a table in the outdoor seating area. A waiter soon walked to their table.

"I will have a coffee," Marco said to the waiter.

"A martini for me and a hot chocolate for my friend over here," Alexander said. When the waiter walked away, Alexander teased Marco. "A coffee, serious? What happened to the old Marco I knew?"

"I don't drink anymore, man. I'm a dad now, did you forget my wife just had a baby?"

Alexander laughed. "And how's everything at the company?"

"Well, you know how it is in this industry, always something new popping up. But I have to say, I'm pretty excited about our latest partnership with that luxury car manufacturer from Germany."

"Ah, yes, I heard about that! That's a big move. How did you manage to pull that off?"

"It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that. Lots of negotiations, late-night calls, and convincing. But in the end, it all came down to our reputation and track record."

"Impressive, Marco. I gotta hand it to you; you've always had a knack for sealing those big deals."

As they continued talking about their business. Victor couldn't help but give Marco some glances. But it looks like Marco noticed it because he immediately started to button up his shirt in the middle of the conversation and gave Victor a stern look that made him want to crawl under the table.

Victor had spent so much time with only his alien friends and their brainless hosts that he didn't know how to behave around a non-host person. He was accustomed to staring at his friends' hosts whenever he wanted, so now it was difficult for Victor to control his urges.

"So, where are you two staying at?" Marco asked, breaking the ice.

"At the La Dolce Vita Resort." Victor responded.

"Wow, expensive place. But It's not like money is a problem for your uncle, right?" Marco joked.

Victor was confused for a few seconds, his uncle? But then he remembered he was talking about Alexander. Victor grinned, if Marco only knew he and Alexander weren't related at all, and that his business partner was now just a muscle husk being controlled by an alien bug. One hour later, Marco had to go, he said he had another important meeting to attend.

On the way back to the resort, Victor looked at Alexander, who was driving.

"Why didn't you tell me Marco was this hot?"

"You like him, huh? Do you want me to take him over, Master? I would gladly turn him into a host. The guy's an asshole and the old Alexander also hated the guy. They always had this dispute between them, about who slept with the hottest woman, who had the best car, who closed more deals..."

"It would be very hot... but no, that won't be necessary. Remember, we are on vacation. That means you are free from having to turn into a host every hot man I fancy over."

Later that day, Victor and Alexander returned to their room, and to Victor's surprise, Marco was lying on the bed, reading a newspaper, as if waiting for them. He smirked at Victor and started to slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Ciao Victor," Marco said, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor, Victor was momentarily lost in Marco's abs and pecs.

"M-Marco? What are you doing here?" Victor finally asked surprised. Marco then winked at him. Victor knew that wink well; it was Sylo's way of assuring his control over a host.

"I'm so confused right now." Victor looked at Alexander, who was standing on his side, then back at Marco. "Who are you inside of right now?"

"Alexander is on autopilot. Marco has been my host since this morning. After I fucked you this morning and you got busy with Andrei and Ahmed, I called Marco to meet Alexander at a private place to discuss some business, and when he showed up, I turned him into my host." Marco explained.

"Are you saying that Alexander has been on autopilot all this afternoon?" Victor looked at Alexander on his side, who was grinning at him.

"You got me, Master." Alexander said.

"Exactly, I set his brain so he would act as if he was being controlled by me. Did he make a good impersonation of me?" Marco chuckled.

Victor was shocked, he spent the day with Alexander on autopilot and he had no clue. It wasn't the first time Sylo had pulled a prank like this. He enjoyed tricking Victor into thinking he was inside one host when he was actually in another.

"This will never get old." Marco laughed, putting his hands behind his head and showing Victor his hairy armpits. Victor couldn't deny how hot it was to see Marco shirtless in front of him, Victor now had a visible hard-on.

"He's a nice host, that's for sure. We will have a lot of fun with him." Victor sat on the bed and started to sniff Marco's hairy armpits, he smelled nice, like some fancy cologne.

"I thought you would appreciate some real Italian meat. I know how much you wanted an Italian host, and we kinda spoiled your plans by taking over those non-Italian men on the plane. Marco was born and raised in Italy, he should fulfill your fantasies."

"That's very sweet, thank you Sylo." He took his face from Marco's armpits and smirked at him. "Can you like... pretend to be the real Marco?"

"The real Marco would never be shirtless in front of you, the real Marco would have beaten you to a pulp for having your slutty mouth latching on his armpits."

Victor rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean, a gay version of Marco. Remember when you took over that hot cop and we roleplayed that he would only let me go if he fucked and came inside me?"

Suddenly, Marco's eyes rolled back for a moment, and then he gave Victor a seductive glance. "You think I didn't see the way you looked at me? You were stripping me with your eyes. You're such a dirty pervert, Victor." Marco pulled his pants down and lay down fully naked on the bed.

"Fuck me, Victor. I need you inside me, I knew it since the moment I saw you staring at me." Marco begged, shaking his ass to Victor.

Victor's heart raced with anticipation. He surveyed the scene before him: the Italian hunk, Marco, lay naked on the bed, and... oh my! That magnificent Italian ass! Victor couldn't help but lick his lips. He crept closer, his gaze locked on to the tempting target. Finally, he reached out and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled the sheets away. The Italian's big, round ass was revealed in all its glory. Victor took his clothes off and leaned in closer, pressing his body against Marco's back, and began to nibble on his neck, feeling the warmth of his breath against his skin. He continued to nibble and suckle at Marco's neck, feeling the muscles in his ass tighten beneath him.

The Italian hunk let out a groan, Victor smiled wickedly. He knew exactly what he had to do. He positioned himself behind Marco, his hard cock nestled against the entrance of his ass. Slowly, methodically, he began to push forward. The head of his cock pressed against Marco's entrance, and Victor could feel him tense beneath him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. With a sudden surge of power, he thrust forward, feeling the hot, velvety flesh of Marco's ass engulf his cock.

Marco cried out, arching his back further as Victor's cock slid deeper into him. The sensation was exquisite, almost too much to bear. Victor began to fuck him hard, his hips pounding against Marco's ass in a rhythmic cadence.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the wet smack of their flesh as it moved in tandem. Victor reached around, grabbing a handful of Marco's hair, using it to pull his head back and expose his neck.

"That's it, Marco," Victor whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're mine now, cum for me you bitch!" And with that, they came together in a passionate, sweaty embrace. As the last tremors of pleasure faded away, Victor collapsed onto the bed next to Marco, their bodies still connected by their entwined limbs. He smiled contentedly, feeling the weight of his release draining away. For a moment, they were both still, catching their breath, before Victor chuckled softly.

"This was your first time bottoming," Victor asked to Sylo, looking over at Marco with a wicked grin. "Do I make a good top?"

"I crawled out of him at the moment you were getting inside him." Alexander said across the room, he was now naked too with his heavy thick shaft swinging.

"Oh for god's sake, can you stop switching bodies for today?"

"You're my Master, but that doesn't mean I will let you top me," Alexander said, roping on the bed, he then grabbed Marco by his waist and shoved his entire shaft in one single thrust. Marco screamed, but Alexander gave his ass a hard slap and Marco went quiet.

Marco's phone started ringing, it was his wife. Alexander grabbed the phone and pulled Marco's hair. "Answer it!" Alexander growled in his ear while still fucking him.

"O-oh hey babe, uurrgghh... I'm in the middle of a meeting right now.... how is my baby angel?"

They changed positions, Alexander now had Marco on top of him, riding him while he still was talking on the phone. "I will stay at Alex's place for a few days... I know, babe, I'm sorry... I love you too." When the call ended, Marco finally let out all the moans he was holding during the call.

Victor was tired so he just watched Alexander fuck Marco non-stop for almost an hour. Finally, when Marco was about to cum, Alexander held Marco with his strong arms, so that Marco's cock was at his face level, and wrapped his mouth around Marco's shaft, just in time for Marco to start shooting.

After feeding, Alexander commanded Marco to freeze. He then lay down beside Victor, who was staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

"Is there something wrong, Master?" He asked, gently caressing Victor's hair. "I thought you would enjoy watching Alexander destroying Marco's ass."

"It's not it... tell me Sylo, do you think the five of you are the only ones? Don't you think maybe there could be more?"

"I can't say for sure because I couldn't know. But theoretically, it could have been more eggs in that Comet... why the random question?"

"I think we are not alone. I believe there could be others here at the resort."

"But that would be a huge coincidence for us to meet others while on vacation, Earth is a very big planet... unless" He gave Victor a stern look. "Are you hiding something from us, Master?"

"I haven't been completely honest with you all." Victor sat on the bed and sighed. "The real reason of this vacation is that I think more bugs could be here."

"What are you talking about? How would you know?"

"Remember the first man you took over? The Captain of that military operation?"

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(1 month ago - USA)

"We're here, Master." Trent said. Trent was a popular gym coach who worked at a gym near Victor's house, after the bugs took over the bodies of the five military men, Victor, drunk with power, suggested the bugs to go to the gym next, once there, the five bugs converted all the hot muscular men working out that day into hosts, and Trent was one of Victor's favorites.

"Thank you for driving me here, Trent," Victor said, burying his face between Trent's big muscular pecs as he flexed them for Victor's amusement.

"Anything for you, Master," Trent said, gently burying Victor's face even more between his meaty pecs.

Without a bug inside his brain, Trent was put into autopilot mode, he was now just a mindless shell programmed to act like the old Trent, and of course, with Victor's suggestion, the bugs also programmed him and every other man on autopilot, to be Victor's slave.

As Victor was about to step out of the car, he had an Idea, he turned to Trent and smirked "While you wait for me, I want you to jerk off non-stop, I want you all sweaty when I'm back."

"Yes, Master," Trent responded, immediately pulling down his shorts, grabbing his 8 Inches cock and jerking off. Victor walked out of the car and went towards the military base.

After the gym takeover, the bugs explained to Victor that they could put the hosts on autopilot, Victor then went on a horny spree, helping turning every hot man he knew into a host and eventually into his slave. His hot neighbors, the construction crew that was working on a building near his house, random men he would see at the park — All fucked Victor at some point.

The military base in his city soon became Victor's next target in his quest for control. Accompanied by his five alien-controlled soldiers, Victor entered the base as if he already owned the place. The bugs crawled out from their hosts and began the takeover, turning one soldier after another into a slave for Victor. Now, these soldiers were no longer serving their country, but rather Victor himself.

Victor spotted the Captain waiting for him at the back doors of the base, Victor had learned that his name was Captain Torres.

"Hello Captain," Victor said, admiring the tall muscular man.

"Hi Master, where is your alien friends that turned me into a mindless shell?"

"I came alone this time," Victor walked closer to the Captain and felt his huge muscular arms.

"That's why you called me to meet you here? You missed these muscles, didn't you?" Captain Torres flexed his huge biceps in a cocky manner.

"Yes, I did miss these muscles," Victor smiled and pulled the Captain's head for a rough kiss. After a few seconds, Victor broke the kiss, leaving the Captain breathless. "But that's not the real reason I came here. I want you to search for something for me."

"Sure, Master, anything for you."

"I want to know the exact location of the meteorite that fell in Italy."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Master. That is confidential information and you're not an official. If I gave any private information about military business to a civilian, I would be breaking the law."

Victor chuckled. "It's honestly amazing how real you sound, anyone else would think you really mean that, in truth you're just a mindless muscle drone trying to act like the old Captain Torres would."

"But I am the real Captain Torres, Master"

"Put your hands behind your back and stand in attention." Victor commanded.

"Yes, Master." Captain Torres did what he was told, now standing with his hands behind his back, totally vulnerable to Victor. Victor grabbed the Captain's bulge and squeezed it.

Victor initially felt scared and intimidated by the much taller and more muscular hosts, he was afraid that those men would suddenly come back to themselves and kill Victor for taking advantage of their bodies. However, as he witnessed more and more big guys being converted into hosts, he started to become more confident. Captain Torres no longer intimidated him, now the only thing his presence did for Victor was to make his cock grow hard.

"You're not a real person anymore, 'Captain'. You're a pile of muscles programmed to act like the previous owner of these muscles. You know who these muscles belong to now?"

"Y-you, Master," The Captain responded, sweat forming on his forehead.

"That's right, I own your entire body. Now lead me to the command room, right now!" Victor then let go of the Captain's crotch.

"I don't know how to search for it, It's not my area. I will need to find Sergeant Jordan, he's an IT technician, he will know how to search for the location."

"Ok, what are you waiting for? Let's find him."

The captain guided Victor into the gymnasium, a cavernous space echoing with the sounds of exertion. Soldiers, engrossed in their workouts, turned to acknowledge Victor's presence. A few nodded, some offered smiles, and others, with a mix of pride and camaraderie, flexed their muscles in silent greeting. Victor savored the attention, reveling in his role as the master of these men. Amidst the rhythmic clanking of weights, Sergeant Jordan's formidable figure stood out. Noticing Victor, he set his weights aside and strode purposefully towards him.

"Hey Master, It's been a while. Are you back to make us fuck each other again? You should make Captain Torres bottom this time."

Victor walked towards Jordan and squeezed his meaty pecs. "As much as I would like to, I don't have time for it, the bugs don't even know I'm here."

"If you're not here to watch us fuck, then why are you here, Master?"

At the command room, the Captain sat on a nearby chair and looked at Sergeant Jordan. "Master wants you to find the location of the meteorite that fell in Italy."

"That is going to be impossible, the meteorite that fell in Italy was never found." Sargeant Jordan explained.

"That's because they searched for it in the wrong way, the meteorites work as a spaceship for the aliens, they pilot that egg by using telekinesis. The military was looking for a meteorite when they actually should be searching for a UFO. You meatheads only found the egg in my house because my noisy neighbor reported it."

"That makes sense, but It's going to take me some time; I will need to request access for the Air Force." Sergeant Jordan sat and started to type.

"Be quick, the bugs can't know that I'm here." Victor kneeled under the table between Jordan's legs and started to open his fly, freeing his thick 9-inch snake and started to suck.

"Yes, Master, I will do my best." Jordan moaned as Victor's tongue started to lap his shaft. Victor had forgotten how big Jordan was. On the day of the military base takeover, Sylo was the one who took over Jordan, that day he fucked Victor rough with this big tool while an orgy happenned in the background.

After sucking Jordan for a while, Victor stood up and kneeled between the Captain's legs and opened his fly, freeing his big thick 11 Inches.

"So you're... uuurrgghhh... hiding from the bugs huh?" The Captain asked. Victor took the shaft from his mouth and slapped it on his own face. "I'm not hiding from them, they just don't have to know everything I do." Victor slightly squeezed the Captain's balls. "You're not gonna tell them, are you?"

"I won't. I only answer to you, Master," the Captain said, grabbing Victor by the neck and pulling him into a long, wet kiss. Victor melted in the Captain's strong muscular arms.

"Wait, that's weird..." Sergeant Jordan muttered as he stared at the screen.

"What's wrong?" The Captain asked.

"On the day of Comet Clyde's passage, an Italian satellite detected an unidentified flying object at a resort called 'La Dolce Vita Resort'."

"Very well done Jordan," Victor said, walking to Jordan and kissing him, Jordan's softening cock now started to grow again.

"Shells can't cum without being authorized, so as a reward, I will let you cum by fucking Captain Torres." Victor glanced at the Captain, who did not look amused. "Captain, take your pants off and get on all fours, Jordan here is going to stuff your ass."

"Thank you, Master!" Sergeant Jordan grinned.

Victor took a photo of the resort address on the computer screen, while Captain Torres was already on all fours with his big muscular ass sticking up. Sergeant Jordan kneeled behind him and started unbuckling his belt. Victor gave them one last look, he wished he could stay and watch them, but he didn't have time. As Victor walked down the corridor, he could still hear the clapping noises and Captain Torre's loud moans.

Back to Trent's car, Trent was a moaning mess, his black tank top was drenched in cum and his muscles were glistening with sweat. He looked at Victor with his tongue out as he continued pumping his big meat for Victor.

Victor paid him no attention, instead reaching for his phone. He scrolled through his extensive list of contacts — he had added so many numbers in the past few months — until he found the name he sought: Mr. Thompson, his hot Daddy neighbor, the man Sylo was currently in. A deep, raspy voice answered on the other end. "Where have you been, Master? We were starting to get worried."

"I'm fine, I was just having a fun time with Trent."

"Come back, we are about to feed, and we know how much you love watching us feed. Bring Trent with you, the more the merrier."

"Oh, I don't know if he will be of much help," Victor said as he looked at Trent shooting another load. "And there it goes his last load."

"Bring him with you anyway, It's been a while since I fucked you in this shell."

"Alright, I will be there soon, Daddy..." Victor chuckled, "You guys have been so good to me. You know, Sylo, I was just thinking... what do you think of a vacation?"

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"You did what?" Alexander's voice thundered through the room, anger etched across his face. "I can't believe you went ahead with that without even asking us first!"

"It was just a theory back then. Besides, we don't even know for certain if there are any other bugs here. I could still be wrong."

"I don't care, you put us all into danger! You should have told us!"

"Should I? I'm your Master, and you should obey me! That was the deal, remember?" Victor shouted. But as soon as the words left his mouth, regret followed. He didn't want to be an authoritarian Master; that wasn't the kind of leader he aspired to be. He wanted the bugs to be more than obedient pets; he wanted them to be his friends. Victor sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

Alexander gazed at Victor with a disappointed expression. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back and Sylo swiftly crawled out of his mouth, disappearing under the door gap.

"No please come back, Sylo! I'm so-rry..."

Victor sat on the edge of the bed with his head down. Marco and Alexander — Now both empty shells, sat on his side and comforted their Master.

Courtship Display

"What the hell are you doing? You're embarrassing me." I said to the hot man shaking his bulge in front of me.

I was at the beach when I spotted this hot guy wearing yellow speedos; luckily, I had my alien buddy with me and asked him to take over the man's body. So while the man was sunbathing with his girlfriend, the tiny crab-like alien crawled in the sand and inside the man's speedos, then quickly pinched the man's balls with his tiny alien claws.

The small crab alien had special claws that could take over anyone whose claws clamped onto. His claws would release a powerful venom that could turn the biggest man into a mere puppet for the alien. The venom would make the host's brain permanently inactive, making the alien attached to their balls their new brain.

The man's girlfriend didn't even notice her boyfriend convulsing on her side. I knew my little friend had taken over his body when the man woke up and started crawling toward me in a crab walk and started to shake his hips non-stop. People around us started to look at us, making me feel embarrassed, so I told him to stop, but he continued.

"It's a mating dance; the male in my kind shakes their crotches to attract females. Does this mating dance work on humans? You're a male human who likes the same sex, and by the tent forming in your speedos, I can tell It's working." He said, as he sensually moved his hips.

"Ok, I confess It's really hot seeing a straight man doing this... dance, but here is not the place, let's go somewhere more private so I can show you how much your mating dance works on me. Then you can try this same dance while having my cock inside his ass."

We went to a private area at the beach, and there we got fully naked. I saw my alien friend latched on to his ballsack with his tiny claws attached to the man's balls. It was always funny to think he controlled his hosts through their balls.

The man had a nice cock, but it wasn't what I was looking for at the moment. I lay on the sand with my hard cock throbbing, and he got on top of me in a crab position; I aimed my cock at his entrance and he impaled himself on my shaft, I moaned loudly as he started to fuck himself on my cock, he was moving his hips sensually just like he was doing moments before.

He rode me like an expert. I knew by the tightness of the host's ass that he never had a cock up his ass, but my alien friend sure was an expert in making his hosts take my cock like true sluts.

The sight of the host's hard cock bouncing up and down, together with the tightness of his hole, made me explode inside of him, which seemed to trigger the host's orgasm as well.

Hats for Cowboys, Bodysuits For Clients

Brian squinted against the harsh desert sun, feeling a trickle of sweat run down his neck as he stepped out of his dusty rental car. He looked at the storefront in front of him. The sign shaped like a cowboy hat above the door creaked in the dry breeze, announcing "Hats for true Cowboys"

There were at least six cars parked around the place, but a quick look revealed how dusty they were outside as if they had been left there for months.

It was strange to have a hat store in the middle of nowhere; the place was surrounded by nothing but sand and tumbleweeds. But Brian knew that was no ordinary hat store, he chuckled to himself, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and then entered the cool shop. The doorbell jingled behind him, announcing his presence, country music was playing on the radio at the counter, yet there was no one there.

The store was surprisingly well-stocked with an assortment of cowboy hats of all shapes and sizes. He smirked when he noticed the three hot, muscular cowboys standing in the middle of the store completely shirtless. Each one was wearing a cowboy hat and posed motionless while holding their hat brim.

They had the physiques of true cowboys, but there was something off about them. The three of them turned their heads to look at the newcomer, yet they stood motionless with blank expressions.

"Welcome to the best hat shop in the country!" The three shirtless cowboys said in unison, their voices sounded robotic.

Brian walked over to the trio and placed one hand on the chest of the cowboy in the middle, then cupped the big pecs of the hot cowboy, there was no heartbeat. His gaze traveled down the sculpted abs and the treasure trail leading into the tight jean pants. He was about to pull the cowboy's pants down and take a peak when he heard a familiar voice, "Howdy Brian! What a pleasure to see you again!" The overweight man with a neckbeard and a cowboy hat walked to Brian with a huge smile on his face. "I see you're interested in one of my "hats"," The man laughed at his own joke, his belly jiggling slightly with each step.

"Hank! It's been so long!" Brian called out, giving the man a friendly hug.

Hank then turned to the cowboys, "Boys, this is my old friend, Brian; he's a special client, greet him!"

"Howdy, sir," The three cowboys said to Brian, pulling their brims down in respect.

"Where did you get such fine men?"

"There was a country music festival nearby; these hot walking muscles made the big mistake of stopping at my store," Hank grinned, his teeth yellowish. "And you know damn well the rest; I approached them with my special hats and told them they should try it. Works every damn time!" Hank said, laughing out loud.

"Good ol Hank, always harvesting the bodies of the finest cowboys. I'm impressed cowboys haven't gone extinct by now," Brian smirked, running his hand down the chiseled abs of the cowboy wearing the black hat.

"You like this one? He's a real looker, ain't he?" Hank said, slapping the cowboy's firm ass.

The cowboy didn't react, his expression remained unchanged. "Flex for me, boys," Hank commanded, and the three cowboys flexed their muscles, their biceps bulging at Hank's command. Brian was not impressed, he had seen Hank's bodysuits at work before.

"Can you make them jerk off? I wanna see how I would look while jerking off in their bodies."

"You ain't gotta ask me twice. Boys, take off your peckers and jerk off for us."

Brian watched as the hot cowboys started to unbuckle their belts at the same time; they pulled down their pants, displaying their huge cocks, and then started to jerk off in synch; in seconds, they were hard and throbbing. Their strokes were so synchronized that it didn't seem natural, and in fact, it wasn't.

Brian couldn't take his eyes off the huge thick cock of the cowboy in the black hat; he had the second biggest cock of the three, with the cowboy in a light brown hat and a tattoo on his chest being the biggest.

"I want this one," Brian said, stroking the blank face of the cowboy wearing the black hat, who continued stroking his meat while being inspected by Brian. He was the one who caught his attention the most, he loved the man's mustache and tanned skin.

"Nice choice, he was a pleasure to harvest, and he will be even more pleasurable when you're inside him. Go on, you know what to do." Hank said with a devilish grin.

Brian nodded and grabbed the man's brim; he gave the man one last look before pulling the hat off his head; immediately, the cowboy's eyes sunk, and his body fell to the floor completely deflated at his feet.

The hats were a special creation of Hank, while Hank seemed like an old stereotypical countryman, he was actually a genius; His hats had a technological device hidden inside of them that could turn anyone who wore them into a bodysuit; not only that, the hats could also control the bodysuits, giving life to them as if they weren't just hollow bodies obeying Hank's orders.

Brian handed the black hat to Hank and then grabbed the hollowed cowboy off the floor.

"You know where the changing room is," Hank said, smirking at him; he then turned to the two remaining cowboys who were still jerking off. "Alright fellas, buckle up!"

Brian walked out of the store in a different and more fit body; Hank also handed him the bodysuit's ID and car keys. He told Brian which one was the bodysuit's car, so he walked over to the dust-covered car and stepped inside. He was feeling the tightness of the new skin stretch over his body as he adjusted his new manly face in the rearview mirror. Great mustache, he thought. Now, as he drove away, he couldn't stop thinking of ways of enjoying the countryside in his new body.

Adding The Neighbor

"I look ridiculous! Can't I just wear him without wearing this stupid thong?" My grumpy boyfriend asked while wearing our hunky neighbor's body.

"That's the point, babe!" I said, caressing his new big hairy pecs and then pinched his nipples. "I want to humiliate him for all the nasty things he said about us, can you do this for me, please?"

He sighed and kissed me passionately. "Of course babe, I will do anything for you, you know that, how many men have I converted into bodysuits just for you?"

"A lot," I said, smirking.

"That's right, a fucking lot," He got on all fours on the bed, his huge hairy ass on full display, the thong barely covering our neighbor's tight straight hole. "Now come here and fuck my slutty hungry ass! Show your Daddy neighbor how much of a slut I am!"

I couldn't hold it any longer, seeing my hot manly neighbor on all fours, shaking his huge hairy ass while wearing a thong was making me crazy, I needed to fuck that ass.

Me and my boyfriend had moved to a new house a few weeks ago, but our neighbor was very religious and homophobic, he hated having a gay couple as his new neighbors, he said we were going to 'influence' his kids and a lot of other nasty comments. So I convinced my boyfriend—who had the power to turn anyone into a bodysuit—to add him to our collection. My boyfriend didn't like the Idea at first, but after I told him our neighbor called me a faggot (He didn't, but my boyfriend doesn't need to know that.) he finally decided to do it, as he always did.

Our neighbor was taking the trash out when my boyfriend sneaked behind him and grabbed him by the neck, I watched as our muscular neighbor deflated on my boyfriend's grip until he was holding a hollowed husk of muscles. Back inside our house, I handed him a small leopard-printed thong, he raised an eyebrow confused.

"I bought this yesterday, our neighbor will look good with this."

"No, I'm not wearing this, no fucking way!" He said.

Well, here he was, on all fours still wearing the leopard thong as I was fucking him. I slapped his big hairy ass hard and heard my neighbor—now boyfriend— moan loudly, begging me to keep fucking him. That night I fucked my neighbor in every position until he passed out with my cum leaking from his stretched hole. God, I loved my boyfriend and his powers.

Later our neighbor came out as gay to his family and left them to live with another man, at least that was the story we created, our neighbor was actually inside our closet with the others, his deflated body only came to life when my boyfriend and I wanted a submissive Daddy slut to spice our nights.

Alien Match

"Guys, come check this out!" one of the young football players called out. His three jock friends crowded around, looking down at what had caught his attention.

"Wow, I've never seen bugs like these before," another one said, marveling at the four shining blue bugs on the ground of the football court.

"Yeah, they're really... really pretty, are they glowing or I'm seeing things?" the first boy asked.

"No bro, they're totally glowing, that's weird... my head feels weird."

There was something about the bugs that made them feel drawn to it. They could feel their minds becoming foggy and their cocks starting to harden. The four boys couldn't take their eyes off the shimmering blue insects...

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Not far away from the four jocks, a man was sitting on a bench, hidden in the shadows of the trees while watching the spectacle unfold. He was a gay pervert with an insatiable lust for hot jocks like them, he couldn't help but feel a sinister thrill at the sight of their young toned, and sweaty bodies. When he saw them playing football at the park, he knew they would be perfect for his bugs.

The man watched the four young players gather and stare down at his bugs, he noticed tents starting to form in their football shorts, some were even groping their bulges and moaning. It didn't take long for them to pull out their big cocks—which were now pulsing hard with the bug's influence—and jerk themselves off, right there, in the middle of the football court.

They were unable to resist the strange compulsion, but they didn't question it, they just knew they had to do it. Their gazes became empty and blank with every stroke.

The man also displayed a tent in his pants as he watched the players jerking off. Soon the players started to cum at the same time, after cumming, they just stood there with their hard cocks still pulsing.

Suddenly one of them spoke. "I-I need to...put one inside...my mouth," his voice was blank and robotic, he reached to grab one of the bugs and put it inside his mouth.

"I agree, bro, we need to put them in our mouths." Another one said, also blankly. The other two nodded in agreement, and without hesitation, they each put one of the bugs inside their mouths as well. The bugs quickly made their way toward their brains, their eyes glowed a bright blue as their heads twitched unnaturally to the sides.

The four young men looked up from the ground and turned their gazes toward the man sitting on the bench. Their eyes, once bright with excitement, now were devoid of any life. With their hard cocks still out, they began to walk towards him, not with the energetic strides of the athletes they once were, but with a stiff, mechanical gait that was eerily synchronized.

"That's enough for today boys, let's go home, I can't wait to taste the sweat from their hot bodies," The man said as he stood up and walked away, the four jocks followed behind him like his pets.

Bored At The Metro

I was bored, waiting at the metro, when I noticed two handsome men nearby, both wearing earphones. Perfect, I thought. I opened my laptop and activated my special mind-bending program. I easily hacked into their phones and started typing: "Make out with the man wearing a black shirt on your side" I send the command to the phone of the young man wearing a blue dress shirt.

"Make out with the young man wearing a blue dress shirt on your side" I send the command to the hot man in a black shirt. Now I just had to wait...

I watched as their eyes rolled back for a few seconds, their earphones transferring the commands to their vulnerable brains, suddenly they both looked at each other with hunger in their eyes and started making out in front of everyone. It was such a hot sight.

I just love using my mind-bending program on strangers and making them fall in love with each other, most of the time they are straight men, like these two love birds, but no matter how much straight they are, they always obey the commands.

Information about the two subjects began to appear on my laptop. The one in the black shirt was a 31-year-old married dad with one child, heading home after a long, exhausting day at work. The other, wearing a dress shirt, was a 21-year-old also returning home from his job.

I decided then to make them a permanent couple, I mean, look how cute they are together. I wanted to make things more fun so I started typing again.

"You're a gay bottom for your new boyfriend, you do everything he orders you to and you will obey without questioning, you love to be his slut." I sent the command to the sexy Daddy, and I immediately started to notice a tent forming in his jeans.

"You're a top, an alpha male, you love dominating and humiliating your new Daddy boyfriend." I sent the command to the young man's brain, his demeanor immediately changed and he started to dominate the kiss, he grabbed the Daddy's bulge and squeezed it hard. "I don't even know your name, but I want you to come home with me, I need to fuck you like the slut you are!" He said, his voice filled with desire.

"Yes sir, do whatever you want with me!" They went back to kissing. People started to give them weird stares but they didn't care, they were just a happy couple now.

I closed my laptop with a smirk, I wasn't so bored anymore.