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For you to understand what happened to me the last 2 1/2 years, I have to tell some things about myself.

I'm Brodie, 28, 6ft 2, and I was a soldier.

A pretty good one if I may say so myself. Towards the end of my time at the military I got poached by one of the most profitable companies in the world. They wanted me as their head of security and I agreed. I mean, I got such high paychecks, so high I never imagined to earn that in my entire life.

So I was already head of security for 2 years when something strange happened. The police admitted that they failed to prevent new drugs to reach the market. Drugs that let people swap and possess bodies or turn them into bodysuits. Of course that created an uproar, especially from the rich. Who would want to be rich until someone poor comes along and manages to swap bodies.

To prevent this from happening at the company I was working for and many other companies, we had called for a meeting. A whole weekend for this topic where all head of securities were present.

I arrived on the first evening, an evening where everyone could drink to get to know each other.

All of us were meeting at a hotel. I got my key card, put my luggage in my room and got dressed for a casual meeting.

When I arrived at the meeting room at first I was talking to the ones I already knew until I saw someone standing shy and lonely somewhat in the corner of the room. So I went to him.

As I approached him I could see him more clearly. He was taller than me, maybe 6ft 5, had blond hair, was skinny, and had some kind of boyish face.

He saw that I was approaching him and he smiled.

"Hey, I'm Brodie.", I said holding out my hand. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Tommy.", he answered shaking my hand.

His hand was so soft, atypical for a head of security.

"You seem pretty young to be head of security."

"Yeah, I know. I just got promoted on my 22nd birthday, some months ago."

"Congrats on that!"

"Thanks! You are the first to talk to me here.", he said. "You want a drink?"

"Yeah, I would take one."

After that we went to the bar.

Shortly after that, everything went dark for me.

The next morning. I was waking up, feeling the soft blanket against my sensitive dick. I ran my hands down my body to jack off, to get off some steam, as I noticed something was different. I opened my eyes to see that it wasnt my body I ran my fingers over. I was staring at my new body in shock. I couldnt comprehend how I lost all of my muscles, even my body hair.

I jumped out of my bed, running to a mirror. In disbelief I was looking at my reflection. I was looking like the boy I met yesterday. I looked like Tommy.

I tried to reconstruct my memories. I tried to piece the evening together but I didnt know a single thing. I didnt know how I got into this room, I didnt know how I got out of my suit and I didnt know how I lost my body.

I looked around the room for clothes but I could only find a loose pair of gym shorts, a weird kind of see-through shirt and pair of sneakers.

I put them on and left the room. On the outside of the door I could finally see that I wasnt in my real hotel room. I was to floors beneath it.

I searched for the nearest elevator to get to my initial room. I knocked on the door and my real body opened the door.

I was awestruck seeing it shirtless in the doorframe. It was a feeling I never felt when watching men before.

Before I could even open my mouth, my old body grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me inside with a powerful tug.

My real body closed the door and walked past me through the hallway. I followed him.

"And I thought you would never come.", I could hear my real, deep voice saying.

"Well, I-", I stopped mid-sentence because I was surprised how high Tommy's voice sounded.

My real body went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. He pointed towards a chair in front of him. I sat down in it.

There was something my real body had. A charisma that got you to do everything it said.

He lifted one of his legs and put his hands together. It caused his muscles to bulge a bit and I was in awe again. I somehow wanted to worship this body in front of me. My own body!

I pushed back that thought to get to the reason why I was here. I knew that he was taunting me with my real body by flexing MY muscles.

"You fucker stole my body!", I said. I tried to be intimidating but I knew that I was nothing in this body compared to my old one. "You'll swap us back right now!"

My old body let out a chuckle.

"I'll let you know I'm not swapping back soon. If you complain I can put you in a sleeper hold and make the swap permanent.", he answered.

"I'll kill you Tommy!", I shouted stormimg at my old body.

He quickly took my hands and pushed me onto the bed. He sat down on my stomach and secured my arms with his knees. I tried to free myself.

"Do this one more time Brodie, or should I say Tommy now, and this swap is permanent.", he said.

I could smell him and it was turning me on. He smelled like warm sweat with a hint of parfume and alcohol from last evening.

"Right now, I'm not planning to be in this body forever.", he continued and I stopped to free myself from his grasp. "You know Brodie -I mean Tommy- it wasnt always easy for me. I was the tallest in my year at school. That alone isnt that bad but I was also the youngest, skinny nerd. And it got even harder for me as they discovered that I was gay. They bullied me for this until graduation. It really destroyed my self esteem. But in a body like yours, a body worthy of being head of security, no one will bully me again because of my looks or my sexual orientation."

"Thats it? Thats the reason you stole my body?! How did you even do this?"

"Shush it.", he said putting one hand over my mouth.

"Here is how it happened. I just wanted to swap with someone from this meeting at first but then I started to get to know you and we started to drink together. Everytime you didnt watch your drink, I spiked it. The first few were to make you submissive. That went quiet fast, probably because you knew how to follow orders as a soldier. Then after that I put some drops into your drinks to knock you out slowly. When I noticed that you got weaker, I helped you to get into my room. There you completely lost consciousness and I stripped you out if your beautiful suit.", he pointed at the pants he was wearing. "Then I slipped the pill into your mouth. It prepared your body for the swap. I then started to stimulate your body, and I can say that it was a lot of fun. After that I started sucking and you moaned so sexy while I did it. When I finished sucking you dry, I turned you over and gave you my seed. After that we swapped."

I was looking at Tommy with big eyes. I couldnt believe what I just heard.

"And I'll give you this body back.", he continued as he pulled out another pill. "This pill can swap us back, or seal our swap forever. You get all of this godlike body back if you do what I say for as long as I say. You'll be my daily cum-dump, my little slut, my faggot while I explore your body and have fun. Do you understand, Tommy?"

I nodded.

"Good boy. For the time we stay like this, you'll react to the name Tommy and you'll call me Brodie. You'll stay at my side all the time and dont worry, I know that you earn enough money for both of us. I know this because I got your memories through this swap."

I nodded again.

"Good boy. Now start off by sniffing my shoes."

The new Brodie pulled off one of his black dress shoes and pushed it into my face.

I was overwhelmed by the smell, by the sensation it caused in my new body. I pushed back that thought to get back a clear mind.

"I'll do this just to get my body back!", I said.

"I know Tommy.", Tommy answered with my deep voice. He chuckled again. "You'll be my boyfriend until then."

He let go of me and I sat up straight. He looked at my watch on his wrist.

"The meeting starts in 20 minutes. There is your new suit.", he pointed to a different chair in a corner. "You should put it on."

He walked over to a closet and pulled out the suit I took with me for the meeting. He undressed himself right in front of my eyes. He just stood there in his sheer socks. My dick, well now his, was semi-hard and wobbling up and down.

"Before you put yours on, you'll dress me in mine.", he said.

I didnt want to dress the body I once owned but I knew that this was the only way to get it back in the future.

I searched through the clothes he had pulled out for a pair of underpants but I couldnt find any. He had seen my confused face and said:" No underpants for this body, boy. I know that you love to wear jockstraps but I couldnt get warm with them for now. Thats why I wont wear one."

I took the pants and went on my knees to let him get inside. He stepped in and my old dick was hanging in front of my face. I pulled up the pants and closed them. I did the same with his shirt, vest and jacket. After that I had him to put on the dress shoes I had to sniff that I wore yesterday and he probably the whole day. I wish I would've been turned off by the fact that he posed in my real body but it didnt. After that he watched me put on one of his old suits.

"You'll play the role of Tommy the whole evening. Do you understand?", he said after I finished putting it on. "You'll play as if we are very good friends. You'll laugh at my jokes and be at my side. For the whole evening!"

And I did as he said. The whole evening. At first I hated it but after some time we had so much fun. At the beginning I thought I would get sick from the way he acted. But I didnt. He was such nice guy, just like I really was and I started to crave for his touch. He sometimes took me in his arms and it was such a nice feeling. I knew that I'm attracted to women but since I'm in Tommy's body, I had the feeling that this is changing.

That was two months ago.

After the meeting weekend we went back to my old house. Tommy of course took my king sized bed, because it was 'his home'. At first I had to sleep on the couch but after a short time I had to sleep with him in 'his' bed because I'm his 'boyfriend'.

At the start he was also often showing off my body. Sometimes he was walking around shirtless so that I could admire 'his hard work'. Sometimes, when we went for a walk outside, he would start doing exercises, even on street signs. He was such a show-off, flexing a body he doesnt really own.

He also used me every day for the first few weeks. Not because he wanted to fuck someone but only to humiliate me, as he had my body.

I had hoped that someone would notice that something was wrong with the Brodie they knew but Tommy played my life perfectly.

He really knew everything about me. My workout routine, my way of talking, my job requirements and so on.

When he was at my work, I had to cook for him and to clean the house. While doing that I always searched for the pill. The pill to swap us back but I never found it.

Thats why I knew I had to play the role of the boyfriend to perfection to get my body back. And I had to do so quick as I felt that I became more and more like the real Tommy. My habits started to change.

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To be continued?

The desired role

I never thought my life could change this drastically. Let me tell you that I once was a strong and fair cop but I lost all of that quickly without fully realizing what I did. It all started a few months ago on this fateful afternoon.

On that day I was on my patrol, driving around in my police cruiser looking for potential trouble as usual.

I had gotten a call from a young woman that it seems like a young man is selling himself for sex to other men in a more remote area of the town. I was driving around there to see if I could spit him and I could after a fee minutes of searching. I carefully parked the cruiser and tried to sneak up on them. They were in the back of an alley. I could see the young man wearing skin tight latex from neck to toes. He was getting fucked by an older man with a beer gut while another man demanded the young man to suck his dick. I came closer but one of the older man noticed me and started to run. I quickly started to run towards them, shouting at them to stand still. The second man pushed the young man towards me and started to run away too.

I catched the young man and could only watch as the two old men ran through a backdoor and closed it. I handcuffed the young man and then walked up to the backdoor, trying to pry it open but to no avail. The thick metal door didnt move a bit. I got back to the young man and looked at him thoroughly. His body from neck to toes was covered in latex, even his hands. The only places free of latex was his crotch area and a hole around his butt. His dick was locked away in a chastity cage. He seemed intimidated by me as he didnt even reach my shoulders.

"Are you even old enough to sell yourself in this 'business'?", I asked him starting to walk him towards the cruiser.

"Is this regarding my size? Yeah I know I look young with my 5' but I can assure you that I'm 26 years old.", he answered cowardly.

"Do you have any ID to back up that claim?"

"No. I lost everything around 4 months ago."

I pushed him into the backseat.

I got into the car on the drivers seat.

"Whats your name?", I asked opening the criminal justice information system.

"Jordan Blight.", he said. I could hear him starting to sob.

I entered his name into the computer and found multiple things about him. It started with him disappearing, followed by multiple offensive crimes.

I exhaled deeply. By the looks of it this guy would now go to prison even though I knew that from the way he looked he wouldnt survive a week there.

Jordan must've had a similar thought as he started crying.

"Please... I'll do anything. I just cant go to prison. Please!", he cried.

"Sorry man, but I cant help you.", I answered looking at him through the rearview mirror.

"Please...", he continued crying. "I'll do anything... do you need sexual relief? I'm supposedly good at it. Do you need someone to talk to? I'm a good listener."

I stayed silent. I felt somewhat pitty for him and his situation.

"Do you need someone to get drugs? I know some who have them.", he continued.

I looked at him concerned.

"Or do you want me as an insider? Or should I be your slave?"

I subconsciously moved an eyebrow and unfortunatly Jordan noticed it.

"What was it? The insider or the slave?", he asked with a grin.

I cleared my throat.

"How did you get in your situation? I mean I wouldnt choose to walk around in a latex suit covering everything but my head, dick and ass.", I asked.

"Changing the subject, I see.", he snickered. "I was drugged by some I considered friends. They stripped me, put me in this latex suit and cock cage. They also made sure that I dont get out by welding the zipper fully into the suit. They then brought me here, into a city I dont know to make me a sex slave. And they succeeded. I got addicted to sex and drugs over the last few months. It feels like I know more about the taste of dicks and cum than real food. It feels like I dont even remember how it feels to wear something else than latex."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I - I dont even know what to say.", I said.

"Say if it was the slave or the insider.", he laughed.

"Neither. Just a weird thought I sometimes have."

"Tell me about it."

I felt torn. He had the right appearance for my weird wish but he was just a stranger, even more a stranger I've just arrested. But I still had this feeling that I could tell him.

"Since I was in pre-school I was the tallest guy and even without working out I was pretty muscular.", I said. "And I dont know why as my family isnt tall at all. Since then I started to get this wish, to feel small. Even get somewhat humiliated."

It was a weird silence.

"I didnt see that coming.", Jordan said. "You, this hunk of a good looking man, wants to be humiliated. You want to be in my position?"

"Yeah, I do.", I said. "I just want to know how it feels."

"Well, I'd do anything to not go to prison but I dont know how much I could humiliate you."

He chuckled.

"I mean I'm 5' and you're like 6'3.", he added.

"6'5 to be precise.", I said. "I could have something that would change this situation. Only if you're down for it."

"I'd be doing it if it means that I wont go to prison, so yeah. Tell me, what is it you have."

I moved around in my seat, fearing his reaction to what I would tell him.

"I have a body swap item with me.", I told him.

He bursted out into laughs. It was almost contagious. Almost.

He slowly caught himself again.

"You cant be serious!", he looked at me. "Oh shit, you're serious."

"I dont know if it works but it could be your way out of prison if you do it with me for a short time. Its said to be reversible so we'd swap back after that session of ours.", I said.

He thought about it for a moment.

"Sure, why not. I always wondered how it felt to have a body as incredible as yours."

"Then its a deal.", I started the engine and drove us to an even more remote area of the city.

When we arrived I turned off the cruiser and got out. I opened the trunk of the cruiser and took a strange needle out of it. I closed it and opened Jordan's door. I pulled him out and pushed him into an abandoned alleyway.

I unlocked his handcuffs and he rubbed his wrists.

"So how does this work?", Jordan asked.

"We have to prick a finger each with this.", I held the needle in front of him. "Then the pricked tips have to touch and then we swap or transform into each other. That wasnt fully clear."

"Then lets do it.", he answered.

I took one of his fingers and pricked the tip. He let out a slight gasp. Then I pricked my finger and held it up. He pressed his finger against mine and I immediately felt a weird sensation, as if a force was pulling my whole body from my finger.

Jordan musst have felt it himself as he pulled his hand away. I looked at him and noticed that he started to grow, not just in height but also in terms of muscles. His latex suit got pulled thinner and thinner before it finally ripped in multiple places. The scraps of latex fell to the ground, revealing Jordans new muscular body that was still growing. I could immediately see that his muscles looked like mine. Jordan marveled at his new body, already smelling his armpits or feeling his abs. I looked down at his dick to see if it was growing too and it did. It was already straining against the cage before the cage sprung open and fell to the ground. Jordan's dick was the spitting image of mine and it was rock hard.

Jordan was almost the same height as me now and only his face looked different. A beard stubble was starting to grow on his cheeks as his bone structure started to morph into mine. His hair grew shorter and his eye color changed. It took only a few seconds and it was as if I was looking into a mirror. A naked mirror.

"This is incredible!", Jordan said feeling his biceps. "We could be twins right now! But shouldnt you look like me?"

"Yeah, I thought I would transform too but until now I only have this strange feeling.", right then the feeling changed and I started to shrink. While shrinking my uniform felt heavier and the gun holster looser every second and suddenly my pants, including my boxers, fell to the ground. My jacket and vest were huge on me, my hands didnt even stick out of the sleeve anymore and my dick was hidden behind the vest but I could feel how hard it was. It was almost painful.

I looked at Jordan and he had a huge grin on his face.

"Your manly face on my body wearing a uniform thats to big for you is just a funny sight to behold.", he said not letting go of his new muscles.

I started to feel my face change. The receding beard as well as the quickly growing hair tickled. With a faint plop I could hear my bones change and then the feeling vanished.

"Looks like I'm the officer now.", Jordan said.

He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up. I could feel my socks and boots slip off my feet before I felt the cold ground beneath my butt. Jordan had dropped me.

"Man this strength is crazy!", he exclaimed.

I coughed a few times, trying to get my throat to feel normal again.

Jordan grabbed my arms and quickly pulled the rest of the uniform off of my body. I was now sitting on the cold floor completely naked.

Jordan dropped the vest, jacket and undershirt. I could hear him breathing heavily.

"I havent worn real clothes for months.", I could hear him say to himself.

He picked up my boxers from my pants and looked at them in his hands. He quickly smelled them and let out a quiet moan before carefully slipping his legs through them. He pulled them up to his hips and took his time to position his new big dick in a comfortable place.

It looked like Jordan quickly forgot about me because of the uniform.

He continued by pulling my socks out of my boots before pulling them over his feet and muscular calves. He wiggled his toes and giggled.

He grabbed the undershirt and pulled it over his broad chest. I marveled at how great it fit him. I now saw that I truly knew how to show off my body.

He removed the gun holster from the belt before stepping into the pants. He closed the belt and added the holster back.

He grabbed the jacket and quickly put it on before adding the vest onto his torso.

The last thing left were the boots. He seemed to almost celebrate this. He grabbed them and slowly unlaced them. He relished stepping into them, I could see it. He tied them again and took a few steps.

"This feels so good. Wearing real clothes, a uniform even. And then wearing shoes again. No more barefoot in latex.", he said.

Standing before me really was the spitting image of me, officer Stephen Benson. An officer with a bright future, thinking about how he could do anything as me now made my dick even harder.

"What are you going to do with me, officer?", I asked trying to get his attention.

He helped me up before pushing me face first against the wall.

"You can be more than lucky I got my uniform back. Impersonating an officer is a serious crime!", he said.

I felt him rubbing his crotch against my back.

"That was all just a big misunderstanding sir!", I answered.

I suddenly felt how he put the handcuffs around my wrists on my back.

"Misunderstanding or not, you're going to jail.", he said.

I got nervous, was he just roleplaying or taking over my life. I wanted to be submissive but I didnt want to go to jail. The thought of him taking over made me even harder. My dick was pressing so hard against the dirty brick wall.

"You're lucky as I'm in need of sexual relief.", he turned me around to face him. "And you may not go to jail if you go down and do a thing for me."

Jordan had a devilish grin on my old face. I went down and he immediately pushed my face into my old crotch. I could smell the fabric as well as the stench of my old sweat. But most of all I could feel the outline of the beast inside the pants that was once mine.

He continued pressing my face into his crotch.

"Worship me. Worship my muscles and uniform!", he said.

I couldnt answer because my face was pushed so hard against his crotch but I managed to move my hands behind my back to get his attention there.

He bent himself over me to unlock one side of the handcuffs again.

I immediately moved my hands to his firm butt and squeezed it. My hands slowly ran down his legs, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric every time he flexed his legs. I knew that it should be wrong, worshipping your real body but it just felt so good.

My hands went down further, now slightly massaging his calves before I ran my hands over my combat boots he now wore. Touching the leather felt surprisingly good so I kept working on his feet. That combined with inhaling the musk of my old crotch and uniform felt intoxicating.

"Take it out and suck it!", I heard Jordan order with my old deep voice.

It sent chills down my spine knowing that I sounded like that before but now I wasnt in control of it or any other part of that body.

I opened the belt and pants and pulled out his dick. It was more than massive from my point of view and it was already throbbing and leaking pre-cum.

I opened my mouth and Jordan saw that as his opportunity to push the full 8 inches down my throat. I thought that I would have to throw up but this body had like no gag reflex anymore. I continued sucking on my old dick while Jordan controlled my speed by having his hands behind my head.

It felt weird and at first I didnt knew what to do but it only took a few seconds before the muscle memory kicked in and I started sucking like a pro. I could feel the veins pulsate in sync with Jordan's heartbeat. I used my tongue to play with it and I heard Jordan moan every now and then.

He suddenly grabbed my head more tightly before I felt his dick erupting in my mouth. I immediately started to swallow and tasted cum for the first time. The salty but still somewhat sweet taste was weird at first but it felt more normal with every string Jordan shot into my mouth.

"Dont spill.", he said panting.

I swallowed everything before he pulled me to my feet again. He turned me around again and I could immediately feel him running his dick along my ass. He pushed it in without warning but it didnt hurt at all.

"Damn, my hole was loose.", Jordan said. "I have more to give to you."

He pounded me hard but it still turned me on more. Knowing that the roles would be reversed in reality. I should be the muscular officer and Jordan should be this twink but right now I was living my phantasy.

His thrusts changed pace and I could feel how he prepared to unleash another load into me. He pushed me tight against the wall, his hands on my hips as I felt him shooting his warm and slimy masculine seed up my ass.

He pulled out and I felt him wiping off his dick on my butt cheeks.

I was covered in sweat but it felt great to have been used like this and I bet Jordan loved being a muscular officer too.

I was awaiting that he would unlock the handcuffs again so that we could swap back but he suddenly grabbed me with full force by my neck and threw me to the ground.

"You let something drip out of your ass!", he said firmly pointing at his feet. "Go on and clean my awesome combat boots."

I got on my knees and licked the cum off of my old boot. It tasted just like before, only that it had now dirt mixed into it. I was almost done licking as I felt a few finger intrude my butt. Jordan pulled them out again and tasted it.

"Damn man, this body tastes good.", he said.

Suddenly we both looked intensely at each other knowing exactly what caused it. It felt like a damn broke in our minds. My mind got flooded with the memories of Jordan and he probably got access to my memories.

"This- this changes everything!", he said.

He pulled me up.

I cleared my throat to sound manlier.

"Are you ready to change back? There are spare clothes in the trunk of the cruiser you can wear after that.", I said.

"No man.", he said.

"What do you mean, no?"

He pushed me against the wall again.

"You wanted to be me. You wanted to be humiliated and I agreed to escape prison.", he flashed me a quick smile. "But I'm the man now. I have the muscles. I wear the uniform. We'll do this my way now."

"But- but you cant just be a cop and do my job. I cant stay like this."

"You enjoyed being like this."

He gestured to my small, hard and slightly leaking dick.

"And I more than enjoyed being you.", he continued. "You have two options now, 'Jordan'. Keep complaining about swapping back and I'll send you to prison. Or get into the car and be me."

I stared at him in shock.

"It's Thursday, right?", he asked.

"Yes."

"Then lets make a deal. We stay like this till Sunday. If you then still want to swap back we'll do it. If you want us to stay like this we'll stay."

"Deal!"

He grabbed my balls tightly and I let out a loud, uncontrolled moan. He laughed.

"Good. I still have to be on my patrol for 2 more hours. So I'll leave you here. You wanted to be humiliated so you have to make a choice. Stay here until I come back to get you or look around searching for clothes. But if you do, time is running. I wont wait here for you when I'm finshed.", he said.

He laughed again and walked to the cruiser. He stepped into the driver seat, started the engine and left.

Only then I noticed that Jordan managed to place his old chastity cage on my dick.

I didnt fully understand how it got this far but I felt good. The humiliation was everything I always wanted but I still felt the urge to get my body back. I was excited to see what the last few days would bring.

Making a new boyfriend

Adam was home alone, eating his cereal while watching his favorite tv series, as someone rang the doorbell. He turned off the tv and walked over to the front door. He opened the door and was surprised to see Jason, a colleague of his father.

"Oh, hey Adam.", Jason said. "Your dad asked me to get some stuff from your home. Can I come in?"

Adam looked at Jasons handsome face and almost forgot to listen to Jason.

"Ehh, yeah... sure. What do you need? Maybe I know where it is.", Adam answered.

He let James come in and closed the door.

"Can I do something else for you? A glass of water?", Adam asked.

"No, thanks. I'm just here to get those files for your father."

Jason took off his motorcycle gloves and tucked them into his helmet. Only now Adam noticed that Jason was wearing a one-piece-racing-suit. Adam thought that it complimented Jasons body.

"So, what files do you need?", Adam asked again.

"Something for his new project. He didnt get more specific but he said that you would know which one it is.", James answered leaning against the wall.

"Oh, yeah. I know what it is. You can take a seat, I'll bring it to you."

With that, Adam was leaving to go upstairs and James sat down on the balcony.

James put his helmet on the floor and looked over the handrail. The city beneath them was busy.

"I got them!", Jason heard Adam shouting from above.

Adam ran down the staircase fast and went back to Jason. He looked at James and admired his good looks again especially in that one-piece.

"Here.", Adam handed James the files. "So, your a biker? How is it?"

"Oh, yeah, I am. It feels great! Liberating.", James answered. "It is an indescribable feeling. Do you want to try it out?"

"Well, yeah... kinda. But I dont know how to drive a motorcycle."

"Thats no problem. It is really easy. I can teach you in like 5 minutes and you'll know how to drive."

"I'd love to do it, but I dont know how my dad will react when he learns about this."

"Dont worry about him, I'd tell him that you didnt drive by yourself."

"If thats the case, let us begin."

"Wait, I wont let you drive without any protective clothes.", Jason said showing off his one-piece-racing-suit.

"Do you want us to change clothes?", Adam asked slightly aroused. "I mean, we can if you want."

"Well, we could.", Jason said, taking a step towards Adam. "But I could also get you another one. I have one with me on my bike. I'll get it real quick."

Adam waited in the appartement while Jason went to get his second suit.

Adam heard the door close again and was excited.

"I'm sorry, this suit is pretty dirty.", Jason walked around the corner, holding another suit, complete with boots, gloves and helmet. Adam looked at it.

"Well, Jason. It doesnt look that dirty.", Adam said. "But I dont know if I should really do this."

"Come on. Put it on.", Jason pressed the suit into Adams hand.

"Oh, man. That kinda smells... bad?", Adam said.

"Well, I was driving with this suit the last couple of months. With the boots also. Now put it on."

Jason looked happy seeing how Adam started to strip. He took off everything but his underwear. He stepped into the one-piece and put it on.

"Wow! It feels great. I thought it would be more... stiff. And it doesnt smell so bad anymore.", Adam said closing the zipper.

"Yeah, I already broke it in. Thats why it isnt stiff again. You wanna put the boots on now?", Jason said.

"Of course!", Adam leaned forward to grab them but Jason stopped him.

"I'll do this.", he said.

Jason got on his knees, grabbed the first boot and opened it.

"Just slip in."

Adam slid his feet into the boots and Jason closed them.

"Do they fit?", Jason asked, getting back on his feet. He noticed how Adams bulge was growing beneath the tight leather.

"Yeah, the fit as if they were mine.", Adam answered, wiggling his toes inside the boots.

"Good! Now take a walk."

Adam started to walk around through the appartement. He seemed happy.

"Why does this feel so good? I wish I could never take it off!", Adam said.

"You dont have to."

Adam started to stumble.

"Oh god. Whats happening?", he said and closed his eyes. He started to breath heavily and Jason got closer. Jason noticed how Adams breathing slowed down again after about 2 minutes. Adam opened his eyes again.

"Hey babe.", he said.

"It worked.", Jason mumbled.

"What was that?"

"I just said that I'm happy you're here with me.", Jason said to Adam and grabbed his dick. "Lets get out of here."

Adam and Jason left the appartement. They entered the elevator and and drove down to the ground floor. Inside the elevator, James started to hum and tap happily with his feet. The new Adam turned towards him and pulled Jason closer.

"Come here babe. Lets drive around. Only the two of us, forever.", Adam said.

"That sounds great.", Jason said.

The elevator came to a hold. Jason and Adam left and got onto Jason bike.

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Commissioned by @ynew-206

Becoming the stud

Chris drove onto the driveway and turned off the engine of his motorcycle as Steve already opened the front door.

"Really man?", Steve said. "First boys night in 3 years and you are driving? I wanted to drink with you..."

"I had to drive as I didnt want to walk all the way to you as my flatmate isnt home. Driving 4 hours to you with a motorcycle is already long, I dont even want to know how long walking would've took.", Chris answered, already taking off his helmet and gloves. After a short pause. "We can drink, but then I have to sleep somewhere in your house."

"Thats no problem. You can sleep on my couch.", Steve wanted to get back inside as he noticed something. "Oh, hey! Look at that. You got a new bike. Thats awesome!"

"Yeah, bought it two days ago. I love it.", Chris slapped the seat after hanging his gloves and helmet onto the handlebar. "You wanna drive it around for a little bit?"

Chris looked at Steve and saw that he was thinking about it.

"I'd love to, but...- "

"But what? I know you have the license to drive a bike.", Chris said.

"Yeah, I have it. But I wont drive without protective clothes. And I have none.", Steve said, looking down.

Chris took off his motorcycle leather jacket and threw it to Steve. Steve catched the jacket by surprise, he looked at Chris. Without his biker jacket, Steve was able to see Chris' muscles beneath a tight shirt. Chris had worked out more, Steve noticed.

"You can take mine for the short time.", Chris said, walking towards Steve. "Maybe a bit too big for you, but it should work."

Steve put on Chris' jacket and was surprised how damp and warm it was on the inside. He was definitely hot inside his clothes while driving, Steve thought, kinda turns me on.

"But the jacket isnt enough, if something happens. Isnt it?", Steve asked, hoping to get more from Chris.

"You need the helmet and gloves too.", Chris points towards the handlebar.

"And something for beneath the waist?"

Chris leaned down and opened his boots. He pulled them off and placed them in front of Steve.

Chris put his arms on his hips.

"Do you want to put on my pants too?"

"No, no. Thats it, thanks.", Steve said, trying not to stare at Chris' huge bulge that appeared in his leather pants after getting back up.

Chris walked next to Steve and sat down onto the step in front of the door. His white wool socks left wet footprints on the driveway.

Nice, wet and sweaty boots, Steve thought.

Steve kicked off his sneakers and took Chris' boots closer. A whiff of leather and sweat reached Steves nose, turning him on. He slipped his foot into the first boot and got goose bumps. He never felt this way towards Chris before. Or was it his biker attire? Steve wasnt sure. He slipped his other foot into the second boot and failed to close them.

"Let me help you.", Chris said, kneeling in front of Steve to close his motorcycle boots.

Steve stood up after Chris finished. The boots are incredibly comfy, Steve thought.

He got onto the motorcycle, put on gloves and helmet and drove for 20 minutes. Chris sat back down on the step again. He felt that Steve was kind of weird while putting his boots on. But Chris found weirder, that he kind of liked seeing someone walking around in his clothes. He layed down onto the step and waited for Steve to return.

Steve returned with a big smile on his face.

"This was incredible. I should get a bike too!", he said.

"It gives a sense of freedom, doesnt it?", Chris answered.

"Yeah, it really does."

He got off the bike and handed Chris the jacket back. Steve opened the front door again and Chris put the jacket back on.

"Lets go inside."

"I'm right behind you."

Chris entered the house and closed the door. He followed Steve through the house into the living room and sat down on the chair in front of Steve.

"You drink scotch,  right?", Steve asked.

Chris nodded and Steve poured him a drink and pushed it over to Chris.

"Cheers!"

Both started to drink.

After some hours, many drinks, games and smalltalk, Steve streched out his legs and placed them between Chris'. As Chris looked down, he saw that Steve was still wearing his motorcycle boots.

"I know they're comfy, but you're still wearing my boots.", Chris said.

"Oh, yeah. I really didnt notice them.", Steve answered, slightly sad that he has to take them off now.

Chris took Steve's legs and laid them onto his lap. He slowly opened the boots and removed them one by one from Steve's feet. The smell of Steve's sweaty feet coming out of his boots was stinging in Chris' nose, kind of turning him on as his dick got hard. Steve noticed it and wiggled with his toes.

"You like this?", he asked.

He gently pushed his smelly feet against Chris' crotch. He loved the feeling of the leather against his feet.

Chris tried to suppress a slight moan but failed.

"Steve, no. This is - ungh - this is wrong. Mmhhh - fuck... I'm so horny since I saw you in my clothes. Especially in my boots.", Chris said.

"Then why dont we go a step further and you'll let me wear everything.", Steve said, still massaging Chris' crotch with his feet.

Chris is torn.

"No, that wouldnt be right. I have a girlfriend."

"Hmm, okay.", Steve said removing his feet from Chris' crotch.

Chris put his boots back on and took a sip from his drink.

"I think I'll go to bed now. You can sleep here on the couch.", Steve said, getting up from the table. "I'll get you a blanket."

"Are you angry now, just because I didnt consent?"

"No, no. I'm just a bit tired."

Chris walked over to the couch and made himself comfortable. Steve handed him a blanket.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Chris listened to Steve walking up the stairs and closing the bedroom door. After that he pushed the blanket to the side and took off his jacket and shirt.

It's so hot, I dont know how I can fall asleep, Chris thought. Shortly after he fell asleep deeply.

Steve waited some hours and carefully walked down the stairs again. He tried to make as little noise as possible. He took out a rag drenched in chloroform and got closer to the sleeping Chris. He carefully placed his legs on each side of the couch and laid the rag onto Chris' face. At first he didnt react but after some seconds Chris started to wake up from the smell. Steve, completely naked, let himself fall onto Chris' chiseled stomach and now pressed his hands with the rag onto Chris' nose and mouth. Chris felt Steves dick against his abs and tried to fight him but was already weakened. They struggled some minutes until Chris went unconscious.

Steve left the rag on Chris' face but got off of his body. He went to the end of the couch and started to remove Chris boots. He loved to see Chris' white socks beneath. He removed them with his teeth and enjoyed every second of it. After that he opened Chris' pants and stripped them off of him. He threw them onto the rest of Chris clothes and admired both, the pile and Chris' muscular unconscious body.

He tied up Chris and waited till morning for him to be conscious again. It was already dawn as he woke up.

Chris noticed how he wasnt able to move and opened his eyes. In front of him was Steve putting on his biker attire.

"Good, you're awake. You like what you see? Do I turn you on?", Steve said.

"Steve, what the fuck? Untie me right now! I wont play this kinky shit.", Chris shouted angrily.

"Well, your member sees this differently."

Chris looked down at his erect dick and calmed down. Innerly he knew that this was turning him on, he just didnt want to admit it.

Steve was now wearing all of Chris' clothes but his underpants. He took out his phone and snapped a selfie.

"Damn, I look good in this.", Steve said, grabbing his erect dick beneath the tight leather pants. "You know, I could use a slight relief. But first, you'll gonna admire your boots on my feet."

Steve put his feet directly next to Chris' face.

"Lick it buddy."

Without any hesitation, Chris started to work on his boots. It turned Chris on, not to be the hunky alpha male he normally is. It was even more arousing for him that Steve was wearing his biker attire. He cleaned the soles completely and took the whole tip into his mouth to play around it with his tongue.

The look of his hunky best friend licking his own biker clothes while Steve is wearing it made his dick even harder, causing him to shoot a load into Chris' suit.

He opened the zipper of his pants and pulled out his hard dick. He put his foot back down, grabbed Chris by his ankles and pulled him closer. He placed Chris tied feet on his shoulders and tried to enter Chris' hole with his hard dick.

"Wait, no! I dont want to be fuuuu-. My god, that feels crazy!", Chris exclaimed as Steve pushed his throbbing dick inside him. It was a difficult fit, even though Steve's dick wasnt the biggest. What a firm ass, Steve thought.

"Looks like your body doesnt want to give up your virginity easily.", Steve said.

Chris could only let out a groan. Steve crammed his flesh deeper inside Chris and started grinding. The pace of Steves thrusts was picking up. Chris started to move uncomfortably, moaning and whining.

"Pleeeaase, stop! It hurts!", Chris exhaled, trying to untie himself.

"Oh shit! I'll gonna cum.", Steve said, awkwardly caressing Chris' pecks and abs down to his thick cock.

"Then please pull it out. Fuck! Dont cum in me, please!", Chris whimpered.

Steve further stroked Chris' dick, causing it to get hard.

"No! I'll shoot my load right into your tight, virgin ass. Now you'll feel what it is like to be a bottom like me!", Steve said feeling that he's coming.

Chris screamed in agony as his ass filled with Steve's semen. He whimpered.

"Now, you'll shoot your load!", Steve said in a low, lustful tone.

Steve pulled out his dick, still stroking Chris'. He leaned down and took Chris' fat dick into his mouth. He almost gagged because of it's size. Chris started to moan between his whimpering. He still tried to release himself from the ties and from Steve's grip.

Steve sucked in a rhythmic manner and looked like he's enjoying it.

"I hope you are enjoying this as much as I do.", Steve mumbled, still having Chris' dick in his mouth.

Steve sucked further while running his hands over Chris' abs. Chris on the other hand started to notice that something changed in his body. He saw that it looked like something was getting sucked from his body through his dick.

"Steve. Please, stop! I feel weird! Just look.", Chris shouted. "Please!"

Steve didnt care to look, he was completely focused on getting Chris to cum. He wanted to swallow this thick seed of his hunky friend. Steve felt that he needed it to find to himself. He played with Chris' dick in his mouth with his tongue and felt how pre-cum started to drip from Chris' dick. One hard suck and Chris had a huge orgasm. Steve made sure to swallow every bit of it.

Chris saw in horror how his muscles started to disappear, his chest and belly were starting to grow hair. Grey hair! He felt how he started to grow a beard quickly and that he lost some of his hair. And as if losing his muscles wasnt enough he saw how his legs and belly started to grow. His skin became wrinkled and Chris felt that he got weaker every time Steve swallowed his cum.

At the same time, Chris saw how Steve started to fill out his biker attire more. Not in a fat way. In a muscular way.

He is stealing my muscles, my body, my features!, Chris thought.

Steve sucked Chris' dick dry and spat it out. It was nothing compared to what it was before, it has shrunken so much.

Steve licked his lips and looked up for the first time again. Steve and Chris looked each other terrified in the eye.

"Shit! What happened to you?!", Steve shouted.

"You happened! I told you that something was off when you started sucking. You fucker, stole my muscles even your face has now similarities to my old one!", Chris shouted in anger. He noticed that his voice cracked like an old man.

"Fuck, I didnt know this would happen. Sorry!", Steve exclaimed. He looked down at his body and was amazed. "Damn, this feels awesome! I feel so strong."

"Thats my body! Give it back!"

"I will find a way to reverse this Chris. I swear! But first I have to test this body out!"

Steve walked towards the door.

"You cant just leave me here!", Chris shouted.

"I'm coming back 'grandpa'. This is something I've dreamed off. I'll get every hunk into my bed with this body!", Steve said. "And after I've finished,  I'll find a way to give your muscles back."

"No! You can not do this to me!", Chris started to whimper. Tears ran down his cheeks. "Those are my muscles. My features. Stay and give them back. Please!"

Steve opened the door and left without saying another word. He could hear Chris scream and cry from the inside.

Steve sat down on Chris' motorcycle and admired his body again.

"This is amazing. I dont know if want to go back.", he said to himself. "These clothes also fit perfectly. I should take some more from Chris' home as my old ones wont fit until we know how this happened."

He put on the helmet and gloves and drove away.

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Commissioned by @weisnichts

Favorite cousin

Ray opened the front door to go to his motorcycle. He was a proud biker, especially if he gets some guys into bed with his muscular physique beneath the tight racing suit when he's driving around.

He sat his first feet outside the door frame as his mother called him from the living room.

"Ray, come here please. You shouldnt leave, we have visitors.", she said.

Ray closed the door and walied towards the living room. His steps on the parquet could be heard loudly. As he entered, he saw his mother with his aunt and his 10 year younger cousin on the couch.

His cousins eyes lightened up as he saw Ray standing in the doorframe.

Ray shrugged his arms, gesturing his mother what she wants.

"Why dont you go upstairs with your cousin, Ben. You could watch a movie or so. Us sisters want some time tontalk alone.", his mother said.

"Sorry, thats not possible, I promised Dan to meet him in 15 minutes. We want to drive together.", Ray said.

"Ray, even though your 26 and I shouldnt be able to tell you what to do, you'll do something with your cousin.", she answered. "Also, you were driving your motorcycle with Dan the last 4 days and even nights. Dont you think its time to spend time with your family again?!"

"No, its alright. Ray doesnt have to do something with my son. If he wants to meet a friend, he can go.", Rays aunt said trying to calm down her sister. "We are just guests."

"Ray is a guest too as long as he stays for the holiday.", his mother said. "Now go and take your cousin with you."

Ray rolled his eyes and waved his cousin to follow him. "I'll write Dan..."

He didnt want to do something with his cousin. Even though he was the older one, Ray was kinda scared of his cousin. The last time Ray met with his cousin on a family gathering, he saw Ben sniffing Rays soccer cleats in his closet. He didnt tell anyone else as he found it arousing and weird, that a family member hat sime Kind of crush in him, at the same time.

Now he was walking up the stairs towards the room he was staying at, at his parents house. Ben was walking behind him and Ray could feel how Ben was lusting over the sight in front of him.

As they arrived at the room, Ray sat down on the bed. Ben puts down a bag next to the bed and sits down right next to Ray. Like really close. Too close for Ray.

He stood up and turned on the tv. He took the remote and sat down further away from Ben again. Ben got closer again.

"What do you want to watch?", Ray asked.

"I dont know. What do we want to watch?", Ben asked.

"I dont care.", Ray handed Ben the remote. "Stream what you want."

Ray leaned back and closed his eyes. He hoped that the time would pass faster this way. He heard that Ben started on a movie and turned the volume up.

"Dont you want to take some parts of your suit off?", Ben asked. "I mean, its really hit in here."

"Nope, I'm fine.", Ray answered.

He remembered that he saw Ben dropping a bag next to the bed. A bag he didnt see as Ben was sitting downstairs on the couch. Ray opened his eyes again and leaned over the bed to see what was in the bag. As he opened it, he was suprised. In the bag were latex sheets and shirts, clothes, a mask and handcuffs.

He wanted to say something to Ben but in that moment Ben jumped at him, keeping Rays arms in check by wrapping his legs around Rays upper body and pressing a rag against Rays nose and mouth.

Ray wanted to breath but he noticed a sweet smell. Ben probably had the rag drenched in chloroform or ether, Ray thought as he already started to feel weaker.

Ray kept struggling against Ben butbhe had no chance as he was jumped by surprise.

As Ray finally fell unconscious against Ben onto the bed, Ben let out a deep breath.

"I thought this would've been more difficult.", Ben said to himself, pushing Rays unconscious body to the side.

He stood up and locked the door. He turned back towards Ray and stripped himself. He took off his oversized sweater and jeans and pulled off his Chucks with holes. He was standing there only in his black socks.

He slapped Ray onto his butt to make it jiggle.

"Now its your turn to undress.", he said towards the unconscious Ray.

As he opened and pulled off one of Rays racing boots, he was greeted by a very strong smell. Most people would say it smelled unpleasent but for Ben it was turning him on.

"Your mother was right, you rode your bike and wore these clothes the whole last days.", Ben said.

He pulled off the other boot and put them on. To his surprise, they've fit him.

"You got some small feet for your size.", Ben said, running his fingers over Rays thick white socks before pulling them off.

He continued by opening the zipper of the suit and slowly pulling it off. It was a difficult task as Rays body was really sweaty. As Ben reached Rays cock, he was suprised that Ray didnt wear any underwear or compression shirt. Better for my fantasies, Ben thought, pulling the suit over Rays legs and feet.

Rays unconscious body was now completely naked. Ben turned Ray around and positioned himself above Ray.

Ben slid his hard dick inside Rays tight ass.

"I thought you were gay, Ray.", Ben said. "Your ass doesnt feel like it."

Ben searched for his perfect rythm and as he found it, he started to smile. He didnt believe he was rough-fucking that tight ass of his gorgeous hunk of a cousin. Ben shoved his hands beneath his cousins body, feeling his pecks. He was in an ecstatic pleasure as he fell unconscious onto Ray.

As Ben woke up again, he felt someones hands on his chest and something in his ass. He pushed the still unconscious body off of him and stood up. He felt how cum was dripping out of his hole. He looked into the mirror to confirm his feelings. The body swap with his cousin worked.

Ben felt how horny his new body was so he quickly grabbed one of Rays used socks and sat down onto an armchair. He wrapped his sock around his new hairy member and srarted to finger his new hole, still filled with his old bodies cum. After pleasuring himself for 20 minutes, Ben started to put on Rays racing suit.

As he finished, he looked into his bag.

"As much as I want to use them, I dont have time for that.", Ben said throwing the bag out of the window.

He walked over to his old body and dressed it. After that he shook it slightly. His old body started to wake up again. It rubbed his eyes and looked confused at Ben.

"What the.... how is this possible.", Ray said, looking at his new body. "Ben! What did you do? I want my body back."

"I dont know what you mean Ben.", Ben said with Rays deep voice. He quickly left the room and went downstairs. Ray followed him, shouting that they have to switch back.

Rays mom and aunt came out of the living room to see what the noise was all about. Ray walied over to his mum.

"Ben swapped our bodies. Its me, Ray", he said.

The real Ben in Rays body chuckled.

"Ben, not again. You and your fantasies. No one can swap bodies. Do we have to go to the doctor again?", Rays aunt said and stepped forward. She turned towards her sister and said: "I'm sorry. Ben has his weird moments. We'll leave now."

"No, you have to trust me! Ben knocked me out with chloroform and after that we swapped bodies. You have to believe me!", Ray shouted.

His aunt grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door.

She apologized to Ben in Rays body for the inconvenience and left with Ray in Bens young body.

Ben grabbed the helmet and got to Rays motorcycle. He still couldnt believe it. He was now his older, muscular cousin. He deeply inhaled the smell of sweat and leather again, before he grabbed his new crotch. This new life would be a wild ride for Ben.

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A commission for @chrislikesboots

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