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Epilogue

"When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up." These words from John Scalzi ring in my head as I sit on the front pew, holding my grandfather's urn. Ever since my parents died when I was 6, my grandfather had taken care of me. He taught me everything I know and made sure that I have the best things in life. He made me feel that even if my parents were gone, he will stay by my side so that I'll never feel alone. Until a week ago, when his body finally succumbed to cancer. I want to cry my eyes out as his friends start saying their eulogy but it seems that my eyes are already dried up. I simply remained perfectly still, at the front row of an almost empty room.

When I started studying at the university, I was so happy that grandpa bought me a house nearby so that I don't have to live in a dorm. I moved out of his house without any knowledge that he's suffering from stage 4 stomach cancer. He even helped me move my stuff and give me a music box as his housewarming gift. I have no idea that in just a span of 1 year, he'll be greeting me with an invitation to his funeral. I thought it was just a prank at first but when I arrived at his house for the summer, reality hit me like a deer in a headlight. I held his urn tighter to my chest as this heaviness starts gripping my lungs and stomach.

When the ceremony ended, I was left in the room, holding my grandfather's urn while I stared blankly ahead. I don't know what I am supposed to do now. I simply stand up and walk out of the room to go back to my house and spend the summer alone. Just as I left the building and went inside my car, I felt someone following me. I sit on the driver seat and gently place grandpa beside me before I secure him with the seat belt. The door suddenly opens as I look up and see this huge man, standing outside my car, looking at me strangely.

"Can I help you?" I defensively ask.

He just looks at me as if he is scanning every inch of my face for like a minute or two before saying something.

"You're Tom's grandson, yeah?" He asks as his deep voice booms inside my car.

"Yes, I am. How do you know that? I didn't see you at the funeral." I ask as I try to grab my grandfather's urn beside me.

"Look kid, I was asked by your grandpa to do one last favor when he died. I'm going to fulfill it." He said before pulling my grandpa off the passenger seat and proceeded to enter the car and sit beside me. He did this without breaking his gaze into my eyes.

"Look, sir, I just had one of the worst days of my life. All I want to do is to go back to my house and spend the summer as normally as possible. Kindly step off my car before I call the cops." I annoyingly state to him as I raise the phone in my hand. He looks down and lets out a sigh before replying to me.

"The day you moved out, your grandpa left you a music box, right? Take me to it so that I can give you his last message. That was his orders before he died and if I have to force you myself, then I'll be happy obliged." He replied with a hint of irritation in his tone. He then pulls out a gun from his back and hands it to me. "Now drive, I don't want to spend the next 2 hour drive, comforting and assuring your pathetic ass. I won't repeat myself."

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" I ask as I point the gun at his head and cock the hammer. He thinks I don't know how to use a gun? He just let out another annoyed sigh before his body stiffens and his face becomes frozen. He stays like that for a minute before he looks at me with an expressionless face and begins speaking in a somewhat familiar tone.

"Little clown, I hope that my message can reach you even if I'm gone. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you anything about my condition. I want you to live your life as normally as you can after everything that happened to you. Now, as for my last words, I ask Gregory here to deliver this to you since I know that it's only a matter of time before I die. I know that you might doubt Gregory so here's our secret phrase, "No monster will haunt you at night, for monsters roam around the day, pretending to smile at your side." I want you to take Gregory in front of the music box and let him do what I ask him to do. He will explain everything that you need to know. Remember, grandpa will always look out for his little clown." The man, who seems to be Gregory, said those words before he snaps out of his frozen state and looks at me with a confused face.

"What just happened?" He asks as he grips his chest and heaves heavily.

It's like he just woke up from a trance. I've seen video clips of people going in and out of trance a couple of times and it seems that my grandpa planted a trigger on this man. He always knew that I've always been interested in hypnosis. I never saw him or heard him practice it though. But the way this man spoke those words, and he also said our secret phrase, there's no doubt that grandpa was the one who implanted that message into this man. I decide to start the car and drive back to my place to find out what this is all about. Gregory just calms down and starts sleeping beside me.

After 2 hours of driving, we arrived at my house so I tapped Gregory's shoulder and he woke up immediately. His huge frame dominates my driveway as he stretches his body from being scrunched inside my Civic. He lets out a yawn before he walks up to me and waits for me to let him inside my house.

"Are you going inside or not?" He annoyingly asks which kinda pisses me off.

I open the door and we walk inside the house. He immediately searches around for what I assumed is the music box so I told that it's on a cabinet in my bedroom. I point to the direction of my bedroom as he immediately walks inside my room and comes back with the music box in his hand. Gregory places the music box over the kitchen island and starts winding it up. After he winds it, he pulls out the key and places it in my hands. I never knew that the key could be pulled from the box. As soon as the melody starts, Gregory's body stiffens once again and proceeds to speak in an unusual tone.

"Little clown, if Gregory starts saying this part, that means he was able to come to your house and play the music box that I gave you. Now, as you hold the key in your hand, kindly look underneath the box. There's a small opening there where you can stick the key and open the hidden compartment. Inside, there is a glass vial; what I need you to do is to break the vial, pour its content on Gregory's dick and it will do the rest. This might seem strange so I need you to trust me. It will protect and care for you for as long as you want it to. Take care, my little clown. Grandpa wishes you to have a good life." With that, Gregory walks over to a chair and sits down before stripping himself down to his underwear. His face is still blank and I can see a string of drool falling down to his chest.

He looks at me straight into my eyes as he stretches his underwear and pulls out his huge, thick dick. I think it was about as long and thick as a baton. It's not even hard! And his balls, just like a lemon. I swallow my own spit as I stand there, looking at Gregory's emotionless face and horse-sized penis. I remember what he told me earlier so I picked up the music box and opened the secret compartment with the key on my hand. Inside is a test tube with a blue gel-like liquid inside. I pull out the cork from the test tube and this musky aroma starts filling my nose. I quickly turn my nose away from it as it really smells like a t-shirt that has been marinating in sweat for a long time. Grandpa is asking me to pour this liquid into Gregory's dick so I slowly approach him. Gregory's eyes follow mine as I inch closer and closer to him while his hand is still holding the garter of his underwear open as the other hand holds his dick.

I slowly pour out the content of the test tube on top of Gregory's dick and watch as the liquid quickly envelopes his dick and balls. Gregory's mouth opens as his drool starts spilling to his chest. I notice the liquid forms a tendril that buries itself between Gregory's ass. His body suddenly jerks as his eyes roll inside his head and he starts moaning softly. The liquid is now pulsing over his dick and balls, causing Gregory's dick to show its true form. My mouth drops as I see his dick grows into an even more enormous size. That thing can be used as a blunt object for self-defence! Gregory's breathing has become more dragged as the liquid enveloping his manhood starts pulsing faster and faster. After a few more minutes, Gregory lets out a deep grunt as I see his dick spewing his seeds inside the liquid. I blush as I notice how much cum Gregory has been producing. It took him at least 2 minutes to finish up and the liquid now looks like a balloon filled with cum. After he emptied his sperm inside the liquid, Gregory just slumped into the chair and started snoring. The liquid, however, starts compressing itself while the cum inside is getting lesser. Once there's no trace of cum inside it, the liquid plops down on the floor as it takes the shape of a small ball. Two protrusions pop up on top of it as it somehow looks like an antenna and I also see it form some kind of feet below it.

I look at the liquid and wonder if it's alive. I reach my hand and poke it using my finger as I feel it shivers. Its antenna perks up and then bends then perks up again.

"Hi!" I hear a small voice say as I look around and see no one.

"Down here, Piero." I hear the voice again and look down at the ball.

"Is that you? Are you talking?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's not actually talking though. I'm speaking directly in your mind. As you can see I don't have a mouth." The ball replies.

"What are you?"

"Good question. I'll answer that since I don't feel any fear nor doubt from you. As you can see, I am a slime. Your family has been taking care of me for centuries and now I've been passed down to you. You see, I landed here on your planet sometime ago and I was discovered by one of your ancestors. We entered a pact in which I'll always be by his side but an accident happened and I was separated from him. By the time that I found him, he had already died. So, I promised in his grave that I will serve his descendants for as long as I live." The slime states.

My head is spinning from everything he just said. I thought it was a joke but I just talked with a sentient slime who is stored inside my music box and just drained the cum from the bull of a man in front of me. And it's telepathic. And it's alien.

"Look, Piero, take it easy. I know it's a lot but I promise that I will help you. Just as what I've done for your grandfather, I will make sure that you will have the life that you wanted." The slime says, interrupting my thoughts.

What he said actually makes sense now. I guess this slime is what he says that will protect and care for me for as long as I want to. That last part is a little weird though.

"It's actually pretty simple, actually. As long as you need my help, I'll be at your service. Once you think that my services are no longer needed, then I will hibernate until the one awakens me. If I was not activated for 50 years, then I will seek your next of kin. Simple, right?" The slime says, as to answer my thoughts again.

"Thank you, but can you stop reading my thoughts, it's kinda awkward for me." I shyly said.

"Don't worry. I don't judge and I don't compare. Your thoughts are my thoughts. I am just an extension of your will." The slime confidently replies.

"It's not because I'm afraid you'll judge me, it's just that it's my thoughts and sometimes, I like to think things through without getting interrupted."

"I can definitely do that but it will hinder me from serving you. As you can see, I don't have the means to communicate with you in any other way." The slime explains.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I wish I could talk to you normally though. Can't you like, form a mouth or something? So that you can talk normally?" I ask.

"I can form a mouth since my body is amorphous but I am incapable of producing sounds since I don't have the organ for it. If you want me to talk like how you talk then kindly provide me with a vessel that I can assimilate." The slime proposes.

"Wait, a vessel you can assimilate? You mean a container, right?"

"I am capable of assimilating everything that exists here on your planet. But for me to communicate with you without the use of telepathy, I'll be needing another human to be my vessel. I'll assimilate myself inside the body and use that body to communicate with you." The slime says.

I was shocked by what I just heard. This slime can assimilate humans. Just like Venom in comics. I felt my legs weaken as I fear that this creature in front of me might be just deceiving me in order to eat human brains. I then heard a child-like laughter in my head as I looked at the slime in front of me.

"Firstly, I don't consume anything with traces of carbon. I can, but my physiology will suffer immensely since my body requires protein-based diet. That's why I find it so easy that humans can produce large quantities of it when aroused. Second, as I mentioned earlier, I don't have any thoughts of my own. I'm simply incapable. I simply respond to my master's thoughts and emotions to tell me what to do. Lastly, my last directive is to protect and care for Anthony Piero Wright Jr. I will make sure that you will live a happy life." The slime says as his last words struck me.

"So you're saying that you just need to eat cum to sustain yourself?"

"Precisely. I need to do it once a day or else my body will be forced to hibernate. Since I already had my fill with this guy over here, I'm done for the day." The slime explains as my focus turns to Gregory.

"What about him? Will he be alright? After you just drained his balls?" I ask as I tap Gregory's face while he continues to snore like a pug.

"He'll be alright. After the conditioning and modifications that he went through with Tom, his body is now basically a glorified cum fountain." The slime says as its tendrils reach Gregory's limped dick and play with it.

"You mean Grandpa made him like this?" I shockingly asks.

"Why yes! Before I went into hibernation, Gregory was my vessel. Your grandpa reprogrammed his mind and body, with the help of yours truly, to be the perfect vessel for me and a perfect servant for him." The slime replies as its tendrils now spiral around Gregory's dick, slowly awakening it to the full mast while Gregory remains asleep soundly.

"A servant? I never remembered grandpa having this man around the house. How can he do this to this man? How about Gregory's family? Does grandpa not care that this man might have a family who misses him?" I feel myself tearing up as soon as I speak. I know what it feels like to miss someone whom you'll never see again.

"Well, this guy has no existing family. Gregory was arrested by your father since he was involved in a syndicate that your dad is trying to bring down. He was convicted but managed to break out of prison. The syndicate abandoned him and he tried to look for your parents to get revenge. When he arrived at your grandpa's house, Tom told him that your parents died in a plane crash. He immediately went angry and planned to kill you and your grandpa. I managed to assimilate him before he reached your room and the rest was history. You see Piero, your grandfather taught you that a guy like Gregory can protect you if ever there's another guy who seeks revenge for your dad. So, he made sure that Gregory is in great shape and under control before sealing me inside my vial for hibernation. Though I miss using him as my vessel, Tom said that you'll be moving out soon and that I should passed on to you." The slime explains.

I stare at Gregory as I watch him sleep. I guess that my grandpa didn't have a choice when he decided to keep Gregory. I stroke his face as he instinctively rubs his cheek against my hand. He lets out a groan and rests his face on my hand. I notice his dick is now at full size again because the slime keeps playing with it using its tendrils. I start to wonder if a human can take that kind of a dick. I mean, just by looking at it, it's so massive that it looks like Gregory has an arm on his groin. I don't think any human can endure its size, entering their body.

"You can always use his asshole. Tom used to do it all the time when you were asleep." The slime interjects.

"What did I tell you about reading my thoughts? And what are you talking about? Grandpa's not gay. He's an old fashion guy with slight tendencies for homophobia but when I told him that I was gay, he tried his best to support me and not insult me." I said to the slime.

"Again, not possible without a vessel, and I didn't say that he's gay. It's just when he's horny and desperate, I offer my ass to him for quick relief. Technically, it was Gregory's ass but I'm the one in the driving seat."

"You like being fucked?"

"Yeah, but what I'm after is the cum. That's my only food, remember?"

"Right, right. So why didn't you go inside Gregory in the first place if he was your previous vessel?" I ask.

"Well, you didn't tell me to. Again, I am just an extension of your will. I don't function without your permission, now that you're my master. So I'll ask, do you want me to use Gregory as my vessel?" The slime responds.

"It's not like I want you inside him. It's kinda creepy. I just want you to stop reading my thoughts and talk to me." I reply since the concept of assimilation is still freaking me out.

"Ok." The slime replies before one of its antennae extends to Gregory's ear and slips inside.

I watch in horror as the slime burrows its antenna inside Gregory's head. Gregory's eyes suddenly open though I can only see the white of his eyes showing. His mouth forms an O while his drool starts spewing all over his chest. I take a step back as his legs start flailing around like a ragdoll. Then, the slime's antenna detaches from its main body and disappears right inside Gregory's ear. Gregory stops moving and remains still with his eyes and mouth wide open.

"What the hell? What have you done to him? I thought you wouldn't assimilate him." I scream.

"And that's what I did. I just linked myself to his senses so that I can use him as my speaker whenever I need to hear what you're saying and say something I want to. Just give me a moment since it's been a while since I did this." The slime explains.

Gregory's mouth suddenly closes and his eyes roll back to their original place. He then looks at me straight into my eyes as disgust fills his face.

"What are you looking at, weirdo? You're freaking me out." Gregory exclaims as his deep voice fills the room. He notices that he's in his underwear and proceeds to cover his dick in front of me. "What the fuck did you do to me? Why am I naked?" He asks as he inches his way to me, making me tumble and sit on the floor as his huge body towers over me.

I tried to say something but I couldn't speak. I tried to crawl away from him but my arms and legs are weak. He was about to grab me when his body suddenly looked like he had just hit an invisible wall. His eyes widened and his body shivers as I could see him struggling with an invisible force.

"Uhm, sorry about that. I forgot how powerful this man is. As you can see, I just restricted his movements since he was about to smack your pretty little face." Gregory says which made me assume that it is the slime talking through him.

"I thought he was programmed to protect me? Why does he want to hurt me?" I ask as I still struggle to get up.

"Well, being awoken almost naked tends to make people furious, don't you think?" The slime reply.

"You said that you helped grandpa control him, right? Can you do that now?" I panic as I don't know how long the slime's hold on Gregory will last.

"Yeah, but I need to assimilate him to do that. Will you allow me?" The slime asks. I felt a little conflicted about turning Gregory into a simple vessel but I have no choice. I just hope that he can still retain himself even under the influence of the slime.

"Yes, do it. Assimilate Gregory." I say with a sad sigh.

Gregory stops moving as I see his eyes roll at the back of his head again. He remains standing while I see something slithering under the skin of his neck and forehead. After a while, he returns to normal and stares at me for a second before he turns around, picks up his shorts, and dons the clothing. He looks at me with a strange face as he stands in front of me and helps me get back on my feet.

"Sorry about that. Not good with surprises. I thought you were some kind of a pervert." Gregory apologizes as he pats my back to shake off some dust from the floor.

"So you're the slime now, right?" I ask him as I pat myself as well.

"Not really, he says that he just took the part of my brain to control my body but he still had me to be able to think for myself. He states that he'll be sharing with my senses so that you and him can still communicate without reading your mind. He also said that you didn't want him to use me as a vessel so he complies. Wow kid, I almost killed you and you still want to save me. Thanks, I guess." Gregory says as he smiles at me.

"So, does that mean that you're sharing your body with the slime?" I ask him curiously.

"Yeah, he can control my body but he says that he'll only do it if you ask." Gregory rubs the back of his head.

"Thanks, slime. I just think that becoming a prisoner in your own body is a harsh punishment. Even for someone like Gregory." I say as I look into his eyes.

We stand there for a minute before we both realize how awkward it was. He looks away from me as I excuse myself in my room and ask him to make himself comfortable and eat anything in the fridge if he's hungry. I close the door and jump on my bed as I try to process every detail that the slime just told me. There is still a lot that I don't know but I'll go there when I need to. For now, I just want to close my eyes and take a rest from the long drive that we just had.

Serving The Alien And Its Puppets — Part 1

I was kneeling between my older stepbrother's legs, looking up at him as he smoked. My plan didn't work out as expected.

He looked as intimidating as ever, but this time it wasn't my obnoxious older stepbrother behind those hating eyes. Instead, a small alien slime had taken over, consumed his brain, and replaced it with its gooey form.

My stepbrother had always been a homophobic asshole, and for that, I despised him deeply. Yet, in a twist of cruel irony, he was also one of the most hottest men I had ever known. I loved watching him from the window of my room, working out in the backyard until his body was glistening with sweat. I knew it wasn't safe to spy on him like that.

But I wasn’t safe with the alien slime either. Fear gnawed at me as I realized I might suffer the same fate as my dumb stepbrother. Yes, I might have helped the purple gooey creature enter his body, I did it believing it would be grateful and let me have fun with his body. But now, I feared my plan had turned against me.

My stepbrother was way bigger and stronger than me, so when he ordered me to kneel, I just obeyed. He looked down at me, thinking about what he should do to me.

"I should take you over too, It's too risky to let a human know about my existence," He took a puff and blew out the smoke. "but you helped me get inside this human after all."

"I-I promise I won't tell anyone about you, I just wanted to have my way with him, that's all!"

"You helped an alien slime replace your stepbrother's brain just so you could have a taste of him, gay boy?" He asked, lowering his underwear and freeing my stepbrother's thick flaccid shaft.

I eagerly nodded, there was nothing I wanted more than to taste my stepbrother's cock. He playfully slapped the heavy shaft on my face as he had an evil grin on his face, a grin that I was very familiar with. "I guess having a human with an intact brain as a slave could be fun." He grunted as he smacked it hard on my cheeks, but when I tried to lick it, he pushed it away.

"Nah-uh you have to earn it first, gay boy. The takeover left this shell quite sweaty, so if you lick the sweat off him, I might let you suck him." He promised.

Still on my knees, I started to lick the sweat off his abs and pecs, his big muscular pecs felt soft against my tongue. I sucked on his nipples as his right arm rested on top of the couch and he smoked with the other. "I will give you two options, gay boy. You can either be my obedient slave and help me spread my control over your kind, or you can become like your stepbrother, an empty husk of a man with a head full of alien slime."

I nodded and smiled at him, "I will gladly serve as your human slave."

"Great." He grunted, and then he coughed a small purple slime on his hand, just like the one I helped get inside him, but smaller.

"Take it and prove your loyalty to me, your stepdad is in the shower."

My stepdad was a strikingly muscular man with a sexy hairy body. He was kind to me, but he never intervened when his son bullied me. Part of me thinks he deserves this, but it's not like I have a choice—it's either this or have my brain devoured.

I grabbed the purple goo and headed towards the bathroom door. I could still hear the shower running, I slowly opened the door and walked inside the bathroom, the curtains were closed so my stepdad didn't see me entering. When I was close enough, I threw the purple slime over the curtain.

"What the-" I heard my stepdad say, but his voice was soon cut off and he started to grunt. I couldn't see what was going on behind the curtain, but it looked like my dad was fighting it. Suddenly everything went quiet. The shower turned off and the curtain was pushed open, revealing my stepdad wearing a towel.

"D-dad?" I asked, my eyes on his muscular hairy body, he looked so hot.

"Not your dad anymore, call me Master Daddy from now on, my human slave!"

He suddenly dropped the towel and I gasped when I saw how big he was. I had never seen him naked before.

"Kneel and show me some respect, slave." He grunted. I dropped to my knees and took his entire shaft into my mouth, he fucked my face as I caressed his meaty hairy pecs. He then pulled me up by my hair and forced his big tongue deep inside my mouth, it felt so good, I loved how strong his tongue felt. While we kissed I groped his pecs and pinched his nipples, he let out a deep sexy moan while still making out, so it looked like my stepdad had sensitive nipples, I thought.

We walked back to the living room to my possessed stepbrother, now Master. "Good job, my human slave. You have proven yourself worthy of my trust."

That day my stepdad fucked me while I sucked my stepbrother. I was their slave now, and the alien made sure that I would get busy with his puppets.

The alien thrived on consuming brains daily, so it never ceased creating new empty puppets. Every day, he would send me outside with a small copy of his body so I could find a man for him to feed. That was my job as his slave, to help him feed and spread his control over humanity, and I couldn't ask for a better job.

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Mr. Rossi was my hot Italian Daddy neighbor. I had been fantasizing about him for years, ever since we moved into this quiet neighborhood. He was the perfect example of a hot, protective, and loving dad figure, I grew up seeing how caring he was to his two sons, his sons lived on their own now. So when my Alien Master sent me to find him food, I knew Mr. Rossi would be perfect.

I knocked on his door and waited, I had in my hand a small part of the alien. It wasn’t the creature’s main form, just a copy of it that was connected to the original alien inhabiting my older brother, once the copy consumed Mr. Rossi’s brain, the main alien would also feel satiated, like a hive mind. The alien hadn’t explained the exact mechanics to me, so that was all I knew.

Mr. Rossi opened the door and gave me a warm smile. "Hey Eric, Is everything ok?" He kindly asked. I didn't respond, and just threw the slime on his face.

I was soon inside his house, staring at the hot hairy Italian Dilf in front of me. The alien slime had already replaced his brain.

"Come here, my human slave," he purred. His voice was still Mr. Rossi's, but it was deeper and more commanding. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine as I walked to him and we started to make out, I then buried my face between his big pecs while I cupped and squeezed them, Mr. Rossi just stood there, letting me have my way with his pecs.

I always fantasized about Mr. Rossi and his pecs, and now I finally had them for myself, thanks to my alien Master.

Mr. Rossi then reached out and gently stroked my cheek, his rough hands leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?" he whispered, pushing his finger inside my mouth and leaning in close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. "You've wanted Daddy Rossi to take care of you, to make you feel safe and loved because your stepdad was a piece of shit who let your stepbrother bully you." He then playfully slapped my face. "Too bad that's not gonna happen. I'm gonna destroy your hole with this puppet's cock! I'm going to teach you a lesson for being so naughty." He lifted me into his strong arms and walked to his room.

He then threw me on his bed and pulled down his shorts. "Get on all fours, now." He commanded.

I didn't hesitate, obeying his command as if I'd been waiting for it my entire life. I got down on the bed on all fours, presenting my ass to him. The hairs on Mr. Rossi's chest tickled my back as I felt his hot breath against my ear. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his big manly hands taking hold of my waist before he finally thrust his huge cock inside.

He began to fuck me hard and fast, driving his length deep into my body with each stroke. I arched my back, moaning in ecstasy as the alien inside him made the nice neighborhood dad act like a gay depraved dom.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, feeling his thick cock stretch me impossibly wide. "Fuck me. Own me. Make me yours."

When I felt Mr. Rossi's load fill my ass, we lay there, panting heavily, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. The slime had given me everything I ever wanted. I looked at a portrait picture on the side of the bed, in the old pic, Mr. Rossi was fishing with two sons.

"Why don't you call your sons to come over? Say It's an urgency." I suggested.

Later that day, while I was on my knees sucking Mr. Rossi's cock, we heard a knock on the door. Mr. Rossi smirked at me and coughed two purple slimes on his hands. "Go open the door," He ordered.

When I opened the door, I saw two hot men, they both looked just as hot as their dad. I couldn't wait to have them as the Alien's puppets.

"Who are you? Where is our dad?" One of them asked, pushing me out of the way.

"Dad? We're here, are you ok?" The other asked.

Mr. Rossi grinned at his sons as he was standing naked with purple slime on each of his hands. I closed the door...

Later that day I was in Mr. Rossi's room, looking at the two hot Italian brothers in only their underwear.

"What are you waiting for?" they both said in unison, it would be creepy if they weren't so freaking hot.

I dropped to my knees and started taking turns between the two huge Italian cocks. After a while, I was being spit-roasted by the two hung brothers. Mr. Rossi walked inside the room while I was still being filled on both ends, his huge shaft swinging with each step.

"You did good today, gay boy. Your Master is very satiated, you got him three meals." Mr. Rossi and his two sons said in unison. "He will allow you to pick one puppet to dominate."

I was surprised, I already helped the Alien Master convert a lot of men, but this would be the first time he would let me top one of his puppets.

I stood up and looked at the three puppets for a while, "I want Mr. Rossi," I said.

Mr. Rossi lay on the bed with his legs up, his huge hairy ass on full display, I kneeled behind him and playfully slapped it, watching it jingle. I then grabbed each cheek and shoved my shaft inside in one thrust, fucking him roughly as I buried my face between his pecs.

"Why don't you two feed your cocks to our Daddy slut?" I asked the brothers. They obeyed and kneeled on each side of Mr. Rossi, who started to take turns sucking them both. As I fucked Mr. Rossi, I watched his big pecs bounce with each hard thrust, then I got an idea.

"Boys, Daddy's tits are begging for a sucking, don't you think?" I suggested, with a wicked smile on my face.

They both lay next to their dad and started sucking on each nipple. It was such a hot sight, seeing two grown men with wives and kids sucking on their dad's tits.

That afternoon, me and the two brothers took turns on Mr. Rossi's ass, I came so much that I passed out. By the alien Master's orders, Mr. Rossi took me in his strong arms and brought me home.

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After the Rossi family became puppets for the alien Master, I suggested the alien to go for my boss, Mr. Wahid.

Mr. Wahid was a rich, muscular, Arabic hunk who had always captured my heart, he was rude and intimidating, and treated the staff like his slaves, but the few moments I had near him, would always had me staring at his muscles and having gay fantasies about him.

The next day while I was at work, Mr. Wahid called me to his office. He was busy on the phone and without even looking at me, he ordered me to get him a coffee. It was as if I was nothing to him.

It was the perfect opportunity for my plan. I had brought a small fragment of the slime to work. So I went to make his coffee, but before entering his office, I slipped the slime into the cup. As I walked in, Mr. Wahid didn't even glance up or thank me; he just grabbed the coffee and continued talking on the phone, completely ignoring my presence. All it took was a sip, and his phone dropped to the floor as his eyes rolled back and his muscles tensed. I had a hard on as I closed the door with me inside, a few seconds later he glanced at me with an Intimidating look.

"Come get my phone off the floor, slave!" I grabbed his phone and gave it to him, he then ordered me to get on my knees under the table and suck him off. I smirked as I undid his pants and fished out his thick member. Soon I was slobbering on my boss's shaft, he was so huge and thick that barely fitted my mouth, and he also had a strong smell as if he hadn't washed his junk for the entire day.

He smacked his heavy shaft on my tongue as he continued talking on the phone in Arabic, I ran my tongue on his heavy hanging balls and soon he was coating my face with his Arabic milk.

Mr. Wahid would be just the first one in the company to become an alien puppet, I had a lot of subjects in mind. Mr. Wahid ended the call and looked down at me—my face still buried in his musky balls while cum covered my face.

"We are closing a deal with an Arab prince. He's about to arrive for the meeting and I want you to welcome him. Now take your dirty mouth off my balls and go do your fucking job!"

Honestly, the alien possessed Mr. Wahid wasn't much different from the old one. A few hours later I was waiting in the parking lot for the Arab prince to arrive. I saw an expensive car park in front of me, when the door opened, my heart started racing. Inside the car was the hottest Middle Eastern man I'd ever seen.

Fortunately for me, but not so much for him, I had an extra slime in my pocket.