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DEALER BY PROXY, PT 3: TRAINING

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Try him out,” I encouraged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marty stared back at me, confused.

“What are you waiting for?! Suck.”

DEALER BY PROXY, PT 2: THE EXCHANGE

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe both.

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

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

I wanted to play with him.

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

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

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

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

A perfect fit. The suit and the man.

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

READY TO WORK.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you… really?”

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

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

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

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

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

1.5 million bitcoins have been dropped into an untraceable account.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Source: @the-dapper-executive

DEALER BY PROXY, PT 1: STREET WALKER

And then I spotted him. The perfect candidate… thick and fearless, walking down the street while texting on his phone in dark sunglasses. 

Whoever you are today is not what matters, my friend. What matters is who you will be tomorrow.

Me.

I focused on him intently, feeling his heartbeat alongside mine. His racing thoughts and emotions slowing to a halt. He dropped his head and his arms went limp. His phone clattered along the sidewalk. He was ready.

I thought hard about his next move. Each of my proxies took some getting used to. They moved in different ways, spoke in different ways and activated different muscles. It was fun to work out exactly who I wanted them to be like, but the most important thing is that they do my bidding and keep my identity safe.

Pulling his “strings” with my mind, he bent down stiffly to retrieve the phone and handed it to me. I quickly synced it with mine and posed him like a badass with fingerguns in the air. After snapping a quick photo, I sent it to the boss along with a text that read: OUR NEW RECRUIT.

A couple of women passed by and eyed him curiously. No doubt undressing him with their eyes. I tucked his hands in his pocket and had him lick his lips as he followed them with his gaze. His jeans started to tent as I pumped blood to his cock.

He grabbed the phone out of my hands and jogged towards them. Now was the first test. ”Hey ladies,” he said as I squeezed a gravelly baritone out of his lungs. I tugged the right corner of his mouth up into a flirty smirk. “I’ve got a bet with my friend over there.” They looked to me. I waved back with a smile.

“He says I’m getting fat. What do you think?” I focused on gripping his fingers, then rigidly tugged his shirt upward. They gasped in unison. Fortunately the women weren’t focused on his graceless movements, but on the god-like ripples along his torso and the thick steak-like chest with a tattoo peeking out underneath his white t-shirt.

“You’re not fat at all,” the blonde lady cooed.

“Not one bit,” said the brunette.

I had him step toward the blonde. She gazed up at her reflection in his sunglasses as he towered over her.

“You wanna touch them?” he asked cockily. “Go ahead.”

She bit her lip in hesitation, then timidly placed fingertips on his abs. A shiver visibly ran through her body. “Whoa…” she said, impressed. Her fingertips slid slowly down the jagged crevices of muscle until they touched the elastic band of his black Calvin Klein underwear.

“Don’t stop there,” he teased smoothly.

Her fingertips tucked into the band of his underwear. I focused on the feeling, broadcasting his senses onto me. I felt his breathing start to labor as his pulse rose, feeling him suck breath into his expansive lungs. His power and virility seemed to pulse through my body like a dual ache.

Her fingers curled around my shaft as as I felt her start to stroke. Her friend watched in silence, shocked and aroused. As the brunette stepped forward, I felt her fingers connect with his marble slab of a chest.

Leaning into the blonde’s ear he growled, “I’m going to fuck you both tonight, and I want my friend over there to watch.”

They nodded in agreement as he shot me a thumbs up.

Who says I have to be all work and no play?

This is going to be FUN.