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My older step brother Roy got into a motorcycle accident that led to a serious head injury, but with our parents out of town on vacation I was the only family member on call to see him. When I got to the hospital Roy was laying in bed asleep, he looked peaceful actually. The doctor explained to me exactly what happened and the potential memory loss he may have suffered. He still hadn’t woken up from his surgery. They said they didn’t know for sure how bad the accident damaged his memory but that he was very lucky to even be alive with only some scars on the back of his head. I thanked the doctor and waited by Roy’s bedside.

To be honest me and Roy didn’t even like each other, in fact I couldn’t stand him. He hated me because I was gay and I hated him because he was an asshole. He’s done nothing but give me crap since his mom and my dad married and living with him was no walk in the park. He’s knocked me to the ground on more than one occasion in one of his drunken fits. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t been drinking before riding his bike which got him in this situation. I talked to my parents on the phone and told them what the doctor told me and that I’d wait for him to wake up.

I waited for hours almost falling asleep in the chair, then right before I dozed off Roy’s eyes blinked open.

“Hey.. Uh Roy, how do you feel?” I asked as he looked around the room with puzzled look on his face.

“Where am I?” He asked sounding lost.

“You’re in the hospital Roy, the doctors said you might not remember how you got here, I’m gonna go get a doctor I’ll be right back.” I said standing up and getting ready to leave the room.

“Who are you? And who is Roy?” Roy asked with a serious look of confusion. I stopped in my tracks and spun back around. He was serious, the doctors said he might not remember the accident but it looked more like he didn’t remember anything.

“You’re Roy, Roy Martin? You don’t know who you are?” I asked.

He shook his head, “My names Roy? Roy Martin? Then who are you?” He asked.

“I’m your..” I stopped myself as an idea clicked in my head. I know it’s probably morally fucked up to take advantage of someone who had a head injury but this was Roy. He was not a good guy, and not just to me. He beat up several kids when we were in high school, he’s cheated on practically all of his girlfriends, and he has caused nothing but trouble for our parents growing up. And you know what, I wanted revenge but more than that, I wanted to fulfill some of my deepest darkest sexual fantasies with him, and I might have an opportunity here.

“Wow you really don’t remember anything.” I said faking my concern, “You’re in the hospital Roy you got into a motorcycle accident coming to see me, I’m your.. Well it’s gonna be hard to believe but in your secret boyfriend.” I lied.

“Accident? Secret boyfriend? Wait, I’m gay?” He asked still confused.

“Yeah, but you’re not exactly comfortable with your sexuality yet that’s why we’ve kept his thing between you and I a secret. Not only to protect your sexuality but also so out parents don’t find out. See, we fell in love in high school but then our parents got married to each other and now you’re also my step brother, which makes it even more complicated.” Wow this story I was making up was starting to sound like a sop opera.

“You’re my brother too?” He asked.

“Step.” I corrected. “Don’t worry you’re going I come home with me and I’ll help you remember everything about your old life.” I said putting a hand on his shoulder to test the waters. He didn’t pull back or anything.

“Thank you I need that. I can’t believe I could forget about all that. And you’re sure I’m gay? Shouldn’t I get, ya know horny just looking at you then?” He asked.

Crap, “That’s the thing you love having sex with guys it’s just you have to think about girls first, but you don’t actually want to have sex wit a girl it’s just the thought you use so you can have sex with me.” I lied quickly grabbing a magazine and showing him a picture of a model, “look at this picture and imagine this girl in your head.” I told him as he stared at the magazine intently. I reached my hand under his blanket and started massaging his cock. He didn’t stop me, I finally got to feel that big cock of his I’d fantasized about. I felt it grow and harem in my hand.

“I think it’s working.” He said excitedly and I leaned down and kissed him, he returned the favor sticking his tongue in my mouth in sure he still had memories of his past exploits somewhere in his subconscious that made him kiss me like that.

“Now let’s check and take a look to make sure it really worked. I want you to stand up for me Roy, and I want you to pull that hard dick of yours out of your pants for me to see.” I commanded him feeling powerful.

“Ok sure.” He said standing up and pulling out his erection for me to inspect, “Like that?” He asked for my approval, pointing at his monster sized cock.

“Perfect!” I exclaimed admiring his body now that he was standing his muscular body exposed with out the hospital sheets covering it up.

I came over to him and sat on the bed I front of him. I took his cock in my hand and licked my tongue across his shaft.

“Now what are you doing?” He asked his eyes brows still arched in confusion, but I could see chill bumps appearing on his body.

“Reminding you why you love me.” I said grabbing socks and telling to stuff then his mouth. “I don’t want the doctors to hear us and interrupt.” He obeyed and I wrapped my mouth around his cock. He was moaning and groaning but his voice was muffled by the socks he had in his mouth. Finally he shot his load in my mouth and I swallowed it. I stood up and pulled the socks out of his mouth. He had the stupidest smile on his face, to him it was like having his very first orgasm.

“You’re gonna be okay now Roy I’m going to help you remember everything.” I said as kissed again.

“Thank you,” he smiled at me and looked down at himself, “Woah hey! I’ve got a tattoo!” He exclaimed excitedly.

“Yeah there is a lot we should talk about. I gave him a quick run down of his life, there see a lot of truths in my stories but I did add some things that involved us. I also told him not to tell the doctors that he’d lost his memories, I didn’t want them to run tests on him and poke him with needles, I convinced him he was terrified of needles. The doctor came in and completely bought it, we went home to my place where I continued to build up his new memories. In just a few days time he was acting ore like his old self to a degree, granted a lot nicer, at least in public. But when I was alone with him I’d turn on some porn of some girl getting plowed and he’d get real horny and he would burry his cock on my and ride me all night. He wasn’t the gentlest lover but it was definitely hot.

It’s funny, out parents never caught into the fact that Roy’s memories had been completely wiped and I’d basically reprogrammed him to be my secret lover.

My sister left to our grandparents house for a week or so while his husband stayed behind. He's not the one who love to take care of house chores and could drown in his own world so she asked me to watch over him every day, basically filling her absence. Don't get me wrong, I'm mostly fine with Finn but the past few months he's been a little bit more on the asshole side. Last month revelation that he turned out to smoke quite shook things up in their household and I wouldn't be surprised that my sister took this chance to visit my sickly grandparents to have some time with herself. 7 years of relationship culminated in their marriage 3 years ago, and he lied all this time about that? What could he hide other than that, she must be thinking

But now, what do you think I should say to my sister that her husband fucked me by the 4th day of her absence? That her husband made his move to me and then just suddenly slide my pants down and then insert his boner right then and there at the kitchen island? That I didn't stop him and instead encouraged him? That he is not even her husband? Okay let me explain to you

The first 2 days were "normal". He smoke inside the house, a big no no and it's like as if he legitimately wanted to piss my sister off. The second day was the time I caught him jacking off while watching porn on TV, that chicken parmesan I made fell to the floor because the sight of the polite and mostly reserved Finn in my head totally replaced with this lust-ridden, sloppy guy with a thick ass dick! He didn't even stop and proceed to shot his load first before calmed me down and told me that my sister didn't need to know. That he's been dying for a release as my sister cockblocked him since that smoking revelation. He even circled that sticky hand of his to my shoulder, basically lapping some of the cum that ended in his hand to my shirt

"Who are you?" I said to him as a statement of disbelief on how much he differed from the Finn I knew, which surprisingly ticked him off or something because he started to stutter and then got furious later. I quickly left him before things could get worse

On the third day, as I dropped off the lasagna and literally shouted "You better not jacking off now, just gonna be quick," from the front door, he called me to swing by the garage before I headed home. From the sound of it, he was working out or some sort and it's true, he's been working out.

That's when he dropped the bomb

"How can you tell I'm not Finn? Because aside from the smoking that I could wriggle with stress and shame blah blah blah, don't you think I played him to the tee?"

At that moment, I thought he hit his head or some sort or maybe he has some personality disorder. But no, he instead explained that he is Finn's coworker, the one Finn snubbed for his latest promotion 2 months ago. That he just wanted to teach Finn some lesson and messed a little with his life, making things not smooth for Mr. Smooth. But then he realized he couldn't even leave Finn's body and has been stuck inside with no idea on how to get out. That's when my boner sprang and he smirked upon seeing one

"Finn realized your staring, you know? He ignored that, but me..." he said as he proceed to kissed me. I didn't stop him, it was a mixture of shock and pleasure and my body reacted by doing nothing. As he realized that he's been kissing me without any sort of retaliation or reaction from me, he stopped mid-way and I instantly ran with my underwear soaked with my pre.....

Earlier today? Well, you could visualize what happened. Me feeling sorry for making things awkward and somehow I'm in need for some sort of explanation. He felt the same way too. We talked like civilized human being in the couch (yes, in that couch where he, buck naked, jacked his dick off). We get our head closer and closer. I stopped him as I thought of my sister and headed to the kitchen for some water. He kissed me on my neck and rubbed his bulge while called me out as he whispered seductively,

"I saw your search history once, baby bro. I snooped around your room. Thinking to learn more of my baby bro. I expect some straight porn but instead, you watch those shapeshift videos, those possession, and oh it must be so arousing for you to see it happened in real life, huh?" and with that emphasized last word, he grabbed my stiffened dick and he knew he got me

As I now laid on top of him, his softening 7 inches dick still buried in my hole, he asked my commitment to keep all of this a secret

"Remember, you are not in a good position, baby bro. She believed me more. I mean, how can her straight husband suddenly interested to her gay younger brother? The gay younger brother gotta be the one that made the move, right? When it's your words against mine, despite the smoking incident, she would still side with me, I know that from memory. And what's the point of telling her all of this, anyway? Possession? Might as well call in the mental hospital for ya, hahahah. Besides, by telling her, you would lose access to this dick and I know you probably wanting more already, don't you baby bro?"

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.

I’m not looking forward to Christmas, my family isn’t accepting of me being gay and always comment on how small I am. Could you make me a big confident gay muscle man so I can feel more confident around them?

It was just a wish. A fantasy. But when you woke up the next day, everything started to spiral.

The first sign that something was wrong was Harry, your stepdad’s arrogant, jock son, standing in the kitchen with your phone in hand. He’d always been a bully—tall, ripped, and undeniably hot, though he never liked you. The fact that he was standing there with a smug grin meant one thing: he’d seen your blog post.

“Didn’t take you for the type to go begging on the internet for help,” Harry sneered, waving your phone in the air. “So, you wanna be me? Big and jacked, confident… and gay?” He chuckled, the teasing edge in his voice unmistakable. “Pretty fucking pathetic, don’t you think?”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. You reached for your phone, but he pulled it back, his grin widening.

“Oh no, I think we should talk about this,” he said, stepping closer, his towering figure making you feel even smaller. “You wish you could be like me, huh? Big, confident, hot. I bet you think about it all the time.”

You tried to stammer out a response, but your words failed. Harry leaned in, his breath hot on your face. “I’ll even help you out. I wish you could be me, with this jock bod.” He flexed, his bicep swelling under his shirt. “Bet you’d love to get a taste, huh?”

He laughed, clearly enjoying the torment. “I bet you want to be in my body, to feel what it’s like to have people want you, to get all the attention. And let’s be real—you’d probably love to do some pretty dirty dominant shit in it too, I've seen your Tumblr.”

Before you could stop him, Harry added one final jab, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Hell, I’ll even throw in being gay. Wouldn't wanna change things too much, right?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you both froze. A strange, electric tension filled the room, the air thick with something unexplainable. Harry’s cocky smirk faltered, and for the first time, he looked confused.

A dizzying sensation washed over you, and when you opened your eyes, you were looking down at… yourself. You blinked, flexing your hands, feeling the powerful muscles ripple beneath your skin.

“No fucking way…” you muttered, your voice deeper, stronger. You looked down at your new body—Harry’s body—broad, muscled, confident. You ran your hands over your chest, feeling the hard ridges of your abs, the weight of your cock already hardening in your joggers.

Across from you, Harry—now in your old body—stared at you in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What the fuck did you do?!” he screamed, but it was strange hearing his voice—your old voice—coming from him.

You grinned, flexing your bicep, enjoying the way your new muscles bulged under your skin. “Looks like you got your wish, Harry,” you said, your voice a low rumble. “I’m you now. Big, confident… and gay.”

Harry’s face paled, his eyes darting down to your—his—small frame. “No. This is insane. Change us back!”

But you just laughed, feeling the power surging through you. “Why would I do that? You’re the one who made the wish, remember?”

You stepped closer, towering over him, your new height making you feel unstoppable. The flood of testosterone coursing through you was intoxicating—every inch of you felt strong, powerful, horny. You reached down, grabbing your cock, the thick, hard length throbbing tight inside your jeans. It felt massive, alive with need.

“You’ve been acting like you’re better than me for years, Harry,” you said, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “But now I’m the one with the body everyone wants. And you? You’re stuck being the little faggy bitch.”

Harry took a step back, his eyes filled with fear. “You can’t do this. I didn’t mean it!”

“Oh, but you did,” you said, stepping closer, your muscles flexing with every movement. You could feel the heat building in your crotch, your balls tight and heavy, filled with cum. “And now you’re going to see what it’s like to be at the bottom for once.”

He shook his head, his lips trembling. “Please… don’t…”

You smirked, reaching down and pulling out your cock. The thick, veiny shaft sprung free, and you couldn’t help but groan at the sight of it—big, hard, dripping with precum. “I’ll tell you what,” you said, your voice low and commanding. “You stay quiet, and maybe I’ll let you suck me off in this new jock body. How’s that sound?”

Harry’s eyes flickered, his breath hitching. “No way…”

But you could see it in his eyes—the fear, the confusion… and the desire. “Come on, Harry. You’ve always been a little bitch deep down, haven’t you, and in that body we both know you want nothing more than to worship me and this cock?” you taunted, stepping closer until your cock was inches from his. “Go on. Suck it.”

He hesitated, his eyes locked on your throbbing cock, but you knew he couldn’t resist. Slowly, trembling, he sank to his knees, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts.

“That’s it,” you murmured, running your fingers through your—his—hair. “Be a good boy for me.”

You grip the back of Harry’s head, forcing him down onto your cock. His lips stretch around your thick shaft, his eyes wide and watering as you push deeper, the heat of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure through you. You flex your free arm, watching the muscles bulge, every inch of your body alive with sensation. The strength, the power—it’s intoxicating.

“Take it all, you little bitch,” you growl, feeling the slick, wet heat of his tongue against you. The pressure builds, your cock throbbing, the head hypersensitive, and you shove him down harder, his nose pressed against your pubes. The smell hits you—a heady mix of sweat, stale alcohol, and cheap deodorant. It’s overwhelming, pure musk, thick and heavy. You can almost taste it: the salty, sour scent of a jock who spent the night partying, dancing, and never bothered to shower, just spraying cologne to mask the rank odor.

“Fuck, I stink,” you mutter, inhaling deeply, the pungent scent filling your lungs. It turns you on even more, the raw, animalistic smell of unwashed skin and sweat. Your balls tighten, the heavy, aching weight of them pulling at your core, and you know you’re close.

You glance down, seeing Harry’s eyes flutter as his own body responds. His small, uncut cock twitches. You grip his head harder, your fingers digging into his scalp, and thrust deep, feeling his throat spasm around you.

“Gonna cum,” you groan, the heat pooling in your groin, the pleasure building, overwhelming. You flex harder, feeling your bicep swell, every muscle tight and quivering with energy. You take another deep breath, the smell of your musk hitting you again, raw and powerful, and it pushes you over the edge.

You slam his head down, your cock buried deep as you explode, thick ropes of cum shooting down his throat. The release is intense, every muscle in your body seizing, your cock throbbing, spurting again and again. You feel Harry jerk, a pathetic whimper escaping him as his own cock twitches, a small, pitiful stream of cum dribbling from the tip wetting his trousers.

“Fuck, look at you,” you sneer, watching him shudder with his weak, humiliating orgasm. You pull back, your cock slick and dripping, still throbbing with the aftershocks. Harry’s face is flushed, his lips swollen, cum smeared across his chin.

“Can’t even handle it,” you murmur, flexing again, the power of your body sending another thrill through you. The scent of your own sweat and cum fills your nostrils, mingling with the sour, unwashed musk that clings to your skin. It’s heady, potent, the smell of a body that’s been used, pushed to its limits, and it makes your cock twitch again, your body still buzzing with the afterglow.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide and filled with humiliation.

You smirked, flexing your new, powerful muscles. “I’m gonna enjoy this body,” you said. “And if you stay quiet, maybe I’ll let you enjoy it too.”

You turned, feeling the strength in every muscle, every step filled with confidence. You were in control now, and there was nothing he could do to stop you.

My mum has got this new boyfriend, and has invited me to spend the weekend with him and his son to get to know them but his son Ryan is kind of a dumb smelly jock and i am the complete opposite. Is there some way where we can get along?

Hypnotized by the Musk

I never wanted to be here. Spending the weekend at my mum’s new boyfriend's place was bad enough, but now I was stuck “bonding” with his son, Ryan. From the moment I stepped inside their house, I knew I wasn’t going to fit in. The air was heavy, almost suffocating, clinging with the thick, pungent stench of sweat and body odor.

Ryan was sprawled out on the couch when we arrived, wearing a damp, faded black tracksuit with the zipper pulled halfway down his chest. His body was built—broad shoulders, chiseled muscles bulging under his shirt, veins visible along his thick forearms. His dark hair was buzzed short, and a shadow of stubble clung to his strong jawline. Even from across the room, I could see the sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned skin, and I could smell him—musk, heat, something primal. It clung to the room like a living thing, and I instantly felt the urge to gag. The cocky smirk that spread across his lips as I approached told me he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having.

“Sup, Josh,” Ryan drawled, his eyes sliding lazily over me, sizing me up like I was some weak little creature in his territory. “You ever hit the gym, or you too busy with those books?”

I glared at him, already feeling defensive. “No.”

He chuckled, his broad chest rising and falling as he leaned back into the couch, arms draped casually along the backrest, his body exuding this casual dominance. His smell got stronger the closer I got. Sweat had darkened the armpits of his shirt, and I could see the dampness along the collar, sticking to his thick neck. The smell was choking, but worse than the smell was how confident he was in it, as if his sweat was some kind of weapon he knew I couldn’t fight.

"Figures,” Ryan muttered under his breath. “We’ll see if we can toughen you up this weekend."

Later that night, after dinner, Ryan suggested we hang out in his room. I didn’t want to, but what choice did I have? Mum was trying to get us to bond, and avoiding him wasn’t going to help. So I followed him up the stairs, already regretting it. His room was worse. It was small, cramped, and filthy. The air was even thicker here, saturated with sweat, old gym socks, and something sour that I couldn’t place. It made my head spin.

Clothes were everywhere—sweaty, crumpled gym shirts and track pants tossed haphazardly across the floor. His dirty trainers were kicked under the bed, and the heat in the room only amplified the stench. Ryan didn’t seem to notice; this was his space, and he was comfortable in it.

As soon as I stepped inside, I felt like I was trapped. The musk hit me again, stronger than before, wrapping itself around me like a fog, so thick I could almost taste the salt on the air.

Ryan flopped down on his bed, legs spread wide, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes gleamed with something I didn’t like. Then, without warning, he tossed a balled-up shirt at me. “Here,” he said casually. “Put that on. Might help you relax.”

I caught the shirt reflexively, feeling its dampness immediately. It was old, stained with dried sweat under the arms, and still warm. The smell hit me like a punch to the gut—stronger than anything I’d ever smelled before. It was soaked in him, like it had absorbed every drop of his sweat over countless gym sessions. My first instinct was to throw it back at him, but Ryan leaned forward, his voice softer, more coaxing.

“Go on. Smell it.”

I hesitated, feeling my heart thud harder in my chest. I shouldn’t have even considered it. The thought of pressing this filthy, sweat-soaked shirt to my nose made my stomach churn—but something in the way Ryan spoke made my muscles freeze. His voice was low, commanding, and without thinking, I brought the shirt up to my face.

The moment the scent hit me, my body jerked. The smell was overwhelming—thick, musky, the raw scent of a man who had spent hours working out, soaking his clothes in his own stink. It should have been disgusting, but instead, something stirred deep inside me.

I inhaled again, slower this time. The air burned my nostrils, thick and hot, but with it came a strange warmth that started low in my belly. The smell invaded my senses, creeping into my mind like a fog. I felt lightheaded, almost dizzy, but I couldn’t pull the shirt away. I needed more.

"That’s it," Ryan murmured, his voice sounding like it was coming from somewhere far away. “You feel that, don’t you? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My whole body felt sluggish, heavy, like my muscles were melting under the heat of his musk. But there was something else, too. My skin tingled, and I felt a strange tightness in my chest—something spreading through my veins, buzzing with every breath I took. My dick twitched in my pants, a sudden jolt of heat shooting down to my groin. I gasped softly, horrified by my body’s reaction.

But Ryan noticed. “Oh yeah,” he said, standing up now, moving toward me. His hand gripped my shoulder, firm and steady, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “You’re getting into it now, aren’t you?”

I tried to shake my head, tried to deny it, but another deep breath of his musk filled my lungs and my knees almost buckled. My thoughts were slipping away, dissolving into the heat, into the need. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans, and I could feel wetness gathering at the tip, leaking into my boxers.

"You're leaking," Ryan whispered, his mouth close to my ear. "You like this more than you thought."

My heart pounded. Shame burned in my cheeks, but at the same time, a sick thrill pulsed through me. I wanted to stop, to run, but I couldn’t move. I was trapped in the heat of his body, in the overwhelming musk that was making my cock harder with every breath. The smell of him—it wasn’t just disgusting anymore—it was intoxicating. I needed it. My brain felt foggy, like the scent had wormed its way inside, making it harder to think, harder to fight.

I shifted, trying to relieve some of the pressure between my legs, but Ryan’s hand slid down to my chest, pressing me back against the wall. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, his grip firm. “No touching yourself. You don’t get to cum. Not yet.”

I whimpered, hating how much I needed relief. My body was burning with it. My dick was pulsing, so sensitive it hurt, but I couldn’t stop myself from breathing in more of his musk. Every inhale sent another shockwave of pleasure through me, making my head spin.

Ryan stepped even closer, his chest almost touching mine now. The heat of his body radiated off him like a furnace, his scent so thick I could barely stand it. But instead of pushing him away, my hand gripped the sweat-soaked shirt tighter, pulling it closer to my face.

“You like that smell now, don’t you?” Ryan’s voice was thick with satisfaction. “You want to be like me. A dumb, sweaty jock.”

I groaned, my body trembling under the weight of his words. I did want it. I wanted to stop thinking. Stop worrying. I wanted to be like him—big, dumb, and soaked in sweat. The more I thought about it, the more my cock leaked, the wet spot growing larger as pre dripped down my leg.

Ryan grabbed the shirt from my hands and held it up, pushing it toward me. “Put it on,” he commanded, his voice a low growl.

Without thinking, I obeyed. I pulled the shirt over my head, the damp fabric clinging to my skin. The second it touched me, I felt a surge of heat—pleasure coursing through my body. The musk was all around me now, seeping into my skin, filling my lungs. It felt like the shirt was becoming me, fusing with my body.

“Look at you,” Ryan muttered, stepping back to admire me. “You smell like me now. You’re becoming me.”

I stood there, my mind blank, my body thrumming with heat and need. Every inch of me tingled with pleasure, my dick rock-hard and leaking, but I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t need to think. I didn’t need to fight. All I needed was to breathe.

And as I stood there in Ryan’s room, drenched in his sweat and musk, I realized that I didn’t just want to smell like him.

I want to be him.