Erick Stratton: GOOD BOY

“Good boy,” I said, fully enjoying the show that Wyatt was putting on, “Now the right leg.”

He obediently shifted his weight and presented his right leg forward, flexing his powerful quads. Quads that had proven him equally valuable both on the football field and the wrestling mat.

“Now let me see those biceps again,” I encouraged him, “You’ve been working on them, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, Coach” he said, as if he was talking to one of his best friends, “Just like you told me to. Been hittin’ ‘em real hard. Tryin' some new stuff.”

The results of his hard work were apparent. Oh, to be a teenager with a body that was almost instantly responsive to a new workout routine. I smiled to myself as he continued to hold his double biceps pose, twisting and turning under the light to make sure I was getting a complete view of his progress.

“Good boy,” I told him, “You’ve been a very good boy. I think you’re ready now.”

“I am?” he said, with a light of excitement on his face.

“Yes,” I stood up from the old sofa his parents had moved into the family room. He didn’t even realize by now that I had completely undressed myself, “You can relax now.”

He dropped his arms to his side, and they fell with a heavy release. His body was glistening with sweat from our little posing session.

“Now really relax, stud boy” I whispered into his ear.

At the words “stud boy,” his eyes went blank and his head dropped down over his muscular traps. His breathing became calmer. I circled around him, examining my work. He was a supreme specimen of a teenage jock to begin with, but with my suggestions over the past month or so, he had really carved his body into something magnificent. He really was a good boy. Very few of my boys could measure up to him.

“Do you trust me, Wyatt?” I asked him.

In his current state, I knew that he could barely hear me. Still, he answered with a slight nod of his head.

“Yes, Coach,” he said in a monotone.

“And you want me to use your body however I want, don’t you?”

“Yes, Coach.”

I stepped up behind him and pressed my hand against his wide back.

“And once I’m inside, you’ll allow me full access to your mind?” I asked him, “Just like we talked about before? So that no one will suspect that you’ve let your Coach take total control of you?”

“Yes, Coach.”

“Good boy,” I told him. I let my hand slip inside as I took a deep breath in.

With an exhale, I allowed myself to be pulled totally inside of Wyatt’s body. In that quick moment, I felt a flash of resistance from Wyatt. His natural competitive nature coming through, I suppose. None of my other boys had ever tried to put up a fight. But still, I pushed through and let myself fill him up completely.

I breathed in through Wyatt’s mouth and allowed myself a few moments to catch my breath. I looked down to see Wyatt’s broad chest pulsing up and down under my control. Of course, I’d seen every inch of him by now, but seeing it all from this perspective was always special. I’d done it.

“Good boy,” I said, this time hearing Wyatt’s voice resounding in my head.

I ran up the stairs to the bathroom in his parents’ house, feeling the boundless energy in my youthful new body. I flipped on the lights and took a quick look at my most recent possession. Wyatt was my best capture yet, with the charm of those boy next door looks and an unstoppable body that I’d helped him sculpt.

I knew that his parents would be home soon, and all of his brothers and sisters would be done with school. It was time for me to clean up and silently slip into his life now, at least for the evening. But I knew I would be using Wyatt’s body many, many more times in the future.