Seanday Switch: Another Face

Leaning on the sink I glared at the reflection in the mirror. "Mikey," I whispered. "What does it feel like to see yourself again?"

Reaching up I traced a finger across my face. "Huh, I almost forgot what you looked like. Handsome, strong and angry--oh so angry."

The face looking back at me lifted its chin, "You mother fucker, I should kill you."

"You might be the strongest in your family, stronger than your brothers and your papa, but you wasn't smartest were you?"

"Fucker."

My eyes flicked around his features; the tightly cropped hair, pursed lips and the accented brows that continually judged onlookers. "You know Mikey, I'm glad I found you.

His lips parted showing clenched teeth, but he said nothing. "You remember, what was it ten years ago?" I grinned--one of the rare lopsided ones he used for cute girls. "Yeah you remember I can tell."

Reaching up, I pulled the coveralls from my shoulders and let them drop to the floor. "I remember it well, the struggle that built up between us. The anger and thrashing as I pushed--

Delicately, I traced my finger across torso, "Pushed deep inside you. You put up a good fight, but there was only going to be one winner.

I flexed an arm, and a thick bicep swelled, "Only one winner."

"Just a shame about the script. But you know it what keeps me inside you, keeps me in control." I told him tracing the ink on my face.

Mikey remained silent, but I felt his mind burning with fury. "Kind of a shock for your family when I turned up with the tats wasn't it? I played you perfectly, not even your mother noticed any difference." I chuckled, "You hated that didn't you?"

"FUCKER!"

From the window I watched as a car pulled up. A young girl climbed out, "Claire." I stepped out of the coveralls and stuffed them into the laundry basket.

Walking into the lounge I paused, James was sitting on the couch watching a video on his phone. A twenty year old jock, working for his father in the family owned business. He'd moved into the apartment with Claire, just three months ago. I grinned, I'd been using him on and off for the past three years. I'd used Mikey's anger to fire James's sexual antics and won the cheerleader that turned every head.

I stood in front of him, his eyes never left the small screen in his hands. Reaching over I knocked the cap from his head, "Look at me," I growled. A bead of sweat, raced down his forehead. I grabbed his cheeks and jerked his face upwards--even now he wouldn't dare face me.

"LOOK AT ME!" I yelled, and slapped his face hard. He blinked, trying to hide the tears from the stinging blow, but finally his glaze met mine.

"You're such a loser," I laughed, "it's me she fell in love with. You may have been the top jock at school, but you're just weak. It needed someone strong like me to make you into a real man."

"She's downstairs now," he glaze began to drift, but I got it back with another slap. "You want me, you want me back inside you. You want to be a man again. SAY IT!"

"I want to be--

He swallowed a couple of times, as if the words were alien to him. "I want to be a man again. I want you inside me again Mikey."

I sighed and shook my head. "You're a sorry fucker, I don't know if you deserve to be a man. I think you should stay a boy."

"P-Please," he stuttered.

I looked away in disgust, but I had every intention of getting inside James--I just didn't want to make it easy for him. "Beg me."

"I beg you, take me. I feel so strong and complete when you're inside."

"You're such a worthless piece of shit," I replied. Mikey's personality--a once dominant fucker--was strong, and it was mine. "I'll do it for your girlfriend--I'll do it for the cheerleader."

For the first time James smiled as he placed his hands on the couch and relaxed. Turning I sat down on him, and he whimpered as I unceremoniously pushed into his frame.

Opening my eyes I looked around, and touched James' pecs through the tight blue hoodie. Rolling the tightness from my shoulders I reached for the cap settled it back on my head.

Spreading my legs I gently rubbed my crotch, and groaned as I felt a familiar tightness. From the other room I heard the door open and close. "James?"

"In here," I called back.

She walked into the lounge, and stopped as I hooked my dick from my pants and stroked its length. I gave her a lopsided grin.

She smiled widely, "Mikey?"

"Yeah, I'm back, but call me James."

Walking over, she grasped my dick and pumped it slowly as she pulled herself free of her clothes.

"That's right baby, the man's back in the house," I told her as she lowered herself onto my stolen manhood.