Seanday Treats: New Year Cometh

"Hell," I groaned out loud.

"Let me get you something for the pain," Ruben offered.

"Thanks."

I couldn't believe it, biggest night of the year and I was in hospital. Some jerk had swerved off the road and hit me, breaking my leg in multiple places. Shit, I was by myself, my family over a hundred miles away.

Ruben looked down at me and lowered the bed. "We're going to give you a sedative, nothing serious, but I'll help with the pain and let you get some sleep."

"Are you staying?"

"I finish my shift in a while, but we have people here to monitor you while you sleep," Ruben reassured me.

I'd been lucky to have him attending to me, he was handsome and strong--that I do know. He easily lifted me into bed after the x-ray, I'd gasped with the pain and caught his scent; a faint deodorant barely masking the twelve hour shift that was about to end.

He took my line and pressed in a needle, emptying the syringe. "You partying tonight?" I casually asked.

"I am," he smiled. "Just some friends, nothing at a local bar." He removed the needle and fixed the pillows. "You'll feel better in a couple of minutes."

"Have a good time," I told him as I watched him leave.

"Thanks, I will."

Guest Post: Legion and Lover (1/6)

by Seuzz

"Turn," said the technician, and pressed her fingertip against Vincent's chin. He shifted his head fractionally to the right. "Look up. You don't have to open your eyes," she added in an amused tone.

"Thanks," Vincent murmured. "I wasn't planning to."

"Does the mirror bother you?"

"No. The face does."

He thought she'd say It's a nice face, but instead she said, "We can cover it."

"The face?"

"No, the mirror, smartass. It's for your benefit, not mine. I can see you just fine."

Vincent smiled faintly, though it probably wasn't visible through his thick beard. Then the smile turned into a snarl of pain as a sheet of fire engulfed his scalp. "Just so you know," he told her in a tight voice, "the nerves weren't dead. Only mostly dead."

"Sorry." She rubbed her hand -- encased in a latex glove -- over the smooth dome where, only moments before, Vincent had sported a close-cropped afro. "Want some cream on it?"

"Just give it a minute and I'm sure the anesthetic will kick in. It didn't hurt, I just felt it come off," he lied as his scalp screamed.

Seanday Treat: Take a Photo

"You want to take a photo? It'll last longer," John muttered as I watched him dress.

"I didn't know there was so much ink," I replied opening the camera on my phone.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "I was being sarcastic," he muttered under his breath.

"Oh," I apologised and closed the app. "So what can you tell me?"

"About what?" he sighed.

"You know, about John."

He said nothing as continued to smooth down the tight muscular pectorals that hung from his shoulder. In the mirror opposite he began to turn left and right studying his reflection.

He stretched, pulling at the skin on his tattooed bicep. "Yeah, this is good fit. One of the best I've had."

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Seanday Treats: Student Twist

It was about nine in the morning, it had been a fantastic night in the club. Jack and myself had a string of numbers written on scraps stuffed in our pockets. We'd even scored a few times in the carpark throughout the night.

Jack raked his fingers through his black hair and punched my side. "Hey Tony, what a night huh?"

"Too right," I laughed punching him back, he was solidly built like all the rugby player. I nodded my chin at him. "How many numbers did you get."

He pulled a handful from his pocket, then searched the others. "Six, what about you?"

"Seven," I laughed. "Guess they prefer the wrestlers." As we compared numbers.

"Hey! That one doesn't count," Jack moaned. "That's a bloke!"

"It's a number and he was pretty eager to meet up with me," I said pushing Jack. "So it counts all right?"

"Whatever," Jack muttered.

A taxi dropped us back at the accommodation block at the university. Each of the apartments had four bedrooms and a shared lounge/kitchen area.

We jogged up the flights of stairs, pushing and laughing as we went, then I stopped in my tracks. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten," Jack replied, then his face dropped. "Fuck, you don't think?"

"I dunno," I replied as I opened the door to the apartment and looked inside. It was quiet--thankfully. Jack hung back, but I pulled him inside. "If I'm going to fucked over, so are you!" I growled.

I walked over to one of the bedrooms, the key was in the lock. Unlocking it I slowly opened the door and stepping inside.

"You fuckers!"

Jack stepped next in next to me.

Sitting on the bed, pillows grasped at their groins where the real Jack and Tony.

Seanday Treats: Muscle Growth

I looked down at Marcus, he was a fine specimen. I'd followed him on Instagram, watched his progress as he grew larger and larger.

In my profession, I had to know every muscle in his body. I could tell you each ones name if you like, I'd spent a lot of time and money to get where I was, but I still wasn't happy.

Knowing about the body--I thought, might help me grow like Marcus. But like they all say its down to the genes, unless you want to use drugs. I'd seen what they do to a man, and it's not nice.

So here we are, I got a recommendation and I can't believe I'm in his house massaging the pain from Marcus' muscles. I shook my head as he let out quite groans of pleasure as I worked my way through the various muscle groups.

Being this close, feeling his body like this only made me want it even more. I worked my way along his torso, concentrating on each arm in turn, then his shoulders and neck. He said little during the session, as I started to kneed his pecs, thick heavy muscle below my hands. Damn, this was making me tingle all over--the thrill of actually touching this behemoth I'd lusted over the past two years.

Seanday Treats: Soldiers Life for Me

Lucy laid in the bed enjoying the luxurious red sheets and the way the room was furnished. It was the best room in the hotel, it had cost her all the money his had, but it was worth it.

She looked over at the dark skinned soldier laying next to her. "Damn, you really are built." It wasn't a lie, Ricks was in prime shape, more than Lucy had dared hope for.

"I think I'm right saying you enjoyed your last night on this world," Lucy murmured, "I'll guess I'll find out for myself in a while."

She pulled back the sheets and stood for a moment, basking at the vision of Ricks' perfect physique. "Of you'll do fine," she said.

Lucy was lean, more like a swimmer. At only eighteen, she'd not been with anyone like the twenty-six year old soldier before.

Seanday Treats: Captain's Choice

It was late night practice at the college gym, the wrestling team had been worked hard by the captain Mark, he was the largest of the group.

As they finished Mark told them to cool off, with some stretches. They looked at him, his thick heavy chest stretching the fabric of his white shirt.

Each of the other four team members looked at each other as I walked into the gym.

"Sorry man, this is a closed session," Mark called out to me. If you come back in 10 minutes we'll be done.

The other wrestlers closed ranks around Mark, but I continued to walk towards the group.

"Who do you want? Coach? He's gone now, it's just us."

"I know," I replied. "Just my boys--and you."

"Your boys?" He repeated, sounding a little confused. "Do I know you?"

"They're on my team, have been for the past few days."

Seanday Treats: Just one Sip

Drake made a grab for Richards beer.

"What the fuck, get your own dude," Richard yelled pushing Drake away.

"The kegs empty, this party is drying up."

"I don't give a shit. Who the fuck are you anyway? I've not seen you in the frat before, you know this is private party."

Drake made another grab for the beer. "Just a sip bro'."

Seanday Treats: Second-Skin

"Caption This, 26th December 2015"
Original idea from BodyPlast by Lemapp

The last of what I needed to get away had arrived.

I was a watched man, in deep trouble. They all knew what I looked like, skinny, a cute, young face, wavy blonde hair. Damn, sometimes I hated being so attractive.

I opened the box and studied its contents. It was an upper muscle-suit, thick heavy muscles hung from the garment. I touched the flesh, it was warm and as I moved the sleeves the muscles grew. "This is going to work, I know it!"

I was one of the last in the block, I'd screwed the developers taking money and then not moving. They were pissed and were waiting for me. I'd have left long ago if I'd known it was the mob that owned the building.

Collecting together the other items, I loaded up my bag. As I left the apartment I turned and for a moment wished I hadn't been so stupid. Closing the door I locked it for one final time and went down to the second floor.

From my pocket I pulled out a canister, took a deep breath and knocked on 2C--the last of the other residents. It opened and I was looking into the eyes of Raymond Dezcheckov. He opened his mouth to say something and I sprayed the contents of the can into his face. He gasped and fell into my arms, damn he was heavy.

Caption This (26th Dec)

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Seanday Treats: Zero Resistance

"Casey Bridges, you're being held because you're a suspect," the officer growled.

"You can't arrest me, I've done nothing wrong!" Bridges yelled.

"Sir, you've been brought in because it's likely you will do something."

"What? What are you talking about?"

The officer laid a hand on Bridges shoulder and held him tightly. "Don't struggle, you'll be released soon, before you know it."

"Fuck you, then I'll sue your ass."

The officer pushed him to face the wall, "Just stand here." The officer grasped the back of Bridges head and with a jerk slammed it into the wall.

Holiday Body Bundle

Since I've been really busy recently and therefore really slacking on posting, I figured I would post several shorts in one post as an apology gift/Christmas gift to the visitors, each with their own sort of holiday theme. Also, I wanted to thank all of you for being so welcoming with my addition here and for enjoying my posts! Love you guys! Hope you all have a happy holiday season! Anyways, on with the stories...

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Elliot woke up Christmas morning with a stretch. He walked through his little apartment from his room to the living room and saw the little bag sitting on his dining room table. The big man up north came through again. He excitedly approached it and tore through the tissue paper. At the bottom of the package was a small pair of blue striped briefs.

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Lucky Find!

by Carlos Palanca

For years, I have been able to get inside people and possess their bodies. I would push my shorter and more slender frame and take control of their bodies. It wasn’t easy though. I had to sneak up behind them in a secluded place while they’re distracted because if they see me, they could easily beat me up. Another downside is the fact that I couldn’t stay inside them for as long as I want, I get pushed out of their bodies after 12 hours, leaving them unconscious on the ground. It used to happen quite often until I found Matt.

I moved to my new house a few months ago and the basement was filled all sorts of junk and old furniture. Everywhere I look and turn, I see boxes filled with old books, and clothes. These must have belonged to the previous (and dead) owner. As I was scavenging the boxes of something worth selling and throwing, I found a secret door. It was locked! Luckily, I immediately and conveniently found the key on the door frame. As I opened it up, the room was filled with even more clothes, but the room was still alien compared to the rest of the basement. It was clean and white but it was filled with a lot of clothes racks. There was still room behind the racks so I moved them until there was enough room for me to pass through. There, I saw a table, with a desktop computer and some workout equipment but what really caught my attention was the fact that there was a naked man slumped against a couch! His mouth was partly opened but his eyes were open and staring blankly to the ceiling.

I rushed towards him. I reached out for his arm and check for a pulse. But as I pressed my fingers onto his wrist, his arm collapsed under the pressure exerted by my fingers like it was hallow. I did the same to the other arm and his neck and the same thing happened. For my final attempt, I pressed his chest and it collapsed like the rest of his body.

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Becoming an American

“Give me that bottle.” Uncle Arturo ordered in his new voice.

Javier handed him the bottle of water and Uncle Arturo dumped it over himself, rolling his shoulders forward, cracking his neck, and taking a few sips.

“These gringos aren’t adapted for this type of climate.” He said wiping off his brow.

Javier was planning on moving to America, but he had been arrested a few times in his home country of Mexico, plus coming into America was a pain in the ass because of Customs and Border Patrol. It turned out his Uncle Arturo had a more permanent solution; all you need is his special pills and an American. Uncle Arturo had picked up this particular one at a spring break resort. Moments earlier, he had slipped on the American boy and seemed to be picking up all of the mannerisms and memories of the boy within the minutes following.