Giocando con la sorte (playing with destiny)

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At a bar in “Città Eterna” (Rome, Italy), the twins; Fate and Destiny were having a heated discussion with Serendipity regarding the souls of humans.

Serendipity was arguing that If a soul was good and strong, it would pass judgement regardless of the mortal body that contained it. But if it was weak the mortal body could overwhelm the soul causing a change in the judgement; for good or worse.

The twins were in doubt, arguing that the destiny of a mortal body had already been judged according to the soul it contained at birth.

A number of shots later and they were still arguing.

"For Satan's sake." Hissed the bartender. "All this bitching is giving me a headache. Just swap some guys will you!"

They looked at each other, and another argument started as to who should be the subjects.

A fist hit the table, and the three looked around. It was the bartender again. He threw a shot of Whisky on the bar and painted a circle in it. Faces twisted and contorted in the ripples and settled.

"These two will do." He groaned rolling his eyes.

With a snap of his fingers there was a flash, and a sulphur stench. He winked, "I like a bit of theatre." And the swap was in place.

Both Sam and Renzo were about to cross paths in life's uncertain journey.

Each woke dazed in unfamiliar environments. Sam woke in front of a television, the sounds dull and muffled; the images blurry with muted colours. Although the chair he found himself in was somehow comfortable and reassuring.

The bartender clapped; sparks flew, "It's all very well watching, but we need to find out what's happening below the surface."

The three looked over quizzically.

He tumbled his fingers, and the images changed to words, then garbled native whispers.

The whispers changed, shuffled and organised themselves. "Pfft, thoughts and memories are such hard work." The bartender muttered under his breath.

I just opened my eyes and I catch a weird smell. My mind black out, when I wake up I know all about this guy Renzo.

The bad smell comes from me, it's a week that this guy does not shower. Fuck, this guy was an asshole.

I look at my hands, white fur on them, they are rough, this body passed through lots of things. I stand up, I need a shower, I cannot stand this.

The words were awkward, sometimes disjointed, the three looked up at the bartender. He shrugged, "So my Italian isn't great, bite me!"

A sound of laughs come from outside, I look outside the window, there are five guys playing in the garden of my house, as soon as they see me looking at them the youngest says "look the filthy grandpa woke up", and they run away.

I go to the bathroom and I take a shower. Fuck I have a belly, and I have pain coming from my right knee. I remember now, this body had major injury training for boxing. I was in the body of a boxer champion, an ex retired boxer champion, who had given up his life. What a waste.

Now I am refreshed, but there are no clean clothes around. While I search for something to put on I find only pizza leftovers and dirty underwear. No no no...I have to change all this!

“Pfft, sounds like a looser to me.” The bartender groans, scratching his chin.

Serendipity shoots the bartender a look, and he bites his lip.

"What's the other guy doing?" Fate chipped in.

The bartender tapped and flicked the image in the pool of Whisky; it changed again.

To test the two the bartender had made sure that both were aware of what had happened, although not the reason why. Each knew and understood the others commitments and history, but was not mortally tied to their destinies.

When Renzo woke, he was a little startled. He found himself laying on the grass in the grounds of an Italian university. His senses where a little overwhelmed from within Sam, his eyesight and hearing had gradually been failing him over the years.

“Now let’s turn up the volume and listen to the other guy.” The bartender spins on the spot and with a snap of his fingers, he points at the pool of Whisky where words drift from the images again.

I just opened my eyes and everything feels so different, so vivid.... I am on a grass field and my mind is processing lots of information. Fuck this biceps are nice!

The new Sam glanced over his much younger body, feeling the toned biceps and powerful chest.

I am Sam now a 28 years old fit jock. I could not have been more lucky, I have a new start! And in this fucking handsome body.

I cannot understand why I am not wearing spandex or running tight clothes, the previous owner of this body should have been a shy guy, who didn't want to show off. But the feeling down my legs tells me there is a lot to be shown.

There was a shout from behind. Sam turned to see an equally big guy.

"Hey Sam, you going to be lazy for the rest of the day or come home with me?" The guy waggled his eyebrows with a big grin.

Not knowing what else to do, Sam jumped to his feet and walked over. "Where's the car?"

"Car?" The guy asked with surprise, "Since when did you take the car, we're running back."

Who is this guy? Alessandro. He is cute and he challenges me to be faster than him to run back home, nothing more easy.

Before Sam could say anything, Alessandro was jogging away. With new found strength, Sam gave chase effortlessly.

After 3 miles I have no pain and I have not sweated at all, this body is great. And this smell, I love it, I'm young again, I am strong, I want see myself naked, I have to. We are at home. New memories come back to me, fuck, Alessandro is my boyfriend? But not for much longer! I am a faggot, shit! I am the one in charge of this body now, and I want freedom, I want to do whatever I want!

I go to the bathroom, finally I can see myself in a mirror. Wow, black hair, funny hair, completely smooth body, six-pack, sensitive nipples.... even when I was at top of my shape I was not so well defined, but surely I was bigger. Nothing to complain about anyway.

This face is funny to look at, I look like a guy to rely on, an angel face...with devil inside. And this stupid guy was hiding this physique with an XL t-shirt, I have to change this. Now let me take off pants and underwear. Red boxer briefs, another thing that needs to be changed! But the package inside is far beyond my expectation: uncut and definitely an improvement!

I start showering, thinking about all changes I wanna do to this body and this life to suit me at best, when Alessandro come in naked. “Hey Sammy, let's shower together! Moreover you win the race, so I have to give you your reward!” Reward? He kissed me and then he goes on his knees. Fuck, I can do nothing or I will look weird, moreover I am still hard for exploring my body.

He starts slowly to blow me. Nice mouth, nice rhythm, this guys knows what to do. But I am not gay, not anymore, and I planned another life for Sam. I cum for the first time in this body and I deliver my load into Alessandro's mouth, what a waste. But it was so fucking awesome. I have to get rid of Alessandro and start my new life. As soon as I cum an evil smile is on my new face. Awesome.

Shivers went down Sam's spine again as he thought of having a boyfriend it was something quite alien to him, so that night Sam instigated a huge argument with Alessandro. With a strong arm he punched him in the face and demanded he left. Confused and wounded Alessandro left that very night.

“Sounds perfectly evil and manipulative to me.” Chuckles the bartender. The words change back to images and the four of them watch the lives unfold. Renzo's soul darkened further and Sam's mortal body was suffering.

Destiny chirped, "See I knew this would happen. There is no point in continuing."

"Hold on," interrupted the bartender, "lets fast forward a bit." With that he drew a finger through the pool of whisky and the image changed by 72 hours.

They all peered into the pool Whisky, it appeared after dumping Alessandro Sam changes his image, he gets a tattoo; a heavy tribal one that reaches from his shoulder down to his wrist. Splashes some cash for a new wardrobe of clothes and also empties out the bank account.

He also quits his job at the University and heads to the coast getting a part time job as a deck hand on a tourist sightseeing boat. With new tourists all the time, he starts to sleep around with girls partying until late. From party to party from drinks to drugs his soul darkened further. But Sam's mortal body, with all the good it had achieved was unable to maintain its previous values.

Fate had to agree with Destiny, it wasn't looking good for Sam's mortal body.

The bartender bleated, "This is getting boring." With a flick of the finger he fast forwarded again, this time a month.

As time rushed forward for the two, they saw images of Renzo. With Sam inside the much older body, his decisions were limited. He'd learnt that Renzo was once a great boxer earning many belts and was quite wealthy, but due to a near fatal injury he'd retired and spent most of his life in a state of bitterness at his home alone.

Sam puffed on a fat cigar, the only vice he'd been unable to give up. He was an intelligent man, and felt very disappointed when he discovered how Renzo had wasted his life away in bitterness and self pity. His warm nature, over the days started to change the darkened mortal body that had been tainted by the real Renzo for so many years.

As the weeks passed, Renzo dragged himself out of the mire making contact with community once more. It was a rough neighbourhood with lots of kids and young adults getting into trouble because there was nothing to do. They'd hang out on corners cussing and threatening people that hinted at any possibility of confrontation.

Back in the bar, the bartender rubbed his chin and looked over at Serendipity who was clearly smiling to himself. The bartender stirred the Whisky again, and another couple of weeks passed.

The images calmed and the streets were clear, although shouting could still be heard from a nearby door. Inside the room opened up into a huge hall. It was dirty, and smelt of hard work and devotion - there were grunts, and yells from around the hall. Renzo had gone back to what knew best, from deep inside his mortal body Sam had drawn on the boxers experiences. With his kept wealth he'd purchased the building making it something for the community, inside was a boxing ring, punch bags hanging from the ceiling and kid's of all ages training together.

From the bar Serendipity gave a smug grin when Fate and Destiny looked over; "I knew it was possible, just look at Renzo." They looked over and what once was a dark and hopeless case had been replaced with the glowing attributes that could have been found in Sam's original mortal body.

"You see, out of the two of them Sam has achieved the most. He's pulled back Renzo's ultimate failure restoring him to a worthy candidate."

Serendipity fished his finger around in the Whisky and the image changed to Sam's mortal body; clearly it had been seriously tarnished. The image showed Sam slumped in a doorway; his hair matted and dirty, grime bedded deeply in his skin. A needle on the floor; wisps of white foam escaped his mouth as people walked past him ignoring him completely.

The bartender rubbed his hands, "Looks like one for me." He smiled.

Serendipity looked up into his eyes and shook his head....

Back In BackStage

from the Sean M. archive

James was getting nervous it was almost his turn to take the stage at the county junior bodybuilding finals.

His coach assured him that the “red mist” would come and before he knew it he would have finished. James was a little reassured, the coach was always right just before he was due to go on stage he would blank out, and before he knew it his session was over and he was back in the locker room – from the video’s afterwards he watched himself and was always impressed by his routine even though he never remembered it.

Coach went through the routine with James again as he did he looked over James’s shoulder at his son Peter, and gave him a nod. As James practiced his routine in front of the coach, he paused and let out a low groan as Peter pushed into James’s body – it was evident where James got his confidence during his routines onstage. Peter flexed James body; “he’s put a lot of work into his body since I was last inside him” James said. “Yes” replied the coach “now get out there, they’ve just called you”.

Peter gave his best performance yet, but sadly it would be James that would be taking the credit...

Caption This! (14th April)

**THE STORIES ARE IN THE COMMENTS**

Sun and Fun

by Erick S.

"Damn! Why can't I remember my wife's cell phone number? 305-275... No, that's not right... 305-275... I have to remember! I have to tell her that I'm trapped in this kid's body... That the man she thinks is her husband isn't really... Wait, wife? What the fuck am I thinking? I ain't got a wife. Fuck no. Man, and why do I keep thinkin' I've got a wife and kids? And some job? Dude, what did I have this phone book for again? Oh yeah that's right, gotta order some pizzas for the frat house tonight. We're gonna need some fuckin' nomz when we get back from the beach today!"

All Darryl had wanted was to escape his life for a little bit, live the life of a young college stud without a care in the world. Seemed like such a great idea at the time, and he'd found the perfect kid to swap with. Even better, it seemed like the swap had left the kid completely unaware that anything had changed. He simply blinked his eyes and went on living Darryl's life while Darryl enjoyed a weekend of sun and fun. But that had been a couple of weekends ago now. Or maybe a couple of months ago? When had that weekend been, exactly?

"You OK, bro?" one of Darryl's frat bros came up behind him, "Man, you've been spacing the fuck out lately."

"Shut the hell up, bro," said Darryl with a drawl, "Orderin' us some pizzas."

"All right, all right. But as soon as you're done you gotta get back down there, man. Stu just got back with some more Coronas."

"Fuckin' right, bro!" said Darryl, "Be there in a few!"

Photo Shoot

by Erick S.

"Scott!" I said from behind the camera, "Scott! Come on, focus!"

"Sorry," he said, "But look! My toes! I can even move my toes! That feels so weird! Like they're not my toes, but they are!"

I knew this was a mistake, but my usual model was stuck at the airport in London and there was no way he was going to make it back in time for this shoot. I figured my buddy Scott could step in, since he'd always seem interested in trying modeling for me. Plus, this wasn't anything too high-profile, just a fitness shoot with one of my muscle models.

"And you mean you have more of these... suits?" he said, "Like all different kinds? Oh, I want to try that guy you shot last week! That really hunky fashion model with the blue eyes!"

"We're not shooting him today, Scott," I said, gritting my teeth, "We're shooting the muscle model. So will you try... I don't know, flexing or something?"

I'd never really had to give direction like this. My usual model just knew what to do. No matter what body I had him wearing, he just knew how to make it work.

"Like this?" Scott said, awkwardly raising an arm and making a muscle as though it was clearly his first time doing so.

"Whoa!" he said, his eyes wide, "Look at that!"

"You know what, Scott," I said, putting down my camera, "Why don't we call it a day? Go ahead and get changed out of that suit, and I'm going to get things packed up. That's a wrap."

"Cool," said Scott, "That was easy! Hey -- do you think next time you need to do a shoot with that hunky guy, I could try being him?"

"We'll see, Scott," I said, "We'll see."

UK vacation switch

When I planned my trip to the UK I didn’t expect to never return back to the United States. I guess I should start from the beginning, hello I am James and I am a college student from Cal State Sacramento studying criminal justice.

Me

Originally when planning my trip to London there was going to be our usual group of 4traveling, My girlfriend Jennifer and I along with our friends Alex and his girl Michelle.

Jennifer and I had a falling out and broke up when I caught her cheating on me with Alex, so you see the dilemma with the people going. I had already paid for my ticket and hers along with hotel in London. Luckily I was able to convince British Airways to refund one of the tickets so I could have more money for the trip and decided to go it alone.

I arrived in London and the cab driver took me to the Radisson Edwardian Bloomsbury Street Hotel, Yeah in England apparently hotels have very long names but it’s a five star hotel and I had a suite to myself so it was good few blocks from Buckingham Palace is what the map said but I had no idea where anything was. I walked in the hotel checked in and went straight to the room to check things out and relax before my adventure and immediately passed out on the bed when I walked in.

I must have been tired because I woke up the next day around 8am after sleeping 14hours. I got dressed and headed downstairs to see if they had any tours I could sign up for and see the city. I got the last ticket for a tour of London and got on the bus to go on the tour. The tour drove around the city stopping at various places to see along the way and letting us get off to take photos. At Buckingham Palace I decided to venture off and would just walk back to the hotel to see a little more since it was only 5pm. I walked around the palace area taking photos with my Canon 50D camera getting some amazing shots.

Ian

After about an hour I wanted to walk back and couldn’t figure out what direction to go so I started walking a direction that I remembered from the cab ride form the airport. I walked for about 30 minutes when I finally decided I was lost and needed help. My iPhone would be ridiculous to use in UK in charges so I went into an electronics store to walk around and get directions. I got to talking to another college guy from the University of London, named Ian, and he said he knew the way back to the hotel and I was really in the wrong direction.He had a car outside and could drive me back to the hotel and show me more of London if I wanted.

Walking up to the parking garage he showed me his 2012 white Land Rover Range Rover.

 “thanks again Ian for giving me the ride and tour I really have no idea about anything here in London.” I said. “Its not a problem just helping out a tourist and you seem cool.” He said.

He showed me all the sights of London and we got some sandwiches where the waitress spilled Coke all over my clothes. “Don’t worry we are near my place and you look like you wear similar sizes you can have some of my clothes and look less of a tourist” He explained. We both had a good laugh and he drove over to his house and we went up. The place was huge and looked like a celebrity would live there. He explained his parents died in an accident and left him a lot of money and he would never have to work a day in his life. Ashe picked out clothes for me I explained how I am a broke college student who just broke up with my girlfriend, which is why I am on vacation alone.

He handed me some clothes and said put these on and I will get you a bag for your wet clothes. He gave me from boxers all the way up in clothes and I was surprised but quickly put them on.

He returned with a bag and said damn you look good in those clothes mate and took my old clothes and put them in the bag and took them to the washer and dryer.At this point I was getting tired and he said since its late if I wouldn’t mind sleeping in the guest room and he would take me out tomorrow for a tour and back to the hotel. I agreed and stripped down to just the boxers and quickly went to sleep.

The next morning the surroundings looked a little different but I figured it was just cause I wasn’t used to being in this house. I stood up and noticed I wasn't wearing anything and could have sworn that I had boxers on. I went to the bathroom and when I looked in the mirror I saw Ian staring back at me. “what the hell?” I thought. I explored my body to find out it was true I had swapped with Ian. I quickly ran to the guest room that I was sleeping in and found that my body was still sleeping. I woke him up and he noticed right away his naked body was standing over him.

I sat on the bed and talked for a bit about what we think happened but we couldn't figure it out. I never noticed how hot my body looked, wait what did I just think? How am I thinking about this. Oh how I can see the outline of my old cock in the boxers and wait I am getting hard in Ian’s body. Is Ian gay?

Ian noticed that I was getting hard and looked over and said “by now you are noticing that I have feelings for you and well guys and I am, I mean you are gay.” “I don’t want to be gay I was straight and happy with that” I cried. “Do you think I wanted to be straight?” He yelled

After arguing about this Ian confessed that he took my clothes before they went in the washer and jerked off with them and then threw them in the washer before he went to sleep. We tried a few things to swap back for the week I was in London and couldn't figure out what to do so we figured we could just try and live the others life and meet back in 6 months when I would pay for him to fly back now that I have Ian’s bank accounts I could do it hundreds of times.

He went back to the US to go to my school and finish the semester out and I would stay here as a gay British playboy millionaire.

Now after a month of being Ian I can say its fun being gay and being a millionaire but I do miss home a little. Ian and I email each other everyday and tell about what’s going on in our lives and he has a new girlfriend, which I am jealous of,and is enjoying the straight life. We even joked about if we never find a way to swap back we could just live out the others lives and he could even move in with me here or I could sell the home here and move to the states.

Well that's all the time I have right now, I have a date tonight with John a pretty hot guy I met in Manchester so things are looking up right now.

Weekend Visit

by Erick S.

I wasn't 100% sure about it, but let's just say it didn't go unnoticed by me that my brother Mike had planned a trip home coincidentally at the same time as the leather festival this weekend. I couldn't know for sure until he got here and I was able to hop into his body. I'd been doing it for years, ever since I was 13 and he was 16. Just found out I could do it one day out of the blue. Never been able to do it with anybody else, and I can only ever do it when he's here. So it's made it kind of tough since he moved to Denver, but at least I can still get some fun in when he comes to visit.

The cool thing about it is that me and my brother are both gay, but I'm not really out about it at all. I have a government job here in DC and most of my friends are pretty conservative, so it's just kind of tough. But not when I'm in Mike's body. Especially if he was here for the leather festival, I knew I was in for a fun weekend.

Practically as soon as he got home, I was inside of him. And not long after that, I was rummaging through his suitcase and sifting through his mind trying to get details about what he had planned for the weekend. Sure enough, I found plenty of hot gear tucked away at the bottom of his suitcase, and I discovered through his memories that there were already a couple of hot studs who he had planned hookups with. I'm sure I'd find a few more while I was out in his body. He kept in much better shape than I did, and I'd always thought he was the better-looking one.

"Oh yeah," I said, pulling out a nice leather harness, "Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Damn, Mike, I didn't know you were into that! Looks like we're definitely going to have some fun this weekend!"

Caption This! (7th April)

**THE STORIES ARE IN THE COMMENTS**

I knocked on the door, looking up and down the empty corridor of the university complex.

"Yeah, come in." I heard Danny shout.

Walking in I immediately headed for the kitchen, Danny always had a well stocked fridge of beers.

Cracking it open took a big chug and walked into the den. What I saw caused me to choke an then shower the room with the mouthful of beer I had.

Danny let out a huge laugh, "Dude, don't waste the beer!"

"But, but..." I stammered, "Tebow, one of the greatest quarterbacks is sitting on YOUR couch watching YOUR TV!"

He sniggered and punched Tebow in the arm, "Say Hi to my bud, Brody."

The big ox of a man, cast his eye's over to me mumbling, "Hi." tapping a two finger salute to his forehead.

I practically collapsed, my knees almost giving away, "But how? Wha?"

He chuckled, "Remember that new job I told you about?"

I nodded.

"Well I got it, I'm not meant to tell anyone but I'm a body double for my buddy Tebow here." he pat's Tebow's impressive thigh.

"Eh? You don't look anything like him though!"

Tebow looks over at Danny and smiles, "Put him out of his misery I think his heads going to explode."

Danny reached over to Tebow's face and pinched it, he pulled it and his face distorted. Letting it go it snapped back in to place. "Get the idea now?"

I just stood there for a couple of minutes with my mouth open, finally mustering a "Fuuuuck! You mean your job if to play dress up in a Tebow costume,"

"Bodysuit" he corrected me.

"Yeah, whatever." I continued, ".. and pretend to be him?"

"Yup, that's about it. When he's not playing I get to be him for all the celebrity shows. All the dull stuff, you know."

Then the penny dropped, "Wait, if that's a 'bodysuit' who the fuck is wearing it now?"

Danny and Tebow look at each other and smile. The giant stands up towering over me, I back away slightly as he leans over putting a meaty arm around my shoulder. He gives me a playful slap in the stomach knocking the wind out of me.

He looks over at Danny tipping his chin, "I gotta get going, mom will be wondering where I am." his voice was deep and rumbled around the room.

He made his way to the door, but Danny coughed. Tebow looked around, an innocent look on his face.

Danny, flicked his fingers a couple of times, "Nice try buddy but you'll have to leave him here."

With a grin Tebow replied, "Well it was worth a try."

I then had to watch Tebow stripping out of his gear, a vision I thought I'd take to the grave. Then my eyes widened as I watched Tebow stick his fingers in his mouth and pull his face up and back revealing the head of Jake, Danny's younger brother.

It was quite amazing to watch Jake wriggle and pull himself from the muscular suit. Finally he was kicking the Tebow's mouth from his foot. Quickly Jake got dressed and with a wave over his shoulder he was gone.

I looked over at Danny and bit my lip.

He sighed, "Go on then, Tebow's opening a mall at 3pm you can go in my place, I want to watch a game."

He didn't need to ask me twice, I'd stripped and was stretching out the suits mouth. The air inside the suit billowed out; the musky, sweaty smell of a teenager. I wrinkled my nose, "How long was Jake wearing this?"

Danny smiled, "From about six yesterday, definitely got a couple of hits at the nightclub."

I took a deep breath and pulled the suit on, wriggling and pulling it up my body. There was something about Jake's smell that was making me hard, perhaps it was the idea that within moments I'd be Tebow, either way it was making it very difficult to push my own dick into Tebow's sheath like appendage.

With a little bit of effort I finally pulled the quarterbacks head over mine. I reached down feeling every last part of my new body, "Fuc.." I stopped, "Fuuuuck!" I was surprised to hear Tebow's voice.

"Clever eh?" Danny smiled, he patted the couch. "Come and sit down, there's something I've always wanted to try, but couldn't really when Jake was wearing the big guy..."

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That's my contribution, you finish it off.

Should Have Thought Twice

by Erick S.

"There, there, sweetie," I said in a motherly tone, "You just lay down and relax now."

Jake struggled against his constraints, his screams muffled by the strap of tape across his mouth. The look of terror in his eyes was priceless. How could his own mother be doing this to him? But I could tell he was getting tired of fighting.

I caught my reflection in a mirror on Jake's door. His mom wasn't too bad-looking for an older lady. Bet I could use her body again to really fuck with some of my bros.

"Getting sleepy now, Jakey-poo?" I cooed as his eyes started to roll back in his head. I could tell now was the time to make my move before he passed out all the way.

I took a deep breath in, watching his mom's tits rise up on my chest. I held in my breath for a moment and then let it all out with one big exhale. I felt a rush as I exited his mom's body, separating from her as she fell to the floor. I gave myself a stretch. Wonderful that I could get my 6'2" muscular body inside her tiny 5'4" frame, but I definitely would have started feeling cramped in there after too long.

Although Jake had been nearly passed out, his eyes popped fully open again when he saw me.

"Yeah, kinda explains why your mom was able to pin you down and tie you up so easily, huh?"

I circled the bed, taking the little punk in. Kind of a prettyboy. Can't believe my sister was with a guy like him in the first place.

"So you're the shithead who broke my little sister's heart, huh?" I said, standing over him with my arms folded across my powerful chest. The little fucker was scared as shit, "Cheated on her? Though you'd play the field, huh?"

I ripped the tape off of his mouth so he could respond.

"Please..." he said, "I'm sorry --"

"Nah, too late for apologies, bro," I said, loosening the ties around his wrists and ankles, "I'm gonna make sure it's real hard for you to fuck around with girls from now on."

I held him down and took another deep breath. When I exhaled, I felt myself rushing into his body. I gasped and felt myself turned around, suddenly looking up at the ceiling. I looked down and saw Jake's body.

"Scrawny-ass motherfucker," I said with his voice.

I loosened the ties all the way and stood up, giving myself a second to get settled in Jake's body. It was always a bit nauseating for a second.

"You still in there, Jake?" I said, turning to the mirror. I knew perfectly well that he could see and hear and feel everything that I was doing with his body, "See, Jake, I know plenty of my gay friends who'd be into a prettyboy like you, and I'm going to make sure they all get their chance. And we're going to make some videos, and they're going to be all over the Internet."

I could feel him screaming on the inside. I simply grinned and stroked his goatee.

"And that's just the start of what I have planned for you, bro. Maybe you should have thought twice before you fucked around with my little sister."

Anniversary (Part 1?) by Curious

“Please? Can I just see what he looks like?” David pleaded Chris again. “What do you want to see him so badly for anyways?” David sighed, he was talking via some sort of video messenger once again to his long time pen-pal Chris. Chris stiffened a little; he hated when David was sad. “Alright fine…give me a sec.” Chris picked up his phone to look for a photo of his boyfriend of (soon-to-be) 2 years, Charles. “Here.” He raised his phone so the camera might see.



David smiled “He’s handsome but… I’m cuter right?” “Nope, definitely not!” Chris grinned, teasing David in a way he knew would cause him to make that cute, jealous face. David pouted slightly before breaking his facade, “Not funny!”

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David and Chris had met online nearly 4 years ago, but there was one problem; they lived on opposite ends of the country, Chris in Oregon and David in Rhode Island.

Of course time took its natural order of events, resulting in love.

This pained both of them deeply, although David continued to hope that maybe, someday, the fates would allow them to be together.

“Hey! You spacin’ out again, Fin?” David’s heart skipped a beat; he loved when Chris called him by his nickname. He loved swimming but “Fish” and “Flipper” just sounded awkward, so after much deliberation, his family finally decided on “Fin”.

“N-no!” David became tongue-tied, blushing slightly at Chris’ use of endearment. “Just uh…” “Daydreamin’ again?” Chris finished his sentence for him. “Maybe, but you know darling… I’m still waiting for you to say… you know-” “You know!” “Not funny!” David managed to squeeze in during Chris’ laughter. “You know I have a boyfriend…” “I know… but… there are different kinds of love, so why is it so bad for you just to say it?” “It just… is…” David smiled gently, “Your gaze in mine is enough.” He raised his hand. Chris raised his hand to meet David’s on the screen.

“It’s late dear, you better get some sleep.” David looked at the clock, “Yeah, I suppose you’re right… but I want to talk with you more anyways…” “We’ll have time tomorrow, I promise.” Chris lifted his pinky to the screen. “I’ll hold you to it!” David mimicked his action.

“I love you butt-head.” David said before blowing a kiss and ending the call.

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David crashed to his bed, sobbing. He wanted so badly to enjoy something as simple as feeling his hands lightly laced between Chris’… He began to think of Charles, and how it wasn’t fair that he is able to take those small things for granted. His final thoughts of the evening were of his head resting so lightly on Chris’ feeling, hearing his heartbeat, before his thoughts gave him respite.

In his dream he was flying about the sky, following a trail of light, not quite sure where it was going…
There was eventually a break in the clouds where the beam took a sharp dive and lead into a house. David followed it into a bedroom where it lead to the chest of… Charles? That was strange… Looking around, everything was so detailed… He cautiously approached Charles, wondering what exactly had lead him here, why this was so vivid. His thoughts were interrupted when a hand reached out of Charles’ chest and pulled David in.

Charles’ body let out a few moans and twisted around as it began to accompany for the new spirit to take control. “Ah, ah, ah!” was all it managed to sputter out before finally relaxing.

“Wh-what?” David felt different, slightly taller? He raised a hand to his head, surprised at the texture of his hair. He moved his hands to the front and stared at them; they were bigger and more rugged, the hands of someone who worked hard for these new muscles he was sporting. He ran his hands across his chest and arms, savoring the wonderful feeling of how firm everything was now. He began to feel his now-cobbled abs and gasped as blood began to flow to his new member…

Caption This! (31st March)

**THE STORIES ARE IN THE COMMENTS**

The Mixed Mirror

from the Sean M. archive

Mark sat on the table and watched the TV; there was a very strange program about mystics and ghostly spirits. It looked boring so he changed the channel, but he was surprised to find the same program on all channels – “Damn cable TV’s fucked again” he said.

If he’d looked behind him it would be obvious he had more to worry about as his reflection in the mirror turned and reached out for Mark’s back.

Mark’s facsimile hand broke through the boundary of the mirror and chilled hand touched his back. Suddenly Mark felt dizzy and their positions swapped; the original was in the mirror copying facsimile movements in the real world.

The spirit smiled at Mark trapped in the mirror, Mark could only smile back...