The Kidnap

I posed for a photo with Antonio, I whispered in his ear, “Need to talk privately for a couple of minutes.”

He shrugged and followed me out.

“You’ve heard about all these kidnappings and ransoms?” I asked.

“Yeah, kinda worrying.” He puts a hand on my heavy chest, “Good job I’ve got a close friend like you to protect me.” he says with raised eyebrows and a smile.

“Yeah, about that.” Without warning I slap a meaty hand across his mouth and push him back into the darkness.

I let him pull my hand away, “What the fuck are you doing John?” He asks.

With a grin I reply, “John’s not around at the moment, in fact he’s in a deep sleep but I’ll be waking him up in a while.”

With a confused look Antonio asks, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I took over John’s body two weeks ago. You were in the restaurant and you asked why I’d taken such a long time in the restroom? Well let’s just say he put up a valiant fight so I rewarded him with a slow and painful possession.”

Antonio’s jaw dropped, “You mean all we’ve done in the past two weeks it wasn’t John?”

“Correct, John would be so upset that you didn’t even notice any changes. I suppose I have played him well, but then it helps that I have full access to his memories - so don’t feel too bad about it.”

With a grin my tone deepens, “So to the matter at hand, your kidnapping. Who would suspect your closest friend to be involved? That’s why I always get away with them, perfect opportunities and perfect hiding places for my victims.”

Antonio, tried to make a move but I snapped my hand up to his mouth again only this time I pinched his nose as well cutting off his air.

His eyes looked up into mine searching for whatever remained of John, but within seconds he fell limp in my hands.

I let him slide to the ground as I pulled off my T-shirt and dropped my jeans. I lifted Antonio supporting him with a single meaty arm pulling him in close, his back against John’s 48” chest.

John looked up, his eyes rolled back as I released my control over him. From inside Antonio’s best friend I reached out through John’s chest pulling Antonio inside his friend.

Regaining control John blinked a couple of times and I rolled my shoulders. I rubbed my abs, “See perfect hiding place,” I flexed and stretched feeling Antonio settle inside, “you’ll be unconscious all the time, so I’m sorry you’ll miss the fun of being inside John.”

I shuffled over to the wall, my jeans still around my ankles. Placing both hands on the wall I braced myself.

John let out a low animalistic groan and with a bit of effort I pulled myself out of his broad back, the same way I’d entered him two weeks ago.

He stood there motionless as I collected my thoughts.

The reason I was inside for two weeks is simple, it takes me that long to train the unconscious mind to respond and bend to my will without question.

I slapped him on his back, “Wake up buddy.” He groaned turning to face me.

“It’s done?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said as he looked down and slowly rubbed his abs.

“I can feel him moving.” He said looking up with a worried expression.

“Don’t worry, he’s asleep and will remain so while he’s inside you.” I reassured him, “Now get yourself dressed.”

I watched him pull his jeans on, then the t-shirt which stretched tight across his chest.

I clicked my fingers a couple of times to get his full attention, “Now go back to the club, you’ll remember the past two weeks as your own memories and have no recollection of ever knowing me or what happened tonight. But if you hear the phrase ‘nail me down’ from any person it’ll be me, so you’ll instantly remember what I’ve taught you.”

He nods then blinks a couple of times looking at me as if I’m a total stranger, with a sneer he pushes past me and returns to the club.

Feeling a little naked, I look around to see who’s available for me slip into.

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Moving Story

“For fucks sake, let me at least finish my beer will ya?” Tyler growls.

He prods the unconscious teenager with a finger, who moans a little. “Who is this fuck-wit anyway?”

“Just some kid from my class” I reply, biting my lip trying not to look at Tyler.

I glance over and his eyes narrowed.

“Really, just some kid.” I repeat.

“Ok, whatever. I really don’t have time for this shit. Get your fucking arse over here.”

I amble over and stand in front of Tyler, my hands behind my back.

He rolls his eyes sighing “Turn around.”

I feel him tightly grasp the back of my neck, pushing and guiding me like some kind of rag doll until I’m directly behind the kid. He pushes me up against his arse; I shift uncomfortably.

“Keep still!” Tyler growls in my ear.

Tyler then without warning pushes my head down hard. I close my eyes; it’s all I can do.

I expect to feel a crack as our skulls hit, but all I feel is cold steel against my cheek. Opening my eyes again I blink and try to focus, there is a dull drumming in my head.

I push myself up and look at the hood on the pickup. I shake my head; a mistake as the world around me swims, and I immediately throw up.

Tyler steps back, “Shit.”

My eyes focus on the reflection in the windshield, “Fuck!” Was all I could muster.

Tyler, gingerly walks over grabbing my face in his hand. He looks into my dormant eyes and clicks his fingers a couple of times. “Hey, hey.” He knocks on my head, “You OK in there?”

Suddenly I see him smile as my eyes clear and focus on his.

“There you go, welcome back!” He smiles, “Thought I’d lost you for a moment then. Come find me when you want out OK?”

I slowly nodded and he took another gulp of beer and walked back into the crowd.

Staggering to a quiet corner I collect my thoughts. Could I get away with it?

Today was David’s last day at school, his wealthy parents were moving across the country where his dad had just got a new job in some media company.

My life sucked, surely David’s couldn’t be any worse?

I knew enough about David to pull off a convincing act, besides he told me that he hardly saw his parents.

As for Tyler I don’t think he gives a toss.

Secret Admirer

“Man, Ryan has such a perfect body…” I said looking down at my newly acquired shall we say, “home”?

Ryan had always been popular throughout life, and everything seemed to just come natural to him. I always wanted to talk with him but when I would try to speak with him, I would start stuttering and he would smile that kind smile and continue on his way. He never made me feel stupid, or insignificant, but I couldn’t help but wonder where that natural confidence came from. Why was he able to saunter around with such an ease?

I wanted to find out and I would sneak glances at him in the hall when I’d see him, but man… I wasn’t getting any results and knew I would have to infiltrate his group of friends, but I was so awkward that there was no way I could join without being too obvious what my intentions were…

When I got home I instantly started up the computer and began to look up ways to accomplish my task when a weird chat window popped up and asked “Would you like to see what it’s like?” and I thought to myself “What what is like?” and it sent another message “To be bathed in his light, you can experience this through one of his friends or really… anyone you want!”

This was getting weird… I thought yeah but that wasn’t pos- I stopped mid-thought as I began to feel an immense pressure in my head and the pain had me moaning for it to stop. When just as soon as it started it stopped, and I felt my hands being raised then run down my torso to my pants where it began to undo my pants.

“It could be this easy, you know…” I felt my vocal chords say.

“What?” I thought, powerless to control even the littlest stretch of my body.

“Mm… ah yeah..” My body began to moan as it was stroking my cock, something that felt so familiar and yet… being a passenger in my own self felt completely different and I enjoyed it too, although it was a little forced. My other hand began to fondle the rest of my genitals, the force making me lick my lips.

“This… ah… j-j-just taking over othe-r-r-r people…” My head looked to the ceiling and I heard in my mind “Like this!” and simultaneously my body came, and both I and the stranger were ejected from my body.

It was a boy about my age, maybe a little younger.

“You enjoy that, stud?” his essence winked at me.

If I could have blushed I would have. “So uh… what do I do?”

“Ah, you’re no fun!” He stuck his tongue out at me.

“It’s easy, just find your target and envelop their head… Like this!” I was both mortified and enchanted as I saw him begin to press into my body’s head as it lay there wincing, awaiting another master to tell it what to do.

He smirked using my lips, an odd sight considering I was never smug… He began to take my cum and rub it upon himself.

This was kind of disturbing, watching your own body do these things that were so natural, and yet, somehow too personal.

“What’s the catch?” I ask him.

“Oh.. nothing much… Just uh…” (he raised some of the cum to my lips) “Delicious…. Let me keep your body for a little while. Nothing much, I’ll just go on pretending to be you, and don’t worry, I’m not going to rob a bank or anything. I won’t do anything too out of the usual.” He winked, “Now go have fun!” and suddenly I felt my soul being propelled to some unknown location when I saw him… Ryan.

He was painting, I looked about and this appeared to be his room. Such remarkable works of art were scattered about his room, I would have been slack-jawed in appreciation if I could have…

I looked to what he was painting and it appeared to be a portrait of a dove. I smiled, he seemed so mature and yet… so innocent… I watched him finish the painting, admiring every contour of his muscles as they moved in accordance with his whim as he created this complex, yet innocent masterpiece.

I watched as he stood up and walked out of the room, I followed him, not being really sure what else to do. He was heading to the bathroom, maybe a shower? He was a little mess from all that paint. My heart would have been racing fast as I watched him strip down to his underwear and start the water. Mm… He took off the rest and his cock… Well, there’s no way to explain how glorious that beautiful, cut, beast was! It reached nearly down to his knees and he wasn’t even hard!

I wanted to touch it but still unsure of how to do anything in my ghostly form I could only watch as he began to lather those wonderful muscles in soap… Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I slammed into him, pushing harder and harder with each passing second. I could feel his consciousness slowly blacking out. I felt him resisting as I pushed in and he began to moan, which caused me to push further into him. It felt like pushing through water; water that didn’t want anything to go in or out but eventually I pushed through and took my first breath as Ryan; feeling the wonderful expansion of my powerful chest.

I looked down, “Hello friend…” I said to my new member as I reached for some body wash and began to lather it up… “Ah…” It felt strange to feel my member growing, I mean… It was familiar in the sense that I’ve had erections before, but also different because of the size…

I felt it growing with every beat of Ryan’s heart before I couldn’t take it anymore; I began to stroke with feral intensity, licking his lips and occasionally flicking one of his nipples while massaging my new package in its entirety. I was moaning, but with Ryan’s vocal chords, this was so hot… I could hear this stud’s sounds of pleasure echo back to me through the bathroom, only increasing my excitement. I began to feel a pressure growing in my loins and I fought for as long as I could to keep it back, but not being used to this body it sprayed all over his chest, and arms. I laughed to myself, still breathing heavily from that experience. “Man… I can’t wait to try that with someone else, stud.” I felt my glorious body in its entirety, only passing to fondle my new sac a bit before continuing…

Not leaving anyplace unchecked, I felt a slightly pleasure as slowly pushed one of my fingers into my new anus, enjoying the rush

Man, the things I was planning for this body!

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In the Net

from the Sean M. archive

This was the only way to travel and so convenient, it’s true I haven’t been in my own body for at least two years now – in fact it’s probably in the hospital in a coma like state.

I had discovered ancient writings that allowed a person to inhabit another’s body, effectively consuming their spirit and becoming a duplicate of it. The effect stops the body rejecting the invasion and allows full access to the host’s memories. Of course the reverse happened when you left a host; the original spirit would be left with no ill effects apart from a case of amnesia.

Finding new hosts was a piece of cake with the internet, there was always a hot jock in some part of the world that is willing to give a private one on one video show for some cash.

Take this fine specimen, I set up a chat with Craig and he was just warming up flexing for me when he “looked” at me straight in the eyes I whispered the spell and within a flash I was looking back at my previous host. Even though Craig had a huge body it was tight inside with two spirits. Before his body could react I turned and latched onto Craig’s spirit quickly consuming it. Using it as a template I quickly changed into a duplicate of Craig’s spirit and eased myself into the position that the rightful owner has occupied only seconds earlier.

I sensed Craig’s body relax unaware of its new occupant, I smiled and flexed using Craig’s body for my previous host on the computer. This will do fine I thought to myself; at least till next time...

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Giocando con la sorte (playing with destiny)

special commission for a very good friend, samgioba

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...

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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."