New Author - Gary Travis

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by Gary Travis

Traveller - Sunday Bonus (20th May)

Riffling through the guys gym bag I found his iPod, I stuck the ear-buds in and started to listen to what he had to offer.

“Not bad tunes.” I said to myself. Quickly I looked around realising I’d said it out loud.

A beauty opposite smiled, and for the first time I used the guys wits. Biting my lip and giving a lopsided smile, I looked away shyly. When I looked back I could see there was a twinkle in their eye, this time it was their turn to blush and look away; I grinned this guy was going to be fun.

He was a big guy, fresh from the gym, well actually I never had time to shower. When I swapped with him I really needed to get out of there quick after he’d put up a bit of a struggle. I knew he’d remember who he used to be, at least for hour or so before the wash of my memories would drown out any he had. For me it was a lot easier, rather than drowning in the guys memories it was more like a Jacuzzi, warm and relaxing with his memories bubbling up for me to use as and when I liked.

I flicked to the next track, and closed my eyes. I was really getting into the music, breathing deeply. With a jolt my eyes snapped open and was surprised to see the  smiling beauty standing opposite me, a look of lust in their eyes.

Glancing at the reflection in the window I suddenly realised my hand was under my shirt feeling my new cobbled abs, with a smile I continued rubbing pushing the shirt up higher, it’s amazing the confidence you get when you’re using someone else’s body.

I looked up at them mischiefly and smiled. “Like what you see?” I asked in a low voice not bothering to see who else was watching. They gave a slow nod.

With a tip of the hand I beckoned them over; they didn’t need any encouragement.

Taking their hand I guided it to my abs, they touched and pulled away like they were on fire, I smiled and squeezed their hand reassuringly and rested their palm on my abs and tensed.

I watched with a smile as their knees almost buckled, I slipped a strong arm around their waist and supported them. I heard a gasp from the rest of the carriage but I didn’t care.

The train came to my station and stopped, I straightened my shirt and picked up my bag throwing it over my shoulder, I felt my bicep harden and the tightness of the sleeve.

With a wink I left the train only stopping on the platform to look back, I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head. With a grin the beauty trotted off the train to my side oblivious to the busy London commuters we left together…

Caption This! (19th May)

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Student Life

I’d been lazy, the new term was starting and I’d not kept up to date with what's going on at the college.

Why should I? It would be the sixth time I’d been through college in one form or another. I knew from experience that college life was a lot of fun, which is why I kept going back.

Trouble was this year they’d stepped up security; after I dropped out of Keith last graduation I never got to hear about the new security passes.

There was no way I could get onto campus to find a suitable ‘life’ without an ID, and it had to be the first day when nobody really knew each other and I could get away with making mistakes.

I was pondering over the problem when opportunity shined on me.

“Pardon me sir,” a voice came from behind me, I turned to see. “Hi, my name is Cameron, it’s my first day today.”

“Ok, how can I help you son?” I replied, looking the 17 year old up and down. He wore a heavy jacket, I surmised he was packing a built body by the size of his bull neck, dark black curls of hair looped out from below his reversed baseball cap.

“Where you off to?” I asked, at which point he pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket.

“Block C?” He replied

“Oh yeah, the student apartments” I confirmed. “Moved in yet?”

“No, just arrived. Kinda nervous about meeting so many new people.”

“Don’t worry you’ll be fine.” I slapped him across his shoulders and confirmed what I’d thought, strong and heavy set frame.

I gently parted his unzipped jacket, “Where’s your ID? You have to wear it all the time.”

He looked a bit shocked, but fished out the pass from his pocket.

“They’re new this year, can I see it?” I asked.

He hands it over; it’s got it picture, date of birth and a chip on it. “Cameron O’Neal?” I ask.

“Yes sir, Irish ancestors and proud of it.”

“Kid, you sound like a gift from the heavens.”

I cough, gasp and stumble forward dropping his ID. He naturally opens his arms to catch me. It’s at this point with my head down I shape-shift into his perfect duplicate.

When I straighten up our eyes meet and his mouth drops in shock to see himself looking back.

With a smile I grab his jacket and pull him close, quickly I turn and stuff my own arms into the jacket sleeves. Pulling the jacket closed I bend over lifting his feet off the ground. I can feel his weight on my back, but not for log as I use it against him to force myself inside the original Cameron.

I let out a groan and shake myself, quickly looking around. I let out a snort as feel my new cobbled abs below my t-shirt, “Fucking hey!” I whisper.

With a sideways smile that’s now mine I zip up the jacket and make my way to Block C.

“Hey! HEY! You!” Comes a shout from behind me.

Biting my lip I slowly turn, it’s a guy from campus security.

“Come here,” He beckons me over with his finger. “What’s your name kid?”

“Cameron O’Neal?” I stammer.

He looks me up and down, “Here, you dropped this.”

He hands me the ID that I’d dropped, I nod and put it around my neck.

“Be safe kid, there’s been a lot of strange stuff going on lately.”

“Th..Thank you sir” I reply.

I turn and walk off, ready to start my new life; at least for the next couple of years.

Caption This! (12th May)

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Double this week, choose either picture #1

… or picture #2

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.

Caption This! (5th May)

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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!

Caption This! (28th April)

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(requested by Anon)

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...

Caption This! (21st April)

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