Seanday Drama: The Island, pt2

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Tony had taken the model's body, not for himself, but for his friend Peter--who had a crush on him. Although Tony was now inside Mario, it hadn't been a smooth transition.

Mario's swayed a little, then his eyes blinked open. He looked at Peter, and then smiled. "Hello." He held out his arms and turned on the spot, "So how do I look?"

"Perfect."

"I'm glad, because it's a tight fit," Mario replied. "But I like that," he added rubbing the crotch of his shorts. Mario tapped his lips, "Come on I know you want to."

"I don't know," Peter answered shyly.

Mario leaned forward and kissed Peter, long and sensuously. His tongue slipped into Peter's mouth explored. After a few moments they parted. "How was that?"

"Amazing, it was like--like Tony, but different."

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Seanday Drama: The Island, pt1

Tony and Peter were walking along the cliff tops. "It's been a great holiday huh?" Peter said. "Sad it's going to end soon."

Tony looked over his sunglasses. "It's not over yet," he replied and put an arm around Peter. He pulled him close and kissed him on the forehead. "Still got a few days yet."

Although the cliff were empty, the beaches below were packed with people. They'd spent most of the time there, although Peter was surprised when Tony suggested they took a walk for a change.

"Are we late for something?" Peter asked seeing Tony look at his watch.

"Nope, right on time."

In the distance a lone figure jogged dressed in shorts and a vest came into view. As they got closer Peter gripped Tony's arm. "Oh my God, you know who that is?"

"No idea," Tony said with a grin.

"It's Mario, you know that model."

"Really?"

"Shit, he is so hot."

Tony looked over his sunglasses, "Hotter than me?"

"No, no way Tony," Peter replied.

Tony grinned knowingly, and beckoned over Mario as he got closer. "What the fuck are you doing," Peter whispered.

Mario stopped and jerked his chin, "Hey, what's up?"

"Can we have a selfie with you, my friend has a crush on you," Tony said and then grunted as Pater elbowed him in the ribs.

"No problem, glad to," Mario said with a laugh.

Tony handed the phone to Mario and they all stood close. He took the picture and then checked the picture. "One more," Tony asked.

As he lined up the shot, Tony reached around Mario's neck and pulled him backwards. He struggled for a moment, and Tony grabbed his phone and threw it at Peter. "What the fuck are you doing?"

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Seanday Startup: The Front, pt4

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Garrett called again, and I pulled myself from Davy's memories and the thought of what Marcus may have got up to in his son's body.

Pulling the teenagers face from my own I reseated the suit back on the stand and returned to the other room.

I was surprised to see Jacob slouched. Even more surprised to see the teenager standing behind him with both hands on his broad back. As I cautiously approached, the smell something burnt accosted my nostrils. In Jacob's right hand was a pen, his name signed on a parchment.

"He signed then?" I asked.

"Yes, he did, willingly," the teenager replied. "Take a seat Jason." I sat feeling very nervous. "You understand what you're giving up?"

"Yes, everything, to be Jacob, and you'll guarantee me success," I told him.

"Good," he added, walking up behind me. I began to feel hot as Garrett pushed a similar parchment towards me. The teenager massaged my shoulders and I felt him trace his hands up my neck. He paused and moved his hands to my face. "I'm going to enjoy pulling on your body and becoming Jason Emmett Arquette. You're a smart kid, people listen to you, trust you."

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Gym Flow

Hey guys, sorry I’ve been inactive for a couple of months… It’s kind of a crazy story.

Seanday Startup: The Front, pt3

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The teenager turned and looked at me, "See you later Jason." I did a double take, as he went into the elevator.

Marcus met me inside, and I hooked a thumb at the door. "That kid, was that someone wearing a suit?"

"Yes, he's here to do some business. He's a very-very old customer. But before this prospective partner of yours arrives follow me."

He led me into the locker room and handed me the basket with my own clothes inside. "Take off Garrett, I'll wear him for the meeting. It'll be easier to talk."

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Seanday Startup: The Front, pt2

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I felt someone, heard someone. "Come on, wake up big guy. It's not that bad." With a groan I turned over and looked. It was Marcus, or at least the muscled hybrid I'd met a while ago. "The first time stings like shit," he told me.

He wasn't kidding, but it was more like having my head and mind turned inside out. "What the fuck was that all about?"

"Can't you work it out? Can you feel it?"

"What are you talking abo--

The realisation hit me hard, I wasn't alone in my head. "Oh Christ, what is that?" I asked.

"That, my friend allows you to act like someone else. As a matter of fact--Garret."

I looked at my reflection. "Garret Williams," I replied in a quiet voice. Smiling I pushed back my hair, "Garret." It was quite mesmerising as I flexed and twisted.

"Com'n, let's get you ready to meet a big new world."

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Guest Post: Hard Work Pays Off

by Erick S.

“Am I ready yet?” Tyler asked with that ever-hopeful tone to his voice. 

He lifted one arm above his head, flexed his bicep, and tensed his abs. He pulled the waistband of his workout shorts down just a bit so I could get a better view of his progress.

“Hmm…” I circled him as he dutifully held his pose, “I’m not quite sure, Tyler. Have you been working hard?”

This was the little game we played after each of his workouts. He didn’t know today was the day it was finally going to happen.

“Oh yes!” he responded, “I’ve been working really hard! See?”

He changed his pose for me, this time another classic bodybuilding pose, his torso slightly twisted, his pumped-up arms tucked away to the side, and his chest proudly puffed up in front of him.

“And you’ve been taking all of your supplements?” I asked, still slowly circling him, taking a look at every detail.

“Yes!” he answered back, “Every morning, every afternoon, every night. Supplements help me grow!”

“That’s right,” I smiled. He really had been an excellent student, “You’ve done a very good job, Tyler. Do you remember how you looked before we met?”

I could see the poor little wheels in his head trying to spin, trying to think back to when he’d first answered my ad for a roommate in my apartment close to campus. He was a pretty unassuming guy back then. A blank canvas, really.