TGIF: Exchange of Power

by TS Escher

“Do you know what I do, Mark?” the boy asks me in a dangerous tone. He looks oddly confident in his dirty white tank top. Relaxed even.

"I do," I reply, fidgeting while sitting backward on a chair, feigning casual. It creaks under my substantial weight. I catch myself in the full-length mirror wearing nothing but a tight pair of black underwear. Emotion wells up inside of me. I feel exposed. Embarrassed. Uncomfortable.

To distract myself, I take a moment to survey the dimly lit hotel room. Under the boy's instructions, we are only allowed one lamp with a low watt bulb.

Seanday Swap: His and Hers, pt1

I watched Cody prepare his weeks meals, he was dedicated, and focused on just getting big! I smiled recalling his early years, he'd grown so much, not only in size but he'd learnt so much. He'd even started a franchise, and lived a lifestyle that wanted for little.

It was rare to see him in a shirt, he'd normally be in just a vest or go topless. That was part of his business, showing others what they could achieve if they trained with him, followed his diet plans.

I'd met him at the gym earlier, he was having some "me time". He was working his chest, one of my favourite body parts. He smiled when he saw me, perhaps dreamIng about the many things I'd promised him.

"Hey babe, come to see your man work out?" he asked with a coy smile.

"yeah, come to see the body you're building for me," I replied.

"Aw babe, you know I do it all for you. Come sit with me for a while." He patted his leg, it was thick with muscle. I sat down, and he wrapped an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. He pulled me in close. I knew he was strong, but he was incredibly gentle. I took a breath, and revelled in the combination of expensive cologne and his beastly musk.

Serial Seduction, pt 3

by TS Escher
 

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In… then out… My pupils dilate as the garden blurs. I release a sigh. It is surprisingly full and confident. I have learned my lesson and am getting an early start, but this time, without a plan. If I am going to fuck Brian (or if he is going to fuck me), it is now or never.

Blissfully, I close my eyes. I feel myself rise off the ground and float through the fence and into the gym.

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Seanday Service: Jam Jars

I heard some noises again and struggled against the ropes that bound my wrists to the chair. I'd been a drug mule for the gang a couple of times, and I'd only just escaped on my last job. But they weren't impressed when I told them I lost their last package, two million worth of product they told me.

I knew they wouldn't hurt me, I was too useful to them. I was a courier for a hospital, so I was always flying in and out with sensitive parcels like livers, hearts and stuff. Normally I'd slip their consignment in with the other stuff knowing I could get it through security without any close inspections. But this time Anderson was there with his mutt.

Anderson worked for the K9 unit, his dog was good, could sniff out any substance from a hundred yards. He was so smug, fucking good looking for a cop as well. When the dog picked up the scent, I knew I was going to lose, so I dumped the shit and left. That was two weeks ago.

This morning a van almost knocked me down as it skidded to a halt next to me. A couple of guys burst out and put a hood over my head, I didn't struggle the gang always arranged meetings like this. But they don't normally tie me to chairs, this is fucked up, and I wondered if I was just an embarrassment to them that need erasing.

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TGIF: Serial Seduction, pt 2

by TS Escher

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Deep breath in, and out…. in and out. The meditation patio outside of the gym begins to blur. This change of scenery is backfiring – I can’t focus. My next vessel is staring at me through the window as he jogs on the treadmill. Okay, I’m flattering myself. Looking past me as he jogs on the treadmill. Better?

I take another deep breath…He looks like he has a tight little ass. Yes. He must. I search my memory for more detail about him; the little twink that had his eye on Nate in the locker room last week. FOCUS, DAMNIT! You’re wasting time.

I close my eyes and let the darkness take me. Its' inky black depths remind me of my future vessel's black workout outfit. How it hugs his tight little body. A body that will soon be mine.

My feet begin to rise, floating once again. A man on a mission, my eyes trained on the target. A twenty-something with floppy hair, dripping with sweat and adorableness. Every straight man on Earth would drop everything that mattered just to sink their cock into his tight, creamy ass.

Seanday Shorts: The Stretch

I passed him most days--early, around six-thirty in the mornings. I didn't have to get up that time myself, but I just wanted to see him.

It began simply enough, I took a slow laboured jog through the park, and like clockwork, he'd past me focused on his running. After a few days, he noticed me, jerking his chin at me, and I nodded as we passed.

The following few days I left a little earlier each morning, discovering his route a little at a time. He didn't seem to notice, but his acknowledgement progressed from a glance, to a smile and finally a "H1!"

I'd figured out the paths he used, and decided on a secluded part of the park as our final meeting point. I knew from the past few days, few people used the area that time of the day.

It was early autumn when I decided to make my change. My lease was ending, and I only had a few more days until I had to leave the apartment. So it seemed like a good time; wrap things up, you know?

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TGIF: Serial Seduction, pt 1

by TS Escher

Deep breath in, and out. I leave my eyes open for now, allowing my garden to go out of focus. It's peaceful, except for the occasional clank of weights inside of the gym next door. All of the windows must be open; it’s such a beautiful day.

Deep breath in, and out. Now close your eyes. Everything goes dark as I continue to breathe deeply. My mind is clearing quickly today -- that’s how I know it is Friday.

Every Friday I can relax a little more because my prey is at the gym, sans girlfriend. It wouldn’t hurt her to spend a little less time working out. Live a little! Let me play! I have been watching my straight crush work out through my kitchen window for a month now, and today will be my first attempt at fucking him. If there is one thing I have learned in my astral adventures, it’s this—

No man is really straight. You just have to find the right body.

It was only a thought....

By Gary Travis..

As I sat there staring at him I had only one thing running through my mind... How would it feel to have a beard. To feel fingers running through the crop of hair on my face. I looked at my hands, horrible fat fingers. I looked over at him again and saw he was biting his nails a horrible habbit but I noticed how slender and smooth his fingers were. Those fingers would look and feel nice running his sleek black beard. I looked at my reflection in the screen of the pc, no way I'd grow a beard like that I chuckled.

Today happened to be a charity day at work. Suddnelly I had a thought, I asked him if he would consider a beard waxing for charity. I sent it to everyone on our floor so it didn't look too suspicious. He agreed to do it I £200 was raised. It took us almost all day to raise that amount and I spent my time wisely, sending pics of him from his Facebook account to our colleagues.

Seanday Reloaded: Baggage Reclaim

I'd just arrived at Heathrow Airport in London and checked the phone while I waited in baggage reclaim.

No signal! Fuck-it! I gave it a shake, what a piece of shit!

It chirped into life, and I checked the message. "Welcome to the United Kingdom. Cute," I mused.

It chirped again, and I cocked a grin at the message. "You fucking cunt, I'm going to find you and kill you! I don't know how you got through security with my passport and gear, but they know!" My grin dropped; the last part worried me, I'd been on the flight imitating this guy--out of touch.