Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2017 23:27:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: switcher part 10

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   THE SWITCHER
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For this Saturday I had prepared a goodie bag, because I was getting
anxious. I hadn't had a switch all week. This lingering business was an
annoying drain of power.

Before I could fall asleep I got an email from Lewis. After I had sent him
the footage Tony had deleted as well as the footage of the same boy in
torture gear, Lewis had pretty much declared me his idol. This new email
contained a lovely image of Tony sucking his brother's dick with reddened
eyes, telling me that the younger brother liked to make his cock slave
choke and gag.

I fell asleep easily, knowing I had done a wonderful deed to enrich two
boys' lives.


***


The body belonged to a particularly thin, short boy. Before even focusing
on anything else, I realized he already had a mohawk. I hadn't even
considered what I would do if I found someone like that.

His sizable room was clean, tidy and boring. He had regular clothes,
regular books, regular wall art. Everything screamed upper middle class to
the point of self-parody.

My excitement over his haircut subsided, but there had to be something this
kid was hiding, right?

In his jacket was the wallet I was looking for. The 17 year old boy was
called Lyle Hopper and apparently an honor student. The slender, delicately
built teen seemed more and more undeserving of a hairstyle like
that. Granted, it was almost a faux-mohawk with the shape a mere
indication, but that was more than any of my other victims had shown.

Looking around a bit more, I figured I might as well start by wrecking his
wardrobe. I let the computer start up while I dug through his closet,
because if he had something to hide it would be on there for sure.

I would have gotten to work on the clothes, but there was a folder right on
his desktop that drew my attention. It was simply titled "x".

To my joy it was full of gay porn. Lyle had to be obsessed. But it got much
better. There were pictures of hot hunks like bodybuilders on stage and the
like, but by far the biggest portion was punks. Even the porn videos
featured mostly boys with punk style.

I wasn't going to hurt Lyle. Oh no, I was going to liberate him. However, I
still wanted to test his conviction. If he was worthy of my help I would
let him reach his full potential. If he rejected me, well...

The first thing I had to do was obviously to find a bathroom and rid the
future cock whore of his body hair. I followed this up by giving him a
proper mohawk – narrow and with the rest of his head totally shaved.

Then back in his room I laid out what I had brought with me. Four cuffs for
the limbs, a butt plug and a cock ring. After putting it on his desk, I
finally turned my attention to his wardrobe.

Most of it was way too normal. I picked a few items I could work with. All
the pants I had chosen I cut off a quarter-way down the thigh. The few
shirts I left him all lost their sleeves and became short enough to expose
a line of his stomach.

I headed into the kitchen, glad I wasn't running into anyone, and got
myself trash bags. In those I stuffed all clothing I wanted rid of, which
included any and all underwear, his collection of socks, and any pair of
shoes that wasn't sneakers.

After grabbing his personal items, I headed out in his normal clothes. No
reason to bother changing since he would lose them anyway.

A few apartments over, I threw his trashed clothes away and used his phone
to look up where I needed to go. My first stop was a piercing studio, just
to give him two nipple rings. It wasn't much, but it was only supposed to
be a starting point for Lyle.

I went shopping and enjoyed my time.

Once the day had progressed to closing hour for most stores, I headed
home. In front of the house, I stripped and trashed his clothes. His
parents were in but I knocked them out before walking past them. My hope
was they would simply think they hadn't heard him come in.

The items I had bought were mostly thongs and jockstraps plus a pair of
leather boots and a few necessities like condoms and lube.

In between the gifts from my goodie bag, I wrote the teen a message on his
computer. I would print out the paper and leave it amongst the stuff.

The paper said, "Hello Lyle. You may wonder what happened to you and your
room. To put it simple, you were selected for a test. Don't try to figure
out who I am, there is no way for you to do that. Just know I have greater
powers that you can imagine. Think of me as a supernatural friend."

Was I giving too much away? Probably not.

It continued. "To succeed at the test you have to complete a few
tasks. They are simple but will make you prove your character. If you
indeed succeed, I will reward you greatly and you will become what you
always wanted to be. You don't know when the results will be evaluated. It
could be days, it could be weeks."

Then I came up with tasks, which was the fun part.

1. You must add a certain number of piercings to the ones I have gifted
you. I will not tell you the required number. There is money in the brown
bag you can use for this purpose.

2. Wear the cock ring when you leave the house. Wear the butt plug when you
are at home.

3. Any toys you are not using must be in plain sight in your room. If they
are not there upon my return, you have failed.

4. You may only wear what is in your wardrobe. Exceptions may be allowed
for items that fit in with what is already there.

5. If you go out you have two options. Either you free ball or you wear one
of the thongs or jockstraps provided. In the latter case your pants must be
low enough to keep the underwear visible at all times.

6. Dye your hair in an unnatural color.

7. Get at least one tattoo. You can use the money from the bag for this as
well. I leave the design up to you but it must be sufficiently degrading
and punkish or you will fail. It cannot be too hidden on your body.

8. Suck a dick and take a proof picture.

9. Ride a dick and take a proof picture. It can't be the same dick as in
number 8 and it must be all the way in your ass.

I had to add one more thing. "You fail if you either don't complete the
tasks on time, are in a different state as described in the tasks or tell
anyone about my existence. Failure will result in eternal hellish
torment. Just a little motivator. See you sooner than you think. --Your
Spiritual Liberator."

Of course he had to wake up cum covered, so I spent a little bit of time
edging myself to his porn folder before jizzing up his stomach.

We'd see how he decided.


***


The punkish teen twink was followed two days later by a serious, lean
muscled business man.

Jack Singleton was built to show off, with his proportions perfectly
accentuated by his tailored suit. Despite being only 38, his hair was
already fully gray.

I had caught him at the airport. Presumably he was about to fly off to the
meeting in Toronto where he had to give the presentation for which all
documents were in his suitcase.

Promptly I lost the luggage to a trash can and headed for a bathroom. It
would have been too much work to strip and remove his body hair in a tight
stall, so I didn't go through with it.

There was also no way to restyle his hair. Frustrating. I was toying with
the idea of having him parade the airport naked when I was hit by lighting.

I was an idiot. I had the perfect opportunity right there. All my victims
had woken up at most a few cities over, because I only used busses and
trains. Airplanes could go anywhere in hours.

Full of excitement, I left the bathroom without having done anything to
Jack, walked up to the display in a huge hall and looked for flights I
could buy immediately.

Haiti! Four hours. It was possible I would forcibly switch back in the
middle of the flight but I wanted to risk it.

In a hurry, I bought my ticket only to learn that the flight was delayed by
twenty minutes. I was annoyed for a second but remembered I could still use
the shops at the airport now.

With a fresh razor I found my way to another bathroom and gave Jack the
mohawk he deserved. To my amusement I found out that his fairly long hair
was strong enough to stand pretty much on its own, greatly adding to the
effect.

I hoped the movie during flight would be good because four hours were a
long time to do nothing. I noticed I had no idea if falling asleep would
switch me back. Something to figure out eventually.


***


As soon as I landed, I purchased one important item I would need. Then got
a rental car and started driving out of the city. My goal was to get as far
away from any settlements as I could before switching back. I hoped I would
feel the pull early enough to react.

Once I had left civilization behind me, I took the time to appreciate the
landscape. What a gorgeous country to be supernaturally kidnapped to. With
help from Jack's phone I found the farthest spot I could reach in an hour
and drove there.

In a slightly mountainous area I drove off the path until it was no longer
visible. Then I exited the car and kept walking. Jack's suit dropped in
bits and pieces until the handsome man was fully nude.

While walking, I worked my magic over his skin to rid him of hair,
including his beard. His foot soles were clearly not used to walking on
rocks without shoes but he'd get over it.

Almost lazily I jerked off and squirted Jack's load over his now smooth
thighs. Still, I kept walking. Even if I wanted to, I would not have been
able to find my way back. I was totally lost. Perfect.

The moment I started to feel the pull back, I put the one purchase to
use. It was, of course, zip ties.

Jack's wrists and ball sack each got one. Then I connected them all, tying
his arms to his crotch. It wouldn't slow him down too much but it wouldn't
exactly help him either.

I kept walked and walking for a few more minutes until the connection broke
and I was switched back.


***


I figured I wanted it badly enough to take the risk. I prepared an
anonymous number and texted Bobby.

Anon: Hello Bobby. It's me, your Spiritual Liberator. How are you holding
up?

It was nerve wrecking but I cried out in triumph when the boy answered.

Bobby: this really u?

Anon: Yes. I'm the one who made you what you are today.

Bobby: thx I guess :p

Anon: You're very welcome. What are you doing these days?

Bobby: nothin much. dancin at the club, partyin, givin some private shows
:p

I simply had to ask. I wanted to know what it was like to wake up from a
night with me in one's head. I confessed to him that he was one of very few
who had passed my test and told him I had never found out what the
experience felt like from the "test subjects" perspective.

What Bobby told me was extremely fascinating. Apparently he remembered
going to bed that night as usual and then waking up in the bar – but not
like I had expected. The boy reported experiencing a state of euphoria in a
dreamless sleep, coupled with arousal. The reawakening was immediately
proceeded by an intense orgasm but did not lead to a drop off in
horniness. There were also a few vague images of undressing and drinking
but it was hard to say if his mind hadn't made those up after the fact.

The most important discovery was thus. My victims didn't come back at the
second I left but got to feel the impact of the orgasm just before that. A
nice touch, to be honest. I liked the idea of those boys and men coming to
with a good feeling before finding themselves in their horrible situation.

Equally interesting was that their horniness stayed even
afterwards. Apparently I got to experience the orgasm's proper effect –
after waking up from a switch I never felt like jerking off – while my
victims only got the good part and their bodies kept up the heat. I
wondered if I could use that somehow, but for the moment it was yet another
nice touch.

I had been a little disappointed that I had to choose between keeping my
victims edged or cum covered. Now I knew I got both.

Then the teen had a question for me.

Bobby: the big guy who was my first fuck. was that u?

Anon: He was merely a tool I controlled just like I controlled you. He will
have no recollection of that night.

Bobby: u were in my head twice right?

Anon: How can you tell?

Bobby: the time after my first fuck felt different. didn't get the same
high. so the third time wasn't u controlling me

Anon: Correct

So not only were my victims coming back dazed from cumming and still being
aroused, they were also euphoric like a gentle high. The loopier the
better. This way they would take longer to get what was going on. I
wondered if there was a way to increase the effect.

In the end, I had Bobby relay to me the story of that evening. Once he had
woken up and – with some trouble – realized what was going on, he
freaked out. At first he wanted to run, but he was too dizzy and
inebriated. It had been his first time drinking.

He remembered feeling insanely horny. Once everybody in the room caught
their bearings, bouncers kicked him out. Just like that, with no other
repercussions.

Lacking a way to cover himself, Bobby had then fled into a side alley and
jerked off in vein. With his load spent he couldn't get to orgasm again
right away.

After a few minutes of panic he simply decided to play it off and walked
home as if this was an everyday occurrence. Getting seen like that had been
the most exciting day of his life. With a semi hard-on all the way home, he
was finally ready to cum again and as soon as he had climbed into his
parent's back yard, he jerked off on the lawn.

Only then did he use the spare key under the kitchen doormat to sneak
in. One look at his new style had been enough for him to decide to keep
it. The next day he had come out to everyone in his family. The hair had
been a bigger topic than his gayness, but he got his will in the end.

All I could say to him was that he had certainly performed way beyond
expectations.


***


Will Lyle do well? Will Jack find his way back? Will the protagonist get a
new power? For that and more, tune in next time.