Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2017 20:41:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: Switcher Part 12

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   THE SWITCHER
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Cruz Main was a handsome 21 year old and under different circumstances I
would have had a lot of fun with him, but his situation gave me the
opportunity to ruin his life in a totally different way.

He worked at a bank, as an unimportant assistant. The man personally had no
access to all that fine money but his higher ups sure did. I figured out
the way to some really important seeming office. There was only one guy
inside and by his age and the expensive nature of his suit he may well have
been the manager.

With the big boss on repeated knock out and the door locked, I took my time
figuring out how to make unauthorized transfers. Big boss had the last say
in any transaction so his computer gave me access to everything going on in
his bank.

I rerouted more money than reasonable to my own accounts and wiped my
traces to the best of my abilities. Well, I wiped my own traces – not
Cruz'. I didn't care enough about him. When I had collected so much income
that the ongoing transactions didn't even seem worth my time, I decided to
call it a day.

Too exhausted from all the number crunching I didn't bother with Cruz in
any other way. I would revisit him soon after all.


***


When I woke up and realized where I was I received a shock. How was that
possible?

The room was perfectly familiar even though I had only been there a couple
of times. It belonged to the three sons of the Thomas family. For a second
I thought I was back in Bobby's head since I was seeing his place.

I looked down on my borrowed body. Then I understood. I was in one of his
brothers. Exhilarating.

The short, buff boy turned out to be Marvin Thomas and was at the age of
sixteen. I needed a plan. Should I simply ruin him? Give him a choice? Get
him the same treatment as Bobby and see if he responded just as well?

Then it struck me. I could ask someone for advice.

My hands shook as I texted a number in Marvin's phone.

Marvin: Greetings Bobby. As luck may have it, I am currently residing in
the head of someone near and dear to you. –YSL

Bobby: UR KIDDING?!?!?!

Marvin: Nope. I have taken over your brother for a couple hours. Any ideas
how to spend the time?

Bobby: r u home?

Marvin: at YOUR home, yes

Bobby: im coming in

Seconds later I heard heavy steps outside and, before long, Bobby burst
into the room. He was as gorgeous as always, with cut shorts, a tank top
and a gold chain.

He stared in disbelieve, so I took it upon me to greet first.

"Good to see you went back to bubble gum pink. I like my boys looking like
perverted anal whores."

"Holy fuck! It's really you."

"As I told you. Now how about y- What are you doing?"

Bobby tore off his shirt with one hand and pulled his pants down with the
other. "Don't you want me like this?"

"I... Yes, I just didn't expect you to be so... direct."

Bobby – now naked – dropped to his knees. "I owe you so much, I'll do
anything to please you."

"Wow, that's good to know but I was actually wondering what we should do to
little Marvin here."

Bobby rose back up, grinning madly. "He's an asshole. He's the only one who
gave me shit after coming out. I hope you're not gonna give him any gifts,
will ya?"

I stripped Marvin naked. "You know him better than me. Any ideas to ruin
his day?"

"Well," Bobby looked up and down his brother's body. "I have an idea about
how to make our day better."

The teen stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around my torso. We were
pressed against each other with our heat seeping from skin to skin. We both
got hard in no time.

I didn't expect Bobby to kiss his own brother's mouth, but when he did, I
felt no need to ask questions and simply let his tongue in. Now that he was
sober, he turned out to be much more coordinated with his tongue and hands
than I had thought.

The boy pulled lube from his drawer and handed it to me, but I didn't take
it for myself. Instead I distributed it on Bobby's dick. Without any more
words we dropped on Marvin's bed – me on my back, legs in the air –
and Bobby shoved his dick in slowly.

I took the pain, knowing how much Marvin would hate everything about this.

"No one's home," Bobby said and from then on neither of us held back with
our moans.

The teen fucked me with loud slaps of his beefy hips hitting the younger
one's beefy ass. After a few minutes I leaned up and wrapped my arms around
Bobby's neck to draw him in.

We rolled over on the bed bringing Bobby into a sitting position with me
riding him. We kissed while I rubbed Marvin's dick between their abs.

As I came, my sphincter clenched hard enough to make the top shoot his load
too. I slipped off and kept kneeling on the bed. Cum dropped from my ass
onto Marvin's bedsheets.

I had used the sparks from the encounter. Marvin's brain was more flooded
than Damon's had been. I had a plan and Bobby would help me.


***


"And they won't come home?"

Bobby shook his head. "They always stay the full weekend. I stayed here
because I'd rather take on a shift at the club than have dinner with the
relatives and Marvin kept getting home after curfew so he's grounded."

We were still naked, but had moved to the basement. I held my arms spread
and my lover tied my wrists and ankles to pipes along the walls. We had
made sure they could survive any attempt to tear them out so Marvin would
be spread for as long as Bobby kept him that way.

My lover hid the camera under a box so Marvin wouldn't know he was being
watched and recorded. "When will I see you again?"

"Soon," I said. "I don't know the exact mechanics of it but I'll always
keep coming back to you."

Bobby looked away, grinning.

"Maybe one day," I continued, "you can stay with me forever. Would you want
that?"

He sighed. "There was someone I've always hoped I'd end up with. A boy from
my school, a year below me. But I'm sure by now that he's straight. Or at
least not into me. Not the way I am now at any rate. I guess as long as I'm
happy with how I am it'll be okay."

That didn't really answer my question but I didn't want to end on a sad
note. I licked my lips as a signal. He leaned in and kissed me goodbye.

"Are we ready?" I asked.

Bobby nodded and raised the gag. "How long do you think the effect'll
last?"

I shrugged against the restraints. "With the guy I tested it on, well... He
was too horny to think straight. Literally, he stopped being straight and
took it up the ass. The horniness seemed to go down after four hours. I
have no idea about after effects. May take days, potentially. Also, by now
Marvin has gotten double the dose the last guy did."

Bobby chuckled. "Till next time, then."

"Yeah. See you Bobby."

The boy applied the gag and turned to leave. "See you, my Spiritual
Liberator."


***


Back in my own body, I wrote Bobby an email to make sure he knew Marvin was
in his own head again.

An hour later I got a file from the boy and spent the next hour watching
Marvin's torment. He woke up alone and in dim light. As expected he was too
horny to panic. He tried to escape of course but only so he could touch his
dick.

It was a pointless struggle. Marvin's erection went untouched. The
horniness must have been turning him braindead. He screamed into his gag
and shook. If anyone had seen the despair in his erratic motions or heard
the urgency in his muffled screams they would certainly have believed the
boy was in enough pain to require anesthesia.

Fascinating how much pure sexual energy could hurt if it went
unreleased. In total despair, Marvin twerked to let his dick slap against
his abs in a quick rhythm. He was tied up in a dark place but his only
thought was to cum.

It was kind of weird, actually. No one acted like that, no matter how horny
they were. Not even after a long time in chastity. It seemed like the
sparks could push people way beyond however much sexual frustration they
were normally able to achieve – to the point where basic functions like
the fight-flight reflex were overwritten.

Why had so many sparks even fit into his brain? Was it because he was a
horny teenager? I remembered I had wanted to be more subtle with the
ability. Oh well, there would be other opportunities.

I got three more videos that night, each an hour long. Poor Marvin was
covered with dry cum drops from flinging his dick around so much. No matter
how many times he orgasmed, he didn't seem to get any less madly horny.

In the final clip, Bobby joined him in the basement and took the gag
out. Marvin apparently tried to beg for his release but couldn't form
coherent statements.

Eventually Bobby untied the victim and Marvin fucked his own fists even
while he walked back up the stairs, not caring that he was naked and hard
in front of his gay brother.


***


I caught my next victim at a party. That was unusual. Mostly I found them
at home, at school or at work. I had a suspicion that it was impossible for
me to switch into someone in a moving vehicle. At least, I hoped that was
the case or things could get messy.

The party was happening in somebody's loft and people wore reasonably fancy
attire. I, too, was in a simple suit. The package I had wanted to teleport
along was not in my hand. It must have fallen from my grip before I had
switched. Too bad.

Something about the loft was familiar. With all those people around it was
hard to say, but it resembled a place I vaguely remembered from somewhere.

I retreated to a bathroom and locked the door. The man's ID told me he was
34 year old Miquel Toro, but more importantly I understood he was no guest
– he worked for catering. So I had actually caught him at work, then.

Miquel was fairly tall, dark, and athletic. Catering alone wasn't going to
have given him such great muscle definition. I stripped all the way, used
the loft owner's razor to put my trademark mohawk on Miquel`s head and
entered the huge, high-tech shower, where I got rid of the thick body hair
Miquel had all over.

I slipped back into the suit because I still hadn't figured out what to do
with the man. I left the bathroom and looked around a bit. There were
black-and-white portraits on the walls. I recognized the face. Russel
Coleman aka Nameless was the guy who lived here and whose party it
was. Fate had given me another chance to fuck him up.

My search among the guests was successful, Russel was chatting with a
young, long-legged, blonde in a red cocktail dress. Before he could notice
a caterer checking him out, I roamed through the other parts of the
loft. The open floorplan made it difficult to do things in secret. The only
space really separated – other than the bathroom – was the huge bed,
which hid behind a wall made from moveable view screens.

No way for me to prepare something. I had to hope the party would last a
while longer. It was fortunately quite early still. I navigated Miquel to
the exit and pulled open drawers as if I was actually supposed to do so. I
found Russel's spare keys. With those, I left the place to roam the city
and hoped to find the ingredients for two men's humiliation.


***


This time I hadn't bothered to buy things. I walked in, took what I needed
and stunned the cashiers. My real target was Russel, since I would not get
another shot at ruining his day, but I'd see Miquel again during the next
pull.

Back on the top floor of the restaurated warehouse, I entered Russel's loft
as if I had never left. There was a plastic bag in my hand, so I had to be
quick before anyone asked questions. Someone here probably knew I was
actually supposed to carry champagne glasses on a tray. If I was
interrogated with too many people around... Well, how fast could I knock
out a crowd?

That was a good question. I'd have to try at some point. Now, however, I
carried my gift bag into the lower bathroom where I had been earlier and
unpacked. Then I waited back out at the door until Russel was walking by
closely. He moved a lot, to talk to everyone for a minute or so, which made
it easy to let him come to me.

When the buff, rich man was only a few steps away I stunned him and grabbed
his wrist. Quickly, I dragged Russel into the bathroom with me and locked
it.

First I stripped myself, then him, and finally got to give him the mohawk
he deserved. I put cock rings on both of us and rubbed the head of Russel's
dick until he got hard while I got erect without even having to touch
myself. I tied ropes on each one of the unconscious man's wrists and then
oiled us both up for good measure.

Russel was heavy and Miquel was barely strong enough to lift the stunned
man flung across his shoulders. I had to stand quite hunched over to keep
Russel from slipping off. I should maybe have waited with the oil, but I
knew it had to be quick.

I opened the door a tiny bit and glanced through. As quickly as possible I
stunned everyone in sight. I only stunned them lightly so I could be fast
– every time I pushed someone's mind out of their head it took some time
for my power to snap back from that person. There had to be at least twenty
people I turned into blankly staring zombies.

When I figured the coast was clear, I rushed outside and behind the view
screens. I would not be seen here but it was only a matter of time before
someone walked where they were not supposed to go, so I still had to be
quick.

After dropping Russel on the bed I arranged him face up with his legs
toward the pillows. This way his head was toward the people with the screen
hiding him for now. I tied the ropes on his wrists to the bedposts,
spreading him nicely.

His dick got a quick rub to make sure it stayed erect and I renewed his
stun one last time.

I positioned Miquel at Russel's ass, lifted the rich man's legs and shoved
Miquel's dick into Russel's hole with no further preparation, enjoying the
extreme resistance from the never before broken sphincter.

Then I stood up, raising Russel's lower body with me. Pushing us both
forward a bit, I made his head hang over the bed's edge. The look on his
face was that of a stunned person. Glazed over eyes, mouth ajar –
perfect to be mistaken for orgasmic bliss.

I fucked him rough. It was obvious the party guests would hear the slapping
sounds, which was just my intention. I fucked as wildly as I could and
after half a minute I began to grunt, too. The people on the other side
grew quiet, except for the occasional childish snicker, and I hoped they
were all looking towards the source of noise. Meanwhile I used one hand to
jerk Russel off, too.

Once I was close to cumming, I force pushed the view screens and they fell
over like dominos. A few party guests screamed in surprise as the huge
pieces hit the ground, then more screams joined in – of shock mostly,
but there was some immediate amusement. I had my face towards Russel's
muscled body under me, but I glanced towards the people and saw that they
all registered the total ecstasy ostensibly showing on Russel's face.

Miquel probably had not jerked off today because I felt a huge load build
up quickly. This gave me a lot of sparks to use on him to make sure he
stayed horny once I had left. I grunted deeply in pleasure – with some
overacting to really sell it – and jizzed into the party host's
ass. Russel cummed as well, slowly waking up. I only kept him as lightly
stunned as I could to make sure he wouldn't scream for help yet but already
sense what was being done to his body.

When the orgasm had subsided I pulled out slowly and let Miquel's cum shoot
from Russel's hole onto my stomach where it met the body oil and ran down
onto the mattress.

The stunned man fully awoke. I left. Miquel would get a better treatment
when I revisited him.


***

Marvin must have had a lot of fun. Wouldn't you want to get overwhelmed by
more horniness than the human mind can produce on his own until nothing but
cumming matters? And then be kept from orgasming. Russel also got to try
something new, though pretty simple.