Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2017 19:49:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: Switcher Part 15

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   THE SWITCHER
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I got an excited email from Bobby, with pictures showing him on his brand
new motorbike that had just arrived. What interested me more were the
pictures of him naked, posing for me, plus a few pics he had sneakily taken
of guys at the club sucking him off. That was how he made most of his money
now – a proper boy-whore but always the one in charge.

We talked a little more and then it was time for him to head to the club
for some dancing, drinking, partying and getting paid to let others suck
his dick.

I went to bed, not switching that night. But two days later, I did.

Having gotten back into an irregular sleep cycle, I landed in a school boy
during first period.

In my hand was a little package I had teleported along to help me out. This
one was going to be my next candidate for lingering.

While the teacher explained some chemistry stuff, I pulled out the boy's
phone and prepped it with the usual – like whitelisting only the
anonymous throw-away number I had prepared for this occasion. I opened the
camera app to look at myself, lacking a convenient mirror.

According to his ID the 15 year old boy's name was Tuan Bain. The pretty,
half-Vietnamese twink had a full head of ruffled hair, big eyes and a face
that was still waiting for puberty.

I sat through the last ten minutes of the lecture, scrolling through his
social media and photo gallery without finding anything too
fascinating. His web history told me he was as gay as they came, but I
wouldn't use that against him. I had prepared something else.

My first lingering challenge had thrown Ron Jordan into an unfamiliar
place, already fully humiliated. It had been fun but a little boring at
times, with him taking forever to get home.

The second time had been Erik West who had refused the first
opportunity. The territory had been too familiar to make him panic. I had
gotten him to apply all the humiliating things by himself, but it was risky
to have the victim start out with little incentive to keep going.

There had to be a way to start `in medias res', but also keep the pressure
rising over time. This was my plan for today.

During break I roamed the school. One of Tuan's classmates was an
insufferable jerk. I saw him several times in the hallway, always on the
lookout to verbally abuse students. The broad shouldered, Hispanic teen had
almost shoulder long hair and mature features. He was probably fuller with
testosterone than he knew what to do with.

A few other wannabe gangster boys waddled after him as his underlings. I
played with the thought of giving them a taste of humiliation but then the
bell rang and Tuan was alone in the hallways.

I searched the place for good hiding spots along a path. While my
excitement grew, I fed a moderate amount of sparks to Tuan's walled-off
mind. He would wake up a good deal more horny and dazed than most of my
victims but not enough to lose control entirely. I needed him to follow
orders.

After about twenty minutes, I figured I was done and walked back the way I
had come to the school entrance. There were a few stay kids in the
hallways, skipping class, as well as a janitor or free period teacher here
and there but I didn't mind that.

In an empty washroom, I pulled a razor from my bag and created a straight
mohawk of about one inch width. There wasn't more to do than that.

Once outside, I found a trash container and dropped all of Tuan's clothes
behind it. He was surprisingly built. His ultra-narrow midriff and frail
neck had made me think otherwise but he showed some noteworthy muscle
development.

Standing hidden at the back of the container I unpacked the things from my
goodie bag I hadn't hidden in the school.

The trick was – I assumed – to start out with enough things in place
to force the victim to go along. I used scissors on his shirt to make it
end right at the nipples and lose the sleeves. Further I used them on his
pants to turn them into shorts that ended on level with the
crotch. Everything but those two things and his sneakers I threw into the
container and covered with plastic bags from there to hide it all.

I quickly worked my force push over his body to remove what little hair he
had but his pubes got a one inch mohawk treatment to match the head.

Of course I covered Tuan head to toe with my good old friend – body
oil. Almost everything was more difficult if the victim was slick and
slippery, leaving stains on everything he touched. And I just loved the
perverted look. Since his hair was a bit long, I styled the mohawk with oil
to stand up as much as it was possible. The result was a bit wonky but
better than before.

A cock ring and a ball stretcher completed the look. With the sparks I had
shoved into the cocoon he would likely not go limp anyway but it didn't
hurt to make sure. The ball stretcher was really only for show.

What had taken the longest with Erik West was the butt plug, so I added
this one before the game began, forcing a pink plug with a thick base into
Tuan's smooth teen ass.

My last gift was a sturdy, spiky, pink dog collar, with a lock that was on
the inside and basically impossible to remove without tools.


***


Tuan jolted awake in the school's main hallway with his phone beeping.

I hadn't felt like popcorn today, so I was munching chips as I typed into
the proxy-phone messenger.

<Hello Tuan. You may have realized you're fucked in every way. Things will
only get worse from here on. UNLESS you play a little game with me. If you
want your clothes back you will have to complete a few rounds.>

Was Tuan even able to read the message with his trembling hands? The screen
was already oil stained. It appeared the boy was capable of deciphering the
message in the end.

"W-what the fuck?" he whimpered.

<What the fuck you ask? I just told you.>

"Huh? What?"

Maybe I had overdone the confounding sparks a bit. He seemed frustratingly
slow. Regardless, he was clearly aware he stood naked, shiny and painfully
erect in his school's entrance.

<Say yes and I will help you. Say no and I will destroy you. Your choice.>

"Fuck... Uh, yes?" he said into the speaker. "What do I have to do?"

<Oh you don't need to talk into the phone. I can hear you wherever you
are. First order of business, get into the janitor's closet next to the
teacher's lounge.>

"Fuck, okay. Holy fuck, how... Please don't do this."

<Please don't help you?>

"No, I mean, please don't make me to that. What if a teacher sees me?"

<This game has rules. Rule One: if anyone sees you before you wear clothes,
you lose.>

"Oh god."

Tuan looked down on himself one more time, the throbbing boner giving no
hint of subduing anytime soon.

Then the boy ran. He slipped, smacked into the ground and slid along on his
shiny ass. He fought himself back up and ran more carefully towards the
lounge which was right down the hallway. During the run, he held both hands
and the phone over his dick.

The school was a square, with a yard in the middle. The entrance was on one
corner and so was the lounge. Just as Tuan arrived at the closet, its door
opened. The boy dashed behind a sofa meant for students waiting for their
teacher, still pressing his hands on his crotch.

Walking backwards, the janitor emerged with a cart of mops and buckets.

Once the man was out of sight, Tuan rushed over to the door. His hand slid
off the handle at first. He got the door open on second try and hopped in,
closing up behind himself and immediately covering his dick again.

<Top left shelf. Under the trash bag rolls. Grab the token.>

Tuan put the phone on a shelf at eye level and began to ascend to the
top. His soles were not oily at all and he had gotten rid of most oil on
his hands, but it was still difficult for him – probably because he
remained a bit dazed. The effect, I estimated, was that of having more than
a comfortable buzz.

The boy dropped down with a big gold coin from a board game.

"What is this?"

<I told you it's a game. Collect all five to get your clothes back.>

"Okay, I get how it works now. Where's the next one."

<Not so fast. There are more rules. Rule Two: whenever you don't have to
look at your phone, you will keep it in your mouth. You will use your
hands, when they are not busy with anything, to play with your nipples at
all times. Understood?>

"Yes? Can I go now, please?"

<Next stop is the bathroom beside to the music room. Remember what to do
with your hands.>

Tuan left the closet and jogged along, his phone between his lips and his
fingers pinching his nipples obediently. I loved how he moved. Everything
about it screamed of a deep state of panic. He looked left and right like a
deer in the middle of a highway and flinched constantly at nothing, always
seeing motion where none was. His breath went fast as if he had just
finished running for his life, even though the jogging pace was moderate.

His dick, now uncovered, slapped left, right and up, causing smacks that
had to seem like the loudest sound in the world to the boy.

Disjointed music was coming out of the room next to his
destination. Through the nipple play, his hands were slick again and he
slipped off the handle twice before getting inside.

<Behind the toilet in the first stall.>

Tuan entered the stall, dropped to his slippery knees and pulled the fake
coin from its hiding place.

<Rule Three: whenever you pass a mirror, you stop, look yourself slowly up
and down to get a good look at your pathetic self and jerk off with both
hands. Count to a hundred out loud. You are not allowed to cum.>

Tuan sighed, put the phone on the counter and began to masturbate into his
fists, the oil making a great, perverse sound effect to go with the motion.

I got a good look at his grimacing, desperate, panicked face as he looked
up and down his body, counting to a hundred as fast as he could. It took
him about a minute to count and in his mind-fucked state he kept messing
up, like counting "twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten".

Once he was done, I sent the next message for his benefit.

<The next stop is the boys' locker room around the corner. Rule Four:
whenever you are standing still you must do little twerking motions to
massage your insides with the butt plug. You may only stop doing so when
you are on the move. No exceptions.>

Tuan pushed the phone back between his lips and left, hands immediately on
his nipples.

I noticed a slight swaying in his step from the `drunkenness' and that he
was still breathing as if fleeing from a monster. But there was no escaping
me.

We now were in the hallway that lead to the corner farthest away from the
entrance. Tuan slipped into the locker room and stopped.

Noise of game practice reached the boy's ears from behind the next
door. There was a chance someone would enter to get a bottle of water or
something.

<You're not massaging your anal g-spot. Do you want to win or no?>

With a sigh, Tuan began to hump the air and flexed his ass rhythmically to
made the plug rub his prostate over and over.

<Don't stop going that, but also get the third coin. On the underside of
the bench closest to the showers, together with a little gift for you.>

He walked over there and resumed clumsy twerking as he knelt down to reach
underneath the bench.

The teen got the coin loose from the sticky tape I had put there as well as
my gift – a neon pink thong, smallest size.

Tuan looked around, clearly contemplating stealing some of the clothes from
kids who were currently at practice. Then he slipped into the thong anyway.

He was about to head for the door.

<Did you not see the mirror?>

Tuan turned back to the shower mirror and put the phone down to count,
while jerking off under the thong. He looked up and down his body, but also
snuck glances at the door from where players' noise came – sometimes
louder, sometimes quieter, always terrifying. Diligently, he kept humping
and ass-flexing while masturbating.

<Well done. The next stop is upstairs. Next to the chem lab. Rule Five:
Every ten steps you stop and make three squats before going on.>

"Oh come on. That's not fun anymore. Just stop it already. Please, have
some mercy. Do you know how hard this is?"

<Rule change: every five steps you make five squats. Do you want your
clothes back at all?>

Tuan groaned but left with the phone in his mouth and his hands on his
nipples. After five steps out of the room, he squatted lightly.

<Oh no, you go all the way down till you're sitting on your legs.>

"Please, I beg you. I'll do anything. Just stop this fucked up game."

<Every three steps, ten squats. No more talking back.>

He kind of cheated by taking huge steps, almost leaping. I let it slide
because I didn't want the game to last forever. It would have been fun if
he got discovered but I wanted him to go through the whole thing.

Even on the stairs he took huge steps, but still did his ten squats every
time.

As he arrive next to the chem lab I informed him that the coin was to be
found stuck behind the message board. The boy retrieved it and humped the
air to rub his prostate as he waited for instructions.

<Before I give you the last location, I want you to describe you
experience.>

"What? Like a customer service review? Because I rate this zero out of five
stars."

After all of this, the boy still had humor? I had to admit that was
gutsy. I would have rewarded him, but now was not the time for niceties.

<Funny. Now tell me. What was it like waking up this way? What do you
remember? How does it feel right now?>

"Well, wouldn't you fucking know it? I was sitting in class and then there
were these weird flashing images of the school and scissors and some place
outside. And then I woke up super horny. Like, I haven't been this horny
since I had to share a room with my aunt for the Christmas holidays and
couldn't jerk off for a week. And of course if anyone would see me I'm
dead. Plain and simple. I will be ended."

Tuan took a deep breath. He was still twerking, which I noted with
satisfaction. He was doing well. He even was playing with his nipples
again, even though he only had one free hand, still acting as if he was
speaking to the phone in some way.

"This is the most fucked up thing that's ever happened to me, that's for
sure. I never had something this big up my ass. And I was never oiled up,
as much as I wanted to try it like the guys wrestling in porn. Uh..."

<Don't worry. I already knew you were into dicks.>

"Wow, okay. That's not how I thought I'd have my first coming out."

<Does it feel exciting?>

"Fuck, of course it does. I've never felt a rush like this."

<Does it feel good?>

"I... I guess. Fuck, don't make me do this again, though, please."

<I like you. The next coin is on the same floor but opposite corner.>

"Can I, like... go straight there?"

<No, but I'll downgrade you to three squats every ten steps.>

"Wow thanks," Tuan said with obvious sarcasm. I could even follow his eyes
as they rolled. I was starting to like the boy. He had some moxie.

The teen made his way to the next corner, saw people in the hallway and
turned around. To his credit, he kept following my rules even as he knew
there were people just down the corridor, putting up posters.

By the time he was back at the staircase, his squats had become slow and
his breath was getting even deeper than before. His knees had to be killing
him at this point.

<Can't go on with the squats?>

He put the phone down and dropped to all fours. "Fuck, please let me stop
it."

To show that he was still willing to play my game he twerked while on all
fours, in the spirit of the rules. I could even hear the slapping noise of
his dick on his abs, which seemed to have slipped out of the tiny thong.

<Do push-ups instead.>

"Ugh, fine."

He complied, but since he had to drop down for the push-ups, he pretty much
had to squat a little every time anyway.

<This is taking too long, do jumping jacks instead.>

"Okay, now you're talking. I'll- Fuck!"

Someone rounded the corner. Tuan slid behind a row of lockers and looked
around in panic. There was no way he wouldn't be seen. His only choice was
if he was going to get caught as well.

The boy jumped out of his hiding place and the two teachers shouted out in
surprise. They were still far enough away not to see him properly if he was
quick, but he slipped on the oil he had left from his first set of push-ups
and fell on his ass, dropping phone and coins.

He scurried farther, took three tries to get the phone off the ground,
leapt to the nearest door, and hurried inside an empty classroom.

As the teachers' steps drew nearer, he turned and jogged into the adjacent
teacher's office, which had a door back to the corridor. He waited until
the two people entered and quickly left through the office door himself.

Then he raced for the corner of the school above the entrance. Once there,
he hid in the staircase.

Almost as if remembering he still had it, he looked at the phone in his
hand. "Fuck. Okay, listen, I know I was seen but that doesn't really count,
right? Cause I escaped? Right? Please?"

<The thong counts as clothing for my purposes if it must. But you neglected
to follow the rules.>

"Fuck. No please, I'll make up for it, just tell me what to do. I'll win
the game. I promise."

<Get up on the roof.>

"W-won't that be locked?"

<No, I checked.>

Tuan ascended the staircase and entered the flat roof of his school.

<The fifth coin was below the stairs. I'll treat it as completed if you
make up for your rule failure.>

"Anything!"

The sun was burning down on the building, its corrugated iron roofing
shining like floodlights and heating the surrounding further.

<Fifty push-ups. Nipples to the ground, ass up. Fifty squats. All the way
down.>

The teen sighed, but complied. He even played with his nipples while
squatting. Maybe he liked the sensation and it helped him complete the
exercise. Good for him.

Almost collapsing and bathed in sweat running down the oil film, Tuan
finished his task.

<Realized how the roof is a reflective surface?>

I didn't have to remind him any further. He jerked off while humping and
ass-flexing, looking at the distance this time because there was no proper
reflection on the iron roof.

<Now go to the edge and look down.>

He complied.

<See the bundle behind the trash container?>

"My clothes!"

<Congratulations. Go get them. You still have to follow the rules, or I'll
mess things up for you last minute. No need for squatting or push-ups,
though.>

"Naturally. Fine. I made it this far."

He left the roof. As he walked down the staircase, he kept up the nipple
pinching. There were voices coming towards him. The boy raced off the steps
and along the upper floor where he slipped into a washroom.

<Don't forget that there's a mirror. Oh, and you may cum now if you want,
but make sure no drop hits the ground. It has to go on you.>

Tuan groaned, but followed my suggestion. He didn't count this time, he
just rubbed his dick vigorously. With a beautiful shiver and moan, he shot
his load onto his abs. It ran down to his hips and he caught it as it made
its way past his thong.

Whatever didn't stick to his body or the thong, he ate. Good boy.

Then he walked back outside and to the staircase at the corner opposite the
entrance.

A bell rang.

"No. No! Nononononono!"

Multiple doors burst open and students streamed into the halls. Tuan found
himself face to face with the long haired, dark skinned bully from earlier.

He ran. Roaring laughter followed him. A few boys acted as if trying to
catch him but nobody wanted to touch his shining skin. After navigating
pretty much the majority of the student body, he made it to the entrance
and outside.

On the stairs down, he slipped and stumbled. While he managed to steady
himself without cracking his skull open, he did drop the phone. It
shattered into a dozen pieces.

I had no way to talking to him anymore, but I also didn't need to worry
about him showing my messages to anyone else.

He grabbed the rags that were his clothes and raced away, presumably
homeward. Once the school was out of sight, he looked at his attire and
groaned. He slipped into the things anyway since they covered more than
what he had now and shoes were quite helpful on the asphalt.

When nothing interesting happened on the first five minutes of his walk
home, I switched out.

Honestly, I felt like I had to make up for that. When I returned to him
with the pull I would check out his address and send a few nice things.

But there was someone else I had to contact first. Jimmy had written me
with some ideas.


***


What a journey for Tuan. Did you like him? What will happen to him now?