Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2017 15:00:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: Switcher Part 19

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   THE SWITCHER
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The last guy on my list was Mateo Gonzales. It had been long enough for his
family to complete the move to a different area.

He was in his underwear, but surprisingly not jerking off. He was semi
hard, so I rubbed his dick to a full erection and started forcing sparks
into his mind.

With nothing else to do, I checked his social media, seeing as he was right
at his computer.

Apparently he had somehow managed to become the top dog of his new school,
by using all the testosterone in his system to intimidate and brag his way
up the jock social ladder.

In all his latest pics he wore snapbacks, which hid his hairstyle, making
it look as if his head was shaved, at least at the sides.

As it happened, he was making fun of the school fag in a chat with his
bros. I knew who they were talking about – Eugene Park, who apparently
was now at the same school, two classes higher.

Eugene's fame had followed him, it seemed. Mateo's apparently had not. How
was I going to fix that?

I installed a hook up app on Mateo's phone. Scrolling through the options I
received a nice surprise. Eugene was on the app, looking for casual
contacts – and he was nearby.

The school fag and his bully lived on the same street. I didn't know how my
powers managed to keep finding new connections between my previous victims,
but I was glad for it.

In nothing but basketball shorts and sneakers, I headed out to find
Eugene's house, by tracking how the distance in the app changed while I
moved along the road.

A minute later, I knocked at Eugene's door. I was going to tell him a
variation on the truth.

The boy opened up for me. It was still fairly early in the morning and he
seemed sleepy. I saw the slender, gorgeous boy for the first time in quite
a while. His hair had grown back to normal, but I didn't have a way of
easily changing that now.

"Hello Eugene," I said. The two years older boy stared at his fifteen year
old bully with wide eyes.

"Don't worry," I continued, "It's not Mateo you're talking to."

Now I had confused him enough to let me keep explaining. "You see, some
time ago you were possessed by a creature – let's call it a demon –
who used you for his personal amusement. The banana, the bottle, the
selfies. That was all the demon."

"W-what? How do you know- Fuck, he ruined my life!"

"I wouldn't be so sure. It made you come out, right? And you can't say
you're anywhere near as shy as you might have been before."

"But-"

"The demon was supposed to help people, but some of our kind have a
horribly perverted sense of right and wrong. I'm here to make things better
for you."

"H-how? Say I believe all this and you're really some fairy godmother in
this assholes body, what can save me? Do you know what the call me? The
school fag! How can I go on like that?"

"Would you like it if the kids knew you as the guy who dominated Mateo
Gonzales?"

"That... well. I guess he'd be the new laughing stock then. But how?"

"You and I are going to make a little movie."

"What?"

"Let me come in first. I'll show you a clip of what Mateo could do when he
was being handled by Master Bain."


***


I let Mateo's mind wake up the second I was about to take Eugene's dick in
my mouth. The bully got to experience the taste from the first moment on.

Not looking up meant Mateo didn't even know whose pubes were tickling his
nose as I slobbered and gagged myself to give a good show.

"Choke on my meat, dumb faggot," Eugene said and I let Mateo see who he was
serving and that he was being filmed.

The younger boy's mind freaked out. He was mentally clawing at the walls of
his prison. Even without sound I knew he was screaming his mind's lungs
out.

With a slurping noise, I pulled away. "Master Park, I love your dick so
much. I want to serve you forever and be your slave in every possible way."

"Oh really?" Eugene said, fully enjoying the opportunity. "And why should I
let you do that?"

Rubbing Mateo's face on the wet dick, I replied, "I know I'm just an ugly,
stupid, worthless bag of muscles and good for nothing but showing off my
fuckable body and boy-whore skills, but I promise I'll do anything to
satisfy you, Master Park."

Eugene leaned back on his bed and spread his legs. He pushed the camera
forward to film the area between his legs.

With a display of greedy impatience, I pressed my tongue on his asshole and
smiled for the camera. Lapping up and down I got to hear more verbal abuse,
calling Mateo out for his uselessness as anything but a mouth and an ass.

The trapped mind inside my current head trembled with cold rage and terror.

"Please, Master Park," I said, still rubbing myself on his asshole. "Let me
feel your beautiful dick in my bitchhole. I swear I'll get you off in no
time."

"What makes you so confident?" Eugene asked in a surprisingly sex voice.

"I practiced a lot. I fist myself a dozen times a day. It makes me cum so
fast, especially when I imagine it is you, Master Park, who gets pleasure
from my performance."

"Hm, not convinced."

Rising from my position, I kept looking at the camera more than the boy
behind it. At the mention of the true statement of Mateo fisting himself
daily, the boy's mind had gone into shock. Now he was back to shaking as he
realized what was to follow.

I stood in the middle of Eugene's room and posed, flexing all of Mateo's
teen muscles with a rock hard dick.

"See, Master Park? I'm clearly only good to service dicks – and I love
your dick in particular. It's the most delicious thing I can imagine. I
love your dick almost as much as I love you, Master. Please, let me fulfill
my one and only purpose in life and help you to orgasm. I will derive
infinite pleasure from knowing I have given you the fucking you deserve."

"Alright, slave. You get it up the ass. Get ready."

Grabbing the lube, Eugene made space on his bed for me. I joined him and
went into doggy style position. He lubed up two fingers and filmed my ass
getting fingered open. Since Mateo had probably already jerked off today,
the hole was already stretched well.

After half a minute, Eugene pushed in. He placed the phone to keep filing
from a steady angle and grabbed my hips with both hands.

"This'll be the fuck of your life, slave."

"Thank you so much, Master Park. I love you more than anything."

We stayed in doggy style the whole five minutes and got continuously louder
until we were basically yelling on top of our lungs for no reason other
than to give a good show.

"Fuuuuuck," Eugene made and I knew he was unloading before I could feel it.

Little Mateo in his prison had gone quite but when the cum filled his hole,
hot and sticky, he came back trembling.

Once Eugene had gotten a good shot of cum flowing out of my ass, he turned
the camera off.

"Wow, this was one great ride."

"Yes, Eugene, it was. Now, I hope you'll share the video widely. I'll say
goodbye to you and then to Mateo." I closed the glory hole to send Mateo
back into slumber.

"One more thing," I said as I got dressed. "Get a mohawk. A narrow one,
preferably with the rest shaved."

"But that's the haircut the demon gave me!"

"Exactly. As long as you stay marked that way, he will see you as dealt
with and not come back for another round."

"Oh, okay."

Quickly, I stunned the boy, took his phone and sent myself the video. I
also memorized his contact data.

When the stun wore off, I told Eugene there might be a little more to
follow but not to worry about it too much. He started to upload the file
before I was even gone.

Once back at Mateo's place, I opened a glory hole for him, as I stood in
front of his mirror.

"Here's the deal, Mateo, my boy. If you keep treating gay boys with
anything but utmost respect I will have to come back to keep teaching you
lessons. Do you want that? If not, maybe you should tweak your behavior a
little. Also, you covered up your hair. I remember telling you to keep the
style, no? You will leave your hair in a palm tree without covering it and
maintain it this way. That's not a suggestion, that's a factual
statement. You may dye it in any color you like, but not alter the
shape. Until never, or perhaps next time. It's up to you."

I sent him back to sleep again because I had one more thing to do.


***


At home I first sent Ken a quarter million from one of my accounts. It was
pocket change to me at this point. I had invested my stolen riches in all
sorts of revenue streams.

Then I shot Eugene an anonymous message.

"Hello Eugene, or should I call you Master Park now? Here's the number of a
boy who has also met one of our kind and gotten away lightly. You may share
some coming interests. He is not aware of as many specifics about the
nature of these events and I'd prefer it stays that way. We usually don't
speak to our clients directly."

Then I wrote a message to a different boy.

"Hello Lyle! Your Spiritual Liberator speaking here. How's it going? I sent
your number to a boy just your age who has had a similar experience to
yours. Maybe you two can find a few common interests. He may or may not
contact you soon."

Eugene wrote back, telling me he was going to give the boy a call. I left
the anonymous number active for one more day, but Lyle didn't message me
before deactivation. The final sign came from Eugene who let me know he was
happy to have met Lyle Hopper and they were on the path to becoming
buddies.

It seemed I was picking favorites. Once a boy or man impressed me or
completed a test, I helped him quite often – for some definition of
helping. Not all the time, of course. To man like Jack Singleton and boys
like Isaac Bowman I was simply cruel for fun. But in general I seemed like
what Eugene had called me – a fairy godmother.


***


One day later I accessed footage from the three cameras I had hidden in
Mateo's room – again. I simply had to conduct research on the boy.

Mateo spent the whole day masturbating, and used the dildo I had donated
him before I had left for good. Two days later I came to understand the
permanent effects of my doing.

My hopes were fulfilled. When I had overwhelmed his mind with sparks the
second time, the effect had been cumulative. He was jerking off twenty to
thirty times a day. His life consisted of nothing else. I'm not sure how he
managed but he went back to school. He certainly didn't have the energy to
bully kids.


***


After all those punishments I felt like being nice to my next batch of
victims – or should I say contestants? Since I had an absurd amount of
money at my disposal I could make some poor shmucks compete for my
amusement and pay them. Part of me wondered if Cruz Main had ever been
convicted of anything, but maybe it was more fun not knowing.

With a special package, I switched into a new mind. The 18 year old boy was
called Keith McCoy and his face made him destined to be a model. His sharp,
small features let him look strong and boyishly charming. He had a slender
body, slightly on the tall side.

The best part was, he lived in a tiny apartment – not with his parents,
so I assumed he would have an easy time going along with my "requests".

First I had to strip and give his body hair the usual treatment plus dick
mohawk as an extension of his faint treasure trail.

I figured out his address and looked up his number, email and bank
data. After committing all that to memory, I placed my prewritten paper
– in a fancy red folder – on his desk. It all looked totally
official.

The content was, "Dear contestant #7, you have been selected for
participation in The Game. Over the course of the next few days you will
receive messages with tasks. Should you succeed, you are eligible for cash
prices of up to a million dollar. Should you fail, you will be
eliminated. Do we mean `eliminated from the competition' or worse? You may
not wish to try and find out. The first message will arrive shortly to
confirm your participation. Declining this opportunity will be regarded as
failure. Good luck and have fun."

Once I was sure, there was nothing else to do, I walked into the bathroom
naked and woke Keith up. Additionally I blocked his mind off from
confounding sparks, letting him think crystal clear.

His mind panicked as he realized he was not in control of his body. I
grinned at his reflection with Keith's own gorgeous smile and grabbed the
razor I had brought. I took my time giving his a well-shaped mohawk made
from his long, shaggy hair. It went well with his slim face.

All the way through, Keith grew more anxious. His immediate panic had given
way to confused dread.

"Hello Keith McCoy," I said. His sharp spike of fear was enough to make me
go hard with his pretty dick, which he of course felt happen.

"Our preparations are almost complete. You may wonder what you are being
prepared for. Please refer to the submitted document once this stage is
finished."

Then I walked leisurely to his window. He was on the fifth floor. I opened
the window solely, letting him be confused and weirded out.

The second I placed my foot on the windowsill Keith understood what was
happening and went almost insane with panic. He tried to break his cocoon,
but lacked anything resembling mental hands to claw at the walls.

I leaned out and rose halfway out the window, looking down on the road as
if considering where to land. A glory hole right to doom.

After a good minute of this, I dropped back in, closed the window and
walked over to his desk. Keith's panic subsided.

"Now contestant Keith, I hope you understand what this game entails. Until
we meet again."

I switched out, knowing that he would immediately see the
document. Furthermore it was clear his first course of action would be to
jerk off because he was already hard and I hadn't stopped the trickle of
horniness sparks like I had with the other kind.


***


Only one day later I found my next victim. This one was pretty much the
opposite of pretty boy Keith.

Reginald `Reg' Foster was a 29 year old builder. He was like a blow up
version of Damon Pena. Well, there were differences aside from height. Reg
was not only taller and buffer but also had a thicker core from doing work
instead of work-`outs'.

While he lacked Damon's vascularity, he had similarly comical
proportions. Wherever I looked on his body was endless thick muscle.

Reg was fairly hairy, so I fixed that right away, then placed the
document. The only difference was that his name would be contestant #9.

Jerking the huge guy hard, I looked through his stuff to get all
information I needed. Going by what was around the place, there was a
girlfriend in the picture but she wasn't here right now and that was all
that mattered.

He had short hair but it would form a proper mohawk just fine. I pulled the
same trick, waking him up before shaving his head, talking to him, stepping
halfway out the window – he was on the third floor – and vanishing
when he was in front of the document.


***


Both contestants responded positively to my initial message. Well, at least
they promised to take part in The Game. Keith was nicely submissive and
begged to tell him if there was anything to give him an edge. Reg threw
insults and demanded to know what was going on, but a gentle reminder of
what was possible if he refused shut him up.


***


That was quite a lot of loose ends tied up. Mateo will be busy from now
on. It is also the start of something new.