Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2015 23:46:22 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Possession - Chapter 4

Disclaimer – This story contains sex and scenes of a mature
nature. Please do not read it if it is not legal for you to do so (or at
least, don't get caught doing it!!)

Author's Note – it's been over four years since I started this story, so
I figured it was time for a new chapter. This was the very first story I
wrote, so I hope you've enjoyed it. If you're interested in reading my
second ever story, you can find it here -
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

All feedback or thoughts are welcome at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

Name correction – The older brother is referred to as 'Mark' incorrectly
in chapter 2. His correct name is Martin.


Possession

Chapter 4

by Matt


I woke up with vague memories of bizarre, vivid dreams. Some of them barely
even seemed to be my own and I wondered if maybe I had slipped into other
peoples' heads while I slept. My theory proved to be immediately true as I
looked around the room and realised it wasn't my own. I jumped out of bed,
found a mirror and looked. I was in Mark's body, obviously my thoughts of
revenge had continued into my dreams and then my powers had kicked in.

I was tempted to start my revenge early, perhaps making him run out of the
house naked or something like that, but I wanted to be present myself to
see his humiliation when I inflicted it, so I released him and transferred
back to my own body. As I returned, I felt a wave of arousal flood through
me. While my epic explosion the night before had felt amazing, I had not
actually done anything to my own body to trigger it and my cock was begging
for my touch.

I took hold of it and started stroking rapidly, feeling a degree of comfort
in feeling my own cock in my own hand for a change. I had used other
peoples bodies so much over the last couple of days that I had almost
forgotten the feeling. I moaned happily as I felt my orgasm approaching,
throwing back the covers just in time to avoid making too much mess. I
didn't quite hit the ceiling this time, but I happily covered my chest in a
substantial load.

As usual I was last to breakfast and got the usual greetings. I was sat
eating my breakfast, lost in my thoughts and the possibilities of what I
might do today when I felt Danny nudge me. "Oy, dad's talking to you, stop
daydreaming about your boyfriend!" he said, sniggering.

He had no reason to think I was actually gay, but he just liked to try and
annoy me with it. I glared at him then turned to Dad. "Sorry?"

"I said will you be okay keeping an eye on Danny tonight?" he repeated his
question.

"Oh, yeah. No problem. I don't mind BABYsitting!" I said, emphasising the
baby part as revenge for Danny's earlier jibe. I was a bit annoyed really
that I was being asked to do it. With my new powers, every bit of spare
time I had now had the potential for great fun. Although Danny would do his
own thing that evening, I couldn't risk being away from my body with him
around and getting found out.

Danny just pulled a face at me and kicked me under the table in response to
my remark. I would have responded, but figured I could come up with
something better than a simple kick. Then it occurred to me. I knew how
risky it was to leave my body with people around, but it would only be for
a second. I concentrated on Danny and found myself in his body instantly,
disoriented by the sudden change of perspective at the table.

Acting quickly, I squeezed as hard as I could and started to pee, then
returned to my body. Danny looked disoriented for a moment, then realised
what has happening. "Fuck!" he yelled at full volume, jumping out of his
seat.

"Danny!" Mum yelled as she heard him swear, then she saw what he had done,
remnants of his pee dripping from his trouser leg.

Danny's bottom lip quivered and he burst into tears, running out of the
kitchen. I felt a moment of guilt at how upset he was, but it soon
passed. Aside from the embarrassment I had just caused him, I now had
something I could mention every time I wanted to shut him up again.

I quickly left, sniggering and headed out to school. I was much earlier
than usual, not wanting to be around when Danny finally emerged from his
room, but I figured I could find a way to entertain myself at school for a
while.

Once I got there, I sat in the school-yard and and looked round at the
others who had arrived early. Most were playing games or standing round in
groups talking. Nothing really caught my interest, at least not until I
looked round towards the entrance to the faculty building. A few teachers
were heading in, some in small groups and others on their own. Mr Ferguson
caught my attention particularly. He was a fairly new PE teacher and this
was his first job so he was quite young. His youthful appearance sometimes
even got him mistaken for one of the more mature sixth-formers. I had not
yet had him as a PE teacher, which was probably a good thing as I expected
I would have popped a boner for the entire lesson if he was around. I could
already feel stirrings below just from seeing him walk into the building.

I concentrated on him and found myself getting pulled through that dark
tube, waking up behind his eyes. I was inside the faculty building, a place
few students ever got to see the inside of. I hadn't really given the plan
any thought, beyond wanting to do something with him. Looking round, I saw
a toilet. I walked in and locked the door behind me. It was fairly large
and spacious, much more pleasant than the piss-soaked hovels they subjected
us students to. Above the sink was a large mirror and that was when
inspiration struck.

Excitedly I pulled off his clothes, doing my best not to look down as I did
so, then once I was naked, stood proudly facing the mirror. If I hadn't
already been aroused, he would have induced an instant erection. Light
brown hair, cut short and meticulously styled, baby blue eyes, sumptuous
lips over a row of ridiculously perfect teeth. His body was even better -
bulging pecs, a strong eight-pack leading down like an arrow pointing to
his goodies. He was completely smooth everywhere except under his arms, not
even a hint of pubes above his rigid seven-incher.

"Fuck, I need to remember this!" I said in his sexy deep voice. I pulled
the phone out of his pocket. I unlocked it with a 4-digit number, barely
even stopping to wonder how I knew it! I snapped a couple of pictures in
the mirror in a few poses and sent them to my number, then deleted them and
quickly dressed. Once I had him back in the hallway where I had found him,
I returned to my body, leaving him to continue his day as normal.

Eagerly I pulled out my phone and looked through the pictures. Instant
boner! Despite having cum just a couple of hours before, his pictures had
me so turned on that I had to shoot again so I headed for the toilets and
locked myself in a cubicle, suddenly appreciating the teachers' facilities
even more. With my eyes fixed on his picture, I quickly stroked out my
second load of the morning, stifling my moans of pleasure to avoid being
heard.

I returned to the yard and looked around but still nobody caught my eye. I
found myself really missing my best friend, Oli. He was only away for a
week, but it already felt like a lot longer. I had been so caught up in my
new-found powers that I hadn't really had much chance to miss him until
then. I wondered if I should tell him about my powers when he got back or
if I should keep it entirely to myself. Could I risk my secret getting out?
Who knows what might happen. I had seen enough movies to know what the
government did to people like me. Tests, dissections, torture... basically
nothing good!

I was shaken from my thoughts by a surprising sight... Lenny was back! I
was amazed he had the balls to show his face, but from his expression I
would say it wasn't by choice. There was a lot of laughing and
pointing... from a distance though. Even with his humiliation he was still
intimidating enough to put anyone off a face-to-face confrontation.

I watched as he made his way across the yard. As he walked, a first-year
chasing a football ran in front of him, not seeing his approach. He bumped
into the large bully, then turned and immediately started apologising. I
looked round. Not a teacher in sight, nobody moved towards him. Angered and
embarrassed by my trick, he looked ready to take out all of his aggression
on the small boy.

I don't know what came over me then, whether it was guilt over 'poking the
bear' with my trick, or a surge of boldness from the confidence my powers
were giving me, but I ran over as fast as I could, just as Lenny grabbed
the boy by the front of his shirt, first raised. "Hey!" I yelled.

Most of the school-yard had already been watching, but as my shout echoed
around the large space, everyone else froze. I suddenly realised I was in
trouble. If I had wanted to stop it, I could have just taken over his body
and made him. Why hadn't I done that? I cursed my own bravado.

"Hey what?" Lenny snapped, keeping hold of the kid but turning his gaze on
me.

"Put him down!" I said as firmly as I could force myself to.

Lenny laughed. "Okay!" he said, dropping the kid who ran for cover. He
approached me instead and grabbed a handful of shirt. "I'm happy to kick
the shit out of you instead!"

That was when I smiled, my skills of improvisation had served me well so
far and they came through once again. "You're not gonna kick the shit out
of me!" I said confidently.

"Oh, you're gonna stop me, are you?" he sniggered wickedly, tightening his
grip on my shirt.

"No, you're going to put me down and walk away," I ordered, then added
quietly so only he could hear, "Otherwise I'll do worse than leave you
naked in a closet." I smiled knowingly.

"Wait, you..." he stuttered, the colour draining from his face.

"That's right. I put you in there and you still have no idea how. So unless
you want to give everyone a repeat show right out here in the yard, put me
down.... and walk away!" I stared, unblinking.

I don't know if he really believed that I had been responsible, or just
didn't want to risk it, but he put me down, glared angrily then walked
away. There was an eerie silence. If it had been a movie, a tumble-weed
probably would have rolled by. Then came the cheers and applause. Nobody
had ever seen anyone stand up to Lenny. They didn't know what I had said
but it didn't matter. I had stood up to Lenny and won.

I was assaulted with a barrage of compliments and praise, pats on the back
and fist bumps, even a quick awkward hug from the boy I had saved. I felt a
surge of pride. Amongst all the horny fun, I had barely even given a
thought to actually doing some good with my abilities. Don't get me wrong,
I wasn't imagining a lycra outfit and cape as I swung round the city by
night, but I definitely thought about how I might be able to help people.

Just as the story of Lenny's naked discovery had spread quickly through the
school, embellished by the Chinese whispers, so too did the story of me
standing up to him. By lunchtime, someone was aksing me how it had felt to
knock him out with a single punch!

It seemed the story had also made its way to the faculty though. After
afternoon registration, my form tutor, Mr Nealson asked me to stay behind
for 'a chat'. "I heard you got in a fight with Lenny this morning."

"No I didn't." I replied honestly. "He was picking on someone, and I told
him to stop!"

"You.. told Lenny... to stop? And he just did?" Mr Nealson asked, smirking
at the prospect of such a small boy standing up to someone as big as Lenny.

"Yes." I said simply.

"Why do I find that hard to believe?" he asked.

Emboldened by the day, I answered back, "Lack of imagination?"

Mr Nealson looked furious at my cheek, but I felt quite justified in my
attitude. I had done nothing wrong and he was acting on rumours. "Well I
heard you hit Lenny. You know we don't accept violence at this school."

"I didn't hit anyone." I said bluntly.

"It's almost like you want detention. Don't push me, Mr Taylor." Mr Nealson
snapped angrily.

I had had enough. I stepped closer to him and said, "No, don't YOU push
ME!"

"Right. Detention, for a week!"

"You don't want to do that." I said with a smile, inspiration striking me.

"Two weeks." he added.

I laughed. "No, you'll apologise to me and cancel the detention."

"Oh and why would I do that?" he asked, smirking.

I concentrated for a moment and entered his body. I quickly stripped, held
out his phone and took a few selfies, then sent them to my phone with the
message, "Thinking of you, Nicky!" I didn't delete these ones. I considered
going back to my own body and leaving him naked, but thought it would
confuse him more if I dressed him first, so I quickly pulled it all back
on, sat him back down and returned to my body.

He shook his head as his consciousness returned. I continued as if nothing
had happened. "Why would you do that?" I reminded him of his
question. "Well if you don't, then I think the police might want to ask you
about why you're sending inappropriate pictures to a minor!"

He looked at me like I was insane. "What are you talking about, I've never
done anything like that."

"Really?" I asked, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I opened the message
and showed him, smiling wickedly.

His face distorted in horror. "They're fake, I never did that."

"You sure? Check your phone." I said. Frantically he pulled out his phone
and looked. There were the pictures, there was the sent message. "How did
you..."

"Now apologise and I walk away!" I said firmly.

"I'm... I'm sorry!" he stuttered.

I smiled, turned and headed for the door. Before I left, I turned to him
and said, "I'm not a monster, Mr Nealson. I'll delete the pictures and I
won't say a word. Just... don't piss me off again!"

Talk of my bravery was still everywhere for the rest of the day. Pleasant
as it was, the attention on me robbed me of any opportunity to mess around
with my power.

At the end of the day I headed home, dreading my evening with Danny. He was
bound to be determined to annoy me, as he always was, and if Lenny was any
indication then my trick would only serve to have annoyed him more.

Exactly as expected, as soon as my parents left he set out to piss me off,
deliberately getting in the way as I tried to watch TV. "Danny, stop it!" I
snapped.

He continued.

I remembered my issue with Mr Nealson earlier, surely my powers could be
useful here too. The simple solution would be to just jump into Danny's
body and watch TV from there, but I didn't know yet how long I could stay
in one body and I didn't want to tire myself so early in the evening.

I decided I should at least give the little git some warning. "Danny, stop
it or you'll regret it."

Instead of stopping him, my threat simply spurred him on. "Ooh, I'm so
scared, what are you gonna do, you big poof?"

"I did warn you!" I said with a smile. A moment's concentration and I was
in control. 'Hmm, I think maybe a mix of Lenny and Mr Nealson!' I thought
to myself. I quickly stripped off his clothes, piling them on the sofa then
headed for the front door. I unlocked it, stepped outside, locked it again
and pushed the key back through the letterbox. I returned to my body and
waited for his reaction.

First he tried the door, then started banging on it before calling out,
"Nick, let me in!" I burst into laughter when he appeared at the window,
covering up with one hand as he banged on the glass with the other.

I went to the front door, picked up the key and unlocked the door. He
dashed in, immediately grabbing me and threatening to hit me. I
sighed. "You don't learn do you!" I concentrated again. This time I stepped
outside, locked the door and returned the key then dashed down the driveway
into the middle of street and released him. I watched through the window as
he realised where he was, desperately running for cover and returning to
the door.

"Let me in!" he demanded again.

Again when he stepped inside he moved towards me, but I raised a hand and
said, "I wouldn't, unless you wanna end up a few miles away this time!"

He glared at me angrily, nostrils flared then ran into the lounge to
dress. "How did you do that?" he snapped.

"That's my secret. Now are you gonna keep pissing me off?" I asked smugly.

He didn't answer, he just headed upstairs while pulling on his t-shirt and
slammed his door.

As I sat watching the TV, I pulled out my phone and looked through the
pictures. As I promised Mr Nealson, I deleted his. Mr Ferguson's though,
they were staying! As I sat thinking about him, my concentration must have
slipped as I felt the familiar sensation of heading to somebody else's
body. I assumed it was Mr Ferguson, and a quick glance down indicated I was
probably right, his flawless body stretched out beneath me. Most
excitingly, his cock was in his hand. As I looked ahead of me, I saw porn
playing on the TV... two men. Mr Ferguson appeared to be gay. I suddenly
liked him even more. I wished I could be there watching him from the
outside, but instead settled for the inside view. One hand pumped away
while the other caressed the bumps and curves of his muscles.

Whether it was because he was close when I jumped in, or simply because I
found him so sexy, I soon shot a load. Watching excitedly as it formed
little pools between the ridges of his abs and in the crease between his
pectorals. I jumped back, wondering if he would perhaps think he had
blacked out from a particularly intense orgasm.

As I returned to my own body, I got the usual rush of horniness from the
orgasm I had experienced only in my head and not in my body. I considered
pulling out my cock and having a quick one, but worried Danny might come
down and catch me in the act. Much as I had with Mr Ferguson, I found
myself rushing into Danny without really intending to.

I was amazed to find myself looking down at another naked body. 'Fuck, is
everyone jerking off except me?' I thought. Danny's cock was in my hand,
just a few inches but rigidly hard. His phone was in his hand, playing a
video of a guy stood in the middle of some park, naked and jerking off.

I wondered if he was watching it as a result of what I had done to him, his
naked adventure catching his imagination or if I had accidentally just
punished him with something he already fantasised about. Watching the video
was getting me horny too and I pumped away at Danny's little tool. As I
felt the climax building, I remembered my multiple-orgasm experiment with
Liam, the boy across the road. I figured that as I was in another possible
test subject, that I may as well try it again... purely for scientific
purposes of course!

I took a deep breath and prepared myself, remembering how quickly the
orgasms had built from good to amazing in Liam's body. As my stroking
continued, the small cock held between thumb and two fingers, it began
twitching as it began. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as I continued
stroking. A minute later, the second began. I stopped myself moaning for a
moment before remembering there was nobody else in the house to hear me so
I let my pleasure out audibly.

I stroked my way to a third. Last night, it had been beyond ten before they
started merging into one. Danny's body was responding differently. Whether
his orgasms last longer, or were quicker to induce, but by the fifth, they
just became one endless wave of pure euphoria. I actually screamed with
pleasure, willing Danny's hand to continue as the rest of his body spasmed
helplessly. How long had I been going? All concept of time fell away as the
self-induced megagasm continued.

"Oh my God, oh fuck, oh fuck!" I yelled out before I actually seemed to
lose the ability to form words. I doubled over and still the hand continued
stroking.

Finally, after more orgasms than it was possible to count I let go. Danny's
body continue to twitch excitedly for minutes after as I struggled for
breath. I contemplated going back to my body, thinking about how messy
things would get if I spontaneously ejaculated as I had previously on going
back.

I thought of my own body and rushed back to it, using every bit of
willpower I had as I did it in an attempt to hold back my excitement. It
worked, but barely, my cock felt huge and soaked from precum, but I didn't
cum. I needed to though, desperately. Deciding to save the pleasure for
when I was alone in bed seemed like a good idea. By the time my parents got
home and I decided to go to bed, cumming was the only thing I could think
about.

My door was barely closed before my clothes were thrown aside and my hand
was pumping at my throbbing dick. I turned on my phone and opened up the
pictures of Mr Ferguson. Just the sight of his body took me over the edge
and my balls emptied all over myself and wall behind my bed. Exhausted, I
fell asleep without even cleaning up.