Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2015 15:56:15 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Possession - Chapter 5

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction (obviously). Please do not read
it if it is not legal for you to do so. If it is legal, then go ahead and I
hope you enjoy!

Author's Note: Thanks all for the feedback. It still amazes me that the
series has fans even after lying dormant for four years. Anyway, here's
chapter 5. Emails are always welcome at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk


Possession

Chapter 5

by Matt


I woke the next morning, thankfully in my own body. My accidental
transferences the day before had me a little concerned and I was determined
not to let it happen again. The drawback of being in my own body was the
remnants of last nights orgasm sticking to me.

Once I was showered and dressed, I went down to breakfast. Danny looked at
me with a mix of anger and suspicion. Last night was obviously far from
forgotten. I couldn't help noticing that he looked quite tired too. I
guessed a megagasm (I found myself rapidly liking that word) must have been
pretty tiring.

Throughout breakfast, Danny never said a word to me, he just continued
glaring. As I left, he followed, stopping me at the bottom of the stairs.

"I don't know how you did that last night, but I'm gonna find out and I'm
gonna make you regret it!" he snapped.

I smirked, knowing that the chances of him figuring it out were slim at
best. Still, it was better not to have him snooping around, just in case so
perhaps a little deterrent was called for. "Hey Danny, have you ever had
that dream where you wake up and you're in school in just your underwear?"
I asked. He looked at me, his anger slowly melting into worry. As I spoke,
I edged closer and closer, my voice gradually quietening to an aggressive
hiss. "Well imagine it happening, but you're naked... and boned up... and
playing with yourself, with everyone watching. Imagine them all seeing your
naked little body, pointing and laughing at you. Well if you bother me
about this again, I'll do something to you that'll make that seem like a
good day. You get me?"

By the time I finished, my lips were virtually touching his ear. I pulled
back, grinning as sinisterly as I could manage. In truth, the thought of
inflicting such torture on the little bastard was already quite tempting
anyway. His eyes were wide, staring at me in absolute fear as I walked up
the stairs without looking back.

My pseudo-celebrity status at school had lingered into today, which annoyed
me at first, thinking it might restrict me from having some fun again, but
it ended up actually providing opportunities. While everyone likes a hero
(not that I'm saying anything I'd done was heroic, but rumours will be
rumours), there are always some people determined to tear them down.

"Oh, there goes the big man!" Carl Anthony, a boy from another class in my
year sneered as I walked through the yard. "Still think you're tough, do
you?"

I looked back as I continued walking. "No, not really." I said back. I knew
my actions had been borne of intelligence, not toughness so I wasn't lying.

A few bystanders sniggered at my nonchalance, noticing the anger on Carl's
face as I mostly ignored his attempt to intimidate. He charged at me and
grabbed my arm, spinning me around. "Oy, I was talking to you!"

"Actually I think you were shouting AT me, there's a difference." I said
back with a shrug. More sniggering. A crowd started to form, close enough
to watch, but not right on top of us. I think they expected a fight to
break out.

"Think you're smart, don't you?" he snapped.

I grinned. "Wait, first you said I thought I was tough, now you're saying I
think I'm smart? Really I'm just confused, maybe you can tell me what I
really think." Outright laughter came from the crowd now, the final straw.

He swung a first at me. Acting on pure instinct, my mind transferred into
his body allowing me to stop the punch, just before it hit. But what to do
now? To everyone watching, it looked like he had just been threatening to
hit me, while I had stood my ground, not even flinching. There came a few
gasps and comments about my steely resolve, how I hadn't even blinked. Of
course they didn't know it was simply because nobody was home.

My mind (or Carl's mind really) was racing. Then inspiration struck again,
continuing to prove I really did do my best thinking under pressure. I
reached up and grabbed my own face with Carl's hands and leant forward to
kiss myself on the lips, immediately switching back to my own body. I
recovered before Carl knew what was happening and pulled away as everyone
stared. "I've got an admirer, isn't it sweet!" I called out loudly.

Carl looked round and saw everyone laughing at him. "He tried to kiss him!"
someone called out. "Carl's in love with Nick!" someone else added amongst
the raucous laughter and cheering.

"Wait, what? No, I never..." Carl stuttered, completely disoriented. He
looked at me, more scared than annoyed.

"NOW I think I'm clever." I said quietly, before turning to walk away.

I thought that was it, that he would skulk away and wait for everything to
blow over, but once again I had overestimated the power of my trickery. As
I walked, I heard some yells from behind me, then something hit my head and
everything went black.

I'm told I was unconscious for just a couple of minutes, but I had no
concept of that when I awoke to the sound of a lot of shouting. There was a
crowd around me, but one particular person hung right over me... it was Mr
Ferguson! "Hey, can you hear me?" he asked.

"Wow." I muttered, seeing his beautiful face up close for the first time,
then realised what I had said and added, "Yeah, I'm awake."

"Will you all go away!" he snapped angrily at the gathered masses, all
hoping for a look at what was going on. Reluctantly they started to back
off. "I'm gonna call you an ambulance."

"No." I insisted. "I'm okay." I wasn't sure if I was, but an ambulance
seemed unnecessary.

"Sorry kid, you lost consciousness, it's school policy." he argued
back. "And always best to play it safe with head wounds, besides, I think
you're gonna need stitches."

"What for?" I asked. As far as I knew, I had just had a knock on the head
and blacked out for a moment, but I reached up and touched my forehead,
pulling my fingers back to reveal a lot of blood. "I'm fine." I insisted. I
started to get up, making Mr Ferguson out down his phone as he attempted to
stop me. "See, I'm okay." As I stood, a wave of dizziness washed over me
and I staggered, the teacher grabbing me to keep me standing.

"You're NOT okay." Mr Ferguson insisted. "Okay, I'm gonna take you inside
to the First Aid room, then I'm calling that ambulance."

I took a step, but everything continued to spin so I just stumbled once
again. That was when Mr Ferguson picked me up. I wished I was a little more
alert so that I could appreciate his arms supporting me as my head rested
on his chest, but everything was foggy. All I remember of the short walk to
the First Aid room was his scent. His deodorant, aftershave and natural
musk mingling into a smell more intoxicating than anything I could have
ever imagined.

He put me down on a bed in the First Aid room. I vaguely recall him asking
someone else to call the ambulance for me while he carried me through. As I
lay there, only half-conscious, he pressed something against my
head. Somehow, my hand found his and without even meaning to, I gripped
onto it tightly.

He spoke to me as he held the dressing on my head. The words were lost, but
the tone of his voice was soothing, mesmerising even. It felt like I was
laying there for hours, holding his hand as the room span around me, but it
can't have been that long before paramedics turned up and checked me
over. They asked me questions and I may have answered, but all I kept
thinking was that I wanted Mr Ferguson back.

"We're going to take you to the hospital now." One of the paramedics
said. I nodded but didn't really follow.

Then he reappeared, my saviour. "We've called your parents and they'll meet
you there." he said.

I just looked at him, smiled and mumbled, "You're so pretty." I heard some
laughing as I got wheeled away.

The ambulance ride was a blur, but by the time I arrived at the hospital,
my head had begun to clear, which may sound like a good thing, but it meant
I was able to feel pain instead. My whole head throbbed, particularly the
back of my neck and my forehead. On top of that, my wrist and chest both
hurt.

I got checked in, answering their questions a lot more clearly than the
earlier ones and got placed in a bed, awaiting a doctor. Before the doctor
arrived though, my parents turned up. I think just seeing me in there,
particularly with the blood still on my face must have scared my Mum, as
she went full-on with the hysterics. You'd think I was dying the way she
carried on.

They questioned me about what had happened. I didn't actually know myself,
and I used a sudden spell of dizziness as en excuse to stop talking. When
the doctor came round and examined me, she concluded that I had a fairly
serious concussion, but suspected no more serious head injury and confirmed
that I would in fact need stitches for the gash on my head. Meanwhile, she
suspected a broken wrist and possibly broken ribs. Her best guess about had
happened was that I had been hit in the back of head, rendering me
unconscious, and on falling to the ground had crushed my wrist under my own
ribcage and banged my head on the floor. They intended to keep me in
overnight for observation.

After an x-ray confirmed my broken bones, my wrist was put in a cast and my
ribs were torso was bandaged. After that, I just wanted to sleep. The
doctor said it was a good idea, despite my Mum's protestations that I
shouldn't and that she knew better than the Doctor. The ensuing argument
between 'current medical practices' and what Mum had 'read on the internet'
soon helped me nod off.

When I woke up, Danny and Martin were in the room along with Mum and
Dad. "Hey, you okay champ?" Martin asked with a smile as he saw my eyes
open. "You look a mess!"

"You should see the other guy!" I joked. Martin laughed, Mum and Dad
didn't. My comment made me think about Carl. I assumed it was him who had
hit me, so I wondered what might have been happening to him.

Danny looked thoroughly unhappy to be there, but he walked up to me,
without looking me in the eye and just said quietly, "I'm glad you're
okay."

"Sorry." I said, grabbing his arm as he started to walk away. "About this
morning."

"Whatever." he said, shrugging, but his smile was sincere.

"They've offered a room to us if one of us wants to stay here overnight
with you." Dad said.

"I'll be okay on my own." I insisted.

"But I told them you'd be okay on your own." Dad continued, ignoring my
interruption and smiling.

"Thanks Dad." I said happily.

"We've grabbed a few of your things for you." Martin said, gesturing to a
bag on the opposite side of the room. "So you should have everything you
need."

I smiled my gratitude at him. "Thanks. You may as well all go now though, I
think I'm gonna sleep some more and there's no point in you all sitting
round watching me!" Honestly I just wanted to be alone. It was awkward
having them hover round me like that.

Dad and Martin managed to convince Mum I was right, while Danny just left
without a second glance. I said goodbye to them all and lay back down,
actually considering sleeping. Five minutes later though, just as I was
nodding off, someone walked through the door. Rubbing my eyes with my
functional hand, I looked over and saw Mr Ferguson. I smiled much more than
I had intended to, my delight at seeing him blatantly obvious.

"Hi Mr Ferguson." I said cheerfully.

"Hi Nicholas." he said, very formally.

"Ugh, call me Nicky, or Nick. I hate Nicholas." I insisted.

Mr Ferguson laughed. "Sorry, Hi Nicky. How are you feeling?"

"Much better now." I said, then added, "But I'm on some pretty strong
painkillers, which I guess is helping."

He pulled up a chair and sat beside me.

"Did the school send you?" I asked, wondering if he had simply been tasked
with checking up on me.

"No, I just wanted to check you were okay. You had me pretty scared for a
bit back there." he replied honestly.

"You didn't seem scared. You were awesome. My hero." I said, and
immediately blushed.

He chuckled at both my comment and my embarrassment. "That's sweet, but
yeah, you scared me. When you held my hand I thought it may have been
because you wanted to stop it shaking!"

"I... held your hand?" I asked. The entire thing was a blur.

"Yup. And you called me pretty." he added with a laugh.

"Oh God, quick, get a doctor!" I yelled out.

His face contorted into panic. "What's happening? What's wrong?"

"I think I'm about to die of embarrassment!" I said seriously, then burst
into laughter.

He looked at me furiously, but then burst into laughter too.

"Do you know what happened?" I asked as the laughter died down and
threatened to turn into awkward silence.

"Yeah, I was heading into the school when it happened. I saw the crowd and
after what I'd heard about yesterday, I figured I might need to step in. I
got there and saw you walking away from Carl Anthony, but he ran after you
and punched you in the back of the head." he explained.

"What's happening to him?" I asked.

"Well he's been suspended and chances are he'll be expelled. There might
even be criminal proceedings." he replied, his voice completely devoid of
any sympathy.

"No." I said, frowning. "Can you talk to the school? I don't want that to
happen."

"He assaulted you. I even witnessed it myself. I don't think your objection
is really going to change that." Mr Ferguson insisted.

"But I provoked him. I pretty much started it!" I confessed.

"That's not the way the other students tell it."

"Yeah well they don't... they don't know everything." I said. I wondered
how much more I could say without revealing myself to the teacher.

He sighed and stared at me, almost like he was trying to figure me out. "If
someone had done this to me, I doubt I'd be defending him, but I'm sure you
have your reasons. I'll speak to the Head tomorrow."

"Thanks." I said with a smile. He smiled back. "You're even prettier when
you smile." I said without thinking. I blame the painkillers!

"I like to think I'm more handsome than pretty!" he said with a cheeky
grin.

"Pretty, handsome, sexy. They all fit!" I said, then screwed my eyes closed
as I realised I had done it again. "I think they've given me Veritaserum
instead of painkillers!" I attempted to hide my shame with a little humour.

"Well at least I know what you're saying is true then!" he said, playing
along. It just made me blush even more.

Humour seemed to alleviate the tension a little. "I actually planned this
whole thing, just so I could hold your hand, ya know!" I joked.

"Break something worse than your wrist and you might get a kiss!" he joked
back, then realised what exactly he had just offered. "Erm... forget I said
that. That's... that's not appropriate, sorry."

I looked at him for a moment as if trying to solve a
puzzle. "You're... different to the way I imagined you."

"Oh, you've been 'imagining' me, have you?" He put air quotes around
'imagining' and winked, obviously trying to embarrass me some more.

I decided to call his bluff. "Yeah, and quite often too! Although it looks
like that's off the menu for a while!" I said, raising my plastered wrist
and grinning. It worked, he turned bright red.

Quickly attempting to change the subject, he asked, "How am I different,
then?"

"I dunno." I said, shrugging and wincing with pain as my ribs throbbed from
the motion. "You're just not very teachery."

"I'm enough of a teacher to know that teachery isn't actually a word!" he
shot back with a grin, but then his face straightened and he added, "It's
just because I'm new. This is my first teaching job and I don't really have
any friends at the school yet. Maybe because I'm not teachery enough!"

I smiled at his use of my word and then offered, "Hey, you've got me. We're
like best buddies now. Aren't all good friendships built on a strong
foundation of unconsciousness, head injuries and awkward hand holding?"

He burst into laughter. "You are a VERY weird kid!"

'You have no idea.' I thought to myself.

"I should probably get going." he said, standing up from the chair.

"Okay." I said, unintentionally pouting. I forced a smile and said,
"Thanks, for... ya know... everything."

"No problem." He smiled back. "I'll see you at school." Just as he started
to walk away, he stop, span on the spot and walked back over. Leaning down
quickly, he kissed me on the forehead, winked at me and said, "Just in case
I'm not around for the next injury!" And with that, he left.

Once he was gone, I felt my tiredness returning and soon dropped off.

I was woken some time later by dinner being brought round. The concussion
and tablets made me a little nauseous so I most just pushed it around the
plate, my mind lingering on what might be happening to Carl and on the time
I had spent with Mr Ferguson. I found myself racked with guilt over both of
them. Admittedly the decision to assault me had been completely Carl's
choice, but I was the one who had pushed him to that point.

Meanwhile, Mr Ferguson had been beyond nice to me, but I had taken
advantage of him without his knowledge. I grabbed my phone and looked at
his pictures. The first thing that struck me was how wrong he looked. It
was his face, but completely my own expression. Having seen him up close
now, the difference was obvious. Invading his body at a most private time
and hijacking it for my own pleasure felt wrong too. I immediately deleted
the pictures.

The day had started so well. I was on a high from my adventures yesterday,
I had put Danny in his place and I felt like I could do anything. I
couldn't believe how much that could change in such a short time. Now I lay
there injured, miserable and torn up by my own conscience.

'And I can't even jerk off.' I thought to myself miserably. I had tried
doing it left-handed before and it just didn't work for me. Knowing my
right wrist would be out of action for at least six weeks felt horrible.

I was shaken from my thoughts by a tap at the door followed by a young man
walking in with a trolley. He was there to collect my tray. He looked at
how much and said, "Not hungry or didn't like it? I can go and find you
something else if you want?" His smile was so sweet and sincere it
immediately knocked me out of my misery.

"No, I just wasn't very hungry, but thanks." I said back.

"Okay, well let us know if you need anything else." he replied, loading the
tray onto the trolley.

'You could jerk me off!' I thought to myself, stifling a grin at the
thought. Then the idea came to me. I stared at him, concentrated and
suddenly I became him. I finished sliding the tray into the slot, quickly
closed the door and then pulled back the covers on my bed. I lifted the
hospital gown and slid down the underwear on my now-vacant body. I took the
cock in my hand, my mind reeling at the bizarre sensation of feeling my own
dick with someone else's hand and from such a different angle than I was
used to.

It quickly stiffened at my touch and I started pumping away as fast as I
could. I kept going for a couple of minutes and while it seemed responsive,
it refused to shoot. Disappointed, I put the covers back over, re-opened
the door, repositioned the man at the trolley so he wouldn't notice he had
moved and returned to myself.

When I returned though, something incredible happened. There was a surge of
gut-wrenching pleasure through my cock. I gasped in delight as the man
recovered from my possession, prompting him to look round at me. "Hey, you
okay?" he asked.

I could suddenly feel the wanking I had done to myself, as if the
sensations had stored themselves in some memory bank and decided to play
back once I returned. "Yeah." I stuttered, my hands clenching at the sheets
as I did my best to hide my extreme arousal.

He frowned at me and walked out. Just as the door closed, my cock erupted
in my underwear and I doubled over from the stimulation, then threw myself
back down as I felt the pain from my ribs. The wanking sensation seemed to
continue though, not caring that I had already cum. I gasped ecstatically
as it continued, far beyond the point I would have been able to stimulate
it myself normally. I was verging on a second orgasm when it just
stopped. I figured the sensation had only continued for the same length of
time as I had been stroked it whilst out of my body.

I lay there, panting and sticky as my mind raced through the possibilities
of the new discovery. Maybe I might get to experience a megagasm in my own
body after all.

*****

Later that evening, my mind started wandering back over the victims of my
previous possessions. With my wrist out of action and nobody around to
'lend me a hand', I figured doing it in someone else's body was at least a
little enjoyment for me. So who would it be?

Mr Ferguson still felt wrong, although I did find myself wanting to go to
him, if only so I could look into his beautiful eyes again.

My neighbour? At this time of night he was probably still doing things with
his wife, so he was out.

Liam? No, after the workout I had given him the other night and accidental
embarrassment I would have caused getting him caught by his Mum put me off
revisiting there any time soon. The same applied to Danny, I'd be amazed if
he could even touch his cock after last night, let alone produce another
orgasm.

How about Lenny? I figured he had suffered enough for now. I decided he
would only get revisited if he didn't change his ways and ended up needing
further 'corrections'.

I stopped when Mark popped into my head. I had possessed him briefly, but
never took any action. Looking back, my determination to get 'revenge' for
him pointing out my boner seems fairly petty now, but I figured I had
nothing else to do. I concentrated on him and my conscious rushed out of me
and into him.

Looking round, I found he was sat in the cinema. A glance each way showed
he was with a couple of his mates from school. I jumped up from the seat
and just said, "Toilet." when I got a look from Paul Bentley who sat beside
him. I left the screen, headed for the toilets and locked myself in a
cubicle.

I pulled out his cock, finding it amusingly small. Maybe that was why he
was so keen to point out my own erection, he was self-conscious about his
own. Regardless of size, it felt great as I started pumping away. I reached
under the t-shirt with one hand and played with a nipple as I jerked
off. As I shot my load, I just let it all land on my leg, figuring the
jeans belonged to Mark, so it was his problem now. That was when good old
inspiration struck again. It seems I would have my revenge after all.

Instead of putting my (Mark's) cock away, I undressed. Once I was naked, I
opened the cubicle door and looked out warily. I realised my caution was
stupid, my intention here was for him to be seen, but the instinct to not
be seen was still strong. With films still running in most of the screens,
there was nobody else about so I grabbed his clothes, piled them into the
bin and headed back for the screen.

It was both terrifying and thrilling to walk naked through the
doors. Ignoring the looks and gasps as people saw me, I headed back to
Mark's seat and sat down. I was about to return to my body, regretting the
thought of missing the show when I considered another possibility. Staring
at the person sat in front of Mark, my mind rushed from his body and into
the man I had been staring at.

"What the fuck?" Paul called out as he looked round at his naked friend.

Mark regained his focus, looked at Paul and asked. "What?"

Paul said nothing, he just looked down at Mark's naked body and pointed. He
looked down to see what his friend meant and noticed his nakedness. From
his point of view, he had been sat clothed one second and his clothes had
simply disappeared, he had no memory of even leaving the room.

"Shit!" Mark called out.

By now, most of the cinema was in uproar, either complaining about the
inappropriateness or simply laughing and pointing at the naked teen.

Mark grabbed for the coat on the back of his chair. I cursed myself for
forgetting that. He threw it over his lap, then grabbed for Paul's and put
it on. He stood, using his coat to cover up before tying it around his
waist, then ran for the door, all to the deafening sound of cheers and
laughter.

Sniggering to myself in the strange man's body, I returned to my own. Still
laughing at the sight of Mark's panicked face, I settled down in bed and
went to sleep.