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A policemans' tale - Part 3

Two months into his job as a police officer, and Lennard couldnt be happier. Hes doing a pretty good job at the station, and the chief is also very confident in him and his abilities as a police officer. In fact, he gave him a new partner, one greenhorn, who just finished studying, to tell him the ins and outs of the job. Right now, the car is parked at a vacant parking lot. Its noon, and the shift is nearly over. Just two more hours to go. Mario, his new partner, had to go to the toilet, thats why Lennard is waiting inside the car, watching him enter a small gas station.

The sun is shining brightly through the front window, while Lennard is browsing his phone, looking at pictures of himself in uniform. Swiping the pictures away, an ominous feeling washes over him. It feels like hes being watched by someone, something lurking nearby. He looks left and right, no one in sight, just a few cars, a bird here and there but nothing threatening. "Fuck." He chuckles, maybe hes just nervous. However, his body is tensing more and more, the hair on the back of his neck standing at attention.

Suddenly, he can hear something, deep inside his mind. A noise, a low screeching sound, like somebody is scratching the whiteboard with rusty nails. It gets louder and louder, a pain inducing sound. He closes his eyes, tries to cover his ears with his hands, but the sound is already echoing through his every thought. Lennard realizes, that it seems like somebody, something is calling for a him. "Lennard." A familiar yet distant voice mutters, again and again.

"What is this?" He groans, when the noise suddenly drops. The officer lowers his hands, and opens his eyes. Again, no one in sight. But then. "Can you here me boy?" That voice rings through his head once more, causing the cop to shake his head. "What? Who?" Lennard rubs his temple. "Lennard, do you hear me." The voice says in a more serious tone. Shaking his head, chuckling nervously, Lennard tries to play it off. "I must be exhausted. Hallucinating." He closes his eyes, to concentrate, but then, he can feel a presence inside him.

"Youre not hallucinating, boy." The voice smirks. "Ive been here for a while now." Lennard shakes his head, looks around, where is he?? "You cannot see me, boy." The man laughs mockingly. "Im inside your mind." Still chuckling nervously, Lennard looks into the rear view mirror, and inside his eyes, he can see something different. A faint shine is hiding behind them. "Who are you?" He says, worried. "This has to be a dream." He thinks to himself. "This cant be." For a few seconds, the voice is quiet, before a laughter echoes through his mind. "Not a dream, boy. Let me show you."

Lennards heart beats through his chest, he cant breathe, cant move, when his eyes close shut. He doesnt have control right now, and more and more flashes explode infront of his inner eye. Memories, of the past few months. The voice lets him live through these moments again. He remembers the first time he went under, inside a similar police car, just one week into this job. He feels his whole body going through it again, his partner chocking him hard, the music playing in the background, the commands. Obey. Relax. Stay calm and follow orders.

His breath quickens even more as he feels himself going under again. His dick rock hard, edging him on, while all of his muscles try to burst through the tight uniform. Then, it ends, another memory bursts to life. The second time, that man, visited him at home. He went under in just an instant, his body being conditioned already to follow this mans voice. The same voice as today. Unable to breathe, he opens his eyes and lets out a long, deep groan. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" Lennard shoots loudly, sweating heavily. "Liked what you saw?" The voice mocks, causing Lennard to look at his crotch, his dick bulging and twitching inside his tight pants.

"This is sick!" Lennard protests, but he cannot help himself but stroke himself firmly, again and again. Its written into his mind, hearing the voice of his master is triggering him more and more. "Youre a freak!" He hisses, looking around again. "Im just going to take whats mine, Lennard." The voice smirks again. Lennard closes his eyes for a second, contemplating. "This gotta be a nightmare". He thinks, as he feels himself growing weaker. "Dont fight it boy, youre just making it harder for yourself." Lennard bites his lips, opens his eyes, when he feels a familar warmth spreading through his body, starting at the top of his spine, sending shivers down his back. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The cop growls, as his back gets stiffer. All of his muscles, every fiber in his body is vibrating. "Taking over." The voice says calmly. Lennard tries to get up, out of the car, just away from him. But somehow, the seatbelt acts as a restraint, growing tighter around his heavy chest. "LET ME GO." He thrashes around, but its no use. "I love it when they try." The voice laughs, and Lennards breathing gets heavier, as it gets harder to breathe.

At the same time, he is touching himself, his dick getting bigger and bigger the more the warmth spreads through his body. Lennard feels it invading his chest, his abs and stomach. "FUCK." He looks down, his pecs hardening, and he tries to get the belt of, or at least his police vest. Still, no use at all. Quite the opposite. His heart accelerates even more, and hes close to fainting due to pure pressure. Its hot, sweaty inside the car. He gasps for air, for a relief, but the warmth keeps spreading, right into his thick arms. "No. Please." He cries out, as his muscles tense harsher than ever before. Looking at his sleeves, he can see something move underneath his skin. Whatever that thing is, its really inside him already. The warmth then reaches his fingerstips, and his arms go numb. He cant move them, feel them, but in horror, he watches them move again. The hand on his dick intensifies the grab, rubbing the twitching cock now firmly, while the other strokes across his chest, easily sliding underneath the vest to put more pressure on the chest.

"How do you feel now." The voice mocks him, as hes in pain, lonely tears running down his face. "Please, stop." He begs, but that feeling wont stop. Instead, it slowly spreads into his thighs, balls and further down into his calves, feet and toes. Lennard kicks violently, until his legs go numb too. He can only sit there, watching his body disobey him. "Nearly there, boy." The voice says, and lets the officers hand stroke him even harder. Lennard is already sweating, his chest and heart are aching, while his hands wander across his whole body. Then, he sees Mario inside the gas station, buying some snacks. He tries to reach for the horn, to make any noise, or maybe the holster around his thighs, but his arms, hands are not responding. "Nice try." The voice giggles. "There is no help for you now."

"Dont. Please." Lennard says, his eyes following his hand towards his cock again, before he grabs himself firmly. His dick is imprinting through the pants along his thighs, and he starts to jack him off. The warmth is still spreading, his chest feels fuzzy now, and his cock is filled with it too. Still, he can feel the pressure, the pain and pleasure with every move of the hand. He shakes is head, one last attempt to break free. "Still so resilient? I like that." The voice laughs, and the feeling stops for a second. Lennard takes a deep breath, hoping for it to be over. But then, so quickly, the warmth spreads into his head, his mind, flooding it with more flashes of past overtakings. It simply gets too much, and he feels his thoughts being washed away. He drools heavily, and it stains his vest. With his hand still massaging his cock, his eyes lose focus, and with multiple strong thrusts, his body shoots loads and loads of cum right into his briefs, the hot liquid even pressing through its fabric and into the navy blue uniform pants.

For a few more seconds, he sits there, his body stiff and rigid, before it slowly goes limp. Lennard regains his composure, his eyes gain focus, and he moves a hand to steady his heavy head. However, Lennard is gone, its the voice whos leading that body now. His eyes are shining slightly, as he looks into the rear view mirror, admiring his pretty face. He moves his hand towards his firm jawline, traces it with one finger while the other hand touches his wet, throbbing cock through the pants. "Finally." He groans, still feeling the pleasure radiating through every fiber of his body.

"I was waiting for this day" He says in the officers voice, yet not his voice. A mixture from their voices, deep, rough, yet smooth at times. The man starts to touch himself, his chest, neck, feeling his biceps pressing against the tight shirt and vest. "Even better than expected." He smirks, still rubbing his cock firmly. There is a huge wet spot covering his crotch, but this just makes him hard again. And the smell, so good, Lennards aftershave is easily covering up the faint scent of cum, but its slowly but surely getting heavier inside the car. He exhales deeply, the body still sore from the hostile takeover. "Fuck, this feels good." The officer leans his head back, enjoying this moment. He licks his lips, having a closer look at the tattoos, beautifully drawn, making him even hotter. Looking at himself in the mirror, he flexes the huge arms, one by one.

But then, his eyes spot Mario slowly walking towards the car, some snacks in hand, and when he sees 'Lennard' he smiles. "There he is." 'Lennard" smiles back, and quickly, picks up his phone from the floor, looking through it for a very special video. The door opens, and Mario gets inside. "It was a mess in there." He says sitting down, turning his face towards 'Lennard'. "I hope I didnt catch anything." Mario giggles, and hands his partner a bag of sweets, but he doesnt respond.

Just then, he notices the state 'Lennard' is in. Messed up hair and face, dranched in sweat, his vest and pants stained, and ultimately a mess. "Are you ok, Lenny?" Mario says, his eyes slowly wandering down his partners body, catching him stroking his dick through the wet pants while going through his phone. "What the fuck..." He says, but looking into 'Lennards' eyes interrupts him. Theyre shining ever so brightly, multiple colors at once it seems. Mesmerizing, they spin slightly, and it gets worse once their eyes meet. "Never felt better." 'Lennard' smirks, but its not his usual voice. "Whaat...what happened?" Mario stutters, his eyes pulling back from that burning gaze, back to the hand rubbing that massive cock.

"I took what was mine." 'Lennard' says, placing a hand at the officers shoulder, right next to his neck. This causes Mario to flinch, and look back into those eyes. "Yours?" He says quietly, and 'Lennard' just raises his phone right into his face. "Watch this, and you will understand." The video plays, and instantly, the car is filled with an ear piercing music. The officer tries to pull away, flinching again, but 'Lennard' holds him in place. "Whatt?" He says, and his eyes stare at the screen. A beautiful spiral dances across the phone, so many colours, swirling around.

"Hold it." 'Lennard' demands and without hesitating, Mario takes it with both hands. They drop to his lap, but his eyes are stuck at the screen. "Good job, officer." 'Lennard' smirks, and reaches for the mans chest. Lovingly, he starts to stroke him underneath his vest, one hand still caressing his neck. "Thats right. Watch it. Good boy. Feels good?" Mario doesnt respond, instead, his mouth opens slightly, and he starts to drool. "Ah, that good. I see." He says, stroking him more and more, as his body reacts instinctevly. The chest grows firm, the nipples hard, and his muscles bulge, with the uniform barely able to contain him. "Big boy, arent we?"

'Lennard' holds back a low growl, while touching his partners upper body. He feels good, smooth, young. Mario enters a state of vacancy. That video, is made to weaken a mans mind, to make him open for programming. And Mario seems to be the perfect subject. His body reacts simultaneously to every single touch, while he keeps watching that video, keeps listening to the music. The officers mind is filled with commands. Obey. Relax. Just give in. That feels so good.

'Lennards' body is reacting as well, with his throbbing cock again tenting inslde the uniform. "I love this part." He says, and runs a hand down his trousers. At the same time, he feels Marios dick tenting as well. "Good boy." He smirks, that twitching cock in his hand. "Can you hear me, Mario?"

"Yes." He says in a monotone voice, his eyes stuck at the screen. "Good. Were nearly there." 'Lennard' licks his lips, opens Marios pants, and manages to pull his huge dick out. "Look at that." He wraps a hand around it, and gets started. Rhythmically, he moves his hand, up and down, starting off slow, with increasing pace and strength. He leans into him, whispering into his ear. "Listen to my voice. Youre trained to serve, meant to serve, and thats what you will do. You will follow my orders, my command. What I say is your wish. What I want is an order. Do you understand."

Marios face grimaces due to the pain and pleasure echoing through his whole body. "Yes." He moans deeply, his body tenses, and all of him is pulsating. His mind, his muscles, his cock. Every fiber of his being. He begins to thrust against 'Lennards' grip, but he just smirks. "Good. But you wont cum yet. Just when I tell you to. Do you understand?" This makes his body gets even harder. All of him is ready to cum, ready to serve, but he cant. His eyes loose focus, he drops the phone and leans his whole body back against the seat.

"Officer?" The man says, removes his hand from the erect cock, and places a hand at Marios neck. In response, he lets out a low guttural moan. "Now." 'Lennard' says, and with that, Marios body twitches as his cock explodes again and again. He moans and groans as his eyes roll completely back into the skull. After a few more dry shots, he regains his composure. 'Lennard' is touching himself while watching his newest subject. "Good boy." He pats Marios cheek, who doesnt react. His eyes are vacant now, but they are shimmering slightly. "Very good boy." 'Lennard smiles, grabs the officers dick, and carefully dresses him again.

He pats his chest and thighs, admiring that mans physique. Then he lets his hands explore the whole body. His arms, hands, shoulders, thighs. He takes his time feeling his chest, neck and face, enjoying that smooth skin, the stubble and soft lips. "Can you hear me, boy." Mario nods, his eyes looking into the distance. 'Lennard' unzips his pants, pulls them down, includlng the underwear and exposes his wet, sweaty, throbbing cock.

"You earned yourself a meal." He says, patting Marios neck firmly, who doesnt waste any time. He bends down, and takes the cock into his mouth. He knows how to move his mouth, exactly hitting every of his most sensitive spots. "Fuuuuck." 'Lennard's groan turns into a giggle. He puts a hand at the Marios neck, forcing the whole cock into the mouth, making him gag. This, however, doesnt Interrupt him. He keeps sucking, and after a few more seconds, after all that pleasure before, he cums right into his mouth. Mario swallows it, and 'Lennard' has to tell him to stop.

"Good job." He says, admiring Marios engagement. "We're going to have fun".

Usually, it started with admiration and awe. Living life for ages as bullied, skinny, invisible runt with low self-esteem for most of their life, a sudden muscle growth, an extreme one at that, put these nerds in blissful euphoria. The body might change, but the personality more or less remained the same

Hence, the pill. The black pill they have to ingest contained something foreign. Something not from this world. And that particular black essence corrupted the inner self of these nerds as they also started to frequent the gym and getting exposed to the fact that not only they are bigger than some of these gymbros, they are stronger too. So those self-admiration turned into something much more sinister.....much more lustful. They are looking at themselves as no more ordinary human. They are walking demi-gods among feeble mortal. And they relish from the admiration they received from those mortals that can only imagine how sick it will be to be turned into a demi-god themselves. But of course they can only wish for it.

And soon, the arrogance become a cloth they wear proudly everywhere as they are using less and less clothes to showcase their greatness. Or they will use the skimpiest clothing possible to really make that point to everyone around them. The regular plebs will find themselves enchanted by the presence of the demi-gods around them. If they are not careful, that admiration will turn into full-fledge obedience as they submit fully to the whims of these demi-gods, practically becoming the plaything of the musclebound muscular alphas that will forever look down on them and relish on the fact that they are the more superior being compared to them.

Alpha Virus: Vanity

Jared was simply engaged with his followers post-workout through the live feature. Of course aside from people asking for workout tips, some raunchy followers asked him silly questions, but he ignored them and focused on the one asking about workout tips. But then, as if something short-circuited in his brain, his gaze turned devious as he started to rub himself while starting to focus on the raunchier question

"33? 33A? Well, that sounded smaller than mine. Ladies, as I said before, if your boobs ain't bigger than my pecs, get the fuck off, I'm not gonna fuck bitches with small tits ha fuh!"

"Hmmm, "show us your cock", well, that's why I have my OF, go slide right there and pay me what I deserve, queens. No dollar, no dick,"

It comes as no surprise then right after his sauna sesh, a loyal followers already placed himself on his knees, begging to be able to worship the narcissistic beefy hunk. As the virus already take hold over his brain and entire bodily system, Jared found the twunk's submission to be irresistible as he scooped the twunk up to a secluded shower stall, ready to discharge his viral-laced spunk that the twunk can certainly spread further

Assimilated StepDaddy

Ryan slowly woke up, feeling disoriented. He looked around, recognizing his stepson's room. But something was off—he couldn't move. It hit him then: he was tied up on the bed. Panic set in as he struggled against the restraints.

"W-what the hell? What is going on? Why I'm tied up?" Ryan shouted, trying his best to free himself from the restraints. All he remembered was coming home from a hard day of work at the construction site and grabbing a beer to relax on the couch, and then... he woke up here?

"It's ok, Ryan, no need to freak out," He heard his stepson's voice as he entered the room while holding a glass jar with a strange slug creature inside.

"Benson? You did this to me? You little shit! I'm gonna beat your spoiled ass once I'm out of here!"

"Oh, you're going to beat my ass for sure, just not in the way you think," Benson said with a smug tone, he tapped his fingers on the jar, making the sluggish creature move as if it was excited. "It was very easy to drug your beer. You passed out faster than I thought you would, and I confess it was very difficult to drag you to my room, you're so heavy. Unfortunately, I'm afraid we don't have much time left."

"You drugged my WHAT? I knew you were a fucking freak but not at this level!" Ryan tried to pull the restraints once again, but he finally realized there was no use. He sighed and looked at his stepson. "Look, let me go now and I won't tell your mom about what you did."

Benson chuckled, "I'm not sure if I believe you; I know you very well, Ryan; in the past two years, I've known your true self; you're a cheater, a homophobe, and a horrible stepdad. I can't trust someone like you, I'm not dumb. But don't worry; once I help my alien buddy take over your body, our relationship will change to something more... trustful." Benson then looked at the creature inside the jaar. "Isn't that right, lil guy?"

Ryan could swear he saw the little creature nodding its head. "What the hell is this thing you're holding? You're freaking me out Benson.... please let me go!"

Benson got on the bed between Ryan's muscular legs and slowly started to pull down Ryan's underwear, he protested, trying to make the process more difficult for Benson, but with both his arms and legs tied up, Benson easily pulled his underwear down to his ankles. "Oh my, I can see why mom likes you so much because it definitely is not because of your personality," Benson said, amazed by Ryan's girthy cock.

"That's too fucking far! I'm gonna kill you, you motherfucker!" Ryan shouted.

Benson just ignored him and opened the lid, freeing the slug from the jar; the strange black slug crawled toward Ryan's ass and started to force its way inside his hole. Ryan's eyes opened in terror as he felt something squirming inside his ass. "Take this thing away from me! Take this thing away!" Ryan pleaded, no longer trying to keep his tough, manly persona.

"It's ok, Daddy Ryan, you're going to be a much better stepdad from now on," Benson said, caressing his muscular thighs and watching the tip of the slug disappear inside Ryan's ass. For a few seconds, nothing happened until suddenly Ryan's eyes rolled back, and his body started to contort and convulse, his hips bulked up and down, and his back arched as his muscles tensed until suddenly his body went limp.

That was when Benson heard his mom's car arrive; his heart raced as he immediately started to untie Ryan as quickly as he could; he thought he could turn Ryan into his pet's host before his mom came home from work. He untied Ryan's ankles and walked out of his room; it was then realized he had forgotten to pull up Ryan's underwear, so he ran back to his room and pulled his underwear up. He made his way to the living room just as his mom opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, Mom," Benson said, sitting on the couch and trying his best not to sound too out of breath.

"Hey, sweetie, where is Ryan?" She asked.

"H-he's sleeping in my room, I think he got so drunk that he crashed in the wrong room."

"Poor thing, he works so hard, let him rest a little ok?"

Later that night, while his mom was in the shower, Benson went to check on his stepdad, and to his surprise, the bed was empty. He jumped when he felt Ryan's hand grab his neck from behind and his big bulge pressing against his ass. Ryan leaned his mouth close to Benson's ear and whispered. "Fuck... he really hated your ass, I'm trying my best to control his body not to twist your little neck."

Benson smirked; he knew it was no longer his stepdad speaking. "I thought you said you would take full control of his brain?" Benson whispered back, pressing his ass harder against Ryan.

"Shut up you little..." Ryan stopped talking mid-sentence, and then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and then looking at Benson with more calm eyes. "I will. It just takes a while to fully assimilate his brain. There's still some parts of him left, I can still access some fragments of his memories as well as the hatred he had for you..."

"I think we could use all his hatred and use it for something more..." Benson then turned around to face Ryan and was about to caress his hairy pecs when Ryan suddenly pushed him down to his knees.

"You disgust me, you always did. If I didn't have a fucking slug inside my brain, assimilating it and turning me into a brainless puppet, I would have punched your dumb face right now."

Benson was so hard, his cock was leaking only at the sight of his hot stepdad standing over him, with his huge bulge just inches away from his face. He knew it was the alien in control, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit scared.

"Ok, I'm starting to get a little bit wo..." Benson tried to stand up, but Ryan pushed him back on his knees again and then pointed at him.

"You better keep on your knees! That's where you fucking belong." Ryan whispered, he then pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing massive cock, hovering his shaft over Benson's mesmerized face. "I'm gonna facefuck you as a punishment, that's what spoiled brats like you deserve," Ryan then grabbed Benson by the back of his hair and smirked down at him. "You better take every inch of punishment," With that, he pushed Benson's face to take all his length. Benson loved the way Ryan grabbed both sides of his head and fucked his mouth like he was a fucktoy. Ryan came down his throat before his mom finished her shower.

A week later, Ryan had his brain fully assimilated by the alien slug, and there was nothing more left of him besides his hot body. The alien adopted a more loving and caring personality for Ryan that Benson loved, but sometimes Benson would ask the alien to act more like the old Ryan.

Their relationship had improved so much since Ryan got assimilated. Benson's mom would go to work in the morning before Ryan, so every morning before going to work, Ryan would go into Benson's room and give him a proper morning fuck, as well as his morning load. And every time Ryan came back earlier from work, he would take his shirt off and order Benson to lick his sweaty body clean.

"These armpits won't clean by themselves, boy. You better bury your face in these hairy armpits and clean them up with your slutty tongue!"

After giving his stepdad a proper tongue bath, Benson was sitting on Ryan's lap, with his ass fully stuffed by Ryan's hard cock while he squeezed and groped his stepdad's big hairy pecs.

"C'mon buddy, suck on your Daddy's tits, your mom will come from work at any minute," Ryan said while flexing his massive pecs.

Benson didn't waste any more time and started to suck on Ryan's huge tits. He had only two hours left before his mom would return from work, and he would always make the most of it.

Owed and Owned

Angelo was peacefully sleeping when he woke up in the middle of the night with the most excruciating headache he had ever felt.

He grabbed his head and grunted in pain.

"Aaaaaarrwwhhhgh! Fuuuuucckkkkk!... There's something.... in my head.... it hurts! Get out! Get out! Get oooouuugghhh!!!"

Suddenly, Angelo's arms dropped limply to his sides, and his pained face quickly changed into a blank face in a fraction of a second, like a switch had been flipped off. With slow steps he walked to the door and opened it.

Waiting outside, with his usual nerdy demeanor, was none other than his distant cousin.

(A month later)

My cousin looks so peaceful, it even looks like he is sleeping, but for one to be sleeping, one needs to be awake first, and that is just not his case, not anymore.

Angelo had been the bad boy in my family since a young age, always getting in trouble or causing trouble; at 16, he joined a criminal gang; at 18, he was arrested for drug dealing; at 20, for getting into a bar fight. Now, at 21, nothing much had changed, he was still part of the gang, and he was still hotter than ever.

I was two years younger than him, and even though we were distant cousins and our interactions were almost nonexistent, I always had a secret crush on him. I couldn't help myself; I just had a thing for bad boys. I love the way they act so tough and fearless, like they're invincible and nothing can stop them.

I buried my face in Angelo's hairy armpit and took a long sniff; he just had the most wonderful smell under his armpits; it was powerful and primal, a musk that my olfactory epithelium was very much used by now.

I started licking them clean, making sure my tongue would drag slowly against his armpit's hair and I could taste every single bit of him.

While I feasted on my hot cousin's armpits, I saw a tiny alien humanoid sticking his head out of his ear, the tiny alien's head was no bigger than a bean.

"Good morning, Zul. Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Yes I did, I see you're already having breakfast," Angelo responded with his eyes still closed. His voice sounded sleepy, like he was talking while dreaming.

"And how about you? Have you had your breakfast yet?" I asked.

"Not yet, was just about to when I noticed there was some stimulation coming from Angelo's armpits. I knew it was you."

"Well, don't let me get in the way, go back in there and feast on my dumb cousin's brain."

Zul feeds on brains, but because of his small size, he only takes small bits of it every day. It's been a month since I helped him get inside Angelo's body, and now there's only 40% of brain matter left.

The alien nodded his head and crawled back inside my cousin's head. Almost Immediately, I started to see the signs of his feeding on my cousin's body, like his muscles tensing and his biceps flexing. His head started rolling from one side to another as he let out deep grunts, looking like he was in a nightmare, he might actually be in one, but I was living my dream.

I buried my face back into his armpits as I knew what was going to happen next: Every time the alien fed, it would make Angelo's body release a lot of sweat. And I was starting to feel the effects, or better, to taste it.

"Hmmmm... he tastes soooo good," Angelo moaned.

"He sure does," I replied, switching from armpits.

I pulled off his tank top and shorts; Angelo's cock was big and thick but was flaccid, I gave it a few strokes, but I knew it was useless, his body couldn't respond to stimulus anymore without the alien in control. Luckily, the alien had kindly programmed Angelo's body in case I wanted him to be hard while he was busy feeding.

I pinched both of Angelo's nipples at the same time, and just like magic, his cock started to harden to a 9,5 inches huge shaft, throbbing full of life. As I took a few licks, I looked at him and noticed he was staring back at me, a sign the alien was now in control.

"How much is left?" I asked, my tongue running against his sweaty balls.

"34%" Angelo responded.

"Wow, just remember that you need to get out of his body when you reach 10%, you need to leave enough for his body to obey commands."

"You don't have to worry about that, I'm already looking for another host."

I was in the middle of giving Angelo a blowjob when I heard a knocking. I sighed in frustration, who could that be? One of Angelo's many hookups? I thought I already got rid of all of them!

When I opened the door I was shocked to see a tall, fully tattooed hot stud. I was left standing at the door completely frozen, staring at the hot man in front of me like an idiot.

"Is Angelo home?" He finally asked, his tone was intimidating and cold.

"H-he's...he's not home right now," I lied, "Is there something you want me, ummm... to tell him when he's back?"

I think he didn't buy the lie because he gave me an even more menacing stare, a stare that almost made me cry and apologize for lying.

"Tell him to pay what he owes, I will be back in a week." He said out loud, making sure Angelo could hear him.

It was all he said as he walked away. When I closed the door, I finally sighed in relief; that guy was so scary but so freaking hot at the same time. I asked Zul to dig into Angelo's mind for any information about the guy, but Zul told me he couldn't find anything and that he probably already consumed that memory. I was disappointed in knowing that precious info was now alien poo, but I just went back to giving Angelo a blowjob. Eventually, I completely forgot about the whole thing.

A week later I came back from school to find Angelo sitting on a chair with a book covering his face.

I walked towards him and took the book out of his face, and I was shocked to see his face expression; his eyes were staring in opposite directions, his left eye was wider than the right one, and his mouth was agape with his tongue sticking out.

I was used to Angelo's blank face by now, but he never looked this... empty before. I knocked on his forehead like I was knocking on a door, and in a sense, I was. The sound that it made was hollow, which was expecting since there was now only 14% of his brain left. "Zul? Are you there?"

"No, I'm here." A deep baritone voice came from the corner of the room, scaring the shit out of me.

I recognized him, he was the hot guy who knocked on Angelo's door a week before, now wearing nothing but a white towel covering his lap. "Zul, this is such a wonderful host. Good job buddy." I praised.

"It's good to be in control of an entire brain again. I accessed this host's memories, and it looks like your cousin pissed off the leader of his gang by not paying for his drugs. So his gang leader sent this big and strong guy to teach him a lesson if he didn't comply."

I sat on the tattooed hunk's lap and started caressing his fit body, feeling his muscles and pecs. I then pressed my face against his armpits and took a sniff, he smelled clean, like he just got out of the shower. The thug then pulled me in for a gentle, yet dominating kiss. Pulling away from the kiss I grinned at him, "So, this gang leader... Is he hot?"

"Very much, after this host's brain is at 10%, I might go for his boss, that way I would have plenty of hosts available for me. Would you like to own an entire gang of hot brainless men?"

"Yes! I would!" I eagerly said, my eyes glowing with the image of a bunch of hot brainless criminals at my disposal.

"Then you have to deserve it first," He said, caressing my face gently, it was weird to see such an intimidating guy acting so soft. "Go to Angelo and activate him for me, I can't control him while I'm in another host, but before leaving him, I programmed what was left of him to respond to physical touch. Pinch his right nipple two times and then give his left a twist to the left."

I nodded and walked to Angelo, I gave his right nipple two pinches, and his left a rough twist to the right... or was the left? I decided to twist it to the right. Angelo suddenly—still with his mindless face and hanging tongue—pulled down his shorts and started jerking off his cock.

I then heard the thug across the room laughing. "That's the wrong command, you need to twist it to the left, not the right."

I looked at Angelo, mindlessly jerking off his now hard cock, and I did the command right this time, two pinches on the right, one twist to the left...

Suddenly, Angelo stopped jerking off and walked to his bed, getting on all fours and exposing his ass.

"I like this new command, is there more?"

"Yes there is, watch it," The thug stood up, making his white towel drop to the floor. My jaw dropped when I saw his massive cock, he was so much bigger than Angelo. With a grin planted on his face, he grabbed his shaft and swung it in my direction, "Would you be kind and do what you do best?"

I didn't have to be asked twice; I got on my knees in front of this hunk and took his huge member into my mouth. I felt his hand gently caressing my hair. "That's a good cocksucker, get this cock wet for your cousin's ass"

I slobbered on it even harder when he praised me, after a few minutes, he gently pushed me away. His big cock swung with each step he took towards Angelo, he gave his ass a hard slap and smirked at me as he aimed the tip of his cock at Angelo's entrance.

It was far from Angelo's first time, since Zul turned him into a host last month, I've been having my share of fun with Angelo's ass. But Angelo wasn't used to a big cock like that, it was so big that it easily could count as a first time.

Angelo gave no response, he just continued frozen on all fours with his eyes blank as drool soaked the sheets under him. That was until the thug buried everything inside with a single powerful thrust, and just like that—as if a switch had been turned—Angelo started to move back and forward, fucking himself on the massive member.

"I programmed him so that as long as he has a dick stuffing his ass, he will fuck himself non-stop. Pretty cool huh?" The thug proudly said with both his hands behind his head, exposing his hairy armpits to me. Zul knows how much I love them.

"Now enjoy the show while I feed on this dumb hunk." With a final wink, the thug froze with his hands behind his head and his face changed to the same mindless look Angelo had: eyes rolled back and tongue sticking out.

Angelo was still fucking himself non-stop, like a broken robot trapped on a loop. I hopped on the bed and sat on Angelo's sweaty back while I was facing the frozen thug. My weight sure made Angelo's job more difficult, but I didn't care, I knew he was strong enough.

I pressed my face in the thug's armpits and started worshiping them. Sometimes, he would let out a long grunt, and his muscles would flex, but after a while, it stopped.

Zul appeared inside the thug's mouth and sat on his tongue, the tiny humanoid alien was now holding a tiny bit of meat, eating it like a burger as he watched me worshiping his new home.

I owe this little guy everything.

My Bull Roommate

Brandon was lying on the bed, naked and sweaty. I stood beside him, exhausted and stunned. I kept looking at his cock, still hard and covered in cum. His gaze was lost in the void, but his wide smile left no doubt. He had loved it. Who knows if he would have remembered any of it.

It had all started a week earlier. Brandon and I had been roommates for a year now, sharing the rent of a small apartment downtown to save money. He worked a little out of town, I did smart-working from my room, so we only shared evenings together if we were both home. Aside from sharing some hobbies from our teenage years, we couldn't have been more different. I was the classic nerd always on the ball with PCs, video games, anime and TV series, he was the classic athletic, gym-loving guy. He had gym equipment in his room and he worked out every day to maintain his toned body, muscular in all the right places, his proud six-pack, his defined chest and his veiny arms. When he was home, I often heard him exercising in his room, emitting grunts and spreading a strong smell of sweat throughout the apartment, forcing me to open the windows to let in clean air.

However, what separated us most of all were our sexual tastes: although he had no problem with my homosexuality, he was an unyielding pussy lover. No matter how many times he took a chick home, it was never enough for him; he had a cocky attitude that drove women crazy on the first date, but he was not made for a stable relationship, so all his affairs left quickly with no return ever again. Anyway, there was no doubt that he was an inveterate straight guy, always talking about pussy like a horny pervert, as if he couldn't help himself. Precisely because I couldn't fit into certain conversations, I tried to find other interests in common. We therefore occasionally got together after dinner to watch something on TV. It was during these moments that I began to feel something toward him; let's face it, nothing sentimental -- honestly, he was too stupid for a real relationship -- but his physique was so hot and his mind so simple that I could not resist his masculine charm. With the arrival of summer he then began to wear shorts and tank tops around the house more and more, consequently feeding my kinky fantasies.

One day, as I had just finished masturbating thinking about him fucking me on his bed, I decided to take action and attempt an experiment I had heard about on the deep web. After all, we were both single and he wasn't exactly the smartest person in the world, so I had nothing to lose.

That evening, when we settled on the couch ready to watch a new episode of an anime, I instead played the video I had downloaded the previous morning. I closed my eyes and waited a couple of minutes. Brandon barely uttered a few syllables, as if to ask what the reason for my behavior was, and then sank into a silence broken only by his heavy breaths. Remaining with my eyes closed, I put the pair of headphones I had previously connected to the television set into his ears. By the time I opened my eyes again, the blue spiral on the screen had faded, while Brandon stood there beside me, his half-closed eyes directed at the screen, his body sunk into the couch, his arms dangling, his tongue out and a dumb grin letting a few drops of saliva go on his shorts. I couldn't believe it, it had worked. I took off the headphones and talked to him.

"Brandon, can you hear my voice?"

He nodded his head.

"Very well Brandon. From tomorrow, every time you walk through the door of this house, you will start to feel attraction towards me and you will not be able to think of anything else, it will be your only thought. You will need to be close to me, to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me. You will have an empty mind ready to obey me. And once you leave, you will believe that absolutely nothing has happened, you will not remember anything, and you will live your life normally as always. Okay?"

He nodded his head again.

"Good, now you can wake up."

As he returned to his normal state, as if nothing had happened, I pushed play and started the anime. He looked around bewildered for a moment, but asked no questions, returning his focus to the TV a few seconds later. In the meantime, I looked at his chest, his bare, muscular arms, his crotch, looking forward to the next day.

It was a disappointment to see him walk into the house the next evening as if nothing had happened. I was ready on the sofa, intent on witnessing the results of my experiment. He said hello as usual and went into his room. What a fool I had been. However, the surprise came after dinner. We got on the couch again and started watching TV until I felt him standing next to me. He had put his arm around my shoulders, lying his legs in the opposite direction. He smiled as he looked into my eyes, then returned to the anime on the screen. I could feel his arm behind the back of my head, could smell his armpits intoxicating my nose. I got hard. Perhaps something had happened then, perhaps it was just a matter of patience. Maybe just repeating the process would be enough to settle even more into his mind. By now it was too late to restart the spiral, so I put it off until the next day. The next evening, just like two days ago, his eyes were again lost in the spiral that faded on the screen, the saliva flowing from his lips.

"Brandon, you must desire me, do you understand?"

He nodded, letting go a weak "yes."

"Very well, every time you walk through that door I will have to be your only thought. Just pretend I'm one of those hot girls you like so much. Use me as you would use one of them. Obey me as if I were one of them who will then reward you with pleasure. Then forget everything when you are out of this house, understood?"

Yes, he repeated. I decided this time, however, to go further, should it ever be necessary to establish some sort of imprinting.

"Raise your arm, Brandon."

He obeyed, revealing his hairy armpit. I reached up to breathe in his masculine scent, letting it penetrate deep into my nostrils. Undeterred, I stuck out my tongue and licked it voraciously, touching myself in the process. It was such an intense experience, so absurd, that it didn't take me long to cum. Squirts even landed on his shorts, in his utter indifference. I cleaned everything up, told him to return present. He, as if nothing had happened, woke up and asked no questions. As soon as the anime began, without delay he put his arm around me and dragged me toward himself. I spent the evening with my cheek on his chest, lost in his scent and in the excitement of what I would be able to do with him.

The next evening it really happened. He walked into the house normally, but after a few steps he dropped his backpack and jacket on the floor and stared at me blankly while I was on the couch, his mouth drolling.

I told him to come closer and he continued with slow steps. I told him to go and get settled in his room, dressing as he used to do at home. He obeyed. I told him to prepare dinner for both of us, and he complied. As little as it concerned the dinner, I told him to behave normally and that at the snap of my fingers he should return to desire and obey me. We talked about this and that as if nothing had happened, it was almost enjoyable, not least because I was already foretasting what would happen next, unbeknownst to him. Dinner finished, I snapped my fingers. While the dirty dishes were still on the table, I took him by the hand and led him to the sofa. He sank into the cushions.

"Take off your tank top."

He undressed, revealing his toned chest. It was hairy, with a fine layer of small black hairs around the nipples and along the abdomen toward his navel, giving it a manly and inviting look. I got hard instantly. I then bent down on my knees in front of his crotch.

"You did well with the dinner, Brandon. Now you deserve a reward. I'm going to give you a blowjob. It will be the best you've ever had in your life, got it?"

He nodded, smiling slightly. I lowered his shorts and boxers just enough to reveal, to my surprise, his already hard cock. It wasn't huge, but it was quite big, surrounded by the right amount of hair to make it virile. I touched it with my hands and brought it close to my lips, slowly beginning to swallow it. Brandon closed his eyes and began to pant, he had the look of someone who had never received a blowjob in his life. As I tasted his pre-sperm, I smelled the scent of his pubes and felt his cock vibrating between my lips, in spasms of excitement. He began to throb within a couple of minutes and then came in my mouth copiously. While still feeling his semen run down my throat, I straddled him and moved closer to his face, whispering in his ear.

"This is the prize for a good stud bull, Brandon. When you step through that door, it's just me, it's just my mouth, my cock, and my ass. You don't need your brain, you just need your body. No thoughts, just me. Only sex, as soon as I snap my fingers. Clear?"

"Yeeeeeeees."

He let go of this long approval, as his cock continued to release little spurts of jizz and on his face he still have a mere smile and vacant eyes. I helped him recompose and clean himself, then snapped my fingers again. We spent the evening cuddled on the couch, my face lying on his belly, a few inches from his cock hidden in his shorts.

It had been a week since I had the idea, and I knew tonight was the night. I plopped down on the couch as soon as I finished work, thrilled. The thought of his body on mine, his manly, smug look. He walked in the door, greeted me by taking off his backpack and jacket, and instead of disappearing into his room, he leaned in as if to kiss me except that, a moment before, he drew back. Something inside him resisted. At that point I snapped my fingers.

I was surprised not to see again the dazed look of the previous evenings. His eyes went from being concerned to burning with passion. He grabbed me and kissed me, sticking his tongue firmly in my mouth, putting his hands around my face. We lay down on the couch, stripped and began to make out. His body on mine as he licked every inch of my skin, going from my neck and then down, down relentlessly, until he took off my sweatpants and underwear. At that point he looked at my hard cock standing between my legs as if it were something sacred, his mouth drooling and his eyes magnetized. A few seconds passed, then, without further ado, he took my cock into his mouth. I moaned loudly. His head moved up and down rhythmically, it didn't even feel like the first blowjob of his life, he was doing it like it was the most beautiful fucking thing in the world. He was seeking my gaze, in a mixture of approval and seduction. I was so shocked by the movements of his tongue that it didn't take me long to cum. When I had finished filling his mouth he looked at me with lustful eyes, his lips still leaking my seed on the sofa.

He took off his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock to me. It looked even bigger than the day before. He pointed at it. I didn't think twice about returning the favor; I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth while he stood, breathing in the smell of his pubes still sweaty from the workday. My cock became hard again in an instant as I heard him moo. The stud bull phrase from the day before must have inspired him more than necessary. This time, however, I didn't make him cum; I stopped shortly before. He looked at me as if he was about to hurt me, in a mixture of anger and discontent.

Today it had to end in a different way, but he did not know it yet. I got up and went close to his ear.

"Fuck me, you stud bull."

He took my hand passionately and led me down the hallway to his room. His bedroom smelled of testosterone and gym leather, his sweaty gym equipment was in the corner, the walls were full of posters of half-naked, lusty women. At the thought of what he was about to do to me in this setting, I became even more aroused.

He threw me on the bed and thrust himself on top of me as I spread my legs. His penis was so wet that it took no time at all to penetrate my hole. I groaned as he stood over me, his chest swaying before my eyes as he looked at me with raging lust. He took a few minutes, just long enough to allow his drops of sweat to fall on me. We both started making primal moans, me blushing from my approaching orgasm, him continuing to moo and pound, as if he was trying to impregnate me. We both came, almost at the same time. Something faded in his eyes and he collapsed beside me, his gaze lost in emptiness, his smile dumbfounded, his cock still pulsing cum. I looked at him. Not bad for a first time, I thought, as I was already waiting for round two.

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He watched me dancing for him, growing more aroused by the moment as I slipped off another piece of clothing. I saw his pants begin to bulge and strain against an iron lust growing in their, and then, as I turned to reveal my naked breasts, my panties became soaked as I saw his body suddenly expand. 

The muscles began to tighten, swelling outwards. His enormous shoulders widened, and his arms bulked up further, and I watched his hands clench as the fingers thickened. His broad torso was a rugged mountain range of pectorals and ripped ab canyons, deepening and swelling more and more by the second with his desire for me. 

I desperately began to shed more of my clothes, watching his breathing grow more ragged, seeing the feral glint in his eyes as he began to advance towards me. I felt his strong arm stop my frantic movements, and I could only stare as I he lazily shred the rest of my garments with a flick of his wrist. He moved in closer, and a moan of desire escaped me as I realised he was now almost 2 1/2 feet taller than me. His cock, thick almost as a water bottle, pressed against my thigh, rock hard, and I stood, petrified by my desire to be dominated by this man.

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