NEW STEPFATHER

I’d been a player for a long time, searching for the perfect score to set myself up. I loved the rich life. Expensive booze and cigars. I loved to party and fucking was one of my favorite things on the planet, but more than anything I wanted to be rich and powerful. I always had.

Growing up with nothing sucked and wasn’t how I’d spend my rest of my life. When I ran across Caroline Daniels I knew I’d hit the big score. She was a wealthy businessman’s daughter and was worth billions. Her dad, Franklin Daniels had built his empire from the ground up and was one of the most powerful men in the world. It was the life I wanted and I knew if I caught the daughter, the rest would eventually be mine. So, I did just that. I’d spent my entire life practicing that charming smile in the mirror and had become an expert at getting women to do what I wanted. It only took six months until Caroline and I were engaged. She was in the palm of my hand and she loved it when I fucked her hard. The good girls always did.

Her father, on the other hand, wasn’t a fan and that’s how I ended up here, sitting across from him in his expensive uptown office on a Sunday afternoon. He stared me down with his intense eyes. He was a big, solid man with a powerful presence … exactly what I wanted to be someday.

RESPECTED ALPHA

Parker stared at himself in the mirror. So different. 

Last year, he was one of the nerds, one of the kids the football team made fun of. It was a nightmare, and he hated his life. But, this summer, he finally hit his growth spurt. It was late, but he filled out, and when he started his senior year people barely recognized him. No braces. Contacts. He went from skinny D&D player to Abercrombie jock.

He joined the football team and, before he knew it, he was hanging with the cool kids. He was the one shoving his old friends in lockers and making their lives hell. HE was an alpha and loved every minute, but now, standing there, staring at his reflection in the mirror . . . Parker knew it was all fake. He was still the smallest guy on the team and even though he’d done horrible things to his old friends and fucked more cheerleaders than he could ever imagine, they still didn’t respect him…and that’s all he really wanted. 

“It’s what I deserve,” he whispered. 

I stepped from the shadows behind him. “Is it?” I asked, a calm smile easing over my face. Parker turned, shocked to see a stranger in the locker room.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m here to help you, Parker.” The sounds of my voice instantly calmed him; one of my many gifts. “Is it what you truly desire?”

MAKEOVER MASTER - JAKE

When I was hired by Jake’s parents, I could understand why they wanted their son to get one of my life makeovers. He was an okay looking guy in his early thirties, living in their basement, and he was a total waste of space. Spending most of his time watching porn and jerking off, he spent the rest at the local biker bars shooting pool with the other alpha assholes. He was also kind of a conservative, sexist asshole who couldn’t hold a job. His parents, not surprisingly, were disappointed. So, they hired me. I’d take over his life for as long as I needed and could do with it what I wanted, reprogramming Jake into something they could be proud of instead of what he’d become. 

The first week in his body, I did what I always do. I lived as Jake would. I smoked his cigars, made his off color jokes, cattle called women and jerked off to women with big tits before a night of Nascar and Fox News. It took some getting used to being in his beefy body, and learning to walk with his meaty cock made things even more interesting. I could see where Jake got his swagger, and I have to admit, I loved being in his big, strong body. I loved running my hands over his hairy bear gut. I loved playing with my new cock and and being bald again was euphoric. I also found my host attractive. His full beard. His piercing eyes and, believe it or not, a gorgeous, sweet smile. Jake definitely wasn’t bad looking … he was just bad, but all that’s changed now. 

GOOD OLE SOUTHERN BOY

 

Jimmy had always been a good ole Southern boy, and even though he’d never really fit in because of the whole “being a faggot thing,” he tried to keep a positive attitude. There wasn’t a lot of dating opportunities where he lived, and he definitely wasn’t OUT. It was hard to truly be himself in a place where there was a church on every corner primed and ready to convert the gay out of him. But, he was never angry, and loved being southern. It was just hard living in a small town where he’d most likely never find love or be able to truly be who he was inside. But, even though he’d never really been given a leg up, he was always ready and willing to help a friend in need…and that’s what changed his life forever.

MAN OF THE HOUSE

When I met Donovan, I was fresh out of college, and had no idea what I was going to do with my life. He came in, swept me off my feet and now, here I am, ten years later…a kept man. Sure, he buys me cute clothes, expensive watches and designer everything, but I’m not really sure who I am anymore. I stay at home while he goes to his high-power job.