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From TRAVIS THE DEMON, a blog I loved and miss quite a lot. Please message me, Travis!

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?”

ALAN'S LESSON

Alan was one of the most self-absorbed people I’d ever met. He spent his days giving orders to others and giving little thought to how it affected their lives, and he loved belittling those beneath him. He was a privileged prick and, even though I tried to stay out of the lives of humans, it was hard to pass up the opportunity to make a few changes. It was in my Jin nature to mix things up a bit, and I felt Alan needed a little shake up in his life. I’d make sure he enjoyed it.

MALE BODY POSSESSION 1

Well, Matt.  Looks like you shouldn’t have been such a fucking dickhead because now I own you, and your dickhead.  Fuck, it was so hot hearing a big bully and straight boy stud crying like a little girl as I pushed my nerdy and scrawny body inside you.  Damn, I love the power and control.  Just look at me, I’m twisting your normally stoic face into one of vanity and domination.  And look at that nice torso.  I’m gonna be getting so many guys with a body like this.  Holy shit I’m getting hard just thinking about all this overwhelming awesomeness.  Mmmmmmm yeah, Matt- time for me to blow my first load with your cock and balls.  I hope you shoot far because I’m gonna try to shoot some of your cum directly into your mouth so I can make you taste your own juices.

UNWANTED NEGHBORS

I haven’t used my powers in a long time because it tends to eventually bring unwanted attention to me, but I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing any longer. After the new neighbors moved in across the street, my next door neighbor, Jonathan, had been a complete dick to them. You see, the new neighbors were a hot gay couple. REALLY nice guys, but Jonathan, a conservative Christian, had given them nothing but attitude and just been a huge asshole, walking around to the other neighbors and gossiping and trying to get people riled up and angry about the gays “taking over.” It was fucking ridiculous, and I was tired of it. So, when Jonathan walked through his front door, I was standing there waiting for him.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” he asked, slamming the door behind him as he dropped his briefcase. He was wearing a blue blazer and one of his little bow ties. It was a shame. He was kind of cute, but I was going to make him better.

REQUEST : FOR MY BOYFRIEND

I stared into the mirror and no longer saw my own reflection. The thin guy with glasses was gone and now, standing in front of me, was my boyfriend's ex, Chris. I'd heard stories about him and even though my boyfriend loved me, I knew I could never stand up to what I'd heard of Chris. Now, standing there looking at his smooth, perfect skin, soft lips and completely ripped body, I could see why my boyfriend was so enamored. Then, I got a glimpse at my new cock. Chris definitely had me beat there. Like I said, I was pretty average . . . at least I used to be before I cast the spell to BECOME my boyfriend's greatest fantasy. I never dreamed that fantasy would be Chris, but I wasn't complaining. I looked like an Asian wet dream and couldn't wait for my boyfriend to get home so I could give him what he truly wanted and, let's be real, I couldn't wait to fuck him in this body. 

MAN OF THE HOUSE

            I was tired of hearing my husband give me shit about how EASY it was to be a housewife and everything he “expected” me to do on a daily basis. He’d go to the office every day and I’d stay at , working hard to create a happy life for us both, but he never thanked me and, honestly, treated me more like property than a wife. I was supposed to have dinner on the table and let him do whatever, whenever he wanted, but it all changed when the old gypsy woman showed up on my doorstep with the promise of being able to fulfill my wishes and alter reality.

            I wanted him to feel what it was like to be the bitch, to do whatever I said . . . to please me whenever I asked for it. It wasn’t what I expected, but I woke up and things were VERY different. 

LATE BLOOMER

            Ryan was a late bloomer, and had been a virgin for forty years. Yeah, he’d heard all the jokes and been called a loser more times than he could count and, after a while, he started to believe it. He binged and purged and learned to suffocate his feelings with food. By the time he was forty, he’d ballooned to almost four hundred pounds, and was miserable and completely alone. He never imagined he’d have a normal life and sex scared the hell out of him. Yeah, he loved his dick and played with it every day and, as time went on, he began to imagine what it would be like to be a normal guy . . . a guy with muscles and a flat stomach . . . a guy that could have any woman he wanted. 

 

            When he closed his eyes and jerked off, he'd imagine he was anybody else. He wasn’t Ryan the piece of shit anymore . . . he was an Adonis or a famous actor or even the handsome guy he saw on the bus on the way home. He could picture it all in his mind and, after a while, began to wonder if maybe he was gay. Maybe he was fantasizing about these men because he wanted them. Maybe that was why he was so terrified of sex.

            He started trolling Craigslist, searching for a hookup but nobody wanted a “chub” and the endless emails were exhausting. He came close to meeting a guy a couple of times, but it never happened. After the picture exchange it was always over because they all wanted the hot guys. Desperate, he finally turned to other sites . . . escorts.

CHRISTMAS SWAPS 3

     Christmas morning was a time for miraculous changes for those who deserved it, but for others it was a time of payback . . . for being naughty.

OFFICER MATHEWS, MARCUS AND HENRY

 

     Marcus was in his second year of law school at Harvard, and had been obsessed with making things right in the world since he was a kid. Unfortunately, he'd not been born with the drive or stamina to do what he truly wanted to do . . . become a police officer. But, when he opened his eyes on Christmas morning, he wasn't in his own body. He was no longer the stocky black law student with glasses and a 4.0 GPA. He was Officer Brent Mathews.

     Getting ready for work, the last of Officer Mathews memories flooded Marcus's mind. It was strange being in a different body and being an older white man who was the complete opposite of who Marcus was before. That wasn't even the strangest part. He loved putting on the tight uniform and badge. He loved the weight of his belt and the way the gun felt in his hand. Mathews was exactly who Marcus dreamed of being when he was a kid, and then he realized that Mathews was as dirty cop. He took bribes under the table and abused his badge . . . but Marcus would change all that. He'd make Mathews the fucking bad ass cop he should be.

     The strangest part of it all was being straight. The thought of dick and riding another man's ass made him almost sick to his stomach, but the thought of riding his girlfriend made him hard as a rock. 

     He was taking her out for Christmas dinner tonight and Mathews was going to propose. He knew she'd say yes and Marcus couldn't help but smile as he put on his shades and gave his reflection a stern look before snapping a photo. This was who he was now. He was going to turn Mathews life around and show his future wife just how much he loved her when he got off duty tonight. He was going to be the dominant, alpha male he'd always dreamed of being. 

CHRISTMAS SWAPS 2

     Christmas morning was a time for miraculous changes for those who were nice, but for others it was a time of payback . . . for being naughty.

ADAM AND SAM

 

     Adam stood there, staring at his son's reflection. He'd gone to bed with his wife, listening to her bitch about Christmas and all the things he had left to do. But, when he woke up Christmas morning he wasn't in his body anymore. He was in his son's.

     It was like looking at himself twenty-five years ago. He'd always been an amazing father and husband, but he was tired of his life and wished for a second chance. If he could do it all over again, he'd make different choices. He'd live life to the fullest, take more chances and have A LOT more fun. Maybe that's what this was . . . a second chance. He was young and handsome again and couldn't help but smile at his son's reflection. He would've felt bad if his son wasn't such a spoiled asshole. 

     He snapped a pic with his phone. He'd heard the kids talking about Tinder, and it was time he checked it out. Maybe he'd check Grinder out while he was at it. After all, he was going to take more chances this time around. May as well be open to a little cock every now and then.

OFFICE WHORE

I’d been an intern for about six months at one of the largest law firms in the country, and I was a damn hard worker. Graduated from Harvard, top of my class. Professional. Achieved every benchmark put in front of me. My future was bright and I was climbing the ladder exactly as I’d planned. That’s until Dominique Marcum found out I was gay.

NEW NEIGHBORS

            Randy James paced within the paneled walls of his trailer, the phone up to his ear as he continued his rant.   

“You don’t have to be no rocket scientist to know the world is goin’ to shit in a bucket. Damn illegal aliens and homo marriages and people flaunting all their damn business in my face. Makes me wonder what the hell happened to America. Fuckin’ shame,” he said, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a can of Skoal as he refilled his lower lip, the bitter tobacco taste hitting him.

            “One of them fags even moved in next door and to top it off he’s a black ass. Looks like some kind of damn thug and next thing you know he’ll be all up in here with his thumping music and shit. Goddamn fuckers taking over. All I got to say is he better just stay on his side of the fence. He don’t wanna mess with Ole Randy here. I’ll show him how Southern I really am.”

            Randy stepped in front of his mirror and nodded at his reflection. “Okay, Baby. I’ll see you in thirty and wear something dirty.” He laughed at his own joke before hanging up. He then started to look himself over. Worn trucker hat. Wife beater. Tattered jeans with his favorite rebel flag belt buckle. Lifting up his phone, he snapped a photo.

            “You’re gonna get fucking laid tonight, you good lookin’ son of gun.”