Disclaimer – This story contains sex and scenes of a mature nature. Please do not read it if it is not legal for you to do so (or at least, don't get caught doing it!!)
Author's Note – it's been over four years since I started this story, so I figured it was time for a new chapter. This was the very first story I wrote, so I hope you've enjoyed it. If you're interested in reading my second ever story, you can find it here - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
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Name correction – The older brother is referred to as 'Mark' incorrectly in chapter 2. His correct name is Martin.
Possession
Chapter 4
by Matt
I woke up with vague memories of bizarre, vivid dreams. Some of them barely even seemed to be my own and I wondered if maybe I had slipped into other peoples' heads while I slept. My theory proved to be immediately true as I looked around the room and realised it wasn't my own. I jumped out of bed, found a mirror and looked. I was in Mark's body, obviously my thoughts of revenge had continued into my dreams and then my powers had kicked in.
I was tempted to start my revenge early, perhaps making him run out of the house naked or something like that, but I wanted to be present myself to see his humiliation when I inflicted it, so I released him and transferred back to my own body. As I returned, I felt a wave of arousal flood through me. While my epic explosion the night before had felt amazing, I had not actually done anything to my own body to trigger it and my cock was begging for my touch.
I took hold of it and started stroking rapidly, feeling a degree of comfort in feeling my own cock in my own hand for a change. I had used other peoples bodies so much over the last couple of days that I had almost forgotten the feeling. I moaned happily as I felt my orgasm approaching, throwing back the covers just in time to avoid making too much mess. I didn't quite hit the ceiling this time, but I happily covered my chest in a substantial load.
As usual I was last to breakfast and got the usual greetings. I was sat eating my breakfast, lost in my thoughts and the possibilities of what I might do today when I felt Danny nudge me. "Oy, dad's talking to you, stop daydreaming about your boyfriend!" he said, sniggering.
He had no reason to think I was actually gay, but he just liked to try and annoy me with it. I glared at him then turned to Dad. "Sorry?"
"I said will you be okay keeping an eye on Danny tonight?" he repeated his question.
"Oh, yeah. No problem. I don't mind BABYsitting!" I said, emphasising the baby part as revenge for Danny's earlier jibe. I was a bit annoyed really that I was being asked to do it. With my new powers, every bit of spare time I had now had the potential for great fun. Although Danny would do his own thing that evening, I couldn't risk being away from my body with him around and getting found out.
Danny just pulled a face at me and kicked me under the table in response to my remark. I would have responded, but figured I could come up with something better than a simple kick. Then it occurred to me. I knew how risky it was to leave my body with people around, but it would only be for a second. I concentrated on Danny and found myself in his body instantly, disoriented by the sudden change of perspective at the table.
Acting quickly, I squeezed as hard as I could and started to pee, then returned to my body. Danny looked disoriented for a moment, then realised what has happening. "Fuck!" he yelled at full volume, jumping out of his seat.
"Danny!" Mum yelled as she heard him swear, then she saw what he had done, remnants of his pee dripping from his trouser leg.
Danny's bottom lip quivered and he burst into tears, running out of the kitchen. I felt a moment of guilt at how upset he was, but it soon passed. Aside from the embarrassment I had just caused him, I now had something I could mention every time I wanted to shut him up again.
I quickly left, sniggering and headed out to school. I was much earlier than usual, not wanting to be around when Danny finally emerged from his room, but I figured I could find a way to entertain myself at school for a while.
Once I got there, I sat in the school-yard and and looked round at the others who had arrived early. Most were playing games or standing round in groups talking. Nothing really caught my interest, at least not until I looked round towards the entrance to the faculty building. A few teachers were heading in, some in small groups and others on their own. Mr Ferguson caught my attention particularly. He was a fairly new PE teacher and this was his first job so he was quite young. His youthful appearance sometimes even got him mistaken for one of the more mature sixth-formers. I had not yet had him as a PE teacher, which was probably a good thing as I expected I would have popped a boner for the entire lesson if he was around. I could already feel stirrings below just from seeing him walk into the building.
I concentrated on him and found myself getting pulled through that dark tube, waking up behind his eyes. I was inside the faculty building, a place few students ever got to see the inside of. I hadn't really given the plan any thought, beyond wanting to do something with him. Looking round, I saw a toilet. I walked in and locked the door behind me. It was fairly large and spacious, much more pleasant than the piss-soaked hovels they subjected us students to. Above the sink was a large mirror and that was when inspiration struck.
Excitedly I pulled off his clothes, doing my best not to look down as I did so, then once I was naked, stood proudly facing the mirror. If I hadn't already been aroused, he would have induced an instant erection. Light brown hair, cut short and meticulously styled, baby blue eyes, sumptuous lips over a row of ridiculously perfect teeth. His body was even better - bulging pecs, a strong eight-pack leading down like an arrow pointing to his goodies. He was completely smooth everywhere except under his arms, not even a hint of pubes above his rigid seven-incher.
"Fuck, I need to remember this!" I said in his sexy deep voice. I pulled the phone out of his pocket. I unlocked it with a 4-digit number, barely even stopping to wonder how I knew it! I snapped a couple of pictures in the mirror in a few poses and sent them to my number, then deleted them and quickly dressed. Once I had him back in the hallway where I had found him, I returned to my body, leaving him to continue his day as normal.
Eagerly I pulled out my phone and looked through the pictures. Instant boner! Despite having cum just a couple of hours before, his pictures had me so turned on that I had to shoot again so I headed for the toilets and locked myself in a cubicle, suddenly appreciating the teachers' facilities even more. With my eyes fixed on his picture, I quickly stroked out my second load of the morning, stifling my moans of pleasure to avoid being heard.
I returned to the yard and looked around but still nobody caught my eye. I found myself really missing my best friend, Oli. He was only away for a week, but it already felt like a lot longer. I had been so caught up in my new-found powers that I hadn't really had much chance to miss him until then. I wondered if I should tell him about my powers when he got back or if I should keep it entirely to myself. Could I risk my secret getting out? Who knows what might happen. I had seen enough movies to know what the government did to people like me. Tests, dissections, torture... basically nothing good!
I was shaken from my thoughts by a surprising sight... Lenny was back! I was amazed he had the balls to show his face, but from his expression I would say it wasn't by choice. There was a lot of laughing and pointing... from a distance though. Even with his humiliation he was still intimidating enough to put anyone off a face-to-face confrontation.
I watched as he made his way across the yard. As he walked, a first-year chasing a football ran in front of him, not seeing his approach. He bumped into the large bully, then turned and immediately started apologising. I looked round. Not a teacher in sight, nobody moved towards him. Angered and embarrassed by my trick, he looked ready to take out all of his aggression on the small boy.
I don't know what came over me then, whether it was guilt over 'poking the bear' with my trick, or a surge of boldness from the confidence my powers were giving me, but I ran over as fast as I could, just as Lenny grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt, first raised. "Hey!" I yelled.
Most of the school-yard had already been watching, but as my shout echoed around the large space, everyone else froze. I suddenly realised I was in trouble. If I had wanted to stop it, I could have just taken over his body and made him. Why hadn't I done that? I cursed my own bravado.
"Hey what?" Lenny snapped, keeping hold of the kid but turning his gaze on me.
"Put him down!" I said as firmly as I could force myself to.
Lenny laughed. "Okay!" he said, dropping the kid who ran for cover. He approached me instead and grabbed a handful of shirt. "I'm happy to kick the shit out of you instead!"
That was when I smiled, my skills of improvisation had served me well so far and they came through once again. "You're not gonna kick the shit out of me!" I said confidently.
"Oh, you're gonna stop me, are you?" he sniggered wickedly, tightening his grip on my shirt.
"No, you're going to put me down and walk away," I ordered, then added quietly so only he could hear, "Otherwise I'll do worse than leave you naked in a closet." I smiled knowingly.
"Wait, you..." he stuttered, the colour draining from his face.
"That's right. I put you in there and you still have no idea how. So unless you want to give everyone a repeat show right out here in the yard, put me down.... and walk away!" I stared, unblinking.
I don't know if he really believed that I had been responsible, or just didn't want to risk it, but he put me down, glared angrily then walked away. There was an eerie silence. If it had been a movie, a tumble-weed probably would have rolled by. Then came the cheers and applause. Nobody had ever seen anyone stand up to Lenny. They didn't know what I had said but it didn't matter. I had stood up to Lenny and won.
I was assaulted with a barrage of compliments and praise, pats on the back and fist bumps, even a quick awkward hug from the boy I had saved. I felt a surge of pride. Amongst all the horny fun, I had barely even given a thought to actually doing some good with my abilities. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't imagining a lycra outfit and cape as I swung round the city by night, but I definitely thought about how I might be able to help people.
Just as the story of Lenny's naked discovery had spread quickly through the school, embellished by the Chinese whispers, so too did the story of me standing up to him. By lunchtime, someone was aksing me how it had felt to knock him out with a single punch!
It seemed the story had also made its way to the faculty though. After afternoon registration, my form tutor, Mr Nealson asked me to stay behind for 'a chat'. "I heard you got in a fight with Lenny this morning."
"No I didn't." I replied honestly. "He was picking on someone, and I told him to stop!"
"You.. told Lenny... to stop? And he just did?" Mr Nealson asked, smirking at the prospect of such a small boy standing up to someone as big as Lenny.
"Yes." I said simply.
"Why do I find that hard to believe?" he asked.
Emboldened by the day, I answered back, "Lack of imagination?"
Mr Nealson looked furious at my cheek, but I felt quite justified in my attitude. I had done nothing wrong and he was acting on rumours. "Well I heard you hit Lenny. You know we don't accept violence at this school."
"I didn't hit anyone." I said bluntly.
"It's almost like you want detention. Don't push me, Mr Taylor." Mr Nealson snapped angrily.
I had had enough. I stepped closer to him and said, "No, don't YOU push ME!"
"Right. Detention, for a week!"
"You don't want to do that." I said with a smile, inspiration striking me.
"Two weeks." he added.
I laughed. "No, you'll apologise to me and cancel the detention."
"Oh and why would I do that?" he asked, smirking.
I concentrated for a moment and entered his body. I quickly stripped, held out his phone and took a few selfies, then sent them to my phone with the message, "Thinking of you, Nicky!" I didn't delete these ones. I considered going back to my own body and leaving him naked, but thought it would confuse him more if I dressed him first, so I quickly pulled it all back on, sat him back down and returned to my body.
He shook his head as his consciousness returned. I continued as if nothing had happened. "Why would you do that?" I reminded him of his question. "Well if you don't, then I think the police might want to ask you about why you're sending inappropriate pictures to a minor!"
He looked at me like I was insane. "What are you talking about, I've never done anything like that."
"Really?" I asked, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I opened the message and showed him, smiling wickedly.
His face distorted in horror. "They're fake, I never did that."
"You sure? Check your phone." I said. Frantically he pulled out his phone and looked. There were the pictures, there was the sent message. "How did you..."
"Now apologise and I walk away!" I said firmly.
"I'm... I'm sorry!" he stuttered.
I smiled, turned and headed for the door. Before I left, I turned to him and said, "I'm not a monster, Mr Nealson. I'll delete the pictures and I won't say a word. Just... don't piss me off again!"
Talk of my bravery was still everywhere for the rest of the day. Pleasant as it was, the attention on me robbed me of any opportunity to mess around with my power.
At the end of the day I headed home, dreading my evening with Danny. He was bound to be determined to annoy me, as he always was, and if Lenny was any indication then my trick would only serve to have annoyed him more.
Exactly as expected, as soon as my parents left he set out to piss me off, deliberately getting in the way as I tried to watch TV. "Danny, stop it!" I snapped.
He continued.
I remembered my issue with Mr Nealson earlier, surely my powers could be useful here too. The simple solution would be to just jump into Danny's body and watch TV from there, but I didn't know yet how long I could stay in one body and I didn't want to tire myself so early in the evening.
I decided I should at least give the little git some warning. "Danny, stop it or you'll regret it."
Instead of stopping him, my threat simply spurred him on. "Ooh, I'm so scared, what are you gonna do, you big poof?"
"I did warn you!" I said with a smile. A moment's concentration and I was in control. 'Hmm, I think maybe a mix of Lenny and Mr Nealson!' I thought to myself. I quickly stripped off his clothes, piling them on the sofa then headed for the front door. I unlocked it, stepped outside, locked it again and pushed the key back through the letterbox. I returned to my body and waited for his reaction.
First he tried the door, then started banging on it before calling out, "Nick, let me in!" I burst into laughter when he appeared at the window, covering up with one hand as he banged on the glass with the other.
I went to the front door, picked up the key and unlocked the door. He dashed in, immediately grabbing me and threatening to hit me. I sighed. "You don't learn do you!" I concentrated again. This time I stepped outside, locked the door and returned the key then dashed down the driveway into the middle of street and released him. I watched through the window as he realised where he was, desperately running for cover and returning to the door.
"Let me in!" he demanded again.
Again when he stepped inside he moved towards me, but I raised a hand and said, "I wouldn't, unless you wanna end up a few miles away this time!"
He glared at me angrily, nostrils flared then ran into the lounge to dress. "How did you do that?" he snapped.
"That's my secret. Now are you gonna keep pissing me off?" I asked smugly.
He didn't answer, he just headed upstairs while pulling on his t-shirt and slammed his door.
As I sat watching the TV, I pulled out my phone and looked through the pictures. As I promised Mr Nealson, I deleted his. Mr Ferguson's though, they were staying! As I sat thinking about him, my concentration must have slipped as I felt the familiar sensation of heading to somebody else's body. I assumed it was Mr Ferguson, and a quick glance down indicated I was probably right, his flawless body stretched out beneath me. Most excitingly, his cock was in his hand. As I looked ahead of me, I saw porn playing on the TV... two men. Mr Ferguson appeared to be gay. I suddenly liked him even more. I wished I could be there watching him from the outside, but instead settled for the inside view. One hand pumped away while the other caressed the bumps and curves of his muscles.
Whether it was because he was close when I jumped in, or simply because I found him so sexy, I soon shot a load. Watching excitedly as it formed little pools between the ridges of his abs and in the crease between his pectorals. I jumped back, wondering if he would perhaps think he had blacked out from a particularly intense orgasm.
As I returned to my own body, I got the usual rush of horniness from the orgasm I had experienced only in my head and not in my body. I considered pulling out my cock and having a quick one, but worried Danny might come down and catch me in the act. Much as I had with Mr Ferguson, I found myself rushing into Danny without really intending to.
I was amazed to find myself looking down at another naked body. 'Fuck, is everyone jerking off except me?' I thought. Danny's cock was in my hand, just a few inches but rigidly hard. His phone was in his hand, playing a video of a guy stood in the middle of some park, naked and jerking off.
I wondered if he was watching it as a result of what I had done to him, his naked adventure catching his imagination or if I had accidentally just punished him with something he already fantasised about. Watching the video was getting me horny too and I pumped away at Danny's little tool. As I felt the climax building, I remembered my multiple-orgasm experiment with Liam, the boy across the road. I figured that as I was in another possible test subject, that I may as well try it again... purely for scientific purposes of course!
I took a deep breath and prepared myself, remembering how quickly the orgasms had built from good to amazing in Liam's body. As my stroking continued, the small cock held between thumb and two fingers, it began twitching as it began. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as I continued stroking. A minute later, the second began. I stopped myself moaning for a moment before remembering there was nobody else in the house to hear me so I let my pleasure out audibly.
I stroked my way to a third. Last night, it had been beyond ten before they started merging into one. Danny's body was responding differently. Whether his orgasms last longer, or were quicker to induce, but by the fifth, they just became one endless wave of pure euphoria. I actually screamed with pleasure, willing Danny's hand to continue as the rest of his body spasmed helplessly. How long had I been going? All concept of time fell away as the self-induced megagasm continued.
"Oh my God, oh fuck, oh fuck!" I yelled out before I actually seemed to lose the ability to form words. I doubled over and still the hand continued stroking.
Finally, after more orgasms than it was possible to count I let go. Danny's body continue to twitch excitedly for minutes after as I struggled for breath. I contemplated going back to my body, thinking about how messy things would get if I spontaneously ejaculated as I had previously on going back.
I thought of my own body and rushed back to it, using every bit of willpower I had as I did it in an attempt to hold back my excitement. It worked, but barely, my cock felt huge and soaked from precum, but I didn't cum. I needed to though, desperately. Deciding to save the pleasure for when I was alone in bed seemed like a good idea. By the time my parents got home and I decided to go to bed, cumming was the only thing I could think about.
My door was barely closed before my clothes were thrown aside and my hand was pumping at my throbbing dick. I turned on my phone and opened up the pictures of Mr Ferguson. Just the sight of his body took me over the edge and my balls emptied all over myself and wall behind my bed. Exhausted, I fell asleep without even cleaning up.