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Author's Note: By popular demand, I'm proud to present chapter 6 of this story. Hopefully this will keep the ravenous hordes at bay until I can finish Chapter 7. Thoughts and feedback welcome as always to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
Possession
Chapter 6
by Matt
I awoke quite early, disturbed by the noises of the hospital staff going about their duties. I felt quite tired, but my head felt much better, the haziness that had lingered the previous night had died down quite substantially. Obviously the painkillers had worn off though as my wrist and ribs throbbed with pain. Another part of me was throbbing too and I found myself desperately wishing my wrist worked properly!
I briefly considered looking for a cute male member of staff to have some fun with, but figured that at that time of day they were all busy and anyone disappearing from their post would arouses suspicion. Instead I focused on Mark and found myself rushing into his head.
He had been asleep when I got there, still curled up in bed. As I took over, I lay there, wondering what to do with, or to, him. I looked round for his phone and found it on his bedside cabinet. I'm guessing it had been in his coat pocket as it seemed unlikely he would have found his clothes in the bin where I left them. I hadn't considered that, suddenly feeling guilty about what I might have done.
He had a range of messages from his friends who had been at the cinema, asking what had happened. He hadn't replied to any, obviously too embarrassed. I already felt quite bad about what I'd done, but couldn't resist taking this chance to make it worse.
[I couldn't help it, I just love being naked, it turns me on so much!] I sent back to his mates.
After that, I started looking through his phone. His browser history showed a lot of porn sites, and a range of videos including almost as many males as females. I wondered if he was bisexual, curious, or just an overly horny teenager. They were all distinct possibilities.
Next I browsed his photos. There were plenty of him just doing random crap with his mates, but mixed amongst them were plenty of selfies, some clothed, some topless, and a fair few naked. This boy definitely liked to look at himself. I couldn't blame him really. As much as he had annoyed me, he was undeniably attractive. His body was nowhere near as chiselled as Mr Ferguson's, but it was well on its way towards it. His cock was pretty average though, which I found a little disappointing. I started to suspect that porn had set unrealistic expectations of cock size for me!
I quickly sent a few of the hotter pics to my number then deleted the evidence before sniggering to myself at a wonderful idea. I scrolled through his pics again and chose a picture in which he was very clearly naked, but with his cock covered and posted it on his Facebook account. I figured it was revealing enough to be embarrassing, but not so revealing that it would get deleted by Facebook.
By this point, the horniness I had brought with me from my own morning wood, on top of his own, compounded by the excessively sexy pictures I had been browsing had his cock absolutely rigid. I quickly took care of business, leaving him naked and covered in cum as I returned to my own body.
I started regretting my actions as soon as I got back. As usual, the brief physical relief I felt from cumming in someone else's body faded almost immediately upon my return. Now I was left even hornier with no way of getting relief. I tried playing with myself left-handed, but all it did was turn me on more without really getting me any closer to orgasm.
I decided to distract myself by playing games on my phone, hoping to find some I could operate with my one good hand. Big mistake, I just found the pictures of Mark I had sent myself, the sight of them making my cock twitch even more. I went onto Facebook and searched Mark (needless to say we weren't friends on there!) I found his profile and was delighted to see his privacy settings weren't very strict so I could see everything eh had posted, including the naked selfie. Despite the early hour, people were already commenting on it and liking it.
I closed Facebook and busied myself with other things, happy that the distraction seemed to be making my seemingly-permanent erection subside. My parents arrived quite early, just minutes before a doctor came in to see me. He did a quick examination and, much to my delight, announced that he was happy for me to be discharged.
My parents were somewhat surprised when I asked if I could go to school that day. I was keen to get back and see what reaction the sight of my injuries might cause to my rapidly growing reputation. The doctor said it wasn't a good idea, recommending a full day of rest, suggesting it would be up to my parents to determine if I could go back the next day instead, or if I should stay home until after the weekend.
Later on, I had finally been discharged and started making my way out of the hospital when I saw the guy from last night, the one I had used to jerk myself off. I wished I had had another chance to use him. I had chosen him last night simply for his proximity, but on looking at him now he was pretty cute. Sadly, I was ushered on by my parents before I really got a chance to look at him more carefully.
Once we got home, my dad headed off to work and Mum started fussing over me. It was only by saying I was tired and going up to bed that I managed to get any peace. As it turns out, I must have actually been pretty tired after all as I fell asleep not long after getting into bed. I would normally have got in naked, but with the risk of Mum checking up on me, I left my t-shirt and boxers on.
It was almost 3 when I was woken by my bedroom door opening. "Hey buddy." Martin said, looking in. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you!"
"No problem." I said back. "Shouldn't you be at college?"
"Nah, no classes this afternoon. Mum needed to go out so I said I'd come home and keep an eye on you." he explained. "Anyway, I'll let you get back to sleep."
As soon as the door closed, I concentrated on him and found myself standing in the hallway in his body. The realisation that we were alone made me take the sudden chance to relieve my horniness. I walked back into my room, pulled back the covers and slid down the boxers on my dormant body. My cock was already hard so I quickly took hold of it and started stroking. I wondered how long I should do it for. I had to make sure I went long enough to make myself cum, but worried as I didn't know exactly how sensitive my cock might get if I went a lot longer.
I sat stroking it for several minutes, trying to imagine how it would feel if I was in my body to help my time estimate. After I while, I looked down at my engorged cock and started feeling another urge, I wanted to suck it. I moved away slightly, doing my best to ignore the fact I was about to put my brother's mouth around my own cock, then leant down and licked, then wrapped my lips around it. It felt great sucking it, I could only imagine how it would feel to be on the receiving end.
I lost track of time as I sat there sucking on my own dick. It was only when I remembered that I hadn't wanted to go too long that I stopped. I was so keen to cum and feel the blow job that I almost went straight back into my own body. Desperate to return, I pulled the covers back over and dashed back out into the hall where Martin had been when I occupied him.
I reversed the transfer and went back into my own head. Just like last night, the sensations kicked in quickly. I gasped excitedly as I felt my cock tingling. Unfortunately, the gasp was probably a little too loud as suddenly my door opened and Martin reappeared. "Hey, you okay?" he asked. "I thought I heard something."
'Oh fuck!' I thought. My cock felt amazing, already feeling like an orgasm could be moments away. "Ah." I gasped as a wave of pleasure rippled through me. "I mean... y... yes." I said, as flatly as I could, desperately trying to conceal my pleasure.
"You sure?" he asked, looking very concerned.
"Yes!" I yelled out in pleasure, too lost in sexual excitement to even consider laughing at the fortunate timing. I tried to take control of him, just so I could make him leave, but I couldn't concentrate enough to transfer.
"Hmm." Martin said, looking at me suspiciously. "Oh my God, are you jerking off?" he suddenly sniggered.
"N... no." I said, pulling both arms out from under the covers. I needed him to leave. I knew I was about to cum.
"Fair enough. Guess I'll leave you to it!" he said. I felt a wave of relief as he turned away, too lost in pleasure to realise what he was plotting. He turned back, jumped across the room and threw back the covers.
His timing couldn't have been worse... or better, depending on your point of view I suppose. The covers flew back, my cock twitched and I started to shoot. I got myself in the face with the first three shots, the rest landing messily on my t-shirt. I tried to cover up, but Martin just grabbed my hands, being careful not to be too rough with the broken one. He was so much bigger than me that I wouldn't have stood a chance of escaping his grip normally. Weakened further by the intense orgasm, I stood no chance of escape.
I wanted to die. My big brother seeing me cum was mortifying, but the worst was yet to come! The stimulation continued, my eyes rolling back in my head as my post-orgasmic cock was overwhelmed by the ongoing phantom handjob.
"Holy shit!" Martin muttered as he saw me writhing with pleasure. He let go of my hands as he realised I wasn't trying to cover up any more. My entire body was convulsing with excitement, any thoughts of pulling the covers back over lost in a haze of ecstasy. Martin just stood watching.
"Oh God, oh God." I muttered as a second orgasm rocked through my body. Several more spurts of cum splatted heavily onto my already soaked t-shirt.
I had no idea how long it had been going but I hoped the end was close. Unfortunately not. That was when the blow job kicked in. My first blow job. I had given myself my first blow job, I had used my own brother's body to do it, and he was now watching the results of it. The strangeness of the situation was the last thing on my mind though. The brand new sensations would have been somewhat toe-curling under normal circumstances, but having just endured two of the most intense orgasms of my life, it was beyond my wildest dreams.
I wanted Martin to leave, I wanted to cover up, I wanted to drop dead to escape the embarrassment. There were a lot of things I wanted, but it seemed none of them were within my power. I lay there writhing in pleasure, gasping, fists clenched, back arched, cock feeling ready to explode once again.
"Oh... ah.... I...." I gasped. I couldn't even form a sentence the feeling was so excruciating. Such intense pleasure so nearly verging on pain.
I came again. My cock swollen and flapping back and forth wildly. I couldn't believe my balls could produce any more spunk, but it continued to fly and yet on it went. Despite Martin's gaze, it was Danny that filled my thoughts. What I had felt in his body during his megagasm had been incredible, but it paled in comparison to the sensations gripping me.
And then, finally, mercifully, it stopped. My body flopped onto the bed, pain in my ribs and relief everywhere else. My eyes remained tightly closed as my breathing started to slow. I was drenched with sweat and cum.
"What the fuck was that?" Martin asked, staring in shock and awe.
I didn't want to look. I didn't even want to acknowledge his existence, but I knew I had to. Reaching out for the covers, I pulled them over me and opened my eyes. "I.... I...." I stuttered. What could I say? How the hell could I explain what he had just witnessed.
"Nicky, how did you just do that? It was like you were jerking off, but... without touching it." He asked, eyes still wide.
I closed my eyes again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I muttered, cursing my bad luck. Had I been alone, it would most likely have been the most exciting thing I had ever felt, but knowing my big brother had seen it happen transmuted every good feeling into one of embarrassment and shame.
"It's just... something I can do." I said. It was true, it was something I could do. He didn't need to know how.
"But... how?" he asked.
"Just... I just can." I stuttered. "Please just... go." I begged. That was when I noticed it... the bulge. He was turned on, and not just a bit. His cock was clearly at full length, snaking down the leg of his jeans. "Wait, did that... turn you on?" I asked.
"Fuck yes!" he said, still shocked. If he hadn't still been so shaken, I doubt he would have answered so honestly. He realised what he had said, as well as what I was looking at, and quickly attempted to cover up.
'Gay, bi or just horny?' I found myself wondering. I don't know what came over me, but I just blurted out suddenly, "Get it out!"
"What? No!" he said defensively.
"I could make you." I said without thinking.
"Oh yeah, I'd love to see you try!" He smirked, starting to gradually return to normal.
I smirked back and concentrated on him. I found myself back in his body. I felt a new surge of embarrassment as I looked down at myself, seeing how flustered my body was and the cum still sitting on my cheek. I remembered what I was there to do and reached down. Undoing the jeans I let them drop, then his underwear too. The erection popped free, poking straight out ahead of me.
I returned to my body and waited for him to recover. Looking down as he felt the air on his exposed skin, he stared at me once again in amazement. He reached down and pulled his jeans back up. I smirked as he struggled to contain his erection. "How the fuck did you do that?" he demanded.
"None of your business." I said, now remembering to reach up and wipe the cum from my cheek. "Now drop them again!"
"Fuck off!" he snapped defensively.
"Fine." I said with a smile.
I returned to his body, this time stripping completely, throwing his clothes into a pile in front of him. Back in my body I waited for him to respond again.
"Shit!" he called out as he felt his nudity. "How are you doing this?" He covered up, but made no attempt to dress, presumably realising the futility.
"It's a secret." I said. Despite my lingering embarrassment, seeing him in such a vulnerable state was quickly levelling the playing field, as well as increasing my confidence. "Now you've seen me cum, maybe I should see you!"
"I'm not gonna jerk off in front of you." he insisted, still covering up.
"I think you will, because I'm gonna give you two choices. Either you jerk off in front of me, or you do it out on the street!" I said with a cruel grin.
"Fuck off!" he snapped, reaching for his clothes.
"Do it now, I'll only give you one warning!" I said firmly, sitting up and pulling my boxers up.
He ignored me and continued dressing. I took control of him again, dropped the clothes and walked downstairs. I opened the front door and stood there, then returned to my own body.
"FUCK!" I heard the shout from downstairs. I took the few seconds before he returned to change my t-shirt for one a little less moist, pulling on a clean one just as he dashed back in.
As he ran back in, he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. He didn't even react when I yelled out in pain. "How the fuck are you doing this?" he demanded angrily. "Tell me now or I'll kick the shit out of you!"
I ignored his threat and just smiled, despite the pain. "I'm not gonna tell you, and unless you jerk off RIGHT NOW you'll wake up naked in the busiest street I can find!"
He looked angrier than I had ever seen him, breathing hard from pure rage. He was obviously calm enough to think rationally though as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and started stroking. Not a single word was spoken by either of us until he shot his load, just letting it fly. It landed heavily on my bedroom carpet.
"Satisfied?" he demanded.
"Very. Looks like you are too!" I smirked at the small puddle at his feet.
"Can I get dressed now?" he asked, face still contorted with anger.
"Sure." I said, shrugging as I got off the bed and pulled on my own jeans.
By the time he was dressed, he had calmed down quite substantially. He still looked quite annoyed, but his curiosity was returning too. "Look, I'm sorry for getting so angry, but... seriously bro, how the fuck can you do that?"
I was torn. Despite the angry exchange moments before, the two of us had always been fairly close. I never fought with him like I did with Danny. Could I trust him with my secret? I cursed myself for using my powers so openly, it hadn't even left me with much deniability. For now, I just felt the need to apologise.
"Sorry." I said quietly, sitting on the edge of my bed. "I shouldn't have... made you do that. I was just embarrassed that you... saw me!"
"Yeah." Martin said. "I'm still not exactly sure... what I saw." He took a deep breath and sat beside me. "Nicky, what's going on? I don't just mean... whatever that was, I mean all of it. The last few days, you've just seemed a little bit off. Then there's the stuff at school. I actually heard something about you getting in a couple of fights. You know you can talk to me, right?" He put his arm around me and squeezed gently.
I sighed, then looked up at him and started, "There's a lot to tell you. Just, don't say anything until I'm done.... please." He nodded so I began.
I told him the entire story, starting on that first time I woke up in our neighbour, then every dirty little detail right up until that moment. The only thing I skipped was that I had used him to jerk myself off and suck me.
Martin had listened in silence as he promised, not saying a word until I stopped. "Are you... this is..." he stuttered. "Look, it would explain how you just did that to me, but... I can't believe it. It's just not... possible!"
"You really need me to demonstrate again?" I said, smirking.
He laughed back at me. "I guess not." he shook his head, processing what he had just heard, then he frowned. "Hold on, you said that thing I saw happening to you, it's like a, I dunno, built-up feeling from things done to you while you're out of body?"
"Yeah." I said wearily. I knew what was coming.
"So... who did the things to you just now then?" he asked, confused.
I just stared down at the ground.
"Nicky?" he asked dubiously.
I just looked round at him and nodded.
"You.... used me as a... sex toy?!" he said, standing up and glaring down at me.
"Not a sex toy." I defended. "Just a... helping hand."
"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, rubbing his face with his hands before looking back at me. "How would you feel if I made you do that to me?" he demanded.
I don't know where it came from, but I just smiled and said, "I'd be fine. You've got a nice cock!"
His jaw dropped and he just stared. I was worried he was going to hit me again, but then he just burst into laughter. "You're such a little perv!"
I just shrugged. He wasn't wrong!
"I can't believe my little brother's gay too." he said with a smile.
"I am what I am." I said casually with another shrug, then suddenly looked up at him as my mind caught up. "Too?"
"Yeah, I am." he said with a grin.
"Awesome." I said happily.
He sat back down, then lay back and looked at me. "What's it like then? When you take control of someone else, I mean."
"It's so weird." I said, marvelling at how good it felt to talk about it with someone at last. "When I'm transferring, it's like I'm getting pulled through a tight rubber tube, then I pop out the other end and I'm seeing through their eyes. Everything feels different though. I mean, you touch something and feel it and you think 'that's what it feels like', but it's really more a case of 'that's what it feels like for this hand'. Every body is different, it feels things differently, sees them differently. Oh God, I just... I can't explain it."
"It's a bit scary though, isn't it?" he asked, looking suddenly serious. My puzzled look prompted him to continue. "I mean, I get that you've just been having fun, or taking the occasional bit of revenge, but the power you actually have over people is incredible. What's to stop you possessing someone and stepping in front of a bus, or using their body to commit some crime, like robbing a bank or killing someone? You can literally do anything."
His words struck me like punches. I felt a sudden wave of nausea, my head was spinning and I came close to actually passing out.
"Whoa, what's wrong?" he asked, seeing me turn pale.
I was struggling to breathe. "I just.... I hadn't... I never even thought about that." I can't explain how it felt. Imagine you're holding a water pistol and then someone just walks up to you and says, 'That's not a water pistol, it's a nuclear warhead!' Suddenly my fun little power didn't seem quite so fun... or little!
"Oh, hey, sorry." Martin stuttered. He moved up to me and pulled me into a hug. The thoughts overwhelmed me and I found myself crying into his chest as he held me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to load all that on you."
He continued holding me for several minutes after I stopped crying. I just sat there in his arms, terrified of myself.
"Nicky." he said, shaking me from my thoughts. "Try not to think about it. Have you done anything to hurt anyone?"
I shook my head.
"And are you planning on doing anything to hurt anyone?" he continued.
"No, I'd never hurt someone." I said, shaking my head again.
"Just hold onto that then." Martin said with a smile. "You're a good kid. Totally perverted, but good. What you can do is beyond amazing, don't be scared of it though. Remember, you're the one who decides what you do with it."
I hugged him again, then smiled and said, "Thanks bro." As we sat silently for a few moments, I thought of something I had been curious about. "Hey, when I'm in control of you, where do you go? Do you remember anything?"
Martin shook his head. "No, nothing. I was disoriented for just a moment, but it was like when you walk into a room and then forget why you went in. I couldn't even tell any time had passed."
Before we could talk any more, we heard the front door open and close. "Anyone home?" Danny shouted up the stairs.
"Yeah, we're up here!" Martin called.
"Geez, don't let him in here." I insisted. "You really want him asking about the cum on the carpet?" I giggled at Martin's blushes.
We both got up and headed downstairs, Martin walking slightly in front of me down the stairs so I could lean on him for support.
"You're home then." Danny said flatly as he saw me.
"Good to see you too." I said with a fake smile.
"Hey, play nice you two." Martin intervened.
"Oh Danny's always nice to me now, isn't that right?" I said with a grin as I stared at my little brother.
He glared back at me angrily. Martin knew what I was getting at, the events between myself and Danny had been included in the explanation of my powers. I gently sat down on the sofa, squinting at a twinge of pain.
"Freak." Danny said with an angry glare.
"Hey, call me that again and you'll regret it!" I threatened.
Danny continued to glare. Then he looked at Martin and smiled. "I doubt you'll do anything, not with a witness.... freak!"
I stared at him and transferred. In Danny's body, I looked at Martin and said, "And this is what happens when I take control of someone!"
"Wait, you're...." He moved over to my body and waved a hand in front of my face. He got no reaction, then turned back to me. "Holy shit this really is real."
"Yeah, now excuse me while I teach this little fucker a lesson." I said, my smile spreading over Danny's face. Martin stared on in amazement as I undressed Danny. "Hey, if he asks what happened, he just stood here and took his clothes off. That should really fuck with his head."
Martin just laughed at my plan, but seemed okay to go along with it. Once Danny was naked, I returned.
Danny came to, then felt his lack of clothes. He covered up his little cock with one hand, then reached down for his clothes. "What happened?" he demanded angrily. "Martin, what did he do?"
Martin played his part perfectly. "Him?" he asked, gesturing to me. "He didn't do anything, he just sat there. You're the one who just stripped you dirty little perv!"
Danny looked totally confused. "I... I didn't. It was Nick. He did something! I know it!" He pulled his underwear on, grabbed the rest of his clothes and ran upstairs, scowling furiously.
As soon as he was gone, Martin and I burst into laughter. "Okay, now that was awesome!" Martin said through his laughter.
"Thank you very much." I said, attempting to bow graciously but stopping quickly as I felt a twinge of pain. Martin laughed sympathetically. "Hey bro." I said as a thought occurred to me.
"Sup?" he asked.
I held up the cast on my wrist. "This thing's gonna really... get in the way for a while. Would it be too weird if I... borrowed you, to take care of business again some time?" I blushed as I realised what I was asking.
Martin smirked again. "Sure, why not." He said, shrugging, then he blushed too before adding. "Although... if you need a hand, I might be willing to help without you possessing me..."
I stared at him. Was he really offering what it sounded like. "Wait, so you'd just... do that stuff with me?" I asked, convinced I must have misunderstood.
"Sure." He said casually. "For a price though."
"What... price?" I asked cautiously.
"You could return the favour!" he said with a wink.
I raised my cast again and nodded towards it. "That's kinda the point, I can't!"
Martin laughed. "Not in that body, no!"
"Wait, so you... take care of my needs and I use other guys to... take care of yours?" I asked, feeling my cock engorge at the thought.
"That's the idea." he replied. "Whadda you say? You in?"
"Fuck yes!" I said excitedly as the possibilities flooded through my mind.