Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2016 18:22:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: switcher part 8

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   THE SWITCHER
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It had been a full week since my last switch and I decided the time had
come for a new lingering.

I caught my victim in the middle of the day, walking across a college
campus. I didn't know where his dorm was and didn't know how to find out so
I would have to make do with what gifts I had brought in my goodie bag.

After taking in the area for a moment I entered the next best building and
looked for the bathroom. There I retrieved a liquor bottle and downed
it. For the game I wanted to play, impairing my victim's judgement and
modesty were probably helpful. Also, I simply liked to make them dumber and
more confused.

His name was Erik West and he had a tall, nicely defined body. What stood
out was his model-esque face, with a sharp jaw, light scruff and high
cheekbones.

The 21 year old got his mohawk with the razor from my bag – at this
point I had chosen to bring one with me on occasion to make sure I had easy
access to one. Eventually I'd run out of money but so far I still had four
fifth of the stolen wealth left.

I kept my clothes on for the moment and got back outside. There I looked
for places to hide my presents to lucky Erik. If he played well, this could
easily be over in under an hour. Having to watch Ron run around for half a
night had been a bit boring some of the time, so I had planned a tighter
schedule for Erik.

Back in the bathroom and with my bag totally empty, I pulled out the boy's
phone and manipulated it so it would only accept calls and messages from
the anonymous number I had again prepared.

I walked into a stall and stripped. His slender, toned body was nice to
look at and I covered the floor with his body hair as I worked my force
push removal skill over it, leaving out the armpits and crotch stubble to
keep his appearance looking natural.

Almost ready, I was semi hard with anticipation. All his clothes went into
the bin and were covered with paper towels. Even if he found them somehow I
wouldn't allow him to put them on.

It was time. I switched back into my body, staying behind as a lingering
presence.

Erik jolted awake.

Before he had time to act upon his panic and confusion, I sent my
greetings.

<Hello Erik. I see you're in quite the predicament.>

He saw the message, looking back and forth between the mirror and his
phone. "What the fuck?"

<We are going to play a little game. An easter egg hunt, if you will. At
the end will be your dorm room key. If you behave.>

He snored. "Don't think so, sucker."

<No? That's too bad. How will you get home then?>

"Roommate'll let me in," he mumbled.

<Okay, and the nude part?>

"Wait, you can actually hear me?"

<Yes. Now back to the game. If you don't want to play I will be a lot less
gentle next time. I have ways of making you regret disobedience.>

"Fuck, that's creepy." He stared at the phone. "Listen, you weirdo. I don't
know what you think you're doing but if you think I haven't walked across
campus with my dick out, you weren't there when my frat team lost the
bet. Now fuck off. I'll have Tim check this number and we'll find you, I
swear."

This was bad. I wasn't too worried about this Tim guy but I had put effort
into the game and I didn't want to waste my lingering.

<You severely underestimate how difficult I can make your life Erik. It's
just a little game for now, but if I don't get what I want, I will turn
your existence into hell.>

"Ha. Whatever, dude."

What could I say to make him follow orders? I had been sloppy. He was in
familiar territory and since he wasn't ashamed to be seen naked he had no
reason to be terrified. Fuck. I had to write this off as a loss.

<As you wish. Next time I will teach you to obey me.>

"Yeah yeah, fuck yourself."

I switched out entirely and sighed. Once I tried to sense the pull, I
realized it was already there. I'd get to see my previous victims again,
which was nice but what should I do about Erik?

Wait...

Last time I lingered twice. Once in the guy with broken limbs, then in
Ron. Was it possible that this power could be used twice in a row before
catapulting me back? Then why was I already feeling the pull?

Ten minutes later I fell asleep, having gotten very little rest with Erik
rejecting me so rudely.


***


I couldn't believe my luck. Not only was I back in Erik's head – having
followed the pull – but I was still capable of lingering. I sensed it
clearly.

The boy had made his way into his dorm room by then and wore new
clothes. His roommate was on his tablet, not paying attention to me.

I grabbed Erik's phone and left – without keys.

The building I was in was the same one I had been in before. That's why he
had been so cocky, I had brought him into his own dorm building. Bad
planning on my part. Not a mistake I would repeat.

On my way off campus I collected all the gifts I had hidden for the easter
egg hunt. I took the bus until I was a few districts away. It was still
bright day time. Wonderful.

I picked a good area and began to distribute my gifts again, hoping it
would not be in vain this time.


***


Erik woke up naked and erect on a pier.

Right away I could tell he was a lot more panicky now. A good start. It was
also right at the time the additional alcohol was taking effect and dimming
his mind.

<Now how about we try this again? Or do I need to make it even worse for
you?>

"Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Okay, look, I'm sorry. Just get me out of
here. Whoever you are."

<You'll have to do that yourself. But I can give you hints if you follow my
lead.>

"Fuck. Alright, let's play your stupid game. Can I get some clothes first?"

<Certainly. Look under the black canister right next to you.>

Erik lifted the container and found his first gift.

"No fucking way."

<It's what you get. Either you put it on or you can find your own way
home.>

The boy groaned, but quickly slipped into the leopard patterned string
thong. I had also provided a pair of white flip flops to keep his tender
soles protected. He didn't thank me so I moved on.

<Your next stop is warehouse 3. There's a huge green shipping
container. Find the items behind it.>

"And how will this help me get home? I thought your game was going to get
me back to my dorm?"

<Patience. I'll give you options. Now go.>

Erik looked left and right and rushed to the incorrect building. Until he
had found the right one, my popcorn was done.

"What the fuck is this?"

<A collar to go below your head and a cock ring to go under your other
head.>

"Wow, you think you're funny, huh? I'm not wearing this shit."

<Do you want my help or now? It's just a little bit of metal. What's the
big deal Mister Erik I walk around with my dick out West?>

"Fuck off. Fine, I'm putting them on."

He pulled the string thong down and slid the ring over his package, pulling
his balls through with some effort. I was happy to see he was bigger than
what the cock ring was supposed to accommodate. He would be rock hard
whether he wanted to or not.

Once the collar was on and snapped shut, I chuckled to myself. The boy
hadn't even realized that it didn't open without a key. Of course I had
provided no such key to his ungrateful self.

<Now your options. I can give you a description and you walk the whole
way. Should take two or three hours.>

"Fuck no."

<I could give you enough money for the bus.>

"Ah, looking like that? Isn't there a better option?"

<I can give you enough money for a taxi. Only the driver would see you.>

"I... guess that works. I'll get over it."

<Lastly, I could order a rental car for you to be delivered right where you
are. No one would see you and you could get right to your doorstep.>

"Sounds great. Buuuuut what do I have to do?"

<Are you getting cold?>

"Uh, kind of I guess? It's late afternoon, so... sun's gonna go down. It
might get a little chilly. More clothes would be nice."

<The next stop is straight ahead, three roads down. A huge, red trash
container.>

Erik began to walk until he arrived at the first road. "But there are
people!"

<So? They don't know you.>

"The point was that no one would see me!"

<The point was that you play my game. Now, how do you want to go home?
Walking? Fine by me.>

"Fuck it. Okay."

Erik jogged across the street, keeping his eyes straight ahead so he didn't
have to see people's reactions to his looks. With satisfaction I noted that
he was fully erect and bursting out of the string thong.

At the next road he had to wait at an intersection and it took a
wonderfully long time for the light to turn green, allowing a good dozen
people to stand around him for a while. I noticed in his audible breathing
that he was suppressing a whimper, barely short of crying.

When he arrived at the container I instructed him to look under it.

"What's this?"

<What does it say on the tin?>

"Body oil?"

<Use the whole bottle. I want you shining.>

"What the fuck? Why? I'm not that cold, really. I don't need this all over
me."

<No rental car for you. You're down to the taxi option now if you stay on
your best behavior.>

"Ugh. Fine. I'll do it."

He emptied the bottle over his head and smeared it everywhere. At this
moment he noticed for the first time how smooth his skin was. I saw that he
had the mind not to spare his dick either. When he rubbed oil on it, he
shivered and let out a breathy moan. Good, he was going to be full of cum
when I needed him to be.

I hounded him to an even busier, more public area and helped him find the
next gift. Surrounded by skyscrapers, Erik pulled handcuffs from under a
bus stop's bench.

"No way, dude."

<On with them, or you can go home via that bus stop. If you do as I say
without bitching and moaning I might upgrade you to rental car again.>

He sighed deeply and slapped the cuffs on his wrists, thus tying his hands
in front of him. People were all around him, keeping their distance.

<You're weirding people out. If you don't want them to look at you with
concern you have to make them understand you're not dangerous.>

"How the fuck am I supposed to look `not dangerous' exactly, if I look like
a lunatic?"

<Smile.>

"You're not serious."

<Is that bitching and moaning I hear?>

He worked up a smile, as I could see in the bus terminal's glass's
reflection.

<Now keep that up and go three intersections farther to a little
playground.>

He kept his head down to avoid seeing people but in every reflective
surface I could see that he did his best to keep smiling. I had no way of
knowing if anyone filmed him, since they would most likely do so from
behind, but it was almost impossible not to happen.


***


"No."

Erik shook his head so hard I got dizzy from watching it through his
eyes. He looked around nervously, but he was alone in the playground. It
was too late for kids to be outside.

"Absolutely not."

<No one's going to see it.>

"I'm not doing it."

<It will be literally invisible.>

"I. Am. Not. Doing. It."

<Tell me then, how are you going to get home? Looking like this? Do you
even know where you are right now? Are you willing to ask strangers for
help?>

The boy was trembling with rage. "Fuck. Fuck!
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Okay. I hate you. You better call me the nicest
rental car they have."

He looked around again, even once he was hiding behind a bush. The boy
pulled his thong down and used the lube he had just found to make the butt
plug slippery. It was a relatively small one. Not small in absolute terms
– it was bigger than his own sizable member – but certainly smaller
than ones I had used on victims before.

It took so long for him to get it in that I was considering letting him
skip the task. His huffing and whimpering got annoying after three
minutes. How I could stand to listen to it for a whole fifteen was an
achievement in itself.

"It's in. It's really in. Holy fuck, it's in."

<How does it feel?>

"It burns. I'm exploding. It's tearing me apart."

<Nice. Just one more station to go and then the game is over.>

I gave him instructions, making him return to busier areas and told him to
hurry. The jogging made sure his plug rubbed deliciously against his guts
for sure.

Once he was surrounded by people again and close to tears, I reminded him
to smile. He got my final gift from behind a hedge in front of a still open
shopping mall.

<Here's the last thing you need to do. But it's complicated so pay
attention.>

"Okay. Just give it to me already."

<One: delete this conversation. We won't have to talk anymore once you
completed the last task so this will be goodbye. Two: use the zip ties in
the package to fix your cuffs to the lamp post right in front of the mall.>

"What? But then how am I going to get into the car?"

<Three: rub yourself on the post till you cum. Make sure the jizz gets on
you.>

"Holy shit. I... I don't know, man."

<Do you want to get home or not?>

"I... fuck, alright. I'm so horny I'll probably cum in five seconds."

<Don't forget to smile the whole time until the car is there or I'll call
it off.>

"Okay got it."

<Goodbye. Delete the convo. Have a good night.>

"Fuck."

I watched him press delete and leaned back. Now I could only hope he was in
for it far enough to go through with his promise.

Erik did in fact tie himself to the post and put on a shaky grin as he
rubbed his dick on the cold metal. It took a lot longer than five seconds
– it took something like five minutes – but eventually he shot his
load and fortunately it shot straight up out of his string thong and onto
his chest where it slid off the oil and hung in thick threads along his abs
and thighs.

He was still smiling, but it got more and more pained by the second. I
could see it in the glass from the shopping mall whenever he glanced at
it. He had reason to be nervous with all the people entering and leaving
clearly being unable to overlook him.

Did I call him a car?

Ha! Of course not.

Erik West had a lesson to learn and I was going to make sure he'd never
forget it.


***


Would you want to play it yourself? Do you think Erik has learned his
lesson well?