image submitted by Angus Finch for the Wix Submission Event
The alien light beamed down and the empty husk automatically look towards it. The body began to lift up his shirt to accommodate the alien, transferring to the empty husk.
"Hello, old friend." The jock said, his eyes turned pale as the tentacles appeared through the light and lowered down in front of his abdominal muscles. This was the alien's favorite way to enter, after all. The slimy tentacles slithered through the air and attached to his belly button. Three of the many that flicked around his body helped to spread open the hole and the rest pulled the alien's slick body inside. The jock's eyes flickered as the alien slipped inside and adjust itself.
It takes a couple of seconds for the creature to orient itself inside of his body and then follow his spine up to his brain that has been programmed to run on auto-pilot while the alien is not inside of him. The alien has used this husk multiple times and is always happy to take his place within him. Once on the brain, he seeps into it, taking over every single aspect of his personality and gaining complete control of his body.
"Welcome home." The jock said, but it wasn't the jock using his vocal cord. He flexed his chest and massaged his abs while he tensed each one underneath his fingers. His belly button healed up from the creature's entrance quite well and would be back to normal in no time.
Around the corner, he picked up the weights and continued his workout where the jock had left off, lifting weights and really getting his arm workout in. The metal clinked as he slammed it down and in the full length mirror he ogled himself. He tore off his shirt and flexed both of his guns. A pungent smell came from his body and he knew that this would be the perfect time to feed.
The gym had its daily occupants, ranging from small to large. It didn't take him very long to pick out the one he wanted. In the corner a muscular man was jogging on the treadmill and the alien noticed the thick piece of meat flopping in his white mesh shorts. The jock with the creature in control took his place on the adjacent treadmill, shirt missing and all. The smell had been emanating off of him and had already effected some of the other people in the gym. They were staring with lust, but after a few blinks they went back to their own activities. The hunk on the treadmill gave the possessed jock a nod before suddenly getting a whiff of his stench. A stench that would send him into a frenzy. The alien noticed the flopping cock getting harder and smiled, making his treadmill stop and taking his hand into the locker rooms.
A stall was clear and the alien pushed up against him, removing all of his clothes before kissing down his body and wrapping mouth around the hard cock that flopped out of the jocks shorts. The jock felt something strange as he pushed his cock deeper into the strangers mouth and moaned as the alien let a tentacle slip inside of his tip. Just a little bit of his slime inside of him would render him under his control. Once he pulled out, he could feel his food coming. The jock's whole body tensed and his cum shot down the back of his throat, the alien eating it up. The drained jock looked down at the man who just gave him the best blow job in his life and smiled.
"I'm yours whenever you need me, master."
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