Our frat house is normally filled with people partying and drinking to their hearts content but tonight we all needed a break to study for our exams. I was the last one up, the rest of them going to bed early, claiming they needed plenty of rest for tomorrows shenanigans.
When you are new, you get to sleep in the basement. It’s not too bad, it has everything that each other room had, but it meant the smell of sewage every flush, the noisy laundry machines, and the fact that I got assigned all cleaning duties.
I was up, lights on, and everything was actually rather quiet. Everyone had waited to do their laundry, no one was using the restroom to take a shit, and I was almost done studying.
I had something else to do after that, though. I was doing some family history research and it turns out, my ancestors were hypnotists who dabbled in witchcraft. Well, I found a spell that allowed me to access my ‘powers’ if I was truly in the bloodline and I wanted to try it out.
I sat criss-cross on the rug that hid the cement flooring with a few candles lit around me. Once I was done doing some breathing routines, I started chanting the spell.
After the third chant, the candle flickered and then a rush of light was absorbed into my body. My head was exploding with the past and the thoughts that would allow me to access my true power.
Each descendant had one 'main’ power that they could control, it turns out, other than hypnotism, I have the power of possession.
I had to try it out.
I heard someone in the kitchen and followed the noise up the stair case. It was Erick. He was shirtless and picking his way through the fridge, trying to find a midnight snack that wouldn’t be too damaging to his body.
Perfect. I thought, easing my way around the corner.
He shut the fridge and jumped when he saw me standing there.
“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me, you creep.” He laughed and poured himself a glass of milk.
“Sorry,” I smirked. I stood on the opposite side of the island counter, watching him.
“What?” He took a drink. When he set the glass down I concentrated on his mind, and he froze in a neutral position. I could feel all of his memories absorbing into mine. I learned every detail about him, his past experiences, his first kiss, his sexuality (which is gay, I might add). I knew him from top to bottom. I slipped behind him, moving my arms under his and sliding my hands up his happy trail. I placed my hands over his pecs, giving them a gentle squeeze and then circling his nipples.
“Flex for me.” I whispered in his ear and he did as he was told. His pecs moved under my hands and I peered over to see his abs tightening. He lifted up his arms in front of my face and his bicep grew. I smiled and sniffed his pit. He didn’t shower. Hot.
I pulled him back so I had room to go in front of him.
“I can see you getting hard.” I quietly spoke in front of his face, I looked down to see a bugle forming. “I know you need to let it out.” I smirked. He pulled off his shorts, his now hard cock, springing forward. “Let me see those.” I pointed at the shorts. He handed them over and I quickly took a whiff. It smelled even better than his pit. I put my hand on his cheek and ordered him to follow me.
We went to the basement, the candles still lit on the carpet.
“That’s convenient.” I said, dragging him along by his hand. I moved my hand to his head where I implanted a personality into his mind that pretty much made his a sex god.
I stripped myself and climbed into bed where I taunted him. He smiled and started rubbing himself.
“Come and get it.” I said, and he climbed on top of me. I could feel his cock slide into me and I moaned as his hands groped me. He moved me into a position that pleased the both of us and then the grinding began.
The thing about being in the basement is that no one can hear what goes on, so the moaning never left the walls.
Once he came, he sucked me off, allowing me even more pleasure.
We cuddled for a bit on the bed, I got a little sleep while his body was awake, kind of keeping guard. When I woke up, I was still lying next to him. I smiled and ran my finder down his chest.
Time for the next step.
“Get up.” I said, and he stood up directly in front of the bed, naked. “Damn, you are fucking hot.” I wiped the personality that was implanted. “You are mine.” I smiled. I stood with my back in front of him and started to become hard at the thought of becoming him. “Come here, make me feel good.” I said and he moved forward, wrapping his arms around me and then jerking off my hard cock.
I moaned and then I thought about his body. I could feel myself inching backwards into him, taking control of each limb as it was accepted in. As everything slid into place, I could feel myself take control and then I realized I was now pumping my own cock and then a burst of pleasure as I exploded. I moaned with my new voice loudly, my free hand pinching my nipple.
“Fuck!”
I moved the mirror and admired his body, my mind completely taking place of his.
I was now Erick. And I was loving it.
I sort of staged the fact that I had left and went back home, the basement becoming another vacant sleeping area, waiting to be filled by a newbie. No one ever found out about Erick and I. Sometimes, I have fun hypnotizing the other guys and fucking them for fun. There minds are erased of that memory and they move on.
I, however, remember it all.
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