Ghost Hunk

Bloke walks down the lit up avenue, wearing a crop-top to show off the man-scaped abs and wearing a leather jacket.

“Oh yeah.” He grins, his dick practically drooling with anticipation inside his garment, “Time to get started.”

He makes his way to a cute guy talking with his friends on the corner. He stops midway, and goes to one with short brown hair, a red shirt, and regular jeans, “Hey, pal.” Bloke says with a smirk. “Think I remember you.”

“Uhh… What?” The guy gives Bloke a hesitant look.

“OH YEAH! Remember now.” He grins and points to him, “I still owe you a blow job. Meant to do it at the time, but I lost control before I got started.”

“Uuuhhmm, okaayy, um,” Obviously a bit inhibited, the guy chuckles awkwardly, “I never met you before in my life, and I’m just trying to hang out here…”

“Right, right, sorry, different face and all that.” Bloke nods. He puts his arm around the shy boy’s shoulders and leans in, “You gentlemen mind if I borrow this cute piece of ass real quick?”

“Pssshh, sure.” One friend says.

“Heh, just like that? You’re a bit forward, don’t you think?”

“Oh” Bloke grins as his package and bulge shoves a baseball-sized lump a few times, “You got no idea how forward I am.”

“W-What??” The guy looks at Bloke, then at his friends, and back again, “G-Guys! Wha-”

“We’ll be round the corner. Come on, Felix.” Bloke drags him away and to the alley.

“Wa-Wait, stop! How do you know my name??” Felix nearly trips as Bloke takes him to the spot.

“Have fun!”

“He’ll scream bloody murder if he doesn’t!” Bloke calls back with a wave of his arm.

He takes Felix to the alley and puts the stammering cutie against the way, “O-Ok, look, I don’t know who…” Felix pauses and irks as Bloke comes in and licks his neck.

“Mmmm. Fuckin delish.” Bloke smiles. His hands then go to Felix’s pants.

“L-Look! I don’t-, I’m really don’t wanna-”

“Meatbags don’t go to Goldenrod for the scenery, ya tease-fuck.” Bloke almost sends those pants flying down, making Felix blush from his exposed tighty and stretchy Spider-Man underwear, “Now. I owe you a service, and you are too fucking cute to pass over.”

About a month ago, Polter was possessing a pot-bellied bear daddy, and he lost a bet he made to Felix here to suck him off. Unfortunately, Polter had ‘overstayed his welcome’ without realizing it, and he was unable to control the man he was possessing, and Polter had to fly out of the guy’s mouth after several minutes of the mental wrestling. But did Polter get a kick when that church pastor start to freak out when he saw himself wearing a black leather thong in front of a bunch of horny men before he went trampling out.

“Wait, please, don’t!” Felix whines as Polter took those underpants and pulled them off. Felix, almost close to tears, wince as Bloke paused when he sees Felix’s one inch soft penis.

“Hah, you’re a bit of a thumb drive, huh?” Bloke grins as he reaches and massages Felix’s small dick.

“Please, just, don’t tell-”

“Tell’em what?” Bloke asks, “That I’m about to do THIS?” He drops to his knees and shoves his lips onto Felix’s button cock.

“A-Ahh!” Felix gasps and moans out as Bloke smushes his wet lips on his little penis, staggering and groaning as Bloke snorts and makes out with his member. “O-Ooohhh myyyy gooosh…”

“That’s right.” Bloke grins as he stops and sees the little dicklette start to throb and pulse into size. “A dick’s a dick, and you are just as fucking adorable as your member here. Awweeehhhh” Bloke sticks his tongue out and tickles Felix’s waking cock. He rubs and fondles those balls as well, warming them up in both hands as he goes to town on him.

While those hands rolls and fluff those soft orbs in his hands, the tip of his tongue draws circles around Felix’s stub of a member. His tongue dips into the foreskin and makes the cute nerd moan out as Bloke uses his lips to push over the layer of flesh over the small rod and salivates as he engulfs that portion with his mouth and head bobbing in short dives while ducking in to lick the sides of that tender sac as well, ticking and making Felix laugh adorably from having his most sensitive regions slurped.

“Mmnnyyooyeaaahhh… Huh?” Bloke’s eyes blink into a brown color. Blake gaps as he sees his own hand holding a pair of balls, “The fuck?!” The next thing he knows is the soaked dick before him – some random small penis! “What the ffffFF” Blake’s eyes clench before his face shoves itself forward. His nose inhales sharply while his hands gasp at Felix’s buttocks before Bloke’s eyes reopen to the electric blue color. “MMMMmmhhhh…”

“O-Oh my gosh, a-ahh” Felix presses his back against the wall and huffs as his rod reaches his full length at 3 inches. He looks down and sees a rod-like bulge in Bloke’s pants as well. “Please don’t stop, ahhh”

“Waddn’t planning on it.” Bloke says as he wraps his lips around the small member and starts to slurp on it. His tongue even swerves to scoop up Felix’s sac and rushes and races around under the scrotum.

“Oh my gosh, yes, oh God that feels good! Oh, ohhhh.” Felix closes his eyes and moans in heat as puts his hands into Bloke’s hair. He doesn’t know where he met this particular guy, or why he thinks he owes him a blowjob, but the fact this guy digs his small wiener is more than enough to make him stop resisting.

“Mmmhh, you ARE fucking delish.” Bloke snorts like a pig while sucking on the small endowment. He practically milks the cocklette of each spurt of precum as his tongue dances on every spot around it.

“You into anything else?” Bloke asks after he pops that small penis out his mouth and strokes it with only a couple of fingers.

“Oh uh…” Felix blushes as Bloke looks up with those bright bluish eyes. “K-Kinda, but this is good enough…”

“Good enough ain’t good enough.” Bloke then puts his face into Felix’s ‘business’ and starts kissing and laying thick smooches under the small cock around the nuts, “Tell’lme what ya like.”

“O-Ohh, oh my gosh, mmff” Felix whines as he can barely talk, “I-I uh… I-I like it when someone plays with my butt…”

“Butt stuff?”

“N-Not like sex, but… I-It gets me so hot when someone just pays attention to it and just plays with it and…” Felix can hardly speak between the very lustful sensations and the embarrassment.

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for???” Bloke scoffs and holds his hands up, “Turn your ass around and let me play with it already!”

“Y-Yes, uh, sir.” Felix then shuffles around and leans against the wall. He instinctively arches his back and presents his ample bottom to- “U-Uhh!” Felix’s jaw drops as that face already shoves right into his wobbling buttcheeks.

“Grrmmhhhrrmmnnrrmm” Bloke growls playfully as he motorboats into Felix’s booty. Both mounds wobble gracefully with every move Bloke does with is head.

“Hohhh my ghaaahhd” Felix feels a rush of heat and lust as he starts to masturbate is little cock.

“Hrmhrmhrmhrrmmmmmmgghhhhhh??!” Blake’s eyes return to their original brown color as he tires to focus. Now all he can feel is an immense warmth from his nose-down. He can’t breathe fresh air, and he smells someone else’s flesh pressed on his face, like all those times he ate out his girlfriend(s).

“MmmHH!” Blake irks and grunts, attempting to pull himself away from the rear end, but it’s like his face is glued to those cheeks. “MM! MM! MM!” All he can do is yank his head a few times, really wobbling Felix’s tushie before his hands grab onto Felix’s hips harshly.

“A-Ahhh,” Felix moans, unaware of Blake’s trying to break away, “Oh my gosh your face feels so good…”

The ghost presses inside Blake’s skull and his eyes close again and the cyan color returns, “Weird…” Bloke mumbles before shrugging and returning to his feast.

“Heh heh heh” Bloke chuckles as he cups both buns with his hands. He bounces and bobs both buns playfully before giving a kiss on either cheek and mushing both cheeks together and framing them with his fingers to force the jello-like hams to form a heart “Ooh, I think your butt is in love with me!”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” Felix whines as he whacks off. He jerks off his modest member as his fetish gets hammered hard. The way this guy is bouncing and slapping his butt – not spanking, slapping. His hands pat and bongo both of those mobile buns. He bats and smushes his face into his ass and licks his crack up and down. He’s always wanted a stud like Bloke to just play with his ass like this, and it’s driving him all kinds of crazy! How in the hell did he know how Felix loves his rump getting toyed with??

“Ohhhhhh my gaaahhhhd I’m gonna cum!” Felix pants and moans, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Gotcha. Thanks for the warning.”

“Wha?? I- Whoa!” Before Felix knew it, Bloke forced himself in from the side and starts to nurse and suckle is little dick and slurp loud. “Oh my god, oh god!” Felix moans out as he leans on the side to allow Bloke to get better access.

His hands hold onto Bloke for dear life as Bloke just about milks him for all he’s worth. The way the tongue rolls and almost hugs that petite penis sends Felix over the edge “A-Ahhh! Ohhh! HOHH! Ahhhh!”

Bloke’s cheeks puff as Felix cums hard in his mouth. His hands grasp onto Felix’s jiggly butt just as his eyes go brown again. “MMHllmm! Hmmllmm??!” His mouth is now flooded with something salty and sweet. Repulsed, Blake starts to gag. His lips dribble with cum and spit as he attempts to pull back, but his body just tenses in resistance.

“H-Hey?” Felix looks down, noticing Blake’s odd motions, “Are you ok?”

“MrrrRRRMM!” The phantom forces himself into consciousness again and takes over to gulp down Felix’s load until his lips leave that smooth pelvis and licking the underside of the small rod clean.

“That was fucking great. You weRErrrRRRrrr fucktastic.” Bloke smiles and stutters as he tries to suppress the pressure in his head as he pulls up Felix’s undies, “Let me get that for ya.” Felix blushes and chuckles as Bloke kisses his Spider-Man package a few times before pulling up Felix’s jeans and standing back up.

“Uh, what about you? You’re still hard. Don’t you-” Felix is interrupted by a very hot kiss. He moans and rubs Bloke’s sides as he loses himself in the thorough lip lock.

Blake forces back in, blinking awake as NOW he’s making out with a MAN! “MM… MM-mm! Mm-MM!” Blake’s insides sink as he feels the chill of the ghost race in his limbs. He squeals and his arms seize around Felix as the poltergeist’s energy spazzes Blake’s legs and pelvis.

“Mmllmm-mmrrmmm” Felix irked awkwardly as Blake starts to hump his front like an electric crazy person, “Mghaah, hheggh, rmmll,”

“Mmggh! Mmggh!” Blake grunts and moans into Felix’s mouth as Blake’s pants rub everywhere on his cock. That, and the wild humping makes him lose track of holding his focus as his member gets pleasured into overdrive. His brows furrow and he clenches his eyes shut as a climax makes its way through.

“MMGHH! MMHH! MMMHHHG” Blake shoves his hips hard on Felix’s lap as a dark blotch forms from the jock jizzing his pants. The forceful and intense orgasm rolls in the afterglow and allows the ghost to loom back over his brain. His brown eyes go back to cyan as Bloke regains his posture.

“Sorry bout that.” He grins at the flustered cutie boy, “Sometimes I just get wild and nuts when I’m with a guy.”

“Heh, ahahehah, yeah, cool, I get it.” Felix nods, still feeling rather awkward

“So.” Bloke cracks his neck a little before patting at Felix’s arms, “Would love stay and get freaky with you, but your pals are waiting for ya. ‘Sides, I got stuff and other guys to do.”

“Ok. But… Any chance we can do this again?? Like, some other time or something?”

“Tell ya what. I come around here bout once a week or two.” Bloke grins as he reaches both hands down and gives a few hard grabs at Felix’s rump, making him grunt and moan a bit with each hard and big pinch between Bloke’s thumbs and four-fingers “If I see ya round here, I’ll drop everything I’m doing and play with your butt some more. It’s fun as fuck!”

“Heh, o-ok…” Felix gets hot in the face as Bloke parts ways.

“Now get outta here and tell your friends you just got your dicked sucked like a fuckin pro.” He lets Felix loose and slaps his rear again.

“O-Ok! See you later!”

“Heh heh, next time, bubble buhhh…” Bloke irks and bobs his head as his face takes on a very awkward and bizarre expression, staggering in his stance as he feels ‘it’ again. “Bubble buuuuuuhhhhtt” Bloke says oddly as his throat lets out a slightly cartoonish tone. He loses focus and flops his face about, coughing some glowing mist before he continues on.

“Ok… Stay cool, Polter. I-I uh mean Bloke.” Bloke mumbles to himself as he strides away, “Stay hold of him, you got this, come on…” Bloke struts down the avenue, “He’s a fuckin jock. They’re not smart. He’s a dumbass. He’s not gonna…”

Bloke frowns as his body undulates wildly. His pelvis thrusts and made his torso curve before his chest puffs out and his arms waggle stiffly in one fluid wave of motion. His mouth chortles like his just at a very weird vegetable as his jaws click and irk and his body jerks and wobbles several times more.

“Uh-oh…” The possessed male utters, right before his eyes roll up as his torso and arms jiggle from a forceful internal reflux. 

  Blake’s eyes then return to normal color as he looks around, “What the fuck- Where am I?? What-” His torso lurches before his eyes shift back to cyan.  

“Oh no ya don’t,” Says Polter’s cocky voice, as he grasps onto a telephone pole, “I’m not gonna… UuuRRrbbbLLL” His eyes roll up again as his head shakes like mad, making him babble with his lips bouncing about.  

“Boobb boo-booblaAAAmmuuubbuuawwll! GUUUb babab! BllbbboollUUUbbbRRUH!” Blake yelps out as he fights back into consciousness. He takes a look around and sees the brightly lit gay clubs and raunchy displays around him, “Fuck, you are NOT gonna turn me into some fa… Fah…” 

  Then his brain feels light-headed again. He knows what’s coming next. He can’t control his body.  

His eyes cross as he dons a very toothy shit-eating grin. Out of his control, he turns around and starts grinding the pole into his tighty-packed denim ass. 

  A few guys walk by, snickering as Black starts playing with his nipples like a horny goofy cartoon. “Whoa, what’s with him?” Asks one of the strangers.  

“Probably some stripper on a huge high.”  

“Should we get him to a hotel or hospital or something?”  

“Naw, he’s just goofing off.” They laugh it off just before Blake snaps out of it, having been fully conscious up to the point where he stops grinding his ass into the pole and looking like an idiot.

  “Fffffshit, fuck YYOOU! I am NOT…” Blake clenches his eyes shut and tries to force the ghost out of his body as hard as he can. “GGHHHHH! I’m not taking this…” Blake pants a few times, like he’s trying to take a huge dump. “HHHHHGGGGGG” He clenches and tenses his entire body as he gags forcefully in an attempt to expel the entity.  

‘Whoa whoa whoa!’ Polter irks as he feels the human’s willpower start to attack him, ‘I don’t think ya really know what you’re doing, buddy!’

  “What- A-Ahh!” Blake, still straining like he’s passing a stone, looks down to see his cock fly out of his zipper and start to shoot off clear piss like a hose! “Ah! Hey!” Blake’s hands go to his cock, but he feels his hands and forearms get cold again as be grabs his member with both hands and start whipping and circling his liquid arch about. Next his lips get cold before he starts whooping out of his check.  

“WOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOOOOOOOO!” Twirling pee spirals for a few giggling spectators, Blake felt enough control to tuck his dick back into his tight pants and irk a few times.

  “Ok, playtime’s ovaaAAaaAAGHHH!!” Blake’s mouth gags as a round glowing orb pushes out of his mouth. “Poouughhh! Haagghhh” He makes out the blob of transparent energy wobbling gently in the breeze. Meanwhile, his denim buttcrack springs a bouncy ghostly tail as well. His ass bloops a sound as the phantom’s billowing tail waves and bobs gently behind Blake’s bottom.

  In a desperate move, Bloke’s left hand grabs onto his rump and slaps right on the center, right before his other hand clasps onto his mouth. Bloke’s eyes flicker from cyan to brown as he snorts, feeling his anus slurp and his throat rattle as his thighs spazz and wobble, coughing and gurgling as mists of glowing white waft from both his face and his ass.

  With his hands clasping onto both ends – his right hand holding in his mouth and his left hand pushing onto his ass – Bloke whips around quickly and rushes into the nearest bar and ducks into the bathroom. He gets the door closed and locks it before the harried fleshie makes it to the mirror.

Suddenly the hard struggle stops abruptly.  

“Buaahhhh!” Blake huffs like he couldn’t breathe. Panting, he feels at himself, trying to see if the ghost is no longer possessing him. “Gone? You… What…” He looks up at the mirror and almost yelps as he sees his own reflection grinning at him, complete with cyan colored eyes, “Oh SHIT!”  

“I would, but I don’t wanna ruin those pants.” The mirror said in Polter’s voice. The reflection then reaches back and gives a hard spank on his own rear.

  “Ow!” Blake yelps before he looks down at his own booty. He didn’t slap his own ass, but it sure as heck somebody spanked it. He glares back at the haunted mirror and notices he’s got some tight clothes on him. His hair is done a little differently too, and his torso is too smooth – he had a treasure trail before, and now it’s gone!

“So how does this work??” Blake barks at the mirror, “You just do the fuck you want? I ain’t some faggot!”

  “You are tonight, bonebag.” The reflection smirked, “But I’ll give you credit – usually, a pussy-eating jock like you don’t start fighting back until like 5 AM and shit. You got yourself a strong head.”

  “What are you even talking about? A-AhhHHH!” Blake gives a pathetic yelp as he looks down at his shirt – both of his nipples are pushing forward under his shirt, but they feel like they’re being pinched like purple nurples! He looks up to the mirror and sees his reflection has both nipples being yanked by his hands.  

“Here’s how it’s gonna go down, fleshie.” Polter says in the mirror, “Turns out, you’re too strong for me to hold your brain for more than a couple hours. So if I can’t control your mind, I just gotta manage you carefully.” He lets go his nipples, letting Blake huff and groan in relief, rubbing his stinging nubs a bit.

“But what the fuck?! I thought I got rid of you!”

“Pffff. What, with the cross gag? Think Jesus on a stick was gonna fuck me off?” Polter scoffed, “I ain’t a demon, jackass! I’m a fuckin poltergeist! Case you’re a bigger dumbfuck than you look, there IS a difference.”

“Fuck off.” Blake retaliated, “This is MY body! You’re trying to steal it, and I’m getting you out of me!”

“Or, and hear me out on this:” Polter holds his hands up in a sort of compromise approach. “You just let me take over completely, and let me have my fun. Sound like a deal?”

  “You fuck… And what if I say no?? Am I gonna have to get myself into a church to-” Blake’s eyes widen as the mirror puts his hand into his own pants. Blake then ducks his head to see the front of his jeans wiggle about as his sac feels an invisible hand, “No, nonononOOOOO” Blake squeals as his balls get a hard yet slow yank. His hands duck down and grasp at his nuts, but his reflection in the mirror is still grinning as his hidden hand still torments his testicles. ”Fk! FK! Letthefuckgo! Gyyaahhh!”  

“Now look. I was all for erasing your memory once this was over. But since you decided to fight back too soon, I’m just gonna have to manage how I can. I can take total control on and off, but now you’re making me have to be jump through some fuckin hoops here!” The mirror then pulls his hand out and then licks his lips and gives Blake a solid stare, “Ready for take two?”  

“Take two??” Blake frowns, “What does thaa…” Blake irks as he feels the familiar shift rise and smoke into his body again. His eyes close roll up and close and his face shakes a bit and wobbles his cheeks and lips before he reopens his eyes with the color of cyan and his mouth curling into a wicked sneer.   

“Theeeere we go” Polter says through Blake’s lips.  

“What the?? What NOW?” The mirror says. Blake looks at what he thinks is his ‘reflection’, but the surroundings are reversed. “What, am I trapped here??”  

“Relax, dumbfuck.” Polter snickers “I ain’t no wizard, not like I can put you in a mirror THAT way. Though that would make things easier if I could.”

  “What are you even TALKING about?!” Blake exasperatedly rants in the mirror, “Just cut this shit out!!”  

“Nuh-uh. I ain’t done with you just yet, bonebag. See ya next time” The possessed male then turns to leave. 

  Desperate, Blake looks around for a way to stop him. In the mirror, Polter was able to screw with him from there. Can a reverse be possible??  

Biting his lip, Blake reluctantly but quickly grabs the back of his underpants under the jeans, and gives a hard YANK! “Try moving with an Atomic… WEDGIE!”

  “OoOOoo!” Polter staggers and arches his back as his anus feels a harsh rag burn rush up, “Mmh, not bad, mm!”  

“Yeah, you’re not going ANYWHERE!” Blake shouts from the glass as he gives another sharp yank! “UH! GHH! Take THIS you freaky fuck!”

  “EEeeee! Ahhh! WooohooOO!” Polter just laughs and yelps in Blake’s body, holding onto his knees as his ass forces him to stagger up and yank up a few times. His pants and underwear show no difference as he receives the phantom wedgie, “Fuck yeah, show this ass crack no mercy! FFFuck yeah!” Polter sneers over his shoulder and grooves his bum in circles at the mirror, “Fuck me, I might just stay in here and let you get creative!”

  “What- you- You’re ENJOYING this?!” Blake lets go as he huffs with frustration, “What kind of stupid sick fuck ARE you?!”  

“Awww, why’d you stop?” Polter snickers as his hands go to rub his booty, “You give awesome wedgies, meat-sack. Wish I was half the nerds you fucked with in high school.”  

“Are you KIDDING me?!”  

“Nope!” Polter waves him off. “Later, bonebag.” With that, the controlled body exits the bathroom. Once the door closes, Blake disappears in the mirror, and once again ends up subconscious in his own head.  

Strutting through the club, Bloke searches for his next quarry. His electric blue eyes look left, right, his pants sporting a rod-shaped bulge. So many hot guys of many different shapes and sizes!  

Finally, Bloke spots a hot fat black guy. Nice and round burly build, rocking ass. A real bear. ”Mmmhh… Polty likes him some thicc chocolate man, MMFF…”  

Bloke grins as he comes up behind him, his arm coming in low and hot, “Dayum, that is a fat ASS”   

SMACK

  “Ah!!” The chubby stranger jumps from his behind being slapped. He turns around and glares at smirking jackass before him, “The hell’s your problem?”  

“The problem is your balls is supposed to be on my face like a mask by now, but’s far as I’m concerned,” Bloke then reaches up and cups and grabs onto the man’s round pecs bulging in his shirt.

  “Uunnhh,” The big and tall black man irks and flinches as his manboobs are fondled.

  “All I got to work with is your tits!” Bloke teases before the beefy arm slaps his arms away. “You like’em pal? Cause I wanna do you things for-”  

“Buddy, you wanna back up before I jack you up?”

  “Psh, what are ya gonna do? Sit on me?” Bloke retorts. Before the dude could respond, he gaps as Bloke reaches down past his hip and starts fondling and slapping his rump, “Cause that’s just about all I’m thinkin about.”

  “Fuck, you’re cruisin me?” The dark bear bites his lower juicy lip as Bloke starts to grab and knead his big round gut. Now that he knows this weirdo is actually hitting him up…  

“Come on, chocolate thunder.” Bloke grins as he digs his hands under the guy’s shirt to start playing with those nipples, “How about you take me to one of these rooms and show a white jackass like me how to be a little bitch?”

  “F-Fuck…” The black chubbster flinches and groans as Bloke keeps just fondling and coming on to him. Bloke glances down and sees a tent forming in the guy’s lap.  

“You know I’m just gonna start humping your leg until you- Oop!” Bloke suddenly finds himself yanked to the side as the hefty stud almost forces him to one of the private rooms. 

  Similar to a hotel, just a simple bed in a small room where guys enter and fuck. Bloke chuckles deviously as he can hear moans and howls of pleasure from the other rooms – no doors to these cubbies, just curtains to give some illusion of privacy. All that illuminates the surroundings is dark purple and blue lamp posts hanging from the ceiling.

With half of the bars or clubs on Goldenrod Avenue, they will have an area where their customers and guests get weird and sexy in them – some, like Rockin Cox, have a sort of orgy-room where guys just fuck and suck in the open, while others, like the one Bloke is currently in now, will have somewhat secluded places where patrons can go nuts for.  

The two of them go into one and the large-bellied bear closes it. By the time they’re ready, Bloke’s shirt is already flying and his jeans pool at his ankles, showing that he’s wearing some neon green undies that leave little to the imagination.  

“So, ya gotta name, or am I just supposed to call ya ‘Black Beauty’.” Bloke smirks before those thick hands shove him down. “Oof!”

  “Man, shut the hell up.” The chubby guy says as he removes his shirt, really showing off muscular arms, thick pecs covered with a thin layer of black wool with thick nipples, and a very rotund belly that wobbles with every step.

    “Ohhhhh yeah, come to fuckin pap-” Bloke is interrupted as the huge fat stud straddles him. Those hungry lips start gnawing and growling at Bloke’s neck. “Hohhhhhhuhuhuhhh” Bloke’s legs tuck around the heavy guy’s thick hips and just about starts humping his hard lump into that deep belly button. 

  “You ain’t gonna be so cocky now, huh?” The deep bear growled as he looks down to see Bloke grabbing his pecs.

“Hoohhhhhhhhh you are such a fucking sexy blanket.” Bloke basks in this man’s heft and vast warmth. “I fuckin want you to eat me alive.”

“Psshhh, you an idiot.” He says as he pushes his strength further upon Bloke.  

“You gonna fuckin punish me or what? Am I gonna have to start calling you a ni- GOMF!” Deceptively fast for his size, the fat suitor has already shoved his musky bulge right into Bloke’s mouth. 

  “You fuckin talk too much, ya dumb fuck. My name is Barry.”  

“Mmllgg, mmllmmggk” Bloke slurps and gurgles with his mouth full of Barry’s thick pouch.   

“Heh. Bitch says what?” He asks as he removes his heavily loaded crotch from Bloke’s mouth.  

“Just gonna say, anyone ever tell you that your cock is fuckin delicious?”  

“Pfff, heh heh heh” Barry moves himself up and then sits right on Bloke’s chest and peels his underwear down and lets that thick elephant trunk of a penis flop right out. 

  “OhhhhfffFFFFUCK yes!” Bloke grins wider as he sees those huge nuts also emerge from their hiding place, one drooping after the other.  

“Suck my balls, lil bitch.” Barry says as he shoves his fat balls onto Bloke’s face. 

  “Heh… I’ll get into character then…” Bloke grins as a wisp of cyan smoke glimmers from his face.

  At that moment, Blake’s eyes revert to normal. He gasps as he sees the massive meat before him as well as the thick testicles now gracing his presence, not to mention how this fat black man’s weight is pressing down on him on in this low-lit room!

What’s going on?! How did he get here! He only remembers the stupid ghost walking out of the bathroom, and he blinks and now there’s a fat naked black man teabagging him!! 

  He opens his mouth to shout out loud, but his lips feel that cold tingle. Hearing the eerie giggle inside his skull, his mouth pulls itself to start smooching and slobbering onto Barry’s sweaty testicles. “Mmmpp! Annggmullmmpp”

  “Oh fuck yeah, lick those balls, bitch, lick them balls” Barry says as he smushes his heavy orbs onto those starving lips.   

Blake can almost make out the light-blue outline from within his mouth muscles – it’s that ghost possessing only his lips and tongue, he can practically see the asinine poltergeist’s smile. Fully conscious, he cringes with inner disgust as the ghost haunts his lips and just sucks on that sac, fitting one ball into his mouth to slurp and gulp before his head shakes to slip and slide the other one.  

Blake watches as all the nut-sucking makes Barry’s huge cock slowly rise and erect. He secretly quivers as it just keeps getting bigger! That black monster thickens and engorges from his voracious slurping and guzzling. 

  Just when that dong fully erects, Barry rises up, popping his loose-dangling sac from Blake’s mouth. The fat bear strokes his member as he looks at the panting little bitch before him. Blake can barely move, his drool trailing off the side of his mouth as that thick and round stud maneuvers himself. 

“Wanna taste, ya lil bitch?” Barry mutters thickly as he strokes his member next to Blake’s face.

“H-Haalluummm!” Blake, unable to control his own head, turns his have and glues his lips right around that fat cock. He snorts and sucks that thick meat as if someone is pushing some kind of lewd button in his head.

Everything about this is making Blake cringe with distaste and disgust. He keeps trying to shove the guy away or bite down on his cock, but every time that thought occurs, Polter just makes Blake deep-throat him!

“Ooohhhffffuuuuuck…” Barry moans as Blake sucks him hard and greedily. “Mmmmmhhhhssshhhiiitt… This is fuckin hot, man.”

Blake irks and groans as he tries to fight back, but this is nothing like how he fought Polter on a sidewalk – how can he try to take over a single body part??

Before he knew it, Barry pulls is soaking dripping dick out and moves away. Blake has a full view of that dark moon of his before he can feel the ghost trying to possess his mind again. He clenches his eyes and tries to block him out. He can actually hear the perverted phantom giggling as he feels the mental intrusion in the form of a mild headache pressing on the front of his brain.  

“Now. Before I sit on yo face.” Barry says as he gets a few things.   

-Click-cick, juh-cack-  

Blake irks as he looks and sees his wrists are bound by leather straps. “Wh-Wha?! Hey, what the fuck??”  

“I don’t got a lot of time. And the way you smack talkin me? I’mma make sure you get punished by the time I gotta leave”

  Blake feels that odd light-headed sensation again. He blinks, and suddenly his ankles are being raised up by some built in pully-system from the ceiling! “What the fuck, wha”  

“Hah, damn boy” Barry laughs as he looks at Blake, “You horny as hell, huh?”  

Blake looks, and sure enough, that ghost is making Blake’s naked pelvis - NAKED??! What happened to his underpants?? Now his cock is standing on end and almost wagging in circles in its full erection. He can still hear Polter giggling and cackling, almost from inside his penis!  

Losing track of himself from the revulsion, Polter once again possesses Blake’s brain, and those eyes and grin take over once more “Oh I’m CONSTANTLY horny, fatass!”

  “Yeah, you horny, bitch?” Barry says as he walks over and straddles up on the bed. “You bout to put your mouth where my ass is.” Bloke licks his lips as his hard rod starts to drool like crazy as the large nude tubbo turns around.  

Blake writhes and forces the ghost away from his brain again, “GhhHHH! Get out of my HEAD!” He hissed furiously.  

‘Hah hah! Have it YOUR way, bonebag!’ Polter snickers inside Blake’s mind.  

“Huh?” The next thing Blake knows, he’s staring at the hovering twins of two massive chocolate globes, both cheeks perfectly round “Oh no…” He jerks and pulls at his arms and legs as he can feel the heat from Barry’s bottom, “No no, nonono”  

Barry then sits and bites his lip as he gnashes his big clean and sweaty crack right into Blake’s stubble, “This what you want, lil fuck bitch?” He says as he grinds his massive rump into Blake’s face.

“MMnngghh! FFFNNHH!” Blake fights and struggles in disgust as the thick and musky crevice sits on his face. His stomach purges as he feels both his lips and his tongue feel the cold chill again…  

“Kiss my ass, ya douche.” Barry taunts as he slaps his own rotund rump. As if on command, Blake’s lips suddenly glues itself onto Barry’s butthole! “Oh! Aw shit!” Barry gaps as his pucker feels a harsh suction.   

Out of his own control, Blake grunts and continues to squirm as all he can taste is this fatty’s sweaty anus as his lips start to squelch and slurp at the black man’s hole. 

  “Oh fuck, man! You, whoooaa!” Barry’s thick hands grasp onto Blake’s trim thighs as both men’s dicks reach a huge arousal as Blake’s face goes to town into Barry’s ass.   

Blake irks and whines harshly as that freaking ghost possesses his very tongue! His wet sliver shoves its way into that tight sphincter and licks just about every inch of that tunnel.

  “HooOOolyYYy fuuUUuuck!” Barry straddles firmly as his own fat cock leaks like crazy as he masturbates! His huge booty flexes and wobbles as this cocky white jerk-off eats his hole in places only dildos, enemas, and cocks have reached.

  Even Blake crosses his eyes as he feels his tongue had grown and slurp that tunnel in circles, really tasting the inside of this man’s clean meaty asshole and sampling the deep prostate. He swears, if his tongue gets any longer or bigger, he could very well be licking the inside of Barry’s dick!  

“Whoa, hachi-machi” Says a different voice. Blake can’t see past the dark brown hide of Barry’s round build, but his face goes red as he can just feel someone else at the doorway watching him. “Damn, Bare-Bare, wish I’d known you were here sooner, I’ve been missing your badonk-ka-donk”  

“Dude, this guy I’m sitting on?” Barry says, “He eats ass liiike aahhhh!” Barry moans as he arches his back into Blake’s head. Barry gaps and squeezes Blake’s thighs as that tongue sinks into a very hot zone. “OH! AaahhHH! AH!”

“Goddamn! Hands-free??” Says the stranger with disbelief. Blake can just about feel Barry cum - that hot spunk could be felt on Blake’s semi-hairy abs, his pelvis, and a few other spots. 

“Fuckin damn, MMFF…” Barry groans as he gets up. 

“BUUHHH!” Blake gasps for air as that huge black bear gets off, his tongue instantly returning to normal size. “Fuck… Fuck… I can’t… I don’t want to be awake for theeh…” He irks and gulps as his eyes close and the ghost takes over again. “I-I can’t…”

“Huh?”

Donning cyan eyes and a very hungry smile, Bloke licks his lips as he stares at the new comer “Get enough of that fat ASS. Wanna use me??”  

“Heh, sure, I’m up.” The guy says as he undoes his pants.

“Leave the curtain open,” Bloke tells him, “Keep’em coming!” Barry chuckles as the cocky idiot strapped down just about begs for it, “I wanna gets used up and full of cum by the time midnight hits my balls!”  

“Hahahaha, is he for real?” The new suitor says as he gets naked and starts bouncing Bloke’s balls with his hand.  

“Thirsty bitches are thirsty.” Barry laughs as he pulls his pants back up and grabs his shirt. ”Meanwhile, I gotta get goin. My ride’s waiting on me.”  

“HEY! Where you goin, fatass???” Bloke calls as that denim-packed behind walks out, “I want more chocolate- gulk!” Suddenly his mouth clogged with a thick wad of Italian sausage drooling with pre.  

“Get in line, bud.” The tan and horny stranger says as he starts to roll his thickening cock into Bloke’s mouth, “I saw that ass first, and I’m gonna make you pay for eating it before I do.”

“Mllnnmmgg, mrrmllmm,” Bloke slurps as his mouth curls into a sneer with his mouth full of meat.

  “Bitch says what? I can’t hear y- Ahhlp!” The man yelps as he staggers forward! His pole was suddenly sucked RIGHT into Bloke’s kisser with the force of a wet vacuum! “Gyaahh! Ohhhh! FfffFFFuuuuck!”  

Bloke’s lips ooze with spit as they just about seal right into the base of that cock - his cheeks, throat, and tongue massaging every inch of that rod. 

“F-Fuck, stop! You’re gonna make me blow too soon! I wanna… S-ShiiIIiit, fuck!” The Italian stud’s butt jiggles as he attempts to regain his stance. Bloke is NOT going easy on him, even with the stud planting his feet on the ground, he can’t even pull his hips back, Bloke’s moist mouth has a famished lock on him! Bloke is really sucking him for everything he’s got!  

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He strains and presses his thighs between Bloke’s head as his muscles tense, “FFFFFF… Shhiiiiit!”  

In 2 minutes, Bloke’s cheeks puff on either side as the cock in his mouth gushes with hot white gravy. Bloke snorts and gulps down every drop as he flat-out milks this guy for all he’s worth. He grunts and is finally able to slip his dribbling meat from Bloke’s lips.

“You fuckin asshole…” The Italian guy begrudgingly groans. 

“Yeah? Not my fault you’re easy to drink! Shoulda went for the- woop!” Bloke irks as his body is turned over. The stranger then restraps the pully-system around Bloke’s waist, ankles, and then tied his wrists together on his back, forcing him into a presenting position with his naked ass exposed and his cock throbbing under him with his knees spread and propped on the bed.   

“Yeeeeeaaah! Now you’re talking, quick-shot!” Bloke jeered as he wags his ass left and right, “Show everyone what a stupid slut I am! I’m just a cock-crazed asshole that needs a gut full of spunk!”  

“Fuck, you’re a goddamn pig…” The guy remarks as he spanks that ass a few times.

“Ooh! Mmhh! Grkk!” Bloke jumps and grunts with each spank – this guy is hitting his ass very hard.

“If you weren’t such a cocky jackass who blew me too hard, I might actually like you.”

“I can ONLY be a horny jackass!” Bloke retorts, “Quit yapping and get my ass split in half, fuckin moron!” SPANK! “OOF! Aw yeah…!”  

“Heh, right, fine…” The man says before a click was heard. Bloke’s head jerks a little as he feels a cold line trace on his upper right buttock. “Two guys served.” He then writes the black sharpie on the small of Bloke’s back:  

FUCK HOLE COUNT   

“Ooh, looks hot.” Says another new voice, a blonde jock peeking in on the display.  

“You looking? Go for it.” The last guy says, “Just remember to mark his ass when you’re done.”

“Ooh, sweet!” Says the new guy as he takes the marker and draws a third short line on the tally. He grins as he then writes on the opposite cheek:  

COCK WARMER With an arrow pointing at Bloke’s pucker

  “Ooh, that tickles.” Bloke snickers as he feels the ink parker push and curve on his flesh. He feels the bed shift and weigh down before a pair of hands grasp onto his manly hips. “Ooh yeah, plow right in, baby. Ya gotta-” Without much prompting, Bloke feels his hole spread open and the built male behind him pushes in his lubed cock. “OOOooo yeah, get in there, yeeeaah!”

“Mmmm, ohhh fuuuuuck” The jock moans as his member slides on in and mounts Bloke fully, “You feel amaaaaazing.” He moans pleasantly as he starts to hump Bloke in a smooth rhythm.

“Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, come on, you can pound harder than that.” Bloke smirks as the guy humps him gently.

  “So good… God, I can do this all night.”

“Yeeeeaaah. Sorry, bud.” Bloke grins as his buttcheeks flex. “I ain’t got all night.”  

“W-Whoa!” The jock yelps as Bloke’s sphincter suddenly slurps his cock right in! “Wh-Wha-th-what the fuck??” That dick was squeezed before he feels the anal muscles actually push him out. He gaps as his pelvis is forced back, as if Bloke’s asshole is sliding that dick all on its own, right before his hips is forced forward into that anus!

  “Whoa fuck!” The jock moans out as that ass basically forces his cock to fuck itself into Bloke’s ass again and again. “Ah-ah-AH-ah-AH-ah!”   

“Get with the program yet? I want dick, and I wannit now!” Bloke says as his rearend sucks the hell out of that meat. 

“Shit, how are you doing that??!” The nude top moans out. He attempts to mount Bloke properly, but damn if that semi-sentient butthole is going to let him fuck is own way! That anus just milks and USES his cock over. Bloke grunts and grins as his hole slurps and sucks that dick in, feeling that man’s pelvis touch his butt before he pushes him backward.  

“Fuck, f-U-u-Uck!” The jock whines and unloads himself right into Bloke. It’s now that that controlling pucker stops flexing and contorting and allows him to pull out.

  “NOW you’re gettin it!” Bloke taunts as he wags his butt some more, the spunk that just filled him up sealed inside like a vacuum, “You USE a butthole, ya don’t play with it!”

“Fuck, I need a snack…” The jock sighs as he waddles away. 

“Well! Isn’t anybody gonna-” Before Bloke can complain about his lack of meat, he feels someone heavy behind him. A fourth line is drawn on his butt before the words ‘CUM DUMPSTER’ is scribed on one of his buttcheeks.

  He dons another gleeful grin as he feels some rugged hands on his hips, “Oh fuck, you better split me in half, big gu-uuuUUUUYYYY!” Bloke’s eyes widen as his pucker is forced open by a massive force.

  “Mnnnhh yeah, nice and wet…” Says a deep voice. Without even looking, Bloke can tell he’s dealing with a massive body builder. 

“Gllkk! Christ, I think you’re hitting the back of my throat! Ohhhh!” Bloke grunts and arches his back as he bites his lip, his anal muscle really reveling in the girth of this huge rod. Even those very heavy canon balls slapping Bloke’s own testicles is enough to make Bloke flinch and jerk.   

“Fuck yeah…” The man says as he pulls back and starts to thrust into Bloke’s butt.

  “Ulk! Fuk! Alk! OOF! Fuck! SHIT! Yeah! NNH!” Bloke’s dick goes rigid as his tunnel is full of the hard meat. He winces and growls with lust as those massive nuts almost slam into his perineum.

“Mmmfuck yes, you little faggot, yeaahhh” He says as he puts a strong hand down on Bloke’s back to really start railing into him.

“You’re fucking enormous! I’m not gonna shit right for weeks! Agh! FuuUUUUuuUUuuk!”  

“Take my cock, asshole, you ain’t going nowhere until I breed your tight little ass.”  

“I-AIN’T-goin-NOwhere-till-YOUR-balls-DUMP-YOUR-fuckin-loOOaaaAAD!”

“Grrmmhh, that’s what I like to hear, lil fucker.” The man says as he starts to really nail Bloke’s ass.  

“OOOooOOOoooOOOoooOOOoooOOHHHH!” Bloke’s body jerks and flops back and forth, really testing the limit of his restraints as the giant behind him deals some massive blows into his hole.    

What feels like hours later, Blake groans as he waddles into an unfamiliar room - he has no idea where he is, just that his vision is somewhat blurred, like he’s just getting through a hangover. He is completely nude, his ass feels extremely firm and stiff, like he did some sort of inane buttocks workout for an entire day at the gym – is there such a thing??

He looks down at his abs as his guts churn and slosh. He just knows his bowels are jam-packed with sperm. He feels like he hasn’t taken a dump in a WEEK. As sore and used as his sphincter is, he’s guessing that damn ghost is the one making sure his behind stays ‘intact’. Though he still feels as though the dam is about to bust.

“Ok… Fuck… Demon…” Blake whines weakly as he approaches a full length mirror, “You’re… Done… So… Lemme…” Now he looks up and gaps at his reflection. Aside from the cyan eyes, just about everything is different on him! He’s drenched in both sweat and a white syrup, for one! On his face, his fingers trace over his cheek the words ‘SPUNK GUZZLER’ and the opposite cheek reads the sharpie words ‘HORNY CUNT’

  “Haaaooohhhh!” Blake moans with shock and disbelief. He looks down and sees the words ‘ASS FAGGOT’ across his stomach, or else reading ‘PUSSY BITCH’ on his hip.  

“Wanna check the back?” The mirror asked with an evil grin, “You’re a regular canvas!”   

Blake feels his body operate on its own and turns himself around and just about yelps as he sees all the five-count dashes all over his ass, his thighs, the small of his back. With more profane and slutty words written in black ink on his backside. “What the FUCK??!”

“Yeeeaaaahh” The reflection says as the nude mirror wiggles his perfect butt; Blake grunts as his own body again moves out of his own control “Your ass was more popular than I thought. You MAY have just about fucked everyone on the block.”

“Fucking dammit…” Blake turns back around frowns angrily at the giggling mirror, “Alright. You had your fun. Now get out of me!”

“Heh, heh heh, right. Sure. Whatever. Lemme flush you out.” The reflection grins as he reaches his hands back behind him and starts playing with his butt. 

“The fuck you doing now?! I’m demanding yoouuuUUUuuu…” Blake low-key howls and cringes as his anus suddenly feels loose and hot. He freezes and irks with shock as he just knows his own ass is squirting like a white-goo fountain. He winces as he hears Polter’s laughing in his brain while his hole drains him of the club’s spunk loads. Blake just stands awkwardly until his asscrack reduces the cum-flow to a pearly white trail behind his balls and down his leg…

“Jesus, you’re disgusting…” Blake whines as he feels the ghost hooting and hollering from inside. His entire rump is soaked with a thick layer of cum now, “You had sex with everyone here! You just-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, cum-bucket.” The reflection says, “We’re not done yet. I’m just getting started!”

Blake stares in horror and fury at his grinning counterpart in the mirror, “You… You just said you fucked everyone here!”

“Correction: I said YOU fucked around the block.” Polter holds his arms open, “Wake up, son! Goldenrod Avenue is more than a block!”

“Ok… Ok…” Blake holds up his hands, almost desperate to try and reason the ghost, “Look… How about if… We…”

“What? Just stop?” Polter scoffs in the mirror, “Or tell me you’re willing to suck a few dicks or fuck a few asses, that’ll somehow appease me if ya do it yourself?”

“Guh…” Blake moans with disbelief and frustration – how did Polter know that’s exactly what he was going to propose?!

“Ohhh meatbag.” Polter sneers, “The point of negotiation is way gone now. I’m inside your head now. I get to play with your body whenever I fuckin feel like.”

“No, you, I can’t do this!”

“I can!” Polter smirks, “Now. Here’s what’s gonna happen, since you gots no say here.” The phantom mirror tells him, “I’m gonna take a few pictures of you like this, you look fucking hot all covered in sharpie, cum, and sweat. THEN” He points out before Blake can argue, “I’m gonna clean your body up, get dressed, and maybe I’ll feel like doin something else, whether you wanna like it or not.”

“No! I’m DONE!” Blake shouts at the mirror. “If you so much assss…” Blake drones and groans as the ghost once again shifts fully into his brain and possesses him once more.

“Ok. I think we’re done here, fleshie.” Bloke grins at himself in the mirror, and walks out that door, still completely nude, marked, and half drenched in sperm and sweat.