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Mojo & Lucas
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Lucas usually enjoyed working out at his local gym to keep his body toned and Instagram-ready but it was somewhat harder to do when he was constantly being watched from the weights area by muscular bro-type dude that he was pretty sure was a WWE wrestler. Wrestling had never been an interest for Lucas and it wasn’t about to be either, especially considering the guy seemed to be one of those obnoxious gym types who grunted and groaned as they lifted ridiculously oversized weights and gloated about their “mad gainz”.
Although he tried to make it a habit not to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, the volume at which most of the typical jock ‘bros’ spoke meant it was nearly impossible not to catch some of their discussions and as a result he’d learned that the wrestler’s name was Mojo. Honestly, what sort of name was Mojo? Lucas had managed to stifle his laugh when he realized that it wasn’t just a nickname but the guy’s actual name, which he was sure glad about because he didn’t want to imagine what the bigger guy might do to him if he discovered that Lucas had been laughing at his name of all things. Big lumbersome Mojo was probably proud of having such a ‘unique’ name, no doubt.
Truth be told, Lucas wasn’t sure why there were guys out there that prized huge muscles over everything else, as if being strong was more important than being smart. Sure, he could understand the importance of keeping a healthy lifestyle and a body that was pleasing to look at but guys like Mojo took it past the extremes. As for wrestling, who would even find that an appealing career choice? He was basically a stuntman putting his body and wellbeing on the line every other day and that certainly didn’t seem like much fun as far as Lucas was concerned.
More than once Lucas had ended a workout early just to get away from Mojo’s booming voice and his seemingly endless claims about “getting hype” and “picking up chicks”. The guy was an idiot and a brute and there was a minor concern for Lucas that if he spent any more time around the other his brain might melt.
Escaping to the showers the minute the familiar sounds of Mojo’s grunting and groaning as he lifted heavy weights reached his ears, Lucas let out a sigh and once again contemplated changing gyms. The only thing stopping him was that several of his other friends - all Instagram models and celebrities in their own right - happened to train at the same gym as him and although Mojo’s actions were a bother to them, they didn’t get nearly as annoyed by him as Lucas did. He wasn’t sure what it was about him, but Mojo just seemed to have a way of getting under his skin…
Stripping out of sweaty gym gear, Lucas packed them back into his bag and threw it into his locker before padding to the showers with only a towel for company. At least with the water running he wouldn’t be able to hear the wrestler’s booming voice continue to gloat which was a small mercy.
As he stepped under the water, Lucas let out a small sigh of content. In his opinion there was nothing better than a pleasant shower after a dedicated workout, although he only got to enjoy all of thirty seconds with his eyes closed and the water rushing over his body before the water was suddenly turned off. Opening his eyes revealed an arm stretched around his slender frame, hand still on the tap. Just a glimpse of that muscular arm told Lucas exactly who had creeped up behind him in the shower and his heart dropped. What the hell did Mojo want with him now? In fact why did he think it was acceptable to get this close to a complete stranger while they were showering? He had every right to complain to the gym owners about Mojo - or even the police!
“What are you doing?” Lucas asked, struggling to keep his voice steady.
“Enjoying myself,” Mojo purred in his typically deep voice, before pressing himself against the shorter and slighter man’s back. A shiver ran down Lucas’ spine at the touch and a whimper escaped his lips as he felt the pressure increase. It wasn’t like Mojo was getting between his cheeks and fucking into him or anything, he was just being pushed until he was trapped between the solid wall of the shower and the equally solid wall of Mojo’s muscle.
The sweat on the athlete’s muscular chest made Lucas wince. He considered himself something of a clean freak and the only time he didn’t mind getting another guy’s sweat on him was when they were in the middle of a bedroom session and even then it was never with guys like Mojo. The scent of musk and sweat reached Lucas’ nose, making his stomach turn and adding yet more reasons to the list of why he found the older man so obnoxiously unbearable.
“Dude, what--” Suddenly speaking became much more difficult for Lucas. Somehow, not by any means that he would ever be able to explain, he could feel Mojo’s mass pushing inside of him in a way that shouldn’t have been physically possible. From the area the contact was made Lucas began to feel very full and his attempts to cry for help ended up as aroused moans because the sensation of the wrestler pushing inside of him was truly blissful.
Unable to resist as Mojo grabbed his hands and forced them against the tiles of the shower wall, Lucas merely watched in a mix of fascination and terror as he realized Mojo’s hands were blending into his own, the other man’s much larger digits disappearing inside his own. His arms followed suit and judging from the sensations around his body, the same thing was happening from head to toe. Moving became an impossibility as Lucas realized he couldn’t even curl his fingers or wiggle his toes.
Within moments, Mojo had taken complete control and Lucas became a quiet passenger inside of his own body.
“Fuckin’ hell, this is tight,” Mojo grunted, momentarily surprised by the higher pitch of his voice and then breaking down into delighted giggles as he realized he’d done exactly what he was planning to. He’d been spying on the twink for weeks, watching how he worked around the gym and even following his social media. It didn’t take long for Mojo to become fascinated and want to see if he could successfully pull off being Lucas Dell.
Truth be told Mojo was as straight as a bro could be, but he was also the type of guy who was raised to believe he could have absolutely anything he wanted and all he had to do was take it. That was what he was doing right then, taking Lucas’ body for a joyride to have some fun, and he was sure that the twink would love it. After all, Lucas was going to be blessed with having a real man in the driver’s seat for once and all those typical homo urges of his wouldn’t be taking Mojo over, no sir!
The moment he was locked tight in the twink’s body, Mojo let out a small sigh. Taking over Lucas had been more than a little arousing and as he stepped back away from the shower wall, Mojo was delighted by the younger man’s hard cock. “Not bad, buddy!” he praised, taking the shaft in one want and giving it a few experimental strokes. “I’m gonna have fun playing with this, that’s for sure. Get some babes riding on it too now that Lucas-boy here knows what’s good for him!”
Unable to resist temptation, Mojo continued to stroke his new equipment with one hand while using the other to move across his abs. The slender body was foreign to the touch as Mojo had more than gotten used to his own large frame but he was glad to feel that the younger man’s abs were firm and he had perfect v-lines. “Guess you’re no slouch, huh?” Mojo asked the younger man, neither knowing nor caring if the real Lucas could actually hear him or understand what was going on. Lucas was never really Mojo’s concern - only his own amusement and forbidden desires.
All of Mojo’s desires couldn’t simply be satisfied with one quick jerk-off in the showers of the gym though and once he had finished teasing himself and decorated the shower with his cum, he quickly grabbed Lucas’ stuff from his locker, dressed and escaped out into his new life.
It didn’t take him very long to begin to put certain changes in place. Lucas might have been proud to be a homo but Mojo wasn’t about that life and he wasn’t going to play into being some stereotype either so all the tight pants and pink tank tops would have to go. Maybe Lucas didn’t have a body that made chicks wet with just a single flex but Mojo was a stud and he knew how to get pussy when he wanted to. He could pull even as a twink, he just needed a decent wardrobe and to emulate his usual level of natural confidence. Some might have called it cockiness or arrogance but honestly Mojo didn’t give a damn because the only people saying that were jealous folk who wished they could get as many chicks as he did!
The first thing Mojo did was get Grindr off of his - well, Lucas’ but right now everything the twink owned was technically his - cell phone and delete all of the dick pics he had saved up. The only dick pics he was going to be storing from now on were his own so he could use them to taunt and tease some babes.
Up next was the total disregard of Lucas’ wardrobe and using some of the younger man’s pretty solid bank account to get himself some new kicks and fashion. Mojo didn’t really give a fuck what the current ‘in’ style was - he knew what worked and that was what he’d go for. He’d get some sweet tank tops and track shorts in, just to show that dear old Lucas here had seen the light and realized he’d been hiding a true ladies man from the world. He even threw in a few WWE shirts for good measure just to stroke his own ego a little more.
Mojo was no stranger to being horned up and getting off regularly but being inside of Lucas’ body put him on a whole new level. He wasn’t sure if it was just because he was squeezed tight inside somebody smaller and skinnier but every single move seemed to get his cock twitching and he could barely go minutes without sticking a hand down the front of his pants to rearrange himself - or even relieve himself if he didn’t think he could hold himself back. Pretty much everything got Mojo excited, not just hot babes, and even though he was happy to see he wasn’t some queer, even the brief time he spent with some of the other twinks Lucas was apparently best friends with was enough to get him hard. He’d dismissed it when they inquired but he could see the hungry looks in their eyes as they had inspected his bulge and he stored the information for when he was really desperate the future. After all, back in his frat days at college he and his brothers had always said “a hole’s a hole”. The rule totally still applied!
There were a number of perks to being in Lucas’ body but one of Mojo’s absolute favorite things was how whenever he worked up a sweat in the gym, the musk that came from his body was undeniably Mojo’s own instead of whatever flowery smell somebody might associate with Lucas. It was like the body knew who was in control and letting elements of the real man in the situation take over. Similarly, Mojo was lifting just as much as ever even though there was no way Lucas should have been able to handle weights that heavy. He was getting quite a few stares in the gym from his bros but hey, when wasn’t Mojo the centre of attention? That was just the way he liked it!
Mojo’s lack of doubt that he would be able to continue his ladies man ways in the twink’s bodies was rewarded by his first night out at his favorite club when he was able to pick up a stunning babe with bleached blonde hair and a glorious rack. She was moaning like a whore as he pinned her down against his sheets and rocked deep inside of her. A small whisper in Mojo’s mind - perhaps the real Lucas - told him that this scenario was all wrong but that only served to make the wrestler even hornier. He’d always loved breaking the rules anyway and the slut didn’t seem to be complaining as he made himself comfortable with her.
After a night of energetic fucking, Mojo was more than a little hyped up for his gym session the next morning. Being joined by some of Lucas’ twink friends with a slight annoyance to him but he quickly found enjoyment in recalling the events of the past night in full detail, watching the stunned and confused expressions cross their pretty boy faces. Mojo wasn’t sure if it was just remembering his wild night or the bewilderment on their faces that got him going but he was hard almost instantly.
“What’s gotten into you lately?” one of Lucas’ friends asked, earning a loud laugh from Mojo.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, bro,” he replied smugly, enjoying the satisfaction he felt at quite literally getting underneath Lucas’ skin while his friends had no idea. “I can think of a few things that I’ll be getting into soon, if y’all know what I mean!”
Needless to say it was mere moments before Mojo properly established himself as the alpha male of the group. Lucas’ friends might have been confused by his sudden turn to a more macho personality but it worked in his favor as they easily feel to their knees upon request and took time getting their lips around his shaft to bring him to climax time and time again. Mojo wasn’t a homo but damn if this wasn’t the perfect warm-up for his gym session!
Every time one of the twinks lowered themselves in front of him Mojo grabbed a clump of their hair and controlled the situation without second thought, fucking their mouths as they moaned in desire for their new alpha. Maybe they were confused by Lucas’ sudden changes but they sure as hell weren’t questioning it when their mouths were too busy doing what they’d been born for! Homos had their uses after all and Mojo could get on board with it when it felt this damn good.
This was one experiment the wrestler wasn’t sure he’d be ending any time soon. He was already getting curious to see if Lucas’ body could pull of any of his signature wrestling moves and he would be a fool to pull out of the twink’s body without testing that out, right?
