For sale (Patreon)

His profile was on a gay dating site, he popped on my feed as he was local to me. His tag line was “for sale”. I assumed he was some kind of escort. His pictures were very suggestive and he had some interesting gear, I was into gear, especially trainers. He wasn’t the kind of guy I’d normally go for but his tag line intrigued me and he was so close to me it just made sense. So I sent him a message. “How much?”

My inbox was flooded with 100s of images of him. It took a good 10 minutes for them all to come through and finally a message. “Whatever you think I’m worth!”

I found it a bit weird and I really was thinking of ignoring him from then on. But he kept pestering me with more pictures.

Then more messages.

Mate, you messaged me first, why are you ignoring me.

I’m not, I just wasn’t sure i should of messaged you in the first place and now you seem to be forcing the issue. Plus, I don’t normally pay for sex, i don’t need an escort. Even if I did want an escort or sex I assumed you’d send a price list.

Well, it’s a good job I’m not offering sex or an escort service really is it then? I haven’t revealed my body, literally every aspect of myself to you just to have sex.

Oh, okay, I’m sorry I just thought, well, anyway what are you offering?

I’m offering my body to you, well to anyone who wants to buy it.

So you do offer sex then?

No, I’m offering a body swap. A mutual, temporary exchange of bodies - for a price.

Oh really? You haven’t seen much of what I look like.

It doesn’t matter what you look like, I don’t care that’s why you pay. Can you imagine all this being yours for a week? It’s like a holiday, but away from your own body and life.

I could never possibly imagine what it would be like to have a body like yours. It would be a dream come true. How much is a week?

A week comes in at 1000. It’s a small price to pay for a body like mine. And if I get a full month of body swaps then I don’t need to work.

You trust anyone with your body, your life?

Not anyone, most, however, there are conditions. Nothing major. But anyone who takes my body has to agree to return it the same way it was given. You can literally do what you want while you are me, but you must visit a gym for 2 hours per day, you aren’t allowed to make me gain or loose weight, your forbidden from getting piercings or tattoos unless I’ve agreed before the swap.

So 1k for 1 week. And I get your body, life and everything that comes with it.

Yep. 1k and if you spend money from my bank account, you know food and stuff, it will automatically be taken from you on return. If you need to buy clothes, which you shouldn’t, but if you needed too then providing I like them you don’t need to pay.

More pictures arrived

I didn’t need any more pics to be convinced I had already decided. But the extra pics were just wow!

I sent him the money, held by an app for protection until I returned his body to him. I also had to send an extra 500 for my expenses, and any issues he might need to correct. I would be getting that back, but I didn’t care if I didn’t.

I week as Steve I couldn’t wait.

So how does this happen mate?

It’s fairly easy, better if we do it out of public view but anywhere is good. My house, your house. Just say when and I’ll be there. Just bring a container with your cum in it.

Your place in about 5 minutes then, well 10 give me chance to fill something with my cum.

He sent me the address.

I used his pics as my wank bank and filled a container with my cum. I got to his place in about 7 minutes. He invited me in, told me to strip, he stripped too. I gasped at his beauty. He took the container of my cum and drank it. He gave me a container with his cum. It was still warm, it was fresh. He told me that there was only enough to keep me transformed for 7 days, after that we would revert back to our selves. And there was no point drinking his cum whilst I owned his body, it was rendered inert during a swap. I downed it in one. He invited me to sit down and he sat opposite me.

I felt quite poorly but I knew what was happening. It pleased me to know what was happening as I saw his hair receding into baldness, he was becoming me.

Oh fuck, I can feel him, smell him, taste him. I was Steve and I don’t think a week is going to be long enough.