Personal (slave) (Patreon)

For two seasons I had been his boot boy, water carrier even in the off-season I helped him out, I was basically his personal slave for two years he did pay me rather well for it so I almost didn't mind. I had been with him through thick and thin, been there through his ups and his downs, and dealt with his blood, sweat and tears.

A few days ago when he announced he was moving teams it all changed. Of course, I had to help him pack up all of his gear from his old team and there was lots of gear. I couldn't carry it all. He demanded I got everything in his truck while he took one final shower in his former team's locker room. Said something about wanting to smell and look good for arrival at his new team. He came out of the shower with nothing but a towel, my jaw dropped. I had seen him like this

a hundred times before but today he looked stunning.

I still hadn't got all of his stuff together and he wasn't pleased. All that was left though we're his favourite lucky boots. I'm told him I would come back for them but he said he needed them there and then. He told me to wear them if there was no other way I could carry them. That meant leaving my old white sneaks behind but he told me he would get me a new pair on the way, so it was fine, and I put them on.

But then really weird things began to happen. The towel around his waist dropped to the floor and he keeled over and was baulking. He went extremely pale. He was changing. Bits we're popping out of him, bones and muscle. Then I too started to feel sick. I sat down before I fell down. I too was changing. Muscles and bones popping from under my skin. My skin was getting darker too. I looked at my chest, my hairs were gone. I looked at my legs and my normally smooth less had grew thick spouts of hair.

I looked back to him on the floor. He had been spazamming but it was slowing down, weirdly he looked like me.

I looked back down at my legs. I recognised them, they were his legs, I even had the socks he had on at his last training session. I looked at my arms and hands and they were his too. Some how we had swapped bodies. My former body scrambled to get off the floor. Sorry, Damo, I don't know what came over me, I'll get your stuff in the truck right away. He had become me and had no knowledge of the swap or who he used to be. Damo, I'll have it sorted before your done in the shower. Weird, I'm sure I saw you come out of the shower all wet with just a towel.

Do I look wet, do I look like I've just had a shower? You saw me in the tunnel after I had one final kick about with the lads. Hurry up, I won't be long and I don't want to be late. The lads all scurried around me and joined me in the shower. I knew their tradition, the leaver had to cum, now in the shower rooms they all took turns washing my body. It was the most errotic shower I had ever had. Once they had about thirty seconds they were each allowed to suck my dick for 10 seconds. The one who made me cum would be the new captain of the team. All 18 of them managed to suck me for ten seconds but none had made me cum. Now it was my turn, I was allowed 2 “fucks” in each of their butts. I managed 11 of them before I jizzed.

The ride to the new club was slow, my former body was the driver, we hardly spoke. I had my first training session with the new boys. After the game I knew my former body as my new boot boy had a burning desire. So I offered him my filthy boots to clean.