Taking Dustin's Pics (Patreon)

There were arguably few people on Instagram who could boast as many hot pics on their profile than Dustin McNeer’s, the model-turned-bodybuilder who had rocketed to fame on America’s Next Top Model. Since then he had changed his demeanor quite a bit, getting a number of tattoos including decoration on his pecs, and bulking up a considering amount. He was hardly recognizable from that polite boy next door type that had appeared on the show and had indeed alienated many of the friends he had made those years ago, including Nyle Dimarco who he had shared a noted friendship with.

The success he had enjoyed since being on the show had gotten to Dustin’s head, birthing an ego that was almost legendary in status. Everybody in his local gym knew his name and the lavish lifestyle he lived - a different buxom blonde in his bed every night and wild parties that were almost always shut down by the police for disruption on a weekly basis. Dustin knew that there wasn’t a single guy at his gym that wasn’t jealous of him and why wouldn’t there be? He was living the blessed life and it had all come so easily to him thanks to his good genes and the money he spent on one of the very best personal trainers available. Who needed talent and intelligence to get ahead anyway?

It was not unknown to Dustin that he had a rather large gay fanbase who seemed to feed off his cocky alpha personality and shower him with praise, even if he laughed at how pathetic they could be, begging to worship his feet or armpits. Truthfully he had no intentions of ever letting another guy touch his body in any sexual fashion - it disgusted him even - but leading them on was both entertaining and sometimes even profitable. It didn’t take much to convince the desperate gay men of the world to send him money in exchange for dick pics or flexing videos and that money was helping support his high-intensity partying lifestyle.

Some guys didn’t just stop at requesting pictures of his hot body though as one or two even paid him for training sessions with him in the gym despite his lack of any qualifications that would make him a good choice as a trainer. Still, who was he to turn down money when it was being so willingly offered to him? It wasn’t as if he did any actual training - he mostly used the other guys, all of whom were shrimpy and inferior in comparison to him, to take his pics that he could then upload to his Instagram profile and further lure in even more potential sources of income. They at the very least got to ogle his muscular body as he ‘trained them’ and that seemed to be enough for them, even if they were making no notable progress themselves.

Dustin believed Jack to be one such individual - after all he was just as diminutive as all of the other guys who had fallen into the trap of believing that training with a stud like him would grant them a gorgeous body of their own - but time would soon reveal that he couldn’t be further from the truth. Jack wasn’t submissive like the others who had come before him. He had approached Dustin with a game-plan and the model-turned-bodybuilder played directly into his hands without ever even noticing. It wasn’t as if he believed that anybody could possibly outsmart him when he’d made such a living on manipulating weak-willed men. There was nothing to make him believe that Jack would be any different, not until it was too late.

While Jack most certainly appreciated the beautiful male form of Dustin and used his personal training sessions as a method with which to get close to him, it wasn’t simply so he could admire the other’s muscular body and rub shoulders with a notable influencer. All he needed was the opportunity to shake the other’s hand and in doing so he triggered a spell that he had been crafting for months - one that sucked his soul out of his own body and deposited him straight into Dustin’s as the same happened in reverse. It was all over within five seconds and Jack wrenched his hand free of the other’s grip, admiring the tattoo that now decorated the back of his palm.

The sudden turn of events horrified Dustin who desperately begged to return to his body and was only met by mocking laughter. He openly wept and fell down to his knees but no amount of pleading was able to get through to Jack who began to flex and pose, showing off the reward of a rare victory over the privileged young man. The other’s begging was music to his ears and inspired a wave of ideas that soon began to populate his mind. He’d heard countless stories of the way that Dustin treated his fans and belittled them on a daily basis - now he had the perfect position to do the same to him in return.

Some weeks later Jack had settled well into Dustin’s body and life, playing the cocky party-boy attitude so well that none of his friends even seemed to notice a difference. Dustin meanwhile was still tormented by what had happened to him and had taken to following his old body around like a sad lost puppy, only to be laughed at by the beautiful people he had once called friends. It was clear that he didn’t belong among them anymore, with his slender frame and spot-marked skin, so far away from the tanned and tatted adonis he had been.

There was perhaps nothing more humiliating for Dustin though than how he was treated in the gym. He was now the one taking photos of his body to post on his Instagram, all from the perspective of an outsider while Jack bossed him around. He would be reprimanded for not getting the right light or framing, sometimes even earning a slap across the face for particularly offending ‘crimes’. The torment continued in the locker room too as he was encouraged to worship the sweaty body that had once belonged to him, even kissing his own feet, all for the prospect of one day returning to his rightful body. Jack kept the idea hanging over his head, a tantalizing tease that was always just out of reach.

The cherry on top of the whole ordeal was that the new Jack was even having to pay for his training sessions with the other man, despite the fact that they only existed as a chance for the new Dustin to show off everything he had stolen from him. Wasn’t it bad enough that he had to have the other’s unimpressive body, do his unfulfilling work and worship another man’s body? Did he have to be so blindly robbed by him too? 

Dustin honestly couldn’t think of anything he’d ever done to deserve such punishment.