Hitting Shuffle (Patreon)

Logan never thought he’d see the day but he was honestly sick and tired of being single. He didn’t struggle to get laid but actually convincing a girl to stick around long enough to actually go on a date with him was seemingly impossible. He was a damn good looking guy, gorgeous really, but girls only ever seemed to want to “hit it and quit it” with him for reasons he couldn’t ascertain. The most explanation he’d ever gotten for why he wasn’t a suitable boyfriend was that he was supposedly “a little too dull”. That was ridiculous though: he was rich, had a great body and was a regular feature on underwear modelling campaign advertisements. How could those three factors add up to him being ‘too dull’? As if he needed any more reason to believe that women were insane! 

It wasn’t uncommon for Logan to complain about his dating issues while he was working and his regular photographer Craig was always good ear. Craig was in his fifties, had been unsuccessfully married twice and was notably big-bellied. He often didn’t have much of value to contribute to their conversations (at least Logan didn’t think so) but when he did he spoke in a deep gravelly voice that had been damaged by heavy smoking for the better part of thirty years. This time though, his suggestion that Logan try his hand at online dating wasn’t all that terrible and the model prompted the photographer to explain further as he continued posing in front of the white screen, posing with one leg pushed out to the side in such a manner that the white Calvin Klein briefs he was modelling showed off his proud bulge as well as his strong quads.

“There’s this fancy new app ah’ve bin playin’ with,” Craig grumbled in his usual under-educated drawl. “Called Matchmaker. Ya put in what ya lookin’ for or there’s this blind date function thing. Ya hit shuffle and bam, ya get a match.” He paused for a moment to allow Logan to slightly shift his pose and began snapping the next batch of photos, all of which had an emphasis on Logan’s perky ass. “Fella like you will be gettin’ all the attention ‘e could want!”

“What makes it any better than the thousand other dating apps out there?” Logan inquired, throwing a curious glance at Craig. The older man hardly seemed like the authority on love he should be listening to but what else did he have to try? He was doing a terrible job meeting chicks through his modelling career and getting set up by friends. Maybe trying a blind date shuffle could score him an actual girlfriend! 

“They say their thing is ‘exclusivity’ and profilin’. Real strict on makin’ ya prove ya are who ya say ya are. None o’ that catfishin’ nonsense,” Craig huffed with a stern shake of his head. “Ah’m just tryin’ ta be a good friend. Ya need a referral code to sign up and ah’ve got one for ya if ya want it.” Logan considered it for a moment before accepting. “There’s a good lad. Let’s get these last few shots and ah’ll set ya up.”

Once Craig had captured all the necessary photos and confirmed they were done for the day, Logan handed over his cell phone so the older man could get him started on the app while he got dressed back into his clothes. He winced as the older man wheezed all over his phone with that disgusting hack of a cough but knew there was little he could do except wipe it down later. Besides, Craig was doing him a favour so he figured he probably shouldn’t be too harsh towards the other even if he certainly wasn’t the kind of company Logan would ever actively choose to share.

“Here boy, the app needs a video of ya,” Craig barked as the model returned fully-dressed. “Jus’ confirm ya name, birthday an’ say these exact words: Ah’m lookin’ for my perfect match.” Without giving him a moment to think about it, the photographer raised the cell phone and began recording.

Although it was a strange request, Logan complied with the instruction. “I’m looking for my perfect match,” he confirmed in noticeably more clipped tones than Craig had used. He even finished the video with a wink and raise of his shirt to show off his six-pack abs - if that didn’t get the girls interested then he really didn’t know what would! Craig merely chuckled and began tapping away at the phone again. After another few minutes he finally extended his hand and allowed the model to take it back. Logan inspected the profile his photographer had set up for him and was impressed by just how detailed the other had managed to make it. “Have you been stalking me, Craig?” he asked teasingly, earning himself a smack around the back of the head from the older man in response. “I mean thank you.”

“Ya damn welcome, now get outta here an’ stop crowdin’ up my space,” the other grunted back, already turning his back on him to start packing away his lighting equipment. Even though he didn’t much like being told what to do, Logan consented and made his way out of the building and down into the parking garage where he had parked the lightning blue sports car his parents had bought him for his twenty-first birthday. Even though it was only a couple years old Logan was still considering purchasing himself a newer model. He got bored of his toys pretty quickly.

As he settled into the driver’s seat he pulled his cell phone back out of his pocket and loaded the Matchmaker app back up. The home menu had a whole range of search options - gender, location, age, hair colour, eye colour, even income level - but there was a small icon showing a pair of dice at the bottom of the screen that was labelled ‘SHUFFLE’. Remembering what Craig had told him, Logan figured it was as good a place as any to start and if other dating apps were anything to go by he’d at least be able to dismiss the profile should the girl not fit his expectations. No harm done!

Pressing the ‘SHUFFLE’ button brought Logan to a loading page consisting of several small dots spinning in a circle and a message underneath proclaiming “Finding your perfect shuffle match!” Thankfully that screen was only visible for several seconds, as Logan grew impatient quickly, before being replaced by a large tick and a new message: “Found your match! Get prepared to meet them!” Meeting them already? That’s--

Logan didn’t even get the chance to finish his thought as an unseen force sent his lurching forward right into his cell phone. There were several moments of complete weightlessness where the world was nothing but a blur before his journey came to a stop with the suddenness of colliding with a stone wall. His whole body ached for several moments and he screwed his eyes tightly shut to combat the throbbing in his head. Finally things began to settle but Logan couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off. Was that smoke he could smell?

The sight that greeted him as he opened his eyes certainly wasn’t the driver’s seat of his luxurious ride. Instead he was sat in a dark bedroom with a video of two men fucking like rabbits playing on the television screen across from him. His initial impulse was to be disgusted by the sight but his body seemed to be in disagreement as his cock throbbed to an almost painful degree in his pants. Logan attempted to rearrange himself, only to make another discovery: he was dressed head to toe in leather! Not only that but his body seemed to be packing far more bulk than he was expecting. Even his fingers in the black leather gloves appeared to be thicker than the slender digits he was used to!

Huffing in distress caused the hairs on his upper lip to tickle and that was the tipping point to get Logan on his feet in an instant, plodding around the unfamiliar room with heavy footsteps until he finally located a mirror. The face looking back at him wore the surprise he felt but it was round and soft with stubble lining the lower part of his face and a thick moustache sat on his upper lip. His large body looked like it was about to cause the leathers of his jacket and pants to burst open and his fat cock was causing quite the mountain to erect at his crotch. Even as he stared he couldn’t help but grope at the length - shorter than he was used to, he noted - and the contact sent a rush of excitement flooding through his body.

Focus, Logan, focus! It was clear now that he’d been totally misled: Matchmakers wasn’t a dating app, it was a damn body-exchange app! For once in his life Logan’s ego was spot on the money when he realised that his body would be prime real estate on such a marketplace and if he didn’t get back to it as soon as possible then he would be in serious trouble!

Finding the cell phone that belonged to the man whose body he had been moved into, Logan thanked the heavens for facial recognition sign-in and quickly navigated to the Matchmakers app. Typing his name into the search bar, relief flushed through him as his profile appeared right at the top of the list. Clicking into it, he was momentarily stunned by a section of text he had somehow missed before that read “Looking for: GAY, LEATHER, DADDY.” A shiver made from both disgust and excitement rippled through the young model as he realised the extent of how badly Craig had played him. Thankfully all his problems could be solved by pressing the “Claim Match!” button.

Upon hitting it though, he was met by another notification: “Sorry, this identity has already been claimed by Craig Halfpenny. Better luck finding your perfect match next time!” The message might as well have been a physical strike right to Logan’s face. That asshole had not only tricked him out of his body but had slipped right into his spot the moment he’d left it! 

With little else to do, Logan navigated to the user profile he was logged into and scanned through the details of the man whose body he had found himself unexpectedly thrust into: Jon Morton, 48, 300lbs; Leather daddy seeking horny twinks; Cigar smoker. Each word sent a shiver through Logan as he began to understand that all of those things were now describing him. His feet had carried him back to the bedroom where the two pornstars were still going at it on the television screen and for the first time in his life Logan was actually turned on by watching gay porn. His revulsion was quickly giving way to fascination and it wasn’t long before his cock was released from its leather constrictions and he was actively using the bottle of lube on the bedside table to begin stroking himself, getting off to the high-pitched squeals of the twink on the screen getting dominated by an older man that he was already picturing himself as. 

The more into his new identity that he felt, the more prepared Logan was to let his former life and his desperate hunt for a girlfriend go. Why would he want to be a pretty boy model when he could be a big strong daddy with a whole wardrobe of leather garments? Why would he want some prudish chick with her constant mood-swings when he could have an ongoing stream of twinks who would follow his every command? He knew now that being a total dominant daddy like Jon Morton was a much better opportunity for him to get the happiness he was looking for and as soon as he had hit his load and covered his leather jacket in his load, he reached for his cell phone again and signed out of the app. Nobody was going to be taking his perfect match from him any time soon!