The Card Game (body swap)
by zulator
I was so excited about my new SUV. I guess I was driving kind of erratically, so when I got back to my apartment I was floating on cloud nine instead of paying attention. I backed into the spot that had been designated for my apartment without even looking and, lo and behold, the manager of the complex had parked his lawn mower right there. I heard this big crash and it shocked me back to reality. I put the vehicle in park and jumped out to see what had happened. Although there was no real damage to my SUV, the lawn mower was trashed.
"Ah shit!" I shouted as I got back into the vehicle and pulled forward a bit so I could get the mower out from under the vehicle. "Shit, this thing is trashed," I said to myself. Mr. Benson is going to be pissed, I kept thinking as I pushed the pile of junk to one side and got back into my vehicle to finish parking.
As luck would have it, Mr. Benson was just coming out of his apartment and saw the damage to the mower and began to chew me out big time. "You stupid jock!" he shouted. "Look what you've done! The management company is going to be pissed!"
"I'm sorry," I shouted. "What was that thing doing in my parking space anyway?" I went on.
"It was the only space left with shade when I ran out of gas, but you should have been looking where you were going, you stupid kid. You didn't have to destroy it, asshole!"
I could see Mr. Benson was really livid about this, and it didn't seem like whatever I could say would make it right with him.
"I hope you have insurance!" he shouted, examining the damage.
"Well yeah, I do sir, but I have a $500 dollar deductible, and I am fucking broke!"
"Maybe you can sell your new vehicle to pay for it?" he said rather nastily. You better come into my apartment kid, and let's figure this out".
Ah shit, I thought to myself, it's the last thing I want is to go with him into his apartment. Mr. Benson was not the easiest man to deal with under normal circumstances, and the fact he has always had to come to my apartment to tell me to turn the music down did not give me a good track record with him.
"Is this going to take long?" I asked.
He turned to me with a really angry face and said, "As long as you make it, you stupid jock!"
I was getting tired of being referred to as the Stupid Jock all the time. Sure I had a great body and loved to work out, but I didn't like being classified as Stupid. I begrudgingly followed the old man into his apartment and decided I would grit my teeth to get through the shit he was going to put me through.
Once inside, he told me to take a seat at his kitchen table, and then began pacing, whispering to himself, shit, shit, shit. He occasionally would look over at me with his mean expression, and I really had thought he had finally flipped his lid. Then he stopped and said to me, "You know kid, everyone operates on a budget, and mine is spent for this quarter. I have no way to fix or replace that mower, and it's all because of you!"
"Listen," I said, "I told you I was sorry. It was an accident sir, and I would willing to pay you if I had the cash, but my budget is blown for this month too."
"Yeah, I can imagine, you worthless young jock. What do you have to spend your money on? Girls? Booze? Maybe condoms to satisfy you queer boyfriends?"
I stood up right then. "You have no right to insult me old man. For all I know you might be the biggest pervert on the block!"
Now he was fighting mad and came up to me, grabbing my tee shirt enough to pull it out of my pants and expose my ribbed stomach.
"You bastard young jock! You think you own this place with your music blaring all the time and your constant guests coming in and out at all hours, and now this! I should call the police right now and have you arrested for all the shit I have found on your balcony and in your trash!"
"What?" I screamed. "You've been spying on me? Checking my trash and sneaking around my apartment?"
Mr. Benson smiled then and pulled out a box of things he had collected. "Here look, you stupid jock, see what I have on you!"
I trembled as I looked at the box and its contents. There were pipes I used for smoking pot, syringes, used condoms, a bag of weed I misplaced outside and some assorted drugs I also had misplaced.
"So, what are you going to do, blackmail me you old fart?"
"Nah, that would be too easy. I was waiting for a time like this, so I could have my leverage with you!"
"Leverage? I should have you arrested for stealing and snooping on your tenants, you pervert!"
At that, Mr. Benson grabbed the telephone, and he looked like he was dialing the police.
"Hey wait, you asshole!" I certainly didn't want the police inspecting my apartment. I had drugs and things that would send me to jail for a long time, and I didn't want that! "Ok, Ok let's think about this," I shouted. "What do you want from me?"
Mr. Benson smiled and put down the phone and began to think, rubbing the stubble on his old face.
"How about a card game? If you win, you are off the hook, but if I win, well, I get to strip you naked one piece of clothing at a time."
I thought and thought, this can't be too bad. I am only wearing a tee shirt, jeans, socks, sneakers and boxer briefs--so who cares as long as I get out of paying for the damaged mower. Finally, I shook my head yes and prepared to play with the old man. "Ok, what is the card game old man?"
He thought for a minute and then said, "Ok, jock boy. It's high card draw!"
I smiled because I didn't give a crap about losing my clothes. I had more in my apartment, and maybe he was really perverted, and that's all he wanted anyway.
Mr. Benson was shuffling the deck, and we were seated across from each other as he began to deal out a card for each of us placed down.
"Ok jock boy, you ready to play?" he asked giggling.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, as he turned his card over to show a Ten of Diamonds. I confidently turned my card over and it was a Two of Spades. "Shit," I said, trying to make him think I was worried.
"Ok jock boy, take off your shirt. It's mine!"
So I pulled my sweaty tee off and handed it him, giving him a look of disgust. "Here, enjoy you pervert." And he sniffed it and seemed pleased. Then he dealt the next two cards, and it was my turn to turn over first, and it was a Jack of Diamonds. Then the old man turned his over and low and behold he had an Ace of Hearts. Now he was groping his crotch as he demanded my loose-fitting jeans.
"Ok," I shouted as I stood up and unbuttoned the jeans and stepped out of them, all the while he was staring at the budge in my boxer briefs. "Here, you freak," I said as I handed him my jeans. Again he was sniffing, this time the front and then the back of them and I knew for sure he was a pervert. "You like that don't you old man?" I said with a snicker.
"Hell yes. Pure youth essence in these things, you know?"
God, I didn't think he was going to stop sniffing them, then he started to lick the inside of the front of them, and I was getting hard when I knew I shouldn't be. Once he got enough of my jeans, he dealt out the next set of cards, and he turned over his and he was showing as Three of Diamonds, and I turned mine over and dam it if it didn't turn out to be a Two of Hearts.
"Fuck," I shouted acting all mad to give him the impression I was really pissed. He laughed and demanded my boxer briefs, but I told him outer gear first, and he begrudgingly then chose my Nikes. I slipped the off and handed them to him, and he was sniffing them out with a smile.
The next hand wasn't any better with him getting an Ace of Hearts and me a King of Clubs, and the socks came off, and he grabbed them from me sniffing them immediately, moaning like the pervert he was. I knew he was waiting for the best, my boxer briefs and he quickly dealt out the next two cards.
"Ok jock boy, turn over your card!" I flipped it over and I had a Queen of Clubs, then he flipped his over and that son of a bitch had the Ace of Clubs. "OK boy now the boxer briefs!"
I didn't stand up to slide them off, like I did my jeans, I wasn't going to give this creep a show, so I carefully took them off and then reached down to grab them off my feet and threw them at him. "There pervert you won the game, now I will be going." As he inhaled my boxer briefs, he grabbed my arm with a grip of steel and mumbled, "Not yet boy"!
I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me go, and he held me tight till he had licked every inch of my boxer briefs, making my cock go rock hard. "Jesus Christ, you old pervert! You got what you wanted now let me go. The game is over; you have all my clothes!"
With his free hand he took my boxer briefs and stuffed them into the front of his pants, making him look like he was sporting a huge bulge, then cleared his voice.
"It ain't over till I say it's over! There is still more of you yet to take!"
"What?" I shouted. "I told you: you have it all. What more can you take?"
The old man reached over and set a very old ornate vase on the table between us and said, "I think with the power I have in this old vase, I will continue to take what I want from you!"
"You're crazy old man! I don't have any clothes left, unless you're stupid enough to think you can steal parts of my skin and body?"
"That is exactly it, my stupid jock boy. I intend to take and take, unless of course you win and stop this!"
Before I could speak again, he had dealt out two more cards and turned over his, a Five of Hearts. I began to sweat and wonder if I was ever going to get out of his apartment. The police was looking better and better to me, this guy had to be out of his mind. I kept staring at my uncovered card, wondering what was under it and what would really happen if I lost again.
"Turn it over jock boy!" he shouted.
I lifted the corner of the card and at first I thought I had won, but no way--it was a Four of Clubs.
"Ok, enough of this shit! I am going whether you like it or not old man."
"Not so fast," he said as he grabbed the vase and demanded that he have my young cock and balls in exchange for his. As he said the words, my cock went completely soft and shrunk, and my hanging balls pulled up into the skin around my soft cock and my pubes turned from brown to gray.
"Holy fuck you bastard!" As I ranted and raved, he was unzipping his pants to let out the seven-inch rock-hard cock and peach-sized ball sacs he now had, laughing as he stroked it and felt his new youthful equipment.
"Oh yeah. This is the best of all," he moaned as pre-cum began leaking to the floor. My face was red now with stress and shock as he took a break and dealt two more cards, this time turning mine over for me, 'cause he knew I wasn't about to.
"Ah, you got a Jack of Clubs jock boy, then unturned his and again he beat me with a King of Spades. I looked at him with tears in my eyes as he grasped the vase and made his next wish. "I want that nicely-toned upper torso now in exchange for mine, and as he said it my upper body shook violently and my hard chest, stomach and muscled shoulders and arms were gone and replaced with an old hairy soft upper body and a big soft gut. My chest was full of gray hair and soft pointed breasts. I was in tears as he tore off his shit to reveal my youthful hard upper body and flat ribbed stomach.
"NO, NO, NO!" I shouted. "That fucking mower is not worth my body, you bastard." But the old man just fondled his tight hard pectorals and small nipples.
Two more cards flew onto the table so fast that mine flipped over by it self and showed a Two of Diamonds, and he grinned as he uncovered his Seven of Spades. Again, he grasped the vase and demanded my lower body, tight bubble butt and muscular legs and again his wish came true as my ass and waist swelled, and my legs got soft and old. All that was left was our heads, and he just dealt the last two cards face up, me getting a Nine of Diamonds and him getting a Ten of Hearts. He grasped the vase and asked for my youthful head and face and in seconds it was gone, and I was him completely now.
"Now we're done, stupid jock boy, oops, I mean old pervert!" he said laughing out loud. He got on my clothes and threw me his and proceeded to leave the apartment.
"Hey!" I shouted. "What the fuck? You can't leave me this way asshole. I want my body back!" My voice was old now, and my body was out of shape, I wanted to jump the thief, but he gave me a punch in my gut that sent me to the floor wailing.
"You should tighten that stomach old man," he giggled as he lifted his shirt to remind me of what I had just lost.
"No!" I shouted "one more hand please!"
"What? One more hand? What do you have left to give me?"
I thought for a second, then said, "My youthful mind and desires?"
"Hmm," he pondered for a second. "And what if you win?"
"I get everything back, Ok?"
"You're such a fool," he said as he dealt the two cards. "Ok, former jock boy, turn yours over, and I reached up and turned the card over to reveal a Queen of Diamonds. I got a sudden rush of hope seeing the Queen, then he turned his over only to reveal his King. He went for the vase, and I was begging him to reconsider. If he got his wish I would be him both mind and body, and I would be lost to him forever.
"You lost, you stupid kid," he said with a smirk and made his final wish to have my mind for his.
I fell to the ground as his mind flooded my head, and my mind flooded his and for a moment there was total confusion. I was on the floor nude, old and wondering what the fuck had happened and he was just as confused standing there looking at me. I stumbled to stand up, knocking the table and making the vase roll off and hit the ground, smashing into a hundred pieces.
He was laughing now seeing me nude, holding his tight stomach as he saw what and old out of shape man looked like with no clothes on.
"You wanted to make deal with me you pervert?" he said. "Maybe I should call the police on you," he shouted as he grabbed the box of paraphernalia and walked towards the door.
***
"Bastard young jock!" he shouted. "I may not have anything on you anymore, but just watch your back stud!"
I opened the door and looked back at him saying, "You pathetic old man, did you think I was going to have sex with you or something? Put on your clothes before I do call the police!" With that I left his apartment and headed over to mine.
Whew! That went easier than I thought, I said to myself as I entered my apartment and threw the box on the table. What was that old man thinking he could bribe me with this shit for sex and then forget about the damage to the mower?