Swapping Revenge (mm hypno ws)

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Part One

It's all gone horribly wrong!!

As you may be aware, I played a trick on a work mate last year where I persuaded him and a member of the audience at a show I was doing that they had swapped souls. The idea was that they felt as if their life was totally new, but they could only access the experiences and memories of the new body that they inhabited. I also made John extremely submissive and obedient to Dave for a laugh, not realising quite what a sadistic bastard Dave was, or the extent of his perversions.

The original idea was to let them play for a while and then remove the hypnotic conditioning leaving them to return to their old habits a little wiser and more experienced. Unfortunately, Before I could complete the process, there was a terrible accident and I was knocked unconscious and left hospitalised for a fortnight. By the time I was fit enough to leave, John and Dave had both vanished. What limited information I could find was that John and Dave had both vanished. John had gone off somewhere with Dave and had made some radical alterations to his appearance. It looked like Dave was trying to remake John in his own image.

After my monumental fuck up I swore off hypnosis and concentrated on my work. I was doing quite well and had just been promoted. I started going to conferences round the country, and about 18 months after my accident I was sent to Leeds for a few days. I decided to go on the Friday so I could cruise round the gay bars at the weekend and recover on the Monday, before attending the conference that started on Tuesday.

I had been given a list of gay pubs and clubs, and plumped for something a bit sleazy. I pulled on my leather jeans, leather waistcoat and high boots and hit the scene. I looked quite buff in a young twink sort of way. I shaved my blonde body hair and kept my face stubbly. I looked rough but sexy at the same time. Sort of like a GQ model if I do say so myself.

The club was your typical sleazy leather bar, the sort where you wipe your feet on the way out. It wasn't that busy when I got there, and the barman was obviously chatting me up as he served my beer. He was cute enough I suppose, but I don't really like piercings and the thick septum ring in his nose was a bit of a turn off. I finished my drink, and was just about to leave for somewhere a little less heavy when suddenly THEY walked in. John and Dave. And that was when my world came crashing down.


Part Two

It was terrible, worse than my worst nightmare. I recognised Dave immediately, but it took a second or two to realise that the man stood next to him was John. They were almost identical in every way. They both had shaved heads with tattoos running down the sides onto their necks. They had identical piercings:- septum, eyebrow, nose bridge, ears, lip and tongue. Both of them had thick beards, but Johns was longer than Dave’s. Dave obviously trimmed his short, but Johns looked like it never saw a pair of scissors. They were both wearing full leathers from head to toe. Muir caps, leather shirts and ties, leather gloves, Sam Browne belts, leather jeans and high polished boots. John had put on a lot of weight and was almost as fat as Dave. They were both smoking and seemed to smoke in exactly the same way.

I stood there in shock and as they approached the bar to get a drink they spotted me. Dave’s face lit up at the sight of me and he grabbed me round the shoulders and gave me a big bear hug. John got the drinks and at a nod from Dave bought one for me.

"Fuck me, mate, long time no see! What you doing here?"

"Hey Dave, I'm up for a conference next week so I thought I'd check out some of the local clubs. Is that John with you?"

"Yeah man, and call me Bruiser. Everyone else does. And its not John any more, I renamed him Spud. Spud Bruisersboy." he grabbed John...err Spud.. round the waist and pulled him close. " Aint that right, fucker?"

" Fucking right Boss. John don't fucking live here no more, I'm Spud now. Got it all changed legal, like just after me and Bruiser hooked up."

"Um that’s nice. So what you up to now?"

"Oh I got Spud all pierced and tatted and he works as my fucking labourer now. He found it tough at first after all that pussy work in that office, but he picked it up with my encouragement. Mind you, he still fucks up now and again on purpose just so I have to punish him. He thinks I don't love him if I don't give him a good beating now and again."

"So you are both happy, anyway?"

"Too fucking right mate. I'm much happier being Bruiser, and I know Spud is happy now he is almost back to the way he was before you fucked us both over."

I looked up at that statement, and was surprised to see Bruiser frowning. He had gone from being affable and friendly to confrontational and aggressive in the space of a second.

"What the fuck gives you the right to fuck two peoples lives up like you did man? We didn't ask for this swap and you just left us to it. The fact that I'm happy with the way things have gone makes no fucking difference. You still did it."

"But I can make it better," I replied. "I can make it as it was before if you......"

Bruiser grabbed me round the throat and cut me off mid sentence.

"I don't fucking think so mate. Neither of us can be hypnotised again. I took steps once I realised that anyone with a shiny watch could make me go back to what I was. I've fucked Spud up good and proper, and he is now an obedient little sod which I like. I don't want to swap to what I've turned him into."

I felt Bruisers hand tightening round my throat and could hardly breath, never mind speak. He obviously still thought the swap was real and had got some sort of conditioning to stop anyone else hypnotising him. I managed to get some breath and forced out "Okay, I'm really sorry."

Bruiser released me and I rubbed my throat. "I only meant for it to be for an hour or two, not for life man." I said.

"Well its done now, and to be honest I couldn't ask for a better slave than Spud, anyway. I was able to mould him to my exact specifications and he is as much like me now as I can make him, while still being the filthy pig slave I've always wanted."

I looked at Spud and he nodded. "I am happy mate." he said. "I am with the most amazing bloke and can't get enough of him. He is fucking awesome!".

I contemplated the situation and realised that I couldn't do anything to change it. If I did make them both as they were before it wouldn't make any difference. Bruiser would lose the love of his life and Spud wouldn't be able to go back to his old life looking the way he did now. What was done was done, and it was time to move on. I felt like a chapter of my life had come to a close. It wasn't the fairy tale ending, but it was an ending. I could move on with my life. Boy was I wrong........


Part Three

I had another couple of beers with Bruiser and Spud just chatting away, and I started to feel really drunk. The room was spinning and I couldn't help slurring my words and stumbling. Bruiser looked concerned, and he and Spud got me outside into the fresh air. I remember Bruiser sending Spud back inside to get all our coats and then everything went dark.

I woke up with a thumping headache. I don't drink that often, but it still doesn't normally affect me that badly. I looked round the room I was in and saw what looked like something from a horror film. In pride of place in the center was a large sling with a shackle at each corner and in the corner of the room was a shower base. The walls were decorated with camouflage material and netting, and on shelves and hooks were a wide variety of whips, chains and sex toys.

I was lying on a thin pallet on the floor, naked except for a thin blanket. I tried to stand up, but couldn't get higher than my hands and knees. I saw a steel bowl of water near me and started to drink. I slurped it all down and chased the last few drops round with my tongue. My hands didn't want to hold the bowl so I ended up chasing it round the floor.

I suddenly needed to piss really badly and went to the shower base. There was a drain in the middle of it, but try as I might, I couldn't release the flow of urine. Then I heard a door opening behind me and I saw Bruiser walking into the room. He looked like he had come from work as he was wearing dirty jeans tucked into filthy rigger boots, ripped tee shirt and hi viz waistcoat.

"Morning puppy" he said to me.

"Woof!!" What the fuck? I was trying to talk and demand an explanation and all I get is woof?

I tried again. "Woof woof, whine whine woof!"

"Ah I see you have found one of the other bits of conditioning I've put in place." he said. "I think you found the first few, but just to show what I mean, go piss boy".

At this point I suddenly found my cock in full flow, and the feeling of relief as my bladder emptied was unbelievable.

"I suppose you are wondering what’s happening to you?" said Bruiser looming over me as the flow of piss slowed to a trickle and stopped. "After you did what you did last year, I did some research and learnt a few tricks. There are chemicals available on the internet that make people open to suggestion if administered while the conscious mind is occupied. I simply slipped something into your drink the other night and then when I got you home did the rest. How did I get the opportunity, you wonder? Well I had intended to hunt you down at some point to get my revenge, but when I saw in the local paper that your company was hosting a conference here in Leeds it was easy enough to check whether you were going. You know the e-mails you've been swapping with Leedsguy? That’s a mate of mine. He was the one who recommended the club you went to and that’s how we knew you were going to be there. After that it was easy."

Bruiser grabbed me by the hair and snarled into my face. "You obey me now boy, even though you might not want to. Puppy training was just the beginning. Open your mouth" he said as he pulled his long fat pierced cock out of his jeans "and don't spill a fucking drop."

I fell on the cock with mounting desire. I wanted to suck but for some reason I just held it in my mouth as I felt his belly tense, then a stream of acrid piss filled my mouth. It tasted foul, but I swallowed it all down like a thirsty man in a desert. I could smell the stale sweat in his crotch and felt sick, then wanted to gag as the piss flow slowed and his cock grew bigger and bigger in my mouth. I could feel my mouth stretching as it got thicker, then the ring in the end started to crawl down my throat as it got longer. He held the back of my head and started to thrust violently in and out. I managed to grab a breath when he pulled out and though I felt like I wanted to choke I managed to stop somehow. What was even worse somehow was my own cock was as hard as a rock at this brutal treatment. I have always been attracted to pretty leather boys, not fat ugly leather brutes and have never enjoyed the rough side of sex, but I was getting off on this treatment big time.

I felt Bruiser tensing up and suddenly he shot load after load of hot, thick spunk into my mouth. I swallowed frantically whilst at the same time shot my own load all over Bruisers heavy filthy work boots. Bruiser pulled out of my mouth with a plop and looked down. All he did was lift his boot towards me and I immediately fell on it, licking my spunk off it and filling my mouth with grit and unidentifiable filth.

I sat back on my heels and looked at Bruiser with my mouth open and grime encrusted tongue hanging out. "Good boy" he said and I felt a warm glow of adoration as he rubbed the top of my head. Bruiser walked over to the bowl on the floor and filled it back up with water. I crawled over to it and drank the contents, washing the shit out of my mouth.

"Now boy, I have plans for you. Whilst you were out I got you to write a letter of resignation from your job, I organised the sale of everything you own and now your conditioning is complete I can organise the rest of your life. Go to sleep now, and when you wake up you will be literally a new man" and with that, he turned off the light and left the room. I crawled to the pallet and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

Part Four

Bruiser here. I got the puppy to write down his story before I finished him off. He isn't in any fit state to write anything now, even writing his own name is too much of a challenge for him. He has trouble signing an X on official forms.

When I was first swapped into this body it was like I had been reborn. I thought Spud was a bit wimpy, and was glad I wasn't inhabiting his body any more. I quickly realised I had a major fetish for transformation as well as brutal man on man sex. Spud was proving to be very malleable and obedient, and even though he didn't want to do things he had no choice but to obey me. I realised it was part of the hypnotic conditioning he had received and started to wonder what commands I had been given. Spud quickly adapted to being my slave, and it appealed to the sadistic side of my nature to force him to do things that deep down he hated. I made him learn to smoke and drink like me, but I left the feelings of dislike. To the outside world it looked like he enjoyed them as much as I did, but inside he still hated them. It didn't matter to me, as long as he did it. Every time he lit up a fag or swigged his pint with a sigh of pleasure it made me horny on several levels. The main one being that I love fucking smoking pissheads, but also the fact that he only did it because I told him to.

I didn't care about his feelings, I just altered him in every way I could. I made him look as much like me as I could, but I decided early on that he wasn't ever going to cut or shave his beard. I've always been attracted to the fat greasy biker look so that’s what I decided he was going to be. I made him pass his motorbike test then got him to join a local bikers gang with a very evil reputation. Some of the things he had to do to gain full membership shocked even me, and he has gained a reputation as a bad bloke to fuck with. He is a very popular member as he is always willing to service any pissed up biker who wants his cock sucked, no matter how foul the biker in question is. Some of the ones too rough or nasty to get a regular bird enjoy his arse, and spud makes sure they know how much he enjoys their attentions.

After a few months I started to look at different forms of mind control. I didn't want anyone coming along and undoing my work. I had felt a bit resentful about being manipulated and was determined that if I ever came across the fucker that swapped us he would pay for it. I eventually came across several methods and after a treatment for me and Spud I was sure we were both stuck as we are now.

As you read above, I managed to get hold of puppy purely by accident. It all fell into place a lot more easily than I thought it would. Using a combination of drugs and hypnosis I rewrote his mind. Inside he thinks he is still the same person he always was, but can't break out of his conditioning. He actually wants to be controlled now and secretly enjoys it.

So what’s happened to him now, you ask? Well he's had an eventful couple of years. After a few months of being a puppy slave I got bored with him. Spud was taking up most of my time with his upcoming court case for assault, so I gave him back his ability to talk and walk upright. He had gained a lot of weight and was nice and chubby in a soft way. I had his nipples, cock, eyebrow, lip, septum and tongue pierced. I also had his left ear pierced all the way from lobe to top. I made him come on the building site with us to toughen him up, but took away his ability to read and write. I also hooked him up with one of the dumber labourers, Bob, and made him copy the way Bob walked and talked. Bob took a shine to him and started calling him Fish as he was as white as a fish belly. It wasn't long before Fish was servicing Bobs cock at every opportunity, so I let him move out of my place and in with Bob.

Bob wasn't well known for his personal hygiene and usually wore his work clothes all the time, even when he wasn't working. He had a huge fat belly that wobbled when he walked, but I knew for a fact that his cock was enormous, even bigger than mine. I'd lent Spud to him one day and saw how hard Spud found it to get the enormous beast into his mouth. Spud was complaining afterwards about how rank it tasted, since Bob didn't bother bathing that often. His teeth were rotten and broken from neglect, and he didn't bother with shaving and haircuts. Once a week he ran a pair of clippers over his face and head to keep himself tidy. He loved his tattoos and was covered with them. There was no design to them, just what he fancied at the time.

Fish of course was obliged to treat Bob like a hero, and be submissive to his suggestions. He had to live the same lifestyle as Bob so quickly became as rank and smelly. He ate and drank the same things as Bob so piled on the pounds while at the same time, Bob took him to the tattooists every week and picked a design to go on Fishes body. I particularly liked the spiders web he had put onto Fishes face.

Fish now follows Bob around like a puppy, looking, sounding and acting just like him. It turns out Bob has a pipe smoking fetish so Fish is rarely seen without a pipe in his mouth and a thick cloud of smoke round his head.

I occasionally allow the real personality out for an airing, and he constantly begs me to release him. He screams how horrible his life is and how disgusting he finds his life with Bob. He looks with horror at the tattoos on his hands, the big fat belly poking out over his rancid jeans, the strong rank smell of stale sweat and old piss, and starts sobbing. He puts his head in his hands and feels the broken nose where Bob punched him one night when he was pissed, and runs his tongue round the black stumps in his mouth. Bob can be vicious when he's had a drink and takes it out on his boy. As far as Bob is concerned, his boy is a tough cunt who loves it rough. The rougher the better in fact. I look at the piece of human shit in front of me and take pity on him. Not a lot, you understand, but a little. Putting him under for the last time, I give him his final orders.

"From this moment forward, you don't have any knowledge of your old life. The person you are now is the person you have always been. You love Bob with every fibre of your being and you can't think of anyone you would rather spend your life with. The life you now lead is the life you have always wanted to lead. You are a thick illiterate unskilled manual worker with an awesome boyfriend who is everything you have ever wanted in a man." I woke him up and looked at the dull cow eyed thick fucker in front of me.

"Get out of here you dumb cunt, don't you have any work to do?"

"Sorry boss. Was getting a drink"

"Well fuck off somewhere else, you ugly fat smelly bastard!"

"Yes boss" he said as he shuffled out of my office.

I smiled as he went to bob and gave him a big kiss with tongues and Bob squeezed his arse. I said I felt pity for him, I didn't say I was going to do anything nice. I have my revenge, and I have my slave Spud. Life’s fucking awesome!!