Narcissism, much?

I have this weird client that I had the pleasure of meeting three months ago. We found each other through a long list of associates. He was looking for a tall and skinny guy with attractive features, which was what I looked like. As for me, I am searching for a wealthy individual that would regularly avail my sexual services. My past clients have been a problem, and searching for a perfect one seemed impossible. That was until I met Gerard, the trust fund baby of a minor oil magnate. I’ve read multiple accounts online about how narcissistic wealthy people can be. They said it’s a prerequisite, while others say it’s the product of the money. I don’t know the origins, but I am sure I saw Narcissus reborn when I met Gerard.

Wouldn’t you believe it? Gerard’s first words when we met were about his appearance. He asked me if he was quite the catch I was looking for. It seemed he already knew about my endeavors, but those first words weirded me out. And to answer his question, I was only in it for the money. I prefer my clients to be beefy and burly. The only reason why we’re talking now is that I am desperate. I kept my answer unsaid and just gave him a pleasant smile. After a small talk about who he was and why he was loaded with money, we drove in his expensive Sedan to an enormous seaside villa. Of course, he boasted about how they could’ve gone to his other mansion if his father didn’t bar him from using the helicopter. It was his punishment after thoroughly trashing their vacation home in Nauru.

Surprisingly, the villa lay empty except for the driver who drove us. He disappeared quickly, though. That left me with Gerard, who was already undressing his clothes. I followed his steps, and he led me to a bedroom with a strange device on top. The closer I was, the more I realized what it was. It’s the new SoulSwapper™ helmet which was the latest craze online. At first, I didn’t believe it because it sounded like pseudoscience. One press of a button, and you swapped bodies with the guy wearing the other helmet? That’s just laughable. It’s expensive too, which only serves the fact that it was a grifting scam. Although, it’s pocket change for the likes of Gerard. Such was the privilege of someone with money.

Gerard wore one helmet, and without instruction, I wore the other. Gerard would soon push a button, and I expected it all to crumble into a scam. Just because you’re rich, it doesn’t mean you’re smart. One button to end his delusions. But that button knocked me out instead.

I woke up with the weirdest headache. It doesn’t feel painful, but it sure is uncomfortable. Like my head was being compressed by a machine. I looked around and realized that I was tied down to a chair. My body seemed different. I now have a large and familiar tattoo on my shoulders. My dick was large and throbbing, and a glowing ring was attached to the base. The ring was wrapped tightly on the shaft of my dick, which caused my balls to engorge into pink cherries. Wait- This wasn’t my dick! It’s far too large and straight. My dick has a nice curvature to it. Not only that, this wasn’t my body. What the fuck!?

"WTF! This isn't my dick! And what's this ring attached to it?"

I heard a voice in front of me. When I looked, I saw my own body looking back at me. It has a sly smile on its face, and it’s a smile that I would never make in my life. Slowly, I realized who it was. It’s Gerard! The device must have worked for this to happen.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” Gerard said in my voice. It’s disorienting to see my body move without my volition, let alone hear my voice. It’s like that feeling when you hear your voice from a recording. It’s a weird and embarrassing sensation that claws from your gut.

My eyes darted to him and back to my body. With the cause of our body swap pinned down, I moved to other pressing questions. “Why am I tied up?” I asked in his raspy voice. It would take a while to get used to the foreign vibrations in my throat when I talk.

“I don’t want you to wriggle when I worship my body,” Gerard said with narrow and sly eyes. He made an even thinner smile as he grabbed the shaft of my dick. Slowly, he jerked it up and down. I immediately felt the rush of pleasure when his nimble fingers grabbed my dick. His movements were slow and tender. His every meaningful move milked pleasured sounds from my lips. I soon realized I realized those were my techniques! I can’t fucking believe it. He was using my techniques against me! Gerard pressed his lips on my ear and began to nibble it with lust I had never seen before. He ravished my skin and left pockmarks in his wake. His keen focus on jerking my dick was paramount while Gerard dragged his mouth downstream. He left a trail of saliva on my neck and suckled on my pink nipples.

“I- ah! I’m fucking close,” I said to him. My body was a flaming mess. My heart was beating so hard and fast I could hear it.

“No, you’re not,” Gerard tapped the glowing ring on my shaft. The closer I was to my climax, the brighter it was. When I did reach my limits, it glowed red from blue. No cum came out, and the rush remained on every inch of my body. My hot and searing cum was trying to claw out, but this infernal device blocked their exit. I was in perpetual pleasure and agony. My body was lashing out, but the chains that held my body grew tighter.

“Pl- please,” I cried out. Tears were ebbing from my eyes, and my heart seemed like it would explode from my chest. I tried to gather my breath, but as I did, Gerard grabbed my shaft once more and jerked it faster than before. If there was a realm beyond the body’s climax – this is it. Endless pleasure crashed like a never-ending tsunami, and I was chained to a rock to feel the brunt of its massive force. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but the villa was empty. No ears could hear my pleasured and pained screams except for the uncaring borrowed ears of Gerard. He took great delight in my pleasurable suffering. He was red all over, and unlike me, he was already creaming with my dick.

“For the love of… Fuck! LET ME CUM!”

“Ah! That’s it! Beg for me.”

I cried my guts out as I thrashed my body just to exert what little force to shake the ring blocking my cock. No power was enough, and my cries only served my tormentor. I was helpless in this agony of his making. But suddenly, the ring seared hot on my shaft. It took what little remained of my energy to look at it and see that it was overloading. I heard it beeping on a high shrill. Then suddenly, it was as if time had stopped. The ring cracked in two and launched itself halfway across the room.

From the base to the shaft, my cum gushed out like a geyser. The spread was fast and vast and thoroughly coated Gerard’s chest – my chest!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Finally! The climax came in equal measure of pleasure and pain, and it took ages for it to dwindle. By the time it did, the chains that bind me had loosened. My body collapsed on the floor, on top of the pool of cum I had made. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was back in my body.

Gerard looked like he was running for miles when I saw him. He was thoroughly coated in sweat, and marks of his bind were present on his wrist and dick. On the other hand, I felt as if I hadn’t cummed yet. The look on his red and sore dick made me hard once more. But I’ve had enough pleasure for one day. Gerard paid me in cash. He didn’t even bother to count the two stacks of $100s before retreating to his bedroom. A butler led me outside, and before I left, he said,

“Sir Gerard will contact you again in the future,”

It was the weirdest service I have provided for someone. The pay’s good, but I’m thinking twice about subjecting myself again to the torture. It’s exhilarating, I’ll admit. Maybe – just maybe – I’ll do it again.