[Body Swap] The Punishment Room - Part 2 (Commission)

Commissioned by Dustin Chen. 

Jack notices Charlotte has been acting strange since her time in The Punishment Room and soon finds out why first hand. 

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Charlotte had been acting strange ever since her bout in the Punishment Room. Zack wasn't sure what was going on but ever since her last appointment with Chris she was like a whole different person. She seemed almost demure and nervous around clients, almost as if she didn’t want to work but, according to the reports, once she was in bed she was a helpless wonton whore. If there was one thing Charlotte had never been, it was a prude, in the past she had been asked to perform all manner of acts and positions and she had done so without batting an eye, now she acted as if even regular sex was this shameful thing she could not help but enjoy. At first it annoyed him, especially since they had not seen Chris for over a month; he’d been a good regular. But more and more men came in requestering her so apparently this virginal ‘I just can't help myself’ act was winning a lot of people over. Made sense really, guys loved imagining they were reducing a woman to a melting puddle of pleasure. Ignoring the seven other men who had been with her that night. Indeed, Charlotte was more prolific than ever so despite his curiosity and confusion, Jack was happy, she was making him money and that was the most important thing.

Still, she wasn't causing trouble but she kept making these little comments, talking back and then turning red in the face. If he didn't know any better he would suspect she wanted another round in the Punishment Room. He put his theory to the test after a few weeks of her weird behaviour when she asked for yet another night off.

“You know we don't do night’s off.” He chided, “This place needs all the money it can get.”

“I just think I need a little break. I'm getting…overwhelmed.”

“Oh?” He watched her face turn pink, then red, “Since when? Normally it takes at least seven guys to get you fully satisfied.”

She actually shivered, pink turning to red. She was so transparent; the woman had the most voracious sex drive he had ever seen.

“You know what I think?” He grinned, “I think you’re trying to annoy me so I’ll take you back to the Punishment Room.”

Her pupils dilated and her whole body quivered; so obvious.

“Maybe, if you ask nicely I will indulge you.”

She hesitated, he could practically see her warring within herself, trying to fight against her own desire but eventually, she nodded. Jack laughed.

“I never knew you were such a glutton for punishment. Where did my spitfire go?”

“Please?”

Jack pouted for a moment, she was almost too desperate, that was no fun. At least not yet. Oh well, he had a policy of not using his own ‘wares’ so to speak, but he had to admit, it was tempting to take her himself rather than using the toys. The sounds that had been echoing down the hall lately had him getting hard more than once. He had been a pimp for so long he knew how to tell a real moan and either Charlotte loved her job even more than he thought or she was the best actress for miles. Part of him, the primal part, really wanted her to make those sounds for him. In a perfect world, he would break down her fiery personality, take away all her defiance and replace it with lust but it seemed that the first step would not be necessary.

“Could…could you fuck me, Jack?” She whispered, looping her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest. “Please? Don’t use the toys, I just want you.”

His cock twitched. Yeah, he could make an exception to his usual rules.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He gripped her wrist and began leading her down the hall, with each step he could feel the electricity sparking between them; the need they both felt. When he opened the door to the room she stepped in without hesitation and approached the chair, hesitating for a moment before sitting herself on the floor. The chair was built to be sat in, with no room for him to mount her, she was right, the floor would be better. Plus, the image of Charlotte sinking to her knees, ready and eager for him was enough to make him fully hard.

Without needing to be asked she began to strip, sliding her short negligee off while never breaking eye contact with him. Jack grinned; he had her so well trained, why had he ever had that rule in the first place. He watched as more of her bare skin was exposed; her ripe peach like ass, the heavy tits, the hard, pink nipples; she truly was a wonder. He waited until she was done, her clothes kicked aside and forgotten, before he undressed himself. Unlike his whore, he only divested himself of what was necessary, keeping his button down shirt on, lifted slightly by his raging erection.

“Turn around.” He ordered, “On your hands and knees.”

For the first time a look of stricken fear passed over her features before quickly melting back into sycophantic pleading. She bit her lip.

“I…I want to see you.” She mumbled, “Please? I want to see your face as you cum inside me.”

Her voice was sugary sweet, were his mind not so clouded by lust perhaps he would have been suspicious. But as it stood, her face was so helpless, so desperate for him he couldn’t help but indulge her. He wanted to watch that pretty mouth form into an O as she came under his touch.

“Very well, but only because I say so.”

“Oh Thank you, Jack.” She sighed in relief before opening her legs to him, “Now…please?”

He lowered himself to the floor, crawling up her body making sure to take the time to tease those hard nipples until she cried out. His tip brushed against her hole and he couldn’t help but groan; the heat and slickness felt so good, it was going to be hard to hold back. Charlotte took hold of his face with her palms and stared deeply into his eyes; fuck holding back, it was overrated. He plunged in hard enough that her whole body was pushed back on the ground, causing her to gasp and brace herself with one hand. Once she had gotten over the initial shock she found her rhythm, bucking her hips against his own allowing him to thrust even deeper into her warm, tight depths. No wonder she was his biggest earner; she was fantastic! It was taking a lot of effort on his part not to cum immediately; he wanted this to last as long as possible. He placed one hand on her soft breast, kneading the skin there as he continued to watch her face. He made sure to memorise every twitch, every flutter of her eyelids as the pleasure made her features twist and change. The most delicious moans were escaping her lips and he drank them all up like ambrosia.

His balls began to tighten as orgasm approached and he closed his eyes, wanting to focus solely on the pleasure but once again those gentle hands found his face and held it tight.

“P-please!” She begged, “Look at me! I’m close-!”

He forced his eyes open just in time as a low groan echoed up his throat and he came, staring deeply into those vibrant green orbs she called eyes. They were so wide and deep he almost felt as though he were falling into them like a pool of water. He came hard and a wave of dizziness passed through him, enough that he fell forward and his vision blinked out for a moment. It left him breathless; never in his life had he cum so hard.

For a moment he laid still, basking in the pleasure when his loins began to throb strangely. The sensation was not unpleasant but it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Then he realised the weight on his chest and just how much it hurt. He blinked open his eyes, expecting to be buried in blonde hair but instead he was looking at the ceiling.

“Wha?” He blinked a few times, taking stock of his position.

He was on his back, that weight on his chest was a body-his body! He had heard about out of body experiences before but he was pretty sure no matter how hard you came, that wasn't an option. His old body groaned, lifting itself up and staring down at him in shock which swiftly turned to elation.

“It worked!”

It was so alien, to hear his own voice from the outside. To see his face light up; had he always had that dimple? His old body grinned, bucking his hips slightly and forcing all the air from Jack’s lungs. That feeling between his legs, it was a cock, but instead of being attached to him it was inside him! He was…

“Charlotte?” He gaped.

“Not exactly.” She grinned, gently pulling out and standing to stretch, “Oh god, I forgot how good it felt to be in a man’s body. The compulsions are gone too-ah! This is unreal!”

Unreal was right. Jack gathered himself up, looking down at his curvy new body with shock and no small amount of awe.

“How did you even do this? No wait, it doesn’t matter, turn us back. Now!” Jack felt his blood boiling with rage, how dare that whore do this? How dare she treat her pimp this way after all the kindness and pleasure he had shown her?

“It took some figuring out, I just copied what Charlotte did to me.”

“What do you mean, who are you?”

“Chris.” ‘Charlotte’ replied, “I’d explain further but I think you are smart enough to put two and two together.”

Charlotte’s regular, the one who hadn't been back for weeks? Right after the night was when she had started to act strange as well, did that mean…all this time it had been him in there and now they had traded places?

“Originally, I wanted to try and find her but I knew she’d never sleep with me.” Chris sighed, “So I figured I would go after the next best male body I could find.”

“So what, you’re just going to steal my life?” Zack raged, getting to his feet, “Maybe you took this situation lying down-ha! But not me!”

Chris simply crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows.

“Alright then, what are you going to do about it?”

Silence.

Fuck.

He had nothing.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Chris grinned, “Go tell people if you really want to, I am sure they’ll believe you. I had to admit, I was feeling a little guilty about stealing your body but frankly mate, you’re a bit of a bastard. I’ll get over it.”

He was right, even if he told the police, or anybody for that matter, nobody would believe him. At best they’d think he was some tweaked out whore, at worst, he might get thrown in a psych ward. He racked his brain as Chris threw over the crumpled remains of his nightgown. He looked over the article with disgust; it would be so humiliating to walk around dressed in nothing but a few swaths of fabric and lace but what other option did he have? He knew full well Charlotte had nothing else but other similar items in her room, he made sure of it. If his girls had every day wear they could wander; that was a decision he was regretting now.

He looked around in vain for anything, even a towel or blanket with which to further cover himself and instead his gaze passed over all the toys displayed on the walls. Dildos, vibrators, whips; all manner of sexual fantasies and he felt a strange allure to them. A chuckle from Chris bought him out of his reverie and he scowled.

“Get used to those feelings, they don’t go away.”

Jack resisted the urge to stick his tongue out like a child. Screw the bad outfit, he was not going to stay here a second longer. He stormed past Chris who strangely enough did not make a move to stop him. That man may have stayed and let dozens of others use him for their own pleasure but evidently Jack was stronger than him. Already he had shaken off the strange allure of the toys and was walking out the front door; nightgown be damned.

Anger and indignity could only fuel him for so long though and soon his power walk slowed to a wander. He had no idea where he was even going and all of a sudden, he realised just what a predicament he was truly in. As a tall, muscular man, Jack had never felt nervous walking at night but as he took in his thin limbs and bare feet he realised just how vulnerable he felt in these dark streets. He needed a plan and the first step needed to be finding a safe place to stay. His home had been his whorehouse and without thinking he’d fled it without so much as his phone. Going back now with his tail between his legs, not even an hour after storming out was a hit his pride simply could not take right now. It had already been punished enough tonight.

Finding a quiet alley and hiding from sight he thought, pacing slightly as he tried to think of a way out of this. The obvious option would be to figure out whatever spell or trick Chris and Charlotte had used. Looking into your partner's eyes was clearly key but there had to be more to it than that. His face twisted in discomfort; perhaps that is why Chris as Charlotte had been so busy, had he been trying to figure out what the secret was? Would he have to do that as well? The idea of letting dozens of men take him, feeling them thrust deep inside him and cum was…awful, yes. And yet a shiver of desire went down his spine. He could feel the breeze between his legs, tickling his bare pussy that suddenly felt so empty. The need to fill it with something, even a finger, began to grow and he staunchly ignored it. He would not degrade himself. No, there had to be another way. Voices echoed down the alley and Jack jumped behind a dumpster, curling up to make himself as small as possible as two slightly drunk men walked past.

“Which place tonight? Jack’s ain’t far.” The first slurred, he recognises them, regulars who came for his girls.

“Nah, let’s go check out that fancy place whassit called…Dark Pleasures? Them girls are kinky as.”

Jack missed the rest of the drunken conversation, his mind racing. Of course, Dark Pleasures could very well be the answer! He knew the pimp who ran the place; Xander, he had it all decked out with occult symbols and themed rooms. At first, Jack, like most people, had assumed it was just a theme but after chatting for a bit it turned out Xandar was a big believer in the occult, magic, chakras, the whole nine yards. Previously Jack had laughed at the dude but now, having experienced what could only be magic himself, he knew better. If anybody was going to have a ‘cure’ for this condition, it would be Xandar or maybe even one of his girls. He waited until the men were gone and then began to hurried head in the direction of the building. It was several blocks away; they didn't want to compete after all and when he arrived at the dark brick building Jack couldn’t help but feel miffed.

There was a line. His establishment never had a line. What sort of man was willing to wait in public sight to visit a whore house? Evidently, the services were worth the risk of being spotted. Well, there was no way he could line up with them all, especially dressed as he was. Instead he made his way down the side alley; if Xander's women were anything like his own, there would have to be a side door or something where they went to smoke between clients, so the smell didn't permeate their rooms. Luck was finally on his side; not only was the door there, it was unguarded and unlocked. Plush velvet carpet felt like Heaven after streets of concrete and Jack sighed stepping inside, there were several doors, all of which he could hear muffled sounds coming from. Judging by the nature of siad sounds, those were the girls' rooms. Soft moans and wild cries of ecstasy entered his ears and made warmth spread between his legs; the temptation was back to touch his new pussy but he restrained himself, trying desperately to block the sounds out.

It was impossible though; it was almost like a drug, intoxicating. Each groan made his imagination run wild, especially the women’s breathy sighs. What must they be feeling right now? Without realising Jack found himself pressed against one of the doors, his new breasts tingling with the contact as one of his hands reached for the doorknob. He wanted to join them, he wanted to feel the ecstasy those women were feeling-

“Who the hell are you?”

Jack spun on his heels and came face to face with a man; Xandar. He looked even more wild than the last time they met with his shaggy black hair and multiple piercings, his leather clothing squeaked every so slightly as he took a step closer.

“You’re getting dirt on my carpet.” He continued gazing down at the dirty footprints Jack had accidentally left across the rich carpet.

“Oh, sorry.” Jack replied, he was feeling flustered by his own actions and Xandar’s presence.

He was not used to being shorter than the man, he seemed almost imposing and yet strangely…attractive? Maybe it was all that leather reminding him of the toys in the punishment room. All those lovely, wicked toys…

“So?”

Jack snapped back to reality.

“Ah, Xandar, this is going to sound crazy, but I need to talk to you!” Jack said quickly, wanting to avoid another slip on his part.

“How do you know my name?”

“It’s me, It’s Jack. From the bordello a few blocks over.”

Xandar blinked then threw back his head and laughed; Jack felt his cheeks turning pink, then red. Xandar was the only person he thought might believe him. If he didn't, what other options did he have?

“Alright then,” Xandar grinned, nodding over his shoulder, “Let’s go then.”

Jack followed him nervously up the stairs to the private flat which belonged to the pimp. Not that a casual observer would realise; with all the black and red silks, occult posters and strange paraphernalia, one would think it was just an extension of the bordello. Xandar really was into some freaky shit. The man closed the door behind them and the click of the lock turning felt as loud as thunder; sending both fear and arousal down his back where they settled in Jack’s stomach.

“I don’t blame you for not believing me, I know it sounds crazy-”

“Oh no, I believe you.”

“But if you just hear me out-wait, what? You do?”

Xandar nodded, causing some of the silver chains on his outfit to jingle as he sat down on the large, plush bed.

“I wasn’t laughing because the idea was unbelievable,” He continued, “I was laughing because she used it on you.”

A sinking horror began to fill Jack’s chest.

“You…you knew about this?” he whispered only for Xandar to nod again.

“Charlotte came to me months ago, asking about spells and enchantments, that sort of thing.” Xandar explained, “My girls use a few small tricks to keep the men coming back, nothing major. When she told me what she was after I was…intrigued. It took a while to unlock her magic ability but eventually, after a bit of practice, she got it. Though I never imagined she would be bold enough to use it on her pimp…”

“She didn’t.” Jack said through clenched teeth, “She used it on a customer, who then used it on me.”

“Interesting, perhaps a kernel of her magical talent stayed within the body. Whoever he was, he was lucky to be able to access it.”

Jack felt his heart beginning to pound; what if there was no more magic left? Even if he learned the trick, what if he was stuck in this body with all of these…urges, forever? Xandar was looking at him with wry eyes, they occasionally dipped to where Jack’s exposed cleavage was and he felt himself starting to blush. Pink dusted over the curve of his breasts and thighs, he could even feel the added heat across his ass cheeks. He felt so…exposed; somehow Xandar knowing who he actually was was making things both better and worse. His thighs rubbed together, adding to the heat steadily building between his legs. He wanted to stop but once he had started the moment felt so nice he couldn’t help but continue.

“Feeling…flush?” Xandar teased, Jack shivered. “Charlotte mentioned trying to add some spice to the spell, something about forcing whoever lived in her shoes to experience what it felt like to be conditioned to be horny all the time.”

Jack focused on trying to breathe slowly. Ignoring the heat, ignore the way Xandar’s eyes sparkled, the way his broad shoulders moved as he shrugged off the leather jacket leaving only a thin singlet between him and the open air. His leather pants were tight enough that Jack could not help but notice the bulge there and once he started to look, he couldn't tear his eyes away.

“You seem tense.” Xandar said, far too sweetly, “Why don’t we get rid of some of that tension?”

“I…I…” He wanted to say no, actually, he really wanted to say yes and that was what worried him.

“Tell you what?” Xandar’s fingers hooked under his chin, “I’ll make you a deal, you stay here, work for me and I’ll help you hone some skills in magic to find a new body, hm?”

It was a good deal, the best he had really, where else was he going to go? That heat between his legs was starting to become unbearable…maybe if he could just cum once, or twice, then he could think straight. Jack found himself nodding, a soft moan escaping as Xandar brushed his knuckles across the front of his nightgown and causing his nipples to stiffen.

“Ready for your first lesson, Jack?”

“Yes.” He whimpered, badly regretting every instance he’d given Xandar a hard time in the past. Now the man was going to make him pay for it and Jack was far too horny to fight back.

Xandar’s hands slipped inside the nightgown, pushing it off this body so that it fell in a heap on the floor for the second time tonight. Xandar hummed, running his fingers along Jack’s curves, gently pinching each nipples, brushing his fingers down the smooth curve of his back and across the curve of his ass. Jack found himself struggling for breath and unable to move. The simple touch felt like fire, sending warm trails across his skin before they seeped into his core. Jack bit his lip to stop any humiliating sounds from escaping.

“First rule,”  Xandar said sternly, “Is to make the men you serve feel powerful. Even if they are awful in bed, you need to make them feel like a God. So don't hold back.”

He needed the sentence by reaching around and squeezing Jack’s ass hard enough that a gasp appeared. Submitting to Xandar’s touch felt so good; he’d never liked being told what to do before but now, each firm word that entered his ears felt like a lover's touch. It sent slickness running down his legs and he shivered.

“Now, show me a moan.” Xandar whispered, gently massaging one ass cheek while his free hand caressed Jack’s tit.

Jack let out a shaky moan, humiliation flooding his system and making the pleasure all the greater.

“You can do better than that.” Xandar growled, increasing his grip.

“Ah! Oh that’s mmmm...”

“That’s better.” He cooed, letting go and taking hold of Jack’s wrist, pulling him toward the bed.

Jack knew what was coming, he wanted it so bad and hated himself for it. To his surprise though, Xandar did not lay him down but rather made him kneel on the silken sheets, legs apart before climbing on after him. One hand wrapped around his torso, so that the man could hold him close. Jack could feel his warm breath on his neck, and the palm on the small of his back felt like a white hot poker.

“Ready to moan for me?” Xandar whispered, Jack could only nod.

A raggard cry escaped his lips as a finger parted his folds, slowly stroking up and down as his clit pulsed. Each stroke felt better than the last and simultaneously overwhelming. Jack’s mind went blank, there was nothing, no thoughts, no emotions; just a need for more. He shuddered and moaned, whispering Xandar’s name over and over as the pleasure continued to mount. He didn’t care if he was debasing and humiliating himself; he just didn't want Xandar to stop! All thoughts of leaving this body fled his mind as his pussy began to clench, all his muscles tightening as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Ah! Aah! AAAH!”

Xandar’s finger swirled around his clit, his touch lightening and leaving Jack right on the edge, a whimpering mess. Then, the finger slipped inside, the smooth pad of his finger brushing against Jack’s rough inner walls and making him wail. So close!

“Ah! Yes!! Xandaaaaaaaah!”

Jack came, a thin stream of slickness squirting out his hole as he did so, soaking Xandar’s fingers and making him see stars. The pleasure was far stranger than any orgasm he’d had as a man and as Xandar continued to pump his fingers in and out Jack could do nothing but surrender to the helplessly addicting pleasure. Ecstasy flowed through his veins and by the time it stopped, he was a mess, barely able to even open his eyes. Xandar laid him down on the silk sheets gently, giving him time to catch his breath while occasionally brushing his fingers across Jack’s oversensitive nipples.

“Fuck…” Jack sighed, “Just…fuck.”

Xandar chuckled.

“Soon, but not with me, sorry Jack.”

“Wha?” Jack was still so blissed out he could barely understand what Xandar was saying.

“You think I am going to risk ending up in your predicament? Hell no, if you want a new body, you better get out there and, as you so aptly put it, fuck.”

The seriousness of his situation came crashing down on Jack, along with a generous helping of embarrassment for his actions. He could not believe he’d agreed to work for Xandar, then again, there was nothing stopping him from walking away. Accept for the obvious knowledge that this was his best shot, well, that and the already growing warmth between his legs. The need to feel that high again, that pleasure of having a man touch him. He bowed his head, the least he could do was try to get through this with at least a small grain of dignity intact.

“Which room should I use?” He asked quietly only for Xandar to give him a smug look.

“You think I’ll kick one of my girls out for you?” He said incredulously, “Oh no Jack, you have to earn one of my rooms.”

“Earn?”

That sinking feeling returned with a vengeance.

“Yes.” Xandar nodded, “Only my most talented girls get their own room, it’s the corner for you. I am sure with a body like that you’ll have no problems

He was going to pimp himself out. On a corner. Like a ten dollar prostitute? He hated how humiliating and arousing that sounded all at once.

“But you’ll still teach me how to use the spell, right?” He added desperately.

“Of course, but, I want some proof you still have that kernel of magic in you leftover from Charlotte.” Xandar grinned, “Prove to me I am not wasting my time and I’ll do it.”

“But I don't know how! Jack wailed.

“Well then, I guess you’d better get to work. You have a room to earn and who knows, the more you practise your sexual skills, perhaps that magic will manifest.”

“But…but-!”

He had nothing, he was stuttering as Xandar passed him a simple black dress and heels, each stamped with a magic circle that was his establishment’s logo.

“The night is young.” Xandar added, helping Jack to his feet and shuffling him out the door. “Best get a head start.”

Before he knew it the door had closed behind him and Jack was standing in the hallway, naked with his jaw hanging open. How…did that all just happen? He looked down at the dress with a sigh before unfolding it and slipping it on. The fabric was tight, perhaps the whole thing was even a size too small; it squeezed his breasts and ass so tight he was actually worried the fabric might tear. Jack swallowed, walking back to that side door and stepping out into the night, slipping his heels on as he went. This felt so wrong and so right all at once.

“Hey sweetheart.”

The voice was deep and the timbre sent shivers across his skin. Jack turned to see a man in a loose fitting suit, a businessman no doubt. Probably from the nearby offices who just finished a late shift. He was handsome, clean shaven with a roguish smile on his face. Jack bit his lip; there were worse first customers.

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