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Cheating the Reaper

by Beside Ourselves

CHEATING THE REAPER

Adult warning: The following body swap story is the result of a WIKI by the collaborative efforts of BESIDE OURSELVES, it contains contain adult graphic scenes and involves non-consensual activities. All copyrights reserved by authors.





JONAS & RYAN

The bell rang at the fire station. The fire fighters leapt out of their beds wearing only their underwear and scrambled to get dressed.

Jonas sat in his wheel chair across the street from the firehouse. His apartment window had a perfect view into the firemen's quarters. The big strapping young men strolled around half naked not realizing that they were putting on a show for the neighbors. After all it was only a senior citizen apartment house and at 75 with prosthetic legs he had all the dream material at in his sights. Not only delicious firemen, Jonas could see the windows of a male college dorm that shared the block with the firehouse and the park.

The fire engine pulled out, and Jonas repositioned his chair opposite the college dorm tower. It cost him extra to have an end suite, but it meant he had windows on three sides, and he enjoyed his views. St. Sebastian's Men's College was strict about enforcing its rules prohibiting women from the dorms. Lots of horny young men liked to jock off, and Jonas' view afforded views of sixteen windows with occupants ranging from one to four in each room. He also had a downward view through the second floor bathroom windows of the men's showers. The windows were six feet off the floor, but were situated to provide a perfect view from Jonas' apartment. The Mylar mirrored windows of his apartment hid the telescope, binoculars, and camera tripods set up in each of Jonas' windows.

There was a loud knock at Jonas' door. He set down his binoculars and harrumphed. He wheeled over to the door, and pulled back the bolt.

"Yes?" he asked though the chained door looking out from under the chain which fastened the door to door frame.

"Jonas Willson?" asked the young man in the short panted delivery uniform.

"Yes?" Jonas asked.

"I've got a box for you, sir," the deliveryman said indicating the man-sized crate on the dolly next to him. He held out the electronic clipboard, and added, "I need your signature here."

Jonas closed the door, undid the chain and opened it hastily. He licked his lips eagerly as he signed the clipboard, while the deliveryman wheeled the crate into the middle of his apartment.

Jonas wheeled over to an end table near the door and pulled out an envelope of cash and gave the delivery driver a healthy tip of twenty dollars and sent him on his way. Once the door was latched and locked again, Jonas began to grin widely as he began to cut the straps that held the long wooden box tightly closed. In just a few minutes of racing around the box to clip the straps, Jonas began to pant and sweat in anticipation. Sliding the long 7 foot wooden top off and on to the floor, Jonas now had full view of the contents. Inside was the body of one of the one of the hot buff fireman that Jonas had watched religiously every day.

The tall muscular body of a young fireman named Ryan Tanner lay snuggly in a Styrofoam mold just waiting for a body to swap Jonas. Ryan was tall and handsome for sure and his dirty blonde hair and steel blues eyes could easily give any man a ragging hard on, however Jonas was unfortunately past that stage in his life, which made wanting Ryan's body even more necessary. Once Jonas followed the instructions, He and the fireman would swap bodies, giving Jonas the physique and life of Ryan Tanner; while a comatose Ryan would find himself force into a 75 year old wheelchair bound Jonas.

Jonas nervously released an electronic control device that had been attached to the inside of the box and clicked an activation button. The tall muscular fireman inside the box began to sit up, then climb out of the box and stand at attention where Jonas was sitting.

Another click of the control and the comatose young stud began to undress out of his tight conforming red tee shirt, blue dickie pants, white socks and fireman shoes and returned to attention before Jonas. The old man pressed another button and Ryan began flexing every muscle on his body and Ryan’s body began to show signs of perspiration causing his muscular chest to glisten before the man who would soon take over his body. Then the flick of another button and the young Ryan's Tommy boxer brief pouch began to swell with it's young virile cock inside and Jonas's heart began to beat heavily. Jonas has seen Ryan's profile in his underwear from his window, but this was so extraordinary to see it up close and personal. The sounds of his breathing and muscles working, and the musky scent of the fireman’s sweat combined to make the experience better than he had imagined. Jonas marveled at how the white cotton material of the Tommy boxer briefs stretched to make room for Ryan's erection. Jonas wheeled right in front of Ryan’s crotch and took a long sniff at the scent it gave off and for just one second, the old man thought his cock stirred in his pants.

Then, Jonas flicked another button and the boned out Ryan Tanner lifted Jonas out of the confines of his wheelchair and carried the old man into his bed room and laid the old man on his bed. Within minutes with another click of the device, Ryan was slipping off Jonas's pants and shirt. Jonas grinned as the powerful hands slid over his withered body and his rough aged skin. Soon the old man was fully exposed; wearing just his depends diaper and exposing Jonas's prosthetic legs.

Ryan had no clue as to his future yet, but his years of running and athletic activity that his legs afforded him were going to change very soon. He felt sorry for the old man, it would be awful to be legless.

Jonas was now ready for the next step and with great conviction he flicked the last button on the device and the tall muscular Ryan began to crawl up on the bed. Jonas could feel the heat radiating from the healthy young body hovering right over him. With his boned out Tommy boxer briefs aligned with the crotch of Jonas's soft depends diaper.

With all the excitement, Jonas had begun to pee himself and the diaper swelled full of Jonas's dark yellow piss. Jonas also had diabetes which made his piss even darker than most.

“Take a good look, boy-o, soon this body will all be yours. For the rest of your life, and your studly body will be all mine,” Jonas said grinning so widely that his dentures popped loose.

Then Ryan's body began to lower itself on to Jonas's body, with the first point of contract being Jonas's crotch and the boned out Tommy boxer brief pouch pressed into the swollen diaper like a fire place poker.

As the plastic of the diaper could no longer take the stress of Ryan's hard cock, the plastic ripped way and Jonas could see the material of Ryan's boxer briefs penetrate the diaper and begin to soak up the dark yellow piss the diaper contained.

Then the young Ryan made full contact with Jonas, legs to prosthetic legs, crotch to crotch, stomach to stomach, chest to chest and lastly Ryan’s young lips to Jonas's. As Ryan's young moist lips touched Jonas's old dry cracked ones, Ryan began to kiss the old man with great conviction. His tongue explored Jonas’s sour tasting old mouth. It darted in and out, sliding between Jonas’s gums and his smooth hard denture plate. His muscular body began to pump the old man's diaper till his young body had nearly reached climax; sending the young fireman’s seed onto Jonas's soft penis and enlarged ball sacs.

As the young body kept up its pumping and thrusting, the stud's cock continued to explode pumping out a shimmering white liquid. To Jonas that white stream was the real fountain of youth erupting. Meanwhile the Tommy's had absorbed the entire pee deposit the old man had created, and the white material of the young fireman's boxer briefs turned a dark yellow color in color, surrounding the young studs genitals with Jonas's potent, nanobot-rich,urine waste.

Soon the young physique that was working hard to release its seed, finally climaxed and with great excitement, and Jonas could feel the warm thick ropes of Ryan's seed soaking and absorbing into the old mans groin.

Ryan Tanner wouldn't believe what was next for him if he were conscious of the events that were just put into play.

* * *

Being a paramedic, Ryan didn't roll with the crew when they were out on practice runs. He and his partner Sam Russell were assigned to make sure all the supplies were replaced in the paramedic kits from their previous runs. A crate had been delivered, and Sam had asked Ryan to help him with it. Inside was an odd metal frame.

"A new gurney?" Ryan asked.

Sam, the 62 year old who had been the department's first paramedic, smiled, and said, "Let me show you, Ryan, my boy, let me show you."

Ryan stepped into the crate and onto the gurney. Sam positioned his arms in the metal braces a metal pin jabbed into him. Ryan felt suddenly weak. He just stood there listlessly using the gurney for support. He blacked out. When he came too, he saw that Sam had picked up a remote control, and had started manipulating. To Ryan's horror, his cock hardened and began to move in response to the remote. Ryan was sweating and panting on the verge of blowing his load, when Sam pushed a button and shut him down.

Sam chuckled, "Can't have you blowing your load prematurely, can we? No, the nanobots have to have a chance to copy your DNA and prepare your cells for overwriting with new genetic code. My son Danny came up with this devilish device, and eventually I'm going to use it, but first we have to cover the R&D costs. That's where you come in. Oh, you should be happy, after all you're always saying you can't wait to retire, so you can sit around all day doing whatever you please and living on your pension. Oh, still a glum face? I can fix that." Sam adjusted the control box, and a broad grin beamed from Ryan's face.

Sam shook his head, "Too much, tch."

He made an adjustment, a closed lip handsome smile appeared on Ryan's face, and added, "There, just right. I suppose I'm wasting my breath on you, since Danny said the nanobots would knock you out. Still I can understand why the villains like to gloat over the prone hero in all the movies, I mean who else can I tell, and who else would believe it? I mean, when you're in old man Jonas' body, they'll think your claims that a young virile fireman stole your body are just the onset of dementia. In fact, Jonas has been playing crazy for the passed two weeks to make sure no one will believe you. Well, better get you packed and shipped before the rest of the fire house returns."

Sam emptied a 50 gallon bag of Styrofoam peanuts into the crate before securing the lid shut. He had already secured Ryan, while he was unconscious.

Please Ryan screamed in his mind. I am awake, I am conscious. I am your friend, your brother fireman, Sam, don't do this! Please! His mental screams seemed to echo in the darkness.

There was a creaking sound, someone was opening the crate. Sam's face appeared in the opening of the half open crate. A wave of relief washed over Ryan. It was a gag after all, Sam wasn't really going to--then Sam spoke.

"Sorry, forgot to pack the remote. Enjoy your early retirement, boyo!" Sam slammed the crate shut, and re-secured the lid shut. Muffled by the wood, Sam could be heard to exclaim, "Not a moment too soon, here's the freight driver."

"Say, young man, that's an awful lot of paperwork, just to take this crate across the street," Sam said as he filled out the forms.

"Well, I can't just take it across the street, sir. I have to take it into the shipping office, and it may or may not end up loaded on my truck or one of the other delivery vans depending on how much we have to deliver."

"Seems like a waste of effort and gas," harrumphed Sam.

"Yeah, I guess," shrugged Brent the delivery man.

"You know a young handsome man like you working yourself sick in a dead end delivery job, tch, tch. I bet you'd trade your youth to be a older gent living the life of leisure," Sam said with a wicked gleam in his eye. Sam was thinking that maybe the next time that boy delivered him an empty crate, he might end up the occupant of the crate.

The crate was hefted on to the dolly, and Ryan felt himself tilt and begin to roll to his nightmarish destiny.

Ryan had been trapped in darkness for three days, as he'd been picked up on a Friday, and was delivered on the following Monday. It was odd, he felt almost mechanical as the nanobots had replicated and proliferated within his body. His balls were hanging unnaturally low, as the army of nanobots that would transfer his genetic code to Jonas.

Neither Ryan nor Jonas knew that while Jonas had transferred a small fortune to Sam and Danny's off-shore bank account for the body swap that Danny and his father secretly retained control of the nanobots. Jonas would have Ryan's youth, but at Sam's and Danny's discretion he could be turned into their robotic slave.

The nanobots that Jonas had taken were not as complex as those administered to Ryan. Jonas had been consuming the nanobots in 10 mg doses for over a month. These more primitive drone nanobots would facilitate the transfer of Ryan's psyche to Jonas, and Jonas' psyche to Ryan's body.

Jonas gazed at the yellow mess staining Ryan's boxer briefs. He knew they were filled with his nanobots programmed with everything he knew up to that point. In the white sticky mess covering Jonas's soft genitals, the nanobots began to burrow into his skin. The same thing was happening to Ryan. Except in Ryan the nanobots inside him were devouring the drone nanobots from Jonas and converting Jonas' existence into their own program. When all of Jonas' drone nanobots had been consumed and integrated with Ryan's nanobots, they would begin to overwrite Ryan's personality and memories with Jonas' and of course reconfigure Ryan's body to match that of Jonas's. Danny even claimed that they could rewrite the old soul on to the soul. Sam had no reason to doubt his genius son.

So it went in Jonas's apartment with Ryan's boxer briefs saturated with very active nanobots. Jonas could feel Ryan's seed making his skin tingle, as nanobots penetrated into his soft fatty tissue. Soon his body was itching all over like it was covered by an army of ants. The event Jonas was waiting for was unfolding. Jonas reached over and clicked another button and Ryan's body lifted off of his and repositioned itself right next to his on his right side.

In a matter of minutes Ryan's youthful muscular body began its restructuring and alteration, his glistening skin began to quiver. Ryan felt groggy, half-asleep a brief awareness, which Ryan would recall as a dream. He wiggled his toes, but they cramped up painfully. Perhaps it was the pain as the cramped that brought him temporary awareness. The fireman’s strong muscled legs were the first major change. Ryan’s toes folded in upon themselves cramping up. Every joint in his body in his body ached, as 53 years of arthritis built up in seconds. In his dream, a house fell on Ryan, and his toes and legs rolled up just like the Wicked Witch of the East in the Wizard of Oz. All that strong muscled bone and flesh began to wither away and slowly dissolve up into stubs of flesh just above the knee.

The transformations continued. Ryan's big muscular chest caved in and his powerful arms withered. Ryan coughed as phlegm filled his throat and lungs.

Jonas's stubs began to grow, pushing outward. He felt the hard prosthetic press against his growing flesh, and released the securing straps to relieve the pain. His prosthetic legs were pushed along the bed until one and then next fell onto the floor. Now the withered old legs began to beef up. So did the rest of Jonas. His old white hair had been sucked back into his scalp. Now his bald head erupted with a rapidly growing peach-fuzz in Ryan’s youthful dark coloration. This dark peach-fuzz covered Jonas’ legs and arms too. At first the new legs resembled Jonas's 75 year old body, but soon as Jonas began his transformation to a 22 year old Ryan, the flesh and bone took on a new youthful look. Even Jonas sallow yellow skin tone changed to a robust healthy tan.

For the first time in 20 years, pearly whites erupted from Jonas’s gums. Jonas turned his head toward the bald form of changing Ryan and spat out his false teeth on to the bed between the two.

The nanobots in Ryan's body took no time to relieve the youth of his mass and muscle, transforming tight firm skin into soft tissue with hair follicles that would produce a rich white bed of hair to cover his once smooth defined chest.

Ryan's boner went soft like a collapsing skyscraper and his genitals reformed into the pee hose he would live with for the rest of his life. Every aspect of his genitals changed right down to the reserve Ryan sperm that was left inside his balls. It all changed so rapidly; becoming the docile Jonas sperm that would remain captive within his sacs.

Jonas was getting a rock hard erection as his genitals awakened and took the youthful form of Ryan's former virile 22 year old jewels. Jonas could feel the sperm changing and doubling then tripling in his sacs. Then a wave traveled up his soft stomach and chest as the nanobots reshaped the 75 year old mans upper torso with tight young skin and definition.

Jonas could sense his face changing as well and thick dirty blonde hair replacing his calmed over bald spot he once had. Instant vitality covered his body as a surge of youthful hormones took their place with in him and his internal organs became Ryan's and diabetes became history for his new youthful body. He felt totally reinvigorated.

Jonas quickly sat up on the side of his bed examining his new body and the new boner that was sticking 8 inches out of his wet diaper. "That’s got to go!" Jonas said as he stood up and slide the last remnants of his past life from his body.

Ryan's comatose state was fading as his body transformation diluted the programmed cause of his coma, and his new reality was coming into focus. Jonas could hear the sounds of moaning and grunting as the mind of young Ryan began to meet the 75 year old body he was now possessing. Jonas smiled at his old body, and imagined what the kid was thinking. He slipped on Ryan’s socks, Dickie pants and red tee shirt and fireman’s boots, leaving Ryan with the piss and cum stained Tommy boxer briefs that were still on his body.

"I'll go commando today!" Jonas shouted in Ryan’s young voice. He patted his still semi-hard cock through his cotton pants.

A very groggy Ryan turned to view his former body getting dressed and a look of shock filled his face as he slowly raised his head to look down on the body he now was in. "OH SHIT!" came out of his mouth in Jonas's voice.

Jonas turned around and said, "Hey old man, it could have been worse - you will have a comfortable life in that body- such as it is. Remember you’re 75 years old now and things don’t work like they used to!"

"Be happy you'll have some recent memories of what is was like to be young and virile! At least, until the nanobots complete your brain transformation. I’ll retain both your memories and mine, but the nanobots inside you are already eliminating your memories and replacing them with some of old Jonas’s. Sam said the procedure isn’t perfect. A few memories of your old life may remain like dream-like memories, after that I'm afraid I have no answers. You'll be me totally and I will be you!"

The new Ryan strutted around so the former Ryan could have a better view. He posed like a muscleman, and said, "And being YOU was what it was all about!"
Jonas felt a tug in his trousers. He glanced down to see he was rock hard. He chuckled evilly.

“Since your brain will soon be Swiss cheese…mmmm,” Jonas moaned unzipping his fly and pulling his new cock out. “You know they say a toothless blowjob is the best.”

Ryan’s eyes went wide, and he exclaimed, “No, you can’t! You wouldn’t!” The terror in his voice was tempered with disbelief. Somewhere in his mind, he still prayed this was only a dream.

Jonas climbed on the bed straddling the withered amputated body that had been his moments earlier. His strong fingers pinched the big old nose, and Ryan’s toothless mouth popped open.

“Kiss your cock goodbye, old man!” Jonas said shoving his cock into Ryan’s mouth. “I still remember how to do this.” Ryan just lay there letting it happen.

When Jonas climbed off him, the old man was crying silently. Jonas picked up the dentures and put in the lowers and uppers into Ryan’s mouth. His young cum would serve as denture paste. He grinned down and wondered whether Ryan was crying because he’d just been face-fucked, or if because he’d just had his body stolen. He said allowed, “Maybe you’re crying because you really enjoyed that.”

Jonas took a quick inventory. He removed the soiled boxer briefs and tossed them into the crate. He put the remote back in place inside the crate, then he sealed it up.

Next he sprinkled talcum on Ryan’s crotch, and taped his Depends in place. Then lifted his old body out of bed and back into the wheelchair. Looking at the old man with his stubs sticking off the edge of the seat, he laughed. “Almost forgot!” Jonas was quick to take the prosthetics and attach them to Ryan so as to make his body look as complete as it could. Then put a yellowed old tee-shirt over Ryan’s head and a moth-eaten sweater around his torso. “Don’t want you catching cold.”

"There! Good as new!" he said smiling groping his crotch.

"Oh and one last thing- or make that two!" Jonas added stretching.

"First off, you’re now Jonas, and no one will ever believe differently. Second, a delivery man will come an hour or so to get this crate out of here- by that time you will have forgotten everything anyway." Ryan tapped his temple, and whispered evilly, “Old-timer’s disease.” He laughed and closed the door behind him.

Running across the street to the fire house with the boner in his pants was a real chore for the new Ryan. He was radically tented to the point of embarrassment, but what could would expect of a former 75 year old just taking over a 22year old buff body. Sam was waiting for the New Ryan to return and led the young body back into the weight room where Jonas had imagined he wanted to be right from the get go. "Pump those Muscles" Sam said as he opened the weight room door and Jonas viewed the weight selection available to him.

"Your going to help me with this aren’t you Sam?" Jonas yelled wanting to feel the pressure of the weights against his now muscled body. "I need this Sam!" Jonas shouted out as he thrust off his tee shirt to reveal the prize chest he now had.

"Ok OK" Sam said as he arranged the weights- "Ryan was pressing 200 pounds regularly" Sam said as Jonas lay on the bench getting ready. "Okay help me, Sam" Jonas said as he reached up to take the weight off the stand. Sam helped him get the weights off and for the first time in his young muscular life, Jonas could feel that pressing weight was all about and that instantaneous feel of his taught chest against the 200 pounds was almost as good as the climax he just had across the street fucking his former face.

"Oh yes Sam this is just what I always wanted to experience!" "My body is so fucking awesome!"

Sam smiled as Jonas pumped the steel so easily and also enjoyed seeing that Ryan chest take the strain and begin to bead up with sweat.

"I’m a fucking Man!" Jonas shouted as his boner seemed as rock hard as the chest he was pumping.

Sam chuckled, as he fingered the master controller in his pocket. He spotted Jonas, since it was the guy's first time, and he might not realize that even young body's have there limits. He admired the erect nips and the bulge in Ryan's Dickies, as they shifted with each lift of the barbell. He licked his lips, sweat glistened on Ryan's body as Jonas hefted the weights. The only sounds were the young weight-lifter's heavy breathing, the creak of the weight bench under the exertion, and the clank of the iron weights.

"Let's see how long you can hold it," Sam said clicking the button on the controller in his pocket.

Instantly, Jonas froze with the weight in midlift with Ryan's elbows flexed. Sam walked around and looked at the blank look on Jonas' face. Sam said, "Yes, the nanobots are working. You aren't aware of it in the least of course, Jonas. That overwrite of yours and Ryan's brains makes you both susceptible to suggestion - hell, it's more than suggestion it's mind control. You may be a fucking man, but as far as I'm concerned you're my fucking toy - boy toy. Couldn't have done it to Ryan properly if he retained his body, but with the total reconstruction of DNA. Hell, I don't understand it myself. My boy Danny gets his smarts from his mother. Now let's put that weight out of the way, I've got a boner that's been waiting for Ryan's mouth to serve it." He pulled the Master Controller out and began working the keys.

The iron weights clanked as they returned to their stand. Sam straddled the young fireman's shoulders and looked down into his vacant face. It was hard to believe it was old Jonas, but Sam knew it was. He was looking forward to his own new young body, but that was going to be a bit more complicated than Jonas and Ryan's swap. Quite a bit more, but then he would be a wealthy celebrity, so the complication would be worth it. He pressed a button and Jonas reached up and unzipped Sam's trousers.

Out plopped Sam’s uncut 8 inch cock along with a few drips of precum that had been brewing all the time Jonas had been pumping the iron. Being 62 years old, Sam had always wanted a young muscled stud to suck his aging cock. He had dreamed of Ryan’s body sucking his penis with all the vitality of a 22 year old. "Give me the best blow job you can muster!" Sam said as he eased his old cock into the young moist mouth of the compliant Jonas/Ryan. Once Sam's cock went deep into the warm confines of Ryan’s oral sex port, more precum gushed out of it and Sam was moaning and wishing in anticipation of his own rejuvenation. With his eyes closed, Sam's mind came alive along with his cock and visions of hard muscular bodies filled his thoughts. "Taste the cream of an old man's load!" Sam instructed the comatose young Ryan.

Like an instinctual response, Jonas/Ryan began to suck Sam like it was his mother's leaking breast, and all that could be heard is the slurping and sucking sounds while Sam moaned.

Before long, Sam was leaning over the bar of the weights humping Jonas/Ryan's young chiseled face, and Sam was sweating like a pig. His shirt was spotted with sweat stains and drops of sweat fell onto Ryan's forehead mingling with Ryan's own sweat as Sam thrusted into him. As Sam thrusted and thrusted, his shirt tails slipped out of his pants and began riding up his beer gut to reveal the hairy forest of gray and white hairs that covered his upper torso. Bent down so far to go as deep as he could go, Sam's hairy stomach was pressing against Ryan's nose and forehead. Before long Sam's sweat matted stomach hairs were grinding into the young jock's head, and the potent scent of Sam's sweat filled the young jock's nose and the sucking got more intense.

With both hands now tightly gripping the bar, Sam made his final thrust into Ryan's mouth, then let out a primal yell that surely must have been heard throughout the firehouse as he blew his aging load into Ryan’s perfect mouth.

"Take that you fucking sperm stud!" Sam said wiping the sweat off his forehead and pulling out of Ryan’s mouth; shaking the excess cum onto the young studs nipples with a few stomach hairs as well.

"What you don't know won't hurt you, old Jonas!" Sam said as he tried to put himself together. "You would simply shit your pants if you knew I just fucked your face Jonas. Thanks to the nanobots; my penis can get hard again. In fact, it already is."

Sam adjusted the controller as his balls began to increase in weight. "Okay, Jonas, old cum bucket, you're still hungry so open wide!"

Thanks to the nanobots prepping his body for a transformation like Jonas had experienced, Sam's 62 year old body was already as horny as most 20 year olds. He delivered his new load of sour old cum, and lay across Ryan/Jonas' face bracing himself against the weight stand. His body might be somewhat enhanced but it was still 62 years old. His heart was racing, and he felt exhausted. Only the convulsion of Ryan/Jonas' body beneath him roused him. His belly was suffocating the young man. As he sat up, Ryan's body resumed its normal breathing pattern, and Sam could hear voices downstairs. The fire engine and its crew must have returned. He hadn't heard the engine pull in as he was preoccupied with his rape of Ryan's hungry young mouth.

Quickly, Sam stood up this time he wiped his cock dry on Ryan's silky dark hair. He zipped up just in time. The door to the gym opened and in strode Manuel.

"Hey, old man, holding down the fort?" joked Manuel. The young Latino had applied for Sam's paramedic position. He had taken the courses, and passed the test. Now all Manuel was waiting for was Sam's mandatory retirement at age 62.5.

Originally, the Fire Department had tried to retire Sam from active duty to a desk job when he turned 55, but Sam's friends downtown at City Hall interceded. But the mandatory retirement age was law, and there was no way Sam was getting around that.

Originally, he'd eyed Manuel's body for his transformation, but his son had chided him to think of all the possibilities. Danny had tossed Sam some magazines.

"What's with the magazines?" Sam had asked. Sports Illustrated, People, and a Men's Exercise magazine were in his hands.

"Look at the guys in here, you could be any of them. They're not magazines, they're body catalogues, dad!" Danny said, "Think of all the possibilities! You could be a gold medal swimmer with Speedo endorsement contracts, or a golf pro or tennis star, or baseball pro. You could be an actor with an eight digit income. You could be a hot bodybuilder. You could be a governor, congressman or senator. President might be a bit more difficult. You could go to college again, and have a whole different career. Why stick to being a civil servant paramedic? Is there anything or anyone you always wanted to be, dad?"

Sam raised his hand to his chin and smiled. He recalled how he had answered, but Manuel interrupted his train of thought.

"Sam, you're too old for this, you're sweating like a dog, and what's with Ryan. He's just lying there," Manuel asked.

Sam pushed the controller in his pocket.

"Ryan's just meditating, he said it helps psych him up to lift more weight. And as for me being to old, if you'd been pumping weights with us, Manny, instead of joy riding you'd be sweaty and tired too," Sam replied. He added, "There's a second weight bench, let's see whether you or Ryan can lift more?"

Ryan/Jonas blinked. He hadn't heard Manuel enter, but figured it might have been a side effect of the transformation. He picked up on Sam's cue, and challenged Manny to a lifting contest. Sam stripped off his shirt, and lay down on the bench next to Ryan's body. Sam smiled he wanted Manny in good shape for his nanobot treatment next week, then Manny would end up pumping iron in prison. Councilman Raul Brooks had been one of Sam's City Hall cronies, next week he'd be sentenced to 5-20 years for accepting bribes, and then the judge would give him a week to put his affairs in order. The old politician would have a young fireman's body to begin his new political career.

"Sam, are you listening to me?" snapped Captain Jerry Tucker.

"Sorry, just thinking," Sam replied.

"Your kid Danny is on the phone. He wants to know when we are having your retirement party. Have you decided which date yet from the three dates I gave you?"

"Yes, Captain, I thought that a week from Saturday would be good."

"Okay, then," Jerry said.

Sam checked his notebook, there were six pairs of initials. He took a red pen and drew a checkmark next to JW-RT indicating it was completed. There was a big N, and a small n next to the initials indicating nanobots input into subjects, and three dollar signs showing all payments had been made. Beneath those initials were more initials. RB-MR had a big N and a small n, and had two $ signs, as did the two other pairs of initials beneath them. Yes, in two weeks he'd be ready to retire from his old body and enjoy the youth and wealth of another. Sam smiled. He and Danny might be profiting, but they were doing a community service too. They were giving people like him and Jonas a second chance at youth.

If only Jerry knew the events that were unfolding, I am sure he would jump on board in a heart beat, Sam thought as the stations' Captain dressed in his Fireman's best uniform tipped his hat and left the weight room.

Jerry was about to retire next year and a widower of 20 years, Jerry would be a perfect candidate for a body swap as well.

Sam turned to Manny and Ryan and watched as the two pumped the iron, trying to out do each other on reps. All Sam could see is pure Testosterone being produced and the pure scents of young bodies building muscle; and of course rich, pure and potent sperm being produced in each ones testicles.

The nanobots gave Sam the ability to get hard and get off, but they couldn't help his old body to produce the quality of man sperm those two boys were making. At his age it was just sour cream in comparison; sperm forced to be made from dormant genitals that were way beyond their breeding years. Sam knew that would all change and his body donor would have to deal with that dilemma when the time came. Sam was boning out again as his mind wandered and wondered what being young again would be all about. He wanted that vitality, and virile spontaneity that youth provided. He wanted the smooth young skin and tight young muscled body that these two young jocks were putting on display.

Sam took out the remote and clicked a few buttons and both Ryan and Manny lay on their benches frozen in time. Sam walked over to his office door and clicked the remote and Manny came to his feet. Come with me you hot Hispanic stud, and Manny followed him into his office and the door shut behind them.

Sam was so boned out and wanted to shoot another load; but this time he wanted Manny to suck it out of him. Dropping his pants and stained underwear and clicking the remote again had Manny on his knees taking Sam's aged cock into his mouth.

"Suck me Dry Manny" Sam commanded and the young hispanic stud began to take Sam's meaty cock deep. Manny looked every bit as hot and handsome as a young Mario Lopez; a sexy, muscular latino star of Television and Motion Pictures. Sam would always admire the Latino’s brown tan and rich dark features and wish that Manuel would become gay and fall in love with him. Both wishes had any basis in reality however, but Sam always thought with him in a body like Manny's, seeking the love and attention of men would be a no brainer for him.

Sam's head went back quickly as his build up cycle was returning- his body wasn't used to this quick sperm recovery that the nanobots were allowing the old man, but Sam wanted his cock sucked by Manny, the young latino stud more than anything. Call it recognition of his years of dedicated service, respect for his years of devotion to the city or just call it what it really was-A Preview of what Sam's needs would be once he Swapped into a Young Body.

Manny's sexual orientation was to emulate his hard working father's, making him as straight as an arrow. Manny's experience with oral sex was limited to eating pussy, but his girlfriend sucked his cock regularly, so he knew the mechanics of how he liked his cock sucked and amazingly was giving Sam a rather exciting blow job.
Sam couldn't stop himself from grabbing Manny's head and directing the stimulating event to maximize his penile stimulation. Manny forced his cock in Manny's mouth so deeply, the young Latino stud was gagging. Without a care for Manny's comfort, Sam gave his cock one last forceful thrust and with a grunt and moan, Sam was reliving yet another magnificent climax from his old body.

Manny did what any dedicated cock sucker would do when he just got done sucking a guys cock- He moaned, savored the taste, then swallowed the entire load of man seed right down to the last drop, even if it mean tongue cleaning Sam's cock and balls.


Once Sam had finished shooting his load, which by most standards was pretty significant for a man his age, Sam was feeling the pinch of over doing it and his head was beginning to spin from so much sexual activity. Trying to be 22 years old when your really 62 years old puts a real drain on the stamina and available hormones Sam's could made. The nanobots could allow Sam to get hard and ejaculate sure; but the ability to produce the quality and quantity of hormones like Ryan or Manny could produce, would take having that young body Sam was waiting for.

Sam yawned a few times and knew he would need a nap to make it the rest of the day. Sam grabbed the remote and clicked some buttons making Manny stand up looking unfettered except for the sweat down he front of his tee shirt and the scent of sperm that radiated from his face. Manny quickly walked out of Sam's office and Manny returned to his bench and the two studs started up pumping iron once again.

Sam was looking rather dehydrated and flushed from having three boy sized ejaculations that morning. Taking a long drink from the water cooler, Sam then managed to stuff his semi hard cock back into his stained underwear then zip up his pants.

"Whew!" was all Sam could utter as he sat at his desk and stretched his legs out giving his crotch a good massage and squeeze. Soon his eyes got heavy and once his eyes closed, he was off for an unscheduled nap. Sam's head slumped over onto his desk, so that his forehead met the desk top straight on. As the old man began to snore heavily, the nanobots were working feverishly to replenish Sam's sperm supply and prepare the old man for yet another episode when Sam commanded it.

The ringing of his desk phone woke Sam. He answered half asleep.

"Hello, Sam here," he said groggily.

"Hey, old friend, it's Raul, just calling from the jail to wish you a happy retirement," the voice said.

Sam's eyes widened, Raul was hinting that someone might be listening in. Sam flipped on his computer. Raul's call was supposed to indicate his final payment had been transferred. The DSL connection put Sam through to his Cayman Island's bank account in less than 20 seconds. Sam keyed in his user id, pass code, and password combinations.

"Raul, yes, I'm have a party in a couple of weeks. Think you'll be able to make it?" Sam replied.

"Well, that depends on the judge's ruling next week. My attorney originally thought I'd be released on my own recognizance after sentencing, but now he thinks I may not be allowed out of jail at all," Raul said with real concern in his voice.

Sam blinked, and pursed his lips. All the money had been transferred, but that had assumed Manny and Raul would be able to be alone together, but if Raul remained in custody. Sam paused in thought.

"You hear me, Sam?" Raul asked.

"Yes, just a bit of a shock. But I'm sure the shock you're experiencing now is worse. All that stress can cause heart attacks and strokes. I just hope that you don't have an attack when you're in the courthouse. But I suppose if you do, the courthouse is only minutes from emergency response," Sam replied hinting back, "You take care of yourself. I'll understand if you can't make my retirement party, Raul."

"Thanks, Sam, thanks a lot for your concern and understanding," Raul said wiping his brow. Sam would make sure he got that Manny's body.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Click.

RAUL AND MANNY

Sam picked up the phone and called Danny to update him on revising the plan for swapping Manny to Raul.

Manny grinned when Sam asked him to ride with him and Ryan on a call to the courthouse. The paramedics were guided into a cloak room of the main entry to the courthouse. There lay Raul Brooks panting heavily, three police officers hovered nearby. Raul's lawyer Orson Mako held Raul's head in his lap. He looked genuinely concerned. Of course, his concern wasn't so much about Raul's health as the body swap he knew was about to happen.

"Officers, would you mind stepping out of the room. You can guard the doors, but I think your presence is stressing him out," Mako said.

The sergeant looked at Sam, and said, "If he gives you any trouble, we'll be just outside the door." He and the other cops exited closing the door behind them.

Jonas/Ryan grinned, positioned the special gurney behind Manny's calves, then he grabbed Manny's shoulders and pushed the gurney with his leg. Manny fell backwards on to the gurney, and opened his mouth in surprise as the syringe penetrated his arm, and the nanobots were activated.

Manny lay immobilized with a surprised expression frozen on his face. His mouth was open in the shape of an "O". Jonas/Ryan started to unzip his Dickies.

"What are you doing, Jonas? You're supposed to strip him, not strip yourself," snapped Sam. He was unbuckling Raul's belt, and he looked up at Mako and said, "Hey, you can help me undress Raul, now. They need to swap clothes after the transformation, so don't damage the clothing as you remove it."

Raul quickly recovered from his attack, pulling off his tie, as Mako took his jacket, and Sam pulled down his pants. Raul kicked off his penny loafers. Jonas/Ryan had Manny down to his dark blue boxers with the NYFD logo on the left leg. Sam held the remote that he removed from the gurney. He pushed the button, and Manny's cock popped up and out of his fly. Then Sam saluted, and activated the preprogrammed sequence. Manny sat straight up. Then moving like a robot he walked stiff legged over to Raul.

Raul's heart was beating faster and faster with the anticipation of transforming into Manny's young tan Latino body. Manny's face was emotionless as the young stud stiffly walked over to where Raul was laying.

"Raul?" Sam shouted to get his attention- "lets take off Manny's boxers before this starts, I can tell you from experience they might cut off the blood supply of Manny when he becomes the new host of your body.

"Oh Fuck you Sam!" "I could care less if this fucked up body of mine survives after the swap! I paid for Manny's body and those blue boxers look so hot on him ya Know?"

Manny began to mount Raul's body, aligning their male parts as best he could before physical contact would be made.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Raul shouted as if Manny knew how to make the body swap happen any faster. Raul was impatient enough to lift his legs up around Manny's mid-section and pull the hot hispanic into him.

"Got you now young stud!" Raul shouted while Sam the paramedic kept notice of Raul's blood pressure. He was concerned at the old man's racing pulse.

"I sure hope he makes it through this thing- even with the help of the nanobots, were talking a very radical change that’s about to happen."

Jonas/Ryan was reliving his own transformation as he watched on as Manny was about to give away his precious youth and latino good looks, to a man who had been wasting away in his body for years now. Raul was nothing more than a criminal extraordinaire who on the street was known as the perfect example of what the term "scum bag" meant.

Soon Raul was shaking erratically and his blood pressure was going dangerously high as Manny's crotch and Raul's pressed hard together. Manny's boned out cock nestled just below Raul’s pee hose between his low hanging aged ball sacs. Soon Manny began to pump his rich potent youth dew at the root of Raul's shaft and Manny's nanobot tainted sperm started to be absorbed into Raul's soft skin that surrounded his stubby cock.

Manny's release told the nanobots in Raul's body to release sperm from Raul's body and with a loud guttural sound, Raul's body complied.

A thick stream of Raul seed shot up onto Manny's tight stomach and stuck to his tan skin like glue until it was fully absorbed into the Latinos abdominal six pack. For a few moments the two were connected by a thick ropy string of cum. The nanobots from Raul contained the old man's genetic imprint. As a rapid wave of change flowed into Raul's body, his internal organs began to rejuvenate and hormone production and levels of testosterone started to rise like the boner Raul would have soon enough.

Manny's body changed color first - gone was the Latino tan and dark handsome features, replaced with a pale almost alabaster shade of white. Then splotchy brown patches of liver spots and cancerous moles erupted all over his wrinkled pale hide. Rich dark wavy hair that once filled Manny's boyish head was thinning out and turning white, while Manny's perfectly toned body just gave way to the inevitable; transforming the youth into Raul's frail, worn-out carcass. The bald spot near the center of his head grew to reach his temples. Raul chuckled and pulled the toupee off his head and slammed it down on the balding youth's aging head.

Raul's blood pressure was coming down fast as his body quickly transformed into a very handsome, tan clone of what Manny used to look like. He felt light-headed, and giddy with his new found vigor. Every dysfunction, every disease and every bit of fat tissue was replaced with Manny's healthy tone down to every curve of his pectoral definition and abdominal muscle array.

What remained of Manny was nothing more than an over used, over stressed, chain smoking and physically challenged lump of flesh.

"Get this old thing off me" Raul/Manny shouted as he released his muscular legs from around Manny/Raul's waist, and pushed his old body away with his new strong legs. The paramedic hefted the now bruised body of Manny/Raul off the floor. The now old naked man was covered with Raul's suit trousers and shirt. His jacket was laid across the old man's chest. was carried off to the gurney Manny and Ryan had come in with and amazingly the transformed body was still breathing, but that was the only positive thing anyone could say.

Raul/Manny jumped to the floor quickly. He wanted to shower as quickly as he could and remove the sweat, cum, stench and feces that belonged to his former body, but that would have to wait until he got back to the fire station. He took his dirty underwear and wiped down his body. Then he pulled on the dark blue boxers, Dickies, and patch covered shirt that the paramedic had been wearing. He ran his fingers through his hair and grinned.

Raul/Manny gave Sam a fast hug, then winked at Jonas/Ryan. He stood on one end of the gurney, as Sam readied a small canister of oxygen and plastic mask.

Struggling feebly in the straps securing him to the gurney, Manny/Raul asked in a breathless voice, "Sam, what's happened to me? Wait how can I be over there?" He pointed at his former body as it buttoned his shirt.

"Nighty, night, Manny," Sam said placing the chloroform laced mask over the patient's mouth.

The transformed Manny was wheeled out of the cloakroom and into the courthouse lobby. Police moved to escort the paramedics and the fallen councilman out to the ambulance. The lawyer followed mutely staring walking like a man sleepwalking.

Raul/Manny fell back and whispered to Mako, "Tell everyone that the councilman had a stroke and heart attack and may have suffered brain damage." Then he rejoined the others to carry the gurney down the steps.

Mako had known that the paramedic and his client were going to exchange identities, but he had expected a make up kit and an exchange of clothing, not what he had witnessed. Raul Brooks had literally stolen the young Hispanic paramedic's body. What was the crime he had witnessed? Bodysnatching involved stealing corpses. Kidnapping? Assault? The old man on the gurney seemed to be having a real heart attack, was he an accomplice to murder? He walked numbly out of the courthouse. He blinked in the daylight as he watched the gurney disappear down the courthouse steps and into the ambulance. He took a deep breath trying to fathom the ramifications. Then he smiled suddenly. With those nanobots, you could become anybody. You could become young again. Heck, you could be practically immortal!


Manny/Raul ended up in the hospital receiving an emergency quadruple bypass. The do-not-resuscitate order was filed with the hospital by the attorney Mako. Then the half-dead patient was hooked up to a morphine drip.

Back at the firehouse, Raul/Manny stripped out of his clothes, and headed for the shower room. He lathered up, and washed away the scent of his old body. He didn't even feel like smoking a cigarette. For the first time in 30 years, he didn't crave a smoke. Sam, Jonas/Ryan, and Mako joined Raul/Manny in the shower room. Mako popped open the bottle of Dom Perignon and Sam passed around the glasses. The group of men who had planned and witnessed the event were toasting it as just another example of Mature minds with sufficient desire could once again trump youth and virility and cheat the Reaper.

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