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Munich 2
by blufman1
Chapter 2I had a constant stream of friends and family visit me over the summer, as I tried to pretent that Gunter was in this body, fuck how I enjoyed that. Old boyfriends, shags mates, I played the part well and soon fell into my new life naturally.
I was the son of a rich family, living on an allowance so I didn't work, and diodnt need too, this suited me down to the ground as the sex was just intoxicating, and it was my true drug.
I had been building my body up so the muscles were starting to show and the idea of showing them off turned me on. Bear chested with a leather waistcoat, that was my dress until the rains came. In the clubs and bars I attracted attention, and enjoyed every minute.
One night I had been out clubbing and was walking home. I was out of my mind on speed and drink.
I decided to walk down a tow path near the canal. It was dark, very dark, but in that state I didn't care. It smelt of dampness and plant life, the dew was on each leaf and stalk.
As I wakled in there were the normal tramps sleeping on the benches, I was looking for some hot leather man. I walked right through, about half a mile there was no one there, FUCK I said as I headed back.
FUCK came a voice from the darkness, please! I looked and could see no one, but the voice came from a clump of bushes, so in I went. Stupid fool I would regret this.
I peered into the darkness and a guy got hold of me, You horny fucker, give me your arse. He started to loosen my chaps, FUCK OFF I said, I couldn't see him , and he was moving too quick. I turned round and started to walk away. An arm came round my neck and pulled me back in. YOUR MINE FAGGOT!!, I started to shout, but he forced something into my mouth, it was so filthy and stunk so bad, SHUT THE FUCK UP CUNT. I was on the ground in seconds, He put his hands in my pockets and took my wallet and money, nice, I need some cash, He went through my wallet, and took a letter, this is where you live homo, is it? At this he violently kicked me in the stomach. I doubled up in pain, another followed, answer me.
Yessss, my eyes were getting accustomed to him, I saw him, muscled, but a tramp, so filthy the dirt was so bedded into him it looked like leather.
Take me there, he stood me up and made me walk in front. No one was out it was 4am.
We arrived at the flat he took the keys and opened it, anyone else in, I looked at him and did not answer, If they are they are dead.
He pushed me in and opened each door.when he was satisfied he pushed me into the bedroom.
Nice place faggot, give it to me, I need a base, maybe take your place. I bet I could be a mincing queen.
I was so terrified. He turned the light on, and I saw him properly for the first time. he was attractive, same shape and look and colouring as me. He could be my brother. He was wearing old combat trousers, they were so filthy that they were black in places and were shiny, his boots wer worn the leather cracking, they were laced , he just stunk to high heavens.
He started to search and found my cche of chemms, wow some supply, we are in for a hot night faggot.
He walked over to me and foced me to take 3 pills, FUCK I thought that's too much, it wasn't long before I started to drift.
He lifted a chair and put me on it in the bathroom.
He started to strip, jacket hoody, both so filthy and stinkin, and threw them at me, your neew clothes man he said, then the combats, and some filthy piss stained long johns under them and the shoes,.
He was so stinking and dirty. You like faggot eh? I did, it was getting me hard and he could see.
He went over to the sink and started to shave, he had a large beard but using my clippers, he soon had stubble and a Mexican moustache.
Now he started to shave his head. When he finished, he washed his face. What do you think queer boi he said, FUCK, he looked just like me, He got close to me and started to kiss me, as he did, he fiddled with my ears. As he drew back I could see he had taken my rings and he was positioning them on his ears, There we go, he said, now he took out my nose rine, and put it in his. Don't I look the fucking part homo.
My nips had the rings taken then my cock. Fuck theres feel so great on me. It will be your clothes next puff
next he was in the shower, I tried to stand up but couldn't and fell,straight onto the pile of his clothes, the y stunk but were very horny and turned me on. he looked out, don't try to escape MR I need your clothes, and your identity, Your going to enjoy being a lousy tramp Mr.
I was terrified, he was going to take my place, what would he do with me.
He stepped out and dried off.
His dick was hard, now I need your clothes to finish it off.
He lifted my leg and started to pull of my boots, then my socks, my breeches left me next then my jock. He got down and took my cock starp, and then in seconds it was all on him
The more he dressed the more he looked like me. My rings arm bands chain, shirt jacket
The lot
The transfer was complete.
Well Mr what do u think? He was identical. What the fuck are you going to do, your not me, I am! You are now a loser Mr, I the fucking gay boi now, your life is now mine, nobody will know the difference. Im looking forward to living here, in your gear, with your money and lifestyle. Bed id be a great gay shag eh?
He then started to dress me in the filthy stinking gear he had worn,
He put me on my back and started to pull the long johns on my legs, they were yellow with age and so filthy huge stains on the arse and dick, they smelt so ripe, it was sickening. He pukked them so far up, they caressedmy dick and balls. Real man stink, I was getting hard
I couldnt resist. Then the old combats, they fitted me perfectly, he fastened them, and zipped in my dick, old socks so ripe they were slimy on my feet, holes all over, then his boots. He laced them up. You look good MR
He sttod me up and pulled an old T shirt over my head it was so filthy, and stink of BO and beer
Then the hoody top and the old stinking leather jacket.
Look he said as he stood me in front of the mirror, what do u think what a transformation. Fuck im going to enjoy it here, and you will really like the canal, My dick was ridgid and seeping, I was so horny, and he could see it, the filthy smell and feel of his gear was turning me on.see you wabt it boi, be a real man, and ill be the faggot. You can have my history in the army memories of my wife and kids, ill be a dilthy worthless rich cunt now giving my arese to the biggest dick. Gotta act limp and camp, maybe the change will make you a man, he laughed and laughed, he started to feel his arse in my jeans, he enjoyed the leather. Feeling his chest and enjoying every minute. I could see the leather was interacting with him, giving him my sensations and feelings, he was really taking my place.he strutted the room and checked himself in the mirror, each time the leather got tighter shaping itself to him.
He pulled me over to the sink and cut my moustache and rubbed some dirt off his boots and into my skin on my face, dirty fucking tramp, loser.
Nooo, please your not me I said slurring my words. Only you and I will know that he said Take a drink he said and he forced whisky into me two full bottles I was out of it. I could see and hear but had no control.
He got a house palnt and fored my finers in the soil and rubbed the dirt in my hands so I looked the part. He lay me on the floor and pissed all over me, the lifted me up, I was helpless.He lay me over the sink and started to push his huge dick deep inside me. There was nothing I could do. I enjoyed the feeling so much, I came twice adding to the filth in the long jonhs, then I pissed myself, He pulled at my shoulders as he lunged into me, í want to be you, gunter, Im the faggot now, I want to live your life, Your Nathan, enjoy your new life, he started to cum wads deep inside of me.
I lay on the floor watching him, he was exactly like me, fuck he couldn't pull it off surely. Im no tramp. I watching as he got used to my flat and gear, my food, sitting at the table, eating from my plates, wearing my gear, Then phoning on my phone, as he sat down the leather gear moulded to his shape, it good to be gay he said, laughing at me. He lit up a joint and sat with his boots on my stomach, or rather my boots.he was reading my papers memorising things about me, reading my letters finding out about my family, gunter hammerstaed, that's me, true fucking german. He repeated my birdate place of birth etc, things about my familiy. Im you now gunter, im you, im the faggot boi, me a rich little cuntboi. And you're the tramp.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
He openened it. It was Peter, Hi Gunter he said, and kissed him, he responded. In he came, I tried to speak, peter help, he kicked me hard, who the fuck is he, said Peter, some old tramp I took pity on.
Fuck you're a brave man letting him in here. I tried to get peters attention, but it wasn't too long before he was on top of the impersonator and in bed, after hours of fucking peter didntr notice any difference and belived it was me. What was I going to do. Before he left Gunter said, give me a hand getting him back to the canal. Peter and him took an arm each and walked me over to the canal It was dark and damp and smelled, of the vegetation around, I tried to speak but couldn't, Peter said he fucking stinks, maybe we shoul just fuck him and let him float away in the canal better ending for him. and he found the spot where we met, there was some cardboard and a few possessions, he lay me down, and whispered, enjoy it, this is you now.
They both walked away.
It was mid day and I woke up, I was still well gone but could walk, I was going to have that bastard. As I walked towards the falt, there he was with peter in a street café, wearing my levis chaps high boots waistcoat, and cap. My piercing in his ear shone in the sunlight and it caught the silver ring in his nose, his nips sttod out with my rings in the and my tick silver chain lay round his neck. He was wearing al my rings one on each finger, fuck I looked great I thought, that's my image and im having it back, Petr wil help me.Fuck he looked great, but that was my life and I was going to have it back. I went up to the tab;e, and got hold of him, your cunt I shouted and pushed at him, Peter junped up and grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me throwing me into the road, FUCK OFF YOU FIYHY CUNT he said. He look at the impersonator, see I said you shouldn't help. Peter its me I said, but my voice was still slurred.
Go away boi, he said to me or ill call the police, call them I said, and they did.
Within minutes they were there, and they explained I had attached him peter witnessed it as did others, the police held me and I explained my story, they looked at each other, careful, he has a knife shouted the impersonator, where said the policemen, he put it in his leg pocket. The pushed me on the front of the car and searched me, yes it was there, and they found crystal meth, enough to deal, Your coming with us.
No I screamed, he has stolen my life Im Gunter hammerstead, not him, he and peter laughed, too many chems they said to the police. I was cuffed and bundled into the back of the car. Then it struck me this nightmare was real
In the car I tried to tell the cops but the y ignored me, fucking shut up you dirty filthy tramp
I got to the station, and they searched me. He had a passport on him, Nathan johns, he was exactly like me and me him. I was a Canadian. They took my fingerprints and picture and his name went on the record. Fuck now my fingerprints matched his identity , nooooo.
In the morning I was thrown out. So back to the canal I went then to my flat.The clothes stuck too me, and the smell was riveting, he opened the door, FUCK, and pulled me in.
You cunt go away, I don't want you here Nathan. This is y house my life, ive taken it from you, im Gunther now, no! I shouted, he threw me against a wall he was strong, aand it winded me. The next minute he was on top of me, like your new name Nathan? He said, like your filthy clothes nd your new life, Canadian boi, I struggled but couldn't move. Now I am you cunt, understand it, or ill wipe you out, he showed me a syring, I struggled and he jabbed me in the arm, . next time cunt Ill overdose you., and they will find you in the canal, and who the fuck will acre about a tramp.
I need you passwords and bank codes, faggot, so spill the beans, give them to me. I passed out.
When I woke up I was tied down and gagged. He was sitting at the far side of the room, napping. He looked unbelievable, it was me, tight leather jeans with a white stripe, fitted him to perfection showing every curve, the highly polished boots,, on his feet, the waistcoat, tatts on his arms identical to mine, his tan, piercings, the miurcap, he ws an exact replica of who I used to be.
I struggled, and he woke, Keep still Nathan, Im not Nathan, Im Gunter, Suddenley he delivered a huge blow to my face, NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN. You are Nathan.
I started to speak and he forced my mouth open and forced some drugs in. Your with me now till you're a full time druggy Nat. and he started to laugh, I was tripping and couldn't stop myself
.
Hours went by, I woke up, he was there , who are you'gunter' he punched me so violently, and more drugs were forced.
Again, who are you, I hesitated, he looked at me, with pure evil. Im Im Im Nathan, Good he said, who am I Gunter.
Excellent boi, he questioned me on my family and I told him everything he wrote it down then bank accounts the lot, he had my history my money my gear my house my looks, he was me. And me, well Nathan is my name mow, im a tramp in Munich.
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* Munich 2
01:35 on 2010-01-12
Best story I have seen here
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* Munich 2
20:47 on 2010-01-17
Great story line. Nice different ID switch from Part 1. Good Job!
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* Munich 2
13:43 on 2010-05-28 by Riches2Rags
Would love to see how Nathan comes to accepts his new humiliating life as a tramp.Let's see him begging.
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* Munich 2
13:45 on 2010-05-28 by Riches2Rags
Would love to see how Nathan comes to accepts his new humiliating life as a tramp.Let's see him begging.
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