The sky is heavy and grey, and thunder roiled in the distance. The smell of petrichor hangs in the air. The weather is melancholic, yet a smile that reaches from ear to ear is masked on Josh's face. How could he not smile when he had this power on his side? The ability to stop time and possess other people? Ha! He's the most powerful man in the world. As he entered the gates of his school, he whispered the ancient tongue and time slowed to a halt. Raindrops lay frozen mid-air, never reaching their final destination towards the ground. The murmurs of the busy morning hallway disappeared. All the colors of the world descended to black and white. Silence is paramount, except for Josh's footsteps as he giddily looked at the frozen bodies of students.
Josh walked over to a teacher, male and balding. He does not recognize him but judging by the look, he knew he must be teaching one hell of a boring subject. And boring teachers tend to be easily angered. Josh slipped his hand inside the teacher's pants and cupped his sweaty balls. It's wrinkled, and hairy, yet warm and alive despite the frozen landscape. He heard no warning, nor fits of anger. Just his frozen face, eternally staring at the unmoving hallway.
What Josh did is disgusting. It was too late to regret his thought. Of all the balls he could fondle, he chose those from someone old. But like what he said, it's too late for takebacks. Josh walked the frozen hallway, casually stopping by to fondle the balls of handsome men both old and young. It's the better decision this time around.
Josh stopped when saw him. A boy that's just about his age, but the air around him gives the sense that he is a little older. He's frozen in the middle of his run, one of his feet stamped on the ground while the other is raised in the air. His hair is a mess, and there's frozen sweat falling from his forehead. He's got soft black eyes filled with worry. His attire consists of a blue basketball shirt and shorts, both starting to get drenched in sweat. Josh got closer and realized how taller he was than he. And getting closer meant he got in proximity to the smell. 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺... Josh said to himself. He poked his nose inside the boy's armpits and took a huge whiff of his smell. It's got no hair so it's a buffet for Josh. He prodded it with his tongue and lathered the flat surface of his tongue all over the boy's skin. He savored the taste and the smell. He savored this dream of his where he gets to feast on someone's flesh.
Josh's tongue took a large journey to the boy's crotch. Surprisingly, the boy is getting harder. Does rushing to his practice get him hard? Or this is the remnant of his morning wood? Questions only served to delay the inevitable. Josh swallowed the entirety of the boy's cock and balls, lathering it with saliva and playful motions of his tongue. He tasted it for what seemed to be hours, uncaring for the passage of time. Josh could take all the time in the world to extract all he could taste from the boy's body.
But stopping time is not the only power of the spell. Josh remembered his other blessings when his jaw got tired of sucking the boy's cock. Time is stopped and it seems it meant the boy could not cum. He just stood there, face frozen with no knowledge of how his body got violated. Josh carried the boy's body to the nearest bathroom, but not before removing its occupiers and locking the door. He removed the boy's clothes and laid them on a neat pile near the sink.
For a moment, the boy looked like a statue. He doesn't have any distinct muscles, but you could barely see the edges lined with soft shadows and the sight of how dripping sweat curved around them. Josh wrapped his arms around the boy, feeling the coldness of his frozen body envelope him whole. And with that, he sank.
Josh melted inside of the boy's body, like a hot searing knife disappearing in a cold tub of lard. The coldness from before turned to warmth. And with warmth came darkness and its eventual return to the light. Josh opened his eyes and heard the return of time in the form of murmurs of the crowd. Color returned to the world, which seemed oddly more vibrant than before. And with it, Josh felt his crotch tighten as the hours of pleasure distilled into a single release of his hot steaming semen into the air.
"AHHHHHH!!!" Josh screamed in his new deeper voice. He screamed as his balls emptied their contents onto the drain below. He was like a faucet spurting out his white cum as pleasures beyond imagining rocked his core. Needles danced on his back as his limbs convulsed from the degree of sensations invading every second of his waking moment. He'd collapse on the floor if he didn't quickly grab to the ledge and support himself.
Josh breathed heavily, then a sigh of relief. When the pleasures ebbed away and clarity replaced them, he remembered who he is - or rather - who this boy is. His new name is Takeru, a returning player for the junior basketball team. He forgot to set an alarm yesterday, and he'd be late if he didn't go to his practice now. Josh muttered the same spell again and time stood to a halt. He used this endless opportunity to tissue away the gunk from his cock and dress back in the sweaty basketball uniform. And also to return the former occupiers of the restroom who suddenly found themselves peeing in the hallway.
With those done, Josh returned to the normal flow of time. The crowd of students who suddenly saw men peeing in the restroom found themselves dumbfounded when the boys were suddenly gone. And the boys themselves breathed a sigh of relief when they returned to the restroom after finding themselves peeing outside of it. And for Josh, what did he do next?