The burglar was lying on Jeff's bed jacking off into the zentai that was Jeff. The two guys were having a great time. Both were oblivious to the sound of a motorcycle pulling up. Jake, Jeff's brother had come home early. His date had not gone well. Jake was angry and sexually frustrated. He was going to have a big glass of milk and the last slice of cake. He opened the fridge, and saw the cake was gone. A plate with crumbs on it sat in the sink. He balled his fist, and immediately assumed Jeff had eaten his piece of cake. In fact, the burglar had. He heard Jeff's bed creaking, and headed upstairs.
He ran upstairs and threw open Jeff's door. It banged shut behind him. There was a guy in zentai suit jerking off on Jeff's bed. The guy was definitely not Jeff. The zentai showed off the burglar's broad chest and muscled build. Jeff was a wimp. Jake wasn't.
"Who are you? What have you done with my brother?" Jake demanded.
The burglar bolted slipping through Jake's arms and he flung open the door and dashed through it. Oops. He chose the wrong door. He found himself trapped in Jeff's closet, as Jake closed and wedged the door shut with a chair.
"Now, where's my brother?" Jake demanded.
"How should I know? No one was home when I got here," Bob the burglar said. "Now let me out!" Jeff was probably still out with his friends playing video games or something.
"Or you'll call the cops?" Jake asked.
Jeff was messy, but the clothes on the floor didn't look like what Jeff usually wore. He picked up the jeans and took out the wallet.
"So you're Robert Katz? Bob Katz?" snickered Jake.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" moaned Bob. Jeff the suit was exploring new parts of Bob's body. Bob's hand buried itself in his own butt crack driving the spandex that was Jeff deep inside him.
With the door firmly wedged under the closet door handle, Jake sat at the Chronivac, and googled "Robert Katz". At least that's what he thought he had done, until the screen opened up with a naked image of Robert "Bob" Katz, and details of Subject 2.
"Fuck, Jeff's got a Chronovac?" Jake said, then he thought to himself, You'd never it know it to look at him, or maybe he uses it only on dates for one night stands. A stud with no commitments, hm? If I call the cops on Bob, they'll probably just let him go, and break in to someone else's home. He found his hand massaging his blue balls, and decided to change the burglar, and get his rocks off in the process.
First thing he did was shift Bob's dominance factor down to zero. The burglar who had been banging the closet door became very quiet. Jake grinned. He continued typing.