Stuck in the mirror

You don't understand what is happening. Sometimes you just aren't there, blips in your perception of time. One second your stolen body is walking out the door and the next you're walking along a bar, throwing back cocktails like a bridesmaid and rubbing your cock at anyone who glances at you.

The next I'm looking back at myself as I use both hands to hold the hose between my legs, the piss distorted by the large metal ring. I look at myself in the mirror and wink.

The next time I exist again is inside some room, a wall of mirrors reflect on an effeminate bedroom, I lead a large assed boy to the bed, throwing him over my lap and coloring his ass. I look up at the mirrors, getting a good look at my form naked.

My skin was covered in tattoos, lewd depictions of bondage scenes and phallus'. Rings were showcased on my ears, eyebrow, tongue, and most notably my nose. A large septum piercing sticks out your nose, making your look like a rutting bull.

You looked like a low life who spent all his time sticking into whatever ass he could find. Hair a wild version of a mohawk.

You see yourself smirking, the being the snatched your body delighting the shock you have at seeing your appearance.

He has the twink jumping up and down on his massive cock, holding onto his nipple piercings like reigns. Your tattooed hand gripping and spanking hard enough to leave bruises. The whole time you're degrading the boy you're fucking. Calling him a cocksleeve and teasing him about how loose you're going to leave his hole.

The entire time this is happening your stolen body is staring directly at you, laughing at your involuntary pleasure and making a silent promise that he's not going to stop any time soon.

When the fucking finally ends three rounds later you watch yourself turn to the twink.

"What's with these mirrors?" you ask.

"I'm a dancer," he flirts, foot lifting to caress your still exposed package. "Why, does it creep you out?"

"No," you smile, "I think I'll set up a room like this. I really like watching myself."

You spend the rest of your days as a stranger in your own life. Only existing when your body looks in a mirror and that's usually only when you're fucking someone's son or having your ass stretched out by the numerous cocks that visit you. Nights are filled with you staring at yourself, showing how easily you fit toys into your ass, or how silly you look gagging on your own cock. Needless to say you escaped, just not with your life.