Takeovers Break the Soul

“It’s you who broke him,” Stan shouted at his younger step-brother.

“No. It’s you who last used his body. You’re the reason why he’s broken.” Harry shouted back.

“He was already broken beforehand. Now I know why you’re refraining from possessing him these past few days. It’s because you wanted me to be the last to possess dad before he breaks apart, so you can blame me.”

The two stepbrothers spat on each other with harsh words and accusations. They do not want to take the blame and assume the consequences. Behind them, their father and his eyes droned endlessly in the distance. He does not move an inch except to breathe. It wasn’t like this four months ago. Back then, it was Randy shouting at his sons. They were products of his failed marriages, and he couldn’t help but place his romantic frustrations on them. He didn’t assault them physically. But the verbal lashes and harsh expectations were enough to make a rough upbringing for the two brothers. He shouted at them for the smallest of mistakes and routinely embarrassed them by belittling their achievements. This happened for years under the guise of everyone’s eyes. Everyone saw Randy as a loving father who brought his sons to success. Stan was a star football athlete, while Harry garnered heaps of academic recognition.

Randy would soon earn his comeuppance when Harry learned how to astrally project his soul. He discovered it from reading an old tome in the library and didn’t actually expect it to work. Of course, his first set of actions was to get back at his father. He planned on using it to topple some of his stuff and scare him shitless. But due to his poor flight control, he accidentally phased into his dad and possessed his body. It didn’t last long since it was a new skill. However, he immediately taught Stan the skill.

For the following days, the step-brothers took turns possessing their abusive father. Taking over his body took a few minutes at the start. As they possessed him more and chipped his waking hours, the duration extended until they could take a day at most.  They used his body to partake in fleshly acts with his son. For a 40-year-old, he maintained a top physique that was envied even among Stan’s teammates. Stan was a lot more touchy when he was in Randy’s body. He maneuvered his big hairy body to give intimate lovemaking to his stepbrother. As for Harry, he is a beast under Randy’s skin. The newfound enormity and power were enough to make him drunk. He’d topple Stan on the best and ram his massive dick, and he would not stop until he was utterly pleased.

Randy quickly noticed the frequent blackouts and the lack of libido over the passing weeks. It’s not the stress, and he's sure of it. It’s something else. The truth was revealed to him when he set up video cameras around the house. He learned that every time he lost consciousness, one of his sons was sleeping in their room. It was the same for every single one. He knew it was their fault somehow. The idea was cemented when he saw himself having sex with either Harry or Stan. Little did he know, Harry’s astral body was floating behind him. After that, they increased their possession of their father, leaving him with only six hours of waking moments at most. Randy tried to fight back, but his sons had grown too powerful to oppose them. Fighting was meaningless, and life as he knew it had ended. After four months of relentless possession, Randy was a husk. His mind or soul wasn’t broken or anything. It was because he simply gave up. He devolved into a plaything for them. While his sons argued about who broke him, he could’ve said that both were at fault. But he knew, deep inside, that it was he who made his sons that way. It was his fault in the end.