Shift, Part VIII

[Xyggurat]

My friends,

I'm sorry it's taken so long to write this episode of Shift. I got into a leg press competition with the Reverend Pat Robertson and severely injured myself. Needless to say, he won. Afterward, he and his imaginary friends kicked my ass.

The truth is this: I know the beginning and the ending of this story, and a few points in between. Sometimes writing takes me off of the road map and I need to force a chapter out to get me back into charted territory.

Since it's been a while since Part VII, I've listed previous entries below.

I think this chapter came out rushed (I wrote it in record time when I sat down to do it) and it's shorter than I'd like, but, as always, I appreciate your constructive criticism.

Previous entries:
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII

And now... part VIII.

-X-

[Xyggurat]

I'm no kind of slut.

That said, I've had a few guys cum in my mouth. Oral always seems to start the same way: the casual brush of my fingers against his thigh, and when he doesn't flinch or move away, a firmer--but still gentle--hand on the leg. The ethereal sensation of excitement transmogrifies into something solid and real, as the bulges in our trousers solidify and swell.

It's an awkward stage, where lust hasn't consumed the self-conscious impulses but has managed to make thinking difficult. I trace his bulge with the backs of my fingers. He traces mine. Inspiration flares. It's only a deft movement or two before his cock is released, and it's in my mouth. I try to be as safe about sex as possible, but head seems so innocent. The cock never tastes precisely good, but cum--I've had guys that have been tangy, salty, even vaguely sweet. The flavors are all variations on the vile undertone of semen, there had been no exceptions to that rule.

Thus, it was to my great and rightful surprise that the demon's semen tasted like chocolate. Devil's food cake, to be exact. Fitting.

I almost choked on the load he shot down my throat. It was hotter than a man's should be, almost scalding. I struggled to swallow with his massive member still impaling my mouth. The fluid left behind tingling spots of effervescence in my mouth, and even when he finally pulled out of me, they did not go away.

My muscles felt swollen and sore, as if I had just worked out, but there was something different. A faint buzz leapt up my spine, sending out warm creepers down my back. The sheets underneath me shifted, as if something were pulling them against my back. I glanced down at my forearm. It was definitely thicker than before, though not quite as solid as it had been before my experience with Shift. Even as I watched, the muscle of my arm was solidifying, pulsing ever-so-faintly back toward its old lean size.

I looked up from the transformation taking place beneath my skin. Shift was smiling. His empty eyes tantalized me. I would have likened him to a snake charmer taming a cobra, but the relationship was turned upside down: he was the beast and I the mortal man.

"You taste like chocolate," I said.

"Appropriate, no?"

"Fucking chocolate. Your cum tastes like chocolate."

"We've established this," he said, branding me an idiot with his smile. "Did you enjoy dessert?"

"I want more," I breathed.

Shift shook his head. "No."

I frowned. "Aren't you supposed to do as I say? I'm your master."

The demon rolled his eyes. Since they were completely black, I gathered this from a quirk in his brow. He looked down at me, still kneeling in front of him, one of my hands on his muscled leg. He breathed, and his abs clenched in front of my face. I almost came again. Oh, yeah. I was in real control of this situation.

"You seem to be more or less returned to your old state."

I was, almost. Only someone who worked as hard and gained so little as I did would notice the little accents. I was not quite the same as before. My biceps were a little more slender, the hair on my face a little less dense. I massaged one of my pectorals and immediately felt the lessened solidity of the muscle.

Shift looked as he had upon first manifesting. My eyes had been conducting an in-depth study of the demon since his arrival, and I could say with certainty that he was not harboring the remains of my muscle. A cold knot formed in my stomach.

"I'm not as big as I was," I said. "And I didn't have much to lose. Where's the rest?"

"I ate it. There was no microwave popcorn around."

"Seriously?" I got up. He didn't look taller, but our proportions to one another were off. His eyes were clearly higher than before.

"No. You're gullible."

I punched him in the shoulder. It was meant as a friendly gesture. A moment after the blow connected I realized that punching an ancient demon wasn't the best way to ensure I'd live to see the next day. His muscles were solid, and my wrist hurt. Shift rewarded me with a Cheshire grin. There was something plastic and ingenuine about his expression.

He threw me on the bed, lifting me and hurling me down with one hand. Swift as a striking snake, he was atop me, his mammoth cock pressing against my belly. I felt his eight-pack contract. As he spoke, it pressed into my inferior abdomen. I didn't even bother struggling as he laid hot kisses on my neck. One of his hands barely stroked my penis, but I was near on the edge of orgasm.

"I work as a gate for the transfered energy," he told me between kisses. "When I am used, a bit of energy is consumed. The amount is negligible. When we enact your vengeance, you will have more than enough to replace it."

I gasped and tried to think of puppies as a warm rush flooded into my groin. "You're like a demonic ATM," I wheezed.

"You're endurable when you're quiet," the demon growled.

He attacked my mouth with his own, his tongue parting my lips with a savage frenzy. I clawed at his unyielding chest, flailed at the pleasure roaring through my veins. I was going to cum, I knew it, and I scrabbled against the sheets of my bed. They were again damp with my sweat.

The demon's lust was inexorable. He ran a practiced hand down my side, the touch becoming a cruel tickle as he reached the sensitive skin between my hip and crotch. His eyes showed no emotion, but his face was set in a cruel smirk when he broke our kiss.

Then he rolled off of me and lay there, grinning up at the ceiling.

"That's it!?" I hissed.

"I want to talk," he sighed in an almost feminine way.

"You're toying with me."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you're boring, Johnny." As if to emphasize the fact, Shift yawned.

He covered his mouth with a well-formed hand, and I got lost in the flexion of his chest, abs, and arms. My cock was pointing at the ceiling despite how my face heated at his rejection of me.

"You're not ready for me," he decided.

I sat up straight. "What?"

"You're not prepared for what this will require of you." He turned away to glance at his box. "You should take me back to the magic shop now."

I grabbed his shoulder, and yanked my hand away a moment later. Damn, he was hot.

"I'm definitely ready. You don't have the right to make that decision. I'm your master, remember?"

"Tell me about your boyfriend," he said.

"I'd rather not," I responded uncertainly, caught off guard by the change of subject.

"Tough." He settled his cold black eyes on me. "My box, or your boyfriend."

It didn't take too long of staring into those twin voids for me to start talking. My erection subsided the moment I thought of Danny. Strange, because when he was alive, I could never think of my boyfriend without getting one.

"Fine. He was the best thing that ever happened to me," I began.

Shift let out a sound that might have been laughter.

I didn't care. I continued. "I know, because since he died, the world has been darker. I don't mean to say that I want to kill myself, or that life's become a precipice over a neverending void. I don't worship death. When he first passed away, that was all I could thinking about: dying, and being with him."

Images flashed before my eyes. The squeal of metal. Glass shards gnashing through the air like the teeth of some monstrous predator. Trickling crimson streams. Pale green eyes going wide, then lifeless. They weren't my memories, but my mind was a master of artifice when it came to my own torture. I thought of the black man from my dreams. Maybe he was my inner masochist. Did I really need a malevolent subconscious entity when my conscious mind did such a good job of flogging me?

A storm of past mistakes whirled by my eyes. That time when I wouldn't speak up for Ross DiMarco when Billy Joyner said Ross had called him names. They just wanted to get Ross in trouble. The cool kids turned their wrath on anyone who stood up against them. Never admitting my mother that I was the one who broke her father's Eastern Airlines dish, the only tangible memory she had left of him. Never telling Danny, on that last day, that I loved him and I was wrong. I forced my mind through a break in the whirlwind of regrets and continued speaking.

"That passed, though, and a lot of other things became easier. At first, I couldn't even mention his name without bursting into tears. But something has been wrong with me ever since Danny died. I don't know how to describe this without being stupid, and you're probably not even listening."

I pushed myself up against the backboard of the bed and looked over at the demon. To my surprise, Shift was watching me, his supermodel face set in an expression of absolute concentration. He gestured for me to go on. There was a sudden chill inside me despite the heat of recent sex.

"Whenever I was with Danny, even when we argued, the world felt sharper. The first time I got glasses, I remember the same sensation. I thought I could see, but when the optometrist switched to the right lens, there was an entire world of detail I didn't know was there before. Now that he's gone, it's maddening. I know that there's an entire subtext to life that I'm missing because he's gone. The colors are still there, but my eyes can't see them."

I lapsed into silence and closed my eyes. Shift did not breathe, and but for the warmth that radiated off of his body I could have imagined myself alone.

"You loved him that much," said the demon.

"I hate him for leaving me," I snarled, long-collecting tears spilling down my face. "I hate you for making me tell you that."

"You just became interesting."

"I did?"

Shift leaned over and placed a hand on my bare stomach. Despite my experience, I was startled by the overpowering warmth of his skin against mine, and the way my erection leapt back to attention. Shift was straddling me in a heartbeat, settling himself so that my dick was a hair's breadth from his waiting ass. His leg muscles were taut, even though I knew there was no real tension holding him up.

The demon spoke with sudden fervor. "Give yourself to me, my master, and no one again will ever leave you against your wishes. You mortals think you know pleasure, but the secrets of sex and the power that it brings are the province of the undying. I will teach you control, to defend yourself against love and human constructs.

"I will set you apart and make you a man that seraphim in the heavens would envy.

"Just give over to me, fully. Let me become part of you, and let us do this thing. Let us begin your vengeance this very moment, so that you will never hurt again."

My gaze met Shift's. "Why? And how do I know you're not just going to change your mind again?"

"You don't. But for now, you interest me again."

"What did I say that was--"

"I am offering you this opportunity once," the demon hissed, his lips an inch from mine. I felt my cock touch the skin of his ass as he lowered himself closer to me. "Only once, because I think you may have what it takes to use me as I should be used. Do not take this offer lightly."

"Yes," I told him. "Do what you must."

He smirked.

There was a long moment where nothing happened. A droplet of sweat fell into my eye and my vision blurred.

When the world cleared, though, Shift was still faded. The edges of his form melded with the surroundings, becoming indistinguishable from the air around him. He wavered, and the more solid parts of him began evaporating into a smoke that was equal parts violet and black. The vapor smelled of roses and the tang of sex. As I breathed in, it gathered about my face, trickling in to me.

Shift caught in my throat, but I did not cough. Somehow I knew that I must not, that I must take it all in, but that same subconscious sense could not provide me with a tangible consequence for failure. I breathed deep of the mist that had been my demon, until I felt the heat rush into my lungs. Only then, when the entirety of him was gone and within me, did I dare breathe.

Heat rocketed through me, from toes to skull in a fraction of a second. It marched along with agonizing slowness to my heart, which was pounding like a hummingbird's wings. Once the heat had twined into my chest, it echoed along my arteries and veins, settling in my groin.My eyes went blind with the pleasure.

Hot, wet rain spattered down upon me, tasting of salt.

"As you will, my master," said Shift's voice.

He spoke from my mouth.

[sexiscriptor]

I'm so happy to see more of this story
happy happy happy happy sploooge ;p

[buffdoc]

Agreed. Interesting plot twist...

[jsmith2300]

X,

I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am to see you resume this story. We've all been patiently waiting for this latest chapter, and it didn't dissappoint.

Now that Shift and Johnny are one, I can't wait to see how he uses his new power on Reagan and Brent. You are the master of the muscle theft genre, and I am more excited than I can relay in words to see what happens next.

You rock, X! Thanks for the latest!

--jsmith

[theseventhwave]

Originally Posted by Xyggurat

"You're endurable when you're quiet," the demon growled.

[COLOR="Red"]Heeheehee - I got a huge kick out of that!

Xyggurat! Oooooo Baby! I LOVE your writing!

Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmmmmm!

On a scale of one to ten...YOU are an eleven![/COLOR]

[Xyggurat]

Haha, you guys are sweet. I started work on chapter 9 last night, but I tend to write chapters all in one spurt, so that's no indication on when I'll have time to shovel through it.

-X-

[jsmith2300]

Originally Posted by Xyggurat

Thus, it was to my great and rightful surprise that the demon's semen tasted like chocolate. Devil's food cake, to be exact. Fitting.

Originally Posted by Xyggurat

I gasped and tried to think of puppies as a warm rush flooded into my groin. "You're like a demonic ATM," I wheezed.

Since we are adding our favorite quotes, I though I'd add two that I absolutely loved. Hehe - Well phrased, X!

I'm with seventhwave, you are definitely an 11!

--jsmith

[Xyggurat]

You guys are too kind. I'm on a bit of a writing kick, so I swear there will be more Shift in the near future. I am a little bit peeved I couldn't time the climax or ending of the story for 6/6/06, but whatever.

-X-

[theseventhwave]

[COLOR="Red"]If you promise to post another chapter on 6/6/06, I promise that there will be a climax on 6/6/06.

(insert evil grin)[/COLOR]

[Rowan]

So great.

I wait in anticipation of every chapter you write, and I'm never disappointed. At the moment I can't think of anything original to say here, except that I'm thrilled to have the cycle start anew.

Thanks for sharing this story with us. You really are the master of the muscle theft genre. I didn't even LIKE muscle theft all that much before I discovered your stories. So thanks for that, too.

-- Rowan

[unstud]

got anything more for us yet?

[Xyggurat]

Not quite... I got accepted into an acting conservatory that will be keeping me busy until July 27th. I know, that sounds like a copout, but as I'm there from roughly 7AM-7PM daily and still need to provide for myself and my condo...

...there is literally no time for me to write! The whole thing blindsided me, or I'd have planned better for it.

-X-

[jsmith2300]

X,

Congrats on being accepted to your acting conservatory. That's exciting! I do have to say that I've missed Shift, though life does happen right? We'll all still be here eagerly awaiting the next installment when you are ready!

--JSmith

[theseventhwave]

[COLOR="Red"]Permit me to echo JSmith...

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...And yes, life sometimes does happen ...so lapses are understandable. [/COLOR]

[Xyggurat]

It's coming. Part IX.

[skumbum]

Don't think for a second that you're off the hook either.

[Xyggurat]

"Off the Hook" is my *next* story, duh.

...I'm joking. I know, I know. I just need to sit down and WRITE.

-X-

[Rowan]

Originally Posted by Xyggurat

"Off the Hook" is my *next* story, duh.

...I'm joking. I know, I know. I just need to sit down and WRITE.

-X-

lol. That's always the hardest part.

[Xyggurat]

To be honest, I think part of why I haven't finished Shift is that not much has been drawing me to this board of late. "Gassium" showed some promise (although I didn't really laugh at the fart jokes, I thought the growth was hot) but that has apparently been aborted. Skumbum's story likewise had me going, but there was only one chapter of that. Some of my favorites, like "Clay," any of Clarence's stories, and Rowan's "Michael Finally Grows Up," etc. haven't been updated in a long time, so I find myself straying to other sites. Weeks go by without me checking MGS for anything new and well-written.

I find myself re-reading classics like "The Lawnmower Boy," "Big Frank," "Brett's Un-Lucky Jock (part 2)," "Uneven Friends," etc. where I really want to see some astounding new work.

I don't mean that as a barb at anyone who has been contributing lately; I just am very picky about my erotica. As I've said, I'll try my damndest to continue with "Shift" and "Uneven Desires," but nothing has been feeding my muse and its muscles are starting to atrophy.

...besides, mainstream writing pays better!

-X-

[Rowan]

Originally Posted by Xyggurat

Some of my favorites, like "Clay," any of Clarence's stories, and Rowan's "Michael Finally Grows Up," etc. haven't been updated in a long time, so I find myself straying to other sites. Weeks go by without me checking MGS for anything new and well-written.

Now, you know I said I wouldn't continue "Michael Finally Grows Up" until I got to read another chapter of Shift.

-- Rowan