Deal With The Devil - Parts 1 -7

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mqwiz was searching for an old story of mine, called Deal With The Devil, and couldn't find it. Neither could I, so I'm posting it here again since it must be buried in the archives somewhere...



Deal With The Devil - Part 1

The devil repeated himself, "Now here is the deal, listen carefully this time."

He grinned mischievously while pulling Ed Newbury's hands off his bare, well muscled chest, knowing that the man could not pay attention if his tactical senses were still occupied with the pleasure of fondling the impressive body he'd taken shape in. Tall, dark, handsome, it was cliche but it always worked and Ed Newbury had no chance whatsoever of resisting him in this form.

Ed sat up in bed and rested back against the headboard enjoying the view of this extraordinary man before him nearly oblivious to the spectacular ocean view in the windows behind him.

"For the price of one soul I am offering you the world on a silver platter Mr. Newbury. A silver platter," he repeated for emphasis. "For a period of one full year you will become a sexual god." The devil enunciated the last words slowly, clearly, then continued. "?a superman, capable of having anyone you please, absolutely anyone."

The devil paused a moment to let that thought sink in, then he got out of bed and stood naked in front of the window appearing to ponder something out on the beach. He continued explaining, "You will have the ability to change forms as you please, as often as you please. That is, you may change your features at will and create any type of body you choose. Face, body, sexual equipment?" The devil let his own penis grown several inches longer and thicker as he said this to clearly illustrate his point.

"You may not choose the exact look of any living person, this is your only forbidden fruit my friend. It would create problems to have two Channing Tatum's walking around in the world. But you'll find easy solutions to this, a changed nose here, a different set of eyes. You'll see."

Ed Newbury still could not believe this. Any of this. Here he was with this unbelievably beautiful specimen of a man, who took him home last night and who had come on to him, plain unattractive old Ed. And now this ridiculous offer, what a fantasy, but what an idea! Who cares if the big stud is a nut case, he'd just had the most amazing night in his whole life, something that never happened to Ed, the insurance adjuster in cubicle sixteen. This summer holiday had taken an unexpected turn for the better.

"And after your one year is up," the devil continued, "I'll be back to claim my price. Then you will choose whichever form you wish as a permanent one and you'll work for me. Simple as that."

"Where do I sign?," Ed Newbury asked with a disbelieving laugh.

The devil smiled at him and said, "You just did," and left the room.

Ed laughed again. "C'mon, enough with the jokes," he said while he pulled himself out of the toussled bed and followed the big man out into the living room.

It was empty. He was gone. Ed walked quickly through the rooms of the beach house and found them all unoccupied. He dashed out onto the terrace and scanned the beach, but no one was around, and the beach was still empty as the sun was rising slowly over the water. This was strange. "He'll come back," Ed thought to himself, after all this was the guys house. Ed could wait. He went back to the bedroom and sprawled out on the bed, still naked. He propped a pillow behind his head and flipped on the tv. He surfed a few channels and stopped at some program called "behind the scenes- the making of 300", Gerard Butler was shirtless and talking about his preparations for his role in the spartan themed movie. His eight pack abs glistened as he talked about the intense workout regime he'd undertaken to get into shape for the role. Just hearing him say that made Ed horny as hell. The next scenes on screen showed Gerard, again stripped to the waist in a pair of small tight black gym shorts pumping weights with a trainer watching over him. His body wasn't enormous, like some huge bodybuilder, but it was a handsome, finely muscled one, smooth and sweaty as he put it through its paces in the gym.

Ed's mind was focused on that hot body and his eyes drifted fleeting downward and he noticed that he was wearing a pair of black gym shorts exactly like Gerard Butler's. He looked harder, sitting up quickly in bed. His legs had changed, his chest and arms, everything he could see of his own body was an exact match to the man on the tv screen working out. Ed shot out of bed and flew to the mirrored closet doors. In the full length reflection he saw that it was the actor's body, not his own. His face was still his own, but the beautiful movie stars ideal physique was his, exactly down to the few chest hairs and small mole he saw on the right obliques. He hadn't really been staring at the actor's face, and now he tried to focus on that. But Ed's face didn't change, then he remembered, "?you may not choose the exact look of any living person."

Ed looked at the dark short haircut of the actor, and his own hair changed to match it. He thought of his own weak chin and almost nonexistent jaw line and how much he hated them, and as he studied the actors jaw his transformed to match it. He studied all the features of the mans face closely and one by one they appeared on his own face, but he remembered the conditions outlined and choose a different eye color, a fuller lip, a higher more pronounced cheekbone and all the changes become his, one by one. It was like some morphing trick in a hollywood film, but he could play with his features by just thinking about what he wanted and they appeared.

He looked closely in the mirror, studying his own new face. It was incredible. He wondered what blonde hair would look like. It changed and he smiled at the alteration. He thought about making it longer and it grew like a time lapse flower opening up, magically before his eyes. No, he didn't like that, maybe super short, and it became a military style buzz cut. Yeah, he liked that, it made him look hard, like a man is supposed to look. But now his neck seemed too thin, he thickened it up. "Better," he thought. The body was too small to balance that neck, so he concentrated on his whole physique and added a little more muscle everywhere, slowly. First ten pounds, fifteen, twenty? "Oh god in heaven, this is unreal."

Ed practically swooned at how hot he looked. His mind raced to every bodybuilding competition he'd ever watched and lust now took over and he let his body swell out to championship caliber proportions. The muscles were huge, perfect, ripped to shreds. He watched them ripple as he shifted slightly, never turning away from the mirror. This was truly unbelievable.

Ed smiled and turned himself African American, and grew his body a few pounds more. The facial features didn't seem right now and he played with those some more, getting a kick out of the variety of looks he came up with. He turned the whole package Asian and changed his face to something like Bruce Lee's, who'd he always thought was a remarkably handsome man. But the huge body with that face was an incredible turn on, and Ed's dick started responding with his excitement. The black gym shorts were still there and Ed just imagined them away, and they vanished. He knew a small dick on an Asian man was a stereotype, but with the size of this olympian body his average dick did look small in proportion so he let it grow even more while it was getting hard. He let it become a good foot long, and nice and thick, and practically shot a load at his reflection, the look was just so intensely erotic.

Ed soaked it all in, staring at himself in utter disbelief and filled with a joy he could not ever have imagined. The possibilities were staggering. As he delighted at the reflection, he took his huge body through some bodybuilder poses. Of course never in his life had pathetic little Ed Newbury ever done any posing, but he quickly realized he was doing it like he'd been born to it. Smoothly flowing from one pose into the next. It made him wonder about other possibilities. The Asian face he was staring at gave him an idea. He stopped posing and imagined a pair of white karate pants, that of course now appeared on him instantly. "No," he thought, "don't want to cover that much up." A sleek black silk japanese style support strap covered his huge member, enough to keep it from distracting him for this little test.

He glanced at the room and turned towards the bed, it was in the way. He turned it up on end against the wall and made room. He thought of the preparatory moves a martial artist made before a fight and began to try them. They were perfect, he executed them as if his body had been born to do them. He went through a series of kicks and flying turns, lightning fast punches that he knew already were as lethal as they looked. He laughed out loud, amazed with this discovery, and did a back flip effortlessly. That made other thoughts dance in his head and he turned again to the mirror and became a short, platinum blonde haired gymnast, with the kind of tight little muscled body they all had. He imagined long white stretch pants and they were there. He tried a floor routine in his limited space, and found it was perfect. He swung his legs around his arms like he was on a pummel horse, doing it on the floor, then rising into a handstand and springing back to his feet.

Ed stared into his unrecognizable face and smiled. He knew that anything he desired now could be his. It was true, he could not only be the most beautiful person in any room, but the best athlete, the best fighter, the strongest most attractive man anywhere. Surely the best lover too?

That was easy enough to find out. Ed looked at himself one more time and chuckled. This was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.

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Deal With The Devil - Part 2

Ed Newbury spent the next couple of hours playing with the new toy that was his own body. He couldn't get enough of it. He stood in front of the mirrored doors and turned himself from a short blonde gymnast to a dark latin giant, with swarthy good looks and a big wrestlers physique, the sight of which made his cock twitch. Then he realized how much fun it was to let his average size dick grow slowly larger and all his attention focused down there. It looked good at 7 inches, at 8 and 9 it was impressive. At 10 it was show stopping but when he hit 14 it just made him laugh, it was too much. He brought it back to 9, that seemed plenty. Now he made it thicker, and oh yes, what a difference that made. He played more with his body size, leaving the dick alone. When he grew bigger and taller his impressive cock still looked fine, even at 6' 8" and 320 pounds. Then he tried going smaller, finally changing to a young boys body, pale skinned with a truly beautiful angelic face and the effect was startling, that huge dick on the sweet faced boy. He knew it could make some men fall to their knees. Again, he realized that now he had the power to be anyone's fantasy man, the perfect living realization of any particular fetish or secret longing. That was a heady thought indeed.

It was nearly midday before Ed realized how much time he'd spent, transfixed in front of the mirror. It was time to go outside and play with his new toy. By now the beaches were crowded and he was anxious to take the new Ed for a test drive. He thought for a moment about the handsome man that owned this house, who had given him not only the best night of sex he'd ever known, but now this incomparable gift. There was no longer any doubt it had been the devil himself. Who else could have made this possible? He had a feeling that no one was coming back to this house, that maybe all of it was just some kind of illusion, but there was no point in waiting around anymore, he was to eager to hit the beach.

Ed decided to play it safe with a sure thing for the first time. A stunningly handsome chiseled face, perfect classic features, crowned with thick wavy hair swept back off his incredible face. An ideal bronze tan, not too dark, just a perfect healthy glow. A body to rival the best olympic decathlon champion. Not overly muscled, and not an ounce of fat on any of the well proportioned 6'2" frame. A good solid 8 inch dick, just a slight touch of chest hair, and a pair of dark blue speedos that clung to the ideally shaped ass.

Ed felt an unbelievable sense of power as he set foot out onto the Provincetown beach. Eyes everywhere burned into his flesh. They all watched him. Everyone wanted him, he could feel it. Some played shy, feigning a lack of interest, but he knew if he smiled at anyone they would be his. He enjoyed a long leisurely walk, feasting on the attention, watching the looks of amazement as he moved by and their turned heads followed. Ed Newbury, the old Ed Newbury, had never know this feeling before. Last night was the first and only time a handsome man had ever deigned to acknowledge his existence, let alone ask him home. He hadn't believed it was happening at the time, and because he was a little drunk he hadn't really been sure it was happening at all until he woke up beside the stud this morning. Now he could already feel what it would be like to have any man lusting after him, and that was truly intoxicating.

Passing the volleyball court Ed spotted the most attractive man he'd seen yet. Blonde, tanned and with a marginally bigger, more muscled body than he had now. Ed smiled at him and waited. He knew the blonde would smile back and sure enough, he did. The guy tossed the volleyball back to his teammates and crossed over the sandy court lines.

Ed skipped the small talk. "Wanna have sex?"

"Sure," was the answer.

That was easy. Ed realized immediately that the beautiful truly did live in a different world. They walked to the blonde's rental house, a small set up with a single bedroom and cramped deck on the side of the place with an old rusted weight bench and a few dumbbells in a rack.

"So you keep that body in shape with just these?," Ed asked.

"Nah, I use the gym in town, but these are good for a quick pump, especially when I get someone into a little body worship, ya know?!" The blonde had quickly become cocky, confident in the 20 or 30 extra pounds of muscle he carried.

"Well I can see why," Ed flattered the man, but knowing what was in store for him. "Wanna work out a bit first? Get both of us pumped up some?" Ed smiled.

"Yeah sure," the blonde smirked and picked up an oil bottle by the equipment. He squeezed a stream across his chest and spread it over his body slowly, sensually, putting on a little show for Ed. Then he laid out on the bench to start his workout. Ed picked up the bottle and did the same, while the blonde watched him as he did his first set of benches, the weight so light it hardly required his full attention. Ed picked up two of the heaviest dumbbells and began working them. As he did he slowly let his biceps grow an inch or so. It was imperceptible at the time, but the effect was impressive when he finally set them down.

"I always get such an easy pump. My body just responds to the iron," Ed claimed casually, flexing out his biceps.

"Yeah, mine too," the blonde added, not yet realizing what was shortly going to happen here.

Ed took off his speedos. "These just get in the way," he added with a sexy grin.

The blonde spun his head around quickly, knowing the deck was surrounded by pine trees and fairly private, but a bit startled at Ed's disrobing. But, not surprisingly, aroused at the same time. The blonde looked at the 8 inches Ed sported and knew he was smaller. Still, this was hot, this guy he brought home was gorgeous and he was getting horny fast. He gave up the bench for Ed and took off his own trunks too. Ed didn't notice. He hit the bench and let his pecs swell up with 3 or 4 inches of bulk. Then he added more muscle to his shoulders and lats, all slowly, but he was growing in size everywhere. Covered in a sheen of sweat and oil, his perfect white teeth clenched as he worked the weight up and down.

"I can feel a really good pump today. Man I feel great." Ed gloated, restraining his desire to change dramatically, but he did let his thighs and calves grow a bit unnoticed. Setting down the olympic bar he went down to the deck floor and did crunches so that he had an excuse for chiseling out a washboard stomach even more defined than it had been.

The blonde was getting hard and Ed noticed he'd stopped working out. He decided to help the guy out, "Let's take this inside."

Ed walked over to him and scooped him up off his feet into his strong arms. "Where's the bed beautiful?," Ed asked enjoying the sense of power he had and the strength of this body he'd formed. The blonde wasn't used to submission, but Ed commanded it and the blonde gave in eagerly. Ed carried him through the little house and tossed him on the bed. He quickly jumped beside him and like two magnets they were pulled together in a mutual muscle worship free for all. Ed Newbury discovered quickly that his sexual appetite was as formidable as the rest of him.

The day spilled into night. Twice Ed had worn out the blonde beach god, and Ed had to let the guy rest to be ready for another round. He found that his own erection was like an iron shaft and that it stayed that way for as long as he wanted. When he came, it was monumental, and copious beyond expectations. Minutes afterward Ed could be ready to go again. Ed wasn't sure if this was all the result of years of pent up frustration, or a true new found ability just like the body morphing. But he was already pretty sure, as the evening began and he was ready for another round, that it was more than just his long unfulfilled desires.

"Yo stud, we gotta chill. You're killin' me man," the blonde rolled over towards the nightstand and pulled out some weed. "We got all the time in the world, let's take a breather. I'm spent dude, you're frigin' insatiable? and I mean that in a good way." He lit up a joint and just stared at Ed's beautiful face. "God I'm glad we hooked up man. I'm really into you."

Ed gave the pot a little time to take full effect on the beach boy, then decided to have some fun. He stood at the foot of the bed and started a posing routine for the reclining blonde, and as he did he let his body grow gradually, this time unchecked. He added the thirty pounds the blonde had on him, and then started to grow beyond that.

"This is fucking incredible!," the blonde said dazed, but more turned on than he'd ever been. "You look so damn big now? whoa! Man this is good weed."

"It ain't the drugs boy, I am big. Feel me, touch this body?" and the blonde man did as instructed, "?yeah that's right. I like the way you stroke that muscle little man, yeah, Papa likes that." Ed was into the part and enjoyed another round of showing off and the inevitable sex that followed. A couple hours later they both fell into a heavy sleep, worn out from a day of crazy indulgent, non stop fooling around.

Ed woke up in the morning when he heard the blonde talking to him. "Huh?," he managed to ask, still half asleep.

"I said, who in the hell are you? How the fuck did you get in here? And what happened to?. jesus, I don't even know his name.", the blonde spat out.

Confused, Ed tried to shake his head clear. He looked around at the room trying to remember where he was, then looking at the blonde hunk scowling at him he suddenly remembered it all. He glanced down at his own body and saw that he was no longer the perfect all american model with the body of death, but Ed Newbury, thirty year old insurance agent with the shapeless, ugly build of a guy who never worked out. He sat up startled. Think fast.

"Listen, I uh? it's hard to explain.", he said stalling for time.

"Yeah, I'm listening," the blonde said in a distinctly nasty tone.

"You won't believe this, but this incredibly handsome guy, 6' 2" brown hair blue eyes, great build, comes out of this place late last night and told me to come in here and take his place next to you." Ed knew it was a lame explanation but it was all he had. "It was kinda dumb, I didn't ask why, I wasn't about to say no. Would you say no to him?"

"No, I wouldn't.", the blonde conceded. "Ok, yeah, just get dressed and outta here. And take the exit quick dude, I got a reputation to keep up."

Ed felt a wave of anger sweep over him. That last remark wasn't necessary. He got up and realized he didn't have clothes and instead bolted for the door. Once out of the bedroom the blonde was happy to forget about the naked dork who'd just fucked up his morning. But within less than a minute he heard a loud knocking on the door frame of the front screen door.

"Really man, you just gotta go!," the blonde stated as he got out of bed and made his way to the front room. He stopped short when he saw, framed in the doorway, the enormous silhouette of a towering big man.

"Heard you got a washing machine busted out here, rental agency sent me out." The blonde just nodded as the huge man swaggered into his house.

"Holy crap," the dazed beach boy muttered.

"I get that a lot." Ed smirked down at the blonde, easily a foot taller and 80 pounds heavier than the beach boy. He'd shifted himself into an olive skinned Italian looking bodybuilder, hairy chested, unshaven face, wearing a tight wife beater and dirty jeans. A tool belt hung at an angle from his waist and a pair of huge workbooks completed the picture. The blonde, still undressed, couldn't hide the boner he failed to control.

"I see you got something else out here that needs some attention. I was never much good at washers anyway." Ed shucked off his tank top and reveled in the look of disbelief and lust that the blonde couldn't hide. Once again he had the upper hand with a man who was used to being the one who turned heads. "I don't normally provide this service for just anyone, but I kinda like your looks blondie." Ed undid the tool belt and let it drop, then pulled open his jeans and swung out the thick 12 inch rod that he knew would make the blonde man's eyes go wide. Ed was about to get a little revenge for that last biting remark. He'd enjoy pounding this cocky blonde's ass. He knew this bottom was likely to beg him to stop once he got going. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, Ed wasn't sure yet, but he knew he was going to have a little more fun.

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Deal With The Devil - Part 3

It was after the blonde beach boy passed out, a couple hours into their sexual romp, that Ed finally pulled out and shot a load across the tanned man's back. He looked down at the pools of white cum he left behind and smiled at his own incredible stamina. A long night of sex, followed by this mornings playtime and he'd wondered how the blonde had been able to hold on as long as he had. Ed marveled at the fact he felt fresh as a daisy. He grabbed a corner of the bed sheet and wiped his big dick off, then turned and left the bedroom. He went into the kitchen and helped himself to some food, he wasn't tired, but he was hungry. He made a big breakfast and took a plate out onto the deck. He sat on the weight bench and ate, feeling the warm sun across the broad back of this big italian stud he'd become. With each mouthful of food he took he marveled at the bowling pin sized forearms he had. Snaked with veins they danced under his skin with each movement of his arm. He marveled at the massive thigh muscles splayed out straddling the weight bench. This body was incredible. Everything about Ed's new life, he mused, was incredible.

Ed took his plate back inside and went to the bathroom to take a piss. He shook out the last drops from the big foot long dick he'd enjoyed so much, and wondered what persona he should take on next. He looked into the mirror over the sink and studied the handsome face, thinking. He let his face change, from one beautiful face to another, like he was flipping through some model portfolio. Nothing seemed to strike his fancy. He let himself turn back into Ed Newbury, the face he knew so well and expected to see when he looked in a mirror. It wasn't an attractive face, he'd long known that, and now with the ability to look as handsome as he could ever want another idea occurred to him. He kept his own face, but aged it about a decade, taking him from his 31 years to a man of 40 or so, with just an added touch of grey hair at his temples. He imagined a long sleeve pink oxford shirt, long kaki shorts and dockers, and as they appeared he left the beach house and headed towards town.

He'd been in Provincetown all week on his vacation, and remembered one of the more spectacular beach houses with an enormous deck and pool that he'd heard belonged to some rich doctor from Boston. Rumor was the doctor liked to always have a couple houseboys on hand, and Ed had seen the current pair at the beach and around town. They were probably local kids, no more than 19 or 20, and both had that desperate, white trash kind of look to them, but they hit the weights enough to look good in their bathing suits, no doubt the most important part of their houseboy qualifications. But it was late August and summer was almost over. Ed wondered what that meant for their current positions.

As Ed passed the house he heard the sound of weights clanging by the pool. He smiled to himself, thinking how many beach houses here had their own weight set ups. Gay men certainly had their priorities. He went up to the high fenced surround and pushed the gate door open, letting himself onto the deck. He knew the doctor was back in town, everyone did. His boys usually had the run of the house for most of the week and were only at the doctors beck and call for a weekend here and there throughout the summer. As Ed came through the gate he had another thought and an expensive platinum rolex watch appeared on his left wrist.

"Hey Fellas." Ed smiled at the two shirtless young men, "Is the doc around?" He asked, knowing perfectly well that he wasn't.

"No, sorry, the docs not here till next Friday," young man 1 said robotically, a question he clearly got asked often. He looked up from his ez-bar arm curls and scrutinized the newcomer at the gate.

"Oh shit," Ed feigned disappointment, "I must have fucked up the dates. I've got the new yacht here, we were going to christen her properly."

"Hey sorry man," young man 2 spoke up, "Doc would have loved that, he always wanted a better boat. He's tired of the sailboat, too much work."

"Yeah me and Jeffey end up doing all the sailing anyway, that's the only time he'll take it out." Young man 1 put his weight bar down and came over to greet the unexpected guest. "How big's your boat?" He asked as he extended his hand and shook Ed's. Ed noticed the guy's eye dart to the wristwatch and knew the baited hook had worked.

"It's 42 feet," Ed smiled back and admired the nice little bicep on the young man as they shook hands. He made his stare at the muscular arm long and unmistakeable. "I like them big," Ed added still looking at the young guy's pumped arm.

Ed could see the wheels practically spinning in the houseboys head. Summer was almost over and their meal ticket with the doc might not last much longer. They might have a new golden ticket here with Ed, and neither was shy about seizing on the possible opportunity.

"I can see you like nice things," the young man flexed his little arm quickly, knowing Ed was watching him, and then let his fingers slide up his six pack abs, slowly coming to rest on his chest, lightly playing with it as if he had an itch that needed to be rubbed. He looked up from his own hand and into Ed's eyes, smiling invitingly.

Jeffey caught on too, and came over to Ed's side announcing, "We stayed with a guy last summer, he was about your age too, kinda fat though? but he was ok. He really got off watching me and Tim working out. We didn't mind. I mean we like staying in shape anyway, might as well let someone else enjoy it too, you know?"

"And I suppose the doc has enjoyed all your hard work too?" Ed asked.

"Oh hell yeah, that's one of his favorite things. But he likes us like this," Jeffey stated, unzipping his long board shorts and kicking them aside. Just in a white jockstrap he smiled over at Tim who pulled off his as well. "Doc says he's seen a lot of asses in his line of work, but that we got the sweetest bubble butts in the whole northeast."

"Well I wouldn't argue with the doc," Ed smiled and admired what were indeed two very fine perky little round asses. "And I certainly wouldn't mind watching a bit of that workout action myself."

Tim smiled like a stripper who'd just gotten a big tip and walked back over to the weights. Jeffey pointed Ed to a lounge chair then joined his buddy for the show.

Ed stretched out in the sun and watched as the two houseboys put on a little performance with the weights just for him. With every set they did they looked over for his approval, and flashed a smile. Jeffey was the bigger of the two, but they were pretty evenly matched. Like most young guys who'd hit the weights in high school they looked like they worked out, had some good shape, but nothing size wise that was even remotely impressive. Neither had shoulders that were too wide, nice delts but not enough mass on them to give them any real v taper. Both had good abs, with tight little waists, and those nice asses, but their legs were sticks and probably never worked out at all, their calves an embarrassment. Still, Ed watched eagerly and encouraged them both as they tried to seductively work out in their best attempt at arousing him. After about twenty minutes Ed decided it was time to have some fun.

"Hell boys, I can see why you're so popular around here. Have to admit I love having two hot guys showing off for me," Ed praised the boys performance. They both took the opportunity to do a little posing, flexing their freshly pumped muscles. Jeffey did a double bi pose while Tim attempted a most muscular, shaking a bit with the effort.

"Say guys," Ed grinned, "mind if I have a little try at the weights?"

The two boys smiled at each other, wanting to laugh at the thought. "No sure, give it a go daddy." Jeffey swept his open hand towards the weight set, chuckling and elbowing Tim at the same time.

Ed stood up, savoring the moment to come. He rose majestically, pulling the long pink shirt back over his shoulders and letting it drop to the deck in one fluid motion and as he did he grew the already impressively muscled torso that he'd had hidden under wraps into one that was spectacular. Thick full muscles with deep cut separations and incredible striations visible across every single exposed muscle. His massive shoulders like two honeydew sized melons along with heavy bunched up traps, all tapering down to a wickedly narrow waist smaller than either of the two boys. It gave him the most imposing v taper either of the two boys had ever seen short of on the pages of some comic book. Ed swung his arms in wide circles, warming them up for some exercise.

"I've just let myself go to pot this season," Ed tried to say in a serious voice. "I don't know what's the matter with me lately, just lazy I guess, I've been slacking off so much on my workouts. I hope these aren't too heavy for me." Ed kept a straight face and grabbed the bar off of the weight bench that had been loaded with Tim's benching weight, and he scooped it at waist level and started to do arm curls with it instead. After a rep or two he looked up at the two dumbfound houseboys and shot them a smug grin.

The boys were frozen like statues, they hadn't moved, nor closed their mouths that had dropped open in absolute amazement. Both of them felt three things at once, total shock, incredible lust and then absolute embarrassment. Here they'd been showing off their puny bodies to someone who made even the best built guys at the gym pale in comparison.

"These are no fun alone boys," Ed said, inviting the guys back to the workout. Each one stood beside him, needing to reach out and touch the perfect body, proving to themselves that it was real. Stroking a shoulder, squeezing a biceps then a pec. Ed was making them crazy, enjoying this role reversal more than he expected. The little houseboys willing to do anything for this sugardaddy because of pure physical attraction. Even with Ed' own unattractive face, this superhuman torso, so physically ideal and powerfully masculine over shadowed his looks. It was a rush that Ed savored. As he continued to pump the big olympic bar up and down while the boys explored the working muscles, their jocks strained with growing erections. Ed felt his own cock hardening and knew it was time for a different kind of workout.

Ed stopped his curls and literally threw down the weight off the deck into the bushes. He scooped up each on of the little houseboys in his heavily muscled arms and lifted them off their feet like the were toddlers. "Time for daddy to put you boys to bed," he stated simply and took them inside the house were his next performance would truly make them weak in the knees. It won't be hard to wear these two out, Ed thought as he easily flung each guy fifteen feet across the room onto the king sized bed. They watched from the bed, wetting their lips as Ed started to unzip his baggy cargo shorts and let them fall to the ground. He swung his gargantuan meaty quads out, one at a time, and snapped each one into a hard flexed mountainous mound, the big tear dropped muscles etched with fingered striations arching across the breadth of muscle.

Jeffey let out a moan of wanting, almost drooling with desire for the big bodybuilder who seemed to have grown even larger than when they were just on the deck outside. That was crazy, he knew, he was so focused on himself that he didn't really pay attention to how big this stranger was, all covered up and all, but now, he couldn't stop looking at this guy, it was the best body he'd ever seen on anyone, bar none. He'd never wanted anyone so much in his entire life.

Ed pulled down the little black posers he had on, and let an average size 6 incher swing out, but he thickened it up far beyond the average dick's girth which once again made the two boys mouths hang open in expectation. Ed smiled, "Who's first?"

Both boys scooted to the end of the bed and Ed liked their eagerness. He reached down and took both boys by one ankle each then lifted his two arms overhead so that they each hung upside down in front of him, their mouths perfectly even with his thick waiting organ.

They took turns sucking off the hard muscleman, and Ed felt another rush of excitement, not just from the blow job but from the pure thrill of holding two 170 pound men upside down effortlessly. He wondered about just how much strength he was capable of, and that thought made him even more turned on. He'd have to put that to the test another day, an idea that made him smile to himself. For now he let the boys do their job in satisfying him, but his mind kept wandering to the possibilities that awaited him. His vacation was ending tomorrow and it was time to go back to the city. He thought of the hardcore bodybuilders gym near his apartment, and the bathhouse and all the gay bars that waited for him back home.

It was good to be an actual muscle god. Very good, indeed.

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Deal With The Devil - Part 4

Ed's drive back to Boston was reasonably uneventful. He'd had fun on the highway changing his look and passing others on the road, seeing who reacted the most to each particular new face. It seemed that smoldering dark brown eyes and perfect cheekbones with a strong square jawline was the days most favored, but that was hardly a surprise. A pair of girls in a BMW convertible almost drove completely off the road when he stared at them a bit too long and flashed a perfect white smile. He just laughed when their car kicked up gravel as it drifted into the shoulder of the highway. Once again he realized the incredible power of beauty and how amazing this gift from the devil really was.

By the time Ed made it home he was feeling an uncontrollable need to show himself off and lose himself in another good round of steamy sex. The hardcore lifting crowd at Powerhouse Gym across town was the first place he thought he might go, but his apartment was right across the street from the Boston College gym and proximity won out. He couldn't wait to have some fun, and jogged eagerly the half block over to the building that he knew would be full right now with young guys from campus.

'When in Rome', Ed thought to himself as he started to envision how he wanted to look for this entrance. He liked the idea of being young, and even though many of the guys there would be 18, or 17 at the youngest, he took it a step further and imagined himself as a 17 year old but with a decidedly "baby faced" look. A small turned up nose, rosy cheeks, freckles, and wispy feathered bangs of strawberry blonde hair in a Justin Bieber style, long enough to hang over one eye and force him to toss his hair back with a flick of his neck. Only his neck, unlike the pencil necked pop star, was a ridiculously thick column of muscle, blending into two massive mounds of traps melting into grotesquely oversized delts. From there down all the muscles of this body were obscenely over developed. Quads so huge his walk could only be that distinct gait of a serious builder who had to roll his thick legs past each other to move forward. The swagger of such a body was unmistakably all man and testosterone. The cocky confidence that such physical superiority instilled, and all this, combined with such a child like, angelic face made for a head turning creation that would either repulse or fascinate every guy on the gym floor.

He found out soon enough, when he sauntered his short, but mammoth frame from the locker room out into the middle of the gym, clad in black skin tight bicycling pants and a loose stringy tank top that barely hid any of the pale, freakishly muscled torso, he could feel every set of eyes move in his direction to take the sight of him in. Ed stood relaxed, center stage, slowly pulling on some lifting gloves and looking down at his hands as he did, paying no attention to the gaping men eyeballing him from all corners of the room. He ignored them, pretending that no one else was even there, feigning ignorance of their mesmerized expressions and looks of disbelief. He let them all drink in this freakish muscle child he'd become.

As he started to work out, and played with the heavy poundages teasing them all as he consciously added plate after plate, slowly he began to drink in the attention buzzing around him. He caught the sideways looks, and the blatant, mouth open stares, and enjoyed both reactions equally. For some reason the guys who were trying the hardest not to stare at him, and not be aroused by his blatant sexuality, were the ones Ed was finding the most enjoyable to watch. He could feel their unease. Their disbelief at his size, at the child like face juxtaposed against this epitome of the masculine ideal, the combination was far more powerful than he would have dreamed. What surprised him the most was that no one had the courage to approach him. No one spoke to him, or even asked for a spot or bit of advice. He'd expected that, but knew that he'd taken this look to such an extreme that it intimidated everyone. Which turned Ed on far more than he would have imagined.

He worked out for a good two hours, sweat soaked, glistening and pumped beyond words. Ed loved the weight room, a place he'd never set foot in before today, and the floor to ceiling walls of mirrors, that let him not only look at his own perfect reflection, but watch all the spectators on the edge of some invisible circle that surrounded him. Two hours had given him plenty of time to pick out his intended plaything, and he'd had some nice choices. A good quarter of the football team must have been here, and who knew how many other varsity lettermen from other sports, but it was one particularly cute Abercrombie and Fitch looking brunette that had caught his eye. Whether he was out of the closet or not, Ed couldn't say, but he was fighting a loosing battle to control his lust for Ed's boygod creation. He'd been fighting to hide an erection straining against his shorts for the last half hour or so, and Ed knew he was accepting defeat when he dashed towards the locker room.

Ed waited a minute or two before he followed, and was happy that no one else seemed to be brave enough to follow after him. He walked towards a back row of benches around the corner and found the young guy hurriedly undressing in front of an open locker. They seemed to be alone and Ed knew that would make this so much easier. He walked straight up to the half dressed college boy and asked point blank, "How'd you like my workout?"

"What?" the guy stammered back, more startled at Ed's physical presence than the question.

"I said, how'd you enjoy my workout?" Ed pulled off the already drenched tank top and wiped his brow with it, then mopped his big hanging pecs and tossed the shirt at the bewildered guy who fumbled to catch it.

"I,? I, don't? I don't know what you?"

Ed bounced the shiny meat of his chest and watched the guy's face as he watched, drool practically dripping from his mouth.

"Oh God?"

"You wanna touch those babies don't you?" Ed asked, already knowing the answer.

"Why are you?" the guy kept stammering, unable to complete a thought. "Who?" but the sentence died on his lips.

"I'll make this easy for you," Ed smiled and took the back of the guys head in his paw and pushed the head towards his chest. As the young man started to suck on the big tit Ed bent forward and whispered in his ear, "You've been wantin' some of that for the last two hours now. Haven't you? Time to take me back to your dorm room, don't ya think?"

There wasn't any need for an answer.

Ed reached into an empty locker beside them and imagined a big zip up hoodie, which then appeared in his hand. He pulled it out of the locker and put it on, turning towards the exit and knowing the guy would be helplessly trailing behind him. When they got outside Ed turned to him and asked, "Which way handsome?"

Still mesmerized by his good fortune the guy shook his head a bit, trying to clear the thoughts of Ed's body from his mind long enough to remember where he lived. "Ah, there I think?", he pointed across the campus.

"Don't know where you live cowboy?"

"Sure, I? well actually the dorms just opened two days ago, school doesn't start until tomorrow. I haven't quite got everything figured out yet."

"Uh huh. We'll go with that," Ed chuckled, "Nothing to do with you being a complete muscle pig and me driving you to distraction."

The cute guy just blushed, not knowing how to respond. Then after a moment or two of walking he finally muttered under his breath, "I can't believe this is really happening."

"What's your name tall hot model guy?" Ed smiled as he asked.

"Luke."

"Luke, believe this?" Ed replied as he took the tall boys hand and put it on his huge cantalope sized left biceps. Even through the cotton jersey Luke could feel a thick vein that snaked across the rock hard muscle.

"Oh fuck me?." Luke moaned to himself, eyes rolling back in his head with anticipation.

"Yeah, I plan to." Ed left it at that.

As they strolled into the long dorm hallway, filled with other guys milling about, drifting in and out through open room doors, it occurred to Ed what Luke was broadcasting to his other dorm mates by bringing him here.

"Out and proud, huh Luke?", Ed asked supportively.

"Well, it wasn't the game plan, but yeah, fuck that, I'm not missing this kind of a chance. I've? well, I've wanted to be with a guy built like you for? ", Luke was speaking barely above a whisper, "?for as long as I can remember."

"Atta boy Luke. Since I'm sure they're gonna figure out what we're up to in a few minutes, might as well let 'em see the kind of stud you attract." Ed unzipped his jacket, his tank top still back on the locker room floor. His incredible bared chest made the two sides spread open and put his deeply etched eight pack in high relief from the overhead fluorescent lights. Ed smirked as heads in the hall spun to catch a glimpse of his uncovered white chest.

"That didn't take long!" Ed observed, seeing eyebrows raise up and guys elbowing guys and pointing towards him.

Ed loved the attention, and like a cheap whore he pulled off the hoodie the rest of the way and half naked followed Luke to his room. He felt the eyes of every guy on the floor watching his broad back as he eased himself sideways through the narrow doorframe and shut the crowd out with a slam of the door.

"Think you'll be the talk of the dorm tonight."

"Yeah, I think that's a given." Luke was nervous, and didn't know what to do, he just stood there wondering what came next. Ed helped him out.

"You need to look first. I know. It's all for you man, all that shit you been dreaming' about, beating your meat over since you were old enough to squeeze some cum out of it. Now it's real. Here in front of you, not on the pages of some muscle magazine or computer screen. Here, just for you Luke. Tell me what you want to see first?"

Luke licked his lips, knowing just what Ed was asking him. "Front double bi?"

"Yeah that one's always good isn't it?" Ed jerked his arms up into a perfect double bi, his 24" guns looked as big as his head."

Luke just moaned, uncontrollably. "Side chest," he asked next, "Rear lats? front lats?. he ran through all the poses he knew so well and had longed to see someone striking just for him. It was a fantasy he'd never told anyone, and here was this perfect guy, this superhuman muscle freak doing exactly what he wanted. He couldn't help but think of Lee Priest, one of the bodybuilders he'd first beat off to five years ago, from some old garage sale magazine that he kept hidden under his bed. It was one of his favorite images, and he'd seen every video on YouTube of the blonde beast and always found his compact short body so exaggerated by the sheer size of muscle packed onto it just beyond the ultimate ideal. That kind of thickness and mass always made him hard, and seeing Ed posing there, right in front of him, was his wildest wet dream come true.

"Can I? can I touch it now?" Luke begged. The lust etched across his face made Ed's own dick start to strain against the bicycle shorts. He took a deep breath and pumped his arms inward a few times, the crab pose making his entire upper torso swell with hardness and unbelievable size, then nodded his permission to the near rabid disciple. Luke fell onto him like a second skin and lost himself in worshipping what he imagined was Lee Priests' much younger, and much bigger, little brother.

"I can't believe this is happening?" was all that Luke was able to mutter, one more time, between his soft lips falling on one set of muscles after another.

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Deal With The Devil - Part 5

Luke was laying on top of Ed's massive boy muscelgod body, his head resting on one of the thick globes of chest muscle. Ed had a big arm wrapped around him and his hand resting on one of the model-like perfect ass cheeks, still flushed red from the pounding he'd given it. The little twin bed had barely held it's own agains the action that had taken place over the last hour.

Luke was in a contented, dreamily happy state of mind. Softly he said, "I can't believe this all?" and gently pressed his warm lips one more time against Ed's gargantuan pec.

"You've said that a couple times now baby," Ed answered, still absent-mindedly playing with the guys beautiful ass. "Believe it. It's happened. And you were great." Ed added, kissing the top of Luke's head.

"Oh trust me, I know it! I'm never going to forget this for the rest of my life. It's just I can't believe it. You, me, ? it's crazy, and I thought my roommate was going to be my years highlight."

"Your roommate?" Ed asked.

"Oh yeah, that's what's so freakin' crazy about the last couple days. Meeting you, that's just ridiculous! I mean, really, I can't tell you what hooking up with someone who looks like you? shit, I don't have words to describe it. But if that's not mind blowing enough, two days ago I get here and my roommate, he's like? well fuck, he's like you. He's this huge muscled uber hunk. Seriously, like hot ultra buff bodybuilder, like you, but taller, and looks like Mr. All American handsome as shit perfection. Then on top of it, he's nice. You think he would have been some cocky jock but he was super friendly, all easy going type. It freaked me out."

"So did you bone up the second you saw him?"

"Pretty much! Thank god I was carrying my stuff in, I had a box in front of my crotch."

"You worried that could be a problem? I mean you're a serious muscle whore dude, you're gonna be poppin' wood a lot around here," Ed reached around for Luke's dick and felt how hard it was. "Case in point!," he laughed, tugging at the hard shaft playfully.

"Yeah, well, looks like I'll find out pretty soon. He hasn't been in the room much yet, but I'm hoping he doesn't want to club me over the head when he figures out about?"

As if on cue the door swung wide open and the roommate in question strode in, tossing a duffle bag on his bed and then a moment later turning to see the two naked guys intertwined on the other twin bed.

"Woah, holy shit man!," the big guy exclaimed with a startled cartoonish expression of surprise painted across his face. He quickly swung around and shut the door. "Wow, we'll need to get a code worked out here, coat hanger on the doorknob outside or something." The handsome face broke into a smile and he came towards the bed, his right hand extended in greeting.

"I'm Mac."

Ed reached his right arm up from the bed, "Ed." No reason not to go with a name he was comfortable with.

"Ed, holy fucking shit, look at you man! That is one jacked up body you got there. Very impressive. You must work hard at it."

Luke flushed red with embarrassment, pulling the sheet across his bared ass that faced his roommate while these two continued a conversation as if no one was naked, or in bed, or in a post sex daze.

"No, not really," Ed answered honestly. "Good genetics."

"Genetics my ass," Mac laughed. "You and I will have to grab a workout some time. See what pointers I can pick up from you."

"Anytime," Ed offered easily.

"So Luke, I'm guessing we don't have to have the gay conversation now, huh?" Mac asked.

"Well, no. That would seem a bit pointless at this stage." Luke mumbled.

"Good. And just so you know, my little brother is gay, got a couple cousins who are lesbian. So there won't be any homophobic bullshit to worry about. In fact, when I met you yesterday I was thinking my brother might like you." Mac began pulling off his sweat stained t-shirt and he turned and sat on the other bed, taking off his sneakers and sox.

"Oh, wow. That's nice of you Mac. I wasn't expecting?"

"Yeah well, I can see I don't need to play matchmaker, and your tastes look like they run towards the more beefy side, not my brother's thing."

"But clearly yours?," Ed couldn't help but ask.

"Muscle? Oh fuck yeah! I've been into that since I was 13. Can't ever get big enough," Mac laughed and flexed his right biceps. "But dick, not my thing guys. Don't bat on that team, strictly a pussy man here."

Mac stood back up and pulled off his shorts and the damp jockstrap under it. He grabbed a robe off a hook from the door and slid into a pair of flip flops, then snatched up a towel and toilet kit by his bed and put his hand on the doorknob, ready to head off for his post workout shower.

"You guys have a good time. I'll be back in about twenty, so you might wanna finish up in here, or else I'll be an uninvited audience." He winked and left the room.

"Damn, I see what you mean," Ed said to Luke who was face down against his chest. "That is one fucking beautiful package, head to toe. I suspect you're going to have more than a few sleepless nights sharing a room with all that."

"Tell me about it," Luke sighed, but with a smile. Clearly a problem he didn't really mind that much.

Ed gave the handsome plaything a long hug and kissed him once again. "Looks like the party's over for now baby. But I had a great time. I'm gonna get out of here though, before Clark Kent comes back, but I want you to know I enjoyed this. We'll do it again, ok?"

Luke beamed, "Hell yes. That'd be great."

Ed got up from the bed and lifted Luke with him as he did. He held him off his feet for awhile as he made out with him a little more, then set the guy down as he put on his shorts and hoodie and kissed him one last time at the door.

No sooner had the door closed behind him than Ed realized what a sex crazed addict he'd become. His thoughts went directly to the shower room and the image of the superman that was there now. He wanted him, plain and simple, and without hesitation he found his way down the hall to the communal bathroom. It was just a little past dinner time, so not likely to be much of a crowd there. Before he turned into the room Ed heard the water running at one of the sinks and he knew Mac must be shaving.

"Now let's really see what team he bats on," Ed thought to himself with a confident sense of excitement as he once again pulled off the hoodie and strode bare chested into the bathroom.

Mac turned from the half fogged mirror and saw Ed coming towards him. He smiled and nodded his acknowledgement, while his eyes went up and down re-appraising Ed's fantastic overly built body. Ed knew how different he must look standing, as opposed to lying on a bed with someone else on top of him. He saw the evaluation taking place in Mac's expression.

"Fuck me dude!! I was way off on sizing you up," Mac set down his razor and really looked hard at Ed's exposed physique. "Who the hell has a body that size at your age?! Wow, fucking freak of nature man. You ever compete? No one could hold a candle to all that."

"No, they couldn't." Ed stated simply. He spread his arms out wide, letting Mac evaluate his body, then drew them in flexing everything tight, hardening up the bulging muscles everywhere.

"No shit Ed, you got it going on man. We'll definitely have to hit the iron together," He turned and went back to his shaving. "You and Luke gonna be going out?"

Ed hadn't expected the question. He was sure his little display would have swayed Mac's interest, but clearly there wasn't any. He felt, surprisingly, angry. For a moment his sexual excitement had been peaking and was shot down with a simple change of subject. Mac didn't want him, he wasn't uncontrollably drawn to this ultimately perfect body. But the devil had promised him, 'anyone he wanted, anyone at all'. This was a cheat. This wasn't the deal. He was promised it all on a silver platter, he remembered that phrase dancing in his head. What was going on here?

"Ed?" Mac interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, me and Luke, yeah, he seems like a good guy."

"Good." Mac offered back.

Ed pondered the disinterest coming off Mac, and then he remembered another of the devil's lines. "You may change your form at will, and any type of body you choose."

He repeated the phrase in his head, and suddenly realized what that meant. There was no cheat to the deal, Ed just hadn't considered all his options and was a little nervous about this one, which hadn't even crossed his mind until now.

Ed took a quick pee at one of the urinals to make sense of his coming into the bathroom and then he said, "I'll catch you soon big guy," as he walked out. He waited outside in the hall for a few minutes, contemplating what he was planning to try out. He went through several visions in his head, and without a mirror in the hall to check it out he decided on what he thought was a sure thing. When he heard the water in the shower turn on, Ed went back into the bathroom. He let all his clothes fall away and disappear outside of the big communal shower room, then after a deep breath he turned the corner and stepped into the wide tiled room.

Mac was bare ass naked, facing the wall and soaping up his face then washing it clean under the stream of hot water. His tall thickly muscled body was exactly what you would expect Superman's to look like if he ever peeled off those skin tight blues and red shorts. 6'3" and as beautifully shaped and built as a man could be. Even his brown hair that was all wet now, and glistened like it was black, was pulled back off his face and doing that one crazy curl thing that dangled on his forehead like a superman cartoon image. His two thick hairy arms had moved up towards his chest and he was soaping up the thick mat of dark hair that covered his heavy pecs when he looked up and saw Ed ten feet across the room.

Ed, who hadn't once until now thought of changing gender, had taken the shape of a Kim Kardashian-like exotic beauty. An exquisitely delicate face, with dark almond shaped eyes stared back at Mac, and slowly her graceful right hand drifted down her body as Mac's eyes followed it's path across her perfectly formed and very full breasts, then down along her tiny waist and resting on one of the rounded curves of her hips.

There was no question of which team Mac batted on now, as the man's beautiful cock stiffened instantly at the sight of Ed as a voluptuous woman. Seeing the reaction was exactly what Ed had hoped for. He stared at Mac for a moment, enjoying that unmistakeable look of pure carnal lust in the mans searching eyes. Ed felt that familiar surge of power that came with creating someone's ultimate sexual fantasy, knowing that he could drive Mac to the brink, and beyond. This was going to be something brand new, and Ed felt a wave of excitement as the beautifully built stud under the shower started towards him.

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Deal With The Devil - Part 6

For a moment Ed felt a fleeting moment of fear seeing the intense look of desire on Mac's face. He knew, without a doubt, that this remarkable specimen of manhood, who went hard faster than he'd ever seen anyone get hard, was going to be inside of him as sure as he was standing there. What gave Ed pause was the sense of wonder, what exactly was this going to be like having that big dick inside of him, in a part of his body that had never even existed before? What the hell, Ed had a pussy and it was about to get broken in. But Ed's brief hesitation was soon forgotten as Mac closed the space between them like two magnets released and drawn together by some invisible and all compelling force.

The two bodies crushed together in a heated craze. Ed was as eager to grope and explore Mac's incredible muscular build as Mac was to fondle and devour this devil made woman's body that rivaled and surpassed any female that he'd ever been with. Mac was struck dumb, his dick throbbing fully vertical and painfully erect between their pressing bodies. Their mouths found each other and locked together in a heated passion of want and need.

Ed loved this. It was already different. Different in a way he didn't yet understand, but he reveled in the way Mac's strong hands enveloped him, embracing the curves and complete new contours of this body. Ed pushed back against Mac and drove them together under the still running shower head. The warm water seemed to intensify the heat between them, and Ed could feel another part of him, that part he'd never had, growing wet as well. Ed leaned back, taking his hands off the thick biceps he'd been playing with and reached out to take the bar of soap that Mac was still holding in his left hand. Mac watched Ed as he worked up a handful of lather and then sensually fondled his own large full breasts, playfully flicking his own finger across the pink nipples and sliding his long elegant fingers into the plunging cleavage and swirling his hands under each perfect tit and pushing them up towards Macs dumbstruck face.

Mac growled and plunged his face down between the two perfect orbs, lost in the same kind of mindless unexplainable bliss that Ed felt whenever he buried his face between the cheeks of some hot man's well shaped ass. Ed understood that lust completely, but continued to be surprised by the sensations coming from between his own legs. It was like some kind of longing that he couldn't define. He knew the ache of a throbbing dick, that he understood, but this building heat in his pussy, that was all so new.

Ed lost any sense of time. Had they been under this waterfall of sexual heat for seconds or minutes? Had Mac's hands, and mouth discovered every inch of his body? No, they hadn't, that he realized when Mac sunk to his knees and the hard powerful muscle of his tongue found it's way inside of him. And there it was, that inexplicable difference that had no frame of reference for Ed. That warm probing piece of flesh darted in and out, flicking across a part of Ed he didn't know, and it only took a moment to send him to a place he'd never been before. That single moment of cuming that every man savored as blissful release, that wave of intense pleasure washed over Ed, but ever so slowly. Ed rode with it and his body arched upward, prodding Mac to go in again, teasing, stimulating, and taking Ed to a place he'd never gone.

This was new. Oh yes, this was wild, beyond anything Ed could ever have guessed. To have an orgasm, any guy could understand that, and to have a second, but then a third? would there be a fourth? Oh my fucking god in heaven! This was ridiculous. This was obscene. To feel this sort of ecstasy, prolonged. And Mac hadn't even fucked him yet. This was just the warm up. Mac's tongue, oh that fucking tongue, went in one more time. Ed pushed him off. He reached down with both hands and pushed against his forehead, forcing Mac's head away.

Mac smiled, he understood, he'd felt Ed's body squirming and writhing in pleasure and knew that he just couldn't take anymore. Ed loved that cocky smile on his face, that look of someone who knew what he was doing and was proud of his skills. He slowly stood up and pulled Ed into his arms, tenderly holding him. Ed let him carry his weight, catching his breath, then, wanting to finish this he jumped up wrapping his long silky legs around Mac's hips. It made the big man smile again, and he knew what to do. He guided his still hard dick into the eager hole and Ed leaned back, feeling it inside and using these new internal muscles to squeeze the thick shaft inside him.

Ed loved a good standing fuck, it made him crazy watching some muscled up brute with thick meaty thighs pumping away, getting their rocks off, but now here it was from a whole new perspective and he couldn't wait to feel that hot stream of jizz blast inside him. When it did, another cresting wave of pleasure nearly knocked him out. He fell against Mac's hairy chest and bit into it, why he didn't know, probably because it was just there and it was fucking beautiful. That was reason enough.

Mac leaned back against the wall, his post climax strength ebbing. At last he spoke, "That was utterly amazing, mystery woman."

Ed smiled and kissed him. He was about to return the compliment when a thought occurred to him. Did he have a woman's voice? He hadn't thought to test that out, and knew that with each change from body to body, all of them male up until now, he'd always kept his own voice, it hadn't changed along with him. This wasn't the time to find out.

Ed unwrapped his legs from around Mac's waist and slid down to his feet. He reached up on tip toe and kissed the beautiful man one more time, squeezing both of the bulging upper arms just for the sheer pleasure of feeling them, and then he turned and quickly ran out of the shower room. It took Mac by surprise. The big man hesitated a moment, thinking, 'this woman came out of nowhere when she shouldn't be in the men's bathroom to begin with, and now she's taking off?'

By the time he thought to turn and follow her she'd already made it into the hallway because he'd just heard the bathroom door shutting. As Mac stepped out of the tiled shower room he stared at the closed door and noticed that the bathrobe he'd hung outside the shower had also disappeared, along with his dream girl.

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Ed wasn't exactly sure why he was running away. Having a man's voice come out of this perfect woman's body wouldn't have been that bad. He supposed he didn't want to risk spoiling what was already clearly going to be a very nice memory. As he scurried down the long corridor he heard the bathroom door opening behind him, knowing Mac was following, so he reached for the nearest doorknob to him. The knob turned, it wasn't locked, and Ed quickly stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.

On the bed, a skinny freshman sat up with a start. His glasses slid down his nose with the sudden movement and perched there on the tip. He tilted his head back and looked through them at the stunning dark haired beauty who had just let herself into his room. And, if that wasn't enough, she was wearing a bathrobe.

"Oh dear sweet Shiva, I knew if I prayed hard enough." The Indian boy said under his breath, still in a daze and his eyes uncontrollably bugging out in disbelief.

Ed felt as caught off guard as the kid on the bed, but clearly he had the advantage here, and had accomplished his task of getting out of the hallway, so now all he had to do was make himself welcome here, and from the comment he'd just heard that wouldn't be very hard. Ed grinned, and slowly looked around the room, taking in his surroundings. The cute, if hopelessly nerdy kids' side of the room was covered in posters and photos pinned to what seemed to be every surface of furniture and walls. A couple Bollywood photo montages were prominent, and all the Lord of the Rings movie posters, then there were some assorted figurines on a shelf above the bed, science fiction-y looking things, and some super hero type bric-a-brac. Bulging muscles stretching colorful tights.

"Hi," Ed decided to risk talking. He was right, his voice was his voice. But he could try to modulate it some, and give a falsetto a go. He raised it up an octave, "Hope you don't mind? I was? someone was following me down the hall and I really didn't want to? I just needed to hide out for a sec. You mind?"

"Mind?," the young guys voice cracked as he said it, more from nerves than a late puberty. "No, I do not mind. Please stay as long as you would like." He pushed the glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and slid his feet over the side of the bed. A dumbstruck kind of lopsided smile was plastered on his face.

"You like science fiction fantasy stuff?," Ed remarked on the rooms decorations.

"Yes, very much," came the short reply.

"Hhmm. Me too," Ed answered, thinking what an understatement that was. Then he was at a loss for where to take this conversation, so he just folded his arms, hugging himself and grinned at the kid. Several long quiet moments passed.

"Please, I hope that I may ask this and you do not think that I am rude," the boy began, "but what are you?"

Ed's beautiful arched eyebrows raised up. "Huh? What am I?," he repeated back. The question truly puzzled him.

"Yes. Again I do not mean to ask if that is not something allowed. But are you a shapeshifter, or maybe an alien creature of some kind? Either one would be most extraordinary and I would delight in the pleasure of knowing such a person," he hesitated on the last word, unsure of the description. "Do you consider yourself a person?"

Ed was taken aback. How did the kid come to ask that. "Of course I'm a person. I'm as human as you fella."

The dark skinned boy smiled broadly as his white teeth sparkled. He proceeded to explain with pure delight. "A short time ago I was just going into the lavatory and ahead of me in the hallway was this most muscular of young men, I was startled to see a back so wide, it made me think that Americans must be expert at growing themselves big in gyms, and I saw him go in through the door to the men's room. I stopped in the hall outside because he was so big he made me nervous, I don't know why really, it is silly now that I think of it, but that is why I stopped, I did not want to stand next to him at the urinals and feel so small next to him. So I waited a few moments, but decided that was foolish of me and went straight in, and as I came through the door I saw the bodybuilder outside the shower room door, and his clothes suddenly disappeared away from his body, by themselves they just vanished before my eyes as I watched, and when I thought nothing could be more incredible, I was proven very wrong when he changed suddenly into you, as if by magic. After this miracle happened I soon heard the noises of passion and I could not help myself, please forgive me, but I was overwhelmed with the desire to peek, and I must confess I leaned my head around the corner and saw you in the arms of another man, and this one too with enormous muscles, but tall and dark. I'm beginning to wonder, are so many American men this amazingly large? I cannot help but worry I will be the smallest man in this school, perhaps in this entire country."

"Wow. That was a lot to take in," Ed said with a chuckle, realizing the jig was up. "So, if I was a 'shapeshifter'?" Ed thought to himself that was as good a name as any he could think of, "?would it freak you out?"

"I cannot express how much that would not be true. More to the contrary indeed! I think it would be the most wondrous of all things imaginable. Have you been this way always? Were your parents shapeshifters? Are there others like you?," a flurry of questions raced to the boy's mind but he suddenly asked with unbridled excitement, "Would you show me please?!"

Ed felt a quiet sense of pleasure come over him, delighting in the idea of being able to share this with someone else. He wasn't sure why he didn't think to change in front of anyone before, other than it seemed too miraculous an ability that no one would believe, which, now that he thought about it, was exactly why he could change in front of someone if he wanted. Who else would believe them.

Ed started small, and tossed his long silky dark hair back with a flick of his neck, and as it fell back into place it changed to a bright lustrous red.

The kid's dumb grin widened, and he quickly asked hopefully, "Can you make it blonde please?"

Ed bent his head forward and swished the hair side to side and let it change to a sunny natural blonde.

"More please."

Ed took it another notch up and went white platinum, and could see the button it pushed for the young man. Looking at his smiling face Ed's eyes drifted to the wall behind the bed and he saw a book jacket painting with some kid of warrior princess on the cover. That, and the kids observations on American gyms gave Ed an idea that he was pretty sure would go beyond pushing some buttons.

Ed imagined a gold metallic string bikini onto his body before he let the bathrobe fall to the floor. It shined like a tiny gleaming iron breastplate and chastity belt, and gave the warrior maiden effect he was aiming for.

As the robe hit the floor, the kid stopped moving completely, frozen in pleasure while his eyes bore into Ed's nearly naked form. Ed started to change, slowly, very slowly, like some slow motion time lapse film Ed let the perfect playmate body start to expand and grow slightly more athletic. He let the body fat ratio begin to drop, the smoothness of the curvy body melting into harder more sinewy muscle. The body began to look completely different, as muscle fibers tightened and rippled everywhere at once.

"Oh, I do not believe this. This is too good, truly too good. You are a gift from the gods most assuredly!"

"I take it you like that?," Ed asked without needing to hear the confirmation. He let the body grow a bit more, slowly filling out the muscles, a few pounds at a time. What was a runners toned body a minute ago now looked like a woman who wasn't afraid of a little weight lifting.

"This is not happening," the freshman moaned with pleasure.

Ed cranked it up another notch. He let ten pounds of muscle swell out the shapely body, the shoulders widened out and the finely muscled arms rose up and away as the lats started filling out and spreading. Both legs took on a different silhouette as the quads thickened up and calf muscles began to flare out in hard mounds. At Ed's 5'6" height, another fifteen pounds of muscle would be significantly apparent, and when he let that much expand each muscle the powerfully built athletic woman crossed over into serious fledgling bodybuilder. Ed crunched his abs together and etched out separations that instantly chiseled them into a perfect eight pack.

"Please you must forgive me," the young man begged as he fumbled for the zipper in his pants and yanked it down. He pulled apart the opening and dug into his briefs, releasing the straining erection and stroking himself with pure abandon.

"This cannot be contained any longer, I am most sorry. You are too utterly?" he couldn't find the words.

Ed suddenly realized how caught up in the pleasure this exhibition was giving him. He hadn't the least sexual interest in this kid, but the uncontrollable enthusiasm was somehow intoxicating. Ed fed on it. He knew what the boy wanted now, and he gave it to him. He left the realm of young fledgling and went to full blown bodybuilding powerhouse. That's when the show really began and Ed started showing it all off. He'd had enough experience in the last couple days to become an expert in flexing and posing a heavily muscled physique, and soon discovered that man or woman it made no difference, muscle was muscle, and it was just as intensely pleasurable to show off as it was to worship.

"This? this is more than I can take. You do not understand, there are no women like this in Indian, no women at all. I knew that in other countries women did this, and made these kind of bodies, but I never thought that I would get to see such a thing as this." His stroking had became so violent his whole body shook on the bed, racked with spasms of indescribable pleasure at what he was witnessing.

Ed brought it home and added a final addition of size that took him beyond Olympia contender, beyond the muscled warrior princess in the book jacket art on the wall. He held both giant globes of biceps and triceps mass in a double bi pose that had him flexing so hard his body vibrated with the effort. He let his tongue flick out and lick his own freakish arm and in that moment the young man's nut sack churned with cum and he screamed in the same moment the stream of white shot across the dorm room in a long wide arc that hit the wall over his bunk mate's bed.

In just that moment the door to the room opened and a tall, heavily built solid lump of a man came in and stopped dead in his tracks, looking back and forth between his Indian room mate who was leaning on the bed frame with one hand for support and using the other to stroke his exposed dick and an insanely huge, nearly naked blonde beauty with the face of a supermodel and the body of a roided out Schwarzenegger-in-his-prime-clone but with a set of tits and a twat. He wasn't sure how to process what he was seeing, and took a moment to really take it all in. He couldn't help but notice the white stuff running down the wall over his bed.

Ed thought to himself, "I've really got to start locking the doors behind me in this damn dorm."

The embarrassed kid on the bed thought, "I am surely going to die now."

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Deal With The Devil - Part 7


Ed could tell by the disgusted look on the guy's face that this was going to turn ugly, and fast. He was right.

The heavy set dorm mate dropped his backpack on the floor and spoke first to the Indian kid, "So Raj, you wanna tuck that ugly little thing back in your pants?" With a scowl he swung his head towards Ed and let loose, "And you freak show, I don't know what the hell your doing in my room with this horned up little nerd but I got a pretty good idea." He looked at the cum dripping on the wall over his bed.

He stepped closer to Ed and added, "How much testosterone did it take to turn yourself into this grotesque dude?" He wagged his finger at Ed's head and torso, "At least your face doesn't have any five o'clock shadow, but how fucked up is this?."

Ed didn't wait to hear the rest. The minute a finger got pointed in his face he reached out and took the pudgy hand in his and started to apply pressure so intensely that the big guy started crying out in pain almost immediately.

"Oww, oww, what the fuck?" he blurted, eyes rolling back in his head with pain.

Ed continued tightening his grip and the guy started sinking down slowly, until he dropped completely to his knees.

"Fuckin' let up you crazy bitch?" he managed to get out through gritted teeth.

"Probably the wrong way to ask for a break lard ass," Ed clenched his fist a bit more and the man winced in agony, then started bending forward as the pain grew. Ed gave the hand a quick flip and the heavy oaf's entire body spun over flat onto his back. Ed let go of the hand he was crushing and took a fistful of shirt and a fistful of pants at the crotch and twisted each handful of cloth, making it into a handle. Without the least bit of effort, he lifted the 250 pounder off the ground and hoisted him waist high, then he extended his two arms out towards the wall over the bed and used the guy like a big sponge.

"All that nice back fat you got there porkie will clean this right up," Ed smirked as he swished the big body back and forth across the wall, smearing the cum around more than cleaning it up.

When he finished Ed turned to the Indian kid and pressed the big room mate up over his head and held him there without the least sign of strain.

"Is this fat ass always mouthing' off at you Raj?"

"Oh yes, since the day I arrived," he answered, but clearly more distracted at seeing the beautiful muscular woman holding his large room mate so effortlessly. "My name isn't Raj either, he just finds it amusing to call me that."

"Well, that says a lot about what kind a guy he is. I'd suggest you put in for a transfer."

"I agree."

"What would you like me to do to him?"

"Just put me down bitch," the hoisted bundle moaned. "I think you fuckin' broke my hand."

"Such good manners," Ed remarked. "Who could say no to that."

Ed let the big guy drop down to the floor. The long fall was surely one that would leave some nasty bruises. Ed looked down at the heap on the ground and reached down, taking hold of his neck and pulling him back up onto his feet. He quickly spun the guy around and put him in a choke hold, the enormous biceps pressing firmly against the thick neck.

"How long before you think he blacks out?" Ed asked the Indian kid watching happily from his bed.

"With your great strength I imagine it will not be long at all," he smiled, delighting in this unexpected show of power.

He was right, it wasn't long at all before the body in his choke hold slumped down, losing consciousness. Ed let go and the body dropped to the floor a second time.

"Well I won't have to listen to any more shit from that one," Ed commented, and noticed that his audience was once again hard.

"Now there's somebody with some good manners," he smiled, pleased that his incredible muscles had such an immediate effect.

"You know?. what is your name?" Ed asked.

"Hrithik."

"You know, Hrithik, I think I know just what you need."

The kid looked at him with curiosity and Ed altered the show. He suddenly changed himself to look as much like the Indian kid as he possibly could without being a perfect facial match, and shrinking his huge physique down to that of the tiny, skinny freshman, completely naked but for the shiny bikini that he still had on. Ed chuckled and it disappeared, leaving him totally naked.

Hrithik grew wide eyed, seeing a clone of himself and wondering what this was all about. He looked at his own body staring back and commented, "My nipples are darker, and I don't have any of that hair there," he said pointing to Ed's narrow chest. "And my penis, it is not that big, but thank you."

Ed made the adjustments and raised an eyebrow to ask, 'is that better.' Hrithik nodded approval and Ed began. "I think what you really want Hrithik is not some pretty lady with muscles, but to have them yourself?"

"If you joined the gym that's right across the street, this is what could happen in six months time." Ed added just six or seven pounds of muscle to the tiny body. It showed up by taking the sunken narrow chest to one that almost looked average. Ed didn't linger long and continued, "In a year this is what you can expect." He added ten pounds more, and the beginnings of fine athletic build started to show. Hrithik sat up taller and looked on with fascination.

Ed added another years worth of growth. "This is two years," he stated and now flexed his small baseball sized biceps, watching Hrithik lusting after his own newly improving body. Ed kept the body shredded, and the washboard stomach was a genetically perfect, evenly double rowed column of square tiles.

"I think at three years you'll be so hot there won't be anyone on campus who isn't jealous of your body," Ed grinned and took the dark skinned naked body from boy, to full fledged man.
He posed with more relish now, flexing all the rippling hills and valleys that he'd created and Hrithik stood up from the bed, drawn over to this vision of his own enhanced body and he started feeling the new added muscle that covered it.

"It is so hard, and so? amazing." He said in disbelief.

"And by the time you're a senior," Ed added another twenty pounds of rock hard perfection, knowing that it might not be a realistic expectation but wanting to inspire the kid with a motivation that would never fade from his mind. "This here," Ed rotated the finished product, "could be you."

Ed bent over and once again scooped up the overweight body on the floor, and easily did a couple arm curls with the limp body then tossed it dramatically across the room, crashing onto the twin mattress with a thud.

"Could this really be me?" Hrithik asked in wonder, reaching out and touching what could be his own fabulously built physique.

"You know it can." Ed whispered into his ear confidently. Hrithik nodded, absorbing the thought, wondering if it could be true, and finally crossing over into knowing beyond a doubt that he would make this happen. This was what he wanted, had always secretly dreamed of, and now, seeing how he would look, what he would become, it far surpassed his wildest imaginings. Without even taking his first step into a weightroom, the ultimate gymrat had just been created.

"You can thank me now," Ed stated simply, and looked down at his uncut cock. Hrithik was straight, at least he was pretty sure he was straight, but he found the idea of sucking his own cock interesting, and he wanted to thank this shapeshifter who had shown him his own destiny. He sank to his knees, his hands sliding down his own beautifully muscled torso as he reached his familiar looking appendage and opened his mouth to thank the provider of this magical gift of foresight.

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Ed walked into one of the playrooms of the gay bathhouse and watched a small circle of half a dozen men gathered around a man suspended on a sling. He glanced fleetingly at the action in front of him, but strode out through the darkened corridor into another room. His dick was hard, again, and for a moment he paused in front of one of the mirrored hallway walls and stared at his own reflection. He turned the handsome African American face back into his own, the Ed Newbury face that he hadn't seen in days, and stood transfixed, pondering what he had become. The perpetual horniness, the constant craving for sex, was this all part of package now, or was this something of his own creation?

The devil had made this deal with him so quickly, without a moments real thought or consideration. It was all consuming, that much he had learned quickly, and the need for constant and varied sex now was clearly ruling his entire life. Part of him was overwhelmed with how exciting and powerful he felt. The heady rush of having anyone was the craziest kind of aphrodisiac one could imagine. But, he also knew that just a week into this new existence and all the rest of his life had fallen by the waist side. But then again, why not. What did his stupid little job matter, going to sit in his cubicle every day from 9 - 5 doing meaningless work, coming home to an empty apartment and what had been a sad, unremarkable life. And now, now he could forget work, there were plenty of ways to make money when you could look like anyone you wanted, and he could live anyplace his heart desired, jet set to paradise, romance the best and brightest and live the high life. If this only lasted for one year, according to the devils agreement, then what the fuck, he would make this the best damn year anyone could imagine.

He glanced back into the eyes of his reflection and Ed Newbury's ugly face changed. A latin god stared back, handsome, masculine, flawless. Ed smirked at himself and swaggered away from the mirror, striding into the next playroom with the confidence of a man who never heard the word 'no'. He searched for a beauty to rival his own, and when at last he saw one he grabbed the guy without hesitation and pulled him into his arms.

"Playing hard to get?"

"It's not hard, at least not yet."

"Well let's take care of that?" and the two men were off. Half an hour later, Ed left the man's room and the exhausted pretty boy panting after him.

'That was fun', Ed mused while casing out the flow of men in the hallways. Nothing caught his eye. He headed for the third floor weight room looking for a stud. Sadly, only one old queen was working out, more like a spider waiting for it's prey than a man exercising. Ed shrugged it off, he knew he'd cause a stir if he beefed himself up and hit the iron, putting on a show for all the men cruising past the gym entrance. And the nice part of working out here, he could wear whatever the hell he wanted, and just a pair of posers was always a good look. He felt like going Asian, but instead of short and finely muscled he went 6'5" and jaw dropinngly huge. Powerlifter meets sculpted masterpiece. A behemoth that started stopping men in their tracks the moment they passed by. Ed slid under an olympic barbell perched on the squat rack, after loading it up obscenely with plate after plate of iron. The sight of the bar bending in the middle was as hot as the sight of Ed cranking out rep after rep, deep plunges low to the ground and powering the tonnage back up with complete ease. Men stood in the doorway and started playing with themselves as they watched the exhibition, Ed's bulging quads putting on a boner inducing show.

"Which one of you pussies is going to get over here and help me out?" Ed asked as he slammed the weight back and grabbed his own nutsack. A couple volunteers came forward and Ed picked out the two that he liked best and took one under each arm, carrying the helpless worshippers over to a weight bench where he'd take turns pounding their very willing tight asses.
The others could enjoy watching, and when Ed pulled off the posers and let the twelve inch monster out, they all gasped a bit in appreciation, never expecting that size equipment on a body they assumed was built with massive doses of drugs.

After those two were done, Ed sauntered out of the gym, his eager fans watching his huge back as it turned the corner, and as it did Ed changed immediately to a pale skinned red haired gymnast. After a few laps and no takers Ed changed again, this time he'd try something a bit more exotic. He gave himself a spiked up 6" mohawk dyed black, with mascara and eyeliner to match, a nose ring, some wide ear holes and tattoo sleeves up each arm. He kept everything sleek and hard, but decided to make just his chest thick and layered with slabs of hard suckable muscle. The etched abs underneath his heavy man tits seemed to highlight that pronounced feature. The reaction as he went into the playroom was immediate. Men reached out uncontrollably to touch his chest, and he bounced them enticingly as they did. It was another formula for instant lust. Ed had his pick of playmates and enjoyed another little threesome until he'd worn them both out and they bowed out, leaving the room.

Ed was getting ready to go and heading for a doorway as a new face came towards him. Stepping into the playroom was what looked like a new marine recruit, fresh from boot camp, with a buzzed crew cut and square jawed handsome face. A nice solid build and hairy chest, and two thick legs sticking out from the white towel wrapped around his waist. Ed liked this one immediately and wanted him for his next conquest. He smiled at him suggestively, and rubbed a hand over one of his juicy pecs, but the soldier boy looked away quickly, clearly repulsed by Ed's goth street punk look. No matter, Ed walked past and left the room. He changed and turned right around, coming back in as if he'd just passed the goth kid in the hall. Ed had thought of that blonde Australian actor who played Thor, whatever his name was, Chris something, and he copied the look he remembered from some fan magazine with the shirtless actor boasting about how he'd put on too much muscle to fit into his costume.

This was sure to turn soldier boys head his way, but, in fact, he noticed the marine quickly check him out and dismiss him as well. That was a surprise. Ed almost laughed, he hadn't expected that. What was this guy into? The fact that the bathhouse crowd always seemed to be in constant motion, wandering from one room or hallway to the next, made this easy. Ed could try out as many looks at it took to land his prey. Sexy African American didn't work, or Latin American, or Irish American. He went through all the nationalities, but nothing sparked an interest. He tried age, and went with a silver haired daddy, fit and classically handsome, but that was a bust too. He tried chubby, and forgot about any kind of athletic build, and found a dead end with that as well. It was starting to puzzle him, Ed couldn't imagine what would get this guys motor running, so he decided to just follow him discreetly for a bit. He watched carefully, trying to get a clue to what the soldier reacted to, but he seemed to ignore or avoid everyone he encountered.

Just when Ed assumed this was a curious first timer, afraid to make contact with anyone, he saw the military boy do a double take and realized the omission in his repertoire. Twinks. Ed almost slapped his forehead from such an obvious oversight. He never thought to take on that look very often since it didn't do a thing for him sexually, but this was about attracting someone else, and Ed easily appraised the young man who had gotten that second look and made sure he out did him. He turned smooth and very young and as pretty as a boy could be without looking like a girl. He made sure he had the same kind of bright, easy smile that the other kid did, and then he quickly followed his marine and put himself in front of the other twink. Bingo. Ed smiled and looked up at the marine poster boy with his big baby blues and gleaming smile and he could see that he'd found the perfect look. It was that easy, all you had to do was know what someone else wanted. Ed saw the desire behind the soldier's eyes and knew he could wrap him around his little finger, and that was just what he wanted to do.

"God, I could take you home and just eat you up," the soldier boy said unexpectedly to Ed, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him in for a long and languid kiss.

Ed broke away and answered, "Then why don't you." And once again, it was that easy. Ed's hand was wrapped inside the marine boys who pulled him toward the bathhouse locker room, so they could change and leave together.

Ed didn't mind. He could go all night moving from one sexual fantasy to the next, but for some reason he liked this guy. He wanted to go home and crawl into bed with him, play around some then wake up curled up tight wrapped between his hairy forearms. That sounded nice. Ed thought about his evening, about the continuous parade of sex and changing partners and he smiled. It was all so unbelievable, what he'd become overnight. This last week had proved that he was a veritable god, a superman, or even superwoman, and the line of conquests he'd leave behind would be long indeed, but right now maybe it was time to pull back. Put the brakes on and enjoy the encounter. This man was going to fall in love with him, he knew that. Maybe that was a cruel thing to do, but it couldn't be helped. And maybe, that would be just as exciting as making someone's blood boil with pure lust and physical desire. Maybe that would give him even more power.

Ed suddenly thought of the devil, leaving that beach house, and telling him, "?. in one year, I'll be back to claim my price." What made him think of that just now, Ed didn't know. And what exactly would that price be? Ed shook his head, trying to clear the thought away.

But everything has a price, now doesn't it.

[tekuno]

Well, it's always nice to see a single-thread version of a complete story ? much easier to read ? but actually it was very easy to find the original posts, because you posted them from your current account, and it's always possible to search by user name.

To find threads started by a user, just go to their profile (there's a link if you click on their name), check the "Statistics" tab on the left part of the page, and then click the link which says "Find all threads started by (Insert name here)". Your listing, for example is here.

[Kit Werecat]

Well, I guess this is an old story that's currently being bumped (Thanks for that. BTW).

So there really isn't much reason to make elaborate comments on it at this point.

But I still found the idea fun, and the love encounters wonderful reading. It isn't often that we get a chance to have so many sex scenes with so many hot lover types. Really enjoyable.

Kinda feel sorry about him finally having to "pay up" at the end of a year tho..

Still, who exactly knows what he's going to be doing, under Satan's control? He might have to spend an eternity in pursuing the very evil debauchery he's doing now, or maybe Satan will use him and that irresistible body-changing skill of his to seduce more souls to him, by offering them the greatest night as a mortal possible, with the lover of their most wildest dreams.

I could think of worse punishments.

[bobtimbob]

Really enjoyed this story, especially part 4.

[mqwiz]

Thanks man! Love this story.