DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

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This next part takes a bit of a detour, but I think that keeps things kinda interesting...

 

 

 

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 kind 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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...and here's the last part. Hope everyone enjoyed the ride.

 

 

 

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 you’re 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 she-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….wait, what is your real name?" Ed asked.

 

"Hrithik."

 

"You know, Hrithik, I think I know just what you need.  A bit of inspiration… yeah, I think that could be very motivating.”

 

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, more like a brother, 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 near 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 big beautiful 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 an image that would never fade from his mind.  "This here," Ed rotated the finished product, "could be you." The muscles rippled like an unleashed animal, and Ed pumped his arms in and out adding to the thickness, his most muscular pose awe inspiring as he let the climaxing pose end with the scream only a bad ass stud could make.

 

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 weeks, and stood transfixed, pondering what he had become. The perpetual horniness, the constant craving for sex, was this all part of the 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 droppinngly 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, the one he’d seen on tv the first day of his devil’s gift, and he copied the look he remembered from that show, 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.  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.

 

[musclehintz]

This is my favorite story in a long time. Thanks so much for sharing it with us!

[OldFashioned]

54 minutes ago, musclehintz said:

This is my favorite story in a long time. Thanks so much for sharing it with us!

Musclehintz lives!! Sorry, huge fan here

[ibron888]

Amazing story!