I Summoned an Incubus (M/M)

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At 5'5" and 4" hard, Perry was in every sense the runt of the litter at his school, where at 18 years and 1 month old he was the youngest in the senior class. Nowhere more than the locker room was this stark difference apparent, especially given how the second-tallest guy was 5'8", the second-lightest had 15lbs on Perry and the second-smallest cock was a decent 7x5.

But no one in their class could compete in terms of height, strength, good looks or cock size against the literal big man on campus himself, Dirk Jamison. He stood 6'3", had the face of a model, the body of a superhero and an impressive cock that was bigger soft than nearly everyone else's cocks when hard. He was also the second-smartest person in school, right behind Perry, and came from one of the wealthiest families in town.

Perry certainly wouldn't have minded shaving a few points off his god tier GPA if he had even a third of Dirk's looks and brawn, though he'd give even more just for a few more inches to his cock.

It also didn't help that everyone at school bullied Perry endlessly, or that half the time it came from the BMOC himself, who naturally never even got so much as a stern look from any of the teacher no matter how badly he behaved. And today was no different.

Dirk was flaunting his massive cock, at full mast at a formidable 9x6, and bragging about his many sexual conquests. If any woman in town wasn't a six on the Kinsey scale, you can bet he's had her, and if he told right, if she had a boyfriend or husband Dirk would make him watch. And just to add insult to injury, when he'd finish, Dirk would go over to the other man and fuck the poor cuck's face and ass.

"Some men just have to learn the hard way," Dirk would say with a smug look on his face. "And speaking of learning the hard way..."

He made his way over to Perry, who tried to look away. But what young gay man could look away from such a man like Dirk Jamison? "Y'think I didn't see you peeping at me, geek?" He grabbed Perry and lifted him off the ground. "Guess looking's the closest you'll ever get." Everyone howled in laughter. Dirk dropped Perry, who landed on his left arm and yelled in pain. Perry tried to get up but Dirk put his bare foot on Perry's chest. Dirk looked down with a smirk. "Like what you see?" Perry tried to move Dirk's massive foot, bigger than both of Perry's feet combined, to no avail. Dirk pushed down and caused Perry to yelp in pain. "I asked you a question, you fucking geek!" Despite struggling to breathe, Perry just said three words.

"I've seen better."

A few chuckles echoed before being hushed by an incensed Dirk's glare. "Where, geek? On the internet? You know those guys are photoshopped, right? Or maybe you're talking about your comic book crushes? You probably stroke your baby carrot to that wimp Tom Holland, don't you?" He then lifted his foot slightly and pressed his heel into Perry's less-than-manly manhood. "Well, I'm not on your phone. I'm real." He then pressed down harder, causing Perry to scream. "And I do NOT! LET! WIMPS! LIKE YOU! DISRESPECT ME!"

"What's going on in here?"

The booming, masculine voice of Coach Van, followed by Giovanni "Coach Van" Calabrese himself, came into the locker room. Dirk lifted his foot and stepped back. If Dirk was a god made flesh, Coach Van was a literal titan! Coach Van was 6'7" and looked like he could fold Dirk in half six times over. He looked a bit like Zeb Atlas, especially when Zeb let his facial and chest hair go unshaved. Though if the bulge in Coach Van's shorts was any indication, he was also the only person who could out-cock Dirk. "Well?" Coach Van asked Dirk, who looked up at him and said just one word. "Nothing. Just a disagreement that got a bit out of hand." Coach Van pulled Perry upward, though Perry almost got flung across the room given his size and Coach Van's strength. "You okay, kid?" Perry nodded but Coach Van was glaring at Dirk. "Get dressed and get out of here! NOW!" Everyone scrambled to throw on whatever clothes they weren't already wearing as Coach Van just looked around. While his arm wasn't injured from where Dirk dropped him, between that and Coach yanking him off the ground, Perry took the longest and everyone else was gone by the time he put his shirt over his head and put his glasses back on.

"Hey, kid. Wait up," Coach Van said as Perry was just about to walk out the door. "I noticed your hair's dry. You didn't get a chance to shower yet, did you?" Perry was hoping he'd be able to splash some water on his head to at least make it look like he did when Coach came in to get them before they head out for the day. "I'll just take one when I get home. I'm already running late." He wasn't late for anything. He just wanted to go home, shower and just jerk off until his parents came home around 6. "Nice try, kid. You don't shower, you get a zero for the day. And maybe I'll go back and give you zeroes for all the other days you obviously didn't shower." Guess a splash of Aquafina and some off-brand body spray from the dollar store didn't fool him. And if Coach Van was serious, Perry would flunk PE and wouldn't get the physical education credit he needed to graduate. Perry began to take off his glasses and shirt before Coach Van said something Perry was hoping he'd say since the beginning of the year when Coach Van started teaching at the school.

"Why don't you shower with me in my private stall in my office?"

 

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Before Perry knew it he was in Coach's office, with his private shower stall in the corner. It was a bit bigger than the ones in the locker room, and had a fogged-looking plastic door. Coach locked the door behind them.

They both began to strip, which confirmed many suspicions Perry had about Coach Van. He was noticeable more muscular than Dirk, who would look like a mousy twink next to Coach Van. And while Dirk has a sprinkling of gold chest hair, Coach Van had big pecs with the perfect amount of chest hair. Coach Van turned around, presenting a smooth, sinewy back to Perry. He began to pull down his shorts, revealing a pair of smooth, firm butt cheeks cradled in by a black jockstrap. He turned around to reveal a powerful bulge, raw masculine power barely kept at bay by the fabric. He then took off the jock to reveal to Perry a massive flaccid cock swinging in front of a pair of testicles the size of tennis balls. The sight was like something out of Fun Size Boys, the pale, short, skinny twink with a puny hard-on standing in front of a mountain of muscle and masculinity sporting a hard-on like something out of the pages of Class Comics. It must have been almost a foot long! It reminded Perry of Chad Hunt, a porn star he found out about while scrolling the Big Dick section of PornHub, though Coach Van's cock seemed to get wider as it goes down. Probably an inch wider around the base than below the head.

In the shower, which was insanely hot, in more ways than one, Perry noticed just how much larger Coach was. Perry was eye level with just around Coach's lathered pecs. "Hey, this ain't a peep show, kid! Scrub up, rinse off, get dressed." Perry realized he hadn't even begun to scrub up.

Perry was really enjoying himself with Coach. Obviously this was going to have to be a secret. Even though Perry WAS legal, the idea of Coach Van showering with a student? Plus it didn't help matters that Perry barely looked old enough to get into a PG-13 movie without an ID. But all he could think about was wishing he could run his hands up Coach's powerful torso and down to his massive cock. He thought about his lips on Coach's manhood, struggling to push his throbbing masculinity down his throat, his nose eventually deep in his bush and his chin on his balls. He imagined Coach erupting down his throat. But quickly realized... he didn't imagine it. He just blew his PE teacher!

"Well, shit, kid! Didn't know you had it in ya!"

He wasn't mad? Perry essentially performed a sex act on his teacher without his expressed consent. "Don't worry about it. Besides, you've got work to do." Perry realized that Coach's cock, glazed with spunk and spit, was still rock hard. Probably more so than before! He picked up Perry and slowly pressed his bulbous prick between Perry's other cheeks. "Oh, FUCK," Perry yelled out. "Quiet, kid. You want someone to hear us?" Perry stuffed the washcloth in his mouth and Coach Van began to use the skinny twink as a Fleshjack, albeit one with a face like Finn Wolfhard whose hands were clutching the back of Coach Van's head while his legs were wrapped around his torso. "Oh, fuck, kid. You're so tight! Haven't had a good fuck like this in ages. You're a lot tougher than you look. I've fucked guys as big as Dirk who'd have already tapped out by now. Oh, fuck. Oh, goddamn." And then after what felt like an eternity, Coach tried to stifle a low orgasmic moan as he unloaded in Perry's hole. "Goddamn, kid! We oughta do this again sometime."

After they go dressed, Coach drove Perry home. It was already 3:45 when they got to Perry's house.

"I bet you think I've got great genes and been gulping down raw eggs and lifting weights since I was still in diapers, don't you? Betcha think my mom got knocked up by Zeus or Odin or something like that, don't you?" Coach Van and Perry were sitting on the couch in the den. "But the truth is much stranger than fiction. Let me show you." He pulled out an old photo album. He thumbed through and found a picture of a gawky teenager who looked as thin as Perry but nearly a foot and change taller. "That's me, kid, when I was your age." He then pointed to another picture of a group of people Perry assumed were football players. "Those are the guys that used to kick my ass in high school." He flipped the page and now, the gawky teenager was built like a steamroller. A few more pictures, some of familiar looking skinny guys in letterman jackets. The same as the football players. A few more of the coach, now about 19 or 20 and much bigger. A few more pictures of big guys and scrawny guys that look a bit like the latter. Pictures of Coach Van in his 20s, about 15 years ago, he says. Apparently Coach Van used to be a gay porn star named Angelo Oakhurst. "And before you ask, yes I went the pet name/street name route."

"Coach..."
"Please, school's over for the day. Call me Van."
"Okay, Van. What are you trying to tell me? What happened? Who were those guys? What happened to them? How did this happen? Who even are you? Or what are you?"
"Just a guy like you. Tired of losing the genetic lottery to jackass jocks. Tired of getting my ass kicked. Tired of being hung like a gerbil. But you want to know what I did?"
Perry nodded, and Van pulled out a crazy-looking old book and flipped to a page with a diagram and strange writing.
"I found a solution. And it's this."
He pointed to a drawing of a lean, handsome man with an obscenely large penis that dwarfed Van's. And then Perry saw the word above the figure, painted in the same dark red ink as the rest of the book.

INCUBUS

 

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"Incubus? Like a... sex demon?"

Perry remembered the demon from the Persona games, a devil-like figure with a giant horn-like appendage growing from his crotch. And aside from that, Perry figured it was a male version of the succubus, who basically fucks the life out of men or something. Perhaps an incubus did something similar. Maybe the pictures of the football players were before and after Van sicced the incubus on them. But it didn't explain how Van literally ended up looking like masculinity incarnate.

"An incubus is more than just a sex demon. When summoned," Van pointed to the strange symbol on the opposite page, "via this ritual, the incubus will be beholden to whoever summons it, or to whoever the summoner decides. While there's some truth to the nature of such creatures siphoning energy from humans, it's not always their life force. In my case I discovered that it can steal energy, as well as redirect it. Like I said, being built like a scarecrow did me no favors with bullies. From what I could understand from this grimoire," he said holding up the book, "the incubus would be my servant. My original goal was to try to summon essentially a hot boyfriend, someone strong to fight my enemies and make love to me. I thought he'd love me forever. When I told him this, he laughed. He told me demons could never know love. But he saw the pain in my heart and told me what he could do. As it turns out, masculinity was in essence a form of energy, and that such energies could be manipulated by him."

Perry listened with bated breath as Van continued. While leery of the possible negative repercussions, at that time Van's word made this nearly-literal deal with the devil seem more and more appealing. Van left around 4-4:30, about an hour before Perry's parents called to say they're tied up at work and they wouldn't be home that night.

Perry read and reread the part about summoning the demon. He realized that all he needed was a few strangely common items, though for his new-age-obsessed late-grandmother the most uncommon items wasn't too hard to track down. Just a few crystals that his self-proclaimed hippie starchild grandmother had stashed away in the attic. Tracking down which crystals was a lot easier with Google.

Before he knew it, he had began setting up the ritual space in the attic. Before he knew it he began the incantation and soon he began to feel the vibe, for lack of a better term, shift. It could better be described as suddenly going from a house party in full swing to a funeral held, for some reason, in the middle of a cold autumn night and then realize you're being followed by an unknown horror. That's what it was. Going from excited to solemn to anxious with a heavy side of existential dread. He was in the middle of the ocean, forgot how to swim, too tired to stay afloat and now... there's a shark in the water. This was a mistake, he thought. The musty, dark attic was now Disneyland compared to the lightlessness and stench of Hell itself, like a black hole sucking the air out of Perry's lungs and reeking of rotten eggs.

But he continued. He thought he didn't have a choice before, but he did. And now, he really didn't have a choice, but wished he did. He saw too many shows and movies to risk not finishing the ritual. He wanted to cry. But he kept at it. Worst case scenario, the grimoire said he could banish the demon whenever he wanted.

And soon... stillness.

And a handsome young man. Van said it'd take the form most appealing to Perry. Aside from the wavy silver hair, pastel blue skin, blue and pink heterochromatic eyes and nearly 16-inch erect penis with the overall girth of Perry would guess to be between 7 and 9 inches, the incubus looked like Thomas Doherty from the Gossip Girl reboot.

"Greetings, Master. You may call me whatever name you wish."
"I'll call you... Dalton."
"As I am and until I am no longer, my name is Dalton, Master."
"You shall call me Perry."
"As you wish, Perry."
"Before we begin..."
"Forgive me, Perry, but you need not ask me anything. I know what you seek, know how to and how not to give it to you, know how to please you and what you don't feel comfortable with. Now, with your permission, may I please begin to honor you, Perry?"
"You may, Dalton."

 

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Friday night, Perry summoned a demon. Saturday, the demon told him all he needed to know. Sunday, the demon began to help Perry.

And now, it was Monday. After almost getting his crotch stomped on Friday, no one could figure out why Perry has so upbeat. He walked with purpose, with swagger in his step. There was just something about him and no one could figure out why. At least not until after gym class, in which a game of basketball showed that this short stack had moves. And his classmates would find out that's not all he had.

"Dude, it's fucking huge!"
"Lemme see."
"It's almost as big as Dirk's!"
"Dude, tell me your secret."

Perry decided to walk to the shower stall with his towel slung over his shoulder, figuring what was the point of hiding his impromptu growth spurt. Before, his dick was 4x3 hard, but now it was about 5 inches soft. As the hot water hit his still scrawny body, his now more masculine member began to twitch with a sudden rush of blood. Soon, he was sporting an 8-inch boner that was almost six inches around. He's popped the odd boner before so everyone could tell that it literally doubled it size. It didn't help that he was facing away from the wall and giving a view for nearly everyone to see given how the stalls were arranged.

After he got out he went over to get dressed. "Oh, shit. Do you think anyone will notice?" Perry was joking about how obvious his now larger member was in his tight jeans. "Oh, big deal. What is it? Pumps? Pills? Surgery? No way it can get that big that quickly. Did you sell your soul or something? Probably why mine's still the biggest, because let's be honest. Your soul's only worth an extra, what, 3 or 4 inches," Dirk said as he walked up to Perry, his formidable prick bobbing up and down and getting harder by the second. "Whip it out, shrimp." Perry obliged. Dirk's cock WAS technically an inch longer, but Perry's seemed to be much harder, as though Perry's cock got and stayed harder for longer. Dirk's could fuck hard and fast, but Perry's could las longer, it seemed.

"An extra inch, but I bet I can go longer without cumming than you can."
"You got it, geek!"
"So how are we gonna do this? Jerk off and whoever cums first loses?"
"Get real! With those bony arms, it'll take you all day!"

One of Dirk's friends chimed in. "What about Fleshlights? That way we can also measure load size." While the crowd was in agreement, Dirk disagreed. "Even if we had one of those hands-free things for it, he probably pass out before he finished. I'm surprised just wearing jeans and a t-shirt doesn't wear him out." Scattered laughs. "Wait! What about one of those fuck machines? It does all the work, so you'd both have a fair chance." Dirk thought about it. "I've seen those things before. Okay, but make sure they both work right. We'll do it this Saturday night at my place. My folks are out of town so no one will bother us. Just you, me and the entire senior class watching me put your skinny ass in your place. Until then, no sexual stimulation of any kind. It's No Nut November rules." And so it was set. Saturday, Dirk and Perry would face off to see whose dick is truly supreme. Winner pitches, loser catches. But there was one problem.

"I'm sorry, Perry. While the size increase is permanent, I cannot give you any real edge in a contest."
"Just giving me this cock gives me an edge!"
"I don't make the rules, Perry. And this is one of those rules even I cannot break. If it's any consolation, I spoke to my brethren and no Incubi have been summoned by this Dirk Jamison, nor have any member of either side of his family for that matter. Same with any of my Succubi sisters."
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about Dirk having a demon in his corner. If that cock of his got any bigger, there's no telling what would happen."
"But there is one concern."
"What's that?"

The next part sucked any confidence Perry had right out of him.

"If he wins and penetrates you, all he has to do is ejaculate inside you and both my allegiance, my gift to you, any masculinity you possess and your entire self would be his."

 

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"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"
"I'm afraid not. By gambling with your power as a man, you now stand to lose all I've given you and more."
"So basically I'm just always one creampie away from being turned into a sex slave or whatever?"
"No, Perry. Unless you put your energies and yourself on the line, as you apparently have, you are safe. But as I've said, I cannot interfere any more than I have."
"Who'd have thought demons would have so many rules? I thought Hell operated as an opposition to order and structure, thereby eschewing any rules or bylaws."
"All that we do is as it is for a reason. We take many things lightly, but our rules serve us more than oppress us."
"So now, all that separates me from my goal and him claiming dominion over me, if I'm lucky, is making sure I can outlast him."

Monday morning, Perry was on top of the world. By that night, his thoughts were filled with dread. Until that fateful Saturday all his dreams were more or less the same. Dirk fucking the literal man out of Perry as Perry watched in the mirror. Dalton the Incubus serving Dirk with all the powers of Hell itself. The worst of these dreams saw Perry, like so many other men, fucked until they were turned into sexless creatures, lithe figures devoid of genitals. Dirk was three times as tall with eight times the muscles and cock size, all clearly stolen from his male victims. He saw rows of woman being impregnated one by one, only for their pregnancies to end in mere seconds with the women exploding as a fully-formed Dirk appeared in each woman's place, 7 foot tall and clearly to scale as their father, with each "son" siring new children and essentially creating a twisted new world order ruled by a demonic king-like Dirk, now as tall as a skyscraper with his muscles and cock to scale. He grabbed Perry, now half the height of his pinky nail, and somehow showed his cock inside him.

Perry awoke from his hellish nightmare, hoping it was just nerves and now a premonition, or a sign that perhaps summoning an incubus was a big mistake. Dalton said that Perry would keep his new cock, twice as big and thrice as strong, regardless of Dalton was banished. Perhaps if Perry banished Dalton, then perhaps he'd be sparing the world a fate worse than death. Or at least having to serve the ego of a self-styled alpha male. But if he won, Dalton's powers would REALLY come in handy.

And before he knew it, the time had come. Time to either best the biggest bully in school or be forced to submit to him for all time.

Perry was led from the raging house party to Dirk's parents' basement, which now housed two identical fuck machines with a (hopefully) brand new Fleshjack on each one and something resembling an inversion table with straps.

"Now, the time has come," said Kodi Maxwell, Dirk's best friend, second-in-command and second-biggest stud in school. "Each machine, furnished by our host, has been rigorously tested by an outside third-party to ensure a fair competition between my man, Dirk Jamison, and his challenger Perry Milton. Each challenger will be give ample lubrication. Once both competitors are fully erect, they still penetrate their respective Fleshjack, at which point the machine will be started. Periodically the setting will be increased on both machines simultaneously. The competitors will be judged based on both the length of time before ejaculation and the amount of semen produced. Competitors' cocks MUST remain hard at all times. If a competitor goes flaccid he WILL be declared the loser on the spot. The overall winner will be declared and will proceed to anally penetrate the loser as an act of dominion, cementing either Dirk's continued reign as the undisputed alpha male or the new reign of Perry Milton. Gentlemen, ready?"

"Ready."
"Ready."

Both of them immediately undressed. If Dirk's physique, an envy of men well over a decade older than them, didn't impress the audience, the certainly his already nearly-erect penis would. Overall Dirk was far more impressive, though a few noted that Perry's own penis, while only an inch shorter but just as girthy and more impressively was stronger looking. No one could figure out how, though it did look noticeably more firm, which made getting him strapped in and ready to get his first real sexual stimulation in almost a week more difficult. "And... begin!"

The machine started at the lowest setting. Perry felt as though he was almost about to bust. Even if his entire destiny wasn't on the line, he still wouldn't be able to live it down if he busted his nut after not even three seconds. Between having to think unsexy thoughts to keep from nutting to having to think sexy thoughts to stay hard, he clearly had his work cut out for him. Dirk, however, had a smug smirk on his face. Either he had excellent control or a damn good poker face.

After a while, Kodi cranked up the setting. If Perry had a hard time before, he had an even harder time now. Dirk just grinned harder, chuckling and moaning. "Oh, fuck yeah! Bet this is the best action you've even had. Closest you'll ever get to being a man. You probably think this is a category five, but it's not even a gentle breeze to me! Just give up now. I can last for hours. My shortest fuck probably lasted longer than every wank in your life combined!" Perry didn't want to admit it but he was probably right.

With each setting, Perry's troubled doubled while Dirk's cockiness tripled. By some miracle, Perry made it to the final setting. While Dirk's smirk wasn't nearly as cocky, he clearly showed more confidence that Perry did at the first setting. "C'mon, is this REALLY the best it can do? I bet I could go all night!" Dirk might have thrown his head back and flexed his prodigious barely-legal muscles before grabbing the machine and fucking it back twice as hard, if not for being strapped in. "Oh, shut up! You wanna know a secret, you jackass? Even if I lost, you'd only be the second-best fuck of my life!" Everyone gasped. No one in town could out-man Dirk, except for possibly one. "Let me guess. You got fucked by the coach, right?" Perry's eyes widened in shock before regaining his composure. "So what if I did? I've seen how you act around him. Everyone else you look down upon, but with Coach Van you humble yourself the way everyone else does to you. You may be Hercules, but what is an exceptional demigod compared to Zeus? He raised the bar and all you can do is shimmy underneath. I probably wouldn't even noticed if you were inside me! You will ALWAYS be second-rate in my eyes, and nothing you do will EVER change that!"

That was a lie. He didn't banish Dalton, who'd no doubt help him siphon the manliness out of everyone in town. But Dirk didn't know that. His look of confidence now a look of shock, like Xerxes taking Leonidas' spear to the side of his face. The godking was wounded and it showed. Dirk didn't know that pumping his prick inside of Perry's hole would grant him nearly all the mass and strength of Perry's cock, much less dominion over a newfound human sex toy or a wellspring of stygian power. All he knew is that he loses either way. His dominion over Perry, as far as he or anyone could know, would be meaningless. Realizing that was worse than losing, Dirk did something no one expected.

"Ohhhhh, goddddd dammmmmmn!"

Sexual abstinence and Dirk's own prowess produced a sizeable load, one that hopefully would be ample enough to still give him a victory over Perry. Even with no reason to abstain from ejaculation, Perry persisted. But not only that, he shocked everyone by slipping his hands from his straps. He licked his fingers slightly, bringing his left hand to his left nipple and proceeded to stick his fingers in his hole. He could have lasted way longer and maybe win solely on his time. But a few minutes later after some nipple play and a prostate massage, he moaned loudly and blew his wad.

Dirk had by now been freed from his straps and now was gulping down a bottle of Gatorade. Perry wobbled over to a sink near the washing machine and washed his hands before joining him. As Kodi and a few others talked amongst themselves, Perry worried that regardless of the results, they'd still give the win to Dirk. It was obvious that no one had faith in Perry. And as Kodi walked to the middle of the room where the now unplugged fuck machines stood, Perry could just hear Kodi declaring Dirk the winner and feared the worst. Just what the world needs, a cocky rich asshole with delusions of alpha masculinity. One bolstered by Hell itself. One who would breed every man into submission and every woman into bearing superhumans.

"The winner..."
Kodi held the Fleshjacks and poured the slimy spunk out of one, with Dirk's name, and the other, with Perry's, into similarly-labeled vials placed onto scales reading 0.0.
One such vial measured as having noticeable more contents.
"...is Perry Milton!"

 

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Perry laughed incredulously, the crowd booed and Dirk scowled angrily. "Bullshit," he roared. "You probably got the Fleshjacks mixed up. No way I didn't blow a load big enough to win it, even if he did last longer than me!" Kodi just shrugged. "Hey, I have to be impartial. If it was my decision, you would have won." "Bullshit, Kodi. This is probably you getting back at me for knocking up your girlfriend." The crowd grew hushed. This was a sore spot, since Kodi made her get an abortion, which made her grow depressed and try to harm herself. "Fuck you, Dirk," Kodi screamed as he showed Dirk to little avail, whose retaliatory shove landed Kodi on his back. "Hey," screamed Devon, Dirk and Kodi's fellow teammate. "You lost and he won. Fair and square." Devon was one of the few people on the football team who was more willing to stand up to Dirk. "Now, you either be a man and honor your agreement or welch and be a coward."

"Fine," Dirk yielded. He walked over to a nearby couch, still buck naked, and bent over it. "Turn over," Perry said as he walked over. "I wanna see that killer bod of yours while I'm ramming it." After Dirk turned over to sit on the couch, Perry grabbed a bit more lube for his still turgid prick and then lifted Dirk's legs. With Dirk's ankles on Perry's shoulders, Perry slowly pushed the tip in. Like the fuck machine, Perry started slow before picking up pace. Dirk reached for his semi-erect cock, only to have Perry's hand slap across Dirk's right hand. By now, Perry was ramming Dirk hard and fast. Dirk gasped and moaned as hard and fast and Perry thrusted into his virgin hole, Dirk's prostate being slammed by the plump head of Perry's cock. Soon, Perry brought Dirk's legs around his waist and grabbed Dirk's shoulders before moving his hands to Dirk's hairy pecs, which looked like Chris Evans' pecs from Captain America if Evans didn't shave his chest for that scene. Perry's grunts became more animal like as he became more and more dominant over the taller, stronger, bigger Dirk. Over a week ago, he was like a Fun Size Boy but now he was more like a Twink Top.

And then, just as it seemed like Perry was going to jizz inside of Dirk's hole, he stopped. He pulled out. Perry then began to jerk his cock hard and fast. He seemed to flex as he did, showing that perhaps he had more muscle on his frame than one might think. He was very skinny, but not as weak as one might think. And soon, he blew his load all over Dirk's chest and face. From the look of it, what he emptied into the Fleshjack wasn't even half the contents of his balls! A splat of spunk struck Dirk square in the face while three or four thick ropes of man gravy streaked across his Herculean torso. After scrubbing his cock with soap and water from the sink, Perry began to put on his pants and shirt, though letting his partially deflated cock hang out of the fly of his jeans, when he noticed Dirk reaching for some paper towels.

"Don't wipe it off! Put on some pants and go out there like that. I want everyone at that party to see you as you are now. And I want to see how you got there."

With that last line he grabbed his prick. "He stole your title. Now let's go back upstairs. I have a toppled top to show off." And just like that everyone joined the party upstairs. Dirk left the cum all over his torso and face, a symbol of his defeat. Perry let his manhood hang out, letting everyone know that there was a new alpha male in town. No one at the party was under 18, so Perry didn't have to worry about all the hot guys, seniors from other schools and a handful of college men, laying hands on his cock. He took a few guys who said they were from a frat in Dirk's dad's old alma matter, looking to size up a legendary legacy for when Dirk attends next year. Of course, something more legendary has taken their attentions away, and its owner was taking them up to Dirk's parents' master bathroom to dominate a few college studs in the Jamisons' shower that was bigger than Perry's entire bathroom.

 

[MonsterLuvr]

One guy was Biff Oster, big and blond like Flash Gordon on steroids. The one to his left was Scotty Yang, who looked like Ludi Lin with Dwayne Johnson's muscles. And then there was Trip Devlin, who looked like Cameron Monahan with twice the muscle. They followed Perry into the shower, stripping hurriedly. Scotty's chest was the smoothest of the three, with Trip's being noticeably more hairy than Biff's, possibly due to Biff's lighter hair color. At 8x7, Biff was the least endowed of the men, followed by Trip at 9x7.5 and Scotty at a meaty 10x8.

Clearly the incubus' gifts were on full display to make these alpha males go full beta for someone who compared to them was a twig amongst towering redwoods. Over a week ago, Perry would have been lucky to be half as manly as a beta male. So to have fucked the biggest alpha male in school AND make him walk around covered in Perry's nut, only to now fuck three bigger alphas than Dirk in Dirk's parents' shower.

The Jamisons had money and it showed. Aside from being big enough to fit Perry and three frat men, it was very well designed in terms of function and style. Perry sat on a stool that no doubt one of Dirk's parents, or perhaps others, sat on while showering. Biff began to turn on the water while Scotty and Trip grabbed a few washcloths and soap. Biff, being the leader of the three men, got to wash Perry's cock, which was still rock hard. All three men were at full mast yet Perry's mast seemed twice as hard. Biff's hands worked the shaft and balls, which Scotty and Trip focused on Perry's torso, occasionally licking Perry's nipples while Scotty rang his fingers through Perry's shaggy dark hair. Trip took to Perry's armpits. Perry almost didn't notice Biff's mouth slide down his shaft. As if knowing what they wanted, Perry didn't take long to jizz down Biff's throat. Scotty and Trip went next, each getting an equally sizeable load to gulp down.

They then stepped out, dried off and carried Perry to the Jamisons' bed. After a good amount of lube slathered onto Perry's still rock hard manhood, Biff laid Perry down and began to ride the scrawny geek who at 110something pounds was a third of the prodigiously muscular 19yo man. It was like a truck riding its driver! Deep grunts from the dominant bottom and gasping moans from the submissive top picked up at a quicker pace as Biff began to slam his hard muscular ass down against Perry's bony pelvis. Harder, harder, faster, faster and then...

"Oh, yes!"
"OH, FUCK!"

Perry shot his shot inside of Biff. "Goddamn, kid! Where do you fit all that spunk?" Considering Perry blew his load in a Fleshjack, onto the chest of the school's quarterback, down the throats of a trio of frat men and now up the ass of one of them, that was a very good question. One that Perry obviously could answer. One that he obviously shouldn't answer.

"My turn."

Scotty knelt onto the bed and faced a nearby mirror, apparently wanting to see Perry in a more dominant role. Perry obliged, grabbing the hunky Asian demigod's waist as he rammed his prick deep into Scotty's tight hole. Biff, Scotty and Trip were more used to penetrating that being penetrated and it showed. "Ah, fuck! Oh, god. Oh, shit." Perry looked over and admitted that he liked what he saw. He may have looked like an off-brand Finn Wolfhard knockoff from Wish with a body that made a toothpick look like a drumstick, but he liked seeing this Hulk-sized god among men giving himself so willingly to someone he'd probably be more likely to beat up than take up the ass. Maybe this is what it was like to exude big dick energy. And even at an astounding 8x6 he was currently the least endowed male in the room! Before he knew it, the sounds of moans intensified into a crescendo that ended with several gasps from Perry as he fired off more shots.

After all that, Perry was starting to get a bit tired. But he knew that even with his apparent BDE and the three men's exaltations, he wasn't leaving until they were satisfied. Trip laid flat on his back and lifted his legs into a V shape. Perry dove right in, from tip to root in a split second. While he rammed away, Biff and Scotty licked and sucked Perry's nipples. The added ecstasy flowed like a raging river through his synapses. As the grandfather clock outside the door struck midnight, Perry emptied his balls for the eighth time that night. "Goddamn, kid. Thanks. And if you end up at school with us next year, you'll always have a place in our frat."

Perry drove home, tired yet emboldened by his victory over Dirk and subsequent domination of three complete randos.

"So, how was it?"
"Amazing, Dalton. Who knew all I needed was a demon to fix all my problems? Thank you."
"As long as I'm here, I'm free from that awful place you summoned me from. So no thanks are really necessary. I'm just returning the favor as best as I can."

Perry stripped as he got into the shower. After what went down, he needed another. Thankfully his cock had long since deflated to its flaccid state. "Speaking of favors, surely you can think of another favor I can do for you," Dalton said as he stroked his 16-inch hard-on to the sight of Perry's naked body. Perry didn't know if Dalton wanted to fool around before bed, as they did pretty much all last weekend. "I'm beat, Dalton. I just don't have the energy," Perry sighed as he slipped his boxer briefs on. "You don't need energy for what I want. Just lay down and take off your underwear. Leave the rest," Dalton said as he stroked his permanently erect penis, "to us." As he said us he kissed the head of his prick. Why Dalton couldn't suck his own dick, Perry didn't ask.

"No, Dalton. I'm spent for the night. Maybe in the morning."
"But, Master, your parents..."
"Mom's got surgeries all day and Dad's going to Aunt Lindy's to fix her car. We can smash like horny jackrabbits tomorrow. Assuming my body's done aching. Now, go to bed!"
"You know I don't sleep. Besides, I've got an idea for something even better for tomorrow."
"What?"
"Well, let's just say that giving you a bigger dick, a ramped up sex drive and the ability to jizz more in one wank that most do in a whole month is easy as 1-2-3. Now, I want to show more my more... potent magic."
"If I wasn't tired as hell, I'd ask what that means, but you can tell me over breakfast. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Good, now as your master, I command you to let me get some fucking sleep."

 

[MonsterLuvr]

Perry awoke to Dalton straddling Perry's prick. "Morning, Perry. Hope you're feeling better today, because I've got some exciting news." Perry scrambled to grab his glasses to see the blue-skinned Thomas Doherty-looking sex demon bobbing up and down on his cock while Dalton's own cock, all 16x8 of it, bobbed and swayed. He instinctively grabbed it and swallowed the first few inches, self-sucking the top third was riding all of Perry's prick balls-deep. Eventually the two came simultaneously, Perry giving the demon a thick creampie while Dalton took a minute or two to stop the flow of demonic spunk.

"That was the best sex I've had since... well, last week. Seriously, you have to keep my satisfied to sustain my strength. With your folks hardly home, keeping this house charged with sexual energy has been difficult. Thankfully they had their 'date night' a few nights ago. I just snuck in, despite only being perceivable to those you allow, and cast a lust spell. They barely made it out the door."
"I know. Thankfully you were able to soundproof their room."
"The point is, I have to be kept charged. That's why I wish you would have let me accompany you to that party. I couldn't have interfered with your little game, but from what you've said I could have kept you there all night. You know that I could have kept you from succumbing to sexual fatigue, right? Hell, that whole house could have charged me up like nothing else."

Dalton stroked his eternally stiff meat scepter as he thought of all the barely legal men and woman at the party, all at their sexual and physical peaks, giving into their animalistic carnal instincts. "I couldn't risk it. Now, you said you had something to tell me? Last night you talked of potent magic." Dalton's handsome powder-blue face and pink and blue eyes lit up. "Yes. Call that Dirk guy over. Tell him to come over around 3. That should give us plenty of time to prepare. Now, as far as he knows, incubi don't exist. So, here's what you tell him."

Dirk couldn't believe what that geek Perry did. That scrawny geek did something. No way someone's dick could double in size over the weekend, much less outlast a real man like him. And how Perry disrespected him? At his own party, no less! Dirk didn't know how, but he WAS going to set things back to the natural order. He'd find proof that Perry cheated. He probably numbed his dick with Novocain or something and it wore off just as he skeeted. And when probably took something when no one was watching. That's how he was able to blow twice as hard all over Dirk's chest and face. And those guys from his dad's old frat? He probably called some guys he met at Comic-Con or something. No way he'd be able to fuck all three after fucking him. Nothing made sense, but if the evidence was somewhere in Perry's place, he'd find it. "I don't know how you did it, but I'll find out," he muttered as he pulled into Perry's driveway. "And I'll be back to being the alpha male supreme at this school. Just you wait." He walked up to the door and banged hard enough to wake the dead.

"Dirk, I see you agreed to meet me. Also, sorry about your parents' bed. If it's any consolation, those three guys and I had fun. They even said that if I end up in their school next fall that I've got a..."

Dirk closed the door behind him, grabbed Perry by the shirt and slammed him into a nearby wall. "You said you were gonna tell me how you beat me. Now... TELL ME!" He roared like an angry beast. "Gladly. And let's just say that everything will be as should be before you leave. It's up here."

The attic, which over a week ago was where the incubus was summoned, housed a different scene. Lit by LED candles and darkened with a blackout sheet over the only window, the room housed a bondage rack in front of something Dirk assumed was a mirror under a black sheet. "You can come out now." Dirk nearly jumped with a strange-looking man seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Maybe he was always there, or just behind the mirror, Dirk couldn't tell in this light. Perry flipped a light switch and suddenly Dirk jumped when he saw the man. Around six-feet tall with a lean, athletic build, square jaw, red and pink eyes, light blue skin, wavy white hair and what Dirk assumed was some kind of strap on. No man has a cock that big, nearly twice as long as Dirk's and a bit thicker. "You must be Dirk. You may call me Dalton. That's the name given to me by my master, Perry, while I exist on your plane of existence." Dirk stared incredulously. "Would you like a taste?" He walked over, waving the tip of the impossibly long phallus near Dirk's neck. "Fuck you, freak. What the fuck are you?" Dalton smiled coyly and bluntly said, "I'm an incubus. A sex demon summoned by your classmate. I offered him my magic and that's why he was able to make his genitals much larger than normal. Personally, I told him that I could give him so much more. But he'd rather I give that gift to you. He said he felt sorry for how he acted at your party and now, he'd like to extend an olive branch... of sorts." He stroked just beneath the head of his cock as he said the last part.

Dirk just started laughing, trying to stifle it but soon was doubled over laughing like a simpleton. "You're fucking with me, aren't you? Seriously geek, how'd you do it? Pumps? Pills? Surgery? Is that it? You cried to your scalpel jockey mommy and asked her to make your wee-wee bigger?" Dirk devolved into a babyish voice to mock him. "No. And it wasn't a numbed dick or drugs or anything. Dalton, strap him in." Dalton obliged as Perry turned out the lights again. "If you agree to anything Dalton says AND vow to not revoke your consent for any reason, save for you life being in danger, or you let me fuck you while livestreaming everything, thereby letting the world know your new place in the male hierarchy... and I'll let you go. But if you don't choose, we won't let you out. Now, I'm willing to give you a choice, but if you refuse to do so, I'll leave you up here with Dalton and tell him to do whatever he wants. At which point he'll fry your brain and leave you on the streets, a lobotomized, genderless sex fiend sustained only by the spunk you drain from the balls of other men. Of course, if you let Dalton do what he wants willingly, he could give you more masculine power than you could ever dream of. You think Coach Van outclasses you? Dalton could make me into someone that makes Coach Van look like I do now. Every woman serving you, every man wishing to be cucked and fucked by you."

Dirk couldn't believe it. "More strength and power than I could ever imagine? What do I need to do? Sell my soul? My first born? My left nut?" Perry just said one thing.

"Let him fuck you in the ass and his power becomes yours."

 

[MonsterLuvr]

"Jesus Christ, please tell me you're joking." The sound of that name, even if said in vain, made Dalton wince. "I don't joke about my purpose. My kind have manipulated world events for eons! For you, it's a monster cock up your ass in exchange for being a god among me. For me, it's another day at the office. Whether I get to fulfill my master's desires, or my own, or have my energies charged by my master live-streaming your fall from your alpha male roost, I win either way and you stay in bondage until one such outcome comes to pass. Unless you can break out, but don't bother. I've bolstered it with magic. It'll always be twice as strong as whatever tries to break it. Personally I wish Perry would just let me loose on you, giving me complete freedom to do as I please. You thought getting by the biggest geek in school was bad?" Dalton was now levitating up to Dirk's eye level. "Having a scrawny, vertically challenged geek ram his dork inside you while your class watches will seem like a happy memory when I'm done." He levitated to bring his firm pecs, light blue with dark blue nipples and short strands of bone white chest hair across them, up to Dirk's eye level. "I look like this at Perry's behest. No one could handle my true form, which is a minute fraction the size of what I have before you." He lifted himself further upward, his 16x9 steel-hard cerulean shaft brushing upwards. Finally, Dirk's nose was mere inches away from the demon's crotch, more platinum body hair from which a pair of pomelo-sized testicles hung beneath a fat shaft of blue meat that extended well past Dirk's head. "All this dick could be yours. Its mass added to yours. Your cock would almost double in size. And that's not all. I told Perry I could add muscle to his body. I could have made him bigger and stronger than you, but he has such limited vision. But you? I can offer you the world and you'd demand the entire universe! Now... you we have a deal? Or would you rather me grant such power and dominion to Perry? Unless... you WANT to be my personal bitch for eternity. I'd wear you like a condom for all of eternity, keeping you between me and every demonic hole in Hell and on Earth. It's not as much fun as it sounds."

Dirk realized that making no choice would be worst than letting Perry bugger him for the entire world to see. Plus, Perry would still have that demon to feed him strength and power. "And let that little bitch have all that power? Such power is my right, not his!" Dalton smiled as he pulled back to bring his dark blue glans to Dirk's mouth. "Good, but first I get to get lubed up." With that he jammed all 16 inches of his demon dick down Dirk's throat, going from head to root in mere seconds. Dirk gagged and spluttered before realizing that even with a nearly 1 1/2 foot dick that was as big around as a 20oz soda bottle, he had no issues with breathing. A strange fact given the fact 16 inches would have put the thing no deeper than behind his sternum. Dalton was clutching the bodybuilding twunk's head and fucking his face so hard and fast he'd imagine getting a taste of incubus jism quite soon. With no way of measuring the passage of time, Dirk had no way of knowing how long Dalton planned on using his esophagus as a Fleshjack or even when he'd blow his load. Dirk stared up at the demon's taut torso, incredulously muscular with virtually no body fat. He also noticed that aside from Dalton's platinum body hair, his sky blue skin had faint pink veins, the shades of pink and blue much more subdued that the shades of his glowing irises. He also seemed to have no pores or blemishes. Aside from body hair, Dalton was incredibly smooth. He was also very handsome. Between the overhead light and Dalton's wavy hair which looked like Timothee Chalamet's hair after being bleached and dyed silver, the figure looked angelic. But Dirk knew better. No agent of heaven would be so perverse. Nor carry the smell of sulphur which mixed with the smell of Dirk's and Dalton's sweaty, muscular bodies. How Dalton sweat Dirk didn't know.

Finally, a rush of an unusual flavor, like salty honey over a bitter taste not unlike cough syrup, flooded Dirk's throat and filled his belly. Dalton slowly pulled out his still throbbing hard cock, which Dirk now realized probably never went flaccid. As he did, more of the incubus' seed emptied out into Dirk's mouth and onto his lips, dripping onto his hairy torso.

"Good boy. My seed should make you a bit more... compliant."

As Dalton lowered back down and connected his feet with the floor, he walked down and tore off the last piece of fabric on Dirk's body. Dalton threw the tattered remains of Dirk's underwear, revealing a pair of smooth, marble-like ass cheeks on one side and a fully erect cock on the other. By now, Dirk noticed that Perry has stripped down to a pair of lounge pants by this point and was clearly tenting up from the display, or at least from his fingers as they teased his nipples on his pale, hairless, scrawny chest.

"Now, my master?"
"Now, Dalton."

Dalton levitated slightly as he slowly impaled Dirk's ass, wrapping his legs around Dirk's thighs and his arms under Dirk's arms and up to the back of Dirk's head. Dalton started pounding at full power which sent waves of pleasure through Dirk's body. From where Perry stood, it looked like Dirk was wearing some kind of powder blue backpack, albeit one where the bottom straps wrapped around Dirk's thighs. Dalton stuck out a long tongue and began to lick Dirk's ear and neck. As each pound like a freight train going in and out of Dirk's ass continued, Dirk noticed a slight chill emanating from where he assumed his prostate was. After a few minutes, Dirk began a delirious laugh. "You see, Perry? You couldn't handle this. I can and now the power you can't handle is mine! Maybe if you weren't so weak and I was so strong, you'd be getting all this power." But he noticed a surge of lethargy. "Wait. Wait a minute. Is it getting cold in here? I feel so tired all of a sudden."

"Gee, I wonder why? Surely someone as strong as you can handle anything. Maybe you're not as strong as you thought. Or maybe you're not as strong as when we started."
"What? What do you mean? Didn't you say that getting fucked in the ass by this freak would give me power?"
"Yeah, about that. When I said getting fucked by an incubus would give you more masculine power you ever thought possible?"

Perry then grabbed the sheet from the mirror and revealed a sight that made Dirk more afraid than he'd ever been. The sight of his one manly cock at only half its original size as it slowly retracted into his body, shrinking with each thrust of the sex demon's pelvis, followed by Perry dropping the lounge pants he wore to his ankles to reveal a cock now a third its previous size bigger, as though enlarged by 130% its size.

"I lied!"

 

[MonsterLuvr]

Little by little, Dirk's cock began to atrophy, becoming smaller and weaker as each of Dalton's thrusts siphoned more and more of Dirk's manliness. And Dirk was helpless.

"That's right. Being penetrated by an incubus doesn't give you HIS power. It gives him YOURS! I mean, even a basic understanding of an incubus would have told you that. These things defile woman and impregnate them with half-breed hellspawn. And you were so eager, so enticed by more and more power, you gladly let him ram your hole like your prostate was on fire and his hose was the only thing that'd put out the blaze. And since he took my seed this morning, all the power he steals becomes mine. As for how my dick doubled in size? I'll tell you."

---

I stood in awe of the gorgeous demon. I couldn't believe the sight of him. I used to pull my puny pud to the insanely gorgeous Thomas Doherty on Gossip Girl all the time. All the times I dreamt that Max, his lusty pansexual character, would come into my room. I'd imagine him fucking me hard and strong like he fucked Rafa, one of his teachers played by Jason Gotay. His hard prick slamming into me.

But this wasn't a dream. Aside from the glowing heterochromatic neon irises, wavy hair like quicksilver or cerulean skin with darker blue nipples, he looked exactly like Thomas Doherty. Well, except for the massive prick. It must have been almost a foot and a half long! And for something that prodigious to be fully erect? If this came from Hell, I would probably die of overexcitement at the sight of what heaven holds.

As he had no name, I gave him the name Dalton to answer to until I severed our contract. Any gifts he gave me were permanent. And one such gift saw him put lips to my cock and blow me. I'd always imagine that if I left the dugout, I'd be playing catcher, not pitcher. But here I was, my ideal man, save for the skin and eye color, was on his knees giving me what I assumed felt nothing like a normal blowjob. I expected lips on my shaft, but not this warm feeling. Not just like the body heat of another person but something that penetrated my person deep to my core and exploded outward. When I finally came, I thought I'd been getting sucked off for hours, but it was only... not even two whole minutes. Dalton still had my surprisingly still erect cock in his mouth, but it didn't feel the same. My cock was balls deep, yet it seemed deeper than we started. I could also feel his mouth was tighter. And there was a heaviness between my legs. As I looked down, Dalton was slowly removing my manhood from his lips. I immediately noticed the base was wider and the more of my cock he removed from his lips, the more I saw was different. It was longer. It was thicker. It looked harder. Stronger. More dominant.

I measured it and was shocked that he didn't just make it longer or fatter. Before, I was four inches long and three inches around when hard. Now, I was eight inches long and six inches around. The length and diameter doubled!

"I could have made it longer or thicker, but given your length in relation to your girth, I figured keeping it proportional would be better for you. Was I right?"
"Yes. Oh, fuck yes! It's beautiful."
"If anything I should be thanking you. All the masculine energy of the damned is wasted in the beyond. It serves my kind more flowing through the living than the dead. The lust of the living sustains my kind, but the lust of the damned sustains nothing. And I can do so much more."

After that I basically fucked his brains out all weekend. Dad was on a stakeout and Mom was out of town at a seminar. And then Monday morning came along, and now look where we are.

---

Dirk stood in shock, his hands and feet bound as Dalton rammed his mammoth member deep into his guts, fucking every bit of masculinity out of him. And into Perry. All the mass from Dirk's dick, save for a single inch with 2/3in of girth, had been taken. It was practically just a Ken doll crotch with an acorn-sized glans. And by now, he could see in his reflection and Perry's naked body that Dalton was siphoning Dirk's dick first. Even with about 5% of Dirk's muscle mass on Perry's form he looked incredible, with or without the dick that thankfully capped off at 13 inches in length, with the girth of just under 10 inches. Perry decided to use the remaining masculine energy, and some taken from Dirk's muscles, to stretch his frame out to about 6'4" and sprinkle some hair across his upper torso.

"Double time, Dalton."

And just like that Dalton's thrusts hit twice as quickly. From here out, all of Dirk's losses were Perry's gains. And all that meant was now with Dalton siphoning Dirk twice as quickly, Dirk could see his muscles shrinking at a noticeable rate. And the weaker he got, the stronger Perry got. His shoulders flared out noticeably as his waist shrunk. Then Perry's newfound muscles grew and grew. Soon, Dirk was almost as skinny as Perry was, when Perry commanded Dalton to stop.

"Okay, Dirk. Here's the deal. If I let him keep going, he'll come inside of you. The effects will remain permanent. You will also become sexually insatiable , constantly pursuit of big cocks to suck and be fucked by. Your holes will also always return to their original tightness. Each cock will feel like the first time and you will be a slave to that feeling. But... I could tell him to stop. Tell him to restore you to how you were before you came up here. I could have him restore you. And... make everyone forget about everything that happened since last Monday. On only ONE condition."
"Anything. ANYTHING!"
"No one will remember how I was before this. As far as they will remember, this is me and always has been. Aside from being second to me in intellect, you'll also be second to me as a man. You can still be the big man on campus. But your only condition for this life is..."
"What? WHAT?!"
"You promise to NEVER use your perceived superiority over others as an excuse to act like a fool. No more fucking other guys' significant others while they watch, no more fucking them in the face and ass when you're done, no more dick-measuring contests. None of it. Your place shall be to protect the pack, as is the true place of an alpha male. All the while, I'll stand above you, reminding you of your true place."

---

I awoke the next morning. My alarm going off. I go to take a shower. The face of yours truly, Dirk Jamison, stares back. Classically handsome, built like a god and hung like a horse. But also smart enough to know not to let it make me make a fool out of me. Most guys would be swinging it around, banging babes while their cucked boyfriends and husbands watch in the corner. But not me. I may be heading to the best school in the tri-state area on my parents' dime but that wasn't going to spoil me. Not with a friend like Perry Milton by my side. In terms of athletics, he could be the best, but chose a life of academia. Perhaps if I chose differently, I'd be tied for first with the smartest man at school. I'd still be second in terms of animal magnetism, overall physicality and dick size, but I could think of worse ways to live. And all that strength came in handy when he came out. No one would dare mess with someone who could probably bench press the principal's Toyata, if you believe those rumors.

Hard to believe high school was all those years ago. As we walk into our ten year reunion, hand in hand as husband and husband, Perry and I were still the two biggest men on campus. Our combined prowess changed the world since then, changing science and technology while still giving us the money and power to make the world a better place.

---

That night, after returning back to the Jamison estate, Perry waited until Dirk was asleep. He snuck out to the lake, where he stripped down to nothing. In ten years, Perry had packed thrice as much muscle onto his frame, as did Dirk. They hardly ever worked out, so how did they do it?

"Dalton!"

A familiar sight entered Perry's line of sight.

"Master!"
"Took you long enough. Have you procured what I've asked?"
"And then some, Master."

The demon, now dwarfed by Perry, was grabbed by the waist as Coach Van did to Perry a decade ago. And soon, the demon was rammed hard and fast by the now 7 foot tall figure, built like a titan but with the highest IQ since Stephen Hawking. Perry's manhood had grown to surpass Dalton's. Any compassion in Perry's heart for the creature had faded. He saw what happened when a guilty Coach Van, spared from Dalton's memory distortion, banished the incubus he summoned as a teen. Turns out the gifts are permanent, but the energy to sustain them was not. And now, once every year, he sends Dalton out to harvest masculine energy from various sorts of men. Pedophiles, rapists, death row inmates, war criminals and so on. And every year, Perry would fuck it out of Dalton. And after each fuck, Perry's strength and to a lesser extend Dirk's would increase.

No one would notice that Perry was taller, proportionately more muscular or that his dick had also grown 4 inches with a proportionate increase in girth. Or that he'd gain their intellect.

"From trash, comes treasure."

 

[42Strangelove]

Well done!

 

[MonsterLuvr]

Thank you.

 

[Oysho]

Super spexy

 

[MonsterLuvr]

Thank you. I assume spexy is a good thing?

 

[jeroenn]

Good story! I enjoyed esoteric/magic thing.

 

[Oysho]

Thank you. I assume spexy is a good thing?

100%

 

[MonsterLuvr]

In that case, thank you.

 

[Oysho]

In that case, thank you.

My pleasure