Maskers: Many Worlds #1 - The Big Reveal

In a few minutes, Inti and I are leaving for Greece. It's been a hectic two weeks, with me going through a lot of red tape to get my leave approved on such short notice, and neither of us are exactly looking forwards to the trip. I'm dressed in a tight white t-shirt with a graphic design on it, with a pair of denim shorts with a short inseam to show off my muscular legs. My property is in a pink, short-sleeved shirt that's open to show off his incredible pecs and eight-pack abs and a pair of white compression shorts that accentuates the highly substantial bulge at his crotch. We're both wearing sandals and as usual, our junk is surrounded by three heavy steel cockrings. At least with flying private, we don't need to worry about setting off the metal detectors.

"Remember, we're back to being 'Charlie' and 'Mattie' as long as we're in Greece. We don't want to slip up and call each other by our new names on this trip."

Inti - no... 'Mattie' rubs his chest. "I'm nervous amor, Uncle Damien sounded angry. And he said in no uncertain terms that he wanted to see both of us. 'As soon as possible.' "

"Well, sweetheart, we have to do this. We can't keep hiding the Conversion we went through - there's nothing we need to be ashamed of. I just hope and pray that Cap lets me stay this way. Being a bald Latino cop for the past two months has been incredible!"

I paused, patting my back pocket to feel my wallet. "You have the correct tats showing, right?" Mattie rolls up the sleeves of his pale pink shirt to display his alpha-omega and lion.

"You?"

I nod and do the same with my t-shirt. "I had Zack put them on me for the trip. But I'm going to have to get all the dye removed and reapplied when we get back. I can't have 'Chuy Calderon' showing up with ink belonging to 'Charlie Hawke'."

Suddenly, the tension we've been feeling breaks and we start grinning like idiots. Then we then start flexing at each other and laugh out loud at our posing.

Mattie catches his breath and then gives me a panicked look. "Follame! (Fuck me!, ed.) Our rings!"

He dashes back into the bedroom and comes back with our wedding rings. After his Conversion, he had stopped wearing his because he had outgrown it and I had stopped wearing mine when I became 'Chuy Calderon'. I had had them both of them resized for us in anticipation for our meeting with Damien.

As the two of us head toward the door of our apartment, Mateo notices me grabbing a medium-large piece of wheeled luggage from behind the sofa.

"What's that for? We have clothes at Uncle's villa."

I tsk-tsk at my property. "Nothing that fits us now, sweetheart."

"Oh, damn... you're right."

The two of us leave the apartment and lock the door behind us.

* * *

At the Westchester airport, the two dieseled Hispanics board a white private jet. Ori Galinis, the chief of security for Kriatos Shipping, is in the cockpit, completing preflight checks.

"Almost done, guys. We'll be leaving in a few minutes." He pauses. "Ready to beard the lion in his den... or rather the oligarch in his villa? I certainly wouldn't want to be you two right now."

Mattie makes a face. "Don't make us more nervous that we are already, Ori. Even with Hector running cover for us, I'm not looking forward to this trip or meeting Uncle. Neither of us are."

Ori gives him a hard look. "Well even if your medical excuse is pure bullshit, it hangs together pretty well. But if I could poke a hole in it, so can Damien."

Charlie grins at the blonde-haired pilot. "Those little oversights has been corrected, Ori. We have commercial flight records from here to Jamaica now, hotel reservations, credit card receipts AND hospital and treatment documentation. We've even gotten a real-live doctor that someone can talk to and confirm everything we've said and supposedly done."

"Shit... Well, it was a stroke of genius to get Hector to tell him and provide the interference for this drug reaction." He turns to the NYPD patrolman. "Nice touch that you decided to risk taking the same drug to get the same results."

He gives a resigned sigh. "I just wish you'd trust me enough to tell me what actually happened. I think all this prep should make Damien not kill you. As least not right away."

Charlie purses his lips. "Maybe after this, Ori. It's not something we can talk about openly."

"Aha! So you admit it!"

Mattie shakes his head. "Shut up, Ori. Just fly the plane and get us to Mykonos."

The pilot chuckles and feeds power to the engines. "Strap in fellas. Next stop - Sunny Greece."

* * *

(A few hours later)

The sleek jet descends and soon, the island of Mykonos appears through the clouds. Ori receives clearance from the tower at Mavrogenous aiport and soon, the plane lands and taxis to a private hangar. On the tarmac, the two Latinos see Hector waving through the windows.

The two men leave the plane and are embraced by Mattie's black-haired cousin. Ori debarks and gives the young doctor a crushing embrace and hard kiss as well. "Fuck, I've missed you, Heck..."

Mattie turns to the dark-haired Greek. "How's Uncle?"

Hector makes a sour face. "Annoyed and preoccupied. He sent me out here to wait for you. 'I want to see them as soon as they land.' The car's in the parking lot."

With apprehensive looks, the three men follow Damien's son off the tarmac.

* * *

About half an hour later, Hector and the others pull up into the port-cochère of the Kriatos family villa. As the men get out, the front door opens and Damien Kriatos stands in the opening with a flinty and determined look on his face.

The men approach. Damien looks at the two Latinos in shock. "By the All Holy..."

Inti makes the first move. "Uncle..."

Damien pulls him into his arms. "Mateo, why couldn't you tell me you got sick and this happened to you? Did you think I'd love you any less now that you look like some big and intimidating melampsós kátharma (dark-skinned lowlife, ed.)? Hector told me all about what happened and why I haven't seen either of you ... but this is quite the shock - even your face looks just changed enough that if I didn't know it was you, I would swear you were a completely different person!"

"The reaction to the medicine caused some permanent facial swelling as well, Uncle..."

The elder Kriatos turns to me and gives me an equally strong embrace. "Charlie, moró mou (my baby - a very affectionate term even for grown nephews, ed) ... what you did for Mateo was extraordinary! I don't know of any man that would willingly risk having this happen to him. You look even more like some unsavory mavridherós malákas (an even more derogatory term than melampsós kátharma, ed.) than he does!

He chuckles. "And you both are built like Cretan bulls! You are huge now! Was this part of the medicine's side effects, too?"

"I don't think so, Uncle. You know I've been working out more and getting physically bigger as part of my undercover assignments." I pause. "Mattie felt somewhat ..."

"... inadequate..."

I give my husband (and property) a dirty look. " ... left out ... so he started the same regimen as I use and trained with the other officers. You can see he's as big as me now!"

Damien's face hardened. "No drugs? I can't believe you two got this imposing without taking something dangerous and illegal."

"Just protein, creatine and lots and lots of heavy gym work. Transanabol isn't even in any known pharmacopoeia, let alone being dangerous or illegal. We never touched the stuff. But who knows? Maybe... I think we've both gotten more defined since we darkened up."

"Why don't you let your hair grow back in? You wouldn't look so threatening."

Think quick. "I tried. It grew in a little and then even that started falling out. Nothing's grown in now for a couple of months."

I backed him up. "Same here, Uncle. But I don't really mind." I winked. "Once you get used to being like this, being completely hairless is just part of the overall look."

Hector interjected. "Could be some form of alopecia totalis, Papa... I can see if I can find out any more information... or any possible treatment."

Damien grunted. "When you're not smiling, there's a definite air of menace and criminality about the both of you. It's quite unsettling, but somehow... strangely exciting... since I know it's from my two nephews. Those earrings just add to your intimidating appearance as well. But enough. Why don't you two clean up and go relax on the beach? We can have a family dinner and you can tell me about everything that's been happening with you."

I embraced the older Kriatos."Thanks, Uncle! We'll see you in a bit!" Hector and the two of us leave and head up the stairs to our rooms. Ori starts to move away as well.

"Orestes, stay for a moment." Damien pointed to a chair. "Sit."

The older man's face grows dark with anger. "Why didn't you say anything to me about this? You must have known this had happened to Mateo! What were you thinking?"

"I saw Mateo getting bigger and more muscular and I confronted him about it - but he told me the same thing that Charlie and he told you right now - he was feeling inadequate compared to Charlie and wanted to do something about it. I was just as shocked as you were when he came back to the office after a Caribbean trip and looked like he does now."

"But that was 22 months ago! Why did you say nothing to me during that entire time?"

Ori looks down. "I didn't know what to say, Damien. I was upset as we all were. We didn't want to make Mateo more self-conscious or more upset than he must have been already. We all were hoping it was just a temporary condition, so we kept quiet about it and were hoping for the best. But when it got to the point when we knew it seemed permanent, it was just too late to say anything to you. I'm sorry. That was poor judgement on my part."

Damien sighed. "It wasn't your fault, either. I just wasn't expecting the boys to look so different from their wedding photos." The older man's eyes fill with tears and he angrily wipes them away.

"At least they are happy and healthy." He waves a hand at the security chief. "Go up and romp with Hector. He's been waiting to be with you for months."

* * *

Mattie and I open the door to our bedroom and embrace.

" 'And the Best Actor award goes to Hector Kriatos!' Damn, I wasn't expecting that reception from Damien. He didn't seem as shocked as I expected and after the initial reaction, he took our new appearances pretty much in stride."

Inti chuckles and shoves me onto the large bed. "Although if he's thinking of us as unsavory, dark-skinned lowlifes, everyone else - including the rest of the family - are going to probably have the same reaction."

I laugh. "But they probably will get over it just as quickly. And I'm sure we'll get the same sexual reaction as Hector, Uncle Danny and Gabril... You heard what Damien just said? 'Menacing' and 'strangely exciting'??"

Inti laughs as well. "Undoubtedly. Part of our apparent criminal charm! Let's get undressed and go to the beach! We've been away for too long!"

* * *

The two of us strip out of our clothes and slip into some low-cut swim thongs that accentuate our massive, steel-shod packages. We exit the villa and head down the path to the beach laughing and speaking quietly in Spanish. Even with that style of swimwear being fairly commonplace in Mykonos, we draw more than a few salacious and lusty glances from men and women alike.

The two of us walk on the white-gold sands until we find a relatively empty spot. I spread the towels on the ground and we sit and rub each other down with tanning oil so we gleam dark copper in the sunlight.

Mattie gives me a huge white grin and runs into the surf and turns to me, "Come in, puto! (faggot, ed.) The ocean is wonderful!" I race in and join him in the crystal clear waters.

We spend a good amount of time in the water - swimming, playing, and just enjoying each other publicly. After a few hours, we exit the surf and flop down onto the towels on the beach, deeply kissing and fondling our bodies on the hot sands as our painfully large crotches grind against each other.

"Damn, I missed this. It feels so good to be here and just relax. Not having to worry about who's watching us is such a relief!" I turn onto my side and stroke my hand across my property's face and continue down to trace delicate patterns onto his massive pecs and eight-pack abs. I roll onto my knees and position myself over my property with my legs on either side of his hips and my hands on either side of his head. I give him a deep french kiss, which he hungrily returns.

Mattie squeezes my ass. "Damn, I want to fuck you right now."

I chuckle. "I'd love to feel your cock up my ass, too... But even being Damien's nephews, I think we need to be just a little circumspect on display on a public beach, sweetheart..."

My property gives a mock growl and pulls me in for a deep kiss.

We break apart to catch our breath. Mattie gives me a wink. "We have an audience, amor... look to your right." I look up to see a pair of trimly muscled, young Greek guys in black speedos watching us. When they realize we've noticed them, one nudges the other and both give us big smiles and happy waves. After a brief conversation, the two walk towards us.

"Mmmmm..." I give both of them a lascivious once-over.

Mattie gets up on his elbows and grins. "Looks like we'll be having some more fun before we get back to the villa..."

* * *

Niko and Ioannis proved to be a wonderful ending for our beach outing. The two young men couldn't wait to be pounded by a pair of big, muscular, dark-skinned $\pi\epsilon\iota\rho\alpha\tau\eta_{s}$