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Stinger - Part V: The Competition

I woke up to the Greek sun streaming through the wooden shutters and Mateo spooned up against me. My arm was thrown protectively over him and I gently stroked the hard pecs and muscled midsection of the love of my life. Mattie murmured in his sleep and snuggled up even closer.

My mind wandered as I continued to caress the man beside me. What a weekend. First, I get whisked away to Mykonos to meet his family, who tracked down Van Sant and had him trussed up like a side of meat for me to carve up, then Uncle Danny teleports me to God-knows-where in Saudi Arabia to help him out with some ultra-top-secret black ops...

Mattie woke up and turned around in my arms. His sleepy white smile traveled all the way to his brilliant green eyes.

“My, my, Charlie, you certainly were determined last night. I’m going to be feeling you for a week.” He kissed me softly on the lips and then trailed his fingers thru my hair. “It seems that tisis agrees with you.”

I guess my charade with ODIN was a success. I pulled Mateo to me and held him tightly. I could feel the steady beat of his heart.

“Jeez, Mattie – what did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” Our crotches ground together and he wrapped a powerful leg around me – tightening our embrace even further.

He laughed softly as he trailed his hand between my shoulders and down my back. I shivered. “I wonder the same thing. You’re a gift, Charlie … oh God, I love you so much…”

He pinched my ass. “C’mon – we should be getting up. I smell breakfast.”

* * *

We showered together and got dressed – cutoff shorts, tanks and flip flops – and headed downstairs. The two of us entered the airy kitchen to the smells of Greek coffee and freshly baked bread. My mouth was watering already.

Seated at the kitchen table were Damien – giving us a big smile and Hector – who was nursing an obviously massive hangover. Ori was at the large refrigerator pouring out a glass of juice from a pitcher.

“ ‘Morning fellas! Have fun last night?” Orestes was wearing a black speedo which highlighted his considerable package and Apollonian physique; his golden hair hung in loose curls around his face. From the feral grin, I got the distinct impression he was not only referring to the party and the sex with Mattie. As chief of security, I’m positive he was part of the cleanup crew at the shack.

Hector put his head in his hands. “Ori, please … not so loud! Ohhhhhhhhhh…”

Galinis put the glass of juice in front of his lover and kissed the top of his head. “Drink this down and then we’ll do a few laps in the pool, sweetheart.” He reached down and twisted a nip; Hector bolted upright in the chair and Ori gave him a hard kiss.

“Then we can do some more strenuous ... exercise.” The doctor gave his lover a wide grin as that last word was emphasized. Soon the two left.

I sat down next to Mattie and took some croissants from the basket and put a section of an omelet and some potatoes on my plate. Damien gave both of us a happy smile.

“You made quite an impression on everyone last night, Charlie … the entire family has fallen in love with you. Calista would be so happy that you two are together."

He turned to Mattie. “Your cousin Alexander wants him to do a photo shoot for his Spring line. He said … and I quote: ‘The only thing Charlie would look better in than my clothes is nothing at all!’ unquote.”

I blushed scarlet. Mateo laughed and hugged me. His soft beard tickled my face.

“I don’t think anyone has ever made that impression on Alexander Masiokos before, Charlie! You should do it! Just imagine your face plastered all over Uomo Vogue!”

It took a moment to sink in. “Mattie … you said Alexander Masiokos? THE Alexander Masiokos, the clothing designer? He’s your cousin?” Holy shit.

Mateo nodded and kissed the tip of my nose. He laughed and gave me a very evil grin. “The very same. And wait until you see his prive leather collection…”

Damien cleared his throat. “I also wanted to let both of you know that the … trash … has been removed.”

The simulacrum body. “Mr. Kriatos … I can’t believe you did that for me … I … I’m … speechless. How can I ever thank you?”

He waggled a finger at me. “I thought I told you to call me ‘Uncle’, Charlie … and I was happy to do it. I feel the same way about you as Mateo does – no one hurts you and survives to boast about it. And as far as thanking me, seeing how happy you make my nephew is more than enough thanks. However, I would ask one very small favor …”

“Anything sir!” He cocked an eyebrow.

I blushed. “Uncle.”

He gave us a sly grin. “Well, since you have asked Mateo to marry you, and he has accepted … will you let me plan the wedding?”

* * *

After breakfast, we spent some time on the sands below the villa. For some reason - maybe the sea air, the sun, I don't know what - we could barely keep our hands off each other and soon found ourselves making love on the beach. Mattie flipped me onto my back and slowly entered me. I wrapped my legs around him as he pumped into me and I moaned in ecstasy as he hit that pleasurable spot deep within me over and over again.

After several reversals, we were spent. Reality intruded and we had to make plans to fly home. I relaxed on our trip back to the States, with Mattie's head in my lap, running my fingers through his hair and stroking his face. Mateo had made his uncle promise a small, intimate affair; after all, I still needed to keep my proclivities on the down low. The door may be open and I may be peeking out from behind the clothes, but by necessity I still had to stay in the closet.

“Small and intimate” for Damien Kriatos meant he wasn’t inviting most of the Greek Parliament and a dozen or so heads of state. Even with those restrictions, Mattie’s uncle needed several months of preparation. We were looking at the ceremony in May or June of next year. Somehow, I didn’t think Captain Morgan would mind my taking off. I was planning on inviting him and Jamie anyway.

* * *

I slammed Tony McClaren flat against the brick wall as another bullet whizzed past us. It slammed into the mortar and several jagged shards stung our faces. The rookie (listen to me – I’m barely out of rookiehood, myself) was breathing hard – I could tell he was scared. Hell, I was fucking terrified.

I pushed him ahead of me. “MOVE, Tony!!!” We sprinted across the opening of the alley as a volley of semi-automatic fire followed us. We inched along the shadows towards the far end of the passage; towards a lone streetlamp and our cruiser. Those hundred feet looked like a 1000 yards.

“We’ll get out of this, don’t worry.” I whispered. I sounded more confident than I felt. I still don’t know how the situation went sideways so fast. One moment we were responding to a burglary call and the next we were being stalked by a group of thugs with assault weapons.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder; I turned around to look at my partner, but the world shifted.

* * *

Instead of the alleyway, I found myself in a nondescript room, partially in shadow. Instead of Tony McLaren I was staring into the face of Bobby Rodriguez. My guardian angel’s sensuous mouth curled into a tired smile.

“You know, Charlie, you’re going to be giving me a permanent twitch one of these days…”

“Bobby?” I was confused. “What are you doing here? I wanted to say goodbye to you in the hospital, but you vanished… Where’s Tony? I have to get back to him … he’s in trouble!”

He frowned. “I ... I had to leave, Charlie … I was …”

From the shadows of the room came another voice. “…fired. Officer McLaren will be fine. A bullet will crease his scalp. Bloody mess, but no real injury. The thugs hunting you will be taken care of by a rival gang and Tony will get patched up by one of the other gang’s members, who happens to be an excellent field medic named Felipe. Someone of your guardian’s dedication and abilities doesn’t stay unemployed for long, Charlie – he’s got the same clients, same responsibilities, better benefits, and a nicer and far more understanding boss… me.”

The voice was a clear, deep baritone, and its power wrapped around the core of my being. I felt like I was being stroked by the softest of fur on the inside of my body. My tool started to thicken and twitch.

A figure moved from the gloom and into the light. I gasped. The demon flashed me a grin. “He’s sort of working for the competition now.”

* * *

I took a step backwards and bumped into the hard, muscular body of my angel. I turned around and looked into his warm brown eyes and a powerful hand gently stroked my face. “Everything is fine, Charlie … don't worry - we’re still the good guys.”

I turned around and faced the other being. Tall and muscular, the demon had pale rust skin. Jewel-bright, golden-brown eyes gave me a wickedly playful and thorough once-over. He sported a well-trimmed black moustache and beard and his short black hair tumbled lazily over a pair of short horns. He was wearing an A&F t-shirt that was stretched tightly across his chest and folded arms; faded jeans hugged every inch of his powerful legs and substantial package. Despite the surprisingly diabolical appearance, I could sense absolutely no malevolence in him.

“The moment Bobby decided to take on physical form and come to you, the moment he held you in his arms, he put his love for you above all else – including God himself - he gained free will and he Fell. The rules are unfortunately very strict on that. I’m a firm believer that sometimes you have to do something wrong to do something right, but that’s a minority opinion in Heaven.”

He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Lights and offered me one. I demurred. He shook a cigarette out and held it in his lips; it light by itself.

“There’s quite a number of us about … almost perfect angels. I’m Carreau, by the way.” He took a drag and blew some smoke out towards the ceiling. The demon continued.

“Myself, I asked too many questions and I have a penchant for being a bit too intimate with mortals. Can I help it if I like sex with guys? I was thrown out too. Of course, I was sent Downstairs. They didn’t quite know what to do with me either, so they gave me a job no one really wanted and sent me up here.”

“W-what do you do?” After the initial shock had worn off, I was actually starting to like this guy. I had always imagined demons to be like the one in "The Exorcist" – Carreau was so … human.

“I’m Gay Lust Incarnate and Lord of the Incubi – sex demons." He pointed the cigarette at me and gave me a mock serious frown. "And don't get me started on sex as a sin. That's a crock of shit. Of course, over the eons, I also manage situations like these with angels like Bobby. Ordinarily, if you were heading towards the edge of a cliff, instead of a just a little voice in your head warning you about it, with my team you now get your ass hauled back and a smack upside the head. The Almighty won’t admit he made a mistake, but accommodations have been made and everyone’s relatively happy with the situation.”

He held out his arms. “Come here, Charlie.” I walked over to Carreau and the muscled russet arms held me in a strong hug. Damn, he felt good. He smelled of musk and spice - and he was a damn, handsome devil to boot. My crotch was throbbing painfully in his embrace.

“All of us were really proud of what you did in Mykonos.” I tensed. He continued to stroke my back and once more, I relaxed into his embrace.

Carreau laughed. “Relax, Charlie ... Speaking of which, Bobby and I wanted to congratulate you on the upcoming nuptials with Mateo. We think you’ll enjoy our wedding gift.” The fallen angel gave me a soft kiss on the forehead.

He held me by my shoulders and his golden eyes grew serious. “I also want to give you a heads up – do not get on the plane with your boyfriend until you have the pilot check the fuel lines going past the left afterburner. From front to back. Twice. Don’t take any excuses. Understand?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled again. “Good. Okay, off you go.” He patted my ass. “The leader of the rival gang is named Tomas.” Carreau rattled off an address. “Make sure you go there and thank him once your partner is patched up.”

I walked toward Bobby and I received an equally gentle embrace. I turned back to Carreau.

“How do I get back to …”

“…Tony?” I was in the alley once more.

“Oh shit, Charlie …” he whispered. Three figures with machine guns blocked the mouth of the alleyway. We were trapped. The two of us heard the heavy “clump” of boots coming down towards us from the dark depths of passageway behind us.

My partner drew his Glock. A shot rang out as he crumpled to the ground. Tony was bleeding from a head wound and he was out cold. I knelt to cradle him in my arms. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck …

“Throw your weapon over here! His too!” A guttural voice commanded. Our guns skittered down the alley. I looked up to see a manic-looking swarthy man holding a Kalashnikov aimed at my head. Several Latin Kings were behind him. He gave me a vicious grin. “One little piggie down … one more to g-“

His head exploded like a ripe pumpkin. I threw myself over Tony as the three figures from the mouth of the alleyway opened fire. A fusillade of bullets flew over me and as quickly as it started, it stopped. I looked up to see the bodies of my would-be killers sprawled on the ground and the three figures rushing towards me. I was covered with blood and gore.

One of the three knelt down with us as the other two moved deeper into the alley, guns at the ready. He was handsome as hell and built like a male stripper – extremely well-muscled but with a sinewy grace – and his bald head gleamed in the dim light from the streetlamp. The man wore a black tank top that looked painted onto his torso and tight blue jeans. He had a messenger satchel slung over one broad shoulder and the Uzi dangling from the other.

“You okay, papi?” His concerned dark eyes raked over me and strong hands smoothed over the thickening goo, looking for wounds. I must have looked stunned since a crooked smile split his chiseled face. “Don’t worry, guapo. We don’t do cops… unless one of you wants to dance a horizontal merengue…”

“I’m okay, I think … my partner’s hurt.”

“Okay, lemme see …” Tony’s face was scarlet and his scalp with thick with blood. The bald man felt the pulse in his neck and pulled out a stethoscope from his satchel.

“Pulse and heartbeat are strong … “ He pulled out a penlight and shined them into my partner’s eyes. “Pupils responding good … no concussion, either.” He pulled out a package and tore it open. My nose wrinkled at the scent of the strong antiseptic. He gently cleaned Tony’s scalp and face. I could clearly see the path the bullet made as it grazed his head. A crease. Just as Carreau had said.

The Latino pulled out a clean gauze pad and pressed it to the still-oozing wound. “Hold this down tight, papi … He’s gonna need some stitches.”

We both heard sirens in the distance. “I gotta go.” The Uzi swayed on his hip as he stood up and he began to trot down the alley. Our Glocks slid down the concrete and landed near my foot.

I called after him. “Thank you for saving our butts … what’s your name?”

I heard the faint reply. “De nada, papi … my name’s Felipe.”

* * *

I learned my lesson from the Van Sant incident. As soon as I was relatively cleaned up, I headed upstairs to talk with Captain Morgan. He was busy with stacks of reports on his desk; as he was reading one of them he muttered something to himself and slammed it onto another pile. I knocked on the doorframe.

“Sir, do you have a moment?”

He looked up and gave me a small grin. “Make it short, Hawke. I’ve got to get this shit finished for tomorrow’s COMPSTAT review and it looks like I’ll be pulling an all-nighter.” He motioned me to take a seat.

I quietly closed the door and sat. “Cap, I need your advice on how to complete the incident report.”

He took off his glasses and looked at me. I’ve felt the power of that penetrating gaze before. This time, however, I was able to meet it without flinching. That's new.

“Cap, the shooters that blew the other guys away were protecting us. They returned our guns and one of the guys had some medical training. He made sure Tony wasn’t badly hurt and cleaned him up before the backup arrived.” I knew I was taking a risk with the next thing I was going to say, but I plowed ahead.

“They were Tomas’ guys.”

He froze. I never saw anyone go so still before.

“I think I should leave those details out, right? And just say it was too dark to identify any of the other shooters?”

He nodded, looking very thoughtful. “Did any of them say anything else?”

“Off the record, sir?”

“Off the record, Charlie.”

“The medic said they didn’t do cops unless they were interested in a horizontal merengue.”

Morgan began to laugh. In all my time at the precinct, I had never seen him let loose like this before. Full-blown gales of laughter poured out of him until tears appeared in his eyes. This went on for a bit until he finally got control of himself and stopped.

“Oh, shit … that had to be Felipe …” He was still chuckling.

“Yes, sir. It was.” It was great to know the ever-grim Captain Morgan could laugh. There was hope for him yet.

“Look … I’ve got to get back to this crap. But let’s go out to Sullivan's for a drink on Friday. I should fill you in on the Los Brazos gang.”

I recognized the tune he was humming as I left his office from Mattie. It was “Me Miras y Te Miro” by Grupo Mania.


* * *

“So what’s this big surprise?” I was with Mateo in his car. His brown hair blew in the breeze and he had razor-cut his beard to follow the hard edges of his jaw. A 100-watt smile traveled all the way to his emerald eyes and a hand snaked over to rub my crotch.

“We’re going for a cake tasting.”

“God, Mattie … you are such a romantic!”

“Well, I want everything to be the way you like it, Charlie … I think you’ll enjoy the tasting. Sonja Hong does amazing designs.” He gave me a quick, playfully wicked look. “And I know how much you like … cream.”

I laughed and kissed him.

* * *

A hard knot formed in my stomach when we turned into MacArthur airport. Once again, we were at the Kriatos hanger and Ori was outside the plane. He gave us a wide grin and a wave.

“Mattie, where is this cake designer?”

“San Francisco. We’ll be there and back in a few hours.”

He jumped out of the car. “C’mon!”

I got out of the car. “We are not getting on that plane until it’s checked out.”

He gave me a puzzled look. “Charlie, all my planes are on a regular maintenance schedule. What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” He grinned and gripped my belt buckle to pull me aboard.

I clamped my hand around his wrist and went into “bad-cop” mode. I could tell he was surprised at the vehemence in my voice and the steely look I was giving him.. My heart was thumping in my chest.

“We are not getting on that plane and we not going to San Fran-fucking-cisco until that plane is inspected. And if I have to punch your lights out and cuff you to a goddamned standpipe to stop you, I’ll do it.”

Galinis approached the two of us. I could tell he was confused by the chain of events unfurling in front of him. I turned to the pilot.

“Ori, how well do you know the afterburner system on this plane?”

He looked even more confused. “Like the back of my hand – I designed it. Charlie, what the hell is going on here?”

“I want you to check every inch of the fuel lines. Particularly on the left side. Back to front and front to back.” I grabbed Mateo and we headed into the small Kriatos office on site.

* * *

Mateo was furious. “Charlie, what the fuck has gotten into you?” He glared at me and then down to my hand still clamped painfully around his wrist. I let go and plopped down into an office chair. He sat on the edge of the desk, a scowl darkening his face.

“Well?”

I met his glare and matched it. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Goddamnit…” he ground out between clenched teeth.

* * *

While we were waiting, Mateo pulled out his cell and began making calls. Then he logged into the computer in the office and started to manage the shipping company’s day-to-day operations. I was watching the activity out on the tarmac – Ori had slipped into a pair of overalls; he and two other mechanics were crawling over the exposed engines and fuselage.

“No, I think the afternoon is shot. We’re stuck at the airport.” Mattie was on the phone with Chara. He switched to Greek.

“I had the whole day planned and all of a sudden he went batshit crazy on me. Charlie threatened to cuff me to a stanchion if Ori didn’t recheck the entire plane. I told you he got shot at again – maybe it’s some post-traumatic stress or something … I don't know ... Chara, you don’t think he’s getting cold feet, do you?”

I turned around and stared at him. I could hear him speaking Greek, but I could understand every word he was saying. I thought back to Carreau’s mention of a gift and I wondered if that had anything to do with my newfound abilities. Mattie was facing away from me and didn’t see the look of shock on my face.

Mateo continued. “Call Sonya and tell her we’ll have to reschedule and cancel the suite at the Fairmont for tonight. As long as we’re stuck out here, email me the Venezuelan contract and let me check it out. Okay, just got it. Thanks, gorgeous.”

My green-eyed lover started reviewing the contract.

“Mattie …?” I squeezed the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. In Greek. Say it in Greek...

I opened my mouth and the words poured out. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I …” I hated to lie, but I wasn’t quite ready to tell him about Bobby and Carreau. “I had a horrible dream about the plane. No, it was more than a dream, it was more like premonition. This is the type of bad feeling a cop gets that sets every alarm ringing and ignores at his peril.”

I looked at him and my eyes were damp with unshed tears. “I ... I didn’t want our life together to end before it’s even started. Cold feet about us? Never in a million years.”

His mouth dropped open. I don’t know what shocked him more – my speaking fluent Greek or the words I was actually saying.

I got up and pulled him into my arms.

* * *

I’m not sure how long we embraced, but our hands slid past our waistbands to feel each other’s warmth and our tongues greedily tasted each other. My eyes were closed and I could feel the silky stubble of Mattie’s face against mine. I breathed in the scent of him and pulled him even closer.

The door banged open and I opened my eyes to see a somber and begrimed Ori. He cleared his throat and Mattie broke our fondling to give his head of security a measured glance.

“Find anything?”

”You’d better give Charlie a stack of bills and let him play Powerball.” He wiped some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “There was a micro-fissure in the fuel line going past the port afterburner assembly. There was also a clog in several of the halon suppression nozzles. There’s a very good chance that we would have flamed out and lost control mid-flight. We may have even crashed.”

Mattie shivered in my arms. I ran my lips along his jaw and stroked my fingers through his soft hair.

“Boss, next time Charlie gets twitchy about something – don’t think twice - listen to him. I definitely will... Ori turned to me. Thanks for saving all of our lives, bud.”

“How long to repair the damage, Ori?” Mattie's voice was shaky.

“Couple of hours. I’ve grounded every plane equipped with afterburners until they’re inspected – I’m going back out to help Basil and Galen finish checking out the rest of the engines.”

* * *

We had to delay the trip out to San Francisco for another week. It seemed that a number of the other aircraft had developed the same problem. Ori was determined to double- and triple- check everything before he would take off again. Sonya was happy to accept the commission and we selected a multi-tier white and blue design. (For those of you interested, we decided on a yellow cake with cherry and almond filling.) The cake would be flown out on one of the planes going to Mykonos for the wedding.

The other thing that was so good about the trip was holding Mattie in my arms and making love to him on the thickest, softest down mattress I’ve ever felt in the suite at the Fairmont Hotel.

Damien had asked me for my guest list; it was pretty small – only six people and their "plus ones". Uncle Danny, Colonel Morgan, Travis, my partner Tony, Cap Morgan and Jamie Reardon. They would all be put up at the villa. I really couldn't wait to meet Uncle Danny's partner, Gabril - from what he's said, it was love at first sight between them, too.

Time seemed to speed by and before I knew it, it was the end of May. I took off three weeks vacation and was back in Greece with Mattie for the final preparations. Going down for breakfast, we were half naked and even after a long and sensuous shower, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Mattie pushed me against a wall and was showering me with deep kisses when Ori and Hector came in. Hector was limping. The two were taking food out of the refrigerator.

“Heck, what happened to you?”

He made a face and tilted his head towards Ori. “Him. The swine. I swear to God he’s grown longer and wider and he made sure I felt every inch.” Another of Carreau’s gifts?

Mattie was nuzzling my neck. I gave Ori a big grin. “Λοιπόν, να είστε σίγουροι ότι δεν τον διάολο τα πόδια σαν κύκλος πριν από την τελετή, Όρη” (“Well, make sure you don’t fuck him bowlegged before the ceremony, Ori”, ed.)

Hector’s glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. “You’re … you’re speaking Greek!” Ori was staring at me, shock written across his handsome face.

“Well, you did tell me that was my only shortcoming …” I slid my hands past Mattie’s waistband and cupped the muscular globes of his ass. Our crotches ground against each other, separated only by some worn and faded denim. I kissed his eyes and he shivered under the gentle onslaught.

“... so I took steps to correct it. Ummm, don’t we have to go to the church this morning for the rehearsal?”

* * *

Damien had arranged to have us married in the Moni (Monastery) Palaiokastrou, which by happenstance, was located relatively close to his villa. The building was constructed in 1542 and has several beautiful murals inside the stuccoed building, in addition to an intricately carved chancel. Mattie’s uncle had left earlier to get the preparations completed. The four of us arrived at the church and as we entered the building we saw Damien speaking with an older priest, his flowing white beard a stark contrast to his black robes. If anything, I had expected a younger cleric who would be more accepting of this non-traditional marriage.

Mattie’s green eyes opened wide. “Father Dimitrios??” The man gave him a beatific smile and opened his arms. Mattie ran down the aisle and embraced him. Ori and Hector looked at each other in amazement.

I simply looked puzzled. “Who is that?”

Ori shook his head, still in shock. “That, Charlie, is Father Dimitrios Archontonis - otherwise known as Patriarch Bartholomew of Constantinople. He’s the Greek Orthodox equivalent of the Pope. Gay marriage isn’t legal in Greece yet, but a little thing like that wouldn’t stop Damien.”

We approached the altar, Mateo was grinning from ear to ear. “Charlie, this is Father Dimitrios – I’ve known him since I was a baby! He’s going to be marrying us!”

“Thank you sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He seemed surprised. “You speak Greek?”

“Yes, sir.”

The prelate grinned at me. “Good. Makes my life easier. My English is terrible. What do you do, young man?”

“I’m a police officer, Your All Holiness.” How the hell did I know that?

Bartholomew nodded at the honorific, pleased that I had gotten it right. “A policeman, eh? Well, this little pirate here needs a good firm hand to keep him in line!” Mateo blushed beet red beneath his tan. The patriarch pulled Mateo to him and gave him a peck on the cheek and laughed.

I gave him a quick smile. “I’m well aware of that, sir.” Damn, he looks just like Santa Claus.

He clapped his hands together and smiled. “Excellent! Let me explain the ceremony to you.”

* * *

The next day was clear and warm, with a gentle breeze sighing through the air. My heart was thumping in my chest as I stood outside of the doors of the monastery church.

The wedding service in the Greek Orthodox faith is an ancient and beautiful ceremony, which has been celebrated in its current form for centuries. The ceremony is full of symbolism and is a great experience if you have never attended one before, because it is likely to be quite different from other weddings you have attended in the States or in Europe.

The Orthodox service is also rather unique because the couple doesn't make vows to each other - our presence together in the church is taken to mean that Mattie and I were serious about getting hitched.

The ceremony consists of two main parts which both have religious significance: The Betrothal Service and the Marriage Ceremony.

The wedding began with the Betrothal Service at the door of the church and was completed before the altar table. Mattie and I stood at the vestibule of the church in front of the Patriarch who asked us if we came of our own free will.

I grasped Mattie’s hand and looked deep into those emerald eyes. At the same time, we said, “κάνουμε” (“We do.”).

Bartholomew led us into the church and we stood in front of the altar table; our rings – plain gold bands – lay on a small pillow. He blessed the rings and our best man (the “Koumparos”) – Damien - before placing them on our right ring fingers, Mattie’s uncle exchanged them three times between us, symbolizing that our lives are entwined forever. The Patriarch sealed the rings on our fingers by chanting a prayer and placing his vestment over our crossed hands.

The Marriage Ceremony began. This Ceremony consisted of several key parts. First, several prayers were said and then as they came to an end, the priest joined our right hands. Our hands remained joined until the end of the Wedding Ceremony, which symbolized our union.

Two big candles standing on the ground were lit - one by Hector and the other by Ori. Bartholomew intoned, “These candles represent Jesus Christ, the Light of the World, Who will light and bless this couple in their new life together.”

The ceremony continued with the crowning. The Patriarch held the wedding crowns, known as “stefana”, over us and made the sign of cross with them three times. The wedding crowns were linked together by a ribbon, representing the joining of two souls and that we were ready to create their own household, our own “kingdom”. Before the crowns were placed on our heads, we kissed; out of the corner of my eye, I saw Uncle Danny with tears running down his face – his partner Gabril pulled him close. Damien switched the stefana back and forth three times.

Once we were crowned, Bible readings were chanted about the responsibilities and duties of marriage. Mattie and I drank red wine from the same cup and ate honey with nuts from the same spoon, which signified that we were ready to share happiness and sorrow together - God knows we've had plenty of both already. The red wine symbolizes the blood of Jesus Christ.

Father Dimitrios led us around the altar table three times while he was holding the Bible in his hands. In Greece this is called “The Dance of Isaiah” and symbolizes that the couple (us) will follow the Word of God as we start a new life while the circular dance represents the eternity of a marriage, where there is neither a beginning nor an end. During the “Dance of Isaiah”, the guests threw rice and rose petals at us to wish us a happy and long-lasting marriage.

At the end of the ceremony, the Patriarch lifted the crowns from our heads and used the Bible to uncouple our joined hands, representing that only God is able to divide the couple.

My blue eyes grinned into Mattie's green ones as held each other and our lips brushed together like the wings of a butterfly; we were married. I closed my eyes and let the shouts and cheers roll over us. I rocked him in my arms; I never wanted this moment to end.

He kissed the tip of my nose. "C'mon, sweetheart..."

After the ceremony, an impromptu reception line was set up and we thanked the guests by distributing “bombonieres”, a party favor which contains an uneven number of koufeta (sugar-coated almonds), symbolizing that the couple could not be divided.

Finally, we were alone outside the church. I held Mattie's hand in mind and rubbed my fingers over the heavy gold band; its twin gleamed on my own finger in the bright sunshine. I smiled at my new husband ... damn, that felt so good to say!

"We did it, Mattie. We fucking did it." I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it.

Mattie's emerald eyes were bright and his grin was even brighter. "This was the hard part, Charlie. The reception is going to be a spectacle to remember!" He pulled me towards the small limousine that brought us to the monastery and opened the back door. Several thick, fluffy comforters were spread over the floor and backseat, as well as some large down pillows.

He pulled off his shoes and threw them in the front seat; then he peeled off his thin shirt and dove into the pile. Mattie twisted onto his back and spread out his arms, exposing his smooth, muscular torso and hard nips. He waggled his fingers at me with a wicked grin splitting that incredibly handsome face.

"They're not expecting us for a while ... let's start celebrating early!"

I gave Mattie an equally wicked grin as I undressed and pounced on him.

* * *
I think perhaps Charlie and Mateo have become my favorite couple - even more so that Richard and Amery - my 1940s gangster and navy man. Perhaps it's because I actually saw the man I pictured Charlie to be outside of that Starbucks - but regardless of the reason, I feel so amazingly close to them.

I hope you've seen this coming, readers ... after all, Charlie did propose to his lover and was accepted. How could I not go through with the wedding?

During this particular story arc, I introduced the concept of Charlie's guardian angel. I wanted to explore the reason why he vanished so suddenly. One thing led to another and I came across some very interesting concepts about angels (fallen and otherwise), men and djinn. According to Islamic belief, angels are composed of air and have no free will; they serve God unfailingly. Djinn, on the other hand are made of smokeless flame and like men (made of clay) have free will.

A thought occurred to me that perhaps some angels were made (as an experiment or perhaps as an accident) as a combination of air and fire - this could make them more powerful, but at the same time a bit more unpredictable.

This gave me some insight into Carreau's behavior and by extension, Bobby's. "Almost perfect" angels who possess the ability to sometimes act out of accordance with Divine mandates because their emotions can (and do) affect their intellect. The Lord of Incubi summed it up perfectly - "Sometimes you have to do something wrong to do something right."

Also, as 2011 draws to a close, I wanted to end the year on a gentler note. Again, I can't believe I've been doing this for FIVE years and I have every intention of keeping the stories coming!

So on behalf of all the fallen angels, ex-vampires, baseball players, pop stars, mercenaries, guns-for-hire, rookies, magicians-turned-con men, sentient computers, insatiable rubberstuds and the resurrected cops ...

MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Photo Study #9 - Military Rubber

For untold ages, it has not only been a military force's might that determines the outcome of a battle, but the effectiveness of it's psychological attacks. One example is the primping of Spartan warriors before battle - the foolish and naive thought them vain; the seasoned veterans knew that the process "made a good-looking man more beautiful and an ill-favored one more terrifying."

A more contemporary mental barrage occurred in Vietnam. American soldiers would leave a bowl of rice with chopsticks sticking straight up; this signified mourning for the dead and had the effect of informing the inhabitant as soon to be with his (or her) ancestors.

Imagine how our current spate of enemies would feel to be captured by dark, muscular, faceless, apparently eyeless creatures, hiding beneath military uniforms? Are these the servants of the most powerful of the djinn, the Marid? Are these evil homunculi animated by the blackest of black magic? Or the melding of man and machine into something that embodies the worst of both? Who knows?

First, I started out with my shoulder zip suit, gloves and socks from STR and a hood from Eurocatsuits. Then, I added a locking rubber collar. Beneath the suit, I wore a pair of double-sheath pants from Blackstyle.


Better safe than sorry - a nice thick pair of white boot socks to prevent any tearing of the rubber socks beneath...

Then the flight suit, boots and nomex gloves ...

But wait! There's more! Any military pilot needs a breath mask, a harness and a flight helmet ...

But one thing I can tell you - encased in rubber beneath a flight suit and gear is one of the most amazing experiences I've had!

Black Tide: And So It Begins ...

Seems like the Black Tide really is rising ...

HELP ME! Frustrated by his injury-plagued season and below average numbers, defensive end Justin Tuck said he’s “not a very good player right now” and went as far as saying, “I suck.”

"You suck?" Really? You do? Promise?

(For the full story, click here)

Black Tide Rising

Jaylon Tyler walked up to the large home and paused. A week ago, he never thought he’d be facing a decision such as this. His pulse was racing and his heart was hammering in his chest; he wanted this so badly, but he was terrified at the same time.

A small voice in the back of his head whispered - You can still back out. However, the urge was too strong. He squared his shoulders and trembling, pressed the doorbell.

* * *

The alarm buzzed and it took Jaylon a few tries swatting the clock before he managed to find the OFF button. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. Tyler was 24 years old and strikingly handsome in that Abercrombie-Fitch model sort of way – long, lean and smoothly muscled -- he blearily blinked his deep blue eyes and ran hands through his short brown hair. He got out of bed and padded into bathroom.

* * *

After a shower and shave, the engineering student pulled on a jock and sat down in front of his computer. He didn’t have classes until later in the afternoon, so he could spend his morning doing what he enjoyed most: surfing the web for porn. The fact that he was gay was not exactly a well-kept secret, but the fact that his fantasies ran towards being plowed by huge, black bodybuilders was. There was something about being dominated (okay, “raped” he admitted to himself) by a heavily muscled black thug that got him hard and leaking every time he thought about it. The young man pulled aside his jock and began to fondle himself as he surfed his favorite sites showing black muscle men and black bodybuilders impaling smaller white guys with their massive cocks. Suddenly, an advertisement caught his attention:

** White Meat/Dark Meat **
Want to spend some quality time with a muscle brutha? White boys only! Send stats and a pic to impaled@darkmeat.com

At once, his cock grew painfully large and his balls began to churn. There was something about this ad that touched something deep within him. He snapped several pictures of himself with the webcam and clicked on the link. A page returned asking for several details such as email, weight, height, sexual preference, etc. He filled out the required fields, added the photos just taken and pressed the SUBMIT button.

* * *

After classes ended, Tyler spent a few hours of “quality time” with his buddies from the bodybuilding club and returned to his apartment. The six of them had worked out heavily and after hitting the showers had made use of the empty equipment room and fucked each other senseless.

He was a bit sore from the chest and shoulder workouts and Paul had been far more aggressive than usual with him tonight; his ass still throbbed from the pounding it had received from the other muscular young man; at least the bleeding had stopped.

With that said, Jaylon had given almost as forcefully as he had received; Jeff had been howling in ecstasy from the brutal thrusts he received from the engineering student.

He turned his computer on to check his email and his pulse raced when he saw the reply to his message from the darkmeat.com site. He clicked the message and read it:

Hey Jaylon, You’re one good-looking dude! Just the way I like my white boys! I’d love to spend some time getting to know you better – including biblically [grin]. I’m attaching a pic of myself if you’re interested in meeting up. You can contact me directly at 1073324@darkmeat.com. Roland

The bodybuilder was incredible. Dark brown eyes were surmounted by straight black brows. His head and body were hairless and every muscle group – the powerful traps, slabbed pecs, massive arms, deeply etched abs and massive thighs – stood out in obscene definition. Roland was wearing only a thin pair of semi-sheer white trunks which made his massive package even more apparent.

Jaylon’s mouth went dry and jock was damp from the pre-cum dribbling from his cock. He typed in the response with shaking hands.

* * *

In a few moments, he heard the lock turn. The door opened to reveal Roland in a pair of workout shorts and a wide grin. His thick full lips and brilliant white smile seemed to completely fill his lower face.

He was even more incredible in person. Powerful muscles surged and rippled all over his body when he moved even slightly.

“Jaylon! C’mon in!” He opened his massive arms and the young man was embraced by the warm, dark flesh. There was a spicy muskiness about the bodybuilder that had his senses reeling. Tyler was gently pulled into the house and Roland closed the door behind him.

Roland began walking down the hallway. “Why don’t you come in here? I was just gettin' a quick pump on the home gym.” He had that rolling gait common to all big bodybuilders – Jaylon’s cock was leaking a steady stream of precum and was ready to burst through his cargo pants.

The young man watched the man's massive back - flaring lats, bulking deltoids which merged into his bull neck, a high hard butt of chiselled ass muscle. A sigh of urgent lust escaped raggedly from Jaylon’s mouth.

"You like what you see, handsome?" He opened his arms in an expansive gesture, pulled one arm up into a flex, turning his face close, letting his long pink tongue lick slowly across the pumped bicep, while cupping his crotch with his free hand, regarding the spellbound man from under hooded eyes.

Jaylon stared fixedly at the erotic vision in front of him, felt his cock hardening in his pants. He noticed how the big man's brown nipples, centered on wide discs against his pecs, were bullet hard and pointing nearly face down towards his bulging, defined abs.

"Well, do you?" the bodybuilder prompted.

"Oh God, I really do", the student whispered huskily, his mouth dry.

"Good, I knew you would. Have a seat on the couch. I'm goin' to get a protein drink from the fridge. I'll get one for you, too. Then we can get busy." It wasn't a question or an invitation, more of a statement.

The muscleman returned after a minute and flopped down beside Jaylon, the weight of his body hitting the couch and making it shake while its springs complained. The brown-haired student took the bottle from him and started to sip absently from it while he tried to get used to the waves of heat and the heady smell coming off the man sitting so close to him. Roland turned towards Jaylon and reached out; he began to stroke the other man’s thigh and moved his hand to squeeze the younger man’s package which was making an obscene bulge through the material of the pants. The bodybuilder’s dark eyes smouldered as he moved closer and gave Jaylon a soft kiss on the lips. “You are one damn fine handsome boy…”

The words began to tumble out of the younger man with this prompt, about how much he loved big black bodybuilders, how he would love to be as big as them. "Just like you", he ended a little breathlessly. The big man grinned sexily and nodded as if privately satisfying himself of something.

"You like my big black body, don’t you?", he murmured teasingly. Roland stroked his face and kissed the strong line of Jaylon’s jaw.

“Oh man … you know I do, Roland. You’re everything I wish I was.” Jaylon ran his hands along the slabbed pecs and traced the rifts and plateaus of the rock-hard abs as the black man continued to kiss him gently.

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes, Jay-Jay? I’m sure we’d both be more comfortable with nothin' on.”

It didn’t take any further encouragement. Jaylon stood up and pulled off his shirt to reveal the smoothly muscled torso beneath. Pants, socks and shoes followed suit and in a few short moments, the young man was naked. His prong was achingly hard and purple with need.

Roland stood and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts.

He pulled them down and kicked them away. His black horsecock – over 10 inches of thick, dark meat and an equally substantial nutsack - bobbed in front of him encircled by a thick steel cocking. Jaylon was literally drooling at the thought of that huge dick inside of him.

Roland glided over to the smaller man and knelt. A 100-watt grin split his dark face and traveled all the way to the deep brown eyes. “Looks to me like that tool of yours needs some attention.”

He slipped one dark hand around to tease Jaylon's crease and rubbed his finger over the young man’s hole.

Jay moaned and rocked, seeming unsure which touch he wanted more, Roland's mouth or his finger. The black man didn't want Jaylon to have to choose, so he gave him both. He breeched Jaylon's ass with a quick push and sucked Jaylon's prick as hard as he could.

"Rollie..." Jaylon groaned.

The bodybuilder hummed, letting Jaylon know he approved of what was going on. Jay-Jay started moving, shoving into Rollie’s mouth as far as he could before thrusting back on his finger. Soon Roland inserted two digits, forcing Jaylon to ride the burn.

"Oh, Rollie, please," the young man pleaded.

The massive black man knew what Jaylon wanted. He wrapped his free hand around the base of Jaylon's cock and pumped in time with his suction. He sped up, driving the young man closer and closer to the edge. His plan was to make Jay climax and then fuck him, although it wouldn't take long for him to explode. His own cock was ready to fill Jaylon's inner channel with his cum and begin the Transformation.

Time for my white boy to come. Rollie stabbed his fingers into Jaylon's hole and the other man jerked, hot cum flooding Roland's mouth. He swallowed, drinking as much of it down as he could. The instant Jaylon stopped moving, Roland was on his feet, turning Jaylon around and pressing him down against the table. Jay braced his hands against the wood and pushed back his ass, creating a picture Roland would have loved to gaze at, but neither he nor his cock was willing to wait any longer.

The only thing keeping Jaylon upright was Roland’s strong arms. The orgasm had been mind-shattering and he was still reeling from the intensity of his explosion down the black man’s throat. The bodybuilder stood up and scooped the younger man into his arms. He gave him a deep kiss and their tongues dueled for supremacy. It was Jaylon that broke first as Roland grinned into the smiling face. He left the exercise room and carried the young man up the stairs.

“Well, now that you’re taken care of, Daddy needs to fill up that tight white ass.”

Roland entered a bedroom and gently laid Jaylon on the double bed. A rubber sheet had been pulled over the mattress and the dark material felt smooth and slick beneath the student’s back.

The black bodybuilder grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and gave the young man a quick kiss.

“Legs up, Jay-Jay. I want you nice and slick.” Jaylon complied, pulling his legs up and back to reveal a hairless, rosy pucker.

He smiled at the other man. “God, I love you, Roland.” He couldn’t believe how powerfully attracted he was to the other man.

The bodybuilder climbed onto the bed and proceeded to pour a copious amount of lube onto his cock, making it gleam wetly in the soft light. Dark fingers proceeded to massage the lube into the pink skin below him; the black man put the bottle directly to the opening and shot a load directly into the eager chute. Jaylon got on his knees and Roland straddled the smaller man. He placed his coal-black cockhead at the sphincter and began to push his way in.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!!” Jaylon moaned and twisted in Roland’s grasp as the monster cock invaded him. He felt like he was being ripped apart.

“I know I’m big, Jay-Jay … I’ll go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He kissed the back of his neck.

The younger man cried out in pain and pleasure as inch by inch, the huge black tool bored it way into his hungry hole. Jaylon’s hands clenched around the trim black waist as he was penetrated. Finally, he felt the other man’s nutsack against him. Roland leaned over and kissed him.

“You okay, sweetheart? Jesus, you’re so fuckin' TIGHT…”

He panted. “Y-Yeah … damn, I never took anything so big before. Fuck me hard, Roland. I need to feel your cock pounding into me." Rollie began moving in and out of the tight hole. "Oh, God, yes. Just like that. Harder. I want to feel you for a week."

The bodybuilder’s hands slid up to grasp those of the man beneath him. Fingers intertwined as the black man pulled the student’s arms up and over his head and immobilized him beneath his muscular body.

He gave the student a wicked grin. “Happy to oblige, boy…”

* * *

Roland established a brutal rhythm as he pulled his prong out, leaving only the thick mushroom head within the smaller man and then thrusting his horsecock back in – all the way to the base. Jaylon reveled in the burning pain in his ass as well as his imprisonment within the other man’s iron grip; all his fantasies were coming true.

The bodybuilder’s rhythm began to increase in tempo and then with one final, deep thrust, he bellowed as a massive orgasm ripped through his body. Jaylon felt a gusher of cum explode within him as Roland sank down, spent.

Jaylon was in a daze as the black man pulled out of him and got off the bed; he smiled to himself. I’ve never had my brains fucked out before – this feels great. He closed his eyes and stretched on the rubber sheet. Suddenly, he realized that he couldn’t move his arms past a certain point. He opened his eyes to see his wrists fastened by elastic bands to the corners of the bed frame and Roland fastening his ankles in a similar manner.

“Hey … what are you doing?”

“Gettin' you ready for your Conversion.”

“Huh?”

The bodybuilder opened a closet and pulled out what looked like a large canister vacuum on wheels. The hose of the mechanism terminated in a buttplug with a hole in its center. The black man lubed up the tip and pushed it into the other man’s ass. Roland pushed a button and Jaylon felt the tip expand within him; it continued until he knew that there was no way it could be removed until it was deflated. The black man pushed another button on the device and the captive on the bed felt a thick fluid enter his ass and worm its way into his body. He experienced a series of painful cramps as more fluid continued to fill him up and then watched in horror and amazement as his stomach began to balloon out as the volume of the material continued to increase. He screamed as the pressure continued to build within him. Finally, Roland switched off the machine and Jaylon looked at his massively distended abdomen.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?!” Jaylon thrashed in his bonds.

“Like I said, I’m gettin' you ready for your Conversion. I’ll explain as best I can. You’ve been infected with a virus or something that is going to cause some major physical changes to you. It’s sexually transmitted. The stuff I pumped into you is basically a high-protein, high-carb slurry. It gives the whatever-it-is the extra material it needs to do its thing with optimal results.”

Roland pulled up a chair and began to stroke the other man’s forehead.

“Don’t worry, Jay-Jay. It’ll be over soon and you’ll be better than you ever were before.”

Jaylon felt something begin in his gut and start spreading throughout his torso and into his limbs. It was a soreness; the kind of dull, low-level pain you felt after a particularly grueling workout. He moaned.

“What you’re feelin' now is the first stage of the change. You’re gettin' physically bigger. You’re gettin' taller and you’re also puttin' on more muscle. A lot more muscle. I pumped about 90 pounds of slurry into you, so you should be about 250 pounds when you’ve completed this stage.”

The pain intensified and Jaylon arched his back. Roland watched as his body began to change further. The bodybuilder noticed a perceptible lift to his hips as his glutes swelled and altered to produce a perfect high round bubble butt of two melon shaped halves, which jutted almost shelf-like away from the base of his back. Fingers lengthened on suddenly bigger hands. But the really significant changes were happening to his face and head. Jackson watched in fascinated approval as Jaylon’s skull rounded at the back and dipped sharply where it met his neck.

The student’s previously rather high forehead seemed to shrink visibly and his brow thickened. His cheekbones became more prominent, his nose flatter and broader with flaring nostrils, his big, now-almond eyes hooded with deeply folded lids. Finally, his lips thickened to a sensual new fullness,dominating his whole lower face.

The soreness continued for a few more moments and then slowly abated. Jaylon felt a warmth begin to spread through his body; it was extremely enjoyable as he squirmed on the bed; he wished he could fondle his cock as the warmth and pleasure intensified.

Roland continued to stroke his forehead. “This is the best part. Your skin is gettin' darker all over as I watch. In a minute or two it will be a dark chocolate brown, 'cept for the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet. Very ... erotic. And that monster dick of yours is several shades darker, almost coal black. With a slightly lighter head. Your brown hair has fallen out. Your skull and jaw will gradually grow out in black hair, if you want to let it grow. Personally I like the bald-headed look on a big guy like you. Us. You've already developed a pair of thick black eyebrows. No hair anywhere else on your body – all smooth, silky and black – just like me.”

Jaylon had watched in fascination as his chest had bulked out and his arms grew in length as well as in muscle definition. As Roland was speaking, he saw his skin grow darker and darker until finally it was nearly the shade of the black bodybuilder sitting beside him.

Roland stroked the deep crevasse between Jaylon’s now massive pecs and rubbed his fingers around the dark nips. Almost immediately, a wave of pleasure swept through the new black man’s body as the nubs hardened.

“How you feel, Jay-Jay?”

“Fuckin' amazing.” Jaylon was surprised at the deeper timbre of his voice and the drawl he now possessed. He grinned at the other black man. “Help me up, Rollie?”

Roland removed the plug and then released the straps and held out a dark hand. “Up you go, handsome. Let’s take a look at the new you.”

He helped the new bodybuilder to his feet. Jaylon stood and walked experimentally around the room, finding his new center of gravity and getting used to the slightly rolling gait which his big thighs created when he walked. He sauntered over to the wide, full-length mirror and gasped.

The hulking black 6' 3" figure stared back at him, whose shoulders spanned its whole width easily, bore little resemblance to the young man who had entered the house a few hours earlier. His thick corded neck and muscle-knotted shoulders, 50" pecs, awesome flaring lats pushing his 23" biceps away from his body, rock hard bulging abs, huge thighs with prominent veins running into his crotch all proclaimed him the very image of a powerful bodybuilder. His heavy low hanging balls over which flopped a thick cut dick - unhard at least six inches long - suggested that he would be a powerful player in bed as well. Deep brown eyes were surrounded by long black lashes and surmounted by thick black eyebrows. Thick sensuous lips twisted into a smile. With the exception of his brows, he was perfectly hairless all over.

Jaylon started to touch his muscles, as if to persuade himself that it was all really true. He whistled slowly, commenting almost to himself, "Would you look at me, Rollie? I’m a real black muscle god now."

All this activity produced an immediate response from Jaylon’s steadily thickening dick. Roland laughed and handed him a heavy split steel cockring.

“You’d best put that on now. Can’t have you running around naked, now can we?”

Jaylon’s bright white grin split his handsome face and he fastened the two halves around his cock and balls. The steel warmed quickly and provided a comforting heft to his horsecock that continued to grow and harden.

Roland grabbed Jaylon and pulled him close. The crotches of the two naked black men ground together as their tongues devoured each other’s mouths. Rollie broke the embrace first and turned around to crawl onto the bed. Jaylon took note of the black rubber flange covering his pucker as he moved.

“What’s that?”

Roland turned around to look as his partner. “What’s what, stud?”

“That thing in your ass.”

“Butt plug.” The bodybuilder was laying on his back; he reached down and grasped the flange. Grunting, the sinews in his forearm tensed as he slowly withdrew the massive black plug out of his ass. It was easily four inches wide and at least seven inches long. “Havin' a plug up your ass helps you concentrate. When you’re good and full, you’re not thinkin' 'bout fucking …”

He chuckled. “… all the time.”

He settled himself on the rubber sheeting and he pulled his powerful legs up; his dark pucker winked invitingly to Jaylon.

“But right now Jay-Jay, there’s nothing more than I want to feel that monster cock of yours splittin' me open and makin' me scream.”

Jaylon was only too happy to oblige.

* * *

After a marathon fucking and sucking session, the two black muscle gods relaxed together in the bed. Roland had re-inserted his plug and had helped Jaylon insert one of his own. The new black man’s device was a large, heavy black steel globe with a short stem and a button flange at the end. Jay-Jay had grunted in pleasure as Rollie pushed the heavily lubed sphere into his chute. Once the globe was fully inserted, his pucker snapped shut around the stem, displaying only the small round cap. The steel filled the massive bodybuilder up and nestled tightly against his prostate. Like the heavy c-ring, the sphere provided a deeply pleasurable heft as he moved around.

Roland explained that the “virus” as he called it – made use of the resources it had at the moment of transformation. “A muscular guy in good shape turns into a black man with even better musculature. A guy with a little extra weight gets taller and/or even more cut. A fat bastard ...”

“Or someone that had 90 pounds of protein pumped up their ass …” Jaylon piped up as his pink tongue laved around the hard pebble of one of Rollie’s dark nips.

“… or someone that had 90 pounds of protein pumped up their ass …” Roland chuckled as he continued. “… gets to look like us. The biological clock also seems to turn back to somewhere in the early- to mid- twenties and gets fixed there too. Of course, once you’ve been Converted you can always get bigger – eating like a pig won't get you fat- it will get you taller and even more shredded.”


Rollie trailed a dark hand down Jay-Jay’s powerful back and the other man shivered under the gentle onslaught. “The other major changes involve pheromone production and sexual orientation. Guys - white or otherwise - are now irresistibly attracted to you – gay or straight – and once you’ve been Changed, the only thing you really want sexually is being with another man.”

The bodybuilder’s hand had reached the button of Jay-Jay’s plug and he toyed with it, making the sphere move inside his partner’s body. The other black man squirmed in pleasure.

“Speakin' of which, handsome, you feel like continuing the process? You know anyone else that wants to become an insatiable, black stud?”

Jaylon’s deep brown eyes met Roland’s. “I can think of five. Lemme make some calls.”

* * *

“Jaylon was really cryptic with that text.” David commented as he and the others walked up to the large house. All five were tall, handsome and well muscled. Polo shirts, jeans and shorts wrapped snugly around their powerful tanned physiques. He rang the bell.

Antonio replied. “Yeah, I don’t understand why he told us to bring a big container of Gainers Fuel each.” All of the young men were carrying a 4-pound bottle of the protein powder with them. They heard the lock click and five mouths dropped open in amazement.

A 6’3” black muscle god stood before them and gave the group a bright white smile. He was wearing nothing but leather flipflops and a red posing pouch which was fighting a losing battle in containing a massive cock and set of balls.

“Hey guys, c’mon in!” The five young men stood transfixed. There was a musky aroma coming from the black bodybuilder that had their hearts racing and their cocks slithering down the legs of their pants. Antonio felt his cock slide out of his jock and peek below the edge of his shorts. Blushing furiously, he tucked his dick back into the khakis.

The black man had started walking down the hallway and stopped when he realized the others were still standing at the open door. “Well, what are you waitin' for?”

“W-where’s Jaylon and who are you?” Jeff stuttered.

The black man smiled. “You’re lookin' at him.” He opened his arms in an expansive gesture, pulled one arm up into a flex, turning his face close, letting his long pink tongue lick slowly across the pumped bicep, while cupping his crotch with his free hand, regarding the five from under hooded eyes. "You like what you see, guys?"

“You’re a fucking liar!” Paul growled.

He is always such an aggressive prick. “Really?” The huge black man smiled pleasantly. “Then how would I know about that birthmark on the inside of your crotch on the right hand side? Or the goddamn foul mood you were in last night when you were fuckin' me so hard I was bleedin'?”

The young man grew white as a sheet.

“Holy Jesus Christ … it is you … how did you – you – you …” Declan stammered.

At that moment, Roland came in from one of the side rooms. “Hey, Jay-Jay … these your peeps? Mmm-mmm-mmm … you certainly have good taste in white boys…” Rollie grinned as one powerful arm snaked around the other bodybuilder’s waist and squeezed his swollen package.

Jay grinned back. “Yep. Rollie, I want you to meet Richard Giordano, Paul Krueger, Jeff Williams, Antonio Solano and Declan Wright. Guys, meet Rollie Bennett – the man who made me who I am.” He turned and the two black men kissed as the other five looked on in amazement.

Rollie smiled at the group. “You brought the protein powder? Great! Let’s get that all mixed and in you guys and then we can start turnin' you into black super-studs.”

The pheromones produced by the black muscle gods were too powerful for the five young men to resist. Jay-Jay and Rollie helped them out of their clothes and got them to drink down the protein powder mix. Antonio and Jeff finished the concoction first. Paul was still only halfway through the container's contents.

“Damn, I feel like I’m gonna burst.” Antonio gave Jaylon a rueful grin. Solano was a handsome Latino with smooth caramel skin and large, expressive eyes. The two had often enjoyed energetic, but gentle sex and the recently Converted black man wanted to ease his friend’s transformation into a dark muscle god.

“You’ll feel better in no time, Tony.” Jaylon kissed the back of the other man’s neck; Antonio shivered in pleasure. The bodybuilder pulled off his posing strap to display his steel-ringed horsecock and hefted the engorged tool.

Jay’s scent surrounded him as the bodybuilder cupped the back of his head and bent to kiss him, hard lips demanding entrance. Tony opened, giving in without struggle or doubt. Maybe he should have taken a moment to think about what was going to happen next, but he didn't want to think.

The black man thrust his tongue into Solano’s mouth, stroking and teasing. The young Latino reveled in the hard warm embrace of the huge dark bodybuilder. Brown eyes met.

"Jay ... I … I want to taste you."

He knelt.

He gave the latino a wicked grin.

“Why don’t you get this good and wet to start with?”

Tony grinned at the massive black tool in front of him. He stroked the thick and heavy cock, savoring the thick veins and the extra-large mushroom head. He opened his mouth and started to lave his tongue on the ebon horsedick.

With a flick of his tongue, Tony tasted the clear liquid leaking from it.

"Oh fuck..." The black man’s hips jerked.

Solano knew the bodybuilder was trying not to thrust. Tony relaxed his muscles and despite his lack of a gag reflex, choked as took the muscle god’s prick all the way down to the base. He swallowed and hummed, causing Tyler to groan. Jaylon’s dark gaze asked a question, and Tony nodded slightly. The black man’s hands gripped Tony’s scalp, holding him still while the bodybuilder rocked in and out of his mouth. Antonio closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the hard flesh rubbing over his tongue and the spongy head hitting the back of his throat. Leaving one hand on Jay’s massive thigh, he slid the other one up to fondle the balls swinging beneath the cock he sucked. He pressed a fingertip against the tender skin behind the sacs.

Jay gently pulled out. “That’s enough, Tony. Any more and I’ll shoot down your throat.” He lifted the young Latino up and poured some lube onto his fingers. When Tyler slipped one into Tony’s ass, he moaned.

"Don't take long, Jay. Please. I need your cock."

"So impatient ... last thing in the world I wanna do is to hurt you." Jaylon pumped his fingers out and in as deep as he could. Adjusting the angle of his hips, Antonio cried out when Jay nailed his gland with a knuckle. He gripped his own cock and started stroking. Two, then three fingers invaded his hole, creating a delicious burning that needed fulfillment.

"No," he protested at the emptiness in him as Jay’s fingers left his ass.

"Just a moment." Jaylon’s coated his shaft with lube before impaling Tony with one deep thrust.

The sounds of skin meeting skin filled the chamber. The scents of sex and sweat hung in the air. Tony had nothing to anchor himself to except Jay. The bodybuilder’s muscles bunched under the latino’s hands. He felt the power of each push into him.

"More." He slid one hand down to cup Jay-Jay’s ass, urging his lover to fuck him harder. "Come on."

Jay grunted and, frozen deep in Tony’s ass, he came. Cum bathed Solano’s inner passage. He clenched his muscles, draining the black man as effectively as a milking machine.

* * *

Meanwhile, Roland was busy with Jeff. Williams looked like a young Superman. Tall with raven hair and with electric blue eyes, the young man was nearly overcome with lust as the black man stroked the smoothly muscular torso and nuzzled the corded neck of the smaller man. Jeff reciprocated by tracing delicate designs on the massive dark shoulders and gently kissing the strong, chiseled jaw. “You like snugglin' with big black men, don't you, J-Dog?”

“Oh man, yes …” Jeff breathed. Rollie stroked the distended stomach. It wasn’t as swollen as Jaylon’s had been, but Jeff was considerably larger than the initial Convertee.

He’ll be one big motherfucker, Roland thought to himself. He led him onto the bed and pushed him down. He shucked off his shorts and proceeded to lube up his dick and the awaiting hole.

Rollie slid his fingers between Jeff’s legs, brushing his balls, searching. When the black man found that tight hole he slithered one finger inside. Jeff hissed, rocking his hips. The bodybuilder matched it with another digit. Jeff ground himself onto Rollie's hand.

Kneeling, arching backward, Jeff latched one hand on Roland’s thigh. The other took firm control of his own cock. Williams’ body arched, legs locked on either side of the black bodybuilder’s hips. Slowly he slid onto Rollie’s shaft. The black man watched Jeff impale himself, watched as he disappeared within that warm, pink body. Overwhelming sensations of heat and pressure rampaged through him.

When their hips met they stilled, shivering for heartbeats. Then Williams reared up and rammed back down.

"Oh, Christ!" Rollie writhed within the velvet heat of his partner. Jeff may have been the one being fucked, but there was no doubt that the young man was completely in charge of the ride.

Williams slammed their bodies together. Rollie sucked in his breath as sparks frayed his nerves. He wrapped his dark hand around Jeff’s cock and pumped. Stroking his skin was like stroking rock-hard silk. Wild and desperate, they drove each other.

Jeff clung to Rollie. They moved in perfect rhythm. Two men locked in pleasure and both completely melded by their passion; mind and soul. Roland lost himself within the hot confines of the young man’s body.

Williams screamed. He bore down on Rollie’s cock, body jerking as cum painted both stomachs. The sight of his brown skin coated with white cream set Roland off. His own orgasm thundered through him.

* * *

Both black men bellowed as they exploded into the willing asses beneath them. The two bodybuilders collapsed atop the smaller bodies covered in sweat. In a few moments, they got up to prepare the two young men for the process to come.

“That was the best ass pounding of my life.” Antonio smiled up at his lover.

Jay settled him in the bed and sat next to him. “Well, this is only the first of many, Tony. Let’s get you comfortable for the transformation.”

Roland did the same for Jeff. In a few moments, both white men began to groan as their bodies began to change. Everyone – with the exception of Rollie – watched in fascination as the Conversion played itself out. Skeletons lengthened, muscles grew and thickened, facial features altered and skin darkened. In the span of a fifteen minutes, two more heavily built black men were in the room.

Antonio got up and looked at himself in the mirror. “Damn, I’m real muscle brutha now.” Jay came up behind him and nuzzled his neck.

Strong ebon hands reached around to fondle the dark horsedick on his friend. “You'll need a cockring to show off that tool, Tony…”

Antonio looked over at Jeff who was staring at himself in amazement. Williams – the biggest of the group – was now as massive as both Rollie and Jay-Jay.

His skin was very dark, which made his smile even brighter beneath the deep brown eyes. Roland had already fastened a heavy hinged steel ring around his package and his massive tool was standing out at obscene attention.

“Dayum, Jeff – you look amazin' !!!”

Jeff turned to his newly Converted friend. “I feel amazin', Tony!” His voice was deep bass rumble. He stroked his engorged cock. “You look damned good yourself!” Jay had slipped another hinged cockring over Antonio’s manhood and screwed it closed. Tony proceeded to stroke himself to a massive erection.

Jeff chuckled. “You’re a regular black mutherfucka now!” He cocked his head towards Richard and Declan; he gave the former latino a wicked and lascivious grin. He sidled over to the other black man and massaged the huge steel-encircled cock. “Let’s make some more.”

* * *
Jeff strode over to Declan. He gathered him into his powerful chocolate brown arms and began nuzzling his neck. The young man's nostrils were filled with the heady, musky aroma of the bodybuilder holding him. He moaned and laid his head on the rock hard shoulder. Jeff's hands slid down Declan's back and massaged the hard globes of his ass.

"Damn, you feel so good in my arms." Jeff's deep voice sent shivers down his spine. Declan gripped the strong black man even closer. Suddenly, he felt another massive body press against his back and another set of lips land soft kisses on the back of his neck. A hot, thick tool was pushed against his ass and lower back. Wright trembled at the gentle attack.

“Papi … you’re shakin' …” Tony’s voice was an octave lower, but the softness of his speech was unchanged. “It’s nothin' to be afraid of … I'm still me...”

Wright let out a ragged breath. “I know, Tony. I just can’t wait to be like you.” Visions of himself as a powerful black man had him hard as steel; a pool of precum was starting to grow on the floor.

The two black men continued to fondle the white man between them; Jeff chuckled.

“What are you thinkin' of, bud?” Tony queried.

“We’re like an Oreo cookie right now – black on the outside and white in the middle…”

The three men laughed together. “Let’s get you full of black cock, Deck…” Williams drew the trio to the bed and laid on his back. Quads flaring, he spread his legs and his steel-encircled horsecock stood up like an ebon flagpole.


Declan stood between the massive legs. Dark eyes bore into him.

“Suck me off, Deck.” Jeff’s deep voice purred. Wright bent over to take the massively thick tool into his mouth. The black man’s hands gently held his head and stroked his temples as his cock slid down the smaller man’s throat. As he established an easy rhythm with the bodybuilder beneath him, Declan felt a set of fingers spreading cool lube into his ass and soon Tony’s massive shaft slid into him.


* * *
Roland was busy with Richard. The huge black bodybuilder had stoked the other man into a near-frenzy by rubbing his massive cock across the pink pucker of Jaylon’s friend. Giordano finally could take no more. Surprised by a judo leg sweep, Rollie found himself lying on his back with the smaller man above him. Richard spread his legs and squatted, impaling himself on Bennett’s black shaft in one hard thrust. The white man screamed as he was penetrated and panted as he grew accustomed to the massive cock ripping him apart.

Roland was surprised at the ferocity of the young man. “Hey, Richard … easy now … this isn’t supposed to hurt…”

Giordano shook his head as he balanced himself on one arm and pumped himself up and down. He gave the bodybuilder a wicked grin.



“I … I … like it rough, Rollie.” he stammered between gasps. “I’ve … I’ve … never had someone so … big … inside me before …. Aaaggghhhhhh!!”

Richard screamed as Rollie erupted inside of him.

* * * 
Paul swallowed hard as Jay-Jay sauntered over. Part of him was terrified of what was to come – the transformation into a heavily-built African – and another was exhilarated at the new opportunities. The huge black man stood in front of him, hands on his trim hips and his monstrous cock bobbing in front of him, rigid and near coal-black with desire. Don’t these black cocks ever go down? He thought to himself.

“I haven’t been completely soft since I was Converted.” Jaylon grinned at Krueger’s surprised look. “And no, I didn’t read your mind, I just followed your eyes. Between the cock ring and the butt plug, there’s always a low-level of horny running through me, but it’s manageable.”

Paul’s eyes widened. “B-butt plug?”

“Yeah. We got a bunch. Nice, huge plugs for all your asses. After the Conversion, you really feel incomplete without somethin' substantial up your chute all the time.”

Jaylon stepped behind Krueger and slapped his ass. Hard. The black man grabbed a bottle of Gun Oil proceeded to dribble the fluid down between the crack of the young man’s bubble butt. With two strong fingers, he massaged the waiting hole and filled the dark passageway with the lube. Paul squirmed in pleasure as Jay-Jay hummed with pleasure.

“I'm gonna love splittin' you in half ...”

He then poured and rubbed a substantial amount of the slick material onto his giant cock. Jay-Jay stood behind him, and pulled the smaller man closer; Krueger could feel the thick head of the massive cock against his pucker, demanding entrance.

Paul hissed as the powerful black arms inexorably pulled him backwards and pinioned him. The monster cock tore him open; he was gasping for breath when he finally felt the heavy ballsac against his cheeks.

Jay-Jay pulled out leaving only the head of his dark cock within Paul and then slammed back in with a single thrust. Paul screamed at the brutal invasion. “And now, the fun begins …” as the black bodybuilder began pistoning in and out of the widening hole ...

* * *

Declan was sandwiched between Solano and Williams as his Conversion began. Both men provided encouragement and soothing caresses as the physiological changes took place. Within ten minutes, Declan was a changed man. He was not as dark as his buddies, but there was no mistaking him for a powerfully sexual black man.

Strong hands stroked Tony’s face and two sets of full lips came together in a deep kiss. Declan reached for the bottle of lube and spread the gleaming fluid onto his newly gigantic horsecock. He kneeled on the bed and pulled Solano’s thick legs onto his powerful shoulders. Tony cried out as Declan penetrated him.

* * *

Richard had been held in Roland’s arms as the Conversion swept through him. The newly minted black man stared at himself in the mirror and struck a front double-biceps pose which burst every muscle in his powerful arms and torso into obscene definition. A small amount of short, black hair was on the top of his head, and his large, dark brown eyes were surmounted by thick, well-shaped black brows. He gave a deep laugh at his formidable physique and then his hands traveled down to massage the massive cock that was quickly growing larger and more turgid with lust.

Rollie gave him another thick hinged cockring and the black stud snapped the gleaming steel around his package. He put thick arms around Rollie and gave him a deep kiss.

“Thanks, Mr. Bennett – I’ve never felt so good in my life!”

Dark hands reached to squeeze Rollie’s ass when long fingers encountered the flange of the heavy plug.

“Huh..??” the new bodybuilder made a quizzical noise.

“It's a butt plug.”

He crawled onto the bed and spread his legs. He gave Giordano a wide grin.

“Pull it out and break in that new tool of yours.”

* * *
Jay-Jay had given Paul a pounding which had made the smaller white man curl into a ball and whimper. The black bodybuilder had gotten a bit carried away with the process and to some small extent, wanted to return the brutality visited on him the night previously by the cocky young man. Tyler noted with satisfaction as Paul’s body expanded and blackened into its new and powerful form.

Tyler ran dark fingers down the deep crevasse between Krueger's slabbed pecs and stroked the muscular abdominals of the stud beneath him. Damn, these abs are so shredded I can lose a knuckle in them. Paul's now-dark eyes fluttered open and he gave his creator a bright white grin.

"Do I look as good as I feel?" Paul's voice was a sexy growl full of dark promises eager to be fulfilled. A deep brown hand reached up to cup Jay-Jay's head and the new Convert pulled the other black man down for a deep kiss.

Jay-Jay stroked around the full lips as they broke for air. "Even better. But you're still an arrogant sonofabitch ... you know that?"

Krueger laughed as he pushed Tyler's eager mouth onto his massive prong.


* * * 

After the Conversion of Jay-Jay’s buddies, the seven powerful black men engaged in an orgy of oral and anal sex that needed to be seen to be believed. Steel-hard members sought hungry mouths and holes; the air was filled with bellows, screams and grunts as the aromas of sweat, pheromones and cum permeated the room. The sight of enormous black horsecocks surrounded by shiny metal kept each man hard as a rock and only after long hours of non-stop action did the bodybuilders finally collapse from fatigue.

Declan got up and looked out the window. He was naked, and his powerful shoulders and trim waist formed a dark, perfect “V” that was highlighted by the golden blaze of the rising sun.

“Damn, we’ve been fuckin' all night…”

Jeff leered from his position on the floor leaning on the couch. Dark fingers curled around his cock and stroked it again to massive hardness. “And I know I’m ready for some more …”

Jay-Jay cleared his throat. Both he and Rollie had re-inserted their plugs and their minds were clearer than the others, still suffering massive post-sexual languor.

“Well, the first order of business is getting the rest of you plugged and then …”

His dark face gave a wicked grin. “… we have to spread the good news to the rest of the world…”

The five recently Converted black men grinned back.

* * *
Roland seemed to have a near endless supply of plugs. Some of the men, like Bennett, chose vinyl or silicone ones; others, like Jay-Jay, preferred metal. All were huge. The bodybuilders licked their thick lips in anticipation of being penetrated and filled by the monsters. A few – like Declan and Antonio – felt some trepidation as the huge plugs wormed their way past their tight sphincters; the pain was fleeting, but intense and was immediately replaced by an amazingly pleasurable feeling of fullness and heft. The constant pressure on their prostates also kept them in an unrelenting state of sexual readiness.

Richard's plug had been a special case – he had selected a thick corkscrew dildo that was approximately twelve inches long. He howled in pleasure as he stretched himself over the table and Jeff screwed the monster tool into his ass.

The men were amazed at his ability and they cheered when the base finally pressed tightly against his muscled cheeks. It took him some effort to stand upright with that massive plug in his guts, but he soon accommodated to the welcome intruder and smiled happily at his accomplishment.

Once their equipage was complete, Rollie also provided them with clothes. After all, the outfits they wore entering the house could no longer fit their herculean frames. Baggy jeans, track pants, new sneakers and workboots were passed around, and compression tees were stretched tightly over massive arms and chests. Du-rags, caps, steel rings, neck chains and sunglasses followed. Diamond studs or gleaming gold or silver hoops pierced their ears. The men discussed the various avenues available to them to initiate Conversion on a widespread scale and then left the house to begin the process.

* * *

Officer Tom Rodgers hit the siren and car ahead of him slowed down and stopped. The two-man patrol had been hiding in a speed trap and raced after the red Lexus after it sped by them. The policeman got out of the patrol car and approached the speeder’s driver-side window. He tapped on it and the glass rolled down.

“I know I was speedin' officer, I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away on the empty road.”

Rodgers was taken aback by the driver. He was an amazingly handsome young black man. Dark brown eyes with thick black lashes looked sheepishly into his blue ones; a crooked white smile twisted his thick, sensuous lips. He was obviously a serious bodybuilder – his head was smooth and the thin compression shirt was pulled tightly across his massive chest and arms. A spicy, musky aroma wafted through the air and Tom felt his crotch begin to tingle.

What the fuck? “License and registration, please.”

“Sure, officer.” The black man opened his wallet to remove the license and reached across to remove the registration from the glove compartment. Rodgers licked his lips as he watched the muscles ripple and bunch beneath the dark skin. He handed the cards to the policeman.

Tom’s face grew hard. “Step out of the car, sir.” He motioned with his head and his partner Donald Prosper exited the patrol car and approached the two men. Prosper was black; both officers were tall and burly. Fucking idiot. Steals the goddamn car and hands me the license of the guy he stole it from. If he’s Jeff Williams, I’m Wesley Snipes.

The driver stepped out; he was wearing a pair of camouflage fatigues that hugged his powerful lower body; Officer Rodgers could see from the profound bulge in the crotch of the pants that the man in front of him was also heavily endowed; Damn, I wonder what that monster cock would feel like up my ass … Rodgers was shocked at the thought running through his head.

“Officer, are you okay?” The young black man asked. Shaking, Tom reached out to touch the rock-hard chest. His hand traveled down the silky material of the compression shirt – fingering the etched six pack and caressing the bodybuilder’s crotch. Suddenly, the policeman found himself snuggling up to the powerful black man and sighed in pleasure as the muscular arms wrapped him in a tight embrace. The spicy and musky aroma from the other man seemed to be short-circuiting his brain.

His partner quickly approached when he saw what appeared to be an assault by the young black man. Prosper had his gun out. “Tommy, what the fuck is going on?” As the musky aroma reached him, the gun dropped from his hand and he stared hungrily at the tableau before him. Shit, what a fucking stud.

Jeff gave the black officer a wolfish grin as he kissed the white man in his arms.

He reached down to undo the policeman’s duty belt. “I know just what you need…”

* * *
Williams stripped the white officer naked and then shucked off his own pants to reveal a massive horsecock enclosed by a heavy, gleaming cockring. Although Prosper was not gay (and neither was his partner, he knew), neither could not think of anything but being taken and penetrated by the powerful young black man. Prosper began to remove his clothes as well.

Jeff bent the white officer over the hood of the patrol car. He had removed a bottle of lube from his own vehicle and poured the viscous fluid onto his turgid member; the muscular black man rubbed a generous amount into the trembling pucker beneath him. Slowly, he pushed himself into the policeman and held the trembling hips as he pistoned in and out.

Both Tom and Jeff screamed as the black man exploded within him. The bodybuilder gave the officer a soft kiss and then eased the other man onto the ground and turned to the other officer.

Two fingers motioned to him as he gave the black LEO a beautiful smile. “You’re next, handsome.”

* * *
Prosper had watched in terror and amazement as his partner underwent the Conversion. The new black man was as handsome as Jeff and he now sported the same powerful v-shaped build as the bodybuilder. The changes had been subtler for Prosper – he appeared to grow younger, handsomer and also developed the same intimidating muscular physique. Both appeared to have grown approximately 4 inches as well. The black officer could barely button his uniform shirt over his newly augmented torso; his belt and pants rode gunslinger-low on narrowed hips.

After their Conversion, the two officers found themselves irresistibly drawn to each other and the three engaged in a furious session of oral and anal sex. Finally, they collapsed into each others arms and continued to caress their newly powerful bodies. Both newly changed men now sported heavy metal cockrings as well, courtesy of their creator.

“What do we do now, Jeff? I can’t go into the precinct looking like … oh, shit …” The former white officer groaned as his partner sucked and chewed one of his dark nips.

Williams was slipping back into his camos. He tossed a pair of shorts, flip-flops and a tee to the former white officer.

“You just get us into the precinct, Donny– we’ll manage the rest.”

* * *
The three black men entered the police building. Tom – in his borrowed civilian clothes – and Jeff were cuffed. (This part of the plan had engendered a bit of a delay – after the initial cuffing, the two had an uncontrollable urge to do some additional sixty-nining)


Donny led them into the holding area. He uncuffed the two and placed them into an empty cell. The adjoining cell was already filled with about 20 men. The door clanged shut.

“I’m going to finish your paperwork. You behave yourselves.” He spoke loud enough for the officer at the end of the hall to hear. Sotto voce, he continued. “Then I’m headin' for the locker room.” He winked. “It’s about time for the shift change.”

As he left, both black men began to strip off their clothes.

* * *

Prosper busied himself with getting some coffee, checking his email and gathering forms when he heard the commotion begin. He saw a number of officers and other workers rush towards the holding cells. The closed-circuit camera revealed what was transpiring.

Obviously, the sight of Tom’s heavy black meat was too much for some of prisoners in the other cell; at least one had taken the massive tool down his throat and the Conversion in the other area had begun. He watched as one prisoner writhed on the ground as he turned into a well-built black man and his clothes ripped off his enhanced body.

Naked black men were having an orgy in the large cell and the officers rushing to the apparent riot were caught up in the sexual explosion and underwent the Conversion themselves.

Meanwhile, Jeff and Tom were entertaining several policeman. Williams had positioned himself on the floor and was slowly stroking himself as one of the Asian officers lowered himself onto the thickening prong; Tom was ready to thrust his massive cock down the throat of Lieutenant Matthews.


Donny whistled to himself as he left the main work area and headed towards the locker room – he could already hear the hubbub of many voices. Perfect.

* * *
Ernesto Cruz was lounging half-naked on the couch when he heard the key turn in the lock.

“Hey Tony, is that you? C’mon in here! Chargers are ahead by five!” Ernesto was staying with his cousin after his divorce while what little assets he had were being picked over by both sets of lawyers.

“Be right in, coz. I want to get somethin' to drink.”

Cruz heard the refrigerator open and the rattle of some bottles. He caught the scent of something spicy and musky in the air and wondered if his little cousin brought some food home from the Indian restaurant around the corner. He slid a hand down the waistband of his jeans to adjust his package. All of a sudden, a tingling sensation had begun in his groin and his cock began to slither down the legs of his pants.

“You okay? You sound hoarse.”

“I’m fine. Had some really intense stuff going on…”

Ernie chuckled. “I’ll bet. You were out all last night and here you come in all …”

The construction worker froze in mid-sentence as the black man entered the room.

“Who the fuck are you?” He jumped off the couch.

The dark bodybuilder smiled. “It’s me, Ernie. The new me. You like it?” He put the glass of juice down on the table and peeled off his shirt. Smooth, chocolate skin gleamed and small, coal-black nips were hard and erect on the slabbed chest. The eyes, the mannerisms and the voice – albeit deeper – were his cousin’s, but there was a new confidence and sexual energy that swirled around him.

Ernesto was speechless as Tony approached him and dark hands began to massage the tight, caramel skin above his low-cut jeans. The deep brown face smiled at him. Ernesto’s mind blanked - he wanted to be crushed against the powerful black body and feel those thick, sensuous lips against his own. Seemingly, his hands moved of their own accord to stoke the thick pectorals and trace the rifts and valleys of the darkly etched 8-pack abs.

“I’ve had the most amazin' experience of my life, Ernie. I love the way I feel now. And look.”

“How … how …” the construction worker stammered. The black man’s heavily muscled arms pulled Ernesto into a strong, yet gentle embrace.

Tony kissed his cousin’s ear and a pink tongue delicately licked the arch.

“I’ll show you.”

“Oh shit …” the construction worker groaned as Tony softly kissed him.

The black man led his cousin to the bedroom and gently pushed him down onto the mattress. He unzipped the construction worker’s jeans and pulled them off; the jock followed. Cruz was staring hungrily at his cousin as Solano pulled down his own tight jeans and exposed the enormous black horsecock in its steel prison. The black man poured a considerable amount of lube onto his rigid tool and proceeded to add a generous dollop to his cousin’s dark pink pucker. Tony grabbed the slim hips of the Latino beneath him and slowly pushed himself in.

Ernesto clawed the bedsheets and cried out. Tony stopped immediately and withdrew.

“Oh, Jeez, Ernie … am I hurtin' you?” The worried black eyes looked at the panting Latino prone on his back as strong dark hands cradled his face.

Cruz started to babble. “No … yes … shit … I want you in me so bad, Tony. You know I’ve never done this before and I want it but you’re tearing me open …”

“I forget how big I am now. I’m sorry.” Antonio poured some lube onto his hand and slowly pushed a digit into his cousin’s eager hole.

Ernie writhed and panted as the digit dove deeper within him. Soon, a second finger joined the first and then another. The pain of the intrusion was a slow burn, but the construction worker soon felt it replaced by a feeling of exquisite delight. Tony was a master at assplay and soon, he was moaning in pleasure as the digits caressed and kneaded his innermost parts. The fingers withdrew and he felt the enormous mushroom head of his cousin’s cock at his sphincter.

“Ready, coz?”

The construction worker nodded and screwed his eyes shut as the enormous cock slid into his ass.

Tony soon established a deep, steady rhythm into the man below him. His ebon tool forced its way into the silky passage until his heavy sac connected with the tight caramel ass; then he pulled out, leaving only the massive head within his cousin. Again and again, the bodybuilder pushed himself into the virgin hole. Slowly, the tempo increased until Tony’s hands clutched Ernesto’s waist and he cried out as the black bodybuilder erupted within him.

Within a few minutes, Ernesto began to feel the effects of the Conversion. Tony watched in satisfaction as his already-muscular cousin’s waist narrowed and chest and arms filled out with thick, heavy muscle. Soon after, his skin darkened and his features broadened out. Solano grinned as the newly-minted black man stared up at him.

“Damn, if I knew what I was missing, I’dve had you fuck me a long time ago!” He appeared startled at the deeper timbre of his voice.

“You’re one handsome thug now, coz! Take a look!” Tony helped his cousin to his feet and stood behind him as the Converted man admired himself in the mirror. He reached down to fondle his enormous cock, which was already growing thick with desire.

Tony hopped onto the bed and Ernie licked his thick lips as his cousin pulled out his heavy butt plug. Solano got on his knees and the dark pucker winked invitingly in the black, muscular ass.

"Let’s break in that nigger-maker of yours, Ernie” he grinned. “You’re gonna be real busy at the construction site tomorrow!”

* * *

Cruz returned to work the next day feeling relaxed and strangely refreshed after a crazed evening of fucking and being fucked by his cousin. He was still feeling randy, and his delightfully enlarged steel-ringed cock stayed semi-hard as he admired the muscled bodies of his construction-worker coworkers as they began the day's work. They had no idea the powerfully built black man in a ripped tank and faded denim shorts had been their Latino supervisor.

It was sweltering inside the incomplete new office building, a hot summer day with no air conditioning installed yet, and many of the men worked shirtless, sweat glistening on their skin. Quickly the whole place smelled of sweaty men, and the air was thick with the musk of sweat... and pheronomes . It seemed like just another workday on the surface, and no one noticed the men occasionally shifting around to adjust themselves to more comfortably position their cocks, which seemed for some reason to feel strangely aroused and tingly, despite that their underwear seemed strangely tight.

An few hours later Ernie and a flooring installer both happened to head to the first floor bathroom, which had already been completed, at almost the same time. Cruz arrived to find the room empty, and sighed with relief as he made his way to a urinal and whipped out his massive cock to give himself some relief from the increasingly insistent sexual urge caused by his new sex drive. As he was starting to stroke it good and hard, with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, the flooring installer walked in.

Seeing a shirtless man jerking off at a urinal would normally have repulsed the flooring installer, but he found himself strangely drawn to the huge, throbbing cock the black man was stroking... and Cruz opened his eyes to smile at the other man.

“Hey Jayce, I need this taken care of … want some of this down your throat?” He hefted his horsecock and the flooring installer noticed the thick steel around the base of the massive package.

Ernie chuckled when he abruptly felt the flooring installer's tongue on the head of his enormous black prong. He grabbed the back of the man’s head and pushed his dick down the eager throat.

Cruz pistoned his massive cock down the eager white throat. In a few moments, he felt his balls churn and pull up against his body. The former Latino screamed as a torrent of cum exploded down Jayce's throat. He lifted the man up and thick lips latched onto the panting floor-installer's mouth; it was amazingly arousing to taste himself on the other man. He felt the smaller man tense as his transformation began. He gathered him tightly in his powerful arms.

"W-what's happening to me?" Jayce was trembling.

"Shhhh..." Ernie stroked Jayce's back. "It'll be over in a few minutes, papi ..."

* * *
Ernie was a good as his word. Jayce stared at himself in the mirror. He looked incredible. Muscles rippled beneath the silky black skin and his cock had expanded both in length and girth. He laughed as he stroked himself and his massive tool grew even larger.

"What do we do now, Ernie?" Both men had pulled off their clothes and Cruz was fondling the muscular mounds of Jayce's ass.

The supervisor gave a wide smile. "It's lunchtime ... we wait for the crew to come in ..."

* * *

An hour later at noon the contractor finally noticed half the crew seemed to be missing but figured they probably went to lunch, so he invited a couple of guys to join him to go grab a bite at the sandwich shop next door. On their way out of the building, someone needed to hit the bathroom, and the contractor thought it would be a good idea anyway.

The other men followed.

They walked into the restroom to find a full blown orgy going on... discarded clothes strewn about the floor, and eighteen or twenty guys fucking and sucking each other frantically near the sinks.

Stunned, he opened his mouth to shout his outrage at them but he caught a spicy, musky scent and stopped.

He and the others watched in horror as a powerfully built black man pulled out of the sheet rock guy’s ass; the man collapsed on the floor and began to change. First, he filled out in terms of muscularity; then his hips narrowed and his ass took on a more muscular shape. Then his skin darkened and his features began to thicken and grow more handsome. In a few moments, the former sheet rock guy – now, a muscular new black man - got up and lifted the electrician onto the sink area. He pulled the man’s legs onto his massive shoulders and began to piston-fuck him.

The contractor and his buddies found themselves irresistibly drawn into the action and added their clothes to the pile on the floor. Within minutes, they were in the thick of the orgy and watched as more and more bodies were Converted.


In the middle of the group of thrusting bodies, Cruz was in bliss from the nine inch cock pummeling his prostate. He'd already cum five or six times in the mouth of the tile guy sucking his cock, after having fucked the flooring installer wildly... but the semen kept building back up in him and his cock's time to get hard again was under a minute, so the pleasure was too intense for him to stop. As more men came into the room, they underwent the transformation into sexually aggressive black men.

He sucked passionately at the ten inch cock being rammed into his throat and moaned with pleasure as he felt another warm load of cum being deposited in his ass, and it pushed him over the edge into his eighth orgasm of the morning. He noticed the contractor writhing on the floor as he transformed into a thin, but still well-muscled black man.

After his conversion, the contractor couldn't seem to stop himself from giving in to the overpowering urge to fuck the architect. He chuckled as he shoved his thick black cock into the guy's eagerly offered ass and shot his load almost at once as he felt the hot soft tightness of the man on his cock for the first time ... but before he could bring himself under control he found himself getting hard again and starting to thrust in and out and fuck the ass hard.

At some abstract level, he knew this was disgusting, this was immoral, he had to stop it, he... God, it had never been this good with Marjorie. Why had I never thought of this before? He felt a deep sense of satisfaction as the somewhat thin architect muscled up and turned into a breathtakingly arousing black stud. He helped the newly Converted man to his feet and the two gave each other a deep kiss.

Suddently, he felt a thick cock begin to press itself into his ass and realized not much work was going to get done on the building that afternoon.

* * *

Across the city these scenes played out as men who had been transformed returned to work and to home. Un-Converted males were drawn to the sexually charged black men like flies to honey and following sex, the Conversion spread like wildfire, turning everyone quite firmly homosexual, enhancing everyone's sex drive to make them have a hard time controlling their raging libidos, rebuilding their bodies and giving all the men really big cocks.

* * * 
Eric Krueger coasted up the long driveway to his home and opened the door of his Lexus. The CEO of Pyramid International got out and the heat and humidity of the summer day felt like a wet rag plastered on his skin. He was looking forward to doing a few laps in the pool before the dinner party tonight – he was also looking forward to catching up with Paul – he hadn’t seen his son since spring break.

Krueger entered the house and went up the steps to his bedroom to change. Pulling on a pair of trunks, he looked at his slightly overweight body in the mirror. I really need to work out more he thought to himself. He glanced out of the window overlooking the pool and saw a strongly built black man in a speedo sunning himself on one of the loungers.

An angry look crossed his face. Damn pool cleaners. They think no one’s around and all they do is sit on their lazy asses. He strode down the stairs.

* * *

Krueger padded over to the side of the pool. “Hey! Am I paying you to just lay there? Clean the pool!”

The black man turned his head and smiled. He was even more impressive up close. Silky brown skin was pulled tightly over well-developed muscles and darker brown nips were hard and tight on the slabbed chest. The abs were an amazing topography of rifts and plateaus and the elder Krueger could see that the Speedo could barely contain the massive endowment of the reclining bodybuilder.

“Why should I be cleanin' the pool, dad?”

Erik’s mouth dropped open. The voice was his son’s, but the man on the lounger was not.

The warm breeze wafted a spicy, musky scent into Krueger’s nostrils. Paul got up from the chaise and approached his father.

“There have been some changes since you last saw me, and I have to say I’ve never been happier – I’ve had so many white boys just beggin' me to fuck them it’s amazin'. What’s even more amazin' is after I fuck them, they turn into black studs themselves.”

Erik was frozen in place as Paul ran a dark finger down the pale chest of his father.

“How would you like to be young again, dad? Young and strong with a huge cock that never goes down? Shovin' it into a willing ass or down a hungry throat? Gettin' filled at both ends by other big, muscle-packed black guys?”

Paul grabbed a bottle of lube and pulled off the Speedo to reveal a thick, heavy horsecock surrounded by a gleaming steel cockring. After a few strokes, the ebon tool stood out vertically from the powerfully dark naked body. The black muscle man circled around the older Krueger and pulled the trunks down.

He rubbed the slick fluid into his father’s pucker.

“Bend over, dad.” He grabbed the thickening waistline and began to thrust.


* * *

Paul bellowed as he filled the older man with his seed. His father sank to his hands and knees as the Conversion began. The younger Krueger sat back on his haunches and licked his thick lips in satisfaction as he saw his father’s body undergo its metamorphosis into a strikingly handsome, powerfully built, bald young black man. Paul re-lubed his again-turgid member and shoved his dick between the muscular globes of the chocolate ass and into the eager hole.

“Oh shit, Paul … that feels so fucking good … harder, son … harder! …”

Erik’s voice was a deep bass growl as his son pistoned in and out of his ass; the newly-Converted Krueger was stroking his massive black horsedick in rhythm with his son’s extreme pounding. Both black men screamed at the same time; Paul emptied another massive load into his father’s ass as Erik’s cock shot a massive, silvery stream onto the concrete apron of the pool. The two collapsed onto the ground.

Erik stroked his son’s face. “That was the best orgasm of my life … is it always like that now?” Their crotches ground together and once more, both ebon tools grew hard with desire.

Paul nodded and gave his father a deep kiss. He scooted down to lick his father’s massive cock. He opened wide and swallowed it to the base. Erik grabbed his son’s head and set up a brutal rhythm of his own.

* * *

After Erik had shot a huge load of cum down his son’s throat, the two black men lay quietly together, exploring their massive bodies. Paul was fingering his father’s ass when someone cleared their throat.

The younger Krueger looked up to see his father’s head of security Hank Morgan. Hank had been one of the first men Paul had Converted when he arrived home. The handsome black man was half-naked; wearing a pair of warm-up pants around his trim, muscular waist and nothing else – he now sported a razor-cut moustache and beard which accentuated his striking features and smouldering and sensuous dark eyes.

“Hey Hank – how’d everythin' go?”

“No problems, Mr. Krueger. We’ve taken care of everybody on the shorefront. Once we Converted everyone, the guys and I went into town and started over again.” He flashed a blindingly white smile at the two men lying on the thick, soft grass. “Who’s the new guy?”

Paul grinned. “It’s my dad. Handsome bastard, ain’t he?”

Hank returned the grin. “That he is. Good afternoon, sir.”

The younger Krueger pursed his lips. “You look all in, Hank. How many guys did you do?”

The chief of security gave the two a lopsided grin. “I did thirty-five. The other guys did about twenty to thirty each. Not that I didn’t enjoy all the ass- and skull-fuckin', but I’m beat…”

“Why don’t you and EJ go up to my room and take a nap? We’re goin' to need your services tonight for the party. I brought home a bunch of cockrings and ass plugs. Don’t worry 'bout the sizes – there’s nothing up there you can’t handle and believe me, the bigger they are, the better you’ll enjoy them.”

“Thanks, Paul. I’ll see you in a bit.” The security chief waved to father and son as he sauntered into the house.

Paul’s attention returned to his father, who was now chewing on a dark nipple. He hissed in pleasure.

His father laughed. “I’m still really horny, Paul...”

His son gave him a wicked look. “Well, what are you waitin' for?”

Erik grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked up his horsecock. He grabbed his son’s ankles and put them onto his massive shoulders. Paul moaned in pleasure as his father’s black tool split him open.


* * *

In a week, the entire city had been Converted; in a month, the metamorphosis had swept the country.

In a year, the transformation had enveloped the globe.

* * *
The genetic and physical changes wrought by the Black Tide (as the organism was eventually named) were amazing. Male physiognomy shifted to a tall, muscular, dark-skinned model and sexual orientation among men became exclusively homosexual. Pheromone production was altered to encourage more and aggressive sexual activity.

Brain utilization soared, giving most people an average IQ of 160; biological processes vastly improved - tolerances to extremes in temperature increased markedly – and obesity became a thing of the past; gorging oneself simply added bone and muscle mass. DNA became “battle-hardened” – diseases such as cancer and diabetes vanished overnight and everyday maladies like arthritis and poor vision were corrected as part of the Conversion.

The human race gained the ability of regeneration – nerve and spinal damage reversed itself; amputated limbs regrew; blindness – congenital or otherwise – disappeared.

Women were exempt from the cosmetic changes; however, the “improved” genetic model was super-dominant and any male children possessed the new characteristics. The birth rate plummeted as a result of the transformation, but eventually, “hetero” sex was done only to have offspring.

Culture was one of the first things to be affected by the Conversion. Because of their increased tolerances to heat and cold (and the inborn need to place themselves on display) men began to wear less clothing and/or clothing that was more revealing and tighter.

Many concepts and styles from the gay, black and bodybuilder cultures fused and gained widespread acceptance. Body jewelry (such as heavy chains, earrings and other piercings) became common and elaborate tattoos became mainstream. Leather and lycra-compression clothing became far more common – normal fabrics could not stand up to the rigors of the now near-constant (and often-brutal) male-on-male sexual activity.

Heavy cockrings became an ordinary piece of attire as well as substantial ass plugs; these two items helped to keep males’ attention focused on thoughts other than sex during the workday.

Most men kept their heads shaved or trimmed to a very short stubble. Thin beards and moustaches were also quite common; the avant-garde let their hair grow into dreadlocks.

An average male’s “business attire” often consisted of a thin short-sleeve shirt, half-unbuttoned and tucked into a pair of tight black leather pants; a pair of heavy boots (either paratrooper-type laceups, or bucketed riding boots) completed the outfit. Casual wear was usually a pair of leather shorts (or leather jock or short kilt) and paratrooper boots; most males preferred a naked upper torso, chest harness or short bar vest.

All pants needed a redesign based on the new physiological needs. An open cockhole providing egress to the substantial sexual organs was now standard; this was covered by a snap-on pouch. A back zipper was installed for easy access to the anus and plug. Sex was a common event which happened multiple times during the day and the ability to easily unsnap and unzip was necessary as well as greatly appreciated.

Children - those younger than 18 when the Conversion swept the globe – were allowed to remain as they were. A male’s 18th birthday included a sexual liaison which would trigger his transformation into a powerful gay black man. Young men would often put on a substantial amount of weight in the year leading up to their Change in order to allow the organism to make them as large and imposing as possible. Cockrings and butt plugs replaced the standard gift of a tie on this occasion and group sex was another common occurrence during the celebration. Males born to Converted parents (although already black and muscular) did the same; it became a right of passage in the new reality.

To this day, no one is certain how or where (or why) the Black Tide originated, but it has re-made the world in it’s own image.

* * *
The ability to become a heavily-muscled big black man has always been a fantasy, and to some extent, the various Greyland and SPFX masks have allowed me to experience that – be it as Jamil, or Shaun or even as a dreadlock’ed Jamaican hitman.

My buddy, blackwannabe, has surpassed me in the transformation department and has gone far, far further than I.

Take this pic for example (and yes, he’s white )

He really looks great with the strategically placed chest harness to hide the edges of the SPFX Player bib and with the airbrushed body paint, you couldn’t tell he wasn’t a hot, leather-clad black man.

We’ve kept in touch and he’s now proceeding down a path which has even surprised me.

A “negroplasty” (see definition)

He’s going to become the sexy, black thug he’s always wanted to be.

After going on a strenuous diet and exercise regimen, my buddy has also gotten pectoral implants and liposculpture to etch out a six-pack. He’s also done some extensive research to find some semi-permanent inks to use on his body to turn his skin a deep chocolate brown (forget about having makeup smear off!)

He’s followed my lead and has learned to wear dark brown contact lenses.

Some items further down the road include some collagen fillers in the nose and lip areas to make them fuller and give him features like Boris Kudjoe or Shemar Moore. I expect that I'll get a picture soon with him looking like this:


These circumstances are what actually got me started on this story. I had been planning on writing (and still do) a WWII-era story with Xiphon the vampire in Nazi Germany, but my buddy’s transformation process really got the creative juices going.

So this time, I set out to write a more “regular” porn entry ... a little off the beaten path than my normal writing.

I had read a story a while ago about a guy who develops a potion and several injections to turn a 180-pound white guy into a 250-pound oversexed black bodybuilder, but the one thing that really irked me about that one was absolutely no explanation as to how the subject put on 70 pounds of mass in the span of a few hours while unconscious. Okay, it was a gay sex story, but this complete ignorance of physical laws annoyed the hell out of me.

So … I changed the concept. The transformative agent became a virus or a symbiont that was spread by sexual contact. Said agent could only change what was available and hence, the laws of conservation of mass stayed unbroken.

In the case of the Black Tide, the basic reproduction number - R₀ – a statistical construct used in modeling the spread of an epidemic - is initially greater then 1; the transformation spreads unchecked except for the legal/moral restrictions placed on the means of transmission to a subject. Once everyone had been Converted, R₀ drops to 0 – no one is capable of turning into a muscular gay black man again.

I chuckle since everything really is connected – my buddy's journey and this story also removed a major stumbling block to another concept story that had been floating around my head for a while. Stay tuned for more!

Oh, and by the way, meet Antoine - my Jamaican hitman ...