Inhibition

There are many places that humans fear to go. Most of these places are dangerous for obvious reasons. Some hide criminals or other desperate men. Others hide dangers that creep too easily over an unsuspecting traveler. These places are marked with the signs of society, plain words of warning or the insidious creep of poverty and ruin. But there are other places, too. These are places that have no signs and are free from the blight of society entirely. For as long as there have been people, these places have been avoided. People go when they have a need, but they are hesitant and quick to leave. A few, who bother to ponder the mysteries of the world, sometimes happen upon these spots and postulate about dark spirits or ill omens. Liam was not one of those people.

Liam knew about the sand-flats since he was a boy. It was a favorite place of children to ride their bikes since the road was stable, but the ground softer than asphalt. The story, as Liam learned it, involved a lumber camp’s need for easy access to the main thoroughfare. The engineers at the time built a road by clearing the forest and hill that stood in the way. As the hill was moved by many small barrels of dirt and the shake of dynamite, the workers discovered a peculiar geological feature. Near the root of the hill laid a layer of sand. This proved to be an insurmountable problem, not to mention the sudden reluctance to remain in the area. While the engineers worried with issues of flooding and erosion, the workers began to complain about strange things in the camps. Some went missing and others went mad. The road was abandoned and the lumber camp withered from isolation. Many years passed before a second attempt was made. With more modern engineering, the sand-flats were avoided while bolstering up a dirt road that connected several isolated homes in the countryside. The world kept moving on, but the sand-flats did not change. They seemed to be a place stuck in time until the night that Liam met the Man in the Black Coat.

Up until that moment, Liam Moss had led a mostly unremarkable life. He had passed his first eighteen years doing mediocre in school and never finding any one sport or activity that interested him more than any other. He was well liked by those who knew him, although those who knew him were few and growing more distant in the mere month since the end of his secondary education, which led him to believe that they did not want to know him even as well as they did. Liam was taller than most, with a lean frame. A girl had once said he had a swimmer’s body, though he believed he’d sink like a stone if he ever stepped into a pool. That said, he had seen more than enough swimmers to recognize some key similarities between his noodle of a body and their chiseled physique. A mop of sandy blonde hair covered his head in every photo from the time he was eight until two weeks before he met the Man in the Black Coat. Finally free from the strictures of a high school caste system, he visited the barber and had his head shorn down to a buzz cut everywhere but the very top which he left at an inch in length. His blondness would return, but for the moment he enjoyed the look of his darker roots. He believed it made him look more serious and older, and he was not entirely misguided in this belief.

The young man came to the salt flats after an odd incident with a friend — perhaps friend was no longer the right word — acquaintance. Liam and Kyle had grown close over the past few months. With both anticipating the departure from their childhood roots to go off to college, the young men formed a kinetic bond which both understood implicitly to grow stronger as the risk of growing apart grew greater. Liam liked Kyle, but knew their involvement would be short lived. The two had little in common other than the feelings of constraint in a small town that did not oppose them, but did not embrace them either. The incident was simple. They were in Liam’s truck sitting at a stop light after having dinner at a burger shack. Their conversation had been about video games, a shared hobby though even within the hobby they had little in common. Liam had just made a quick remark about the design of something in opposition to the design of something else when Kyle’s hand moved to Liam’s thigh.

Then the two kissed. It was a brief and clumsy attempt. Both of them felt the rush of excitement and the flutter of adrenaline in their guts. Liam’s hand moved down from the steering wheel to grab Kyle’s and squeeze.

The light turned green. A horn behind them blared. Liam drove on, but the moment had escaped. The two young men sat in awkward silence until Liam pulled up in front of Kyle’s house. Each felt the weight that had built between them. Seeing the shadows of Kyle’s family moving around inside the house amplified it to a palpable discomfort. The two exchanged shy goodbyes and parted for the evening. With Kyle out of the truck, a bizarre shame and embarrassment gripped Liam’s heart. Why hadn’t he pulled over and continued down the path they had started? Why had he not said something before Kyle left the truck? What would he say to resolve the tension between them? Clearly Kyle had felt something, but he had also failed to resolve the slightly pulled thread. The questions were not new. Liam had asked them before and answers often felt hollow.

This turmoil put him to driving old haunts in the deepening hours of night. The moon rode high and spilled silver light down on the back roads, enough to shut off his lights if he wished. The sand-flats glowed with luminescence as he approached. Liam pulled off to the side of the road and killed the engine. He climbed out of the truck into the balmy night air. Without the headlights, his eyes quickly adjusted to the moonlit sands. He tried to force himself to think of anything but Kyle, not wanting to face the questions and angst. His mind turned to the ghost stories they’d told as children while playing in the sand-flats — how monsters lived in the woods beyond. He paced alongside his truck. Despite his efforts to distract himself, he found himself thinking of texting Kyle and worrying that Kyle had not texted him first. Liam did not think much of the world around him, the darkness creeping at edges of the sand-flats or the shadow pooling in the center. His ears were deaf to the absence of life, and the silence around him went unnoticed until he heard the sharp snap of a twig.

The Man in the Black Coat had arrived.

Fear is a fickle emotion. Its purpose, more or less, is to preserve life by creating a negative emotional response to stimulus. Over centuries of evolution, this system has refined itself to the point that it should work flawlessly. A human, when presented with an immediate threat, reacts by preparing to fight or to flee. Yet humans continue to struggle with non immediate threats. The system did not evolve to anticipate foresight and can only deal with what is directly in front of it. A human knows to run at the sight of a tiger. But if that tiger is behind a door that the person is about to open, even with that knowledge the person will act irrationally. The tiger remains just as dangerous and the door is not significant barrier, but the person considers it safe because, in part, the threat is not immediate. At other times, the system is overloaded. Too many threats or too severe of a threat clogs the system and renders it inactive. Such as being surrounded by tigers. To Liam’s already fraught mind, the Man in the Black Coat was the equivalent of standing in a circle of doors all of which contain tigers.

The Man in the Black Coat did not move, but his eyes caught the moonlight and Liam knew that he was being watched. Then came the command, “Come here, boy.” The voice was raspy, deep, and hinted of pain. With his mind locked in state of pure terror, Liam complied. He stepped off the road into the white sands and took each agonizing step toward the living shadow. As he neared, Liam discerned a few features of the man. He had a pale face and black eyes. His body was shaped in a “V”, as though a coat had been put on a scarecrow. His silhouette narrowed down from the broad shouldered black coat to a pair of knit black black pants and into two muddy boots. Atop his head, he wore a flat topped tiller hat that covered greasy black hair. The closer Liam came, the more he felt as though he were walking back in time, approaching something very old and very evil. The Man in the Black Coat breathed in ragged rhythm. His arms remained at his sides, though one seemed to stay closer than the other. Liam saw a dark, wet stain on the man’s left leg and smelled the metallic hint of blood in the air. “Name?”

“Liam.”

“A strange one, you are. I am Worm’s Meat.” The voice chilled Liam to his bones, yet enthralled him to listen. “You opened the door. What do you want?”

With no other recourse, Liam admitted his gravest flaw, “I didn’t mean to.”

A sound which could have been a laugh rumbled up from the shadowy figure. “I have been away. You called me back. There is something you want that you cannot simply take. I can help you with that.”

“What do you mean?”

For the first time, the Man in the Black Coat moved. His arm jerked up from his side in a broad gesture looking as though an unseen puppeteer had brought it to life. “This world is constrained. Confined. Confounded. The mortals are rife with want and yet they are told they cannot have. Limits were set upon you in an age before this. If those limits could be removed, what would your world become? Look at you. A thin, weak thing. In your mind you aspire towards something else. A body fit for a god. You imagine yourself in it and yet you know you cannot have it. I can change that. I can change you. I can give you power.”

As the creature spoke, the images in Liam’s mind swirled to life. He saw himself not as he always had been, but as he had dreamed of being. His torso was thick with muscle leading down into a belt of Adonis and more. He saw things beyond that. Kyle and others he knew, all remade in the image of gods, kneeling at his feet, offering themselves to him for the taking or offering to take him. “What do you want?”

The Man in the Black Coat shuddered. “I have been trapped for a very long time. Those who put me away feared what I could create. Seek out those who carry that legacy and break them to my will. I think you will enjoy the process.”

Liam thought over his life. He thought of the year of mediocrity and inconsequence. He thought of those who he had loved and how easily they drifted away from him. He thought of Kyle and the paralysis that had gripped both of them after a simple show of attraction, leaving them teetering on the edge of turmoil. A specter appeared from the night and offered him a devil’s bargain, which challenged his moral and philosophical beliefs. Part of him thought that he should decline and champion some force of good that he did not know. He searched his heart and mind for any reason to decline, but found nothing. “Ok,” he answered.

The Man in the Black Coat’s hand shot out like dart and struck Liam in the chest. The young man looked down in time to see a spot of black scorched into his chest. The coloring seeped into his veins and spread out rapidly into his limbs. “That will give you a start,” the creature said. “You will need something to play with.” The man disappeared in a roaring rush as Liam dropped to his knees. He held his hands out in front of him and watched the black ichor polluting his veins. It didn’t hurt, but Liam knew he didn’t want to feel the inside of his veins for very long. At the same time, a sense of freedom and euphoria washed over him. He tried to re-imagine the awkward moment with Kyle earlier and saw nothing awkward about it. He wrinkled his lip and wondered why he let the other young man leave without finishing what they started, but no feelings of embarrassment accompanied the memory. Liam searched back through his memories and realized that all the shameful moments that plagued him while lying in bed at night suddenly had no power. It felt liberating and dangerous.

Liam heard a loud crack and jerked his head toward the sound. Stumbling in a circle, as though he’d tumbled out of a moving car was Kyle. He toppled to his knees, clutching at the ground as he tried to get his balance. The Man in the Black Coat stood behind the sprawling young man. His harsh voice drifted to Liam’s ears. “Enjoy.”

With that, the Man in the Black Coat vanished, leaving Liam and Kyle in the middle of the sand-flats.

“Liam?” Kyle’s voice rang out in the still night. “What the fuck is happening? How did I get here? I was…I was in my room. Did I..black out or something? Liam? Are you alright?”

Liam swallowed down the knot at the back of his throat. He could feel the changes rapidly altering his body. His skin felt hot to the touch and beads of sweat rolled down his chest and back. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the ground behind him. He awkwardly kicked off his shoes while in a kneeling position and began to fiddle with the button of his pants. All the while, he felt like a crazed laugh was about to spill out from him. And if it started it wouldn’t stop. He was glad Kyle was there. The Man in the Black Coat had been right in bringing someone to play with, but at the moment Liam could only focus on his own body. It had begun in his forearms. Once bony with a thin strip of muscle, they now bulged with the black veins as they swelled to herculean proportions. It spread upwards into his shoulders as his muscle rippled into existence and a strength more powerful than Liam ever imagined filled his limbs.

Kyle managed to stop the swirling long enough to get a grip on his whereabouts. He had just reached his room after an aloof conversation with his parents about how his evening had gone. He’d intended to spend the night looking through a course catalog for the hundredth time. With no warning, he’d felt something snap around him, like a rope cinching tight around his shoulders. The world turned black and the next thing he knew, his hands slammed into the sands. He’d only vaguely understood that something had taken him when that something vanished. Liam was a reassuring sight, but the more Kyle looked at his friend, the less he thought of Liam. The twitching and twisting body no longer resembled the handsome young man Kyle had a crush on, but something much more masculine and powerful.

Liam tried to stand up, but heard a ripping sound. Looking down, he saw his thighs bulging out of his torn jeans. No longer patient enough to worry with the button or zipper, he took a hard grip around the waist and pulled. With the tatters of his jeans came the remains of his boxers. They fell to the ground like a shed skin as he stood up to his full height. Liam clenched his hands in fists, marveling at the rippling muscle in his new body. His eyes looked down over a washboard of abs to see that his muscles were not the only things to have grown. His cock had never been much to brag over, but he’d never had the thought of wanting something bigger. Yet as he looked down to see the swelling rod between his thighs, he didn’t know how he could have been so innocently naive. The fleshy rod started to grow erect as he brought his hand up to stroke it absent-mindedly. He felt it quickly filling his hand as it extended to its full eight inch length. Lifting it up, he admired the heavy and full balls beneath. He also did not overlook his sudden hairlessness other than a patch of dark pubes above the root of his cock. A clear bit of fluid oozed from the tip as he stroked, the feeling of his own hand somehow better than it had ever been before. Pleased with his new body, he looked over to see Kyle still on his knees, mouth agape. Something to play with.

Kyle was horrified and alarmed, but his own cock had stirred at the sight of his friend transforming into perfection. A dark pang of envy reared its head within Kyle as he watched, but as Liam stood and started to show off his cock, those thoughts faded as lust took their place. His mouth watered as Liam’s cock swayed from side to side while walking to Kyle. Before he realized what was happening, Kyle felt Liam’s hands gently turning his chin up to look at the taller man. “You want to suck my cock, don’t you?” Kyle’s head nodded gently up and down while Liam’s fingers held it in place. “You see what I’ve become? Do you want to join me?”

“Yes, please,” Kyle moaned. His body was flooding with arousal simply from Liam’s touch. He could feel his boxers growing sticky with precum and desperately wanted to fish out his cock so that it wouldn’t ache as much. Kyle had long harbored fantasies about Liam, but this man standing in front of him was so much more than the teenage guy that he kissed earlier. This was a man that held power within him. A man that deserved to be served.

“Then make me cum,” Liam commanded, his hand moving up Kyle’s cheek to the back of his head. The gargantuan cock swung closer to Kyle’s mouth and he opened gladly. Whatever else was going on in the world that stole him from his bedroom or transformed Liam did not matter — perhaps it was all a dream — but what did matter was the thick, hot cock in front of his mouth. His jaw stretched as wide as it could as the fat head of Liam’s cock pushed into his lips. Kyle had given blowjobs before, but never to someone this big. He wanted to remember all the tips he’d read and been told. He wanted to please Liam and make him cum down his throat, but all he could really focus on was the pleasure of having that thick rod in his mouth. He closed his lips around the shaft while his tongue slithered along the underside. Precum continued to ooze from the tip of Liam’s cock while Liam groaned and gently thrust against Kyle’s mouth. Unable to resist, Kyle’s hands moved up Liam’s thighs, running his fingers over the thick muscle. One hand moved around to squeeze the soft, but firm cheek of Liam’s ass while the other slid between Liam’s legs to cup the heavy balls. Kyle squeezed them and gave them a light tug. They felt heavy and full, as though they would slosh with cum if he shook them. All of it only made his hunger grow.

The torrent of cum began unexpectedly. Kyle was attempting to get the whole length of Liam’s cock in his mouth when the first spurt splashed against the back of his throat. Kyle managed to not choke and prepared for the next rush of cum. Even with himself at the ready, it was too much. With is mouth firmly clamped around Liam’s cock, he felt the rush of cum moving up the length of the shaft before it exploded into his mouth. Again and again, Liam came as his heavy balls emptied into Kyle’s throat. Kyle swallowed as much as he could, but some still managed to seep out the corners of his mouth. His own cock was ready to explode and in desperate need of attention, but as Liam’s cum sloshed in his stomach, Kyle realized the bargain he’d just sealed.

Liam stepped back, letting his slightly limper cock slip from Kyle’s lips. He felt a small amount of regret that he’d never got to experience Kyle’s skill before transforming, but knew that Kyle would be put to a much more broad use now. The other young man already looked sexy with Liam’s cum dripping down his chin, but Liam knew that more was to come. He grabbed Kyle’s shirt and ripped it off, the same with Kyle’s pants. The latter barely noticed as he reveled in the drug high off swallowing so much of Liam’s spunk. He only became aware of what was happening when Liam’s hand closed around his cock, stroking it slowly. “You’re changing. This will grow to be a cock like mine. Together we will sow havoc in the world and bring it to its knees to suck us off. You will become my second in command, free from guilt and inhibition, and together we will seek out the pleasures of the world without restraint. Now get on your knees.”

“Yes, master,” Kyle said coyly. The words coming from Liam’s lips seemed otherworldly, but Kyle could imagine no greater future than the two of them sucking, fucking, and getting blown by all the men who had ever rejected them. He moved to his knees, noticing that his thighs had become thicker and more muscular as his little tummy vanished and his arms filled out. Looking between his legs, he saw that his cock had also swollen to a new length, but doubted it would rival the size of Liam’s. As he assumed the position, he felt Liam’s hands on his ass. A simple touch from his new master was enough to set his body afire with pleasure. Kyle felt the thick head of Liam’s cock press between his ass cheeks. Thick globs of precum smeared over the area as Kyle braced for the push. Liam’s hands pushed on his lower back and then he felt it sliding in. It was big. Both of them groaned in carnal pleasure. Kyle felt his ass stretched to a new limit as his cock swelled up to its full length, leaking a stream of precum onto the sandy ground. Liam’s mind was awash with new voices and commands, but above them all was the divine pleasure of feeling himself slide easily into Kyle.

Wanting to wait no longer than necessary, Liam started to move in and out of Kyle with force that would have broken the uncorrupted version of his friend. Kyle’s new body was more than capable of handling the pounding and he grinned with mad pleasure as he felt throbbing waves building at the root of his own cock. Liam’s breath grew ragged quickly and his strokes grew longer and more erratic. Kyle clenched his ass around the invading cock just as the first rush of cum sprayed into him. As Liam groaned and even roared with pleasure, Kyle felt his own cock seize and jerk with orgasm, splattering the ground with his seed. Kyle’s body twitched and convulsed as more cum pumped into his ass, his mind a slurry of hormones and bliss. He felt Liam pull out and collapsed onto the ground in an exhausted heap.

Liam towered over him, admiring the work. The Man in the Black Coat had given him the power to change the bodies of any he wished. The raw sexual fantasies poured into Liam’s mind as he looked down at the cum sodden mess of Kyle’s new body. The names and faces of all the other hot young studs came to his mind in a list. Liam smiled and reached down to help Kyle up. “Let’s go. We have much to accomplish, but before that. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable and test what these new bodies can really do.” He grabbed hold of Kyle’s cock and started stroking it while he brought the other man’s lips to his own.

As Kyle felt Liam’s tongue exploring his mouth a single happy thought pervaded his existence, “Yes, master.”