Summoning (vignette) (Patreon)

“That’s the problem with souls…after a while they’re like ants, just crawling over everything.  The last thing I need is another one.”  The entity sighed and made a motion that suggested it would have rolled its eyes had it possessed any.  “But don’t think you’re off the hook.  A deal’s a deal.  You belong to me, body and soul.  I just never said anything about having to keep you.  Which, conveniently, is where you come in,” it said, turning in Tom’s direction.  “Here’s how this works: I can turn your friend over to you, and you can take over the role of tormenting him, or I can devour his essence right here and now and be done with it.”

“Whoa!  No, no, don’t do that,” Tom stammered, shaking his head.  He looked over at his frozen friend, searching Pete’s wide, desperate eyes for some sign of how he should respond.  The shirtless man’s toned pecs heaved as he listened to the demon speak, unable to so much as blink while his fate was determined.  “What do you mean by ‘torment’?”

“It’s simple, really.  I bind him to you, which makes him putty in your assuredly capable hands, and you get to do anything you want to him.  Literally.  You can make his body and mind fit whatever mood you’re in!  It’s a win-win all around.  He’s still reaping the rewards of the forces he summoned, I have one less thing to worry about, and you get to enjoy yourself.”

“But…but Pete’s my friend, I don’t want to…”

The entity waved one of its many clawed hands, cutting Tom off.  “Do you think I’d be standing here right now if your friend was a good person?  There are few guarantees in this universe, but this conversation is one of those things you can take for granted.  I don’t show up unless someone crossed a very wide line, which…” it trailed off and nodded over the bony lump that may or may not have been a shoulder at the floating, underwear-clad man behind him.  “Also, I should point out, you don’t have to make it so deep and serious.  ‘Torment’ can be a lot of things.  It can even be fun for the recipient, if you do it right.  You humans always jump straight to pain and suffering.  Which, hey, if that’s your thing have at it, but it’s not written in stone anywhere.  So…yes or no?  I need an answer.”

Tom didn’t know how to respond.  He still couldn’t believe any of it was actually happening, and while he didn’t relish the idea of having to torment his friend, he also wasn’t willing to risk the other man’s soul over it.  If Tom agreed and at least bought some time they could hopefully find a way out of whatever Pete had gotten himself into.  “Uh…yeah, okay, I’ll do it.”

“Fantastic!”  The demon turned its scaled back on Tom and faced the floating man.  Two of its seven arms began making sweeping passes through the air while it cocked its flat, round head to the side.  “You have no idea how much work this saves me.  Truly.  Now, Pete,…are you more of an ass or a breast man?  I’m going to guess the latter.  I’ll get things started and then leave you in your friend’s hands.”

Tom’s stomach turned, a sudden wave of dizziness washing over him when he watched Pete’s body begin to warp and change.  His lean friend went blurry for a moment as Pete’s toned pecs began to inflate and push outwards until the other man’s otherwise solid, athletic torso sported a pair of soft, heaping tits.  He fought back the urge to scream when the demon turned towards him again, trying his best just to stay upright on his shaking legs.

“Some specifics to go over real quick,” the demon said, sounding more like he was explaining how to program a remote than how to warp a human body.  “You can make as many changes as you want, and honestly, I’d encourage you to do so.  But no matter what you do, there always has to be one.  So don’t think you can just undo that once I leave.  You can make those supple mountains go away, but only if they replace something else.  Got it?  Internal or external, your choice, but it’s a game of exchanges from here on out.  There’s a recharge period after you make a change, but that varies based on how big.  He’ll be stuck like this for a day or so.”

“But what…what about…how does he…” Tom stammered, unable to look away from the other man’s smooth new additions.

“Eh, don’t overthink it,” the demon shrugged, the bony shards sticking out of its body clacking together with the motion.  It started waving a few of its arms again while it finished speaking, a dull red glow beginning to permeate the room.  “Pete’s in a bit of a grey area as far as reality is concerned.  The world adjusts to whatever you do, though it’s always a guess as to how, exactly.  But that’s part of the fun!”  Tom’s whole body went cold when the demon clapped him on a shoulder, its toothy maw stretched in a wide grin.  “Anyway…enjoy!”  A piercing wail of screams erupted around them, a deep maroon light bleeding out from the cracks that appeared in the walls and the floor as the demon exploded into a cloud of buzzing insects.  The noxious swarm disappeared into one of the glowing fissures, the wails slowly fading away as the room stitched itself back together.

Pete hung suspended until the sound died, letting out a loud grunt when he slumped to the floor a few moments later.  “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” he panted, his hands shaking as they hovered just above his recently acquired tits.  The lean brunette was pale and shell shocked as he looked back and forth between Tom and his altered chest.

“Are you…okay?” Tom asked, feeling a subtle vibration in his skull whenever he looked at his stunned friend.  The sight of the other man kneeling on the floor in his boxers, his defined, tapering torso sporting its new pillows, would have been comical under other circumstances.  Now, Tom didn’t know what he should feel.  He’d always appreciated how good looking Pete was, with his short brown hair and disarming smile topping off his fit frame, but he’d never felt a thrill shoot through him just by looking at the other man.

“No!” Pete shrieked.  “Look at me, dude!  I’ve got fuckin’ tiiuuhhhnn…” The kneeling brunette broke off in a groan when he finally squeezed his softened chest.  Tom watched his friend’s boy-next-door face go crimson as the other man’s boxers twitched and jumped when his cock surged in response.

“That looks like fun,” Tom said with a short laugh.

“Fu…fuck you, man!  It’s not funny,” Pete gasped, his eyes wide as his hands kept kneading and squeezing.  “I can’t…I can’t stuuuhh….stop!  Puhhh…put me…put me back to normal!”

Tom knew his own cock shouldn’t be throbbing at the sight of his nearly-naked friend groping his new chest, but the gawking blonde couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so hard.  “How?  You heard what that thing said…it needs to recharge or something.”

“And you bunnhhh…believe it?!” Pete grunted, his head falling back on his shoulders as he kept massaging.  The front of his boxers was soaked through, a steady stream of cum pumping out of his aching cock with each squeeze.

“Enough to not risk it.  Plus, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.  Who knows what I could screw up if I try and undo this?”  Tom raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his still-sculpted pecs as he looked at his friend’s damp, tented underwear.  “While you keep milking yourself, do you want to tell me why the fuck we just had a demon in our apartment in the first place?  What was that thing?!”

Pete flushed from his forehead to his writhing abs when he finally noticed the correlation between his squeezing hands and the flow of liquid soaking his shorts.  He could see the outline of Tom’s solid cock in his friend’s pants, and the mouth watering that followed only furthered his dread.  “It was…supposed to grant me a…wish…” Pete gasped.  “It was in…that…booohhh…book I told you…I found…” The handsome brunette gave the other man a pleading look, hating the way he pursed his lips and batted his eyes in the process.  “Please…Tom…I think you’ve…gotta tell me to…stop…” he whimpered.

Tom scratched at his short red hair, letting Pete squirm for a few moments longer.  The muscled ginger was confusingly torn between his desire to keep watching and the knowledge that he shouldn’t want that at all.  “Uh, yeah, okay then.  Stop doing that,” he said with a shrug.

Pete’s hands fell away from his chest as soon as Tom finished speaking.  “Th…thanks…oh fuck…this is…” the addled brunette panted, wincing at the sight of his sopping boxers, his view obstructed by the gravity defying tits sticking off his torso.  “I gotta find a way to fix this,” he muttered.

“So about what that thing said…what exactly were you going to wish for?  Why do I get the feeling it wasn’t something good?”  Tom hadn’t paid any attention to Pete when his friend had told him about the odd book he’d found a few days earlier.  They’d been friends long enough for Tom to know how excitable Pete was, and how overactive an imagination the other man had.  When he’d been going on about magical powers and reality bending spells, Tom just smiled and nodded, but now, faced with the current evidence, the redheaded jock felt like they'd dodged a bullet.  He also knew Pete well enough to know that ultimate power was something his friend should absolutely never possess, and he had no doubts regarding the level of depravity Pete would have conjured.  He watched his friend blush and hesitate, his eyes narrowing.  “Tell me,” Tom said, his tone stern.  “And be honest.”

“Control over you,” Pete spat, his face going pale as the words left his mouth of their own volition.  “Mind, body and soul.”

“What the hell, man?!” Tom cried, a surge of anger overtaking his shock.  “Why would you…what the fuck have I ever done to you?  I thought we were friends!”

“We are!  I mean, I don’t know why I…” Pete trailed off, the command to be honest kicking in before he could finish.  “…I’m sick of you always getting your way!  You pile on the muscle, you get all the girls, everyone likes you better…it’s so goddamn frustrating!  I’m better looking than your pasty ass, AND I’ve got the bigger dick, but everyone jumps in line for you.  I just wanted to flip things.”

Tom could only blink at Pete in stunned silence.  The built young man took slow, deep breaths to keep his temper in check, trying not to think about the full ramifications of what nearly happened.  If he did, he might do something he’d regret.  Pete was still his friend, despite he’d just heard, and with the kind of power he currently had over his friend he could very easily do something drastic.  “Wow.  Okay, we’ll have to unpack all that at some point,” he finally said, shaking his head.  He grinned as he watched Pete squirm on his knees, his initial reluctance replaced by his simmering fury.  “So you spent a lot of time thinking about my body and my dick, huh?”

“What?  No!  I just wanted…”

“What about now, though,” Tom interrupted, following Pete’s eyes to his waist.  “You’re staring pretty hard.  You want it?”

“Fuck yes,” Pete barked, his face going crimson even as he eagerly nodded.

Tom laughed and reached down to tousle his friend’s hair.  He briefly pulled Pete’s face against his solid bulge before stepping back and pulling his friend to his feet.  “What about the rest of me?  Still think you’re better looking than my pasty ass?”

“No!  God no.”  There was a pained expression Pete’s face as he stared at his friend’s broad shoulders and beefy arms.  He was aware that his new feelings were the result of whatever binding the demon had done to him and Tom, but that didn’t make them any less potent.  He wanted Tom with a hunger that was physically painful.  “You’re so fuckin’ hot, bro.  I can’t…I can’t even stand it…” he whimpered.

Tom’s grin turned into a smug smile.  “Gee, thanks,” he said, reaching out and tugging down the front of Pete’s soaked boxers.  “Since you’re so proud of it, let’s get that big dick of yours out of that wet underwear,” he said, the other man’s fat, eight inches springing free.  “You just fold your arms behind your head…I’ll handle this part.”

Pete’s inflated chest heaved, his heart racing as he folded his arms behind his head, his toned biceps flexing with the motion.  He stepped awkwardly out of his discarded boxers when they reached his ankles, trying not to think about how he must look.  “Tom, man, listen…we can still fix this!  We can both get what we waaaaAAHHHH!”  The lean brunette howled when his friend slid around from behind and cupped his supple mounds, picking up where his groping had left off.  He spasmed in Tom’s solid arms, nearly collapsing back against the other man’s brawny chest as his cock resumed its steady flow.

“Wow…look at that thing go,” Tom laughed, tweaking Pete’s inflated nipples between a finger and thumb.  “I wonder how much’ll come out?”

Pete didn’t know if he writhed for minutes or hours in Tom’s arms.  His unyielding lust was overwhelming, leaving him adrift on a sea of agonizing ecstasy.  He’d never felt anything as pleasurable as Tom’s rough hands on his chest, his friend’s solid body pressing against him, but the release he so desperately craved was denied him.  The unbearable pressure kept building and building, his cock oozing out an endless stream until all he could do was muster a few slack-jawed grunts as Tom held him upright.  The sticky puddle on the floor continued to grow, eventually spreading against his feet.  The coherent shreds of Pete’s brain reeled at the thought that his churning balls could produce such a quantity, and there didn’t seem to be an end in sight.

“Huh…guess we really could do this all day,” Tom laughed, stepping back and letting Pete fall to his knees.  The dazed brunette winced as his hands and knees landed in the sticky pond, his overworked chest shaking wildly from the jarring landing.  “Is it really milk though?  Give it a taste and let me know.”  Pete wanted to hold back as he leaned down, his swaying chest dipping against the copious liquid when he bent and began licking at the floor.  The warm, salty taste should have been revolting, but he lapped at it like a man dying of thirst.  “How is it?”

“Guh…good…” Pete grunted between licks, trying his best to watch as Tom began peeling out of his clothes.  Despite having seen it countless times, the sight of his friend’s pale, freckled muscle and stout, wide cock nearly brought him to tears of joy.

“You'll have to tell me how mine stacks up.”

In a flash, Tom was on him.  Pete gasped and squirmed as he was manhandled onto his back in the sticky puddle, his hands instinctively shooting to Tom’s meaty thighs as the other man straddled his stomach.  His vision went blurry when his friend grabbed his chest and began pumping his hips, working the short, fat cock he’d been so eager to see between his lightning-rod tits.  Pete was dimly aware that he was squirming on a cum covered floor getting tit-fucked, but there wasn’t room left in his overloaded brain to feel any embarrassment.  All that mattered was the warm, solid rod wedged against his chest, and the plump, hairy balls dragging behind it.  When Tom finally came, blasting all over his face in the process, Pete was beyond comprehension.  He felt like he could explode, as if his body was made of nothing but his looming eruption.  He wanted to tell Tom what the other man had to do, but he couldn’t find the words.  All he could do was gaze up at the other man when Tom started taking pictures, knowing full well that the images of his busty, cum-covered frame would soon be peppering the internet.  But he’d worry about that later.  Until Tom gave him the release he needed, he couldn’t do much more than whimper and drool.

“Oh, all right,” the grinning ginger finally said.  He took a step back and positioned his phone to record what was about to happen.  “As much as I, and I’m sure everyone else, love seeing you with your brains fucked out, you can go ahead and cum.”

Pete only heard the beginnings of his piercing wail.  When he came to a few moments later he was staring up at the ceiling, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck.  “Oh…oh shit…” he mumbled, struggling upright.  He was officially covered in a sticky coating from head to toe.  The salty fluid spilled out of his mouth and down his chin.  It dripped from his heaping breasts and ran down the middle of his abs.  He was disgusted by the sensation even as he longed for it.

“She can still talk,” Tom laughed.

Pete wiped his face, his eyes immediately glued to his friend’s nearly-naked frame.  Tom had slipped back into his boxer-briefs, and the sticky brunette now had enough growing space in his brain to be terrified at how disappointed he was.  Despite everything that just happened, all he wanted was to get Tom as naked as himself.  “Dude…what just happened…?”

“You came so hard you passed out.”  Tom sounded proud as he turned his phone in Pete’s direction.  “Don’t worry…I got the whole thing on video.”

Pete’s stomach dropped as he watched his frenzied, animalistic thrashings.  He was wild-eyed, his cock spraying like a fountain as he howled and bucked on the cummy floor.  It was horrifying, mortifying, and pleasure like he’d never experienced. And things were just getting started.