Transform: New Blood 19
by AKA
Stefan sat in the obviously very expensive Manhattan penthouse apartment of his new friends listening to some of them discussing something that they obviously considered very important, but the gist of which he was having a very hard time identifying. Someone had obviously done something, and it had some unintended and rather bad consequences, and they were all concerned with what to do next.
One reason he was having a hard time concentrating was that, at the moment and simultaneous to the discussion, Jerry was slowly and with great attention and talent, jerking him off. His new dicks were being lavished with the kind of attention he presumed that only high-paid hookers knew how to do, but Jerry was no hooker and no mention of payment was likely to be forthcoming. After all, the two had been together for a couple of days now, with little sleep and ongoing sexual activity bringing him to a level of ultimate and perfect pleasure he never dreamed possible. Jerry was sex on two legs.
They were both lounging naked on one of several broad, deep, probably custom-built sofas arranged around this huge area, and even though Jerry was thoroughly engaged in that other discussion, his concentration on Stefan’s enormous cocks was just as attentive.
The other reason Stefan could be forgiven for not being able to zero in on all the words being thrown about was that his eyes were still adjusting to taking in all the visual masculine beauty surrounding him.
He’d never imagined that such men as this existed. Having been Transformed by Wolf, he was certainly aware of the possibility, and then meeting Jerry went a long way toward allowing his brain to encompass the possibility of more such men, but here he was now in this darkened room overlooking Central Park literally surrounded by the most amazing, muscular, sexual and beautiful collection of male pulchritude that he ever fantasized about.
He could easily remember their names because they were all living inside his head. Chuck and Frazz, the chocolate and vanilla (or more realistically, black coffee and latte) couple, both of whom laughed readily and shared each other openly and if there was ever a man as completely sexy and sexual as Jerry, it was Chuck.
Carlos and Michael, the owners of the place, were also a night and day couple, though again their characters seemed to blend perfectly. Carlos was like a walking database, his mind working on a level of attention and analytic power that made him seem part computer. Michael, on the other hand, while being about as beautiful as a man could be, exuded a kind of authority or command that seemed like a whisper, but as powerful as a shout.
Then there was the other four newcomers, Cal, Murph, Derek and Paul. Of the four, Paul was definitely the most interesting, with his body painted with tattoos and his smile filled with lust incarnate. He had a shaven head and he was heavily muscled, like all of them, but there was something else about him that made Stefan harder than steel. Cal, Murph and Derek seemed like the three musketeers, rarely apart for more than a few minutes, and constantly moving their hands over each others’ bodies.
Todd and Stan, evidently lovers but it was hard to tell since everyone was naked and either making out or fucking when they weren’t talking about this Sam dude, were a little bit of a mystery. Todd was evidently at home, here, exuding comfort and friendly jokes with everyone as if he had known them all for years. Stan was more mysterious, seemingly lost inside that body, though his eyes danced around with interest and it was clear that someone interesting lived inside his silent watchfulness.
And finally Kevin, Joe and Bobby. The former, Jerry’s companion, was smart and handsome, and like the other men in the room, equally comfortable being with their lover as watching them be with someone else. Currently, Kevin seemed to be enjoying Joe and Bobby as much as Stefan was enjoying Jerry.
The latter pair were, by their demeanor and general sense of play, the youngest of those gathered -- although altogether everyone in the room looked to be somewhere between 18 and 25. Like the others, they exuded a perfection of masculine power that was staggering, but the two of them had a certain level of unbridled physical flawlessness that set them apart. They were both gorgeous, with smooth tanned skin and silken hair. Joe, or Joseph, in particular, seemed to be built from sex.
There were differing levels of body hair to be seen, and eye color variants and hair length and all the other physical aspects that makes one person distinct from the next, but the commonalities were the really shocking part of seeing them all together, for they each had bodies encased in bulging muscles so thick and hard that one might wonder how they moved at all -- except they also demonstrated such grace and flexibility and athleticism that there was no room to doubt that they were anything but musclebound.
He knew about that physicality and sensuality from first-hand experience, for he was one of them. And now they were discussing what to do about some other guy that they all seemed to know about, but none of them seemed to know.
“How could it be an accident?” It was the Latin guy, Carlos, asking. He had long, dark, straight hair that hung nearly to his high, muscular bubble butt, and his eyes were golden. “How could we not know who he is, or that he is a Brother? We’re all connected, we’d have to hear him.”
His companion, Michael, raised an eyebrow. It was typical of his demeanor. Reserved and elegant, every movement was subtle but meaningful. “We are making assumptions based on our own histories. We were each Transformed by another under intimate circumstances, and then taken by the hand through the process so that we could understand the possibilities and our new capabilities. If this man did not receive the gifts directly… no, Carlos, let me finish. Not all physical capabilities are like breathing. We may choose to be sexual or not, we may choose to take a piss and not.”
“You’re saying that some of our intrinsic talents may not be so intrinsic after all?”
Michael nodded once. “If you’ll recall, when we first took on the ability to fly, for lack of a better word, we had to be shown how to do it. We didn’t simply begin flying. Similarly, the ability to shrink to a more manageable size was not something that came naturally at first.”
“So the whole brain drain thing isn’t cognitive.” This statement came from the tall, bald black man called Frazz. His companion, Chuck, nearly choked and started laughing.
“You used ‘cognitive’ in a sentence! Ten points for our side!”
“I’m more than just a pretty face, Chuck.”
“Well, duh. You’re also a gorgeous dick and an ass that would stop traffic.”
“Thanks,” he answered drolly.
“How,” interrupted Todd, a blonde-haired bodybuilder with All American written all over him, “are we going to locate him, then. Clearly, searching down blind alleys isn’t an approach that will work.”
“Maybe not,” answered a tattooed behemoth named Paul, whose inked skin danced with erotic beauty, “but you do meet some very interesting friends. Right, Chuck?” Paul winked at the other man, and Chucked wiggled his eyebrows in reply.
“I kind of like dark alleys,” Bobby volunteered, pausing in his ongoing oral study of his companion Joe’s full-lipped mouth. “Easier to fuck someone up against a wall.”
Carlos turned to address Todd’s question, wandering closer to the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined one entire wall. “We may not be able to sense him, but perhaps the opposite isn’t entirely true.”
“A siren’s call to a lost sailor?” Michael asked.
“Something of that nature. Given that our newly developed powers aren’t necessarily cognizant,” he said, smiling as he used Frazz’s word, “that does not mean they’re latent.”
Chuck’s deep voice was always tinged with humor, and a very deep current of strength and sexuality. It seemed like whatever he said was an invitation to fuck. “Could you dudes stop throwing around all those big words? A simple man like me is having a hard time keeping up.”
“I note you did not say ‘keeping it up.’”
“Now you know I never have that problem, Todd.”
“My meaning is simple; if we broadcast an invitation on all frequencies, Sam is bound to hear it. Whether it’s overt or subliminal – and assuming that what has happened to him is a result of one of us and not some other governmental or military intervention – he’ll be able to pick up the network signal, so to speak, and tune in to our waveband.”
“So we just keep putting it out there until he responds?”
“You never have a problem putting it out there, Chuck.”
“What is this, Todd, pick on Chucker day?” Todd laughed and shoved his tongue into Chuck’s mouth to keep him quiet for two seconds while Carlos finished.
“We just need to send out an APB to the Brotherhood and have everyone send out that invite. We’re pretty much global by now, so wherever he is he’s bound to pick it up.”
“Perhaps,” interrupted Jerry, not pausing in his manual manipulations of Stefan’s twin monsters, “we should ask someone new to our Brotherhood. We have been living these lives for months or even, in the case of our esteemed hosts and our friends Chuck and Todd, years. It’s easy to forget what life before Transformation was like, and to recall what the process meant and did to those lives.” He sighed, then smiled. “Perhaps some insight into what happens to a man just after Transformation would be instructive.” He looked into Stefan’s eyes and went quiet.
“Well, uh, I mean, the first thing is you’re just hellaciously horny.”
“Nothing different about that,” Bobby volunteered.
“Right, but it’s not like before. Before, like, I was probably horny but not constantly. My body needed down time. And certain things could always trigger those feelings, but now it’s like a living thing inside me. That sense of sexual power, that need for someone else’s touch and to touch someone, that hot feeling all over like I’m just on the edge of creaming. So, I guess the first thing I would have to do if I was, like, accidentally made this way would be to find someone else.”
“No shit,” agreed Paul. He shifted slightly on the balls of his feet and the colorful illustrations decorating his bulging frame danced and moved. “If you guys weren’t around, I’d probably have drilled some poor dude clean through with one of these things,” he added, gesturing to the length of fat cock falling abundantly between his muscled thighs. “Stefan hit the nail on the motherfucking head, there. The first thing – the only thing – is to find someone to fuck.”
“Or be fucked by,” added Murph.
Derek nodded agreement. “It’s not just the, like, domination over someone. It’s like… it’s like more than fucking. More than just sex.”
“’Just’ sex?” Chuck’s sideways grin spoke volumes.
“I mean, you know, there’s the power inside you. You feel it all the time. And it’s something new and, um, not uncomfortable but it’s like… it’s like…” Derek looked to his comrades to fill in the blanks.
Cal spoke up, “It’s like having a gift you have to give away. You want to share it – no, you have to share it. It’s like it’s too big to hold onto by yourself and you need to share it with someone else, or a lot of someone elses.”
“And also you want to, like, test your boundaries.” Stefan closed his eyes for a moment. “Remember the first time you ever had sex? It was exciting and scary and amazing and weird, but you wanted to immediately do it again? To see how someone else felt? To feel someone else?” He opened his eyes. “Now, everything’s like that. I want to be with everyone all the time, because I know how much pleasure I can bring them, and how much pleasure I’m going to receive in return.”
“Okay, so we’ve established that the dude is probably fucking everyone he meets. What does that mean?”
“It means he isn’t doing that, or else we’d certainly have felt them. That many new dudes in my head all going at it and Transforming everyone they meet?” Chuck shook his head. “It ain’t happening.”
“So he’s secluded.” Carlos rubbed his chin in thought. Stefan watched the man’s bicep ball into swollen power as his arm bent, and felt a surge of sexual power swelling in tandem. Jerry sensed his excitement and leaned down to suck his cocks inside his warm, wet mouth. Stefan unloaded a sudden gush of hot cream and his body shook with pleasure. “That limits the search area, certainly.”
“Meaning he ain’t in the Big Apple.”
“Apparently not, Chuck. We must also confront the possibility,” Carlos added, “that he wasn’t Transformed.”
“The fuck? He was obviously T’d, Carlos. I mean, no ordinary dude could do what he did.”
“I agree that something has altered his genetic code, but it may not have been our particular magic that did it. You’ll recall that this was originally a government-controlled experiment in super soldier technology.”
“You’re saying they’re still at it, even after what happened at Main Office?”
“I’m saying I’d be greatly surprised if some government weren’t actively pursuing it. We’re not exactly what they hoped for, that’s a given. But with a couple of exceptions, we’re exactly what they want. Superstrong, indestructible, flying men who can survive the most inhospitable environments and subsist on nothing more than what our own bodies provide for us, in addition to being able to alter our appearance at will and, to a degree, blend in with normal society while communicating non-verbally over unlimited miles and influence the minds of others with nothing more than a thought. One has to admit that that’s a fairly powerful combination.”
“Except for the fact that we’re biologically incapable of violent behavior…”
“Unless threatened, Chuck.”
“Well, Todd, given Carlos’s list of our abilities, I’m not sure what could threaten us at this point.”
“Except another one of us without that biological incapacity,” Stefan said.
The room went quiet.
“But…” Chuck’s deep and powerful voice erupted like a soft earthquake in the silence, “but the fact that we saw him sucking his own dick and then passing that sexual eruption through the camera kind of disproves that idea, doesn’t it? I mean, would a super-soldier, having been built and developed to be the ultimate killing machine, be allowed to spend his off hours lounging around naked on a webcam streaming cum down his own throat?”
“He would,” added Michael, “if he were trying to set a trap.”
“For us, you mean.”
“Your grasp of the obvious is staggering, lover,” Frazz chuckled deeply. “But I don’t buy it. It’s not their modus operandi. The government isn’t that slick. They’d do what they did on the island, come at us with both barrels blazing, try to wipe us out.”
“We’re too distributed now,” Todd observed. “They can’t expect us to sit around…”
“Fuck around,” Chuck corrected.
“Yeah, okay. To fuck around waiting for them to show up with whatever their next offensive is. And I can’t imagine that they see us as a threat, anyway. It’s pretty obvious that we’re not going to join some other government bent on world domination, or even form our own army and start trying to wipe them off the face of the planet.”
“We’re all such sweethearts!”
“Right!”
“We’re all such 2-story high, multiple-ton, muscle-bound indestructible flying sweethearts, capable of instantly altering the DNA of any dude we come within 20 feet of by any number of methods, thereby instantly increasing our numbers and…”
“I see your point, Chuck.”
“The bottom line is, we need to find this man one way or the other. Even if he is not a threat to us, he is a threat to others whether he realizes it or not. An unchecked, unschooled Transformed man in the wild could unleash himself unknowingly on any man he comes in contact with.”
“Like that’s a bad thing?”
It was Chuck who answered Bobby’s remark. “Listen up, boy. I don’t ever want to hear that you’re out there forcing yourself and what we can do on anyone who doesn’t want it. You’re making a big assumption that just because we all enjoy this life, that everyone else will too. But there are some drawbacks to our existence, or haven’t you noticed?”
“I haven’t, actually,” he said, offhandedly. He swelled a massive bicep into full glory and licked its smooth, hard surface. “What’s not to like?”
“Secrecy,” answered Stefan. Jerry stopped pleasuring him as he stood up, his hard on massive and red, his body etched with all consuming muscular glory and power. “It’s like going back into the closet all over again. I can’t tell anyone else about this. From what I’ve heard in this room, there are powers out there whose only purpose is to lock us all up and throw away the key. And I can’t very well appear in front of my old friends or even my family looking like this, now. How do I explain it? What would I say? Don’t get me wrong, I welcome the trade-off and wouldn’t go back for all the money in the world – but it was my decision. It was my choice. I wanted it. It’s not fair to assume…”
“All right, I get it. I guess… I guess I just didn’t… I mean, you didn’t really have a choice, did you, Stan? When Joe and I slipped that muscle Mickey into your Coke at that greasy spoon all those weeks ago… Fuck, you must have been pissed!”
Stan nodded. “I just chalked it up to you guys being so young. It never dawned on you to ponder why I was so quiet and off on my own at first. This was a hard thing to accept. I guess that’s why I haven’t… I’ve never…”
Chuck’s eyes went wide. “You’ve never Transformed anyone else?” Stan shook his head, smiling sheepishly. He felt as if he’d just admitted he was the legendary 40-year-old virgin. “Fuck, now that’s what I call self-control.”
Michael spoke again. “It’s a difficult lesson to remember. But we have a responsibility. And this man, whoever he is, and whatever his intentions, needs to learn that, too. So if for no other reason, we must find him before they do.”
“You think they’re looking?”
Carlos said, “If we have this, there’s no doubt that they do, too. He’s as valuable to them as he is to the Brotherhood.”
“More so, if he’s uninitiated. He’s a clean slate. He wouldn’t know what they intend for him – and for us.” Michael paused and looked at each man in turn before saying, “Let’s alert everyone, the entire Brotherhood. We need to find this gentlemen, before they do.”