Sinners and Saints 4: Reap What You Sow (mm mc musc fant)
by Naedre
Ryan:
I hustled across the quad towards Greg and Alex’s dorm. By the time I had finished changing Andrew and Milton in to Andy and Tank, it was 8 am and the sun was slowly rising over campus. The quad was deserted except for a few unlucky freshmen and sophomores were headed for their early Friday classes.
It was a good thing that I had thought to grab the dark hoodie and black jeans from Andrew’s dresser. It would have been bad to be running naked across campus. Not that I cared about being nude anymore; Asmodai had removed all my modesty. But not wearing anything would definitely attract attention, and attracting attention would increase the chances that I would have to use my powers. I did not want another corrupted soul on my conscience.
No, until I could talk to Greg and Alex about what had happened and how to change back, I was going to keep a low profile.
And it wasn’t like Andy would miss his clothes. Now that he was a male bimbo, he would be more than happy to buy an all new wardrobe. He wouldn’t need the bleak clothing I took. His things even fit me ok. But I felt more than a little grim in the outfit. Dressed in all black, with a hood hiding my face, and bringing damnation with a touch, it was hard for me not to feel like the Angel of Death.
“Ooooof,” I said, as I ran into someone. I had been lost in my thoughts and hadn’t been paying attention. I had accidentally knocked a smaller student to the ground. “I’m sorry, man. Let me help you up.”
I started to extend my hand to the guy I had knocked over, but then I realized skin-to-skin contact was a bad idea. I pulled my hand back as he reached for it.
“Oh, I get it, funny. The big jock ‘accidentally’ knocks the gay guy over and then doesn’t help him up,” said the blond-haired freshman in a pink t-shirt. At least I assumed he was a freshman. He looked very young. And he was oddly familiar. “I thought college was supposed to be better than high school, but it’s all the same.”
Now, I had a pretty good memory for faces, and I didn’t think I had ever met him before, but nevertheless, it seemed like I should know him. “No, I didn’t mean to… I just can’t touch you.”
“Right,” the freshman snorted. He got up and brushed himself off. “You can’t touch a fag, I might spread gay germs to you.”
“It’s not like that,” I tried to say.
“Fuck off,” the kid said, extending his middle finger as he walked away.
Well, at least I hadn't cursed him. He might think I was a jerk, but at least I hadn’t cursed him too. I started to put the incident out of my mind and move on, but I noticed a small symbol on his backpack. It was the crimson “M” of the local magnet school. I hadn't gone there, but I had seen the same emblem on Gabe's high-school class ring.
This freshman, who was oddly familiar, was from the same high school as Gabe and Michael. That seemed important somehow, but I still couldn't figure out where I had seen him before. I knew I should remember, but I just couldn't. I started walking towards Greg and Alex’s dorm, still wracking my brain for a memory.
Greg and Alex had been roommates freshman year, and had decided sticking together would be better than risking a random new roommate they wouldn’t get along with. And while I had managed to get into a nice new dorm by virtue of being roommates with Gabe, who was a senior and starter on the baseball team, they were still stuck in the freshman dorms. As I approached their room, I noticed the door was open and I could hear Greg speaking to someone inside.
“I’m telling you. He confessed to me and Alex last night.”
A girl scoffed. It sounded like Sarah, the girl I had been dating before Asmodai had changed me. What was she doing here? “No, Greg, he isn’t.”
“Yes, he is, and he was cheating on you with guys the entire time you were dating,” Greg said.
“Greg, this is really pathetic. Ryan is not gay. And you aren’t going to get me to break up with him by lying about that.” Sarah sounded seriously annoyed. “And even if I did break up with Ryan, I still don’t want to date you.”
Greg wanted to date Sarah? And Greg knew I was gay now? But I hadn’t talked to Greg or Alex after the summoning. I had gone straight back to my dorm, hidden the amulet in an air vent, and collapsed in my bed. And now Greg was lying to Sarah about what had happened last night. I clinched my fist in angry at the inescapable conclusion.
My friends had betrayed me.
Last night wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a mistake or quirk of fate. It was a setup. Greg and Alex had planned it. They had known the ritual was real. They had known Asmodai would change me. They were to responsible for everything.
Rage filled me, and I surrendered to it. Hopes for redemption fled my mind. I didn’t care about going back to my old life anymore. Finding salvation became meaningless to me. Sparing others from my curse no longer mattered. I just wanted revenge. I wanted to make Greg and Alex pay.
But even as angry as I was, I could think clearly and act rationally. The anger was strengthening, not hindering.
I stepped into the doorway and cleared my throat. Greg and Sarah turned to look at me. I needed to get her out of the room so I could be alone with Greg. “I’m sorry, Sarah, but it is true. I’m gay. I didn’t think I was when we started dating, but I know I am now. You deserve better than me.”
I said. Sarah looked absolutely dumbstruck. Greg looked like he was about to do a victory dance. “See, I told you…”
“Shut up, Greg.” Sarah said without looking at him. She was focused on me. “So what, you had Greg tell me because you were too chicken?”
I opened my mouth to answer but she cut me off. “No, don’t bother defending yourself. I’m done with both of you. Leave me alone.”
She left the room quickly, hurt and confused. Greg made a move to stop her, but I shut the door and locked it. As I turned to Greg, thoughts of vengeance filled my head. They made me smile.
“Sarah… dammit,” Greg sighed. It only took a split-second for his expression to go from disappointed to worried. I don't think he realized how much danger he was in, but he knew something was wrong. “So, uh, do you remember much from last night, Ryan?”
“Bits and pieces” I said. “Where is Alex?”
“Class until 10.” Greg backed slowly away from me. “Really, you remember some stuff, because Alex said you wouldn’t remember anything…er … I mean, with the amount of drugs and alcohol in you.”
“Oh, is that what happened last night? I got drunk and high, and I came out of the closet to you and Alex?” I said with a murderous calm in my voice.
“Yep. You were totally wasted man,” Greg said. He glanced behind him, looking at the phone on his desk. The idea of him calling for help was laughable. Who could he call that could possible stop me?
“Funny, because I remember some sort of demonic ritual,” I said, advancing on him.
“Oh… well, you were hallucinating, too. I guess you took some LSD or someth…”
“Quiet,” I commanded. I could feel a dark power rise within me with that word. Greg stopped talking mid-sentence. “I remember everything you and Alex had done to me.”
Greg moved his mouth to talk, but no noise came out.
I could feel Asmodai’s strength in me. Now that I wasn’t fighting it anymore, power was flowing into me like a river. He was the Demon-King of wrath, lust, and vengeance. And thanks to my friends’ betrayal, I was ready to embrace all of his aspects.
“Now, Greg, I’m going to ask you some questions. If you are obedient and tell me the truth, I will reward you. If you resist, I will punish you. You will answer me.” I commanded him again. “Did you and Alex plan for me to summon a demon?”
“N-No,” Greg stammered. I knew he was lying
“Pain,” I said. I projected one of my most painful memories into his mind: the time I had dislocated my shoulder. Greg grabbed his arm and whimpered in pain. “I know when you lie to me. And every time you do, it gets worse. Now, did you and Alex plan this?”
“No,” Greg lied again.
“Pain,” I said again. I made Greg feel as if all his joints were being dislocated at the same time. He yelped as the pain got worse. “Tell me the truth, Greg. Did you and Alex plan for me to summon Asmodai?”
“Yes.” Greg admitted.
“Pleasure.” I said. I took all his pain away and replaced it with the feeling of the best kiss I ever had. “Remember, obedience pleases me and I reward you. What did you think would happen to me?”
“We didn’t know.”
“Pain,” I had been hit by a pitching playing baseball a couple of times. One 85 mile-per-hour fastballs hurts. Greg felt like he was being pelted by 100 at once. “Resistance is pain. You knew something would happen, didn’t you? What did you think it was going to be?”
Greg hesitated like he was thinking about lying again, but finally decided to tell the truth. “You would get a wish, and in exchange Asmodai would make you gay.”
“Pleasure,” Greg relived the first blow job I had ever gotten. It was sloppy and rough but it was still pleasure. His pants began to tent slightly. “Obedience is pleasure. And you were ok with letting a demon change me like that?”
“Yes.” I think Greg was distracted by the pleasure. He answered truthfully without a second thought. “There is nothing wrong with being gay, so making you gay would make everyone happy. I would get to date Sarah and Alex could date you.”
“Pleasure,” In Greg’s mind, I replaced the inexperienced mouth with the memory of Michael deep-throating me. Greg gasped. I made sure that in his mind, he associated the pleasure with pleasing me. He was becoming much more compliant. “You really thought that all that was standing between you and Sarah was me?”
“I don’t know. But it’s just not fair. I asked her out so many times before you meet her, and she always said no, but you swoop in and she says yes right away. She only agreed to date you because you're attractive. You had nothing in common with her, and I did. She should have said yes to me, not you.” In his mind, it was the truth.
“Pleasure,” I added to Greg’s pleasure. In his mind, someone began playing with his balls while two people started licking and kissing all over his dick. I also added the feelings strong masculine hands and stubble rubbing against his inner thigh. I wanted him to subconsciously associate sexual pleasure with guys. “And you thought no harm would come to me?”
Greg was so absorbed in lust he didn’t notice the homosexual feel to his pleasure. “No way, Ryan. We didn’t want to hurt you. We were just trying to make everyone happy.”
Again, Greg was telling the truth, as dumb as it sounded.
“Pleasure,” I made Greg feel a tongue licking up and down his ass, teasing the sensitive nerves there.
“Wha...?” That Greg noticed; it was undeniably gay. Fear bubbled up in his head. He was beginning to realize I was doing more than just questioning him. He understood that I was going to change him, and he was terrified.
“There is nothing wrong with being gay, remember? You said that. And if you object to the feeling, I can replace it with pain.” He looked like he was going to keep protesting for a second, but then he gave in. His fear of the pain outweighed his fear of what I was going to do to him. “Good boy. Just relax and submit. Feel the pleasure.”
Greg felt a guy’s tongue flicking faster against his hole and he began to notice how hot it was. He moaned as he closed his eyes. I kept reinforcing in his mind that obedience and submission to men equaled pleasure, and resistance equaled pain. “You weren’t concerned with what would happen to my soul?”
“Huh?” Greg’s mind was a little overwhelmed with the new sensations coming from his ass, so he was having trouble focusing on the question. His dick was rock hard and making a stain in the front of his jeans.
“Yes, my soul. The one Asmodai took from me when you tricked me into summoning him. You idiots knew how to summon a demon, but didn’t stop to think about souls and damnation?”
“I guess not.” He was so absorbed in the pleasure he sounded stoned. “What does it matter? What is a soul good for anyway?”
“So you think a soul is worthless, Greg? So you aren’t going to mind when I take yours?” I said. He was close to offering his soul to me. He hesitated a second, so I added, “Be obedient, and tell me I can take your soul.”
I could almost see the struggle going on in Greg’s head. He knew that he should be obedient and give me consent. At this point, he really wanted to be obedient so that he could feel more pleasure, but his self-preservation instinct was still too strong. “No, you can’t have my soul.”
“Pain,” I commanded. I didn’t make the pain specific this time. I just made his whole body hurt. Greg fell to the floor and screamed in agony. “Don’t you ever say ‘no’ to me. Do you understand?”
“Oh, god. Please stop, Ryan. Make it stop.”
“Pain. You must say yes. You will always say yes. Obedience requires it. No matter what I ask of you, you will never refuse.”
“Yes. Ok, yes. I said yes. I’ll do anything… anything. Make it stop”
“Do you willingly surrender your soul to me?”
“Yes.” Greg said, crying and defeated.
“Pleasure,” I forced feeling of Asmodai fucking me into his head. The pleasure and pain and lust overwhelmed him as it had me. His back arched as he came in his pants.
He lay on the floor panting for a minute, trying to recover from the mental onslaught. Then he started begging. “I’m sorry Ryan. I’m so so sorry. Please don’t do this to me. Have mercy.”
“I don’t have any mercy left.” I spat. I flipped him over onto his stomach and ripped his jeans off. I took one finger and rubbed his exposed asshole. He started squirming under me. “Be good and stay still.”
Greg instantly obeyed and lay still. A surge of pleasure rushed threw his body, and I didn’t even have to provide it. The connection between pleasure and obedience was so firmly ingrained in him now that I didn’t have to. “Please man… I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Just don’t make me gay.”
“Why would I make you gay?” I slid my finger into his ass and started rubbing his prostate. He moaned. “I want to punish you Greg, if I make you gay, you might actually enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”
“Wh-what are you going to do?” Fear and lust were tangled up together in Greg’s mind
“I’m going to make you very pretty. You complained earlier about how I was better looking than you, and that’s why Sarah agreed to date me. Well, I’m going to make you beautiful. After I’m done, everybody you meet will think you are the most attractive person they have ever seen.”
I pulled my finger out of his ass and replaced it with my dick. For a moment there was resistance as I pressed my cock against his hole, but it slowly slid into him. Greg bit the carpet to stop himself from screaming.
“In fact, you will be so attractive that girls will be intimidated by your looks. They aren’t going to want a man that is prettier than they are. But fags are going to love how hot you are. Any gay man that sees you will be compelled to flirt with you and ask you out.”
Greg could only make a muffled grunt as he got used to the feeling of my dick in him. I started doing push ups, sliding in an out of him with every rep.
“And, of course, since you were so devastated by Sarah saying no to you, you will find yourself unable to put another man threw the same thing. You will agree to every a date with any man that asks you. And you will go out of your way to accommodate everyone. Even if two men asked you out for the same night, you will find a way to satisfy them both. Wasn’t that your self-professed goal: to make everyone happy? Well, you will do just that. You will do your best to please all the men that want you. And they will all want you. You will always pretend to be having a good time and be interested in what they are interested in. When they flirt with you, you will flirt back. When they kiss you, you will kiss them back. When they want to have sex with you, you will always agree.”
I started to change Greg as I fucked him. From his freshly beautiful face and muscular shoulders to his newly perfect abs and that sexy little V on his midriff, I remade his entire body to match an Abercrombie model.
“You will never say no to anyone. You aren’t going to be able to. Regardless of what they ask of you, you will say ‘yes’ and be outwardly enthusiastic. No matter what they want you to do, no matter how perverse it is or how much it inwardly disgusts you, you will obey. Because obedience is pleasure.”
I started to rewired Greg’s brain as well. I left most of his personality intact; I wanted him to suffer. But I made it so that he was physically incapable of saying no to anyone for any reason.
“And the whole time you are doing this, you will remain straight. You will not be attracted to any of the men you date. And you will not be able to imagine you are having sex with a woman. You will be fully aware you are screwing a guy. The only way you will feel pleasure is when you are obedient and find ways to please the men who asked you out. And any time you resist or fail to make another man happy, you will feel pain again.”
I strengthened the muscles around his ass, making it exceptionally tight. I wanted to make sure that anyone fucking him would be satisfied. I also wanted it to hurt when he got fucked. Every time his ass got stretched out by a big dick, the muscles would contract and his hole would become almost virginal again. He was going to feel a lot of pain as his ass was stretched out over and over again.
“And everyone gets a chance for redemption. Even shitty little fucks like you. And I have the perfect penance in mind. In order to reclaim your soul, you must tell Sarah everything, and then convince her to sleep with you. You must tell her about what you did to me, and about all the men you have fucked from today forward, and she must believe you. And after she accepts what you did, she must be willing to have sex with you.”
I made it so that anytime a guy touched him, he would instantly get hard. He needed to be able to satisfy bottoms as well as tops. His dick was unexpectedly impressive even before I altered it, but you can never have too much of a good thing. I made it longer and thicker, and it would constantly leak enough pre-cum to be self-lubricating. I also deadened the nerves in it. I didn't want him to ever enjoy all the sex he would be having. Greg's only pleasure would come from obedience now, and the only way he would cum was if someone ordered him too.
“Of course, I don't think Sarah will ever believe what happened in the first place, let alone want to have sex with you after all that you have done. So, once I cum inside you, these changes will be permanent. You get to stay like this the rest of your life. Your mind is still more or less yours, but you body belongs to anyone who wants it. Sounds good, doesn't it?”
“N-n-n... Yes.” Greg said. He was still resisting with all his might. He would probably never stop resisting, but it didn't matter. He couldn't say no.
The thought made me want to cum. With one last deep thrust, I shot into his ass, sealing his fate.
Greg:
Greg could feel Ryan's cum inside of him. He felt disgusted and used, but the changed Ryan had made to him kept him from showing any sign of his unhappiness. Also, he felt a tiny surge of pleasure from knowing he had satisfied another man. He knew those changes were cemented into his mind now. The desire to obey was almost overwhelming.
“Now Greg,” Ryan said as he pulled out of Greg's ass and got up. “You are going to get dressed and go find some gay guys to flirt with. You aren't going to try to warn Alex, and you aren't going to come back here until you've been fucked by at least 3 guys.”
“Please.. Ryan... I'm so sorry.” Greg begged. He thought that maybe if he could get Ryan to forgive him, Ryan could change him back. But, even as Greg spoke, his body was already following the commands. Greg got up and walked over to his dresser, feeling a few more sparks of pleasure for being obedient.
“Please what? You wanted to make everyone happy, right?”
“Yes.” Greg said as he put on some ratty jeans. He tried not to say it, but his body wasn't listening to his brain anymore.
“No, no, those jeans aren't cute enough for you. Why don't you wear some of Alex's clothes instead. They gayer the better.”
Again, Greg obeyed. He didn't have choice. And even if he did, pleasure from obedience was better than pain from resistance. He squeezed into Alex's too tight jeans and put on a rainbow t-shirt. On Greg's bigger frame, the T-shirt looked like a cut-off, showing his abs and midriff. Greg tried one last to reason with Ryan. “Please, Ryan, we can figure out a way out of this together. Please, just change me back.”
Ryan just laughed. “A way out? I don't want a way out anymore. I like what I have become. And you shouldn't want to change back either. You get to make everyone happy now. You are glad I made you this way, aren't you?”
“Yes,” Greg said. The word was automatic now.
“Good boy. Now go out and make some fags happy while I wait here for Alex.”
Greg's body didn't hesitate to obey. And as he left the room, Greg felt a strange calm come over him. His fear and anger and worry all faded away. He realized that this was his life now, and no matter how much he resisted or fought, he would only cause himself pain, and it wouldn't make one bit of difference. Greg resigned himself to his fate as he walked out onto the quad and started looking for fags to pleasure.
To be continued