Ancient Relics
by Redkage
Chapter 1
Dean stretched his arms upwards as he gave a big, loud yawn. Dean, an 18 year old freshman in college, was just an average guy. He was roughly 5’11” and weighed around 120, with absolutely no muscle tone whatsoever. His dirty blonde hair was combed rather messily to one side, with strands of hair drooping over his eyes every now and again. Although Dean had a somewhat cute face, he had never actually gone out on a date with any girl…mostly due to the fact that he was gay and still in the closet.
His messy dorm room was completely dark, save for his desk lamp, which illuminated the woodwork and textbooks that lay before him. In the top bunk of the bed behind Dean, soft, light snoring could be heard from Dean’s football jock roommate and friend, Simon. Simon was a prime example of masculinity. Simon’s 6’9” frame sported 250 pounds of large, rippling muscle. His jet black hair was always combed back perfectly, with a few strands out of place to give a more mature, suave look. Dark eyes, square jaw, and a huge dick made Simon the most popular guy on campus. Even though Simon seemed like a dumb jock type, he was actually extremely smart and caring. He had perfect grades in all of his classes, and he was planning on a career that helps people. He had been Dean’s friend since the second grade, and even though their interests have diverted long since then, he still did everything possible to hang out with Dean as much as possible. In fact, you could even say they were best friends. Simon was also the only person who knew Dean was gay, and was completely okay with it. Time and time again, Dean wondered why Simon had stuck by him for so long when he could be out hanging with his football buddies or with a girlfriend.
Dean couldn’t help but smirk as he listened to a particularly loud snore from Simon. Dean wondered what people would think if Simon’s loyal fans found out that their hero snores, but then Dean pushed that thought out of his head since they all would adore Simon anyways. It was hard not to like everything about Simon, ‘the Superman’ a name that Dean had actually given to Simon in the fifth grade which stuck onto him ever since. It was not surprising to see more then half of the spectators of Simon’s football games to be wearing Superman logo on their shirts and other stuff.
Quietly, Dean turned off the lamp and crawled into his bed, pulling the sheets over him. As he laid there, he looked out the window. The sky was as dark as always and there was only a few stars in sight, thanks to light pollution. Dean personally hated the fact that all of the stars were hidden away, but seeing at least one star made him feel so much better. Dean’s mind began to wander back as he looked at the stars. He thought back through various times in his life where he had wished he was something more then an average guy. Through his entire life, he had always been average; Average height, average weight, average intelligence…Sometimes he just wished he was like Simon. No, sometimes he wished he was better then Simon. This thought in mind, he slowly drifted asleep.
Dean’s nose sniffed the air, smelling the aromas of eggs, freshly brewed Columbian coffee and crispy sausages that were slightly burnt. The smell of breakfast woke Dean up quickly and also caused his stomach to rumble under his nightshirt. As Dean sat up, he turned his head towards the stove, where Simon was busy cooking up their breakfast. The table was already set out, with glasses of orange juice, toast and a large glass of protein shake for Simon.
Dean couldn’t help but smile towards Simon’s back. The man was perfect. He was an athlete, an honor student and an excellent cook to boot. Simon, feeling a pair of eyes, turned around and returned the smile towards Dean.
“Mornin’ roommie.” His deep, rich voice sent shivers down Dean’s spine. Simon was wearing a tight red t-shirt that showed off his arms and chest pretty well. His jeans were particularly tight around the ass and thighs, and it had a generous bulge at the crotch area. Simon turned his attention back at the frying pan, decided that they were done, and gently placed its contents onto two plates. “So how was the studying last night?” He said as began to finish making breakfast.
“Long, hard and boring.” Dean replied, throwing his legs over the side and heading over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Moments later, Dean walked out, sat down across from Simon, and began eating. As usual, the taste was incredible. Simon chewed slowly, savoring the delicious flavors, knowing full well that Simon’s cooking was not only delicious, but healthy as well.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, you got a package from your uncle.” Simon said, his mouth full of toast. He pointed his fork at a brown package that was buried under Simon’s dirty football jersey. The only part of the package that was visible was a small bit or brown paper on the corner. It was obvious that Dean had completely missed it the day before, seeing that it was impossible to tell if something was hiding under such a large jersey unless you were looking for it.
“Why is your shirt on my package anyways?” Dean asked a little ruefully, though he was only joking.
Simon shrugged, causing his traps and neck to bulge out. “I was exhausted from practice, so I just randomly threw my shirt and went straight into the shower.”
“They HAVE showers down there you know.” Dean pointed out. “You could’ve taken one there. In fact, you’re always taking showers here.”
Simon shrugged again, taking a bite out of an especially plump sausage. “I have my reasons.” He said as he took his glass of protein shake and downed it in one go. “Now, I gotta get to my bio lecture. Later!” Simon quickly got up, grabbed his backpack and was out the door in 10 seconds flat.
Dean smiled again as he reached over for the package. Simon was always fun to hang out with, and no matter what, there was no way Dean could even feel remotely angry at him. Dean pulled out the package from underneath the jersey and looked at the front. The package was pretty small, about size of his hand and under an inch thick. It was wrapped in plain brown paper, with several postages and stamps on them. Dean looked at the address and was surprised to find that it was from China.
“Oh, it must be from Uncle Harry.” Dean said as he began to open the package. Uncle Harry was an archeologist, whose life’s goal was to find one fantastic relic from every country in the world. Uncle Harry was a nice enough man, even though he only visited Dean his family once every year or so, but everyone thought Uncle Harry was a bit of a nut. The main reason behind that thought was the gifts he kept on sending back. Once, when Dean was 6, he had the unfortunate pleasure of opening a box that contained a real shrunken head. He had nightmares of witch doctors and shriveled people for three months after that incident.
“Okay, what is it this time Uncle?” Dean said as he ripped off the brown paper. “A disemboweled hand? A tarantula? Or maybe even a monkey’s brain…” Somewhat reluctantly, Dean opened the box, only to find…a ring and a letter. For a moment Dean just stared at the inside of the box. He lifted lid up to check if there wasn’t anything hanging on the bottom. Gently, he poked the ring, half expecting it to explode or something. The ring, in fact, did not explode. It was a nice ring. It was made out of silver, with a dark green jade stone set in the center. The silver shone brilliantly, and when Dean brought it close to his eyes, he saw a magnificent dragon etched into it, running around the entire ring.
“Wow…For once Uncle Harry gave me something normal, if not expensive.” Dean slipped the ring onto his right middle finger, which fitted perfectly. Dean then proceeded with reading the letter.
Dear Dean,
How are you? You’re in college this year, right? Things are great here in China. I’ve been through various sites and ruins all over, and you wouldn’t believe some of the things the ancient Chinese practiced. I’ve included a ring I found in the package. I’m not entirely sure, but I believe it’s a very good replica of an ancient artifact known as Qin Long’s Ring. It is said that the stone in it’s center is actually a petrified dragon’s eye that was removed by a noble warrior. It is said that the same warrior had also defeated an entire army by himself. Legend has it that whoever can put the ring on will be given something or other, I’m not too sure what it is. The legend is pretty obscure and patchy at best, and some things were lost in the translation as well. I tried putting the ring on for kicks, but my fingers were too big. I had my guides try it on as well, but it was either too big of too small. It’s only a replica anyways, so I thought you might try it on for kicks.
Yours truly,
Uncle Harry.
“He’s a nut alright.” Dean chuckled as he placed the letter down and went to remove the ring. To his surprise, however, the ring refused to budge. Dean tugged and pulled, but the ring stayed flatly where it was. “What the hell?” Dean said as he tried held it up from him to see. The ring was resting comfortably on his finger, and it wasn’t all that tight either. Yet for some unexplained reason, it refused to even wiggle on his finger. Dean was about to reach for some oil when he noticed the time on the clock.
“Shit, I’m gonna be late!” Dean rushed off of his chair and ran to his dresser, pulled on some decent clothing, grabbed his book and ran out the door to his class.
In his English class, Dean couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. For some reason, he felt really energetic. He kept fidgeting and drumming his fingers, trying to vent off some of his energy. While he felt alive and energetic, all the other guys in the room seemed tired and listless. As Dean looked at their faces, he thought that they looked as if they hadn’t slept in days. Dean shook that thought from his mind, blaming it all on midterms. Instead, he focused on taking in the lecture the English professor was giving them. Surprisingly, Dean was able to absorb every word of the lecture, without bothering to take notes. He was able to recall every last detail that was said with great ease. Usually, he had trouble remembering what the professor said 2 seconds ago.
“Must be getting used to his ramblings.” Dean told himself as he packed up his things. He glanced over at some of the guys that had been sitting near him. Some were asleep, others moved drowsily. What struck Dean odd was that it was only the guys who looked drained, while all of the girls were energetic as ever.
Throughout the rest of the day, Dean felt invigorated. He walked around the campus twice, climbed up and down stairs and he was even tempted to run around the track once. As he went around campus, he couldn’t help noticing that several people were yawning as he walked by. More midterm exhaustion. Dean told himself.
Dean spent the rest of the day in the library, studying. After just going over the materials once, he had memorized everything perfectly. Dean figured he was just finally absorbing the materials he had been trying to learn for the past few weeks. Even though he had memorized the material, he studied anyways, just to be on the safe side. After it grew dark, Dean packed up and headed back to his dorm. As Dean walked into his dorm room, he heard Simon give a nice, loud yawn.
“Sup man…” Simon said a little sleepily. He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times at Dean.
“What, you’re tired too?” Dean frowned. Just that same morning Simon had been so full of energy. Even after a full day of class and a few hours of football practice, Simon always had more then enough energy left when he got home. “Did you have a long day or something?”
“I guess.” Simon nodded. “A moment ago I thought I was feeling just fine, but now…” Simon gave another big yawn. He stretched up his arms, his shirt riding up revealing his lower abs and a nice treasure trail before they vanished beneath the shirt again. “I must be more tired then I thought.”
“You and every other guy in school.” Dean muttered to himself.
“Huh?” Simon looked up.
“Nothing.” Dean answered.
“Oh.” Simon looked as if he wanted to inquire further, but lacked the energy to do so. “So what’s with that ring?” He pointed at the ring on Dean’s finger, which he had completely forgotten about.
“Something my Uncle Harry sent me.” Dean replied, trying to pry it of again. “I think it’s a trick ring, because it won’t even budge.”
“Really?” Simon leaned forward and reached out for the ring. The moment he touched it however, he pulled back. “Ouch!” He cried, sticking his finger into his mouth.
“What?” Dean blinked.
“It zapped me!” Simon said, shaking his hand. “That thing zapped me or something!”
“Static?” Dean suggested, but Simon looked doubtful.
“Anyways, I think I’ll hit bed early tonight.” Simon said, getting up and climbing up into his bunk.
“I think I’ll turn in too.” Dean said, even though he didn’t feel a bit tired. An hour later Dean was lying in the dark, listening to Simon’s snores, only they were much louder then before. Dean raised his hand up and observed the ring on his finger. The jade stone had a sort of luster to it that seemed to glow, even in the dark. The silver caught what little light there was and reflected beautifully. As Dean looked at it, the head of the dragon inscribed on the metal seemed to have winked at him.
Suddenly Dean felt his blood rush to his cock. Gasping in surprise, he reached down and grabbed it. His mind was suddenly filled with thoughts and feelings he never had before. Thoughts of walking around, towering over everybody, muscles bulging outwards getting bigger and bigger until, finally, he had the biggest most pleasuring orgasm he had ever had, soaking his boxers and sheets with hot cum before everything went dark.
Chapter 2
Something was crushing him. It was squeezing his body, suffocating him. Dean tried to cry for help, but he couldn’t even make a single sound. His hands reached up and grabbed whatever it was on his chest and tore it off. Instantly, he could breathe again. Slowly, Dean’s mind drifted back into sleep
Dean woke up, half expecting the smells of Simon’s breakfast almost done. Yet instead of the same, mouth warming aromas he was so used to waking up to, instead he smelled….nothing. Puzzled, Dean opened his eyes and sat up. The bright and sunlit, but there was no signs of life at all, save for Simon‘s snoring. Dean was about to get out of bed when he felt a cold draft. His arms went instinctively up to wrap himself when he felt his bare skin under his fingers. Confused, Dean looked down and his mouth dropped open.
His shirt laid in two around him, but that wasn’t the thing that shocked him. He had muscles! His chest stuck out like two slabs of steaks slapped onto what used to be flat. His abs…god, he had ABS! They were cut and defined, each abdominal was shown clearly in his 8 pack. Slowly, he reached down to touch them, only to stare and his arm, and arm that couldn’t possibly belong to him. The hand was huge and covered with light hairs. The hand was connected to a meaty forearm, connected to bulging tennis ball sized biceps and triceps, connecting to his shoulder.
He threw off his bed cover to take a look at what had happened below. His legs now filled his once loose boxer shorts completely, leaving almost no room left. The quads bulged and twitched through the fabric. Dean’s eyes moved down to his calf muscles, which had swelled up as if someone had stuffed rolled up socks under his skin. His legs, which used to be skinny and hairless, were now like a bodybuilders, covered with a coat of soft, black hairs. But the most eye popper of them all was his dick. It’s outline bulged through the fabric, far larger then what he had. Not bothering to wait, he ripped off his boxers and gawked at what he saw. What was once 3 inches flaccid had become 6 inches, soft! His balls laid heavily at the base, the size of small lemons, nestled in a forest of black hairs.
Dean smacked his cheeks several times, trying to wake himself up. He pinched his arm, only to find that there was not a bit of his usual flab on it. In fact, it looked as if there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere!
“This is a dream.” Dean said to himself, covering his face with his large hands. “This is all just some big, freaky dream. When I wake up, I’ll be my normal skinny self, wearing my normal clothes, and perfectly, absolutely normal…” Slowly, Dean moved his hands from his face. The body that didn’t belong was still there, attached to his head. Just to make sure, Dean poked several of his muscles to determine that they were indeed real.
“SIMON!” Dean yelled jumping out of bed as he climbed up to the top bunk. “Simon, wake up!”
“Go away….” Simon said sleepily, turning away from Dean and pulling the covers over is head.
“I said WAKE UP DAMMIT!” Dean threw off the covers on Simon and grabbed his arm. A spark flashed between Dean’s ring and Simon’s arm. Simon bolted upright, giving a cry of pain and surprise.
“OWW WHAT THE FUCK!?” Simon looked at Dean with a wild look on his face. “That’s the second time that stupid ring shocked me, mother fu-” Simon stopped yelling as he got a full look of Dean. His eyes traveled from Dean’s face, down the bulging neck, ripped pecs, chisled abs and then lower. “Dean….you know you’re naked, right?”
Dean nearly fell down from the sheer stupidity of the remark. “That’s not the point you should be making!”
“I know, I know.” Simon said, giving a big yawn. “You sprouted muscles overnight, it’s weird, I get that.” The combined expression on Simon’s face with the tone of voice made the whole thing was just natural and boring.
“Simon…” Dean tried to say as calmly as possible without grabbing him. “I know you’re easy going and all, but this is serious now wake up dammit!”
Simon blinked, as if coming out of a trance. He gave another look at Dean, and pinched himself. “Whoa…so this isn’t some sort of a dream?”
“Hello? Are you high or something?” As Dean said this he realized how foolish is was to say that, since Simon absolutely hated drugs.
“I just feel…so…tired.” Simon said a little wearily. “Ever since last night, I’ve felt like the life was sucked out of me or something.”
“Ever since…” Dean looked at the ring on his hand. Everyone around HAD looked like they had the life sucked out of them. What if all that energy was transferred into Dean? It would explain his seemingly endless energy yesterday. Perhaps the same went for the ring as well? “Simon, can you weigh yourself right now?”
“Why? It’s the same as it is last week.” Simon gave Dean a weary look.
“Just do it.” Dean insisted. “Please? For me?”
“Sure, I guess.” Simon said drowsily. He jumped off of the bed and pulled out the scales. When he stepped on, the numbers flashed 227. “Weird…I lost 10 pounds in one week.”
Dean’s heart froze. Could it be that Dean had stolen muscle mass from Simon? After all, Dean was lying right below Simon all night, so the ring could’ve been sucking the muscle right out of him for all those hours. If the ring kept it up, how long will it take before Simon became a 90 pound weakling? And what about other people? What would they do when they notice themselves losing weight, while Dean was miraculously packing on muscle? In a panic, Dean rushed to his dresser, pulled out the drawers, and started to pack.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Simon asked, raising one eyebrow at the growing pile of clothes.
“I’m getting out of here.” Dean said simply. His heart was pounding quickly. He couldn’t let this happen to Simon, of all people. But where was he to go? There was no way Dean could get away from people entirely, unless he lived as a hermit in some forest or mountains. Yes, the mountains, a nice, secluded place, where there will be no one for him to steal from.
“Dean…stop being so silly.” Simon took the suitcase and dumped it’s contents out. “I’m not letting you run out of here.”
“ARE YOU MAD?” dean yelled at the top of his lungs. “THIS RING IS SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF YOU! IF I STAY, YOU’LL PROBRABLY END UP DEAD IN A WEEK! AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO DAMN CALM?”
Simon shrugged. “I don’t know why, but this all seems natural to me.”
“WHAT PART OF THIS IS NATURAL?” Dean grabbed his chest, squeezing them.
“I don’t see why you’re so upset.” Simon said calmly. “Usually, people would die for a body like that.”
“That’s not the point!” Dean slammed his fist on the bed. “I…you…We…”
“Ah…I see.” Simon reached up and gently touched Dean on the cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid of what’ll happen to me. I’ll just lift weights until I get back what I lost. We’ll figure out a way to get that ring off, promise.”
“Si-Simon…” For some reason, Dean’s knees trembled. Even though the whole situation was crazy, somehow Simon made perfect sense. “All…Alright.” He said as he sat down heavily on his bed. “I…I’ll ask Uncle Harry or…or something.”
“You’re Uncle’s halfway around the country, dude.” Simon pointed out. “How are you going to reach him? I’ve known you long enough to know that that man is harder to reach then the moon.”
“Then what are we going to do?” Dean asked, looking up.
“We ask an expert.”
Chapter 3
“Fascinating.” A geeky looking professor lifted Dean’s hand closer to his face, his eyes focused entirely on the ring.
Later that morning, Simon lead Dean over to one of the lesser known college buildings. In fact, Dean didn’t even know that the buildings even existed. They were tucked far to the back of the campus, and was hidden behind a small forest of trees. After they had walked past the trees, they came to a small, flat two story building covered with ivy, weeds, and all sorts of garbage. It was funny, because the college prided themselves by keeping it neat and clean.
Inside, it was dark and damp, and was cluttered with boxes and various junk. Moving around the trash as if it was normal, Simon lead Dean to the last door of the long hall. Inside was even more cluttered then the outside, filled with ceramic statues, steel plates, stacks of books and many other odds and ends. There was a large pile of fallen paper and objects on the ground…with a leg sticking out from under it.
So that was how Dean met Professor Perry, the archeology buff. Apparently, he was trying to reach a reference book on the top of one of his many piles of books and paper when it fell over on top of him. It had taken ten minutes to move and dig the professor out from under the pile.
Professor Perry was a small, mousy type of man. He had unkempt dark hair, a small button nose where a pair of spectacles sat precariously, an extremely dull brown suit and white gloves on his hands.
“This is, I believe, a very accurate replica of an obscure Han Dynasty artifact, the Shen Long Ring.” Perry’s eye’s danced as he moved Dean’s hand at various uncomfortable angles. “The design on this ring is quite exquisite, from the tiniest scale to the tip of the tail, probably using some sort of ancient tool to etch in the…”
“Where did you find this nut?” Dean turned his head and whispered to Simon. Perry was too busy speaking to notice.
Simon shrugged. “I caught him just as he was about to fall down a flight of stairs. I offered to carry some of the things he was carrying to his place, and ever since then I visit from time to time to make sure he doesn’t get buried alive under his work.”
“You mean like just now?”
“Sometimes even worse.” Simon yawned.
Dean said nothing for a few minutes, trying to listen to Perry’s non stop ramblings. “Why isn’t he getting drowsy like you?”
“Maybe he has a lot of energy to spare.” Simon shrugged again. “In fact, he doesn’t seem so energetic today.”
“…and yet it is not made out of silver, but of some sort of metal that I do not recall that would require and expert’s examination or lab testing in order to verify it’s identity. My boy, where did you obtain this?”
“Er…” Dean shifted his attention back to Perry. “My, uh, uncle sent it to me. From China.”
“Yes yes, but I wish to know details, my boy!” He took Dean by the shoulders and apparently tried to shake him, but with Dean’s new muscles and strength, he couldn’t make him budge. After that failed, he let go.
“I don’t know.” He responded, looking at the small professor warily. “And how come you’re not drowsy?’
“What what?” The professor looked between Dean and Simon, changing between the two every second.
“The ring.” Simon explained with a half yawn. “It makes people drowsy.”
“Among other things.” Dean added quickly, before Simon could mention the fact that it caused him to sprout muscles overnight. He didn’t quite trust the eccentric man just yet, even though Simon seemed perfectly fine with him.
“It…makes you drowsy.” Perry said. It didn’t sound like a question. He looked intensely at the dragon’s red eyes, as if expecting them to blink.
“Er, yeah.” Dean said uncomfortably.
“My boy…” Perry laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I…don’t know how to say this, but…that ring could be THE genuine Shen Long ring!”
All three stood there in the room, quietly. Dean counted 7,8,9 heartbeats until he said, “So…?”
“SO!?” Perry’s eyes bulged. “SO!? YOU HAVE ONE OF THE MOST VALUABLE RELICS ON YOUR FINGER AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS SO!?”
“I don’t care about this Shin Lung whatever it’s called!” Dean backed off, but his face held a frown. “I just want to get it off!”
“We could just call it the dragon ring for short.” Simon said thoughtfully.
“Oh that’s easy.” Perry said, calming down in a heartbeat and ignoring Simon’s comment. “It is clearly stated in paragraph 2 of page 74 of Ritalin’s Obscure Eastern Myths that there is a simple way of removing the ring from it’s bearer.”
“And what’s that?” Dean said impatiently.
“This.” Perry stood up straight, cleared his throat, then spit squarely on the ring, as well as the hand it was on.
“Ew what the fuck are you doing!?” Dean cried, but even s he did the ring slid off his finger and fell onto the ground.
“There, nothing to it!” Perry said cheerfully, reaching down and picking it up. He pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping the ring clean. “Now, I’ll just deposit this in a safe place for you, and perhaps I’ll show it to the committee, so I can…” He voice disappeared as he walked away into a side room, leaving Dean and Simon alone.
“…Gross.” Dean grabbed some paper from the top of a stack, which reached about waist high and began wiping the spit from his hand. “That bastard actually spit on me!”
“At least he got the ring off.” Simon pointed out positively. “That makes up for what he did.”
“He could’ve warned me!” Dean grimaced, shaking his hand as if it was still covered in saliva. “Or at least let me do it myself.”
“As long as it worked, who cares?” Simon peeked over some of the objects laying around the room, occasionally touching and poking them.
“I do.” Dean muttered, but low enough so Simon couldn’t hear. He shook his head and looked around the room more closely. In the far corner of the room, there was what might have been a desk, but it was loaded with stacks of paper and piles of artifacts. Similar stacks and piles were scattered across the room, and even the floor they were standing on was entirely covered with paper, the flooring hidden beneath the scattered pages.
“Hey, check this out.” Dean snapped his attention back to Simon just as he pulled out a red and gold belt.
“What are you doing?” Dean said, walking up to his friend. On a closer look, he saw that the belt was two inches wide and looked as if it was gold plated. The buckle, which was about the same size as his palm. It was gold and red, with several rubies encased into it.
“This thing caught my eye, so I thought I’d take a closer look at it.” Dean held it out.
Something about the belt interested Dean. “Here, let me see if it’ll fit me.” Dean took the belt from Simon and wrapped it around the waist. It was a kind of belt that snapped at the buckle, so it was impossible to adjust it when it fell off of his waist and fell to the ground.
“It looks a bit big for you.” Simon chuckled, reached down and picking up the belt. “Though…it looks like it might fit me though” Before Dean could say anything, Simon wrapped the belt around his waist and snapped it on.
The moment the belt snapped on, Simon was suddenly completely swallowed up by a gold flame. Before Dean could do anything, the flames completely died out, revealing…a golden god.
At least, it HAD to be a god. The man’s face was impossibly young, yet more mature then anything Dean had ever seen. He had long, flowing golden hair which extended all the way to his knees, and a rich, golden tan that radiated with a kind of glow, despite the scant sunlight from the window. His eyes burned a fiery red, yet instead of anger or rage, they showed a kindness deeper then possible. His chin had a square, masculine touch, with just a bit of hair on them to increase his masculinity. Yet what really caught Dean’s eye was the man’s body.
The man was huge! He stood almost 8 feet tall, and his entirely encased with muscle. The man’s neck was about as thick as Dean’s own thigh, rippling and connecting the seemingly small head to the gargantuan body. The man’s shoulders were impossibly broad, appearing as if a teenager can easily lie down on top of those rippling deltoids, which stuck out like bowling balls from under the skin. His arms were frightening, long and thicker then any man, possibly 30, no 40 inches around, with a very thick long vein streaking across the massive muscle.
The man’s torso was absolutely breathtaking. His pecs stuck out like two oversized watermelons, stretching his silver dollar size nipples out, forcing them to point downwards and possibly even a bit back towards the body. They were pulsing and dripping with sweat, appearing as if they would burst from the skin from the slightest contact. His lats spread thick and wide, and despite the ripped and chiseled trim ten-pack, Dean doubted he could completely hug around the body and expect to have his hands touch each other.
Last but not least was the man’s lower body. The man’s quads were at least as thick as a tree trunk, an not as a figure or speech. The rippled and twitched from the slightest shift in weight, looking perfectly able to sustain the body it held up. The calves were similar, looking as if someone had stuck two party balloons under the skin and blew them up as big as they could. The legs ended with a pair of gigantic feet, possibly fitting size 18 sneakers if there were any. Simon’s eyes drifted back up to the man’s midsection, where the belt shone brightly on top of a bulging leather loincloth.
“My goodness, what happened!?”
Perry had returned, his mouth agape at the sight of the man.
“I…I’m not sure, professor.” The man said, his voice sending shivers down Dean’s spine. It was impossibly deep and rich, and it made goose bumps on the arms of both men. “I was trying on the belt, then all of a sudden-”
“Wait, Simon!?” Simon’s jaw dropped. “Simon, is that you?”
“Of course it’s us.” Simon responded, not noticing he had said ‘us’ instead of ‘me.’ “Who did you expect, Bill Gates?”
“Bill Gates is a twig compared to you.” Dean said, his body shaking a bit. He turned to Perry for an explanation. “What happened to him?”
Perry was staring at the golden belt Simon was wearing. “You…you’re wearing the Sun Belt.” He trembled more then Dean, but his voice was still strong. “Astonishing….absolutely-”
“We know, we know.” Dean said impatiently. “What’s the Sun Belt?”
“It…” Perry paused to mop his face with a handkerchief. “It was supposedly an artifact of immense power, made for Apollo, the god of the sun. It was said to hold the power of the sun itself inside it. B-but n-n-n-o one has ever- I mean, this is- this, he, it’s-”
“Impossible, we know.” Dean snapped. “Just how do we get it off?”
“Hey, who said we wanted to get it off?” Simon cut in. Both Dean and Perry flinched visibly as his muscles bunched up, radiating a sort of heat that suddenly grew a bit hotter.
“It’s just t-that people will n-n-notice you’ve changed,” Dean sweated nervously. “A-and we don’t want to cause trouble, d-do we?”
“A-and the b-b-belt will w-wear off at s-s-s-sun down.” Perry looked as if he was about to faint, but held onto Dean to keep him standing. “S-so once you turn to….normal, you’ll be, er, v-vulnerable.”
Simon considered it carefully. “There’s truth to what you say. Very well, we’ll retire for now, and enjoy our time here on earth.” Without waiting, Simon turned around and began walking away. The ground shuddered slightly from every step he took, his calves and quads bulging as he powerfully walked out of the room, exiting sideways through the small door, as he was too broad to fit otherwise. Still, his mighty chest touched the edge of the doorframe, breaking off a fist sized chunk as he effortlessly moved into the hallway.
The moment the shuddering in the ground faded away, Dean turned to Perry, grabbed him by the front of his suit and shook him. “What the hell is going on with him!? Why is he acting like a completely different person!?”
Perry paled even more, if that was even possible. “I-it says vaguely in Rodwel’s Collection of Minor Grecian Mythology that Apollo placed a sort of a piece of his, er, mind into the belt.”
Dean stared at Perry. “Are you saying….that Simon is being controlled by Apollo!?”
“More like it’s semblance.” Perry said more confidently. “It’s a part of his mind and personality, though not exactly part of a whole. My theory is that Apollo created a whole new soul and placed it into the belt, to think and act according to how he wanted to, similar to uploading a program to a computer. B-but what scares me is that Apollo could have, just possibly, placed his, um, ego into it.”
“Oh fuck.” Dean swore, letting go of Perry and running after Simon. “You find something, anything that might help. I’ll keep him from causing too much trouble.”
Without waiting for an answer, he exited the room, rushed down the hallway and out into the open. It only took Dean a half a second to spot Simon, flexing an arm for a group of stunned girls who were visibly drooling at both the massive peak and the considerable bulge behind the loincloth.
“Simon!”
The Greek god paused in mid flex to turn around and look at Dean, who was running up to him.
“Yes, little one?” He said softly. The girls suddenly shook in pleasure as small wet spots appeared on their pants.
“Er…” Dean hesitated as feeling of lust swarmed through him. He thought quickly, fighting his desire. “C-come with me b-back to the room.” He dared to look up straight into his face, resisting with all of his willpower not to leap up and kiss those perfect full lips…
Simon looked at Dean, his face slightly puzzled. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he suddenly understood something. “Very well then, little one.”
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t think Simon would actually listen, but he did. He had little time to think, however, as Simon began to walk towards home, causing stares and astonished looks as he walked by. Dean had to jog to keep up with the god’s massive strides as they headed across campus, into their dorms, up the stairs and into their room.
As they entered, Dean closed the door and locked it tight, so no one could accidentally walk into anything that might happen. When he turned back around, he found himself face to face with the valley that was between the god’s two giant slabs of pecs.
“Now little one, we will allow you to fulfill your deepest desire.” Simon smiled down at him.
“And wh-what’s that?” Dean backed up into the door, both excited and frightened by this massive man.
Simon smiled broader. “To worship your god.”
To be continued?