Devil in the Details -- Hazing

“Are you… Are you sure it’s safe?” Brandon stared at the double doors leading into the old factory. He’d never been to a place like this before. It was far out of town, but close enough that a lot of the college kids knew about it.

“Cause it’s haunted?” Scott mocked, adding a waver to his voice so it sounded more spooky.

“Cut it out,” Zack chided. “But if you’re going to puss the fuck out then you might as well just say so.”

“I’m not! I’m not a pussy!” Brandon said. Though weighing about half of one of the frat guys currently telling him to go into a ‘haunted’ warehouse, he couldn’t make it sound any more intimidating than a mouse.

“Then prove it,” Scott said. He added a small push to Brandon’s back towards the doors.

Brandon swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure what to do. His mind was screaming ‘run away’ but his feet kept getting closer and closer to the old metal doors. He gripped the rusted handle and turned it. A huge gust of wind from the old building nearly knocked him over. He looked back to Scott and Zack for support.

Zack had his arms firmly rested on his chest while Scott waved him on. ‘Go on…’ he mouthed. The smile on his face only made Brandon regret what he was doing even more. He didn’t like the idea of doing what the other guys told him but at the same time it was the only way to get into the frat. Hazing may not have been allowed on campus anymore. That didn’t stop a lot of the frats still participating in some form of it.

It took everything Brandon had to step forward. Each step was still filled with caution as he entered the building. Another foot forward and another step away from safety. He stared into the slightly moonlight building. “Is there… Is there someone else in here?”

The doors slammed shut behind him. Brandon froze. If there was something in there to kill him he’d be dead. A good few seconds passed before he was able to do anything. “Hey...” it was soft and under his breath. The small whisper barely pierced his own ears let alone the metal doors currently closed behind him. He tried again but nothing came out.

“Why hello there,” a friendly voice called out to him. “How are you this evening?”

Brandon’s heart would not slow down. He couldn’t think about anything. Even though nothing was moving, the world was spinning. “S-s-scared,” he muttered out so softly he barely even heard it. The whimper in his voice only plagued his insecurity.

“Scared? What’s there to be scared of?”

“I… I don’t know…” Brandon was finally starting to get a hold of himself. He could still feel the fear but seeing as though they were the only two in the building and there wasn’t anything else there, it seemed a bit silly to be afraid. Unless of course this guy was going to murder him. But it was strange, he didn’t seem to move from the center of the room. There seemed to be a charcoal circle that wrapped around him but other than that, nothing.

“Well, I’m not going to hurt you,” the man smiled.

“Thanks… Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better,” but the color was coming back into Brandon’s face. And he was walking closer and closer to the center of the room. This guy seemed a bit eccentric but not dangerous. His near all black attire didn’t have a speck of dust on it despite the building being covered in it. Well, everywhere other than that circle in the center of the room.

“Well… Do you feel safer with me or those guys out there?”

Brandon cocked a smile. He was still walking closer to the other guy. “I guess you,” he laughed, having to admit that a stranger was somehow more endearing than the people who he was about to spend the next two years with. “But what are you doing out in the middle of nowhere?”

“I’m here to give people something they want. Is there anything you want?”

“Don’t think you can give it to me,” Brandon said. His smile only seemed to broaden at the absurdity of the whole situation. Somehow his fear was completely gone, replaced by a sense of home.

“Oh? Try me.”

The arrogance in the man was endearing. “Alright. I want to be cool like the guys outside. No, scratch that. Cooler than them. I want guys like that to wish they were half as cool as me.”

“It’s done.”

“Wait. What? Bro, what do you mean done?” The ‘bro’ left Brandon’s mouth like it was nothing. He felt so natural saying it and the depth in his voice gave him a certain confidence that any guy he called ‘bro’ would find it friendly. Brandon brought his hand up to his mouth, thinking that it might mean something. “Woah. Shit man. This feels awesome. What the fuck’s going on?”

“Exactly what you wanted.”

“Fuck,” Brandon cursed as he felt the energy flowing through his body. Every muscle inside him seemed to have been burning, yet not a single one hurt. The slow dull pulse from his blood vessels seemed to be making every muscle in his body bigger. It should have terrified him, yet Brandon didn’t want to freak out. He felt calm.

Even as his biceps bulged and triceps grew right behind them, tearing apart his sleeves, all Brandon did was flex. Feeling those hard muscles grow even more. Feeling the power growing right along with it. In his chest, the two flat muscles instantly started pushing out in front of him. They rounded out into perfect pecs with small but perky nipples on them.

His fingers lengthened and thickened to be able to hold onto heavy weights or curl up into a fist if the need be. Brandon ran them over the six blocky abs, down to his thick long cock currently pointed straight forward. He hadn't even noticed the jeans he had been wearing were in shreds around his feet.

It was just like his shirt. All of the fabric was ripped to shreds and lying down at his feet. Even his shoes couldn’t contain the growth, as his toes pushed far out of the front and wiggled in the free air. “Damn,” Brandon said as he threw a couple of punches into the air. It felt so natural. With his size and strength he still had a surprising amount of speed as well. “What can I do to repay you?”

“Bring me more men,” the man said.

“That all?” Brandon laughed. “I gotta couple of suckers outside. But they might not like me like this...”

“Understood.” The man snapped his fingers and instantly clothing started appearing over his body. A slick black form fitting shirt covered his chest and abs. The sleeves would stretch over his massive arms every time he moved. The fabric looked like it was always on the brink of being ripped off of his body. It showed each and every contour of his muscles.

Jeans appeared around his waist going all the way down to his stylish tennis shoes. It would be hard to find jeans that could fit his 30 inch waist and also his thick quads while also having enough room for his junk. The massive tool needed enough room to breath as even if he was soft. A bit of a bulge still formed but not nearly as bad as the one that would run down his leg.

“Perfect,” Brandon smiled as he tipped his head back. He ran his hand through his gelled back hair and headed back to the front door. There was a swagger in his step and confidence flowed through him as he opened up to see Zack and Scott sitting on their car waiting for him. “Sup? You losers really going to make me stay here all night? I’m getting kind of bored.”

A mixture of confusion and admiration filled the two frat boys faces. They recognized that as Brandon but he was so different from how they pictured him. Everything about the man standing in front of them was completely the opposite of what Brandon was.

“What the fuck?!” Scott shouted. He got up and personal, looking over Brandon’s body. “What happened to you?

“Met this guy in there. Real cool dude. Asked me what I wanted and I just said this. Now, look at me. Bet you wish this was you,” Brandon said. There was a bit of a laugh as though he was taunting them. He even added a bit of a flex to show off the defined nature of his muscles. The slight jaw drop in Zack’s normally reserved face was enough for him to know what they were thinking.

“DUDE! Think about how many women we could get if we were just half as hot as him!” Scott shouted. He was practically running in place as the thought cemented deeper into his mind.

“I know,” Zack tried to play it cool. Though, the smirk on his face gave away just how badly he wanted to look like Brandon as well. The way he kept eying up the perfectly sculpted muscles and handsome face. Even if Zack wasn’t gay, he sure as hell wasn’t blind. Girls would be flocking over him at every party from now on. “Let’s go.”

Scott was already at the door and pulled it open. He didn’t care about anything else. Inside there stood the man in almost all black smiling. “Welcome!”

“Dude! This the guy!?” Scott shouted. Brandon nodded, which prompted Scott to start running towards the center of the room. His mind was set. “So,” he stopped right outside the black circle surrounding the guy. Somehow, his instincts were telling him not to take another step closer. He didn’t even realize that he’d done it though. “You made Brandon like that?”

“I did.”

“And you can make me like that?”

“I can,” the man said. “But what are you willing to give me?”

“Fuck… Anything! I’ll give you anything to be able to look like him!”

“Anything? That’s quite a price just to look like Brandon.”

“Dude! It’d be so fucking worth it though! Please make me exactly like Brandon!”

The man smiled. “Deal.”

“SWEET!” Scott pumped his fists into the air. But it didn’t last long as a weird woozy feeling took him over. He tettered and tottered back and forth.

Zack caught him. “You okay bro?”

“I… I don’t know,” Scott fell against his friend. He looked up at the other man feeling a strange feeling washing over him. “Since when did you get so hot?” One of his hands landed on Zack’s chest and groped the muscle.

“What the fuck!?” Zack pushed his friend off him feeling the strange sexual nature in the gesture. But Scott didn’t fall over. Instead he seemed to have fallen into Brandon’s grasp. His hands explored the other man’s body. “Scott. Man… What the fuck?”

Scott didn’t answer. His mind was currently preoccupied with the big man in front of him. And with every second that was passing he seemed to be getting bigger. That’s more because Scott kept getting smaller. His lean muscular frame was losing any of its definition. The muscles dripped away showing off more and more of a boney frame.

“I don’t know,” Scott answered. His focus was solely on Brandon. He couldn’t get the big man next to him out of his mind. “I just feel so good…”

“That’s cause you’re such a good little buddy,” Brandon said.

The smile on his face almost made Scott fall to his knees. His small hands gripped the other man’s shirt as tightly as they could. He felt his pants drop to his feet but didn’t seem to care about it. Nor the fact that he had a raging boner for Brandon. Or how it was constantly shrinking from it’s more average 6 inches down to 4. And then barely even poking out from his body with itty bitty balls underneath them. Yet they were so sensitive to the touch that if Brandon had simply touched them, he would finish.

“What’d you do?” Zack turned his anger towards the man in the center of the room.

“Simply what he asked.”

“Fuck you. That’s not what he asked for.”

“But it is. When he said, ‘I want to be exactly like Brandon’ he instantly pictured that in his mind. Apparently he still thought of Brandon as that,” the man smiled as he pointed towards the small man getting down on his knees and fiddling with the button of Brandon’s jeans. His eyes opened wide as he opened them up and received his prize. Scott was quick to open up his mouth to receive it in all its glory.

“Fuck you! That’s not what he wanted!”

“OH GAWD! This is amazing!” Scott wailed as he pulled the cock out of his mouth. “I’d give anything for you to fuck me! Please!”

Brandon got down on Scott’s level, “Don’t worry buddy, I won’t charge you anything. This time.” The light in Scott’s eyes shined brightly as he flipped himself around and onto all fours. His ass pointed to the sky, already opened up as though he’d taken every cock on the football team before.

Zack felt a strange memory worm it’s way into his mind. He could clearly remember Scott coming to him for the same kind of proposition, begging to be fucked by the big strong quarterback. “Stop it!” Zack screamed into the air. “Change him back!”

“I can’t. He has nothing to give that I want.”

“Change him back.” The threat was obvious. Zack stepped past the black circle on the ground into the man’s area. He was bigger than this guy, most likely stronger. “Now,” he said. His grip tightened around the other man’s collar as he tried to pick him up.

Yet the man didn’t move.

“You… You dare threaten me within my own space?” the man asked. No fear was in his eyes. Only anger. The whites in his eyes turned black while his pupils turned a fiery red.

For the first time in Zack’s life he truly understood fear. The amount of bloodlust and primal rage flowing through the other man made him want to run. But his feet were stuck. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even remove his hands from the other man’s collar.

But the fear quickly dissipated and was replaced by a weird feeling in his brain. An almost massage of very squishy organ. “What’s… What’s going on?” he panted. That strange feeling continued. He started to like it, even though on a conscious level he knew he shouldn’t. Things about himself were changing. He didn’t fully understand it but his thoughts and feelings weren’t the same.

“I’m getting what I want.”

Zack felt his desire to play for the NFL completely dissipate. Instead he wanted to be a coach for college. But at his age, that would be years away before he could do that. He needed to be older. But still physical. If he was coach he had to still look the part, big and brutish opposed to his cut defined muscles he currently had.

But what about his girlfriend? He almost went soft thinking about her. One of the best parts of being a coach for college was all the young virile men who were going through the system. He’d never make them fuck him in the ass, but if they were complaining about how stuck up their girlfriends were being, Coach Maples wouldn’t be afraid to give them an outlet.

“Oh fuck…” Zack panted again. Everything around him felt like it was spinning. He turned around and there was Scott being fucked by Brandon. The big powerful guy gave him something to focus on.

“Don’t worry coach, I’ve got enough for you too,” Brandon smirked.

It was infection as Zack couldn’t help but do it as well. Especially as one of his fingers was rounding around his buttcheeks and pressed against his asshole. His smirk turned into a full smile as he pushed a little harder. The sensitive spot just needed something to touch it and Zack instantly went hard. He pressed more in him.

The excitement of having his finger shoved deeply up his own asshole, made it impossible for Zack to realize what was happening to him on the outside. His body was rapidly aging out of the 20’s and far closer to the 40’s. Age lines started covering his face, making him look more gruff or tough, though everyone on the football team knew on the inside he was incredibly sensitive.

He moaned even deeper as he felt his pecs inflate. Two beefy muscles pushed his shirt off of his body, while a muscular gut covered up his abs. As the fabric ripped around his nipples, the simple touch sent a shiver throughout his body. Dark brown hair covered his bloated pecs and belly, running a trail all the way down to his penis.

“Oh Brandon!” Zack cried out shoving a second finger inside, trying to mimic the size of the real thing. Even with his massive hands, it still wasn’t the same, but close enough. His body jerked as cum sprayed out of his dick all over his dark brown hair. It coated the fur and his hand only rubbed it in more. Slowly he started to come out of his haze and he saw Brandon and Scott had already finished. “Sorry,” he grunted, eyes darting to the ground.

He saw the green polo for the school and khaki pants. Neither of the buttons on the shirt could stay closed against his impressive chest. So a bit of his hair was always visible.

“It’s alright coach,” Brandon gave him a hearty slap to the shoulder. “I’m sure in about 10 minutes you’ll be ready again.”

But just the simple touch and Coach Maples could already feel the tingle in his dick starting again. “Let’s go back to my place,” he smiled as they walked back to the car.