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Joel felt the last of his focus crumbling as (at long last) he succeeded in squeezing the car between two others in the supermarket's parking lot. It had taken some titanic effort on his part, but finally the car would no longer be a threat to innocent pedestrians. Joel gasped a sigh of relief, slumping forward and smacking painfully against the steering wheel as his body gave way. The tiger was dripping with sweat, his eyes dilated from the overwhelming muscle-musk emanating from the overdeveloped, oversized, over-muscled sex beast beside him.

Byron had growled in response to Joel slumping onto the steering wheel, and even now the tiger could hear the monster's awesome muscles rumbling powerfully as Byron rose from the bench. The demonic stallion was a massive hulk of muscle whose sheer size was enough to put all the bodybuilders in the world to shame. Joel could see the striated chest muscles on Byron's chest heaving and flexing, almost commanding him to cum as the monster sat up. More attention would have been paid to Byron's ridiculously delicious abdominals and maybe his titanic, overdeveloped arms, but for some reason Joel found himself powerless to resist such a huge, muscular chest.

The attention he was giving Byron's pecs was not lost to the demon. Biceps the size of basketballs began straining mightily as Byron pulled his gargantuan beast of a penis to the side, the iron-hard shaft was throbbing angrily in protest, but Joel couldn't see that. The tiger was completely, utterly mesmerised by Byron's enormous chest muscles, each and every fibre pumped to monstrous proportions thanks to all the red lights they had hit on their way here.

Vaguely Joel registered himself clambering onto his bestial, testosterone laden slave, forcing the monster back onto the weight bench with a simple push of his tiny paw. Byron was speaking now, his strong lips and long tongue were curling and flicking as he articulated words no doubt carefully chosen to excite Joel beyond his limits. Only the poor tiger heard none of it, some circuit somewhere had shorted out as his brain fought to stay sane.

Joel couldn't even hear himself speak! It was as though his brain was swimming through some drug-induced euphoria, no thanks to the herculean muscle monster baring his nakedness to him in all his vulgar glory. Joel advanced, drool dripping from his open maw as he crawled across the expansive mass of his slave's heavily muscled, incredibly sweaty, and immensely hairy upper body.

His hands were first, sliding across every fibrous muscle, every striated mound of flesh, and every oversexed inch of Byron's body until they reached his heaving pectorals. Joel felt himself stretching too far forward to stay balanced, his body slumping against the demon's testosterone-laden body as the monster executed the careful removal of his master's clothes. Soon enough, Joel could feel his naked rump caressing Byron's monstrous pillar. The veiny hardness of his shaft was causing his own cock to spew like a leaky faucet, and Joel found himself dragging his wanting body forward, deliberately grinding himself against every inch of Byron's muscles until he reached his grand prize.

Fuck. The demon's heaving chest muscles were even bigger this close. So fucking developed, so goddamned PUMPED and so frigging hairy it was a wonder his nipples could throb so erotically. Joel didn't even know if that last sentence made sense anymore, all he could see now were Byron's fucking massive chest muscles, each and every inch of it calling for his undivided attention.

And so, Joel pounced, grabbing the massive slabs of meat with his paws and thrusting his swollen cock between the heaving masses. Byron responded in kind, the stallion moaning suggestively as he began massaging his master's cock, his demonic tongue rolling out of his mouth at the unnatural pleasure his master's excitement was causing him. On and on Joel continued to thrust, grinding his newly-enlarged cock between the hugest, most muscular pecs the world had ever seen. Byron was responding expertly in kind, grinding his chest muscles against the intruding penis like two slabs of independently managed sex mountains.

When one pectoral bulged, another would relax, their hairy masses fondling and caressing and flexing against Joel's cock until all the tiger could do was wail. Byron was flexing his chest muscles so hard against each other it was engulfing Joel's cock in a rippling tunnel of heaving, iron-hard musculature.

Joel fell forward, his orgasm breaking through his resistance before he even knew what was going on, more cum that he had ever creamed in his life exploding between Byron's monstrous chest, splattering so powerfully even the hairy barrier of pubic fur did nothing to prevent Joel's spunk from reaching Byron's chin. The tiger was in sheer bliss, his hips bucking and jerking time and time again as jets upon jets of protein-rich cum was launched from his cock, so great was the sensation Joel didn't even realise he was falling backward until Byron reached up to catch him.

Something happened, something that Joel could only register as a blur of powerful muscles bulging hotly against him and suddenly his face was against Byron's spunk soaked chest. The hairy fuzz was dripping with his cum, the scent of his own juices overpowering his senses as Joel struggled to stay conscious. Almost automatically Joel found one of Byron's deliciously erect nipples, his lips clamping onto the juicy neat and suckling hungrily.

"Is Master Joel... satisfied?"

Byron's voice was stronger than Joel remembered, rumbling within his brawny chest and piercing through Joel's sexual haze. The rock solid mass of muscle began to shift, grizzled fuzz teasing the edges of his face as Byron sat up, again without the help of his arms. Joel found himself trembling with barely contained squeals as Byron's overdeveloped abdominal wall crunched and flexed, the hairy masses burning with such immense power from as Joel continued to suck.

"Well, I'll take that as a yes."

***

Byron let himself fall against the sweat-slicked weight bench, the magically-reinforced steel protesting slightly under his immense weight. Joey had ordered him to stay put while he ran some errands, something about replenishing dwindling supplies for his bunk or something. Byron wasn't totally sure, but every second of solitude spent without his little master was poison. That fluffy little thing hadn't been gone for two minutes and already Byron was missing the tiger's warmth against his own.

Byron glanced over his hulking pectorals, eyes locked onto the monstrous, almost freakishly massive penis swelling off his muscled crotch. He had not mentioned it to Joel while the tiger was driving, but the meagre handful times Joel 'changed gears' had pushed the demon to his limits. The only reason Byron hadn't flooded the entire vehicle midway was simply because Joel did not want to. A branded demon could not orgasm freely without his master's permission of course, even if the master hadn't yet realised the extent of his own power.

Still... that was not going to stop him from enjoying himself while he waited.

An enormous hand wrapped around his throbbing love log, calloused fingertips sending waves of pleasure shooting through every fibre of his monstrous prick as Byron began the first of many rhythmic strokes. Joel had not jerked him to orgasm, but the overwhelming arousal the tiger had left behind was more than enough for Byron to work with. The demon pushed one hand slowly up the length of his veiny shaft, the other reaching for his nipples and pinching it sensually, twisting and pulling it as he fantasied about his little master.

The list of things Byron wanted Joel to force upon him was nearly endless, the mere thought of Joel fucking him senseless was enough to send cum production off the charts. His heaving testicles were swelling and churning with seed, the bulk of it spewing from his swollen cockhead and dribbling down the length of his mighty cock. Byron knew he was in some desperate need of relief and that making out with his cock was only going to make things worse, only the demon also knew he didn't really care about that.

Byron released his cock and twisted his fingers around both nipples, immersing himself in the sensual sensations flooding his awesome muscles. The demonic stallion repositioned himself slightly and began flexing his inner penile muscles, causing the length of his monster to lean toward him, the enormous mushroom head throbbing audibly as it came face to face with its master. Byron smiled at it, satisfied at the size of his leaking endowment. It wasn't every day you found penises this huge in Hell, let alone someone who could cum as much as he.

Stretching his mouth as wide as he could, Byron clamped down onto his oversized cockhead, relaxing his jaws in a bid to squeeze as much of it down his throat as he could. The scent of his own cum was almost intoxicating, dribbling into his mouth and down into his gut as he forced more and more of his love muscle down his throat. Byron's long tongue automatically wriggled to his gaping cum slit, teasing and licking at it before plunging down the into the cum filled urethra and adding to the overwhelming sensations wracking his sex-deprived muscles.

Byron moaned as much as he was able, closing his eyes as he initiated the first suck, his entire body jerking with pleasure as he began worshiping his herculean tower. Meaty paws drifted to his impressive length, resuming his pleasure-inducing strokes as he serviced the meat in his mouth. Byron didn't bother monitoring the time he spent sucking himself off, his brain having shut down to make way for more primal urges. All he wanted was pleasure, sexual gratification of the highest level and this was the closest he was going to get until his little master's return.

***

Joel nearly dropped his bag when he popped open the door to the passenger's seat. Byron was still there alright. The monstrously muscled horse was still on the bench, stark naked and exuding an aura of pure sex. It was all Joel could do to throw himself into the vehicle's magical interior, slamming the door shut behind him as his cock sprang to full mast.

Byron was on the bench, exactly where Joel had left him. His monstrous muscles were pumped beyond belief from the workout he was giving himself, his cock so swollen the shaft was a deep shade of red from arousal. Even as Byron tilted his head to acknowledge him Joel felt his knees giving way, his body quaking with excitement at the sight of his muscular servant sucking himself off without even having to tilt his head forward.

A massive paw reached out for him, meaning to take his hand, but Joel soon found his palms flying past it, attracted to the demon's basketball sized bicep like a paper clip to a magnet. Joel couldn't think, he could barely breath, even as Byron began flexing his arm for him he could feel his newest orgasm surging to freedom.

Somehow, the struggle to remove his pants landed him atop Byron's monstrous cock. Joel, whose clothes now lay in tatters between Byron's fingers, fell forward as his cock exploded across the demon's testosterone laden muscles, mixing in with Byron's furry pubes as Joel screamed and wailed. It was unbelievable, arousing beyond belief, the sight of Byron beneath him so much more than he could take! Joel wanted his mega-muscled super-beast to cum. He wanted to see Byron's cock expanding magnificently as his orgasm rode to the surface. This hulking monster was going to cum for him, and he was going to cum right now!

Almost on cue, Byron's entire body was wracked with a wave of sheer bliss that caused his muscles to jerk. Joel felt his eyes widening at the look on the monster's face before an enormous, grotesque bulge swelled off the base of his freakish cock, shooting across the underside of Byron's shaft as an explosion of cum erupted within the demon's mouth. Byron's muffled screams all but filled the interior of the Joel's car, great bursts of spunk gushing from his overstuffed maw as more and more cum surged from his swollen testicles.

Joel was upon him then, furry hands ruthlessly pumping Byron's throbbing monster for all it was worth, the resulting waves of erotic bliss churning out more cum than Joel could possibly imagine. He could feel each wave of cum surging through Byron's urethra, torrents and torrents of it bulging against his ass as they fuelled his eruption of sexual juices. The demon in question had already painted his face white, struggling against the deluge of muscle milk that refused to stop. He was clearly enjoying himself, and somehow Joel knew the demon wasn't going to choke on his own spunk anytime soon.

And so Byron's little master refused to stop pleasuring the helpless muscle beast until his orgasm finally reduced to a trickle. Exhaustion finally catching up, Joel let himself fall forward, slumping against Byron's hairy chest muscles as the demon dislodged his cock from his mouth. Every inch of the stallion's upper torso was drenched in cum, thick viscous cum that stank of testosterone and burnt entire pathways into the very cores of his brain.

Joel sighed happily as his body sank into post eruption bliss.

Today was going to be a great day.

***

"I really enjoyed myself, Master Joel."

"You were fucking amazing, Byron. There's nothing else for me to say."

"Aren't you going to compliment the muscled hardness of my pecs, Master Joel? I can tell you're a chest man, and nothing pleases a chest man more than a pair of overdeveloped, over-muscled, ripped-to-shreds pectoral muscles. Trust me, I would know."

"Byron let's not go there, please. If you take off your shirt I swear I am going to pass out from the lack of oxygen in my brain."

"That sounds fun, rest assured though I will take the time to pump myself up so massively you'll re-faint the moment you wake up."

Joel giggled, nuzzling the cavernous muscle-cleavage between Byron's humongous pectoral muscles. They were back in his room now, freshly showered and having the time of their lives. Or rather, Joel was having a ball, for despite the brand new shirt covering Byron's hulking musculature Joel could still feel the manly pubic fuzz that all but doubled the sexual appeal of the monster's monstrous chest. The rest of the horse had been forcefully squeezed into a fresh pair of (somewhat scandalous) cotton underwear. The latter garment had been the biggest Joel could find and even then it fitted tightly around Byron's ample package, the rest of the material trapped between his glorious, rippling butt muscles.

"I actually think I might enjoy that, but not right now, and that's an order."

"Ooh an order! Have I mentioned my love for bending to authority yet? I'm still waiting for you to_order_ me to bend over."

"That's another thing I can't understand, I've always thought big bottoms only existed in stories and online fantasies. And yet here you are, four hundred pounds of muscles just begging for me to fuck you. Why?"

"You've been reading up too much of mortal literature, Master Joel. I come from a society that revolves around brutal and often mindless power-sex, simply because to us, the orgasm is the greatest sensation in all of creation. Though I'm willing to admit I've always secretly loved being dominated, both physically and sexually, by somebody smaller than me. I guess I'm just weird."

Byron ended his explanation with a huge, toothy grin. The bulging muscles across his broad shoulders began shifting seductively, caressing powerfully against Joel's soft body as the tiger wriggled out of the demon's embrace. It had taken him a while to realise it, but he had spent the last few hours walking about with a strange, newfound confidence. Joel still didn't know what to make of it nor did he know how long it was going to last, but he did feel a little better about himself, so that was good enough for him.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Byron."

"You could always plough me senseless, I'm sure you would love to watch me mangle this flimsy little bed of yours while I scream and beg you for more."

"I... don't think that's such a good idea."

"I'm sure it'll be tons of fun, Master Joel. Besides, you could always sleep on top of me, I'm sure I'm massive enough to accommodate all of you, and then some."

"That sounds thrilling, Byron. Except there's no way I'm going to fall asleep with you beneath me like that, I'll probably be up all night getting excited at you."

"Then I suppose I'll just have to exhaust you like I did yesterday, you slept just fine then."

"Please don't do that Byron, I don't think I'll be able to explain to the school the state we might leave this room."

"Aw, I'm sure they won't mind if I mangle your bedframe with all my manly strength."

"They definitely would, Byron."

"Can I mangle your bedframe with all my manly strength anyway?"

"No."

"Please?"

"You're not mangling anything here, Byron!"

"But then what are we going to do for the rest of today? I don't think you'll just be content watching me lounge about your room in these awfully tight... garments."

Joel felt the heat rushing to his face at that last comment. It was true though, the tiger did feel like spending the rest of the day ogling at the sexy muscle-hunk sharing his bed, even if Byron was going to keep his clothes on the entire time. There was just something about the hulking sex god's clothes threatening to burst off his enormous muscles that teased him to no end. Joel swallowed slowly, his wild imaginings dangerously close to overpowering his (somewhat) lawful stance.

Byron, who had rolled onto his broad back and stretched out till his clawed feet dangled off the edge of Joel's bed, was quick to notice his master's blushing features. The demon's huge grin seemed to broaden even further.

"Ooh, does Master Joel_want_ his hulking muscle-servant to spend the rest of this day teasing him senseless?"

"Well..." Joel croaked, his throat rapidly drying up under Byron's gaze, "I... I wouldn't mind..."

"You best be careful with your needs and wants, Master Joel," Byron rumbled, his long tongue wetting his lips as he spoke, "You're making things extremely difficult for me, I swear if these new undies explode because I grow too excited..."

Joel let his eyes rolled toward Byron's crotch, where the stallion's monster of a penis lay contained within a fabric prison that left little to the imagination. There was a growing stain spreading from where his cockhead was visibly throbbing, the demon's scent so strong Joel could smell his pre-cum from here.

"...unless of course, Master Joel prefers to see his slave's muscle cock in all its rigid glory."

"Good grief Byron, how do you do it?"

"How do I do what, Master Joel?" purred the muscular demon, his devious expression turning into one of feigned ignorance. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh you know what I'm asking, Byron."

"It's not hard when you're as huge and as muscled as I am, Master Joel," giggled the monstrous Byron, "but since we're on the topic, are you sure you don't want a bigger cock? I have sincere doubts twelve inches is enough to satisfy someone as deserving as you."

"Byron, twelve inches is enormous already!"

"But you were having the time of your life playing with my cock, Master Joel. It's thirty-six inches long and thicker than your fucking leg, and yet I still sense you wished it... bigger."

Byron sat up, without the help of his arms as usual, his powerful body leaning dangerously close to the furiously blushing Joel.

"So how about it, Master Joel?" whispered Byron, his thick arms wrapping lovingly around Joel's slender waist and pulling him close, "Let me... enhance some of your... attributes, I'm sure you'll enjoy it even more than me."

"W-What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I was thinking I could make you bigger. You know... enough muscle and cock for you to fuck me into submission whenever I... misbehave."

Joel glowered at Byron's unnaturally perfect grin, where the light reflecting off his fangs seemed brighter than the lights on the ceiling. The prospect of being big, huge even, growing to the size of his mega-muscled brother Joey, was painfully difficult to resist. It seemed almost too simple, all he had to do was tell Byron to make it so, and it was going to happen. Joel swallowed, his brain beginning to buzz with conflicting thoughts and ideals that whizzed through his mind with control abandoned.

"Is Master Joel thinking too much about it again?"

"You've been here two days and already you know me so well."

"Well I think I have a solution to that."

Before Joel could ask, Byron extended a clawed hand and gestured toward the wooden cupboard at the furthest corner of the room. There was a resounding CRACK as chunks of wood began splintering off the sides, as if being ripped off by an unseen hand. The broken pieces were spinning around haphazardly in mid-air, where they remained for several second before swirling around each other as if being thrown into the walls of a cyclone. More snapping sounds filled the room as the pieces of wood joined together, rolling and spinning until a glossy, wooden beer keg was drifting through space toward Byron's outstretched hand.

The keg itself reasonably big, resembling the pony kegs the jocks often used for their drunken frat parties. Only Byron's paw was so big it made the keg look like an oversized mug in his hand. Joel watched him inspect his handiwork before popping open the lid of the keg, revealing the insides to be empty of fluid. Almost immediately Joel realised what Byron was going to do.

"No way."

"Yeah I don't think it's enough, maybe I should have used more wood."

"You're not thinking of collecting your cum in that now are you?"

"I promise I won't destroy any of these new clothes you bought me!"

"That's not what I meant!"

"Oh but it'll be worth it, Master Joel. I'm going to fill this entire thing with enough muscle growth inducing cum to make your wildest dreams come true, and the best part about it is that you can decide how much growth you want, whenever you want! So if you're feeling too small in the middle of the night you can help yourself and then... surprise me in the morning."

Joel stared at his muscle-bound servant, whose cheeky smirk was extending all the way to the sides of his face. He didn't want to admit it just yet, but Byron's idea was brilliant. The stallion had already pulled off his underwear by the time Joel realised what was going on, and was busy struggling to remove his too tight T-shirt. Joel watched him for a while, awed by the sheer size of his bulging muscles. To think he could (potentially) look like that one day, it was enough to get him lightheaded.

"A little help, Master Joel? I think my muscles are too huge."

"What happened to all that demonic flexibility?"

"I don't feel like using it now."

"You just want to flex out of that shirt."

"Aw!" Byron moaned, pouting, "Guilty as charged!"

"Okay fine! Because you're so fucking sexy and because I love your idea, blow that shirt to bits, Byron, your master demands it!"

Joel knew he had chosen the right thing to say the moment he said it. A shudder shot through Byron's enormous body just then, causing a loud moan to slip from his lips. His once flaccid cock began throbbing madly, a foot and a half of limp flesh springing off his crotch and swelling monstrously, engorging itself on blood as it rose to its full thirty-six inch mast.

Byron had failed to hide his surprise, but the naughtiest expression Joel had ever seen quickly bloomed across his demonic features, his fiery eyes blazing with a lustful passion Joel had not seen since the trip to the supermarket.

"I have no idea what you just did to me, Master Joel. But rest assured I am going to give you the hottest muscle show of your life (so far), I am going to flex so fucking hard you won't be able to pass out even if you wanted to."

The heat emanating from Byron's body engulfed Joel as the stallion closed in, his huge muscles bulging and swelling as he raised his arms and flexed, causing every fibre, every sinewy muscle to explode with more power than Joel had ever seen. Byron's shirt, once capable of containing his torso, suddenly lost the ability to do so. The demon's biceps exploded from his sleeves, the fabric shredding away from his muscles like a peeling banana. Joel had thought himself familiar with the sheer size of Byron's arms, but when the stallion began twisting his wrist the shredded mountain began to dance before his very eyes, swelling and bulging and flexing and rolling like molten steel under his thin skin.

"Oh my fuck!"

"You haven't seen anything yet, Master Joel."

Byron growled, wrapping his arms around Joel's head and pressing his biceps unto either sides of his master's face. Joel knew he was ecstatic, his brain shorting out as two veiny mounds of rock hard flesh bulged against his furry cheeks. Byron's chest had appeared before him, the fabric stretched so tightly across his pectoral muscles Joel could feel the stallion's chest hair nuzzling him through the fabric. The demon loosed another growl, this one dripping with enough masculine power get them both sweating. Byron's nipples were fully erect, visibly throbbing with excitement as the stallion began flexing his gargantuan chest muscles.

There was a sudden rip, before a massive tear shot through the middle of Byron's shirt, revealing a mass of jet-black pubic fur that surged through Joel's nostrils as the shredded fabric fell away. The first breath was enough to blind him, a hot gush of testosterone shooting through his system and wrecking his senses. Joel felt his arms automatically reaching around Byron's incredible back, trying and failing to meet each other due to the demon's massive brawn. The tiger dug his fingers into the network of canyons that divided Byron's back muscles, gripping with all his strength as he buried his face between Byron's orgasmic chest muscles.

"Are my fucking muscles turning you on, Master Joel? Don't you love just how fucking massive I feel in your arms? How these bulging mountains are fucking harder than steel and hairier than fuck against your flesh?"

Joel knew he was moaning uncontrollably, turned on beyond belief at his man-servant's muscular body. He could feel the arousal boiling up within his demonic companion. There was a stream of pre-cum dribbling from Byron's swollen cockhead, even as he began flexing and posing for his master Joel could see him twitching occasionally from pent up arousal. Joel smirked to himself, his hands flowing across the landscape of Byron's body until they found the stallion's swollen testicles. Each cantaloupe-sized orb was heavy in his hands, harrier than his chest and throbbing with the weight of potential.

"I can't wait anymore, Byron." Joel managed, his voice muffled from all the delicious, testosterone dripping fuzz against his face, "Do it, fill that entire fucking keg to the brim, I want to watch."

"You have made the right choice, Master Joel. I'm going to arouse you so badly you'll beg me to stop." Byron growled, slowing and sensually releasing Joel from his manly grasp, letting him fall back against the bedside wall.

Byron moved toward the empty keg, his every move calculated for maximum muscular exposure, from the way his chest bulged to the way his ripped gluteal muscles rippled with every step. The demon uncorked the keg's stopper, a stopper than was unusually large for a keg that size. Joel did not need to be told of Byron's intent. The fact the stopper was ringed with what appeared to be rubber only confirmed his suspicions.

The over-muscled demon smirked, turning to face Joel and positioning the keg above the throbbing head of his cock.

"I might have to make a new barrel if my orgasm grows too powerful, Master Joel. I hope you don't mind."

Byron pressed the barrel down, and with a loud moan succeeded in stuffing his cock through the hole. His evil grin splitting his face in two, Byron began to pump, his pre-cum lubricating the shaft of his monstrous cock with each erotic stroke. Joel couldn't help it. Reaching down into his pants the tiger began stroking his own foot-long erection. It had become so sensitive now, so much stronger and a dozen times more powerful, each gentle pump sending a storm of electrical signals crashing through his body and arousing him.

It was as though Byron could sense him. Even though his hellish eyes were closed the demon's sensual pumping was in perfect synchrony to Joel's own. The tiger licked his lips, refusing to turn his gaze from the walking wet dream before him, taking in every inch of Byron's awesome form as he pleasured himself to the very edge of his climax. His large cock throbbing painfully in his hand, Joel gripped himself tightly, and gave his cock one last pump.

"OOOH FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUCCCK!!!!!"

Joel's ecstatic cry was drowned out by Byron's deafening bellow as their orgasms exploded from their throbbing members, Joel's splattering into the insides of his shorts, Byron's erupting into the confines of his wooden sex toy. It was like watching the wet dream to end all wet dreams. The muscles of Byron's body were tensed and flexed, bulging monstrously as his heaving testicles unloaded gallons upon gallons of sex juice into the barrel. Joel could even hear Byron's cum sloshing and splashing as he jerked his monstrous cock into the pony keg, his bellowing moans stopping only when the barrel had been filled to the brim.

"There!" Byron panted, lowering the barrel onto the ground and carefully dislodging his cock, "All done, Master Joel. One pony keg of growth inducing muscle juice, I don't know how much growth this is going to cause, but I guarantee by the time you're done you'll have more muscle in one arm than you currently do in your entire body."

Joel let his tongue roll out of his mouth, panting as he basked in the afterglow of his latest orgasm. Byron winked at him before stoppering the keg and rolling it under their bed. The stallion's mega cock was still rock hard and bigger than ever, throbbing so powerfully it was gaining and losing at least an inch of size with every throb.

"Byron that was hotter than fuck! You are hotter than fuck! Has anyone told you you're sexiest bodybuilder on fucking planet yet?"

"Now watch what you say Master Joel, you don't want to get me too excited. You didn't think you could explain to the school the state of the room should that happen, remember?"

"Fuck them!"

"Ooh, are we having a mass orgy now?"

"Shut up, Byron! Now come here and kiss me!"

And suddenly Byron was upon him, his brawny, hairy muscles bulging against every inch of Joel's body as the demon made love to his face. Hell, Byron didn't even seem tired from that ordeal, his strong tongue easily overpowering Joel's lips as it invaded the tiger's mouth, overwhelming him with the demon's sexual prowess.

Joel could only moan, his arms clinging tightly around Byron's muscular neck as they made love well into the night.

***

"You seem happy today, tired but happy."

"It's nothing Robert. I just had a great weekend. All the jocks were too busy enjoying themselves to bother me."

"That doesn't make sense, bothering us is their idea of enjoyment."

"That's why the weekend was great for me, Robert. I take it wasn't the same for you."

"Oh you know... the usual."

Robert turned away from Joel, affixing his gaze to empty blackboard at the front of the lecture hall. The mousy, brown-haired goat was perhaps Joel's only companion on campus. The tiger didn't want to use the word 'friend', mostly because he was afraid of classifying Robert as one. Their relationship was probably one of convenience, for there was safety in numbers, especially when they were both social outcasts here. It did not help that Robert had an unhealthy interest in the occult and other supernatural areas, something that quickly propelled him into the ranks of unpopularity.

In truth, even Joel thought Robert a little... weird. But then again, losers couldn't be choosers, and Joel was thankful there was at least one person on campus who would not openly shun him.

"I also heard there was going to be a new student today," droned Robert, his gaze a little glassy as he indicated the large, old-fashioned amulet hanging off his neck, "The knowledge came to me during one of my nightly rituals."

"We're smack in the middle of the semester, who would transfer in now?" Joel asked doubtfully. That was one other thing about Robert that most people found creepy, Joel included.

"I don't know. The elder ones would not bequeath that knowledge to me."

"You just heard some gossip this morning didn't you."

"That was just for confirmation, dear Joel, just for confirmation."

Joel bit back an exasperated sigh. He too had heard of this new transfer student. The details were hazy, but the general consensus was that the newcomer was some kind of star athlete, champion of the bodybuilding, weightlifting, and wrestling team, among others. Normally Joel would have cringed at the idea of a muscular jock joining the legions of meatheads who regularly tormented him, but with Byron safely hidden in his room, Joel didn't really think this new guy that much of a threat, if at all.

"Well I heard some of the staff mentioning some kind of jock. Did you hear any of that Joel?"

"Yeah I did."

"And how are you so calm about it? Normally I'm the one who stays calm, you're not even sweating."

"I think I'm learning how to cope with these things, or maybe there's still some residual good mood-ness leftover from the weekend."

"Yeah, I'm thinking the second one. He's in our class you know."

"What!"

"Yep, shares nearly all of our classes."

"How do you know that?"

"I checked."

"You checked? How?"

"I looked at the list, how else would I check? He's been posted to your dormitory as well, so good luck with that."

Joel swallowed. There wasn't a single jock who shared more than two classes with him, most of them taking turns bullying him when the others weren't available. Almost immediately Joel found himself reconsidering his decision about keeping Byron hidden in his bunk. He knew for sure any jock who could be the champion of the bodybuilding, weightlifting_and_ wrestling team would surely be absorbed into the ranks of popularity. And that meant the jocks now had a perfect candidate for tormenting him quite literally everywhere on campus.

"Yeah I think your 'good mood-ness' is wearing off."

The rabble of background noises ceased abruptly just then, signalling the arrival of the professor who would be taking their first lecture. Joel could see the delight in the professor's eyes in place of the usual Monday blues. Why wouldn't he be anything but delighted though? Another star sportsman would definitely do wonders for the schools popularity and their paycheques. Joel pouted, slouching in his chair as the professor greeted the class.

"Well it's good to see the bulk of you are still alive, but I'm going to cut to the chase. I'm sure most of you have heard rumours of a new student joining us today, so I'm pleased to announce that the rumours are true!"

As if on cue, the side door clicked open to make way for the newcomer. Joel had his head on the table by this point, but almost immediately the lecture hall erupted in gasps, followed by a strange sensation which burned along the edges of his ears and neck. The tiger froze, his eyes snapping open with overwhelming realization.

No... No it couldn't! It couldn't!

Joel swallowed, and pushed himself back upright, just in time to see the newcomer shaking hands with the beaming, overexcited lecturer. His hands were trembling beneath the desk. The newcomer was a stallion. A great, BIG stallion. His enormous body was bulging with more muscle than any of the jocks could even dream, swelling off his six foot three inch frame like veritable mountains beneath his too-tight collared shirt. His jeans weren't just awfully tight. They highlighted the horse's muscled buttocks and the enormous, obscene package bulging off the front of his pants. If Joel didn't know better, he would have thought the horse stuffing his underwear.

Except... Joel did know better. The stallion's fur was a rich, chocolate brown. His eyes were a gorgeous emerald green. His flowing, jet-black mane reeked of masculinity and fell casually onto either sides of his chiselled jawline. This stallion had no claws, no fangs, nothing that might betray his true nature save for the knowledge inside Joel's head. This stallion was simply huge, powerfully muscled and bulging with more beef than any eighteen year old had the right to have!

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the newest member of our community! I present to you all the way from the other end of the country..."

"...Byron!"