Devil of a Deal

I was reading a story late one night on this “Male Transformation” blog that I had been checking out. As I sat there engrossed, I heard the roar of a motorcycle outside. This was normally a pretty quiet neighborhood and bikes were rarely heard here, especially not at midnight, so I went to my window to peer out below.

An eerie light surrounded a lone figure astride a very cool looking machine parked at the curb. The rest of the street was in total darkness just like someone had shone a very bright spotlight in this one place. As my eyes became adjusted to the light I could make out the man. As cool as the bike was, the man was equally as hot dressed in a leather jacket and jeans. He dismounted and started walking towards my front door. I nearly jumped out of my skin when my doorbell rang breaking the silence of the night. Now why would someone like that be coming to my door at this unholy hour?

I debated briefly if I should answer the door or pretend to be asleep. It didn’t take me long to make up my mind when a silky smooth baritone inquired as to whether I was still awake.. I opened the door, only to be struck dumb by the man standing there. He looked better up close than he had getting off his bike, if that was possible. Slightly long brown hair accentuated his dark blue eyes and stubble laden manly face, definitely the stuff fantasies are made of. It was as if someone had reached into my subconscious mind and pulled my conception of the ideal man right out of my head, making him take form in human flesh.

“May I come in?” He was just being polite so why were the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention? I stood to one side and ushered him in as if I was greeting royalty. He helped himself to a seat on the sofa, taking off his jacket and exposing a torso his tight black tee couldn’t hide. An intoxicating aroma permeated the air in the room, making me dizzy as my mind drifted elsewhere, conjuring up images of a beautiful far away garden. I just couldn’t think straight at the moment.

“I can give you the life the likes of which you have only ever dreamt. Take my hand.” That voice was so soothing and smooth, compelling me to do as he wished. Before I was aware of what I was doing I had taken his outstretched hand.

I awoke to find myself lying on the sofa. What a dream that had been. Everything appeared normal as I remembered except… I had this nagging thought in my head that something was different. A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw my chest slowly rising and falling beneath a tight black tee.

As my mind came out of its somnambulistic slumber I realized whoever he had been he had changed more than my body. Reality had been altered to reflect the hunk I now was. On the inside I was still me but to the world I was now thirty one year old Will, with a fortune vast enough to last several lifetimes.

Anyone telling you that how you look doesn’t affect how you behave is lying. I had always been an upright (and some would say rather uptight) man, not indulging in risqué behavior. How easily I was corrupted, quickly descending from my virtuous life to a bacchanalian revelry of leisure and pleasure, unable and unwilling to stop myself. I could have anything and anybody I wanted. I could party until dawn, drinking the night away and never have a hangover. Every morning when I woke up I would look exactly the same, with just the right amount of sexy stubble that I never had to shave. I soon discovered that no matter how much money I spent my bank account always remained at the same figure. How sweet was that? My life was indeed more than I could ever have dreamt and, heaven forbid, I was relishing being the bad boy now, until…

One night about a month after the change I came home from partying, falling onto the bed with all my clothes on and quickly dropping off into an alcohol induced dreamless sleep. When I awoke the next morning I could somehow sense someone in distress. My body involuntarily started to change but into what I had no idea yet. The shifting felt so damned good, so sensual that I was in heaven. I turned to face the nearby mirror, aghast that I didn’t see Will reflected back. I now possessed a body most men would sell their souls to have, clad only in board shorts that showcased my new physique. Mind you this body was great looking with short black hair, a magnificent torso, and muscles everywhere but it wasn’t the one I wanted. Moments later I found myself walking on a beach, deserted except for a lone young man sitting on the rocks. His face dropped in amazement as I approached him.

“I can give you the life the likes of which you have only ever dreamt. In exchange I will collect your soul at the end of thirteen years. Take my hand.” The words simply came out of my mouth of their own volition. My good lord! I had become the fantasy of the young man to whom I was now speaking. Instinctively I knew he would not be able to resist what I was offering him. Who could? I certainly hadn’t been able to refuse. He quickly grabbed for my hand, obviously excited and not thinking about the consequences. I watched as the body I now had seemed to flow through our connected hands, he becoming the man I had been mere seconds before.

I suddenly found myself back at my own house once more, dressed again in my own clothes. I quickly ran to the mirror, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw Will looking back.

“Well done, Will.” I whirled around when an unfamiliar voice spoke behind me. Standing there was the young man I had seen on the beach.

“What are you doing here?” Shock spread across my face. I didn’t know how but I knew it was he who had made me Will, just packaged differently.

“No you aren’t dreaming. Since he wasn’t using his body any longer I borrowed it to talk to you.”

“What did you do to me? Do you want my soul?”

“You’re special Will. One of a kind you might say. You were always such a virtuous person and that was a challenge I couldn’t ignore. I bided my time until I found what you longed for the most and then offered it to you. No I’m not going to take your soul, dear boy. You are going to be my agent, my collector so to speak. I’ve given you the capabilities you need to procure souls for me. You’ve already discovered you can become anyone’s ideal form and that they will be unable to resist the temptation. You’ll quickly learn how to control your abilities and when to use them.”

“You’ve also given me a life of suffering hell on earth for tempting innocents into your devil’s bargain.” I had just damned a man for eternity and the pangs of guilt were eating at me.

“Ironic, isn’t it? There is always a price to pay. You have an eternity of youth, handsome rugged looks, money, and power. Perhaps in time you will learn how to ease your guilt. You have forever to try anyway.”

Malevolent laughter echoed throughout the room as he disappeared. Eternity was a long time to be riddled with remorse. Although…. As Will I was one hot stud with anything I could possibly want and I had gotten such a euphoric high when I shape shifted. Would it be so bad to have this body and life forever?

Would you like to make a deal? I can give you the life the likes of which you have only ever dreamt…