Guest Post: Surston Hall

by Anon

Surston Hall Boys Academy had a knack for football. Rain or shine, night or day, the Surston Blue Devils always blew away the competition. It even had a way of bringing out the "best" in it's students. Matt had applied early action to Surston Hall, and got accepted with a full ride scholarship; showing the highest test scores the school had ever seen. The only problem was this: Surston Hall was all the way in Vermont, and poor Matt was worried about leaving his family all the way in Oklahoma. But there was something about Surston Hall that peaked his attention: their sports teams.

When his plane landed in Burlington, Matt was greeted with a private chauffeur and towncar. It took a staggering 2 hours to get to the campus of Surston Hall, just outside the city of St. Johnsbury. When Matt looked out the window, he was amazed by what he saw.

The school was gigantic. Towers and spires, gables and lawns... It was an incredible sight. There was one foreboding aspect of the school: all the students were hot. It seemed as if every sport on earth had a club, and they were all practicing at once. Sexy soccer guys, football jocks, smokin' basketballers, and hot lax bros littered the grounds around the dorms. When Matt pulled up, a huge sense of isolation set in. Matt wasn't by any means unattractive, but he definitely was not the type of guy that would fit in at Surston Hall. He wore only black, he gauged his ears, dyed his hair... It just was a different lifestyle.

The towncar pulled away and ran off into oblivion, and Matt stood on the sidewalk with his bags, not knowing what to do with himself. Pressing through, he gathered all his strength and checked into the school. Walking into the atrium of the main administrative building was like walking into a different time. Giant gothic arches and wrought iron chandeliers gave the main hall a very ominous air. Behind a small, dimly lit desk was a very old woman typing away at a laptop. She looked up somberly, and asked for Matt's papers. He handed them over to the old woman and waited for her to say "Welcome!" or "Nice to meet you!" But, alas, nothing came. She handed him a blue manila folder, with the school emblem on it, and shoo'ed him away with her hands.

Seanday Shorts: Observe and Report, Pt1

It was a new technology, a tool for undercover work--for norms, those who weren't lucky enough to have a 'talent'.

I'd been working for S.C.A.R.P. for the past six years, one of just a handful of agents plucked from the real world to work for the agency.

My next assignment read like a holiday; no danger, no killing, just observation. But even so, being a professional there was no time to relax.

Flipping through the paperwork I familiarised myself with the assignment. S.C.A.R.P. had developed a process for creating skin-suits. A way to copy someone's physical identity--I chuckled, that would upset the shape-shifters. The skinsuits would give the ability for regular operatives to go under cover, relieving the pressure on the team.

I skimmed over the details but stopped when I noticed the skinsuits flaws: they needed operatives of approximately the same build and they didn't give the wearers any memories or skills of the originals. Although there was a note about a neural link to the originals.

A couple of pages on I found the details for my part. It described a partnership with similar agencies in the Britain who would be testing out the suits, and in return they would share their neural technology.

The senior developer was going out to join the small team already setup, and escorted by a soldier who would act as a nontechnical assistant. This was my first hop, British intelligence had no idea the skills S.C.A.R.P. agents had. I was to use this soldier to get into the country undetected, from there I was to engage one of the British agents testing the suits. The brief explained that the agency wanted accurate feedback from the agent, but reading between the lines I knew they didn't trust the British and just wanted their own man on the inside.

I handed the brief back and followed my handler. "That's your man," he told me pointing at a soldier.

He was at a counter, checking in some gear. He wasn't heavy built, but tall and lean. His shirt suggested a sinewy strength of a swimmer. The profile said he was twenty-four; his name was Seth Stanchik.

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Sam’s Adventure: Old Friends

Read the prior parts: Sam's Adventure: Sam Remodeled & Sam's Adventure: Time Out

The two old friends were sitting in the park talking on old times and watching a group of young college men playing an impromptu game of touch football.

“Remember when we were that young and energetic?” Derek said as he scratched his beard. “No need for glasses, canes, or all these danged pills they have us taking now.”

“Ah, the good old days,” answered Kurt, slightly amused at watching his friend’s big belly bounce as he talked. “Not a care in the world and all the women thought we were hot.”

Both now in their 80s, they had been through much together, growing up as neighbors in a small town, going to school together, off to war after college, and even being each other’s best men for their weddings.

Kurt shed a tear as he thought back on their wives, both long since passed. “Remember when Sarah and Beth played that prank on us in the gymnasium? Sure got us good that time.” They were continuing their reminiscence when suddenly a football came hurtling towards them, barely missing Kurt.

“Are you both okay? That was a close one. For a first stringer my bro can’t throw a ball for shit.” said the young stud that approached them. He had no shirt on, exposing his exquisitely built torso which only made the two men sigh all the more for their lost youth.

“We used to play ball too, one day long ago.” Derek answered. He couldn’t help but notice the sweat trickle down the kid’s chest and impressive abs. Ah to be that young and built again. Kurt started to stand to throw the ball back to the guy but as soon as he did he was besieged by his arthritis and in agony fell to the ground.

“Are you alright sir?” The young guy rushed over to Kurt, visibly concerned and ignoring the ball. “Can I help you?” The young guy offered Kurt his arm as he bent to assist him up.

“I’ll be okay in a minute. Damn joints don’t work as well as they used to.” He grabbed the arm offered, thankful for the help but his pride slightly wounded at showing his helplessness before the guy. Derek and the stud bumped heads as Derek took Kurt’s other arm to help him stand.

“Sorry again. Hope you are okay mister.” The guy waved back at the two men as he hurried back to his game.

Seanday Swaps: Another Secret

Richard finished showering and towelled himself off when he noticed a mobile on the countertop. He recognised it instantly, it was his sons.

He sighed heavily, James was always leaving stuff around but was rarely parted with his mobile. He picked it up and felt a tingle, and then a spasm raced its away up his arm. He dropped the mobile.

Shaking his head, he finally focused on his reflection. A broad grin drew across his face. Gingerly he reached up and touched the thick heavy pecs that hung from his ample frame. His hands traced their way down his torso feeling the tight abs just below the surface. Turning left and right he studied his physique and sniggered as he flexed a bicep.

He cleared his throat and then spoke, "My name is Richard Mason." He laughed again, "This is totally awesome."

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The Boost - Part 2

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Jay escorted his former boss Henry into the health club like a proud tour guide showing a foreign dignitary around the White House. Henry was awestruck -- not by the building, which was a bit run-down and grungy, at least compared to the slick and sanitary big-name chain gym his wife had bought him a membership to a few years ago (and which he visited a handful of times before deciding he was a lost cause). No, what caught Henry's eye was the clientele. He was practically getting whiplash noticing all of the stunningly well-muscled guys circulating around him. The place was hard-body heaven.

Henry only had a single boosted smoothie the day before, a freebie that Jay had given him at the office, and his response was essentially the same as Jay's after his first one. Henry had become incredibly energetic and productive on the job, his instincts keener and reflexes sharper than he had ever experienced. Even colors and sounds seemed more vivid than usual. This was followed by a wave of overwhelming fatigue that set in with a vengeance around suppertime. All afternoon, the rejuvenated Henry had hoped to surprise his wife Diane with an uncharacteristically vigorous night in the sack, powered by his sudden surge of virility, but he was already snoring on the sofa before Vanna lit up a single letter on "Wheel Of Fortune". Diane dutifully dragged her near-comatose hubby into the bedroom and hooked him up to his sleep apnea machine, where he remained deep in slumber until dawn.

So much for romance.

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The Boost - Part 1

Jay's new year's resolution was to get in shape, but it was already late January and he hadn't made much progress. He had always been a spindly beanpole without much interest in sports or working out, and it had never really bothered him much. In fact, he enjoyed having a metabolism that allowed him to eat pretty much any crap he wanted without gaining an ounce.

Despite his sunken chest and scrawny arms, his ex-girlfriend had always insisted that she liked "skinny boys". Then again, she always claimed to to like his reddish-brown hair and pale complexion, right up until the day she dumped him for a tall, blond, tanned surfer who looked like he had just stepped off an Abercrombie bag, only he was in color.

Jay had discovered one problem with taking up exercise in his mid-twenties was that he had never built up much endurance. Even though he made a concerted effort to get up early each morning to come to the health club before work, he found that his energy waned quickly once he got there. He would plod along on the treadmill for a while before he grew winded and pooped out, sometimes venturing toward the weight machines in a futile attempt to beef up his twig-thin limbs but barely working up enough of a sweat to merit a shower. It didn't do his already low self-esteem much good to start off each day surrounded by the extremely buff dudes who populated the place. Seriously, every guy here looked so jacked, Jay wondered if there was something in the water or a radiation leak.

One morning, after a particularly unproductive session, Jay was on his way toward the exit, fondly pondering the sausage and egg biscuit he planned to buy on his way to the office, when he heard the whiz of a blender echoing his direction from the gym's juice bar. Jay realized that he was not helping to reach his fitness goals by stuffing his face with a pile of grease every morning, so he spun around and headed back to grab himself a smoothie.

Sam’s Adventure: Time Out

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The movie on the screen had droned on and on. “Sam was this, Sam was that until finally Sam became a model, etc. etc. etc.” It was all such BS and drivel. Couldn’t the writer come up with anything better? Sure the movie was pure fantasy but how was such a boring story line supposed to interest anybody? The only thing worth watching had been the transformation. Really?

“If I were that Sam I would want out of my life for sure.”

Unlike his fictitious counterpart, Sam was a confident great looking athletic individual who was the CEO of the company he had founded after college (with help from Giles Wickes but that is another story) and as such had major responsibilities to many people.

Others envied him for his looks and all the things they supposed he could have and do being a wealthy individual but they had no idea what it was really like to have so much pressure on such young shoulders. He was happy sure but, if he could, he would like just one day of unrestrained fun with nobody judging him or watching over his shoulder, to be a free spirit, unconstrained by normal conventions, demands, and expectations others had of him but that wish was as unlikely to happen for him as the transformation had been in the movie.

He had a very important meeting tomorrow and had called a preliminary run-through with the senior members of his staff.

“Come to order people. Let’s get this meeting underway so we can finalize our presentation to our potential new investor.” One by one the managers offered their ideas until it was time for Karl to present his thoughts on wooing the investor but Sam was particularly stressed and was buying none of what Karl was saying. Angry, Sam dismissed the rest of the staff calmly, telling Karl to stay. As soon as he was alone with Karl he snapped.

“That is a bunch of fucking shit, Karl. Can’t you do any better than that? You’re supposed to be the senior manager in charge of investment and this is the best you can give me?” The anger flowed out of him, something very few people ever saw from the normally affable CEO. “Go do your homework man. If I heard what you just told me I would walk away, no make that run away from any further dealings with this company, not invest in it. You have until tomorrow morning at 10.” Karl gathered up his papers and hurriedly left. Sam just sat there wondering if he had a staff of total idiots working for him. He needed to calm down and relax but that luxury would have to wait until after tomorrow’s meeting. He rose to go back to his office but when he stepped from the conference room to the corridor….

Seanday Lunch: Working Partnerships

"Fuck it, where's Dave?" I asked Tony.

"Saw him head upstairs a while back," Tony replied taking a swig of his beer.

"Com'n," I smirked, dragging Tony behind me. Sure enough, Dave was out like a light on the bed. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "WAKE UP!" I yelled, but he remained out cold.

"Jeez, what's he been drinking?"

"Fuck knows, but the drink I spiked worked."

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