Guest Post: Legion and Lover (2/6)

by Seuzz

Vincent studied himself in the mirror as he slowly pushed the dreadlocks out of his face, and admired the way his bicep bulged as he did so. He had never looked -- had never been, and certainly had never felt -- so powerful. The red muscle shirt could barely contain his pectoral muscles, and he was giving himself a clear erection inside his sweatpants as he scoped himself out. He had worked around guys like this, back when he ran on the streets for Cesar's gang, but he'd never imagined he could have the same look and build as them. "Can I keep it," he murmured.

"Sure," said Tito, his immediate superior -- and who had also during the intervening months of physical preparation for this first plastic transformation become his non-romantic best friend. He slapped Vincent on the back. "DeShawn's not spoken for."

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said. He's not a real face, not a real body. Didn't they explain that to you? Jesus, everyone thinks everything's a secret in the Company." Tito rolled his eyes. "DeShawn's a composite, so you can take him with you when you quit, if you want. You will, probably, if not DeShawn then someone else."

"No, I didn't know that."

"Oh yeah. A new look and life, compliments of the Company, assuming you make it to retirement. And as long as it's a composite, of course. We'll probably have lots of them on file for you to choose from, though, by the time you're ready to go out to pasture."

"Why a composite for this job?" Vincent asked. "Why not someone the target knows and trusts?"

"Because a composite's better in this case.  DeShawn's a composite of all the men your target has dated over the last ten months. So this Friday, if she's at her usual club, you should have no trouble picking her up and getting her to the rendezvous point. Cynthia will take it from there, of course."

Vincent cocked his head. "So she likes her men like she likes her coffee, huh? And do I gotta be 'DeShawn' or can I pick some other name?"

"You can give out any fake name you want. Do you give out your real name when picking someone up?"

Seanday Bear: Under the Ink

"Get the fuck away from me," Rick snarled trying to push himself up.

He was strong, smart and influential--everything I liked in a body. We go back a long way. I first met him when he started to come to the gym, six years ago maybe.

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Seanday Treats: Total Marketing

"What's this part?" James asked Andreas as he pointed to some small text in the contract, "I don't understand."

"It's quite simple James, you gave us complete control over the marketing."

"The Instagram account, Facebook and you tell me where to be for the meet and greets."

"Yes, everything. We have professionals that will make sure everything runs smoothly with the 18 month contract you've selected."

"OK, I understand that, but this talks about *a stand in*?"

Andreas shuffled his paperwork, looking a little impatient. "James, you're one of our special clients. There are a lot of up and coming young bodybuilders seeking sponsorships. We saw something in you, that little spark that put you above the others. This is what needs to be cultivated carefully."

"I appreciate that Sir. I've very grateful that you've selected me, but I would just like clarification."

"This team has looked after many big names, you can trust us to ensure your professions and personal lifestyles are managed throughout the term."

Seanday Treats: New Year Cometh

"Hell," I groaned out loud.

"Let me get you something for the pain," Ruben offered.

"Thanks."

I couldn't believe it, biggest night of the year and I was in hospital. Some jerk had swerved off the road and hit me, breaking my leg in multiple places. Shit, I was by myself, my family over a hundred miles away.

Ruben looked down at me and lowered the bed. "We're going to give you a sedative, nothing serious, but I'll help with the pain and let you get some sleep."

"Are you staying?"

"I finish my shift in a while, but we have people here to monitor you while you sleep," Ruben reassured me.

I'd been lucky to have him attending to me, he was handsome and strong--that I do know. He easily lifted me into bed after the x-ray, I'd gasped with the pain and caught his scent; a faint deodorant barely masking the twelve hour shift that was about to end.

He took my line and pressed in a needle, emptying the syringe. "You partying tonight?" I casually asked.

"I am," he smiled. "Just some friends, nothing at a local bar." He removed the needle and fixed the pillows. "You'll feel better in a couple of minutes."

"Have a good time," I told him as I watched him leave.

"Thanks, I will."

Guest Post: Legion and Lover (1/6)

by Seuzz

"Turn," said the technician, and pressed her fingertip against Vincent's chin. He shifted his head fractionally to the right. "Look up. You don't have to open your eyes," she added in an amused tone.

"Thanks," Vincent murmured. "I wasn't planning to."

"Does the mirror bother you?"

"No. The face does."

He thought she'd say It's a nice face, but instead she said, "We can cover it."

"The face?"

"No, the mirror, smartass. It's for your benefit, not mine. I can see you just fine."

Vincent smiled faintly, though it probably wasn't visible through his thick beard. Then the smile turned into a snarl of pain as a sheet of fire engulfed his scalp. "Just so you know," he told her in a tight voice, "the nerves weren't dead. Only mostly dead."

"Sorry." She rubbed her hand -- encased in a latex glove -- over the smooth dome where, only moments before, Vincent had sported a close-cropped afro. "Want some cream on it?"

"Just give it a minute and I'm sure the anesthetic will kick in. It didn't hurt, I just felt it come off," he lied as his scalp screamed.

Seanday Treat: Take a Photo

"You want to take a photo? It'll last longer," John muttered as I watched him dress.

"I didn't know there was so much ink," I replied opening the camera on my phone.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "I was being sarcastic," he muttered under his breath.

"Oh," I apologised and closed the app. "So what can you tell me?"

"About what?" he sighed.

"You know, about John."

He said nothing as continued to smooth down the tight muscular pectorals that hung from his shoulder. In the mirror opposite he began to turn left and right studying his reflection.

He stretched, pulling at the skin on his tattooed bicep. "Yeah, this is good fit. One of the best I've had."

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Seanday Treats: Student Twist

It was about nine in the morning, it had been a fantastic night in the club. Jack and myself had a string of numbers written on scraps stuffed in our pockets. We'd even scored a few times in the carpark throughout the night.

Jack raked his fingers through his black hair and punched my side. "Hey Tony, what a night huh?"

"Too right," I laughed punching him back, he was solidly built like all the rugby player. I nodded my chin at him. "How many numbers did you get."

He pulled a handful from his pocket, then searched the others. "Six, what about you?"

"Seven," I laughed. "Guess they prefer the wrestlers." As we compared numbers.

"Hey! That one doesn't count," Jack moaned. "That's a bloke!"

"It's a number and he was pretty eager to meet up with me," I said pushing Jack. "So it counts all right?"

"Whatever," Jack muttered.

A taxi dropped us back at the accommodation block at the university. Each of the apartments had four bedrooms and a shared lounge/kitchen area.

We jogged up the flights of stairs, pushing and laughing as we went, then I stopped in my tracks. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten," Jack replied, then his face dropped. "Fuck, you don't think?"

"I dunno," I replied as I opened the door to the apartment and looked inside. It was quiet--thankfully. Jack hung back, but I pulled him inside. "If I'm going to fucked over, so are you!" I growled.

I walked over to one of the bedrooms, the key was in the lock. Unlocking it I slowly opened the door and stepping inside.

"You fuckers!"

Jack stepped next in next to me.

Sitting on the bed, pillows grasped at their groins where the real Jack and Tony.

Seanday Treats: Muscle Growth

I looked down at Marcus, he was a fine specimen. I'd followed him on Instagram, watched his progress as he grew larger and larger.

In my profession, I had to know every muscle in his body. I could tell you each ones name if you like, I'd spent a lot of time and money to get where I was, but I still wasn't happy.

Knowing about the body--I thought, might help me grow like Marcus. But like they all say its down to the genes, unless you want to use drugs. I'd seen what they do to a man, and it's not nice.

So here we are, I got a recommendation and I can't believe I'm in his house massaging the pain from Marcus' muscles. I shook my head as he let out quite groans of pleasure as I worked my way through the various muscle groups.

Being this close, feeling his body like this only made me want it even more. I worked my way along his torso, concentrating on each arm in turn, then his shoulders and neck. He said little during the session, as I started to kneed his pecs, thick heavy muscle below my hands. Damn, this was making me tingle all over--the thrill of actually touching this behemoth I'd lusted over the past two years.

Seanday Treats: Soldiers Life for Me

Lucy laid in the bed enjoying the luxurious red sheets and the way the room was furnished. It was the best room in the hotel, it had cost her all the money his had, but it was worth it.

She looked over at the dark skinned soldier laying next to her. "Damn, you really are built." It wasn't a lie, Ricks was in prime shape, more than Lucy had dared hope for.

"I think I'm right saying you enjoyed your last night on this world," Lucy murmured, "I'll guess I'll find out for myself in a while."

She pulled back the sheets and stood for a moment, basking at the vision of Ricks' perfect physique. "Of you'll do fine," she said.

Lucy was lean, more like a swimmer. At only eighteen, she'd not been with anyone like the twenty-six year old soldier before.

Seanday Treats: Captain's Choice

It was late night practice at the college gym, the wrestling team had been worked hard by the captain Mark, he was the largest of the group.

As they finished Mark told them to cool off, with some stretches. They looked at him, his thick heavy chest stretching the fabric of his white shirt.

Each of the other four team members looked at each other as I walked into the gym.

"Sorry man, this is a closed session," Mark called out to me. If you come back in 10 minutes we'll be done.

The other wrestlers closed ranks around Mark, but I continued to walk towards the group.

"Who do you want? Coach? He's gone now, it's just us."

"I know," I replied. "Just my boys--and you."

"Your boys?" He repeated, sounding a little confused. "Do I know you?"

"They're on my team, have been for the past few days."