There’s Something In These Woods

Hey guys, I've been playing around with some of the AI image generators and I decided to try and do an illustrated story.  I'm still getting the hang of it, and it takes a lot of work so I won't do it all the time... but if you like it let me know!

-Derek

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My family is big on tradition. There’s this spot in the mountains, way in the backwoods, and that’s where we always go camping.

It’s hard to believe, but my family owns the whole area – my great-grandfather bought it for cheap and it’s been in the family for generations. We’re connected to the land in a really special way.

Part of our tradition is taking some friends out there for our 21st birthday. My big brother Scott went a few years ago, and now it’s my turn.

I picked my closest friends. You know the story – we got assigned the same dorm and were best friends after a week. I’d hyped the trip for months, even though my friends aren’t exactly outdoorsmen.

There was Sam, this guy from New York. He’s never touched nature in his life. The guy thinks walking through a park qualifies as a hike.

My buddy Chase has been camping a few times with his family, but I get the vibe they’re more ‘car campers’. At least he knew how to roast a marshmallow.

Last up was Jean-Paul. He’s an international student, doing his degree in the States before he goes back to France. We make fun of him for the accent, but honestly, he speaks better English than I do. I was looking forward to showing him some wilderness.

They were a motley crew to take into the woods. But hey, the tradition doesn’t care who you take, so long as they’re your friends.

We all packed into my truck. It’s my Dad’s old F-150 – it’s older than I am. Most of the time I’m worried it’ll shake apart, but it’s perfect to take camping. I could leave it unlocked with the engine running – nobody’s gonna steal this thing.

Normally it’s a three hour hike to my favourite spot. Towering trees and the smell of the earth. It’s like a silent meditation. At least, it’s silent when I go with Dad and my brother.

Taking my friends, the hike was closer to five hours. Sam wouldn’t stop complaining that his feet hurt, and Jean-Paul kept questioning the need to hike so deep into the woods. I get it – we passed a dozen places we could have camped, but I wanted to show them my favourite spot.

It’s a clearing on the edge of a stone cliff. There’s a raging river down below. It’s deep in the forest and eerily quiet – except for the birds and the sound of a small creek flowing past.

“This is it!” I called out, dropping my bag to the ground. The three of them straggled into the clearing after me, breathing hard from the workout.

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As dusk settled in, I lit a fire inside an timeworn ring of stones. I’ve watched my Dad do it a hundred times, setting up kindling and muttering whatever ancient spell would coax the flame into existence. Who wants to tell ghost stories around a battery powered lamp?

“Ready,” I called out to Sam. He was unpacking sandwiches from his bag. “Don’t forget the beers. I put ‘em in the creek.”

A few minutes later we were settled in a ring around the fire, each of us nursing a cold beer and a PB&J. The essentials of life.

“There’s a tradition in America,” I said, staring across the flames at Jean-Paul. “Spooky stories around a campfire.”

“Everybody does that,” Jean-Paul laughed. “Americans... you think you invented everything. You know, the Palace of Versailles is haunted...”

“That may be,” I said quickly. “But I have a different story for tonight. See... there’s something I should have told you before we came out here. I didn’t want to scare you, but... there’s something this forest. The kind of creature that will make your blood run cold.”

“Here we go,” Chase said, flashing us a disarming grin. “Don’t tell me... it’s the goatman!”

“No,” I chuckled. I took a long sip of my beer to build the tension. “My Dad told me about it when I was a boy... I’ve never seen it, and I hope I never do. Once you see it, you’ll never be the same.”

“Wh... what do you mean?” Jean-Paul stammered, leaning in closer to the fire. I could see him looking past my shoulder, trying to make out shapes in the dark.

“It calls out to people in the forest,” I said, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “The laugh of a child, the sound of a woman singing... it lures you with whatever you can’t ignore. Men wander into these woods, and when they come back...”

“What happens when you find it?” Sam asked, taking a nervous sip of his beer.

“You don’t find it,” I grinned wickedly. “But when you’re alone in the woods... it finds you.”

“And it kills you?” Jean-Paul asked, glancing back at the tent.

“Worse,” I said, shaking my head. “It changes you.”

“What do you mean?” Chase asked, dropping his bravado for the first time. “How?”

“See, the men in my family... we’re not all that masculine,” I said, shrugging my skinny shoulders. "My great-grandpa was no different, but a hundred years ago he made a decision that changed everything. He was kind of a dandy – well dressed, rich, kind of flamboyant... to be honest, everyone thought he was gay.”

“Just like you, huh bro,” Chase teased.

“Like I said,” I chuckled. “It’s a family trait.”

“Dude, I’ve met your Dad,” Sam chuckle. “He’s built like a lumberjack!”

“Because my great-granddad figured out a way around it...” I continued. “See, he found an ancient legend about this patch of woods, out near the mountains. It took him months to figure out the details, but finally he tracked it down – right here on this piece of land. A fire, a prayer... that’s all it takes to summon the beast.”

“Well... we’ve got the fire,” Sam said nervously.

“What does the beast do to people?” Jean-Paul insisted.

“The beast needs to be fed,” I grinned. “You feed it young men... just everyday people. The closer you are to them, the better it works. When it catches a guy, it drains him... steals away everything that makes him unique and leaves him an empty shell. But the boy who casts the spell... he comes back a man. Rough and tough and masculine. Built like a lumberjack.”

“Your great-grandfather fed people to this thing...?” Sam said, his eyebrows pressing together with worry. “And your Dad too...?”

“All the men in my family. Great-grandpa went into the woods with three of his closest friends,” I grinned. “Just like I’m doing today. When they go back he was the toughest man you’ve ever seen... and the three of them were changed forever. The beast drained them of their worries and their fears and their hangups.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad...” Jean-Paul squeaked out.

“I guess, if you don’t mind being a dumb gay guy,” I smirked. “His buddies lived vapid lives. Frivolous and fun. The beast doesn’t kill you... but it kills the person you were.”

Chase burst out laughing.

“Seriously dude,” he grinned, cracking up and breaking the tension. “That’s your fuckin’ ghost story? Some creature that roams the forest, turning men into fags? Wooooooooo!”

“Yeah dude,” Sam chuckled. “What kind of curse is that? It’s like something out of a porno.”

“A gay porno,” Jean-Paul pointed out. “You need to tell us something?”

I tried to look embarrassed. It’d be easier if they didn’t believe me. The spell’s been in my family for generations, and it’s got a lot of conditions. The guys have to be warned, the beast has to catch them alone, they have to choose to chase after it’s siren call...

“It’s what my Dad told me,” I said, shrugging it off. “I wouldn’t wander these woods at night!”

“Yeah, whatever dude,” Chase laughed. He downed the rest of his beer in a long gulp and stood up. “I’m gonna go to bed. Watch out boys, I think Dylan wants to suck some dick.”

They all laughed at me.

“I think I’ll go to bed too,” Jean-Paul said. “It’s been a long day. Goodnight everyone.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “Don’t go into the woods... and if you do... I like my blowjobs without teeth.”

They kept teasing me as we crawled into the tent and stripped down to our boxers. Young guys don’t take anything seriously. They make the perfect sacrifices.

I climbed into my sleeping bag and waited for the beast to call.

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Sam shook me awake in the middle of the night.

“Dude, there’s a noise outside,” he hissed at me. “Can you hear that?”

“It’s probably just the wind,” I moaned. It wasn’t the wind.

“It’s not the wind!” Sam said, loudly enough to wake Chase and Jean-Paul. “I swear bro, someone out there is singing!”

“There’s no-one around for miles,” Chase groaned. He actually believed it, but we’d fix that soon enough.

“Yeah,” Jean-Paul said in his thick accent. He was still half asleep. “It’s probably just the wind. Go back to sleep.”

“Unless it’s the creature,” I teased. I wanted them afraid. It likes them better that way.

“Shut up,” Jean-Paul snapped. “I mean... that’s just a dumb story, right?”

“Guys, there’s someone singing out there,” Sam insisted. “You seriously can’t hear that? It’s a woman singing!”

“I don’t hear anything,” I shrugged. That was true. It only calls out to one at a time.

“Maybe she got lost in the woods and needs our help,” Sam worried.

“Oh yeah?” I prodded, laying on the sarcasm and the reverse psychology. “You’re gonna go save the damsel in distress? You don’t wander the woods at night buddy... it’s probably a cougar or something.”

“Who cares how old she is?” Sam said, totally missing the point. “Look, you guys can stay here if you want, but she’s right there... I’m gonna go help!”

Sam struggled out of his sleeping bag and reached for his sweatpants. I groaned dramatically and reached for my jeans.

“You’re gonna get lost in the woods or something,” I said. “If you’re going, I’m going too... someone’s got to help you find your way back.”

And someone’s got to make sure he’s alone. If Jean-Paul or Chase decided to accompany him, I could kiss my masculinity upgrade goodbye.

I pulled on my boots and Sam found his sneakers. Chase and Jean-Paul zipped the tent back up behind us.

“Hey...” Jean-Paul said quietly as he settled back into his sleeping bag. “You know how to find the road, yes?”

“Sure,” Chase lied. “But Dylan’s got the truck keys.”

“You think they’ll be okay?” Jean-Paul asked. The wind outside was kicking it up a notch and the tent kept shaking. It was like something from a horror movie.

“Yeah,” Chase said uncertainly. “Dylan’s just pulling our leg with that ghost story stuff. Go to sleep man... everything’s gonna be okay.”

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Sam and I were moving fast through the forest. He was crashing through the underbrush, while I was following his trail, letting him get farther and farther ahead.

“Can’t you hear her?” Sam shouted back at me. “We have to find her! She’s singing so loud... we must be right on top of here!”

He saw a gap in the trees and charged forward, emerging into a clearing. A beautiful blonde woman in a white dress stood there, singing her ghostly song. She was facing away from him, staring off into the darkness.

I hung back and waited. I could feel the beast coming.

“Hey,” he gasped, out of breath from his run.

She didn’t react – she just stood there, singing a song that only he could hear.

“Hello!” he shouted, resisting the urge the grab her from behind. “It’s okay... we found you. My name’s Sam.”

She turned slowly. Her face was blank – smooth and uninterrupted by trivial things like a mouth or a eyes. She wasn’t human. Sam’s stomach twisted from the uncanny valley.

I knew exactly what she was. Bait.

Sam heard a rustling noise behind him. He pulled his eyes away from the impossible woman and twisted his head. He glanced back just in time to see a mass of tentacles behind him, curling up from the forest floor and snaking toward him.

He tried to run away, but it was no use. Once the beast finds you...

Sam felt a wet slap on the back of his neck. A sucker attached itself tight against his spine and slime dripped beneath his shirt. His eyes went wide.

He could feel it holding him in place. Draining him...

Sam’s life flashed in front of his eyes. Everything he ever cared about...

His first girlfriend... what was her name? Christie? He remembered the way she smiled at him... didn’t he? The harder he tried to hold onto the memory, the faster is slipped away. What was her name again...?

Then she was gone, and he was looking at himself at a comic book store in Brooklyn, leafing through back issues. He’d spent hours reading... every week... every issue... he couldn’t remember any of the names. Just page after page of muscled up spandex...

Buff dudes in tights... his cock was starting to stir.

His head felt so fuzzy. Something was wrong... he could barely remember his comic book hobby. Just a vague idea of leafing through the pages... staring at muscle...

After all, Sam was never one for reading. He remembered super hero movies getting popular... going to every single one... staring at the bulging pecs and pumped up biceps...

Getting inspired...

He always went with his gym buddies. Yeah... Sam was starting to remember how his life really went. He lived for the gym, spending all his time lifting and sweating and hanging out with other muscle heads. Watching superhero movies and going to clubs and fucking late into the night...

He looked down and the pieces fell into place. His body had exploded with muscle. His hoodie and sweats were tight against his bulky frame. Sam was a gym rat now. A muscle bro who loved sucking cock.

“Shit dude...” he mumbled, feeling his voice rumble from his chest. “I’m fuckin’ huge...”

He grabbed a pec and squeezed. He needed a man to feel him up.

“I’m so fuckin’ hot...” he moaned, reaching down and grabbing for his bulging cock. His voice sounded dumb... he liked sounding dumb...

He glanced around. Hadn’t there been a woman or something? The memory was fuzzy and slipping away quickly. He didn’t see her – and that made him feel a little relieved. Who needed chicks anyway?

Something feel away from the back of Sam’s neck. He heard a rustle in the leaves, but whatever it was had gone, leaving him alone in the woods.

“Gotta get back to camp,” he mumbled, still holding onto his cock. “Gotta get back to my boys.”

His cock was urgent and demanding and he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

Sam giggled when he realized what he wanted most.

“I gotta get fucked!”

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I arrived back at camp alone. Jean-Paul and Chase were still tightly zipped into the tent, though I could see the glow of a flashlight inside.

“Where’s Sam?” Jean-Paul asked nervously when I entered.

“He ran off,” I said, trying to sound scared and helpless. “Said he could hear something... I think it’s the creature my Dad warned me about. We gotta get out of here...”

“No way,” Chase said with a firm shake of his head. “Sam’s out there and we’re not leaving without him. Besides, that’s just a stupid story.”

“That’s what I thought,” I insisted. “But Sam... I swear guys, it was just like in the story. He heard something he couldn’t ignore and the thing caught him.”

“Dylan...” Chase said, trying to calm me down.

“I always thought it was just a family story,” I said, biting my lip. Always favour a lie with truth. “I’ve got a bunch of gay cousins, and I thought we were just razzing them... but Sam...”

“Sam’s safe,” Chase promised. “And he didn’t get turned gay or whatever. And even if he did... he’s still our buddy and he’s still out there. We’ll wait for daylight, then we’ll go out looking for him and –"

Chase cocked his head, like he was listening to something.

“What is it?” Jean-Paul asked.

“Sam!” Chase shouted, sticking his head out of the tent and looking into the darkness. “I hear you buddy! Come towards my voice!”

“What are you shouting for?” Jean-Paul asked nervously.

“It’s Sam!” Chase said insistently. “Can’t you hear him? He’s right there...”

“Dude, no...” I warned, but Chase was already slipping on his sneakers. He stepped out of the tent in just his boxers.

“Relax,” Chase said, distracted by whatever he was hearing. “He’s just over here! Sam! This way!”

“Chase, wait!” Jean-Paul shouted. He jumped out of the tent and started to follow after Chase, but I grabbed him by the arm and held him back.

“Let him leave,” I said. “It’s got him.”

“No,” Jean-Paul insisted, pulling away from my grip. “All we’ve got to do is catch him!”

Jean-Paul dug around in his bag for pants and a t-shirt. He threw on a pair of runners and ran into the woods, trying to follow Chases’ trail.

I stood alone at camp and grinned. One down, two to go. It was like shooting fish in a barrel.

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Chase stumbled through the woods. Like most city boys, he imagined a trail that wasn’t there, dodging past trees and happenstance clearings until he’d lost sight of the camp entirely.

“Sam!” he shouted, straining to hear his friends voice again. “Sam! Call out!”

He turned in place and squinted at the dark.

“Sam!” he shouted again. “Follow my voice!”

“I’m here bro!” he heard Sam shout. The voice wasn’t far. Just past the next hill.

Chase stumbled on until he emerged into a small clearing. He found Sam standing in the dark, lit only by moonlight. His friends thin body was barely visible under the dense foliage.

“You found me bro,” Sam said, turning to look at Chase. Something was wrong – Chase gasped as he realized that Sam’s face was smooth. No eyes, no mouth... he looked like an unfinished sketch.

“Sam?” Chase said, his stomach dropping. What had the creature done to Sam?

“You found me bro,” the Sam thing cackled. “And it found you!”

Confusion washed across Chase’s face as something wet and sticky hit the back of his neck. Some kind of suction cup.

He felt his world spinning and his mind shifted like wet clay.

He could feel memories being sucked out of his mind. For a moment he found himself in a college classroom, pencil in hand, ready for his first class. He had his eye on two beautiful girls – one of them would become his girlfriend. He’d cheat with the other one and never get caught. The memory made him smile, but the details were starting to fade.

What was her name? He couldn’t remember either of them. And which one had been his girlfriend? Why were they in a classroom... Chase couldn’t remember going to college anymore. But he did... didn’t he? He interned at a tech company... or did he work at a body shop, fixing up cars? Yeah... that seemed more like him.

Chase started to remember the repair shop. He wasn’t smart like some of the guys there – Marty could figure out a problem just by the sound of the engine. Chase always had to plug in the computer, sound out the words...

But you don’t gotta be smart, he grinned absently. Not when you’re pretty.

A wave of relief flooded through Chase. That’s what he was... pretty and empty and hungry for cock. Yeah... he loved cock. Sucking it. Riding it. Feeling it. He reached down and felt up his own cock, hard beneath his boxer shorts. His tongue darted out and licked his lips as he squeezed, his knees buckling from the pleasure.

“Mmmmmm....” he moaned. “Sooooo hooooorny....”

Chase was so wrapped up in the sensation, he never noticed the tentacle drop from his neck. He reached up with his other hand and started kneading at his now thick pecs.

“Oh shit...” he chuckled, his voice low and dull. He stared down at his beefcake body, slowly starting to understand that he’d changed. “I guess the monster got me or whatever!”

He gave a dumb laugh. He liked the way it echoed between the trees. Everyone was gonna know how stupid he was!

“Whatever...” he mumbled, thinking out loud like he always did. “I was lookin’ for Sam, right? Sam’s got a cock!”

Chase wandered off into the woods, searching for Sam’s thick cock. Any cock really...

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Jean-Paul stepped carefully through the woods. At first, Chase had been easy to follow, leaving an obvious trail of broken twigs through the underbrush. Despite what the Americans thought, Jean-Paul had camped since he was a boy, and way-finding wasn’t a challenge for him.

Still... the woods were dark, and most of the trees looked the same. He paused, orienting himself towards the campsite. He almost had it when he heard footsteps ahead.

“Chase!” he hissed, half-whispering in the dark forest. He hoped the other man would hear him... and only the other man. He didn’t believe in some monster... but why take the chance?

Jean-Paul moved stealthily through the brush, barely making a sound as he stepped between moonlit trees. His eyes swivelled from side to side, on a careful lookout for... whatever might be out there.

If there was something in the woods, it wasn’t going to get him.

He followed the sound of the footsteps until they changed. The soft rustle of undergrowth was gone, replaced by the regular tap tap tap of someone walking on wood. Jean-Paul stepped forward cautiously and saw the ground dropping away into a deep ravine, down towards the river.

The wind made him shiver. Small hairs stood up across the back of this neck. He glanced around carefully, praying for some sign of Sam or Chase.

There it was. A flight of wooden stairs, anchored into the rock. Jean-Paul realized that Chase must have found the stairs too – that explained why his footsteps changed. He followed the path without thinking.

“Chase,” he hissed as he snuck down the stairs. He could hear the steps squeaking under his weight. “Chase!”

He was about halfway down when he saw Chase. The young man was mostly naked, standing at the bottom of the stairs. His thin body looked cold in the night air – he should never have run off without finding some clothes.

“Chase!” Jean-Paul called, a little more loudly this time. At the bottom of the steps his friend turned and Jean-Paul cried out in terror. Whatever that thing was... it wasn’t Chase. His face was gone, wiped clean and smooth. Jean-Paul stumbled backwards, his foot missing the step. He tumbled off the side of the stairs, bouncing last last few feet through brush and dirt.

He landed heavily, too shocked by Chase’s missing face to register pain.

Jean-Paul jumped up, the adrenaline coursing through him like a superpower. He ignored the thing with Chase’s body and dashed for the stairs. His feet pounded on the wood, carrying him up the steps to safety.

He stopped short. I was on the stairs, finally letting my act slip. He was the last one... who cared if he knew?

“Hey Jean-Paul,” I taunted. “What’s wrong buddy? Did you find something scary? Maybe you should have stayed back at camp like I said, huh?”

“Dylan,” Jean-Paul gasped. “Thank god. We have to run!”

“Why?” I asked, toying with him. “Did the monster find you?”

“Chase is down there,” Jean-Paul panted. “But... his face is gone. The monster’s real! It got Chase. Maybe it got... we must find Sam and leave!”

“Relax,” I said. “Chase is happy. So is Sam...”

“These woods are fucked, okay?” Jean-Paul pleaded. “We have to go!”

“It’s okay,” I said, letting a sick grin loose across my face. “I already found Sam and Chase... and now I’ve found you too.”

Tentacles reached out of the underbrush, ignoring me and making their way towards Jean-Paul.

“It’s the family curse bro,” I explained calmly, watching the sheer terror on his face. “I’m gonna be a man tonight... and that means you’ve got to give up your future. Don’t worry Jean-Paul, you’re gonna make a perfect gay slut.”

“I don’t want –“ he stuttered, but I cut him off.

“It doesn’t matter what you want,” I smirked. “I gotta feed the beast buddy... I woke it up with a spell and it won’t go downhill sunrise. Besides... you’re going to love your new life. All dumb and happy and horny...”

The tentacles were too fast. He didn’t stand a chance. One of them whipped around and landed on the back of his neck, attaching a sucker and freezing him where he stood.

Jean-Paul’s eyes rolled back as the tentacles started to drain his mind. It was irresistible. Scene after scene from his life flashed past him, fading as quickly as they came. Everything he used to be was swirling down the drain and disappearing.

All the extra English classes he took. His beautiful girlfriend back home. His long hours studying, tutoring French to help pay for school. All of it vanished from his memory.

“Putain,” he swore, staring down at a pair of meaty hands. For a moment he couldn’t remember anything about his life. His body was shifting and straining under his clothes. His pecs were pushing out – a sensitive pair of muscle tits, rubbing roughly against the fabric of his t-shirt.

He reached up and brushed his hand against his left nipple. It felt so good...

“Mon vêtements...” he murmured as his clothes started to shift and change, the course fabric making his nipples hard as it pulled tight across his chest.

Jean-Paul’s t-shirt was shrinking smaller until it was nothing but a translucent white tanktop. His pants were shrinking and getting tighter until they were just a pair of cutoff jean shorts, perfectly tailored to his bubble butt.

“Mon Dieu,” he gasped. “Je suis habillé comme une pute!”

He was dressed like a whore. Which made sense... all he cared about was cock.

“I...” Jean-Paul stammered, trying to remember the English phrases he’d carefully memorized. There were so many words. They made his head ache.

“You got this buddy,” I encouraged him. Maybe he’d get the tone.

“I... cam to... America...” he said haltingly. “I came... for fuck!”

He grinned, proud of himself for remembering the sentence.

“Come with me,” I said, gesturing back up the stairs. “I’ll take you back to camp. You guys can have the tent tonight.”

I doubt he understood a word, but I’ve got a cock so he followed.

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Sam and Chase beat us back to camp. Not the faceless puppets Jean-Paul had seen in the forest, but the newly transformed ones – Sam with his bodybuilder’s frame and dimwitted outlook, and Chase in a pair of skintight boxers and a slutty smile.

They were distracted, making out with each other in front of the tent.

“Hello,” Jean-Paul called in a heavy accent. He knew what he needed.

“Hey bro,” Sam grinned, eyeing up the bulge Jean-Paul had on display. “Wanna get in on this?”

“I would like to fuck!” Jean-Paul recited. Whatever phrasebook he’d bought for his trip to America, it wasn’t complex Neither was he.

Sam and Chase shared a quick look.

“Hey Dylan,” Chase said, giving me a friendly grin. “Mind if we take the tent? I mean... unless you wanna join in? We’re really fuckin’ hot!”

“It’s all yours,” I laughed, waving Jean-Paul over towards his counterparts. “You guys have fun. I’m just gonna grab my bag.”

I reached into the tent and grabbed out my backpack and sleeping bag. I was just stoking a fire when the tent walls started to shake. They’d left a flashlight on, and their shadows were painting a vivid picture.

The sexual energy was off the scale. Three idiot fuckboys who couldn’t help but listen to their cocks. Give in to their urges...

All I needed was sunrise. One more spell, just as the sun peaked over the mountains... and I’d be a man. Big and strong – but also smart and savvy and with any girl I wanted.

“I wanna fuck you so bad...” Sam grunted inside the tent.

“OUI!” Jean-Paul screamed with pleasure. “FUCK ME DADDY SIR!!!”

I stared into the flames and waited for the sun to rise.

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Two hours passed and they just kept going. Intellectually, I knew this was going to happen. An all-night orgy that would prime my magic for the next step. But in the moment... man, were they ever gonna get tired?

Luckily this was a one-time thing. My Dad had performed the ritual almost forty years ago and he was still handsome and virile and strong as hell. Grandpa was in his nineties, still picking up women at the seniors centre. All I had to do was make it through the night.

I should have brought my iPod.

“Hey, kiddo,” I heard a voice shout from the woods. “Where are you bud? Your Mom had an accident and there’s no cell service out here...”

It was my Dad. God... something must have really happened. He wouldn’t disturb the ritual for nothing. Dawn was just starting to glow over the horizon...

Another hour and I’d be done. I hoped we could wait – otherwise I’d need to make new friends and do it again. The tent was still shaking with action, moans and cries of pleasure escaping with every passing second.

“Dad?” I called, stepping away from the fire and squinting into the woods. He always parked off the forestry road to the north...

“Dyl?” I heard him shout again. “Where are you kiddo? Your Mom needs you!”

I took a few steps closer to his voice, heading up the trail Dad always uses.

“Dad, I’m here!” I called out.

I was oblivious until a sucker hit my neck.

It was just like the stories said. Like my life was a montage, replaying before my eyes.

Crossing the stage at high school graduation. I was the valedictorian of my class. A man’s gotta be smart... that’s what Dad always said. I was the valedic... vale... val... whatever. School was dumb anyway, who cared...

All of the girls I dated. Face after face, date after date, rushing through my brain. None of them had names anymore. None of them had faces. Maybe I imagined them... I couldn’t remember nothin’ about girls...

My Dad and I, sharing a beer on the back step. “The thing is son, we’ve got to keep it fed,” he told me. “It’s tricky... but just remember my advice and you’ll be fine. You don’t want to end up like your cousin Greg, do you?”

Hell yeah I did. Greg was like... so hot. Dude’s always walkin’ around in tank tops and tiny little shorts and shit... and that’s when he wears clothes at all! Bro, of course I wanna be like Greg! All slutty and shit...

My last braincell exploded like a firework.

It got me bro...

I just wanna suck cock...

I stared down at myself. Big thick muscle. Bro, I’m so fuckin’ hot now...

But like... a hoodie and sweats? Talk about overdressed. I fuckin’ hate clothes...

Something slipped off the back of my neck and all of a sudden my body worked again. I flexed a beefy bicep and grinned. Greg’s got nothin’ on me...

Well... I guess he’s got a couple billion more cocks on his scorecard...

But bro... I’m gonna catch up fast!

I peeled off my hoodie and headed for the tent.

“Hey guys,” I said, sticking my head inside. “Mind if I join ya?”

The tent reeked of musk. All three of them looked at me with excitement – fresh meat.

“Uh... like... yeah!” Chase grinned, scooting back and making room for me. He’d lost his boxers and was covered in sweat. A trail of dried cum traced down from his hole. Evidence of his favourite new position.

I crawled into the tent and kicked off my sweats. Good thing too – I doubt they coulda held my cock much longer. I was so fuckin’ turned on just being near my bros.

“Hello,” JP grinned, eyeing up my beefy frame. “I would like to fuck!”

“We all wanna fuck!” Sam grinned. He’d somehow managed to stay clothed... if you count socks. Otherwise the muscle stud was sweaty and naked. I loved it.

Sam crawled forward and kissed me. It was the first time I ever kissed a guy, but bro... for sure that’s all I wanna do now! I guess I got lucky or whatever, the creature coming for me last... they’d already learned some tricks, and now all the attention was on me!

I felt so good. Like I was glowing or whatever.

Chase stuck his tongue between my cheeks, eating me out. I thought the monster stole my brains or whatever... but these guys finished the job! When JP sucked my cock, my brain just went like... totally blank.

You just gotta follow your instincts. Do what comes natural. I’m a natty slut.

That’s how I got riding JP’s ass. His booty is like... so perfect. One of those bubbles that makes dudes jealous. When my cock slipped inside... shit bro, that’s all I want.

I moaned, thrusting inside of him again and again. Chase was licking my nipples. Sam had his cock tickling my hole. I dunno if I’m a bottom bro... but you gotta try new shit, don’tcha?

I came four times before dawn.

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We slept til noon and packed out our shit. These guys were all such bitches on the way in – but we’re athletes now. We lift, we dance, we fuck... a little hike ain’t nothin’. Even Sam was laughin’ and flirtin’ the whole way back.

I wish it coulda gone on forever... so fuckin’ hot, right? JP and Chase, they peeled down to their boxers. Well... Chase’s boxers and JPs bikini briefs. Europeans, am I right? Sam went modest, throwing on a pair of shorts. I went the other way... I figure I did all the work, right? I deserved to let my cock hang in the breeze.

Not that it was hanging. Fucker stayed hard the whole way home.

“Dude, you gotta wear something when you drive,” Sam insisted. Fuckin’ prude – his shorts were five inches long and covered him up COMPLETELY.

“Bro, like... whatever,” I shrugged. My hand slipped down to my wood again. Fuck... I felt so good.

“What if a cop pulls us over!” Sam insisted.

I shrugged. Sam worries too much. I had a foolproof plan.

“Bro, if a cop pulls me over... I’ll just blow him!”

“Yeah, smart guy?” Sam joked. “What if it’s a lady cop?”

“Then we’re screwed!” I laughed. “I’m all outta magic spells.”

“Thank fuck,” Chase grinned. “I don’t ever wanna change!”

“Relax bro,” I smirked. “There’s no way back. We’re studs forever!”

JP lent me his shorts for the drive home. I fuckin’ hate dressing formal.

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The four of us walked into my place, laughing and joking. My bros are the fuckin’ best. Chase gave me road head til we hit the highway.

“I see you had a good time,” my Dad said, wincing as I slammed down my backpack.

“Yeah, for sure Dad,” I chuckled, popping a bicep to show him how awesome I was. “But like... it totally got me Dad! I musta got the spell wrong or whatever... I’m like... such a ditz!”

Scott picked that moment to walk in. That’s my big bro. Total stud, but like... tragically hetero. Too bad, I woulda lent him Chase’s ass anytime!

“Oh shit,” he snarled, looking me in the eye. “Dylan, what’s rule number one?”

“Uh...” I said, totally blanking. “Like... always hit the gym?”

“Never leave the camp at night,” Dad sighed. “First your cousins and now... that makes six. Luckily Scott can listen to advice – I want grandkids, and you’re not qualified anymore, are you?”

“Uh....?” I said, my mouth dropping open.

“You’re gay now?” Dad said, looking at me like I was a total dumbass. I felt a burst of pride. Bro... I’m like... such a dumbass!

“Yeah he is,” Sam grinned, stepping close and grabbing my ass.

“The shorts are a giveaway,” Scott said with a roll of his eyes.

“Scott,” Dad snapped. He took a deep breath. “You never make assumptions. And YOU NEVER LEAVE THE CAMP AT NIGHT!”

“Uh... sorry,” I shrugged. “But it doesn’t suck or whatever... like... I like bein’ a hot slut! I don’t gotta worry about nothin’!”

“Hello,” JP said, leaning over my shoulder and kissing my neck. “I would like to fuck.”

“First door on the left,” I said, pointing up the stairs. Sam took the hint and lead the stampede. The three beasts thundered up the steps. Guys like us don’t go quiet, y’know?

“Well,” Scott sighed. “You’re right. The family name is my responsibility now. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

For real, he shoulda got himself caught. He’d be such a perfect queen – such a drama bitch!

“Scott,” Dad sighed. “What’s done is done.”

“Yeah bro,” I laughed. “Besides... you’re like... so dumb! I got responsibilities!”

“Yeah?” Scott said snippily. “Two of your cousins are models. The rest of them have OnlyFans. They’re just a bunch of carefree idiots... what the hell do you worry about?”

I laughed and squeezed my cock through the shorts. Wasn’t it obvious?

“Whatever bro,” I chuckled. “I gotta deal with the monster!”