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Clashing Creeks Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Monarch_mvl118

The rumble of the bus was as loud and uneven as it had been for the last two and a half hours, lumbering along the uneven and ill repaired road. A trail of dust obscured the path behind the vehicle and the sunlight coming down through the pine trees caught particles suspended in the air and turned them into a glittering display of late summer. For Kragen... it was all a bit much.

The nineteen year old leaned against the window, his black hair just long enough after the vacation to hang down to his eyebrows. His brown eyes complimented the earth tone t-shirt he wore while his track pants matched his hair. Kragen had come prepared with a few distractions like his kindle and his PS Vita, but the sunlight had rendered the screens nearly illegible. They wouldn't have been distracting enough anyhow.

Kragen tried not to pay attention. He closed his eyes and felt the plastic faux leather seat, the lack of internal padding, the mere tension trying to be enough to keep him upright. His position was a little off center because the start of the wheel hub was beneath his right foot. After a few moments, though, his resolve faltered. Kragen's brown eyes opened and glanced up into the driver's mirror, seeing the back of the bus.

Brennan University had sent its swim team on a pre-season retreat to try some innovative and out of the box bonding exercises and to get training from some of the best coaches in the industry. While the occupants of the bus all were on the same team, that didn't keep it from feeling like a rivalry at times - especially when some of the members were from rival fraternities.

Sitting at the back of the bus was the man Kragen considered to be his rival, Ajay. They were the same age and the same height, both five foot ten. While Kragen was lean and muscled, Ajay was just that bit more of body strength. The social, jovial athlete at the back of the buss with his chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes was joking and laughing, carrying on. If Kragen didn't know better he would have thought Ajay looked friendly, but that sociality was masking his arrogance.

A stifled chuckle came from the seat across the aisle from Kragen and Kragen immediately snapped his attention there. Darren froze in place, his brown eyes peeking out from beneath a fringe of blond hair. Darren was Kragen's best friend and they were in the same fraternity, something not at all easy considering how young Darren was when he started college. After a term, he was still eighteen. But Darren and Kragen had fallen in to place. They practiced together, studied together, hung out and would likely be roommates by the end of the next term.

"So if it's a lake, why do they call it Clashing Creeks?" Darren asked, breaking the silence and trying to shift attention away from the fact that he had laughed at Ajay's joke. Darren sat more upright and looked out of the front of the bus at the bridge they were approaching.

"It's actually a chain of lakes, a whole bunch of them connected by creeks that flow in all sorts of different directions. I think it used to be some sort of hot spring or something, but the waters have been normal temperatures for decades now." Kragen replied. The monotonous sound of the bus lumbering along changed as they passed over the bridge before returning to normal on the other side, but the view changed dramatically.

The narrow passage of trees began opening up, revealing the path ahead traveling a quarter of the way around a massive lake toward the camp lodge jutting out over the water. There were docks and canoes and boats as well as floating piers and swing ropes. It was an absolute summer paradise, but this late in the year it was just for them. Kragen felt almost sick for his youth. He wished he could have come to such an exciting place when he was younger, before he'd have to share it with anyone remotely like Ajay... but he'd put his reservations aside for the good of the team, as he always did. The bus began slowing down and some of the kids started grabbing their things, but Darren just gazed to the lodge, preparing himself mentally for what was to come.

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It had been a full day. The swim team had been assigned cabins, and to Kragen's delight Ajay and his cronies had gotten the cabin next to them. They had gone rowing, swimming, and had a huge salmon feast for dinner. After such a rich day, though, night had sunken into the mountains and the camp had grown still. A light fog floated along the surface of the lakes, radiant in the light from the full moon hanging near the horizon. The crickets chirped loudly, the owls hooted in the trees. It was as if all the forest clichés had come to life. Unfortunately for Darren it was a bit too much wilderness and not enough silence. He'd been tossing and turning in bed for what felt like hours, eventually rolling over to face the screen covering the open window. The air was too humid, but the cabin had gotten too hot and smelly during the day.

Gazing out across the still grasses, Darren thought at first he was having a dream. The door to the next cabin opened and who was to emerge but Ajay? The athlete was dressed in little more than sandals and shorts, his fit and toned torso glistening in the moonlight. Darren slowly licked his lips, feeling his nipples go tight and his cock start to harden.

Darren couldn't admit it to anyone, least of all Kragen, but Ajay had ensnared him since orientation. The men of Omega Beta Rho were wilder, crazier, and always took things that extra distance. Darren felt more at home with Kragen in their own frat, but sometimes he wondered what it would have been like. Would he have been one of Ajay's lackeys? Would he get in trouble more for being a bad boy? Would he be following Ajay to... wherever he was going? The last question snagged in Darren's mind. Just where WAS Ajay going?

Darren slowly sat up and looked around. The rest of the swim team sharing his cabin were deep asleep. Some snored, others had pillows over their heads. It made for an easy decision. Darren slipped out of bed and grabbed his shoes, padding barefoot along the wood floor before easing the squeaky front door open. After hesitating just a moment, no one seemed to notice. Darren crept outside and shut the door behind him before quickly trying to make up ground.

The camp seemed so much more intimate at night. With the darkness fallen it seemed still and private. The trees in the distance seemed closer. The docks creaked and groaned as the boats rose and fell. Eventually Darren caught sight of Ajay's blond hair, but he wasn't heading toward the lodge or even the other cabins. He bypassed the main jetty, moving along the shore towards the tree line.

Darren followed after his crush with intrigue, wondering what would possess him to head so far out. They left the main lakes behind and followed a creek down a rocky slope. The branches were thick, thick enough to snap when Darren took a wrong step. He froze in place as Ajay stopped and looked around. Seeing nothing, he brushed his bangs out of his face and continued on.

With each step, Darren's heart was beating faster. He felt exhilarated, surprised, confused and excited. The trees finally started to thin out a bit, revealing a rougher, more uneven shoreline around a small lake to the west end of the property. The water seemed darker somehow, as if it wasn't refracting the moonlight at all, and there was a faint sheen around the edge. The lake was vaguely kidney shaped, but it looked abandoned. There was an old dock that had fallen apart and sunk into the lake like a ramp, and there was a pitted, rusted sign with a symbol Darren clearly recognized; no swimming. It was something that Ajay appeared to reject the premise of.

Standing at the shore, Ajay kicked off his shoes and then slipped off his shorts, leaving them in a neat pile on a larger stone. Darren froze in place, gazing at the beautiful curved ass of his long time crush. Ajay didn't need much prep time before he walked into the lake, the water sliding up around his ankles, his knees, and finally his waist. With just a few more steps Ajay shifted his center of gravity and started swimming out into the water.

Darren stood there for several moments, his erection raging. His crush was skinny dipping in a forbidden lake. After months of being reserved, of suffering his crush in silence, he finally threw caution to the wind. Darren stripped off his clothes and ran toward the water, his cock wobbling before him as he made it into the lake. The splashing was enough to alert Ajay, the athlete stopping and turning.

"Oh my god, Darren?!" Ajay questioned. Like a loyal dog, Darren swam out to the blond, a glimmer in his eyes. Ajay paddled to stay afloat, "What are you doing here?"

"I think the question is, what are you doing out here? This place isn't even on the camp map!" Darren grinned. Ajay blushed a bit.

"There's an old rumor that swimming in this lake will make you a better swimmer and stuff..." Ajay said.

"I never thought you were the superstitious type." Darren grinned. Ajay blushed more furiously.

"Well, I didn't think you were the spying type. You gonna go running back to Kragen and tell him everything?" Ajay asked. Darren floated there for a long moment.

"No, this can be our secret..." Darren murmured. Ajay seemed a bit surprised but relieved, though he was still paranoid.

"I'll need more than that, I mean, can't give everyone the same advantage and all." Ajay replied. Darren considered before blushing a little himself.

"Then how about I tell you something that gives you power over me?" Darren asked. Ajay looked surprised.

"Okay... like what?" he asked. Darren took a soft swallow.

"I mean, I know I've been all shy and stuff, but... Ajay, I worship you." Darren whispered, "You're so handsome and strong and talented, I... I just really think you're cool." Darren admitted. Ajay was a bit stunned, though he felt he had certainly won out in that particular bargain. He eventually nodded.

"Alright, then... to seal our secret, you gotta do something that shows me you won't back out of this. You gotta give me head." Ajay said. Darren was shocked at that, though he gave a nervous smile before nodding. Getting a bit hard himself, Ajay swam to shallower water, unheeding of any particular aspects of the spot until he found rocks just shallow enough to turn over and jut his hips up, letting his cock rise out of the lake like its own sea monster.

Darren chased after his hero, swimming up between his legs, practically drooling. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, licking up the length of the half hard shaft. Ajay murmured in surprised. He hadn't had a lot of sex with guys, but it seemed Darren was quite skilled. The idea that this freshman could be so into him, to worship him, was quite the turn on. Darren kept going at it, licking and nuzzling before his lips came down over the head of Ajay's shaft. The athlete murmured, a hand grabbing onto Darren's head, forcing it deeper.

The two had gotten into it as fast as rabbits in heat. The water sloshed and splashed around Darren as he gave Ajay the best head he could, and Ajay writhed and moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. It was a lot to take in, so much that neither young man paid attention to the lake. The oily sheen around the edge of the lake had started to move. Rather than being dispelled by the ripples in the lake water, the slick was coming closer and loser to those disturbing the waters. The darkness of the lake as a whole was subsiding, concentrating around the interlopers instead. The moonlight plunged deeper and deeper into the lake, revealing the rusted and cracked barrels submerged deep below the surface.

"Oh fuck yeah, you're a slut for me, aren't you? Sucking my big, buff cock? You wanna be my whore, right Darren?" Ajay moaned, thrashing and grunting. Darren said nothing, merely working deeper and deeper until his face was buried in the athlete's groin. Ajay was on cloud nine, feeling his cock disappear into the hot, wet mouth. His toes curled in pleasure, his fingers clawed at the mud and the dirt. Even his pucker felt different, like something was rubbing up against it... but that was because something was.

The congealing mass taking shape around them had honed in on Ajay, sensing the athlete's pleasure and prowess. His muscles, his body heat, even his pheromones. They were all ripe. The slimy, oily slick suddenly pushed forward, exerting enough pressure to bypass Ajay's sphincter. The young man's back arched and he gasped in shock, feeling his intestines suddenly fill up with the strange goo. His muscled stomach even got more taut as he was filled so full, but it was too much for even his body to contain. The oily inky slime wrapped around his legs and feet, then his abdomen, coating him. It spread outward across his skin, getting a taste for it and the human.

Ajay knew something was wrong, something was strange, but before he could voice concern the goo found his prostate. It probed and prodded the organ, sending orgasmic waves of bliss through Ajay before it started pushing into his anatomy further, learning all about him. As it learned how his body was already, it realized how easy it was to manipulate as well. Ajay's pectorals swelled suddenly, then his biceps and triceps. It wriggled through his body, pooling up in his bladder. Ajay's balls suddenly swelled larger, resting on Darren's chin as he sucked and sucked.

Darren was in heaven. He thought not of his friends, his life before or even the future. All he cared about was the meat in his mouth. As he sucked it seemed to swell even bigger, something he appreciated. He kept sucking on the shaft until it brushed the back of his throat. Ajay, meanwhile, was speechless. His body was rigid from the stimulation. The oily slick slipped up along his body before it emerged from the water, coating his abs and then chest. It was a centimeter thick, almost rubbery on his skin like liquid latex. As it crept up, though, it seemed to tap into Ajay more and more. He felt glimpses of his childhood and teenage years flash through his mind. Events were replaying. The good, the bad, the prideful and the painful. As the slime reached his nipples, it began to shift and contort, taking on an unexpected but rather familiar shape. The slime from the lake was fashioning itself into a swim uniform.

Tendrils of black laced over his shoulders and arms, covering his body in skin tight, detail revealing rubber. Ajay gasped more and more, his back arching. He couldn't hold out, he couldn't resist... and it didn't want him to. It wanted him, the lake itself or whatever had been living in it. Ajay gazed up at the stars, feeling the slime close up over his chin and cheeks, cover his ears, creep over his hair before it closed across his face. As the slime filled his mouth and nostrils and covered his eyes, his muscles suddenly relaxed and his posture changed.

The slimy black being pulled Darren to his groin tighter and with purpose he came. The shaft released thick gobs of white semen at first, but the volume increased and the slick sperm turned grey and then black. It washed over Ajay's cock, coating it and bonding it to his impromptu swim uniform before it also started latching on to Darren's mouth. Darren wriggled and tried to pull back, his eyes gazing up, but the being he saw was no longer Ajay.

The muscled, fit, latex coated being opened two large, white eyes on the surface of the coating before his lips parted, revealing sharp, drippy fangs and a fat, long, snake like tongue. The creature felt amazing having a body again, but more than that it loved sharing the pleasure with Ajay. It sunk down into his thoughts and memories, merging together. Ajay learned the pleasures of decades long patience, of conquest, of ownership... and they owned Darren now.

The black cum spilled out of Darren's mouth, climbing across his face. It covered his nose and eyes and ears, encasing his head in a neat symbiote hood before it stretched down his body. The darkness had been drawn out of the lake and into Ajay, and in turn was spilling now from his loins to claim his first convert. Darren slumped half way into the water as his shoulders and arms were coated, then his torso and ass, finally his legs. Both young men were covered entirely in the goo as it continued to burrow deeper into their minds.

Darren was caught off guard by it all, but every bit of surprise and confusion he had, the symbiote tried to make up for. Both men remembered what it had felt like to awaken in the fifties, to explore their surroundings, and to see the fear on their creators' faces. They felt the fear of being barreled up and tossed into a lake. They knew the torture of isolation, of the cold and the dark before eventually the barrels deteriorated. They spread out into the water, the lake, but they couldn't make it out of their watery prison on their own. They were too weak, too diluted.... But the humans would give them strength, and in turn they would make the humans better...

Ajay felt the resolution that these beings would make him better in every way he wanted. He would be the best swimmer, the best lover, the best athlete... and Darren felt that his dreams would come true. He could please Ajay, he could be connected to him... but hopefully he could connect Kragen as well. Both men felt empowered as creatures of the night, but they couldn't always roam around that way.

The hardening latex goo unraveled along the seam of Daren's head before splitting out entirely, retracting and pulling back along his body to shape into a very specific and well featured swim suit. The goo on Ajay's body did the same, leaving the men looking almost entirely normal - other than the massive erections sticking out of their uniforms, covered in black. Ajay slowly licked his teeth before he lunged for Darren's cock, eager to return the favor he'd been so lucky to receive... One last celebration before they carried their new partners out of the lake and into the rest of the world.

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Trudging feet moved back up the steps of the bus as the students filed back in to their seats. The rest of the week at Clashing Creeks had been eventful, but the novelty had worn off quickly for Kragen. To his great despair, Ajay had won every event... and to his surprise, Darren had come in second every time. Kragen was proud for his friend and furious at his rival. As he leaned back against the window, though, it was clear something was off.

Kragen's brown eyes slowly rose up to look in the mirror, finding where Ajay was sitting in the back. His friends were chatting around him about how cool the races and relays were, or how excited they were to get back to civilization again, but Ajay was quiet and calm, collected... as if he was content just to sit there with his own thoughts.

It wasn't until the bus engine rumbled back to life that Kragen was shaken from his observations. The last of the students piled in, the bags were double checked, and the bus began the slow drive around the lake, turning its orientation back toward the long road home. Kragen wondered just what had changed during their stay at the lakes... Was it the confidence Ajay now had that helped him to win, or something else?

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Summer vacation had come to and end, but thanks to the camping trip, the swim team had managed to get back into the groove of things before the new semester had even started. While everyone else was scrambling to balance classes, a social life and their extra-curriculars, the pool was in full constant and well regulated use. There was free practice in the mornings and then a structured meet just before dinner. Well, on most days a late dinner. The north wall of the pool was three stories floor to ceiling windows, giving a perfect view of the fading sky.

The coach had run every kind of drill imaginable, and had tried to remind the team the lessons to hold on to from Clashing creeks. Water temperature could be an enemy or an ally, a variety of push off points was vital to adapt to rival pools, and there was more strategy than just completing one's move sets. Records could be beaten - and that fact alone had been proven in remarkable, astounding ways.

In the few short days that the term had been running, the swim team had broken every internal record they had. Team members were shaving off seconds with each lap, but the improvement was not across the board. Kragen sat on the bleachers, his chin resting in his hands, his elbows digging into his knees. He was looking down at those the coach had wanted to give some further tests to. Ajay and Darren had been the team darlings, but Tyson and Markus had been right at their heels. A few others had been brought down for the test, but Kragen knew it was a few red herrings to throw the others off the scent. The one thing all the fast swimmers had in common were the new uniforms...

Slick, black, glossy. They each hugged the muscular shoulders of the swimmers and showed off their chest and abs. It was a flattering fit but a strange material. There was a vague version of the school emblem washed out across the front, but other than that the suits were far from regulation. Kragen felt like it was an unfair advantage, but his protest had been cut short when Darren emerged wearing one. It had been as plain as a knife in his back. Ajay promised everyone that in enough time they could have one too, but it just made Kragen sick.

With a weary sigh, Kragen rose to his feet. He turned his back on the pool, on Ajay and Darren and the others. He didn't even turn around when the coach blew his whistle and the race was one. Kragen padded across the rough gritty cement, turned and crossed the threshold into the pool locker room.

Pool locker rooms were always on the edge of the disgusting. One typically tried to avoid athlete's feet in a variety of ways, but the hot, humid and barefoot traveled floor was rife with risks. There was even a tang in the air from the way the humidity interacted with the decades old canary yellow metal lockers. Kragen turned the corner to shower off but froze in place. The pool showers had never really offered any privacy at all, and the two current occupants had made no effort to find any.

Scott was one of the older members of the swim team at twenty one years and he towered above the others at six foot two. His blond hair was longer on the top and shaved on the sides in a pseudo mohawk of sorts, offsetting his bright naturally green eyes. His lanky form was covered in little more than a oily, shiny black Speedo... but even it was tugged down, allowing his long, uncut cock to stand up against his abs - or at least Kragen assumed that's where it would have been if it wasn't currently ground into another man's groin.

The lanky blond was wet humping his fellow team-mate Kris, their bodies engaging in a lusty, sinewy dance of tangled limbs and lips. Scott went at it like he had a great hunger and only Kris could satisfy it, sucking on his partner's bottom lip before breaking the kiss to lick and bite at the other's neck. Kris growled and returned the favor, his cinnamon toned hands sliding all up and down Scott's pale shoulders. Scott reached down and pulled the waistband of Kris' oily black Speedo back before letting it snap against his tight and firm ass.

Kragen blushed furiously and turned, trying not to make any noise as he left but each step became more awkward than the rest. Something was seriously wrong. It had been strange at first that their rankings had changes so much compared to last year, but now other lines were being blurred. Kris had been a notorious ladies man. They had spent almost three weeks wondering if Kris was the father to three different co-eds that had showed up pregnant. Him making out with Scott didn't make any sense... But they'd been so passionate, and during practice time too! Kragen left the gym behind and made it a few steps up before he realized he was still wearing a rather modest swim suit.

Once more Kragen started to blush. He had to get his clothes before he could leave the building, but there was no way of telling when the other two would be finished. Kragen slowly sat down on the steps and lowered his head again. He would know it was safe when the rest of his team started to leave, and for that all he had to do was wait. Kragen closed his eyes and tried to think of simpler times, times when everything worked in his favor. It might have been a dream, but it was a nice dream.

---

The spiced scent of tea rose up from the hot water in the mug, filling the morning air. Kragen blinked a little hazily as he sat in his chair, feeling the early rays of sunlight cross over campus and come through the window. Kragen wondered if he'd been insane when he'd signed up for a nine a.m. class, but at least it was on the day the swim team didn't have to meet in the morning. Kragen opened up the university web page and dunked his tea bag up and down, trying to hurry the steeping along when a link caught his eye.

With a quick, deft click of the mouse he isolated the link and opened it into a new tab. The page filled with a huge chart of rankings, the rankings for all the teams at the university. Kragen grunted with annoyance as he scrolled past football, basketball, soccer and lacrosse teams before finally getting to his own. Kragen dropped the tea bag, string and all, back into the hot water. He was the last one on the list.

Kragen nearly felt sick. His heart sunk in his chest and his stomach tightened. He'd worked so hard, he'd done so well until now. For a moment the young man wondered if he had truly been failing so bad. He knew that he was falling behind the others, but he assumed it was because they were getting unnaturally good. In a desperate attempt to preserve what little ego he had left, he checked through the charts and felt at least a miniscule bit of hope. His times had not fallen. It was the rest of the team which had gotten better.

The young man leaned back in his seat, contemplating the possibilities. The only overt change were the new uniforms. They were sleek, of course, and stylish, but they had to be made of some new material that cut drag or something. The only other possibility was that the entire team was taking performance enhancing drugs, something to give them that extra boost. Whether it was one or the other, he had to know.

Kragen looked over at the clock. It was seven forty eight in the morning. Normally he'd be heading out to the commissary to get some food before scuttling his way to class... but he was stubborn and impatient. The mystery surrounding his team had deepened and he had to get answers even if it was hard and uncomfortable... as uncomfortable as it had been in the locker room with his teammates making out.

"That's it!" he murmured, wincing for a moment before remembering that Darren had already left that morning. Kragen stood up from his chair and moved over to his closet, rummaging around for clothing. If it was just the suits, there was a chance one of the team members left one in their locker. If it was drugs, there was also a chance. Either way, Kragen had to know, even if he missed breakfast and class.

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It was always amazing to Kragen how automatic things could become. One got used to the path they took, the manual steps involved in a process until it was all muscle memory. The walk to the athletic building had been almost surreal. Kragen had tried not to be seen, having to dart into the botanical gardens at one point before resuming his journey. He'd taken the back way into the building and moved down the stairs. The smell of the pool was reassuring and comforting, but he couldn't let it lull him into a false sense of security. The heavy metal door to the locker room was eased open, Kragen being smart enough to hesitate in the gesture just long enough to avoid the part that squeaked.

Moving in, Kragen thought he'd be in the clear. There were no meets and only the swim team and water polo team used the pool... but all was not silent. Kragen moved quickly into one of the banks of lockers, trying to keep clear of anyone that might see. Sure, his presence could be easily explained under most circumstances, but if he was caught rummaging through his team's lockers there would be no getting out of it. It seemed better to avoid being noticed entirely.

"Kragen?" came a whisper. Kragen nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around to come eye to eye with one of his other teammates, Issac. Like Kragen, Isaac had fallen to the bottom of the list. Issac was a bit taller than Kragen but thinner, his muscles not as well developed. His cinnamon toned skin was contrasted by his bleach blond hair.

"Issac, what are you doing here?" Kragen whispered. Issac's eyebrows lowered.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. Kragen winced.

"Something's going on with the team..." Kragen murmured in reply. Issac's eyes got big once more.

"I know, right? I..." Issac's voice trailed off.

"I think it's either the suits or drugs." Kragen replied. Issac nodded in sad agreement, "We should work together, figure this out."

"I think someone's using the showers though, but they've been in there a while. We have to be careful." Issac said.

"Well, if they're in the shower than maybe they aren't looking at their lockers." Kragen said with hope. The two nodded and then began advancing, moving around the lockers to their section. Kragen's eyes surveyed what they were up against. Some had pad locks, some had combination locks, and a few didn't leave anything in their lockers when they weren't there. Kragen reached into his pocket and fished around for the pins he'd brought.

Kragen's heart was racing. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he knew who he'd start with. Kragen moved right over to Ajay's locker. His rival, his enemy, his competition. If he could dethrone the king there was a chance for the others to get out safely before the empire collapsed. Kragen started working at the lock, trying to pick it, glancing over his shoulder every so often. Issac, meanwhile, was moving around to the next row, looking for a locker that was easier prey. As he came around one more row, though, he froze.

Past the lockers, across the yellow tiles, standing in the open showers was not one, not two, but seven of his team members. Ajay stood in the center, basking in the attention from Darren and Kris and the others. They were rubbing and writhing, and Issac soon realized they were doing far more. They were all garbed in their sleek black swim suits, showing off their nipples and abs, showing off every detail, but it showed off too much. Their uniforms were molded around their members, their manhoods sleek and black and profiled by the material.

Issac froze in place, looking at them in shock and awe. Was this the secret to their success? Was it a new level of teamwork that he had never before considered? The tension between Ajay and Kragen had been there from the start, but this cohesion... Issac's musings faltered though as he saw something change on the swim suits covering the men in the shower. The black material almost ripples, matte and glossy parts shifting like chameleon skin. There were minute changes every few seconds. It was almost hypnotic.

Ajay basked in the center of the orgy, fondling and groping his fellow team members. He pushed Darren against the tiled wall and came up behind him. His aching cock had grown several inches since starting his new life at the lake. He brought his tool up to the muscled cleft of Darren's ass and rubbed his cock against it a few times before he tilted, pushing in. If the uniforms had been any normal material it would have tensed up and kept him from entering, but the black stretched like bubble gum, letting Ajay's obsidian black cock plunge into the depths of his partner. He started to fuck and buck and thrust like wild fire, leaving Darren moaning and writhing on the wall like a bitch in heat.

A small drop of drool escaped Issac's lip as he watched. But it wasn't just Ajay and Darren. Kris and Scott were right up in there. Scott crouched down and started suckling at Darren's dangling meat while Kris massaged Ajay's back. Tyson was nuzzling into Ajay's arms, and Evan from the wrestling team was even there, wearing a wrestling singlet from the same material, basking in the pleasure with the rest of them.

Issac took a step forward against his will, toward the others, almost drawn in as if by gravity. Those serving Ajay were blind to their lusts, but Ajay's head slowly turned, his eyes meeting with Issac's. Issac took another step, then another, causing Ajay's smile to grow. The black uniform on his body began to stretch out, oozing down over his arms and hands, dripping and spiraling down his legs and feet. It climbed up his neck and stretched over his head, closing into place before two crescent white eyeprints emerged from the liquid, gazing into Issac's soul. The lips of the creature parted to reveal fangs and a long, prehensile tongue.

Every natural instinct told Issac that he should be afraid of what was ahead, but like a moth to the flame he was drawn in. Ajay reached out with one hand toward Issac, but before he got close enough to touch several black oozing tentacles parted from his arms and snapped out. One latched around Issac's neck, another his wrist, tugging the young man forward into the heap. Issac tried to yelp but soon he was surrounded by latex clad muscle men writhing in a sea of pleasure.

Ajay brought his lips down and pressed them to Issac's, a tongue plunging down through his mouth and into his throat. Issac started to gag, but the latex tentacle around his throat massaged and manipulated the flesh until it relaxed and let Ajay's tongue plunge ever deeper. The tentacle around his wrist began to pump more mass down its length, causing the latex to spill out across his wrist and hand before creeping up his arm. Soon the liquid around his throat began to spread as well, dripping downward. As it hit Issac's clothes, the fabric began to hiss and burn, splitting out and tearing, falling in scraps.

The wrestler moved up behind Issac, grabbing at his pants. The belt snapped, the pants sagged, the underwear was torn at and then he felt it. Issac's virgin ass cheeks were probed by an incredibly thick, meaty, black latex covered cock. Issac tried to make a noise, but his throat was filled. The wrestler reached around and began to tease and pinch and twist Issac's nipples while hands from others came in to massage his stomach and legs. Issac got hard at once, his eyes wide and glazing over.

It was hard to put into words, but it felt like the physical manifestation of true acceptance. They wanted him... he was wanted. They wanted him to be like them, and he wanted that too. He started bucking his erecting cock into the air, feeling it flop around and slap his stomach and balls before soon a fang filled mouth came around it, a long tentacle like tongue spiraling around the meat, drawing on it.

Again Issac writhed and shuddered in silent ecstasy, giving in entirely. As if sensing his compliance, the encroaching black material began to move faster. The swimmer had one black covered arm and most of his pectorals and back were encased. The two covered portions met up at his shoulder and tingled where they combined before spreading down his spine and stomach faster. Baby tendrils spiraled down his right arm in a double helix before each portion filled in, rendering his upper body coated.

Waves of throbbing, pulsating and tingling sensation radiated into Issac's body beneath the goo. His flesh felt invigorated, his muscles felt stronger than ever before and his blood felt warmer. If anything, he felt lighter rather than heavier or constrained. The goo was drawing nutrients from his blood and flesh and offering in return enhancements beyond any human's wildest dreams.

Issac bucked between the mouth around his cock and the cock in his ass, growing ever more daring and less shy with each moment. He had discovered the secret of the team, but it was something Kragen didn't know... Kragen was out there, all alone, unaware of the bliss that awaited him. Issac tried to tell Ajay, but the tongue down his throat prevented him from speaking. He merely moaned and writhed before the urgency began to fade once more and he gave into basking in the orgy. Before long Issac was covered from neck to toe in the black goo, barely aware of the shuddering click coming from the lockers a few rows over.

Kragen winced as the sound echoed, but he froze in place to try and reduce its impact. Glancing around, he assumed no one had heard. It was time to get to work. He reached in and riffled through Ajay's things, finding his cologne and his school books. It seemed he used the locker far more than many, but there was no sign of anything to hold his swim uniform and keep it from getting the rest of his possessions wet.

There were no stashes of cash, no cell phone full of incriminating phone numbers, no vials or needles or bottles of illicit substances. Everything that Kragen had been hoping for was absent. He'd come so far and yet could still prove nothing. Deciding that avoiding being caught and punished was more important than his vendetta at the moment, Kragen carefully returned everything to where it had once been before he closed the locker and repositioned the lock. Returning his tools to his pocket, he slowly backed up and looked around.

"Issac?" he asked in a loud whisper, peeking around, "Issac?" he repeated. In the distance there was a muffled murmur. Kragen slowly crept around the corner, looking up, gasping in shock. The shower room was full of men covered in black latex like material. It hugged their muscles, their cocks, everything... Some of the men he recognized from the team, but the biggest one in the center was fully covered. He looked like some creature out of a horror movie or a comic book... and he was kissing Issac. As Kragen watched on in horror, the black goo slipped up his throat, across his chin, over his ears and cheeks and hair before it closed across his face.

The goo rippled and shifted, and then in a shocking moment Issac's body seemed to expand. His pectorals pumped out, his abs hardened, his legs lengthened and his arms thickened. The creature sucking his groin pulled back, letting the midnight black cock flick upwards. Before Kragen's eyes, it too grew longer and thicker and rounder, surpassing any average size to be a source of great pride. Issac's newly covered face slowly began to shift as sticky strings of latex snapped apart, revealing fangs as the coloring over the eyes changed to a light white. A new brother had been born to the team.

"Oh my god..." Kragen murmured. Several sets of eyes turned to him. Kragen swallowed, realizing what a mistake he'd made. He turned and bolted, heading out the heavy metal door and up the stairs. He could hear faint, light, fast steps behind him. The door burst open behind as the team was coming after him. Kragen summoned every ounce of speed he had, propelling him out of the side door of the athletic building and down the sidewalk toward the dormitories.

The men emerging from the building shifted back a little, their latex hoods retracting to reveal human features. The goo covering their bodies resumed the guise of uniforms, looking like wrestling singlets, running outfits and full body swim suits. The more human appearance cost them some speed but let them move through the cover of daylight. Ajay was the last to emerge and let the others chase after Kragen... but Ajay knew he would get away. Ajay knew Kragen was too smart.

The path Kragen took through the parking lot outside Smithe hall was an intelligent one, restricting the movements of his pursuers. It gave him just enough of a head start to plan his next move. He worked toward the street, glancing up with hope beyond hope - a wish the universe seemed inclined to grant. A bus was pulling up to the university, hissing as the brakes stopped it and the door opened.

Passengers began spilling out. Kragen gulped more and he moved through the crowd before they had fully exited, causing the people to curse and grumble at him, but once he was on the bus he apologized profusely to the driver and the disembarking passengers. Kragen fumbled in his wallet and dropped the coins into the podium before he turned and looked out of the bus. Darren, Kris and Scott were right there, looking at him.

"Getting on?" The driver asked.

"They're just here to see me off..." Kragen murmured. The doors slowly shut and the bus began to lurch forward. Kragen nearly was knocked down. He moved over to find a seat, looking out of the side window as they left the school behind. His mind reeled from the revelation. The team had gotten good because they had been turned into some sort of monsters and they had turned Issac in mere moments. Whatever this thing was, it had to be stopped... and Kragen was more certain than ever that Ajay was at the center of it all.