Biker Enix
Co-written by Gunadz.
The skies were dark with thick clouds. They had been threatening to rain all day but they had brought a welcome respite to the far too hot weather that had plagued the valley for a week. Classes had ended early, giving even more time to the long weekend. Big parties were planned on campus but nothing had broken yet. The streets were lined with college kids walking to the store to procure what they needed to make it through the coming excitement. The pool hall was full, the corner bistro was bustling, people were even combing through the auto dealership a few blocks away despite the bad economy. Every kind of car, bike, and scooter imaginable were displayed, outside the shop and inside, two sides of the dealership nothing but windows to display everything inside.
Some people had all the luck which, of course, meant that others had none. Redan was one of the latter. Sure he had the smarts and decent looks, but when it came to things of chance, he usually got screwed over. Take today for instance. Today had been a great day. He had received a mid-term back that had turned out better than expected, he had just gotten offered an internship for the coming summer and he found out that his last tuition check had actually gone through without issue. Still, with a single glance up after he left the office building which housed the linguistics department, he knew that he wouldn't make it back to his dorm in time. A crack of thunder later and the rain began. It seemed light at first and for a brief moment Red thought he might be able to make it back to campus not soaking wet. He was wrong. A single block later and he was chilled to the bone. Seeing the bright inviting lights of the dealership, he quickly hurried inside, hoping that the salespeople wouldn't just kick him back out onto the street.
The dealership was dry and inviting, especially as the water came down the likes of which Red had never seen before, pelting the sidewalk, collecting on the roads, building up fast. It wouldn't be long before the cars sent waves out around them on the streets. A tv in the back showed a newscast about the sudden severity of the storm but how it was moving over the area quickly. As Red looked around however, it felt as if he was in an oasis. The sleekest sports cars, the toughest trucks, the most advanced motorcycles... The best of the best were all around him, glittering in metal flake paint and chrome, in spinner hubcaps or classic models. There was a strange atmosphere around the place, a compelling one.
Red nodded sheepishly to one of the salespeople who crinkled her nose at his appearance. A t-shirt and ratty jeans weren't typically the attire of their clientele, especially when the jeans weren't ripped on purpose. Trying to duck away from the odd looks, he ducked into a side room in search of a bathroom to dry off in. Instead he discovered a beauty and couldn't help but stare. The bike was unlike anything he had ever seen before and had been heavily customized if it hadn't been built custom from the ground up. Always and admirer and never a rider, he shook his head as if to clear a strange vision from his mind. The bike was sophisticated and very artistic. It certainly didn't seem American, the engine was covered in a tough metal frame. It was sleek but heavy, not likely to tip over and lots of power. It was black with silver detailing, the seat carefully contoured. It almost looked like something out of a science fiction film.
The sopping wet young man looked around almost guiltily before walking up to the bike and running a hand down its side. He shivered as if a chill had run down his spine, in reality it was due to his body losing heat at a rapid rate due to wetness. Still, he raised a leg over the side and straddled the beast hesitantly. It felt right, very right... and also very expensive. Still a man could dream, couldn't he? Balancing the bike between his legs, Red reached out and grabbed the handle bars. Leaning forward and raising one leg as if he were riding, he could virtually feel the wind rushing by. The fantasies came to Red easier than usual... He could feel the wind against him, the moonlight... It was cool, but it felt nice... refreshing... right. He could imagine his clothes, tight and showing off his muscles... No fear whatsoever... He could feel moving through the streets of town, the streetlights all glittering in worship of him... His province.
As if possessed, Red lifted his other leg into position. The bike balanced for a precious few seconds before teetering over the edge and falling to the floor with a clatter. Fortunately for the poor college student's bank account, the bike was undamaged. Unfortunately for the poor college student's health insurance rates, the bike landed right on top of him. The sudden crushing pain brought his mind back to the present and he let out a sharp gasp of pain. The bike, though sleek and powerful and undoubtedly fast, was heavy. Very heavy.
"I see you've gotten up close and personal with the Enix." a young man chuckled, rushing over. He helped lift the bike off of Red, looking down at the man with a wide smile before offering him a hand. The young man was quite a sight, dressed in form fitting leather with intricate patterns of white and silver much like the bike. His hair was swept into a silver fauxhawk and his skin was rather pale. Deep teal eyes regarded the young rider. He had muscles but still seemed soft somehow. It was a strange combination.
"Th-th-thanks..." Red's voice seemed to peter out as he took the man's hand. Back on his feet, his face flushed when he realized what had just happened. Fortunately it seemed as if the man before him was the only one who had seen the incident. Taking another, closer, look at the man, Redan's breath hitched in his throat witch caused him to cough right about the same time a sneeze tickled his nose. The effects was both impressive and pitiable. The boy was on the verge of getting sick and seemed pretty miserable at that point. The force of the two caused him to seize up and double over in pain as he struggled to catch his breath.
"You're a right mess." The young man said, "Let's get you changed..." The punk led Red over to a side office, opening the door. He moved in and riffled around before he pulled out a towel, a bottle of red liquid and some clothes. "Dry off and change, let me know if those aren't the right size. The guy from Sports cars has some things but they're a bit jocky for my tastes. If you want I have some stuff that fights the cold pretty well. Just shut the door and come out when you're ready... There aren't any valuables in there either so don't try to steal." He smirked.
Drying his hair first, red groaned when it spiked every which way. It wouldn't settle down again until the next time he showered. Removing his t-shirt first and then his jeans, he winced as his cold damp boxers clung to his thighs. Before pulling them off, he quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, exposing his rather defined chest to any who would care to watch. Groping around the pile of new clothing, he picked up a rather odd feeling pair of underwear, but shrugged it off as he slipped them on. They were tight, tighter than he would normally wear, but they felt good. Everything that the punk had given him were outside his normal realm of clothing, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
In the mirror in the office Red looked completely different. He had on a warm, incredibly soft, comfortable hoodie that made him look like some of the tougher kids on campus along with dark denim pants that contoured to his body but were thick enough to protect him from anything on a bike. They seemed well worn but quite clean. It was a rather trendy outfit. Somewhere in his mind, Red wondered how a sales associate could afford threads that just oozed overpriced. Still, it wasn't his place to question a person who was helping him out. Grabbing the bottle, he opened the door while running a hand through his hair in a vain attempt to tame it. Looking up, he met the punk's gaze and grinned sheepishly. "Thanks alot..." Red stuck out a hand. "My names Redan, by the way..."
"That's a unique name. I'm Marcus." he said, "And I'd be glad to help anyone who fancies my designs." he smirked, "Do you want to test drive it?"
"Y-you designed that?" Red left out a low whistle and shook his head. "Thats downright impressive. I mean, I'd love to try it out, but there's no way I could ever afford it., I'd probably just end up wrecking it."
"It's resilient. Besides, this is the display model." Marcus smiled, "The weather's cleared up, you can go ahead... I want you to enjoy it, maybe you'll tell your rich friends." he smirked.
"Well, I mean I don't have any gear or anything either..." Redan muttered as he found himself running out of excuses.
"What sort of gear do you want?" Marcus asked, gazing into Redan's eyes, practically reading his soul.
Redan shivered and licked his lips. Before he could even think, his answer spilled forward. "Anything that'll make me look like the bike was made for me and only for me." Something was wrong with his mind, it seemed crystal clear and well ordered for the first time in his life. Marcus grinned deeply at that, his canine teeth seeming abnormally long.
"I'll get just the stuff, but you better drink that cold treatment. I want you well enough to bring back the bike." Marcus smirked, heading off across the floor for a utility closet.
Redan nodded. Listening to Marcus seemed like a good idea, he would know best. He was the designer after all. Taking the small bottle, he twisted the lid off and sniffed. Nothing seemed off and he downed the liquid quickly. A quick spasm of pain ripped through his mind and he winced, grabbing his forehead and clenching his eyes shut. When he reopened them, everything seemed to be just a little sharper. The stuff really did work.
The cold left his body and bones. He felt healthier than he had in some time. Each breath took in more oxygen. It even seemed brighter around the room, as if the sun had come out even though it
hadn't. The shirt felt a little snugger around him. The bike seemed to beckon to him, to call to him, begging to be turned on. Walking over to the Enix, Red placed a hand on its ignition and smiled when a warmth shot up his arm. Everything seemed right, but he couldn't go not yet. He hadn't yet been approved by the designer. Well that, and he didn't have the keys. In all the excitement, the young man's inability to actually ride was replaced with a cool confidence.
Marcus returned, holding in his arms what seemed to be the finest in Japanese riding leathers. Form fitting with intricate patterns. There were elements of metal on the gloves, pockets, in various places. The outfit looked as though it was part of the bike. He even had a helmet that seemed to exude bad assness, the visor tinted.
"They're beautiful..." Red whispered huskily as he picked up the leathers. Sleek and beautiful, the two pieces of protective gear exuded confidence and drew his eye towards it. Looking up at Marcus hopefully, he took the proffered pieces and retreated to the office, not even bothering to close the door. Hastily discarding the hoodie and jeans, the excited young man looked down hesitantly before shucking his underwear as well. Looking down, he slipped his right leg into the leathers and gasped as it seemed to suck his leg down into it.
The leathers contoured to his leg, making it look as if he was incredibly well muscled. It even went over his feet, looking as if he was wearing powerful, thick boots. Marcus watched, licking his fangs gently, dreaming of what was to come, wishing he could have designed a faster method.
Placing his other leg in, he began to pull the leathers up until they came up to his ass. Positioning the crotch, his knees buckled when his quickly hardening member slipped into a pre-lubed sheath. Sitting on his calves, he winced when something invaded his ass. He would have protested. Redan would have ripped the suit off as quickly as possible, but it all felt so right. Placing both of his arms in the suit, he quickly zippered up the front of the suit. Getting to his feet, he attempted to put the helmet, but found that with the added bulk he was unable to lift his arms above his head. He looked at Marcus sheepishly. "Uh, a little help?"
"Don't worry about that... I'll help. You have to break in the suit." Marcus said, moving over. He lifted the helmet up, moving it over Red's head. The office was cramped and Marcus had to press against Red's back. He felt his cock slip deeper into the sheath, the rubber almost massaging him as it pulled away from the rest of the suit. Marcus lowered the helmet over Red's head until it settled into place on his neck, the rubber practically fusing to the helmet.
Gone was the slightly awkward college student, in his place was a dark, mysterious biker with bulk that could match the best on the football team. His normally unremarkable six inch dick stood ramrod straight from his body, quivering as if ready to blow. Glancing down, Red breathed deeply as his dick seemed to expand beyond the realm of the normal and into that of the extraordinary. "This is amazing..."
Marcus pressed against Red, reaching around to massage Red through the suit, humping against him gently. The rubber coated him thicker, soaking into his skin gently, his bloodstream. After a moment the high in his mind grew even greater. He knew he was a master of the road, he could have anything or anyone he wanted... Even his bike was a tool for his power and pleasure. He continued to grow, his nipples pressing against the rubber, making finite details that Marcus soon massaged. His cock was encased in rubber, ribbed and slightly pointed, looking like the god of all cocks. Inside the mask Red's mouth changed, his teeth growing sharper, distinct fangs.
Red groaned as new knowledge flooded his mind. Every curve of the road was his new delight and the Enix was his loyal steed. He bowed to no man except for the Creator. Yes, the Creator, his sire. He was the creation and lived to serve the Creator. It was his role in the world. Feeling his master's hands on him, he let out a hiss of pleasure.
"I've longed for this for so long..." Marcus whispered, "You can become one with the Enix... I envy you." Marcus whispered, running his tongue over the rubber of Red's suit slowly,
"And you can recruit an army of road warriors..." He panted gently.
Hearing the Creator peak like that sent a shiver down Redan's spine. He was envied. As Marcus' tongue ran down his suit, the thought of an army of warriors excited him to no end. Yes, the glory of the creator must surely be known. Sensing his master's need, he grabbed leaned backwards grinding his ass into his creator's crotch. Marcus moaned gently. He humped that rubber suit, making slight squeaks.
"You have a potent tool... You can bring yourself and others unimaginable pleasure... You can grant them the gift you've been given, or turn them into mindless slaves connected to your needs and desires. Respect your suit and your bike... Love them in a way I haven't been able to... Let it become one with you... You'll become the ultimate biker." Marcus said. Red felt taller, stronger, his cock was well over two feet long now, pulsating. He could feel every inch of it.
The rubber biker moaned as he leaned forward. The rubber around his ass thinned and parted leaving his hole exposed for his master and only his master. "Master, this gift... it is too much..." Redan muttered as he fought to control his urges.
"One day... I pray you can learn how to share it with me..." Marcus murmured, rubbing his cock against Red's ass, groaning happily.
"Please Master, take me..." Redan said as he felt Marcus' sword at his entrance. The Enix was forgotten for the time being.