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Joel didn't know how long he had been asleep, only that the sun was up by the time he awoke and Byron was nowhere to be found. Panic seemed like the only option at a time like this, but somehow Joel managed to resist as he slid off the spunk-soaked mattress. The tiger's body still ached from the workout Byron had given him last night, his muscles screaming in protest as he commanded his legs to move.

There was one thing about living in a dorm full of hung over jocks, but another to have a four hundred pound demonic muscle beast running loose in said dorm. Joel did his best to wipe off as much cum from his fur as he could, before hastily pulling on a shirt and some pants before peeking cautiously into the deserted corridors. As he expected, the coast was clear, the majority of the buildings occupants unconscious from the drunken party last night.

Joel slipped into the hallway, quiet as a jailbird. The bulk of his bullies might have been hung over in their beds, but there were always that small handful of battle hardened jocks lifting weights wherever they went. Joel didn't feel like becoming a 'weight rack' today, especially not with Byron running about. There was no telling what the demon would be capable off, let alone what might happen if someone actually saw him.

His mind running wild, Joel hurried down the stairs, slowing down and tiptoeing past unconscious bodies as he descended to the lower floors. The tiger even paused to check some of them; leaving only when he was sure they simply had too much to drink the previous night. Frat boys littered the lower levels, asleep and smelling strongly of malted beverages, Joel skipped past the bulk of them, nearly sprinting down the staircases until an aromatic scent caught him midway.

Was somebody... cooking?

Following it eventually led Joel to the kitchens, the scent coiling through his nostrils as he stopped at the double doors. Joel didn't know what to think. He should be looking for Byron but the smell was almost too good to resist. Nobody here ever cooked in the kitchens, anyone doing so ran the risk of getting attacked by legions brainless jocks and several pounds of milk, eggs and flour. Joel himself had been 'caked' several times on occasion, and had refused to go anywhere near the kitchen until now.

The tiger pressed his paws against the cold steel, pushing the doors open as a rush of air surged into his face, the spiciness and the sweetness of fine cuisine burning entire trails down into his lungs. Joel stumbled, overwhelmed, his knees crumbling before a brawny pair of arms reached out to catch him.

"I didn't think you'd get up this early," cooed the mega-muscled, mega-endowed, green-furred hell beast, "I haven't even made your portion yet."

Joel was about to ask what Byron meant by his portion, but the demon's hulking chest muscles appeared out of nowhere, smothering his face as Byron massaged him with his heaving pecs. The tiger felt himself melting like butter, his cock hardening madly in the stallion's manly embrace. Before he knew it Joel was hanging onto Byron on his own accord, desperate for more of the demon's mad loving.

He was wearing an apron today, the material deliberately pulled to its limits across the expanse of Byron's enormous body. So much so that every inch of fabric only served to accentuate the lean cuts of muscle that bulged from his monstrous frame. Joel vaguely wondered how tight the strings must have been behind him, but then Byron spoke again, his deep voice thrilling him to the very core of his being.

"You should sit down, Master Joel." Byron was almost purring now, his muscles flexing awesomely as he peeled Joel off his chest. The tiger put up a weak struggle, before the demon all but plucked him off and plopped him onto a chair beside the nearest dining table. Joel turned scarlet, struggling to control himself as Byron kissed him before drifting back to his cooking. The monster was stark naked under that apron, his rippling bubble butt flexing and tensing and bouncing with every step, so slowly and powerfully Joel was sure Byron was doing it for his benefit. He could even see Byron's enormous, flaccid tool slapping against his over-muscled thighs from behind him. The demon's swollen, cantaloupe-sized testicles were dangling heavily from his crotch, interfering with his movement and crashing against his quads like wrecking balls.

Joel knew his behaving was inappropriate, but it was all he could do to keep himself from pouncing onto Byron from behind. The stallion was clearly frying something, and while Joel knew the demon wouldn't budge an inch if the tiger came crashing onto him, he wasn't about to do something so dangerous.

So instead, Joel forced his attention to the contents of the table. Byron had either woken up early for this, or he was a better chef than Joel could guess. The dining table was one of many, big enough to seat four and piled with enough food to feed a quarter of the population here. Everywhere Joel looked there seemed to be bowls of rice and noodles stacked neatly against each other. There were plates of fragrant vegetables, sautéed mushrooms, bowls of mushroom stew, and even giant blocks of tofu covered in some kind of spicy, sweet-sour smelling sauce or dressing. Joel knew he was drooling, even as Byron emptied another pan of fried veggies onto the mountain of greens already present on the table. There was just one thing about all this food that sparked his curiosity.

"There's no meat," Joel remarked, clutching his lips before he could stop himself, "I mean... not that this isn't..."

And suddenly Byron was behind him, his hulking green body pressing hotly against the back of Joel's head as his herculean arms wrapped around the defenceless tiger. The demons chiselled, fanged visage came down and nuzzled the sides of his face before the monster finally spoke.

"This is all for me Master Joel," Byron purred, his lips teasing the sides of Joel's ears, "I didn't think you would wake up so early so I held yours back. A warm breakfast is always a good breakfast wouldn't you say?"

"You're vegetarian?" Joel blurted in shock as Byron drifted back to his cooking, "B-But... your teeth, I mean... you have fangs!"

"Oh you shouldn't feed me any meat, as in meat meat, meat by-products like barbeque sauce are fine."

"Why? And since when did barbeque sauce become a meat product?"

"We demons have this... setting... often referred to as Beast Mode." Byron replied. His demure calm despite the flames raging from the contents of his frying pan, "There are various triggers, the easiest of which is to feed us foods our mortal counterparts don't naturally eat."

"And since you're a horse... you can't eat meat?"

"Yep, carnivores should be kept away from carrots and all that other stuff... and your breakfast is done!"

Byron slid a plate toward him, and Joel felt his eyes widening in awe as the stallion emptied a pan's worth of prime cuts onto his plate. Each piece of meat had been seared to perfection, dripping in a delicious-smelling dressing and glistening like diamonds. Despite the threat of burning himself, Joel plunged a claw into the nearest piece and devoured it, squirming with joy as the succulent cut all but melted into his mouth.

"Like it?" Byron asked, a mischievous grin splitting his face in two.

Joel vaguely remembered giving the affirmative, squeals of joy overtaking his senses as he forced more meat into his mouth. Byron sat opposite him, stripping himself of his apron and baring his massive chest for all to see. The slices of meat might have been delicious beyond anything Joel had tasted before, but Byron's nipples were beyond the tiger's wildest dreams, so thick and firm and almost begging for him to bite them. Joel made a mental note to himself to do just that later on, even as the stallion dug into his own vegetarian breakfast, every move deliberately calculated for maximum pectoral exposure.

"There are other things you should know about my Beast Mode." Byron continued, somehow materialising beside him without Joel seeing him move, "It can also be triggered by abstaining from sex and getting angry, the former being our version of what mortals call blue balls."

"So you go into Beast Mode if you don't have sex?" Joel asked, his voice muffled from his overstuffed mouth.

"Jerking off is enough actually," Byron replied, turning slightly to indicate the apple-shaped tattoo that had been burned into the side of his rippling muscle-butt, "but since you branded me, the only way I can cum is if you let me. That huge mess I made back in your bedroom, well that was because you let me."

Byron's heaving chest muscles were against his face now, dripping with barbeque sauce as Joel nuzzled it against his furry cheek. The delicious flavours were mixing in with the stallion's raunchy naughtiness, the taste of musk and testosterone almost overpowering the spiciness and sweetness of the sauce.

"And, that's how most mortal masters meet their ends. Hardly anyone can resist watching their pet demon hulking out of his clothes. It happened to me a few hundred or so years ago if I remember right. My owner chained me up and bolted me onto a wall for close to a week, he was already the ruler by this time, thanks to me of course, and he had gathered all his subjects to watch me hulking out of my chains."

"And then what happened?" Joel asked, suddenly realising he was sitting on Byron's lap, facing the demon with his legs wrapped around his ridiculously muscled waist, his face buried between Byron's hairy pecs.

"Well, the first things to grow were always my claws. They were unnaturally huge at first, but then muscle would start erupting from every inch of me." Byron was almost growling now, meaty paws turning Joel around until the back of the tiger's head was against him, giving him an unprecedented view of his bulging arms.

"You should have seen my forearms that time, there were these thick coils of muscle that snaked and twisted themselves around my arms until I could see every fibre bulging and swelling beneath my furry skin. My brawny biceps began thickening so rapidly I actually thought my arm wouldn't lengthen in time. If only I could show you what happened, my biceps and triceps were literally fighting for space and it was all my shoulders could do was grow faster than them to keep them on my arm."

"Oh and that's when my chest started hulking out, each muscle group exploding as though bombs were going off under them, growing so massive and so fucking huge I shredded the heavy chains that bound me. My lats began swelling and flaring out so dramatically it was pushing my arms off at an angle. If you think my traps are fucking mountains right now then my Beast Mode neck muscles will blow your mind out of the water. A pillar crashed into my neck later that day and the only reason I noticed it was because it covered me in brown dust."

"Byron I-"

"My waist is the one thing that doesn't muscle up to ridiculous portions, my back might grow wider than hell and bulge with more muscle than ten mortals combined, but my waist always remains narrow, chiselled but packed with so much muscle I once crushed diamonds between each abdominal crunch."

"This is too m-"

"And my legs become so packed with muscle the ground literally quakes not because of my titanic weight, but because what I think are gentle footfalls are actually stomps powerful enough to flatten steel. My entire body might be hairy now, but it gets fucking bestial thanks to all the extra testosterone produced by my balls when I enter Beast Mode."

"Please Byron I-"

"I haven't talked about my cock right? Well that thing grows so fucking monstrous the head ends up growing too massive for me to fit into my mouth, and my shaft becomes so long I can barely reach my cockhead when its fully erect, with my hands! So yeah, sucking myself off is out of the question. But-"

Whatever Byron was going to say was cut off by a loud wail from his little master as Joel's orgasm rocketed to the surface, splattering the inside of his shorts as he jerked uncontrollably against Byron's hairy muscles. The tiger's imagination was running wild at the fantasy of Byron muscling up even more, but even as Joel's orgasm calmed, he could sense something the demon had not yet told him.

"Is Master Joel all satisfied from Byron's little storytelling session?" the demon purred, hefting the panting, gasping Joel off his lap and nuzzling him against his hairy chest. "How would you like to take a bath with your over-muscled, massively endowed sex slave? Hmm?"

"No! W-wait I mean yes! B-but... people could see y-you!" Joel shook his heads, taking in several deep breaths to clear his thoughts before continuing.

"And what happened then Byron, after you hulked out of your chains?"

"Oh I sunk the guy's island and the civilisation with it. I think it was called Atlantia... Atlantis? Something that starts with an A I'm sure."

"What!"

"Yeah we can't exactly control ourselves when we enter Beast Mode. The entire point of our existence will shift to destruction, violence and sex, nothing else will matter as long as we are in Beast Mode. Like I said before, that's how most mortal masters meet their ends, getting too curious about Beast Mode and forcing the change onto their demon slaves. That's also the central theme in Hell's wrestling scene, where competitors are forced to change so the ensuing violence and sex attracts just about every demon in Hell. And the same also goes for marriage and unions and-"

"Wait, wait Byron, hold on," Joel interrupted, "You killed your previous master? I thought you couldn't do that once he branded you."

"Well..."

"Let me guess, Beast Mode?"

"Pretty much."

Joel felt his mouth drying up at the revelation. He knew there had been a catch to his little situation, so Byron had some sort of trigger that would turn him into a murderous, hulking monster twisted enough to revel exclusively in sex and destruction. That shouldn't be hard to stop right? All he had to do was keep the demon away from meat, keep him happy, and jerk him off every now and then so he doesn't grow into some sex crazed hell beast. How hard could that be?

Joel tilted his head to regard his muscular demonic servant. The stallion's fangs were bared, that long tongue wetting his lips as he admired the mess the tiger had made in his pants. Joel swallowed, shivering slightly as Byron's monstrous cock rose up to greet him, throbbing madly and oozing copious amounts of musky pre.

Today was going to be a _long_day.

***

Dressing Byron had been harder than expected, with the bulk of (his former roommate) Jeffery's old clothes now in tatters all over the floor. And despite the best of his efforts, Joel could not force himself to stay mad at Byron for more than five seconds.

"Well it's not my fault his clothes are so shabby, and I don't see why I have to dress up just to follow you to the supermarket."

"Because Byron," Joel scowled, shoving the ruined pile of fabric into a corner and tossing his bag onto it, "one measly leather collar does not constitute as being clothed."

"I could add some wrist bands if you want."

"No!" Joel wailed, flopping onto his bed in defeat, "I need you to appear normal! I can't let anyone know you're some monstrous hell beast who could destroy an entire civilisation just because you didn't cum for a few days!"

"You don't have to keep me a secret you know, the first thing my previous-previous owner did was parade me all around town, for two nights if I may add."

Joel was just about to retort when a devilish idea struck him. The tiger chastised himself for taking so long, sex was a huge part of this demon's existence after all, and if looking gorgeous and sexy was part of the package...

"Wait." Joel stated, stronger and firmer than he expected, "You're right, I _could_benefit from parading you and all those gorgeous muscles around. But we're going to do it the modern way, and that means you have to swagger around in ultra-tight clothing that shows off every inch of your frigging massive body."

"Including an obscene bulge?"

"Including your obscene bulge."

Byron grinned at him, his hellish gaze rippling with mischief as the demon got to his feet. His massive nakedness towering over the tiny Joel as the demon loomed over his master, vicious fangs bared within his gleeful smirk.

"That is a fiendish way to get me to put on clothes, Master Joel." Byron half growled, his long tongue coiling from between his lips and flicking at him suggestively, "I love it. But I think you were simply trying to tell me not to flex so hard after you squeeze me into some clothes, am I right?"

The all-too-familiar sensation of a bright red face came rushing back. Joel bit his lip as Byron picked him off the floor so he could kiss him, and nodded his agreement.

***

Joel ran through the plan in his head all over again, trying to ignore the sounds of the strained fabric of Byron's clothes screaming in protest from behind him. It was one thing to have a collar-wearing, ultra-huge, massively-muscled stallion following him around and bending to his every whim, but Byron was still green like the Hulk from the movies. How was he going to explain that? Let alone the huge fangs visible whenever Byron parted those luscious, manly lips?

And then there were the demon's fearsome_eyes_!

"So this is what your car looks like!"

Byron's deep voice brought Joel back to reality, and the tiger realised he had unintentionally led them into the parking lot, where his car, or rather the remains of it, lay disused and abandoned in a corner. Joel had meant to take a bus today, only Byron was already scrutinising it, even sticking his head through the shattered windows, his demonic hide unharmed by the jagged glass that poked at his neck.

"Why does this one look so different from the others? Where are the seats? Where are the floorboards? And why does this smell like inebriated frat boys?"

It took some coaxing before Joel finally relented, explaining as swiftly as he could how the jocks treated his car as their property, even going so far as to 'borrow' everything from the seats to parts of the engine. Joel hadn't driven it around for ages mostly because he couldn't get near it. It soon became just another place for drunken frat boys to have sex in, until several weeks ago when a particularly violent party saw hammers and baseball bats being swung at the defenceless car.

Byron kept his face calm and composed throughout Joel's story, but the clenched fist and suddenly tensed muscles bulging across his forearms was not lost to the tiger, who immediately cut his story short and summarised it with a suggestion to take a bus instead.

"No."

"But-"

"Oh but we can fix your little car problem right now," Byron interjected, "I think you've forgotten about some of my... magical capabilities."

"Wait... I thought your magic was just limited to crossing dimensions and enhanced senses."

"Okay I don't know where you got that idea from, but how about I give you a little taste, Master Joel?"

A huge paw seized him by the collar of his shirt, hefting him off the ground before he could protest as Byron crushed their lips together. Joel squirmed, sweat pouring into his shirt as fiery energy exploded throughout his body, concentrating around his crotch just as Byron let him go. Almost immediately Joel felt his cock hardening madly, his body jerking and bucking as though the orgasm of his life was surging through him, his underwear remaining free of any cum as Joel's cock began thickening and lengthening against all odds.

Unable to stop himself, Joel seized the hem of his pants and pulled the waistband far from his gut, watching in awe as his cock throbbed and swelled with every jerk. It wasn't like watching some greatly magnified erection take place, Joel's cock was simply_growing_! More and more cock flesh surging into his underwear with every passing second.

"Oh god!" Joel squeaked as two hefty testicles ballooned into the stretched fabric of his underwear, swelling to the size of small apples as his cock reached an incredible twelve inches in length. It was the biggest cock Joel had ever laid eyes upon besides the one growing from Byron's crotch. Twelve fucking inches wasn't anything to joke around with, only horses grew this big and even then it was considered impressive.

"You don't have to thank me, Master Joel." Byron purred, squeezing the wide-eyed, slightly overwhelmed Joel against his chest, "But since we're on the topic, I've read so much about mortal men having sex in parking lots and I was just wondering..."

"Wait," Joel began, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he released his waistband, "Where could you possibly have read about sex in parking lots, and was that your plan all along?"

"Hmm... maybe," Byron let his lips twist into a wicked grin, his demonic visage taking on an almost naughty expression, "Okay fine, yes I was hoping you could fuck me senseless on top of your car. I saw it in one of the magazines we have in hell."

"I don't even want to know what kind of magazines you have down there, Byron." Joel commented dryly, "But we are not having public sex, it's just not... me to do such things."

"I could make it bigger?"

"No! I mean... twelve inches is massive already, anymore and I'll... I'll..."

Byron's eyes flared dangerously just then, his hulking muscles tensing powerfully beneath his strained clothes. The air around them began to burn with Byron's fury, and when the demon spoke, the softness of his voice was deafening.

"They tormented you didn't they?" Byron growled, his demonic voice deepening threateningly, "What exactly they did they dare do to you? It is causing you hurt and shame, I can smell it."

"I don't really think that is an issue now B-Byron, I have you don't I?"

"What did they_do_?!"

Something exploded behind Joel, the tiger turning just in time to see the remains of someone's car crashing into a flaming heap back into its parking lot. The flames were unnaturally powerful, the vehicle's metal frame visibly melting under Byron's fury.

"Please stop this, Byron. Please."

"Tell me why I shouldn't tear them to pieces for what they did to you?" Byron snarled, leaning close to Joel and baring his fangs, "I know you were put in considerable distress because they wanted to see you naked, just two minutes, Master Joel, and you won't have anyone daring to bother you ever again."

"No. I said leave it Byron."

"But-"

"No buts! What has happened as happened, you will remain my little secret for now and you will do nothing that will make your true nature known to others. I already have to cover up for you swapping with Jeffery, and I will not fabricate more lies to cover up any other... occurrences... that might befall the other people in that building. Understood?"

Byron stared at him, the inferno raging murderously within his hellish eyes. The demon eventually snorted a puff of steam into Joel's hair, the air around them cooling dramatically as Byron rose to his full height. There Byron snorted another steam cloud before folding his herculean arms and spinning around, turning his back onto Joel but remaining where he was, beside (the remains of) his master's car.

Joel didn't need anyone to tell him the demon was pouting, having been ticked off like that. The tiger didn't think a demon of such power would be this sensitive, but then again Joel didn't know if he could even comprehend a being like that. He turned and cautiously scanned the surrounding area, thankful nobody had come to investigate the cause of the explosion, where the melted car was still burning in its lot.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Joel turned his attention back to Byron. The stallion's ears were drooped, his posture very slightly hunched, and no matter how hard Joel tried he could no longer sense any anger coming from the monster. Uncertainty nearly getting the best of him, Joel reached out for his hellish pet, carefully placing his hands around the demon's muscled waist and pressing the side of his face against Byron's back. The stallion didn't say anything at first, but Joel thought he felt a sigh of relief leaving the beast as a massive hand pressed against his own.

"I'm... glad you're not mad at me Master Joel," Byron said softly, "but why not just let me solve all your problems in a scant few minutes? That's usually the first thing mortals want from me if not fucking or flexing."

"Because that would be running away from my problems, and I don't want to do that."

"I don't understand."

"Well I do want to solve my problems, but I want to be able to get over them, not just solve the issues at hand. What you're suggesting is good, and I appreciate it, but it's more of a shortcut than an effective solution."

"Nope, still don't understand."

Joel let his hands slide to Byron's hips, tugging as hard as he could until the demon turned to face him. The stallion lowered himself, until they were eye to eye.

"Basically I want to learn, by myself, how to approach and solve the problems that crop up in daily life. I don't want to just magically make them disappear, because then I would never understand how these things occur and what I should do about them. I was not making any headway beforehand but now that I have you... well I think I'll have an easier time coping and that support is all I want from you right now."

Joel could almost hear the gears turning in Byron's head as he sought to comprehend what his little master was saying, but eventually the demon smiled, and leaned closer so he could nuzzle their noses together.

"Well I think I know where you're coming from, but your wishes are my commands and I shall do as you say, though... are you sure you don't want a bigger cock?"

"Let me get used to this first, Byron." Joel replied, relieved the worst of the situation was finally over, hopefully he could blame some of the dumber jocks for the melted car or something, Joel really didn't know how to explain that.

"You said you could fix my car problem though, I'm willing to let you use magic for that. What do you have in mind?"

Byron's eyes literally lit up at Joel's query. Before he knew it the demon was literally tearing the insides from his car. Joel knew better than to protest, and besides, his car was already unserviceable beforehand, even if Byron tore the thing to bits he would benefit by selling the scraps for cash.

It wasn't until the engine went soaring across the horizon did Joel finally jump in, but whatever he had planned to say was squashed when huge rips tore apart the sleeves of Byron's shirt. The demon merely let out a naught 'whoops' before bouncing off into the distance, more tears forming across his shirt as he lifted an entire fucking car from its lot and carried it to where Joel stood, awed by Byron's inhuman strength.

"I hope you don't mind, but this car smells like Jeffery and I'm sure he wouldn't be using it anymore."

Joel could only nod, his mouth dry as Byron tore off chunks of metal and various parts off the car, bending and twisting and hammering them into Joel's wreck with his bare hands. The tiger doubted the demon even knew what he was doing, but he knew better than to ask as his 'car' began taking shape. Byron eventually rolled back into view, stark naked with a drooling, throbbing semi-hard bouncing erotically before Joel's very eyes, as if expecting a reward for his hard work.

"Now I know what you're thinking, but my pants got caught with something back in there and it ripped."

"Okay fine you can be naked, but the car has no engine! Do you even know what you're doing?"

"Nope."

"Byron!"

"Okay yes I do, but you have to trust me on this, let me just get this looking right first."

Byron raised one clawed finger and flicked it as if striking a lighter, and suddenly the entire car was engulfed in flame. Byron reached for Joel before he could fall over from the shock, squeezing him lovingly as metal began twisting and reshaping, forming into a perfectly ordinary looking car by the time the flames vanished.

"See! Inconspicuous and a perfect fit for the two of us!"

"Byron... this thing looks like my old car but not destroyed. There's no way I could possibly fit you inside, or I could but it would be extremely cramped."

"See, Master Joel, the inconspicuousness is working already. Go on, take a look inside."

Joel was given a soft nudge, but peering into the car didn't reveal anything worth writing home about. It looked... ordinary... too ordinary in fact. His suspicion aroused by the look Byron was giving him; Joel reached for the door to the driver's seat and yanked it open, his jaws hitting the floor at the sight before him.

The inside of the car was anything but ordinary, if anything the inside was bigger than it was on the outside. Joel slammed the door, ignoring the muffled giggles coming from his demonic servant, and stared through the window once again, where the inside of the empty car appeared completely, utterly normal.

"What the hell is this?"

"It's just some awesome Byron awesomeness, I could do better, but I figured you were going to insist on being modest."

Joel poked his head back into the car, which resembled an oddly shaped van on the inside. There were only two seats in front, what looked suspiciously like a workout bench wedged between them, and a weight rack set in the back of the car. A barbell with weight plates bigger and thicker than anything in the university's gym rested serenely on the rack, somehow avoiding crushing it into the floor.

"Byron, explain."

"It's just a car, Master Joel. You sit on the driver's seat and drive around. What's there to explain?"

"I can see that there's no engine, it almost looks as if the car is just a hollow shell. I can even see where the wheel bolts are attached into the car, and where's the gear stick or the handle brake for that matter?"

"Those 'wheel' bolts are the handles for me, Master Joel. Please get in for a test drive, I... insist."

Joel did as Byron suggested. The very frame of the car somehow contorting so Byron could squeeze his hulking mass into the vehicle, reverting to normal before Joel even noticed. Byron set himself onto the bench press, his powerfully muscled legs teasing Joel playfully as he adjusted himself. The stallion stretched out, gripping the wheel handles on the four corners of the vehicle with his hands and toes, causing a fiery glow to wrap around them, connecting him to Joel's very car.

"I'm your engine Master Joel," Byron said with a smirk, "Don't mind the bench press, this is here for red lights and when you won't let me leave the car. Oh and let's not forget your... gearstick!"

Joel knew better than to ask what Byron had meant by that, his brain threatening to fizzle out as the demon's hulking cock began swelling with blood, hardening and thickening and rising to full mast between his overdeveloped legs. The enormous shaft was riddled with a network of thick, pulsating veins. Byron's mushroom cockhead was swollen to the point it was almost obscene, throbbing like a large melon at the cap of his bazooka-sized penis.

"This is quite the gearstick Byron." Joel commented, "How am I supposed to use it?"

"Well, don't go grabbing the head now, or I might accidentally punch your hand into the ceiling. All you have to do is tell me what mode you want, and then you give my cock... I mean the gearstick a good, hard pump."

"Gee, that sounds easy enough."

"I know right, I even designed this car with an anti-flood system in the event you feel like rapidly changing gears."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"I'll just tear your seat away, grab you and then violate the fuck out of your mouth until you're breathing the air from my lungs, how's that so-OOOHH UGH!!"

Joel chuckled, watching as Byron squirmed as he grabbed his throbbing cock. The demon's throbbing tower of muscle was already slick with cum, cum that was pooling over his hairy nutsack and streaming back into the deep crevices between each muscle of his delicious abdominal wall. Joel gave Byron a few more strokes, delighting as the monster bucked and jerked against his hand.

"Something tells me we're going to enjoy the drive to the supermarket, what say you Byron?"

"I think Master Joel has the right idea." Byron replied, flexing the muscles in his entire body for Joel's benefit. "But he needs to use his gearstick more often, a_lot_ more in fact."

"I think so too, now please enter drive mode, Bryon." Joel requested as he began pumping the demon's swollen cock.

"Time to see just what your sexy muscles are capable of."