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Joel could feel his heart skipping beats, his entire body trembling with shock as the disguised Byron muscled his way through the legions of undergrads rushing forth to greet him. None of them could cope with the fact that the horse was not going to take the seats beside them. Some of the jocks were waving and hollering at the top of their lungs, even going so far so to physically (and violently) remove their closest neighbours in a bid to free up a seat.

Try as they might though, it would probably have been easier to hold back the tide. Actually, that analogy wasn't appropriate. Byron wasn't bending around the horde of bodies around him, he was literally muscling his way through, sometimes physically swatting people away like bothersome insects. Joel had seen jocks shouldering their way through crowds before, but what Byron was doing was... incredible, especially the part where he began picking up and throwing people back into their seats in a bid to make room.

His powerful strides long and consistent, Byron quickly broke through the torrent of flesh, his muscled legs taking him far beyond the reach of his pursuers before most of them could even recover from the manhandling he had given them. Joel was making conscious efforts to keep himself breathing by this point, and could only shrink into his seat as Byron came within touching range. Their eyes met, and for the briefest of moments an intense blaze flickered from within the monster's false round pupils, betraying Byron's true nature to the only mortal who knew of it.

Powerful muscles rippling with maddening erotica, Byron unslinged the workout bag he had brought with him and tossed it casually beside Joel's desk. Raising his hulking arms, Byron slammed his palms onto either side of the desk, causing metal to bend and wood to crack as the stallion shoved his terrifyingly manly features dangerously close to Joel's. There was an evil smirk across his seemingly-younger face, one that Joel knew all too well.

"Hey."

Someone cried out from the front of the class, no doubt a weak-willed mortal who had fallen over from the rush of an orgasm. Joel couldn't see who the victim was, not with Byron's huge body blocking the view. The tiger was still reeling from shock at what that deep voice had managed to do, that Byron had neglected to use magic only compounded the effect it had had on the poor, defenceless Joel.

Joel opened his mouth to speak, struggling helplessly as though they were meeting for the first time, fighting for several seconds to get the words out of his mouth before realising he had no idea what to say. Robert must have been overwhelmed from coming this close to such a perfect specimen of masculinity as well, for the mousey goat had pushed himself several paces back, his entire body stiff from shock, his eyes wide and his jaws unhinged. It was clear that Byron was enjoying himself, and despite Joel's best efforts it was all he could do to sit here, enraptured by the demon's overpowering masculinity.

"Mind if I sat here?"

Someone from the front cried out again, a different person this time, the anguish clear in his voice as the last of his hopes were crushed by Byron's latest statement. The demon must have taken his silence for consent, for his broad smirk seemed to broaden as he pulled away from the desk. His manly scent saturating the air around them, Byron strode around Joel's chair to where Robert sat. The goat looked unhealthily close to having a heart attack by this point, and when Byron snarled at him Joel didn't even get to see him move. By the time he realised what was going on Robert had sprinted to the very front of the room, leaving Byron alone with Joel at the rear of the lecture hall.

Seemingly satisfied with the chaos he had caused, Byron took Robert's vacant seat, casually throwing an arm across Joel's shoulder before yanking him in, crushing the tiger against muscles all the jocks would kill to have. The number of murderous glares he was getting was numbering in the hundreds by this point, several of them intense enough to shake Joel from his daze, returning his throat back to his control.

"Byron! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Joel cried in a hush whisper, keeping his voice as low as he possibly could, "I told you to remain hidden!"

"Well I am hidden, Master Joel. Four hundred and thirty-six people have made contact with me and they all think I'm some over-muscled transfer student who was the star of the bodybuilding, weightlifting, and wrestling team."

"Yeah, but... b-but..."

"I even brought a wrestling singlet or two, I'm sure Master Joel would love to see how the fabric struggles to contain my hulking muscles, it even outlines the entire shape of my throbbing love log. I just can't help it sometimes, Master Joel, imagining how much enjoyment you would get out of me in that outfit just gets me so... aroused."

Joel saw it then, the demon's_HUGE_ love muscle snaking down one leg of his pants, growing and thickening as it gorged itself on the demon's power. Byron was looking as though he had stuffed a wine bottle in there, except wine bottlers were thinner and shorter. And they didn't throb with same erotic energy as Byron's delicious penis.

"Also Master Joel, please forgive me for having to skip several classes with you later today, but in a bid to make my ruse more believable I'll be attending try-outs for some of the clubs later on."

"You're going to join clubs?!"

"Well the coach refused to let go of my leg until I agreed to join at least seven, I had no choice. Plus, I didn't think you would like it if I tied him up with steel girders and left him inside a broom cabinet."

The thought of the giant stallion's shirt exploding from the muscular strain of bending steel girders was almost too much for Joel to take. Automatically the tiger adjusted his seating position, careful to disguise the foot long cock throbbing madly beneath his trousers.

"W-What's in the workout bag, Byron?"

"Oh you know the usual school stuff you mortals carry around. Books, workout clothing and the wrestling singlet I was telling you about, some weights, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember off hand. Oh, and a plastic bag of phone numbers people kept shoving into my hands and pockets. I couldn't find a bin to throw any of it away."

"Weights?!"

"Well yeah, I figured I needed something to keep me pumped to the max since I was spending the entire day in public with you. I didn't bring that much though, so don't worry."

"Do I want to know?"

"Well, I've got one barbell rod, two dumbbell rods, and about five hundred and sixty something pounds of assorted weight plates."

"What!"

"Should I have brought more?"

"Byron most people can't even squat that much without hurting themselves! You were lugging that thing as if it weighted nothing!"

"Don't you like that sort of thing?"

"Well... yeah... but normal people can't do that! You're too strong for your appearance, this might cause problems. Do you, no wait, were you given a locker?"

"Oh yeah, there's where I put the rest of my weights."

Joel felt his eyes grow wide, his mouth hanging open, aghast at what Byron had just said. The stallion's cheeky grin began stretching unnaturally wide, his green eyes flashing mischievously at Joel's plight.

"I'm kidding Master Joel, the weights are in your locker."

Joel caught his sigh of relief midway, his brain fizzling out of control as Byron began to laugh. The stallion wrapped a muscular arm around Joel's waist, pulling the tiger onto his lap and nuzzling him before he could protest. For some (merciful) reason, nobody had turned to watch them, and despite Joel's struggling Byron simply carried on for a good, long minute.

"Don't worry Master Joel, I was given permission to share a locker with you, but I think you'll be more interested in seeing what I did to it."

"What did you do!?"

"Oh... you'll see."

***

"Byron!"

"Aw, you like it, Master Joel."

"People are staring! Put me down."

"Never!"

"God damnit, Byron!"

Joel pressed the length of his tail into his eyes, trying desperately to hide his face as Byron navigated the once-dangerous university corridors. Nobody was brave enough to approach him anymore, most of the jocks struck dumb from the sheer size and shape of Byron's huge body. That Joel was trapped on the monster's shoulders only made things worst... sort of. The tiger had to press himself as close to Byron as possible, hoping with all his heart the stallion's long hair would cover the massive erection tenting his trousers.

The lockers, and more specifically Joel's locker, were located deep within the bowels of the school, several steps from the primary showering facilities and a ten second walk from one of the on-campus gyms. There were other ways to get to them aside from crossing through that particular weight room, something Joel never did, not with so many meatheads juicing themselves in a bid to get even bigger than they already were.

"I forgot, is this the way to the weight room?"

"Byron please put me down here. I don't want the jocks to see."

"And off we go!"

"Byron!"

Joel didn't need to look to know Byron had pushed his way into the weight room. The entire space was definitely filled with jocks and douchebags of varying shapes and sizes, some of them probably injecting themselves with steroids this very moment in a bid to combat their sensitive insecurities. Joel's ears were treated to several agonizing seconds of weights being lifted and jocks roaring dramatically as they pumped, before the sounds suddenly ceased.

Salvaging enough bravery to take a sneak peak, Joel could only see the same expression across everyone's face as Byron crossed the dreaded danger zone. It was shock, plain and simple, none of their tiny minds capable to comprehending Byron's immense muscular development at a mere 'eighteen' years of age. That the huge bulge swelling off the stallion's crotch seemed to sway realistically only added to their disbelief. Joel swore he heard Byron snort disapprovingly when they were about halfway through, but thankfully the demon did nothing else until they were safely within the locker room.

"Byron!" Joel wailed, just as the weight room erupted with activity, each and every jock screaming to be heard over the ruckus. Byron gave Joel's thigh an affectionate nuzzle before turning around and locking the doors behind them. It had been the right thing to do, for seconds later what felt like an army of bodies began slamming against them, desperate for more of Byron in their little lives.

"I'm sure they'll break through sooner or later, Master Joel." Byron purred, pulling Joel off his shoulders and cradling him in his massive arms, "So let me get you to your locker, there's something I really want you to see before I head for the sports try-outs."

Byron had stopped moving for a while now, and it took a while for Joel to recognise his own locker. It had been ages since he had last come here, and back then there was more graffiti on the door than there was visible metal. Only now, his locker door was in pristine condition, not even a scratch anywhere that Joel could see. Byron ran a clawless, muscled finger down the length of the door, and suddenly the lock clicked and the door swung open.

Joel felt his jaws drop. The school had been gracious enough to provide them all with full length lockers, complete with a rod in the middle for hanging their clothes and all that. But_this_ couldn't have been possible, for the door to his locker now served as a door to what looked like an entire room. Only there was another locker immediately behind his, so that meant...

"It's like the inside of your car, Master Joel. Only bigger... and better."

Joel stumbled slightly as Byron eased him onto the floor. While the narrow door into his locker was wide enough for him, Byron had to go in sideways, and even then it was a dangerously tight squeeze. There were no windows inside his locker, and illumination seemed to come from the very stone walls that surrounded them. The ground comprised an arrangement of dark green brick, and what looked like chains and manacles covered the vast assortment of oversized weights and gym benches scattered about. A mirror occupied the entire wall immediately opposite the entrance, and there was even a large mat set in the middle of the room, one Joel easily recognised as a wrestling mat, only bigger.

"Well, looks like somebody went from the dungeon theme."

"I know, isn't it great? I didn't feel like sharing the weight room with all those other guys, plus now_you_ can watch me work out in all my naked glory whenever you want."

"But that's a wrestling mat isn't it, who could you possibly wrestle with in here?"

"A wrestling mat doesn't have to be used for wrestling, Master Joel. If you know what I mean..."

"Is somebody feeling a little horny today?" Joel asked, giggling slightly as Byron came in from behind to nuzzle him.

"I'm always horny for you Master Joel. That reminds me. I'll put in a clothes rack and a table or two so you have space to put your stuff. In the meantime though, can I see your smartphone? There's an app I'd like you to try."

Joel obliged, handing over his smartphone to the marvellously handsome Byron. The stallion didn't take it from Joel, instead tapping the screen once with his finger. The phone let out a soft blip, and when Joel looked at the screen there was a brand new app waiting for him in a corner.

"Muscle Horsie Hulk Out?"

"Never mind the name, Master Joel. Open it."

Joel did as Byron suggested. The blackened screen of his phone was quickly replaced by a simplistic looking menu with what looked like a pedestal on one side and a list of options on the other. Joel's eyes grew wider and wider as the app continued to load. An extremely realistic, three-dimensional model of Byron had materialized onto the platform. Joel used the word realistic because it was almost as though he was watching a video of Byron looking back at him, the digital muscle-hunk was even winking at him occasionally, bringing his arms up and flexing so hard it looked as though his shirt was going to explode.

"Oh my god, Byron what is this?"

"I'd like to think of it as a remote control for you, for me! Notice how my digital self is still the colour of chocolate and wearing more clothes than I think healthy?"

"Yes, I also see blanks in all the option bars along the sides."

"Yeah those take some time to load, give a moment."

A moment passed, and suddenly Joel found himself trembling with excitement at the device in his hand.

"I know what this is!"

"Isn't it great? Now you'll be able to control the growth of my muscles from anywhere on the planet, and before I forget, the tab labelled 'Penis' controls the size of both my cock_and_ my testicles. Changing the size of my muscles will also increase my height, and if you feel like seeing me huge and green again you can always hit the 'HULK OUT' button over here."

"So your appearance is completely under my control now?" Joel asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"I can still hulk out whenever I want to, Master Joel. But I don't think I'll mind letting you control how massive you want me to be while we're in school."

"T-This is amazing, Byron! But... whenever will I get to use this? I can't have people see you exploding out of your clothes in public."

"Or can you?"

Joel narrowed his eyes as he regarded the grinning, beaming Byron.

"What are you planning, Byron?"

"I'm not telling."

"And why not?"

"It'll spoil the surprise, Master Joel." Byron replied, grinning wickedly, "Maybe I'm not planning anything at all."

***

"Why do you keep checking your phone, Joel?"

"It... uh... feels as though it's vibrating, so I have to keep checking to be sure."

"People always feel their phones vibrating in their pockets."

"Well, maybe I'm being victimised."

Robert did not immediately respond to Joel's remark. The goat had drifted away from the conversation, and was now busy fondling the ugly red amulet hanging off his neck. Joel had been given a million or so reasons as to why Robert would carry that tarnished piece of jewellery around, each one as ridiculous as the last.

Joel turned back to his phone, desperately checking the digital Byron for anything that might seem beyond the reach of a normal eighteen year old, ignoring the fact that Byron had more muscle than any eighteen year old had the right to have. It had been close to an hour since they left Joel's locker, but the only thing different about Byron that Joel could see was his outfit. Sure he was being paranoid, but with the stallion as cheeky as he had been the entire day, Joel wasn't taking any chances.

"So where's your new boyfriend?"

"H-He's not my boyfriend!"

"He was being pretty intimate with you just now."

"No he wasn't!"

"He was carrying you on his shoulders, I saw it."

"But where-"

"It's all over Facebook too, close to a thousand pictures of him just about everywhere. Everyone wants to know more about his fellow since nobody can find his profile anywhere."

Joel swallowed nervously, tucking his phone back into his pocket as he did. There was no way he was going to be honest with Robert, but maybe he could work this to his advantage.

"Yeah, well he said he was going to try out for some of the clubs. I don't know which ones though."

"All of them."

"How did you know that?"

"I'm following the jocks on Twitter."

"You're following the jocks on Twitter?!"

"It helps with avoiding them since I know where they are most of the time. That's one of the reasons you get beaten up more than I do."

"Yeah well about-"

"...though I don't think that trend will continue for long, not with your boyfriend as huge as he is."

The tiger didn't want to admit it, but Robert was right. Byron was definitely not going to let anyone even come close to him, but that protection was not going to extend to Robert or anyone else for that matter. They both knew Robert would return to being the lone outcast in all of Joel's classes, and that sort of thing attracted jocks like bees to honey.

"I wish I had a huge, muscular boyfriend."

Joel kept his mouth shut, not trusting anything that could possibly come out of it. He didn't know what to say to Robert, who had gone back to fiddling with his amulet.

***

Byron couldn't keep himself from smirking as he admired himself in the mirror, every so often he could feel Joel's frantic gaze upon him. His little master was probably checking his phone every minute, paranoid over what Byron was doing elsewhere on campus. The stallion was edging to race back to where Joel sat, just so he could squeeze that fluffy little thing against his brawny chest yet again. He was even prepared to smash through walls and pillars if he had to, not that Joel was going to approve of it.

"You're up in ten minutes, Byron!" called the coach's voice from outside the changing rooms. Byron returned an affirmative, careful to keep the power of his voice well within mortal levels. He was only bothering with the triviality to maintain his ruse, anything to avoid disappointing his little master.

He had been looking forward to this wrestling match for hours, mostly because it gave him a good excuse to put on the wrestling singlet, and this club was actually going to put up some sort of fight against him. It was supposed to be some sort of unfair test, something about the wrestling champion failing to comprehend who was about to take his place. Byron squeezed himself into the wrestling singlet, giggling with pleasure as he stretched the orange fabric over his enormous musculature.

The garment in question was a one-piece, tight fitting uniform that resembled a combination of both a singlet and compression shorts. Almost immediately Byron realised he had bought a singlet that was at least two sizes too small. There wasn't nearly enough material to even cover the lower half of his chest, as he had been led to believe, nor was there enough to properly wrap around his shredded quads. Most of the pictures he had been shown had uniforms that stretched at least halfway down the legs of the wrestlers who wore them. Byron's made it a third of the way down, the demon supposed he could try tugging at it, but judging by the way his leg muscles were stretching the fabric, something told him it wasn't going to be a good idea.

Still, he adored the way the material wrapped around the immense bulge jutting out the front of his singlet. Byron had stretched the garment so tightly it was partially transparent, leaving barely anything for the imagination. This close to the mirror, he could make out the entire length of his throbbing meat and hairy testicular sac, not to mention just about every other muscle bulging from his monstrous frame. Byron knew he was probably the only guy with such a defined abdominal wall, like eight chiselled bricks embedded into his narrow waist. If only Joel would let him walk about in his green body, the dim-witted jocks would probably forget their own names at the sight of him.

"You're up in five, Byron! The others are already here!"

Byron flexed his arms in the mirror, grinning at the body which had so effortlessly taken over the other clubs he had visited today. The wrestling team was the last major one on his list, but Byron already knew the challenge that awaited him outside.

And he knew exactly who was going to be there.

***

Joel hadn't expected such a day to come, the day he was actually feeling thankful for the prevalence of social networking in school. The morning wasn't even over and already people were giving him wide berths of space wherever he went. For the first time in his life Joel managed a hassle free trip into the one of the gymnasiums on campus.

Out of habit though, Joel automatically made his way to the seating galley on the second floor, the one that was poorly lit and patronized exclusively by social outcasts like him. The jocks did not frequent this part of the school, the bulk of them choosing to force themselves into the overcrowded seating galley on the lower floor.

There were a few other unpopular kids already seated when Joel arrived. As usual, none of them looked up to acknowledge him as he passed, though a few of them did cringe slightly. They were probably here to watch the match between the huge, muscular Byron and whatever pathetic resistance the wrestling team could throw at him.

It looked as though the entire wrestling team had arrived early, Joel having spotted most of them by the time he sank into his favourite seat. They were busy stripping down for the benefit of the cheering crowd, their lean, muscled bodies covered in nothing but purple wrestling outfits and padded headgear. Joel could see the bulk of them wore nervous expressions, the most severe of which belonged to Buck, captain of the wrestling team and the school's star wrestler.

Joel supposed he couldn't blame the guy, even if the tan-furred stallion abused him on a systematic and regular basis. Byron's mortal disguise was six foot three, three inches taller than the visibly distraught Buck. That alone wouldn't make much of a difference, except Byron weighed in at an amazing two hundred seventy six pounds of sheer muscle (according to his phone app).

That was a hundred pounds more muscle than Buck could ever hope to have!

A bell rang out somewhere, and suddenly the crowd below began screaming at the top of their lungs. Joel forced himself to stay calm, but the moment Byron stepped into the gym he could feel his resistance cracking all over.

Good god Byron looked AMAZING!

There couldn't be any other word to describe him. Byron looked like some enormous, hulking sex god come to life, his muscles too huge for the wrestling singlet that covered him. The stallion had stretched the material so tightly it was almost transparent. His heaving chest muscles were so massive the fabric couldn't even cover his nipples! Hell the fabric couldn't even cover his chest! The only things there were the straps, and even then they looked as though they were stretched to breaking point.

Joel forced himself to avert his gaze in a bid to stay conscious, except his eyes seemed to have other ideas, and suddenly the tiger was drooling uncontrollably, his attention affixed on the monstrous bulge swelling off Byron's crotch. Fuck! That thing was frigging obscene! Joel knew Byron had shrank the size of his endowment to better pass off as a mortal, but that thing looked like a German sausage on steroids! It was definitely two feet long, fully erect, and Joel didn't even know how he knew that!

Byron stepped onto the wrestling mat, utterly naked save for his wrestling singlet. His feet were bare, his head was missing a padded helmet, and when he casually flexed his gorgeous, muscular backside Joel thought he was going to faint.

Salvaging whatever willpower he could find, Joel forced his attention away from the smirking, confident-looking Byron, to the trembling wrestlers on the other side of the ring. Buck had gone pale under his tanned fur, speaking frantically to the other wrestlers surrounding him, as if trying to formulate some plan that would prevent Byron from displacing him as the university's star wrestler.

"He's going to make Byron fight three of them."

Joel jumped, almost tumbling off his seat in shock as Robert sat down beside him. The tiger repositioned his bag and forced it back into place above his lap, hoping with all his heart that the goat hadn't noticed his new size.

"God damnit Robert don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I didn't, you were just too distracted to notice me."

"Why the hell are you even here, don't you have classes right now?"

"The professor cancelled, said he wanted to watch the match or something. What's with the bag though, aren't you going to make yourself more comfortable?"

Before Joel could ask, Robert chucked his bag onto an empty share and unzipped the front of his fly.

"Robert, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"I'm taking my pants off of course, aren't you?"

"No!"

"You're boyfriend's the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life, besides your brother of course."

"What does that have to do with taking off your pants?!"

"Well this opportunity isn't going to come very often, so I'm going to enjoy myself while it lasts."

Robert's miniscule three-incher was completely exposed by this point, rock hard and throbbing despite the considerable distress it was causing Joel. It was clear by now why Robert lacked any friends, and despite Joel's best efforts to remain friendly it was all he could do to slide himself several seats in the other direction.

"Robert, people are_staring_!" Joel called, desperate to put some distance between them. Mercifully though, the goat remained where he was, his legs spread wide as he massaged his little erection.

"Ooh... I'm going to be so huge one day, I can hardly wait."

"Will you just put on some god damned pants?!"

Whatever Robert said in reply was drowned out by wild screams from below, and Joel turned back just in time to see three wrestlers hoping onto the mat to face Byron. The stallion was giving them a vile smirk, his huge muscles flexed and pumped as they surrounded him. Joel recognised all the challengers, all of them having tormented Joel regularly before Byron had come along.

Glenn, Donald, and Peter were three wolves who had a reputation of hunting in packs, and it was not surprising that Buck had decided to throw the trio into the ring. They surely did seem confident in themselves, even if Byron easily outsized and outmuscled them. Joel didn't know what to make of Buck refusing to challenge Byron, the other stallion was probably scared straight.

A bell rang out, and before Joel knew what was happening, the wolves had sprung onto the enormous, unmoving Byron.

***

Byron almost laughed at the futility of their efforts. The three weaklings had probably crashed into him with all their strength and even then he had barely budged. Byron wouldn't have budged, but he knew Joel would have wanted him to make his ruse convincing.

Not that that meant pretending to struggle.

His hulking muscles flexing monstrously, Byron easily flipped the two wolves on either sides of him, locking their heads with his rippling arms and forcing his bulging biceps into their stunned faces. The third wolf had recoiled in utter shock, but Byron had expected that, one strong leg sweeping the wrestler off his feet before he even knew he had lost.

Repositioning slightly, Byron threw himself at the floored wrestler, locking his head between his monstrous quad muscles and pressing the back of the wolf's head against his obscene cock-bulge. Byron really laughed this time, his long tongue wetting his lips as he flexed even harder against his struggling captives. He wasn't strangling them in any way of course, Joel wouldn't want that. He was simply flexing his muscles so hugely it was only a matter of time before the trio was jizzing uncontrollably in their wrestling singlets.

In fact, judging by the way the wrestler between his legs was screaming, it was clear the wolf was having the biggest orgasm of his life. Byron couldn't see it from this position, but the sounds of cum splattering against the wrestling mat was the sound of victory. Byron turned to the wolf on his right, who had just gone into convulsions as his cock erupted in his singlet. The wolf's erection was tenting the fabric, thick white cum oozing through it as the man howled in ecstatic bliss.

Satisfied, Byron turned to his third victim, who was desperately trying to fight the inevitable. The stallion simply relaxed his arm a little, luring the wolf into a false sense of hope before flexing his enormous muscles against his furry face, overwhelming his inferior mind and causing his orgasm to explode before hundreds upon hundreds of screaming fans.

***

Joel knew he was sweating profusely, his huge cock oozing copious amounts of pre-cum into his underwear as the wolf trio dragged themselves off the wrestling mat, their tails tucked between their legs in shame. Byron, victorious, was currently working the crowd into a frenzy, flexing and roaring for them as his new fans screamed themselves hoarse. Their eyes met, and Byron threw him a sly wink before returning to his flexing routine.

The tiger felt his heart melting at what Byron had just done, just as his phone tooted loudly in his pants pocket. Several seconds passed before Joel relented, fishing out his phone and tearing his gaze from the mega-muscled stallion. It was a new text message, and one look was all Joel needed to know who had sent it. Byron had hulked himself out and taken a picture of his green-furred torso. His hairy, overdeveloped muscles were pumped beyond belief as his clawed fingers played with his swollen nipples. The base of the picture ended a scant inch from Byron's monstrous penis, and what looked like Byron's coiled tongue dangled seductively before his awesome pectoral muscles at the top of the photo.

"Will Master Joel grant Byron permission to teach Buck a lesson?" was the demon's simple request.

Joel narrowed his eyes suspiciously. What did Byron mean by that? Was he going to humiliate Buck in front of the entire school? Was Buck even going to challenge Byron? Joel bit his lip and keyed in his reply.

"What do you mean by that?"

It seemed Byron was good at multitasking, for even as he flexed and pumped for the crowd he managed to send Joel a reply without even putting his arms down (or touching a phone, for that matter).

"You'll see."

Joel smiled cheekily, his cock throbbing hotly against his legs as he thought about what Byron had just done to the trio. Watching the enormous stallion wrestling grown men to orgasm had been hotter and sexier than Joel thought possible. Hell he would probably cum in his pants if Byron brutally raped Buck in front of the entire school!

He was literally holding Buck's fate in his hands! Good god the possibilities were endless! One text message and Buck would probably spend the next week and a half walking like a duck!

Joel began weighing his options. He did not like Buck in the slightest, but there was no telling what Byron was going to do to him. Did Buck really deserve it? Joel did think so, but then again he wasn't really an advocate for violence...

...it would be ridiculously hot though... and Buck would definitely enjoy it... hopefully...

Joel felt a huge smirk splitting his face in two as he keyed in his reply.

"Permission granted."