The Alpha and the Omega

THE RITUAL

Coach Travers wasn’t even hiding his beer when Ned walked into his office. The burly 50-year old man took a long swig from his bottle of Sam Adams before thumbing at the door. “Head into the locker room,” he said in a disaffected, almost bored-sounding voice. “Strip down to your skivvies. I’ll be right in.”

Ned checked his phone before opening the door to the wrestling team’s lockers. “Pending Deposit: $10,000.” He couldn’t believe his eyes; the coach really was serious about this! As strange as the request was, how could he deny that much money? It wasn’t like he had to do anything–that is, besides stripping to his underwear in the room where the beefiest jocks on campus stripped off their sweaty singlets and showered their hard, bulging bodies.

The discomfort he felt in his briefs on the worn wooden bench tripled when Bart, Greg and Dominick lumbered through the door with their coach behind him. Greg, the biggest of the group–a 250 pound grizzly bear of a man nearly as wide as the door–wore a jockstrap. Dominick, shorter than Greg by about six inches but leaner and more solidly built, wore boxer briefs. Bart, the tallest and lankiest of the group, strutted in completely naked with absolute nonchalance. It was clear he’d just come from the showers; his skin was damp, the tuft of pubes above his coke-can sized dick looking recently scrubbed.

Bart scratched his cobbled abdomen as he raised an eyebrow at Ned, whose posture had collapsed in the presence of these three living Greek gods. “This the guy?” Bart asked. “What 21-year old still wears Pokemon undies?”

Ned blushed. When he’d gotten dressed that day, he hadn’t imagined that he’d be stripped down in front of three stud athletes he’d been jerking off to for three years of college. Staring at the floor, he could see from Bart’s shadow that the tall wrestler’s big cock was swinging back and forth.

“Why the fuck can’t we do this with a girl?” Greg growled. Ned glanced up at the big hunks for just a moment before returning to studying the tiled floor. Greg and Dominick sneered as if they’d smelled a fart, but Bart looked vaguely interested in Ned. It was amazing; none of them had ever even acknowledged him before.

“The ritual calls for a really specific subject to become the Omega,” Coach said, grabbing a handful of his firm gut before letting out a rumbling belch. “Trust me; I searched all over campus, and this guy fits the bill perfectly.”

“What about him is… ‘perfect’?” Dominick said as he leaned in closer to study Ned’s thin, bony frame and the small amount of pudge around his midsection.

“It’s a magic thing,” Coach said. “I had to cast some runes and burn some incense, stare into some crystals… anyway, don’t worry about the ‘how’ or the ‘why,’ just do as you’re fucking told, got it?”

Coach snapped his fingers and motioned for the men to follow. Without even acknowledging their lack of attire, each of the athletes followed the coach out to the gym. Ned wasn’t sure if he should follow, until the coach poked his mustachioed face back in just before the door slammed shut. “Yo! Ned! Hustle!”

Ned felt even more uncomfortable on the wrestling mat with each of the well-built studs staring at him with their hands on their hips. Coach had drawn a circle in some sort of powder and lit a few candles. He handed Ned a purple crystal to hold.

“So what happens is this,” Coach said gruffly as he started waving a smoldering incense stick around his three star athletes. “We do this ritual for seven days. This guy, Ned? He’s the perfect Omega. He’ll amplify all of your most powerful traits. You guys are amazing athletes now, but he’ll make you into pure powerhouses, the strongest and most virile men who ever lived. Your hormones will go through the roof. You’ll triple in size, the aging process will be slowed to about a fifth of its current speed, letting you stay young and strong for at least a hundred extra years. And your kids will all be Olympic-level athletes, if they want to.”

“All we gotta do is… sniff this guy?” Domonick said, pointing an accusing finger directly at Ned’s bony chest.

“Wait, what?” Ned said. The details of this “ritual” had never been spelled out for him–he’d assumed it would be, at the most, maybe an anointment or something.

“You’ve got to build a bond with him,” Coach instructed the three wrestlers. “You’ll need skin-to-skin contact. You’ll need to absorb his essence–as much as you can. The moon will be in the exact right phase in seven minutes, so get ready, boys. Remember, the more of his essence you absorb, the more of a bad-ass alpha you’ll be.”

“Are you okay with this?” Bart said, putting a strong hand on Ned’s bony shoulder. The much smaller man shivered at the contact–and the sensitivity of Bart’s touch. “You’re for real all right with us using you like this?”

“He’ll benefit too,” said the coach. He held a stopwatch, watching carefully as the proper time to begin the ritual approached. “And he’s getting paid.”

“He’s getting PAID?” the three jocks said in unison. Ned blushed as they glared at him.

“Uh, yeah, and… I mean, not for nothing…” He blushed harder. “I mean, even without the money, any guy would absolutely love to be… y’know, in this position.” Every word that came out seemed more awkward than the one before.

“It’s almost time, boys,” Coach said, disrupting the tension that resulted from Ned’s admission.

“Almost time for… what?” Greg said. “What, we just sniff this guy?”

“In forty-five seconds,” Coach said, focused on the stop-watch with laser precision, “this skinny fellow here will essentially be pouring out super-steroids from every pore. The more you inhale, the bigger you’ll get. And clearly I want each of you to get to freaky inhuman size, so… inhale a whole bunch. Understood?”

Bart took a step forward and Coach held up a hand to stop him. It was silent in the gym for a moment. Ned cleared his throat.

“For the record,” Ned said, hands covering the Pokemon characters on his underwear, “I’m really just here for the money. Just wanted to clear that up… I don’t want you guys thinking I believe in magic. Or even that I want you guys… uh, sniffing me. Which I don’t!” Ned’s face burned red as he lied.

“Go!” Coach finally barked. Ned backed away fearfully as the three wrestlers approached. “Ned, stand in the circle, dammit. It doesn’t work if you back out.”

Bart was the first to approach, grabbing Ned’s arm. The nerdy college junior gasped as Bart lifted up his arm and buried his face in Ned’s gently hairy underarm.

“Don’t hog all the roid-fumes,” Greg said as he lumbered forward. He approached Ned warily, finally walking behind him and leaning in to sniff the nerd’s curly black hair. “Oh, man, smells… weirdly nice.”

Dominick squatted down and grabbed Ned’s ankle, yanking up his foot. Ned tumbled backward, but the other two men caught him, each of them closely smelling his skin. Ned swooned as the men essentially cradled him. He gasped as Dominick’s deep snorts of his feet tickled him. He couldn’t believe how arousing this was, but he was terrified to reveal to these massive men how much he was enjoying this.

“That’s it, men, get in there,” Coach ordered. Now Greg was inhaling Ned’s armpit. Dominick was behind him, smelling the seat of Ned’s underwear.

“May I?” Bart asked with a surprisingly warm tone as he reached a strong hand toward the waistband of Ned’s underwear.

“Uh… go right ahead!” Ned said, his voice cracking. Bart pulled back the waistband and wafted the scent toward his face. His eyelids fluttered a bit as he inhaled.

“That’s it, men, ten more seconds. Get as much as you can!”

With surprising speed, Bart suddenly grabbed Ned by his calves and flipped him upside down, holding the skinny man’s chest against his face. He breathed deeply as he slowly lowered the frail man, moaning as Ned’s “scent” entered his lungs.

“Fuck, give me some of that!” Dominick cried, sniffing at the light layer of sweat forming on Ned’s back.

“C’mon, guys,” Greg said, sniffing Ned’s fingers.

“And that’s time,” Coach said. Bart gently set Ned down. He awkwardly rose on unsteady legs. Bart reached out to hold him up as his knees wobbled.

“That’s part one of the ritual,” Coach said. “Go shower up, boys. Ned, you take off. You tell anyone what happened here and that $10,000 is forfeit. Understand?”

As Ned walked away, he glanced behind him at the three jocks still in the ring. “Y’know, I don’t feel any bigger,” Dominick said, flexing his arm and measuring it with his other hand.

“It happens over a full week, moron,” Greg chimed in.

Bart said nothing, but Ned could swear, just before he walked out the door, Bart winked at him.

DAY ONE

Ned almost ignored the coach’s call. He really needed that money, and while the night before had been bizarre, he couldn’t honestly say he hated having the three jocks all over him like that. And there was something about Bart that seemed different than the others. Dominick and Greg were still terrifying to Ned, but Ned couldn’t wait to see Bart again. He just couldn’t understand why.

Coach pointed at a locker as Ned shuffled into the locker room, his head held down. “Singlet’s in there,” Coach said.

Ned cautiously opened the locker door and examined the size-small spandex one-piece inside. “You want me to… wear this?” he said, his voice squeaking.

“The guys are waiting. Let’s GO!” Coach said.

Ned shook his head. This was all bizarre, but Coach actually seemed to believe that what they were doing was some sort of magical ritual. Either that, or Ned was about to get murdered by these guys. He considered fleeing, but the thought of seeing Bart’s face–his copper-colored hair, his chiseled jawline, his bright blue eyes–convinced him to slip into the singlet and walk out on that mat.

“Today, we need a show of aggression,” Coach addressed the three jocks as Ned approached. He studied their bodies, curious if they’d actually changed at all. Each of them looked pumped, like they’d just lifted weights. They also looked more smug and self-satisfied than usual (a difficult feat). But Ned still wasn’t convinced there was any magic at play.

“Coach, I beat my bench press PR by thirty pounds today,” Dominick bragged, puffing out his chest. “It’s gotta be this magic thing.”

“I told you not to hit the gym without my permission,” Coach growled, his voice low and gravelly. “You mess around and break the rules, maybe you’ll find yourself stuck at the same size while Bart and Greg top out at four-hundred pounds each.”

Dominick’s cocky smirk faded. “Sorry, coach. What’s this about aggression?”

Ned felt awkward getting on the wrestling mat with the others. He took a spot near Bart and tried to listen to the coach. None of the jocks even acknowledged him.

“Physical contact,” Coach said. “The ritual calls for a show of force on day one. I want you three meatheads to be GENTLE. You harm the Omega, here,” he said, thumbing at Ned, “and you can kiss your gains goodbye.”

Ned furrowed his brow. “This ritual is oddly… specific…” he whispered to himself. Coach glared at him and he fell silent.

Bart suddenly sprang into action, throwing his arms around Ned’s dainty waist and hoisting him into the air. Ned cried out as Bart threw the nerdy man over his shoulder, spun him around, then flipped him over onto the mat, pinning him. Ned couldn't believe how strong Bart was! Was it the ritual, he wondered, or was he always able to toss men around like ragdolls? As Bart climbed off him, he helped the smaller man up. Ned couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in Ned’s singlet.

Holy shit… is he getting a hard-on? Ned wondered, afraid to look directly at Bart’s expanding junk. He had no time to investigate further; Greg lunged at him, grappling with Ned as the smaller man awkwardly tried to dodge the thick arms coming at him. He ended up getting caught in Greg’s bearhug and forced down to the mat. Ned wheezed as Greg’s heavy body weighed down on him.

“Don’t hurt him, you big moron!” Coach said. Bart hefted Greg off with ease. Ned gasped for breath.

“O-okay… are we… done now?” Ned coughed. Dominick was on him immediately, wrapping his legs around Ned and flipping him to the ground.

Ned found himself staring up at the ceiling again, seeing stars from the impact. Bart reached down and helped him up.

“Not bad for your first day,” Bart said with a grin. “Maybe we get you on the mat a few more times?” He leaned in and ruffled Ned’s hair, breathing deeply as he did.

“Wait, do we gotta smell him every day?” Greg said, looking from Bart to the coach, then back to Bart.

“You do what your body tells you to,” Coach said. “Obey me first, and your body second.”

Greg shrugged and pulled Ned toward him. He grabbed a handful of the singlet and sniffed it.

“Careful!” Bart said, shoving Greg away. “He’s not a fucking doll.” He smiled down at Ned, who felt helpless between these giants. Ned yelped as he realized Dominick was on the floor, head between Ned’s legs, facing up. His eyes were closed and the big hunk was breathing Ned’s smell deeply.

Afterward, Ned stripped out of the singlet and stared at his body in the mirror. He was worried any of the big men would burst into the locker room at any moment (and part of him wanted Bart to do exactly that). He lifted his arms and inhaled deeply. All he smelled was the crisp woody scent of his deodorant. What were these guys smelling anyway? He huffed the singlet, searching for a trace of his own stink, but found nothing.

He left out the back door, hoping to avoid any further contact with the three jocks or the coach.

DAY TWO

Ned sat in his writing class, sifting through his copy of his classmate Reggie’s short story. “So, while I think a lot of this is really well-written–the imagery on pages 2 and 3, for example, and the narrator’s internal monologues showing some really smart language–I have to say…”

The door suddenly swung open. Ned’s classmates, their desks all in a circle, spun around to watch Bart, Dominick and Greg suddenly walking in. They each grabbed a desk as if their presence was entirely commonplace. Ned couldn’t believe how… BEEFY they all looked. All three of them were known for strutting around campus in skin-tight attire, but they all looked to be bursting at the seams. As big Bart squeezed his big form into a desk, Ned was certain he heard a few clothing fibers popping and tearing.

The entire class was silent, focused on the three large intruders, until Ned finally continued his thought. “...anyway, I have to say that the ending here is a little unearned.”

“Great point dude!” Dominick blurted out.

Reggie (who was just as slightly built as Ned) wasn’t hearing Ned’s criticisms. He, like everyone else, was shocked that these three wrestlers were now participating in class.

The professor, a portly older gentleman, cleared his throat. “Uh, sirs, could we… uh, maybe keep it down? If you insist on being here for this class… If you could keep your commentary to a minimum…”

Ned rolled his eyes at the professor. What? Why doesn’t he just kick them out? “Guys, uh… could you, y’know, wait outside?”

Dominick and Greg didn’t budge, but Bart finally rose from his seat and gestured for the others to follow. He winked at Ned as they each went out the door. Ned had to stoop to fit through the doorframe.

“What was THAT?” Reggie said, ruffling his blond hair and staring wide-eyed at Ned. “Did you KNOW those guys?”

Ned was shocked to find the three jocks waiting outside the door for him. He tried to ignore them and walk past, but Bart fell into step beside him and even rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Reggie, I’ll catch up with you later,” Ned said. When Reggie was out of earshot, he spun around and stared up at Bart. “What are you guys even doing?” he whispered. “Does Coach know you’re just barging in on my class like that?”

“It’s weird,” Dominick interrupted. “We could… sense where you were.”

Ned cocked his head to the side. “What are you talking about?”

Greg grabbed Ned by the arm. “Dude, it’s amazing! We know where you are, like, twenty-four hours a day! We just close our eyes and… it’s like we can smell you. Like bloodhounds.”

Bart detached Greg from the smaller man and pushed his beefy buddies aside. “Ned, we apologize for just barging in like that. We just realized today we could sort of track you… must be part of the spell… and when we got to your classroom, we just had to see you, y’know?”

Ned took a step back. “I mean, did Coach need us to do anything today? For the spell?”

The three jocks shrugged. “But if you wanted to hang out anyway…” Bart said, hanging his head with a puppy-dog grin on his face.

“I’m sorry, I have a lot to do,” he said. As he hustled away, he shuddered as he realized that no matter where he went, the three men he used to fantasize about would know where he was.

DAY THREE

Ned was napping after lunch when his eyes snapped open. He’d caught something on a breeze, floating in through his slightly open window. It was a smell. It reminded him of that night in the gym, with the “ritual three” sniffing him.

He rolled over, trying to dismiss the scent, but it grew stronger. He heard his heart pounding in his ears. He pulled a pillow over his head. Still, the scent filled his nostrils with every breath.

He finally burst from his bed. He shuffled out of his dorm room, down the hallway with his head down, and finally burst into open air. The smell was relentless now. And with his eyes closed, he could still sense exactly where it was coming from.

As he hurried toward the source of the inescapable stench–which he knew belonged to the three jocks bound to him by the ritual–he found that he could detect each individual scent from the trail. He knew the musky odor that was Dominick, the heady brew that belonged to Greg, and especially the crisp, clean smell that belonged to Bart.

With every step, he tried to deny what was clearly going on. Coach was full of it, he knew. He still didn’t have the money transferred into his account, and he didn’t expect it would ever get there. Maybe it was all a prank against him?

He froze when he found himself approaching the athletic department’s private gym. His mouth dropped as the doors burst open and Bart, Dominick and Greg all strutted out, looking even bigger than they had the day before.

Greg’s shoulders had ballooned up, giving him an even more exaggerated “superhero” physique. Dominick’s softer, powerlifter physique had leaned out considerably. Rather than shedding the layer of bodyfat, however, it looked like his muscles had just absorbed it and expanded to fill the space.

Bart was the most impressive. He towered over the other two, but his lanky body had grown thick with added muscle. Ned’s mouth went dry when he saw the gigantic athlete walking with a bit of a waddle as he swung his legs around each other.

All three of the men were wearing torn clothing. Bart’s “shorts” had clearly once been pants until his quads had burst out of them. Dominick’s protruding pecs had torn his shirt down its center. Dominick’s massive glutes had split the seat of his joggers. All three of them had huge, bounding packages up front that hadn’t been there before.

Their heads snapped toward him. Ned froze, wondering what had compelled him to follow their trail. It had been automatic, and yet now that he was there he regretted doing it.

“No shit!” Greg said, elbowing the others. “Look, he can seek us out now too!”

“Yeah,” Bart said with a smile, rubbing his powerful hands together. “Looks like none of us can hide from each other now.”

As they approached him, Ned’s impulse to flee was overwhelmed by another urge. He wanted to be near them. As Dominick leaned in to smell his shirt, Ned felt a tingling through his body. It felt good to be near them, like a circuit was finally complete. Why had he ever fought this?

Suddenly Ned realized that other students passing by were staring. The three jocks were sniffing him like dogs. Bart seemed to be the most voracious. Ned looked down to see that he was pitching an obvious tent in his slacks. Humiliation washed over him.

“I… I have to go, guys…”

“Where you gotta go?” Bart said, immediately lifting Ned off the ground and throwing him over his shoulder. “We’ll get you there. No sense you walking around on your own with us around…”

Ned tried to resist, but Bart’s sweaty body smelled AMAZING. His voice had gotten considerably deeper since he’d sprouted his newfound muscle. Ned tingled with Bart’s every spoken word. He buried his face in Bart’s massive back, unable to bear the stares of the rest of campus as he was carried back to his dorm.

All three of them gave Ned a long, deep sniff when they dropped him out. Bart lingered the longest.

DAY FOUR

Reggie, arms crossed in his dorm room, hesitated to hand over the keys to his car.

“You’ve been weird as hell all week,” Reggie said, yanking the keys away as Ned reached for them. “AND you’re starting to hang out with those steroid freak wrestler guys! Tell me what’s going on!”

Ned hadn’t slept all night, and he looked as disheveled as he felt. He couldn’t get the three wrestlers out of his mind. He’d tried drinking a few beers, hoping drunkenness would dull their connection, but as soon as he got a buzz, he felt compelled to seek them out again.

“Honestly, if I explained it to you, you wouldn’t believe it,” Ned said.

“Are you fucking those guys?” Reggie accused, his voice a whisper.

“NO!” Ned exclaimed, although a flash of Bart’s naked body entered his mind.

“Then what is it? Why do you need my car so badly?”

“I just need to get away…” he said. Ned’s head tilted toward the open window near Reggie’s desk. He rushed over to slam it shut. He could smell the jocks… they were near.

“Leave the window open,” Reggie said. “Just stop freaking out and be honest with me!”

Ned suddenly remembered Coach’s orders: if he told anyone else about the ritual, the magic would be dispelled. Coach had threatened that he’d forfeit the money, but Ned knew the jocks would forfeit their gains. He imagined the three of them suddenly deflating as the truth left his lips, their connection severed. Could he really do that to Bart–or to any of them?

“I will pay you two thousand dollars if you give me your car for two days,” Ned said. “And I will explain all of this when I get back. I promise.”

Reggie was even more confused about the offer, but he was a poor college student. That money could truly make a difference for him. He was as susceptible to the offer of cash as Ned had been.

In the campus parking garage, he paused, mid-sprint, to catch his breath. “They’re coming,” he said quietly. “They’re fucking coming!” He had to fight the urge to run to them. He knew they were tracking him. When he found Reggie’s car, he leapt at it, unlocking the door and leaping in, furiously jamming the keys in the ignition.

“He’s here, isn’t he?” said Dominick. “I mean, we can sense him. Why doesn’t he want to be near us?”

The jocks’ deep voices echoed through the parking structure.

“He’s got his reasons,” Bart bellowed.

“Hey, I’ve got needs too!” Greg said. “Today I couldn’t stop thinking about him, like, massaging me. Like giving me a backrub. And massaging my quads.”

“And my forearms,” Dominick chimed in. “And getting his fingers around my guns. I mean, it’s because of him my arms got this huge. Shouldn’t he be the one to appreciate them?”

“I want him to massage my abs,” Bart said solemnly. “Digging his fingers in… just really enjoying every inch of what he’s helping me become.”

“Isn’t he gay? Shouldn’t he want this?” Greg barked. “Hey, there he is!”

Ned slammed his foot on the gas. His heart broke as he drove past them. He realized as he fled that he wasn’t afraid of what they would do to him… he was afraid of what he would do to them.

DAY FIVE

Ned shivered when his phone rang. It was the coach’s number. He considered ignoring it, but then again, there was the money… and in one day this would all be over. He’d need the money to make good on his deal with Reggie, and to pay off the credit card he’d used to rent the hotel room he’d fled to. His heart bursting, he finally answered. “Hell-oo?” he said, belching up the beer he’d chugged earlier in the middle of the word.

“My men want to know why you’re running away from them,” Coach said. The calmness in his voice was disturbing.

“I’m not… running away,” Ned explained. “I just can’t handle what’s happening. It’s too much… it’s just too much.”

He’d driven two hours from campus; only then had the smell of the jocks died down enough to grant him a little peace (although it was still there, and if he concentrated he probably could have followed it back to campus blindfolded).

“I know, those guys can be a lot,” Coach said with a chuckle. “The ritual’s really powerful. But you’re all connected, now… some more than others.”

Ned felt the hair on the back of his neck standing on end; he knew exactly who Coach was referring to.

“You should see how freaking big they are now, Neddie-boy!” Coach cajoled. “You know, they’re pretty much immune to all disease now. And their life-spans are longer. They’ll live to be two-hundred years old–and then some! And so will you, Ned. You just gotta come back to the place where we started the ritual tomorrow, and it’s all over and you get your money.”

“And what happens to the guys?” Ned asked.

“They stay huge. And you stay their Omega. You’re all one unit now. And y’know what, Neddie? If you complete the ritual and want to leave town still, you’re free to do so, money in hand.”

Ned knew he wasn’t going to leave. He also knew the money wasn’t part of it anymore. He needed to get back to Bart. As he hung up the phone, he thought about all the girls he’d seen walking around campus with Bart. That big stud had been the most coveted man on campus for years! He used to fantasize that all he needed to do was to meet Bart, to get to know him, to show him what a great guy he was.

Ned cracked open another beer, his heart sinking. If only that had been what had happened, and not some magic spell. “Am I really that hard to be around,” Ned asked aloud, “that it took a magic spell for Bart to want to be near me?”

DAY SIX

The lights were off in the athletic center when Ned entered. He worried he’d come at the wrong time, but as soon as he walked into the gym, he saw a ring of candles in the exact spot they’d begun the ritual. He could see the candlelit faces of the wrestlers, the light dancing off their enormous, musclebound bodies. Each one of them looked like he’d been inflated with air. Every tiny movement made their bulk ripple and flex. Dominick scratched his chest; Ned was mesmerized by the rippling flesh, dissected by thick, ropey veins.

Ned almost didn’t notice Coach, who now looked small in comparison to his three godlike athletes. “Come on in, Neddie,” he said. “Right on time.”

All three of the jocks tensed as Ned approached, but Coach calmed them with gentle words. “Easy, fellas. It’s important you let the Omega take control here. That’s how the ritual goes.”

Each of the jocks closed his eyes, but Ned was sure Bart opened one eye as he passed.

“They’re… enormous,” Ned said. “How is anybody going to deal with how huge they are?”

“Part of the spell,” Coach explained. “Powerful magics. Rewriting reality. As far as anybody knows, these three guys were always big–and they grew to this size over the past three years.”

As soon as Ned entered the circle, he could actually feel the strength of the magic. His body tingled, his hair stood on end, and if he closed his eyes he could almost see wispy tethers running from his own chest, through each of the jocks, then back to him.

“If you’re ready to complete the ritual,” Coach said, still staring at his watch, “you just have to relieve these men of their filth. They’ve been letting it build up all day… they busted their asses at the gym this morning in those very same pairs of jeans they’re wearing now. Then they went out to the football field and tore it up wrestling with each other, getting mud all over them. They even pissed in their jeans, just to add to the grime that you’re going to lift away right now.”

Ned noticed several buckets of water with big sponges in each. He got to work on Dominick first; as the shortest, he was easiest to reach. As he unzipped Dominick’s jeans, the stink he’d built up hit Ned’s face hard. Ned was shocked to find that he actually enjoyed the potpourri of piss, filth and body odor, more potent than any man had ever stunk before. Dominick exhaled hard as Ned started to wash him.

Ned felt like he was washing a car as he lathered up the big man, then rinsed him clean. When he was finished, Dominick stood nude, completely cleansed. Ned moved on to Greg.

He couldn't believe how dense all their muscles were! Ned was in awe of the power each of them held. He asked Greg to lift his arm and the massive man did as he was told. Ned carefully washed the deep crevice of his armpit. Somehow, none of it felt erotic in the least; he was caring for these men as if they were his prized possessions. As he washed Greg’s huge, pendulous cock, he lifted it to appreciate its heft. There was nothing sexual about this move, however. Greg was massive all over now, thanks to Ned. He was just admiring what he’d helped Greg accomplish.

When he got to Bart, however, he felt something different. He knew Bart was the alpha; it was obvious, the way he towered over the other men weighing close to 500 pounds. Ned had never felt more insignificant than when he approached Bart, feeling like an insect approaching a gorilla, but Bart bowed his head and crouched down so Ned could reach every part of him. As he washed the gargantuan athlete, he felt something different in their connection. As he washed and rinsed Bart’s cannonball biceps, he thought something new was rising off the giant’s body, beyond the smell. Ned sensed a mild anxiety in the giant. He could actually feel Bart’s fear as the brutish man finally accepted a part of himself he’d denied his entire life.

As he continued to wash the man, running his fingers through Bart’s incredibly deep abs (just like he wanted) he started to get flashes of Bart’s memories. A moment, years ago, when Bart noticed a freshman Ned lost on campus. A party their sophomore year when Ned stood in the corner, drinking to dispel his social discomfort, while women threw themselves at Bart across the room.

Then there was the moment that Coach arranged the ritual. Ned could see Bart’s memories as if they were a movie playing before his eyes: Bart walked in, took a look at this small, adorable man, and considered–for just a second–the idea of getting close to him. Bart had always known Ned was gay; the ritual was the excuse he needed to allow himself to get close to someone like that.

And thanks to the magic, their connection had blossomed in only six days.

The candles all extinguished at once as soon as Ned finished washing Bart.

“Ritual complete,” Coach said. He walked across the empty gymnasium to the light switches.

Before the lights had switched on, Bart had reached down to grab Ned, lifting him up to hold him against his protruding shelf of chest muscles. Ned’s arms spread wide only covered a third of the circumference of Bart’s gigantic body, but the big man held Ned between his pec cleavage with one hand as they finally kissed. His huge cock shot to attention.

“YEAH, big man!” Dominick cheered on his friend.

“How about we give you a little alone time?” Greg offered.

“And now we see exactly WHY Ned was the perfect Omega,” Coach said as the two other super-sized athletes joined him near the gym door. “And why Bart is his perfect Alpha.”

Ned was lost in a frenzy as Bart gently allowed him to explore his titanic frame. Ned’s touch seemed to be electric to the huge musclefreak, who was nearly drooling before Ned had made it halfway around his body. Ned couldn’t believe how much power was in this gigantic body, and yet how sweet and gentle the giant was as he caressed Ned’s much smaller body.

“You can connect with your Omega later, boys,” Coach said to Dominick and Greg as they left the gym. “Big Bart and Neddie-boy have their own ritual they need to perform.”