Bruuh huhuh ma deepest desire is to serve and worship u and become a himbo demon, like Sxodnir, becoming urs huuhuh
You had always been a man of action, a defender on the soccer field, ready to tackle any challenge that came your way. But today, you found yourself in a different kind of game, one that would change your life forever. The transformation of your teammate Scott into the himbo demon Sxodnir had sparked a curiosity within you, a desire to explore a new identity. And it was Felix, the enigmatic sorcerer, who held the key to unlocking this new world. As you stepped into Felix' sleek apartment, you felt a tingle of anticipation. You had deliberately chosen to wear a casual white shirt instead of your signature golden soccer kit, hoping to keep this encounter a secret from your teammates. Felix' eyes widened in surprise at your unusual attire, but he welcomed you with a mischievous smile. "Jacob, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect to see you here, especially not in such a... discreet outfit." "Yeah, Felix," you replied, your voice low and steady. "I wanted to talk to you about something... personal." Felix' eyebrows arched in curiosity. "Oh? And what might that be?" You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "I want to become a himbo demon, just like Scott. I mean, Sxodnir." The words feelt strange coming out of your mouth, but the desire burning within you was undeniable. Felix' eyes sparkled with amusement. "I see. And why the sudden interest in becoming a demon?" "I... I admire Sxodnir's transformation. He's more confident, more... appealing. And the way he serves you, it's... it's hot." You felt your face flush, but you pressed on. "I want that. I want to be transformed and serve you." Felix' lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Well, Jacob, it's not as simple as you might think. Sxodnir's transformation was triggered by a specific act—fornication with his brother." Your eyes widened at the revelation and a flicker of disappointment crossed your face. "I don't have siblings. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes." A mischievous smile played on Felix's lips. "Are you now? Then sit." He gestured to the couch, and you complied, your heart racing. This was it. Felix sat beside you, his proximity sending shivers down your spine.
"You're sure about this?" he whispered, his breath warm on your neck. As you settled into the soft cushions, Felix moved closer, his scent—a mix of lemon and cucumber—invading your senses. Before you could process what was happening, his lips were on yours, soft and insistent. You responded eagerly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his blond hair. His mouth tasted like honey and something more exotic, something that made your head spin. Breaking the kiss, Felix trailed his lips along your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. "You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?" he murmured, his fingers skillfully unbuttoning your shirt. "Yes," you breathed, your voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." Felix' hand slid down your chest, and you arched into his touch, craving more. He reached your waist and then lower, his fingers brushing the bulge in your pants. His hands wandered, one reaching down to grasp your crotch, stroking your hardening cock through the fabric of your pants. A moan escaped your lips, "Ah, Felix..." His fingers worked the fly of your pants, and he chuckled as he realized you're wearing your golden soccer shorts instead of underwear. "Eager, aren't we?" he teased, his touch making you harder, the fabric of your shorts straining. "Yes, I—," you started, your voice hoarse with desire, but Felix cut you off. "Shh, let's not rush things. This is perfect for what I have in mind." You nodded, unable to form coherent words. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you wanted more. Much more. "Perfect," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, we begin." Felix pulled away, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He stood, holding out his hand. "Come with me." With a flourish, he waved his hand, and a portal opened, revealing a dark, mysterious room.
You stepped through, your heart pounding. The room was vast, its high ceiling lost in the shadows. Black marble columns loomed around you, their surfaces adorned with golden reliefs of men in various poses. At the center, a basin filled with a shimmering golden liquid caught your eye. "Step in," Felix instructed, his voice echoing in the temple-like hall. You didn't hesitate. The arousal Felix had stoked in you made the decision easy. You stepped into the basin, the goo enveloping your legs, warm and cold at the same time.
It tugged at your soul, a sensation both pleasurable and terrifying. "Now, immerse yourself," Felix commanded. Doubts began to creep into your mind as you sank deeper into the goo. What if this was a mistake? What if— "Wait! I—I can't do this. I've changed my mind!" You tried to back away, but the goo held you fast. Felix' laughter filled the room, echoing off the marble columns. "Too late for doubts, my eager friend. Much too late." His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could protest further, the goo seemed to come alive, forcing you down. The goo enveloped you, its thick consistency sliding over your skin, leaving no inch untouched. It felt like a thousand tiny hands pulling at your very essence, and you realized with growing horror that your soul was being torn from your body. You cried out, the sound muffled as the goo engulfed your head. "No, please!" you screamed, but it was useless. Your soul was being ripped away, leaving you empty, and then, you were sinking, deeper and deeper into the golden abyss. You sensed your soul being drawn towards one of the marble columns, leaving a golden imprint of your form on its surface. The last thing you saw was the golden relief of your own face, frozen in agony, adorning the marble column.
Then, with a sudden rush, you broke free, emerging from the goo. But the world had transformed. The goo, once golden, was now as dark as the abyss, and the room was devoid of any trace of gold. The stark black marble columns towered around you, their coldness seeping into your bones. You knew, without a doubt, that you had entered the demon realm. Your reflection in the basin revealed a startling change. Horns, sleek and golden, curved gracefully from your temples, and from your back, majestic wings unfolded—a shimmering golden extension of your newfound demonic nature.
The sight should have terrified you, but instead, a foreign emotion surged through your veins—an intense, primal desire. "I need to mate," you whispered, the words echoing in the empty hall. "I need to fuck." The demon realm was desolate, and the thought of being trapped here sent a shiver down your spine. But your new, insatiable hunger drove you forward. You had to find a way out, compelled by the need to satisfy this burning lust. As if in response to your thoughts, a soft whisper cut through the silence, "Jaxor... Jaxor, I summon you. Come and serve." The name resonated within you, and you realized it was yours now. Jaxor.
Before you could fully process what was happening, your surroundings shifted. The dark, brooding temple of your transformation was gone, and you found yourself back in Felix' apartment.
The luxurious space was bathed in soft light, and your eyes immediately locked onto the figure of Sxodnir, the himbo demon. His golden wings shimmered, and his light blue eyes sparkled with a playful challenge. Driven by an instinctual urge, you pounced, your body moving with a newfound agility. You leaped onto Sxodnir, your hands gripping his shoulders, and you could feel his power beneath you. He struggled, his muscles rippling beneath your touch, but your strength was overwhelming. Sxodnir's breath came in short gasps as he tried to push you off, but it was futile. "Not so wild, Jaxor!" Felix' voice rang out, authoritative and laced with magic. His words cut through the haze of your desire, and you felt an invisible force pulling you away from Sxodnir. The room spun as you were lifted into the air, and for a moment, you hung suspended, your heart racing. With a gentle thud, you landed, finding yourself on your knees before Felix.
"No!" you screamed in frustration, the sound echoing off the walls. "I want Sxodnir! Let me have him!" Your voice was hoarse, filled with the raw need to claim your prey. Felix' laughter filled the room, a mix of amusement and a hint of fear. "My, my, Jaxor. Such passion. But I think we need to tame that wildness a bit." He snapped his fingers, and a rush of energy coursed through you. Your black leather pants transformed, morphing into a golden metal jockstrap that encased your cock, rendering it useless for the moment.
You bowed your head, the gesture one of complete devotion. "Command me, my master," you said, your voice steady and full of purpose. Felix' eyes widened, taking in the change in your demeanor. "You're... different," he mused. "Sxodnir has a playful spirit, but you... you're pure, raw desire. One moment you could tear the world apart, and the next, you kneel before me with unwavering loyalty." You remained silent, your gaze fixed on Felix. The need to serve him, to please him, was all-consuming. You would do anything to earn his favor, even if it meant restraining your own desires. "I see the way you look at me, Jaxor," Felix continued, his voice soft. "You want to please me, don't you?" "Yes, my master," you replied, your voice a low growl. "I live to serve you. To protect you." Your eyes flickered to the side, catching sight of Sxodnir.
Jealousy surged within you, but you pushed it down. You had no right to demand Felix' attention, but you could channel that emotion into something else - aggression! Felix smiled, understanding flashing in his eyes. "I must admit, I'm intrigued by your eagerness," Felix said, stepping closer to you. "You would do anything I say, wouldn't you?" "Yes, my master," you replied without hesitation. "I live to serve and obey." Felix' eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "And what if I were to ask you to... nuzzle my fingers?" Your heart raced at the prospect, and you couldn't suppress a low growl of desire. "I would consider it an honor, master." Felix laughed, a delightful sound that filled the room. "Very well, Jaxor. Nuzzle my fingers, and perhaps, if you're a good boy, I might let you taste something even sweeter." You eagerly knelt before Felix, your eyes never leaving his face. As he extended his hand, you leaned forward and gently nuzzled his fingers with your nose and lips, savoring his touch. Felix' laughter turned into a soft moan, and you felt a surge of satisfaction at bringing him pleasure.
But as you looked up, you noticed Felix' gaze had shifted. His eyes, sparkling with curiosity, landed on the golden soccer shorts you had been wearing—a memento from your former life as Jacob. “May I?” Felix asked, his voice laced with intrigue. He didn't wait for a response, already reaching for the shorts. You nodded, your mouth suddenly dry as you watched him undress. The golden fabric glimmered under the soft lighting, and you could almost feel the weight on your soul. Felix stepped into the shorts, his slender fingers pulling them up his thighs.
As the material enveloped his body, he let out a soft gasp. “Oh…” His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and you noticed the bulge forming in the shorts. The sight of Felix' growing arousal made your mouth water. “Incredible…” Felix murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his hands over the fabric. “I can feel the magic.” Suddenly, his movements became more fluid, graceful, like a dancer. He spun, and you realized he was mimicking the movements of a skilled soccer player. The golden shorts had awakened Jacob's athletic prowess within him. “I feel like I could play for hours without tiring,” Felix laughed, his voice echoing in the room. “And the skills… I can do things with a ball I’ve never even attempted before!” You watched, mesmerized, as Felix demonstrated a series of intricate dribbles and shots. The transformation was astonishing. It was as if Jacob's talent had been infused into Felix' body. “Normally, these would turn me into a member of the Golden Team, right?” Felix asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. You nodded, your voice hoarse as you responded, “Yes, that’s their power. To grant the skills and spirit of the Golden Team.” Felix smiled, and you saw a hint of the sorcerer's power in his eyes. “Well, I’m not just anyone. I’m Felix, the sorcerer. I absorb their magic, but I won’t be joining any team.” As you watched, the golden shorts lost their luster, turning to their usual black color. Simultaneously, a red and black striped soccer jersey materialized on Felix' body, fitting him perfectly.
“Hmmm…” Felix' eyes narrowed in concentration, and you sensed him probing the magic he had just absorbed. “This power… it’s… arousing.” You swallowed, your throat dry as you understood the implications. Felix' gaze met yours, and you saw the determination in his eyes. “I think I’ll pay a visit to the Golden Team’s practice field. I heard they make out after each session. Time to join the fun!”
With a wink, Felix vanished, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of magic.
As you stood there, a jockstrap of golden metal now a part of your new form, you realized the transformation was more than physical. You were Jaxor, a being of raw desire and unwavering loyalty. And in that moment, you knew that serving Felix, exploring your new powers, and dominating those who crossed your path would be your destiny.
