Halloween Collin couldn’t resist taking a selfie of himsel..

Halloween Collin couldn’t resist taking a selfie of himself in front of the mirror. His costume for the fraternity’s Halloween party was awesome. Colin felt like it was appropriate for him, as he was a Greek god after all. He adjusted the already short tunic higher to show off his bare, muscular legs. Collin was proud of his body and showed it off as much as possible. To be as authentic looking as possible, the blonde muscle god even wore only a tiny pair of white bikini briefs under the tunic. “Dude, can you zip me up,” Collin’s roommate, Peter, came out of the bathroom, struggling to zip up the back of his extremely tight Spider-Man costume. “Sure, man,” Collin turned to face Peter’s exposed shredded back and gripped the zipper that ran from the small of the dark hair jock’s back up the muscle layered back. “The measurements online sucks. I should have got the next size,” Peter said as his friend struggled to pull the zipper up. “Damn dude, it's tight. There it goes,” Collin finally was able to pull the zipper all the way up. “Fit like a glove,” Collin laughed. “I only can fit a jockstrap under it,” Peter laughed in return as he checked himself in the mirror. The spandex Spider-Man suit left little to the imagination. It hugged every bulging muscle and sexy curve on the 6 foot muscular jock. “Lisa would love it,” Collin laughed, referring to Peter's long time girlfriend. “I hope it would get her in the mood to finally fuck,” Peter adjusted his bulging crotch. Even with the jockstrap under the suit the outline of his impressive cock was visible through the second skin like costume. The fraternity annual Halloween party was the biggest in the college town, it was the go to place to be seen and muscle jocks Collin and Peter were definitely noticed. It was wall to wall people, all dressed up for Halloween. The music was loud and pounding as Collin and his girlfriend Monica made their way through the crowds. Collin suddenly bumped into what he thought was a brick wall. He looked up and found himself standing before a mountain of muscles all painted red from top of his head to toe. The seven foot tall mountain of muscles looked like the devil, with realistic horns on his forehead and goat like legs. “Dude, awesome costume,” Collin peered up at the giant and raised his beer bottle. Monica giggled as she looked at the stranger’s red loincloth. A huge piece of meat was tenting the tiny cloth out. “Do I know you man,” Collin asked over the loud musicas he noticed the devil dressed stranger staring down at him. The devil didn’t say a word, and only shaked his head no. “The strong silent type,” Monica giggled. However, the way the stranger was staring at him, gave Collin the creeps. “Well, have fun dude,” Collin steared Monica away from the stranger. However, everytime Collin turned his head he saw the devil again, standing alone and staring at him. Later that evening, Collin found himself having to go to the bathroom, having consumed way too much beer. There was a long line at the downstairs bathrooms, so Collin slipped upstairs to the second floor. The second floor of the frat house was off limits for the most part to the partygoers, so the dark halls were deserted. Collin found a bathroom and closed the door behind him. He lifted his tunic and pulled out his cock. Colin felt so good as he relieved himself. Colin then heard the door swing open behind him, “sorry occupied.” However, he could feel the breath on the back of his muscular neck as the stranger moved closer behind him. “Dude, I’m not into that,” Collin pulled his cock back into his underwear and put down the tunic. Collin then turned his head and saw the guy painted like the devil, “what the fuck. Fuck off man.” Collin turned to leave but the giant pushed him against the sink. Collin felt the large hands pulling his briefs down his thick thighs as his tunic was pulled up exposing his round muscular ass. “I’m not gay, fuck off,” Collin protested but he was no match for the larger man. “Relax,” the voice rang through Collin’s head. It didn’t come from the stranger, but Collin knew it was his. Suddenly, the jock was overcome in a feeling of bliss as all resistance faded. His tunic was lifted to expose his sculpted ass cheeks as the stranger pressed his huge cock between Collin’s tight ass cheeks. Collin let out a deep moan as the massive red cock was pushed into him. Instead of pain, the straight jock felt only pleasure. His own cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum onto the bathroom floor. Collin threw back his blonde head and rested it against the red chest as the devil gripped Collin’s shredded muscular arms, using them to thrust in and out of the jock’s virgin hole. Suddenly Colin felt the hot seed filling him, as the devil came deep inside him. “Oh, ahh, Fffuck,” Colin cried out before passing out in the stranger’s arms. The devil smiled as he held the jock’s muscular limp body. He then scoops up Colin’s body and throws him over his shoulders as if he was a sack of potatoes. Collin’s powerful legs and well sculpted arms dangled over the huge red shoulders. The tunic felt over Colin’s head, exposing his beautiful smooth jock ass. No one even noticed or paid any attention as the stranger, painted all in red, carried the muscular jock over his shoulders through the crowded party and out through the front door. The devil laughed wickedly as his hands traveled up Colin’s well defined hamstrings and over the plump, flawless bubble ass. As he passed a group of co-Ed’s heading to the party, the devil gave Colin’s ass a hard slap, causing the out cold jock to let out a moan. However, none of the girls seemed to notice. The devil then continued to walk through campus while pushing a thick long finger into Colin’s abused hole. He smiled to himself as he felt the boy’s cock stir and grew hard, pressing against his huge red shoulders. The devil carried Colin right past Peter as the jock stumbled down the dark street in his revealing Spider-Man costume. Peter was wasted when Lisa caught him making out in a closet with Leslie, the campus slut. He tried to explain it was a mistake, he drank too much but Lisa ran off. Peter now was stumbling back to his dorm room at night. His head was pounding as he walked down the cold street. The autumn night wind brushing through the thin material of the costume against his muscular body. He didn’t realize that the campus walkways were suddenly deserted and pitched black as he walked. Peter was always used to the sidewalks on campus being well lit at all hours of the night. However, tonight, what should have been the busiest night of the year, everything was dark. He was so wasted that the beautiful jock didn’t notice he was being followed. The figure in dark clothes stood back as he followed the tall jock from the frat house toward the campus. The stranger marveled at Peter’s large developed ass as it stretched the thin material of the spandex suit. The very sight of the firm, sculpted glutes, flexing as he stumbled down the path made the stranger thirsty. The stranger kept his distance, observing, stalking Peter as if he was a prey. As a result, the jock had no concern or idea that he was being stalked by a predator. The shoes of the costume were not made for walking long distances on concrete. Peter’s feet were hurting and he stopped to lean against a lamp post. When he stopped he then heard the sounds of heavy footsteps behind him, growing closer with each step. Peter hasn't felt vulnerable in years. Although his face was boyish and innocent looking, his tall, chisel muscles gave him confidence that few people would mess with him. That however, gave him a false sense of security that night. He turned to face the stranger that was following him. The thin, pale looking man, all in black approached him. At first, Peter looked him over and felt no threat. He noticed the small man licking his reddish lips as he hungrily looked. “What you want, fag,” Peter’s voice was slurried from too much to drink. It was then that Peter got a good look at the intense red eyes. Instantly fear rushed through Peter. The jock wasn’t used to feeling fear of anyone. He tried to turn, to run. However, the thin, little man grabbed him by the shoulders. Before Peter could react, he heard a voice deep in his head telling him to relax. All resistance and fear faded from his body as the dark stranger gently kissed the back of his neck. The straight Peter let out a deep moan as the man kissed down the thick cords of muscles on the right side of his neck. “Relax, baby, it feels so good to relax,” the voice in his head was so smoothing. As a result every muscle in Peter’s body relaxed. He felt the cool breeze on his back as the zipper to the skin tight suit was lowered, revealing inch by inch of his smooth, chisel back. The stranger lowered the zipper to the v shape lines of Peter’s lower back and spread the costume to reveal the muscle layered rear delts. Then the stranger opened his mouth to expose his razor shaped teeth. Peter then felt a rush of pleasure as the teeth bit down on the thick pulsating vein of his neck. The stronger jock found himself growing weaker as he was being fed upon. The vampire ripped the suit open further until the jock’s bubble ass was exposed. Peter’s eyes rolled into his head as he suddenly felt a pressure between his smooth glutes. The thick cock, hardened by the younger man’s essence, pushed into the prey’s ass. Peter cried out as the vampire both fed upon him and fucked him. As the vampire took the jock to the edge of life, he came inside Peter, returning a new existence to him. The day after and the weeks following, no one saw either Peter or Colin again. There were all kinds of wild rumors, but nothing to explain their disappearance. It eventually became nothing more then an urban legend.