Forging Sterling:36 (Final)
Breck Jones looked out at the West Point campus. These last few months had been crazy, and things had been moving very fast.
Legally getting his name changed had been one of the first things he had done after graduating Blackthorne. He had no interest in the Breckenridge legacy, or being judged for a life he no longer lived. Arthur had tried to fight it, but he was 18 now; legally an adult. Even the best lawyers couldn't argue that.
Not that it had stopped the old man from trying. Presently he was wagging a lawsuit against Blackthorne, claiming the academy had brainwashed his son and other conspiratorial nonsense. Breck didn't think it had at all; it had made him able to stand on his own two feet and pursue the life he wanted. The case didn't seem likely to go anywhere, accomplishing nothing but making a few lawyers very rich and teaching a tycoon that the world would not always bend to his whims. Which was a lesson that was long overdo for the man, Breck thought.
The dorm room at West Point was nothing special. Two sets of bunk beds-- he'd be rooming with 3 other cadets. Most people might hate that, but Breck had just spent the last two years living with 60. This was fucking paradise compared to that.
Speaking of his roommates, one of them was very familiar...
"Can't believe they put us together." Hawkins told him, slinging a meaty arm around Breck's broad shoulders as he pulled him close and tight. The pair were shirtless, which was common for them: any modesty Breck had had from either decorum or embarrassment long burnt out of him. "What do I have to do to fucking get rid of you, man?"
Breck forced him off with an elbow and turned and grinned at his friend as he crossed his arms. "Guess you got lucky." He slapped his friend's abs. "Or maybe they knew we pushed each other more than any drill sergeant ever could."
"Guess we do serve as motivation." Hawkins smirked, then shook his head. "Man, for real though, I never thought we'd end up here. Well, I always knew I would. But you? The soft little prince that cried like a bitch in the shed about how you wanted to go home?"
Breck grinned. "Guess the bitch grew up."
"Yeah he did." They slapped hands. "Thanks to me."
"Yeah dude, keep telling yourself that. Might make you feel better that you don't outlift me anymore."
"Oh we'll see about that, pretty boy." Hawkins still called him pretty boy, though the name by now had become completely ironic. Two years of hard workouts and grinding had ruined Breck's once delicate, model worthy features. Or as he preferred to think of it, improved. He was still handsome, but in a far more rugged and beastly way.
Hawkins grew more serious. "For real, bro. Two years can change a lot. You're not the same kid. You survived hell and came out the other side."
"I prefer to think I did die there," Breck said. "Then I was reborn." And he could not even put into words how glad he was for that. If he could go back in time, the only thing he'd change would be getting the little shit he had used to be sent to Blackthorne sooner.
"That's my fucking brother. "West Point ain't ready for us. We're gonna fucking crush it bro!"
"Hell yeah!" The warriors-- the brothers-- clasped hands and side hugged, ready for whatever the future threw at them.
"LETS FUCKING DO THIS!"
The End
Post Script: This story was originally intended just to see if I could make a cohesive one out of a series of Sora videos. It was never meant to be a full blown story; I planned to have a few paragraphs at most at each entry, but as the piece continued it quickly spiraled out of control and became far more plot heavy than I ever intended.
Despite this, I hope it was enjoyable for some of you guys. I've always been really into slower paced "realistic" transformations so this was really fun to write and scratched my own kinky itches lol. I'm a sucker for happy endings so had to give this story one, but hopefully Sterling still suffered enough indignities and humiliations to make this satisfying; I definitely believe Sterling had to die for Breck to be born, and that was always going to be a painful process. But one he'd gladly go through 1000 times over. :)
Thanks again for reading!
