Uneven Friends

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Uneven Friends (ncmc wiki 2005-05-26)

by Killerwhale Zeus and NCMC

NOTE: This is a group-created derivative work based on an earlier story. The opinions, intent and morals expressed in this new work are not necessarily those of the original author and they can not be held responsible for this new derivative.

Uneven Friends
Based on the story by Killerwhale Zeus

Chapter One

Chad was still not sure why he had agreed to do it. He was desperate for cash ... just a little bit extra to pay off this month's bills. He was behind in his rent, he needed some books for college, food was scarce, his car was bung and one of his molar teeth had been killing him for a few weeks now ... but still, he could've managed until next Thursday, when his pay-cheque arrived. If he was truly, absolutely desperate, he knew thirty people that would loan him money. Chad was, after all, a popular, handsome college student, an ace on the football team, good with his studies and handy with the women. Why had he agreed?

Chad had been tired and quite drunk. The land-lord had just spent the last five minutes on the phone threatening him and some bills had just arrived in the mail. He wearily hung up the phone and flopped back down on the couch. His flat-mate Jake handed him another beer sympathetically.

"You look bummed, man, still got money troubles?"

Chad took a long swig of the beer. "Yeah, until next Thursday ... a whole nine days away. I'm screwed ... big time."

Jake looked at his friend. "I know a way ... nah ... you'd never be interested."

Chad's ears pricked up, "What? What were you going to say? You know a way for me to get some easy money? How?"

"Look, forget it. It's just dumb. It's a dumb idea. I should never have even brought it up."

By now, Chad was curious, "Tell me, Jake. I really need some quick cash."

Jake put down his beer and look Chad directly in the eyes. "I've found this book ... it's supposedly a magic book. There are a bunch of spells in it ... There's one in particular I want to try."

Chad burst out laughing. "Magic book? Spells? What does it do, make money grow on trees?" Jake looked hurt. Chad stopped laughing, "Are you serious? You think it's a real magic book?"

"Yes I do, well, maybe ... who really knows? But just forget it. I can see you're not interested."

Chad thought about it for a moment. Magic? It sounded impossible, yet, if there was some way he could solve his financial difficulties, he'd be a fool not to try it. "Not so fast, Jake, I am interested. I need some money and I'll try anything to get it."

Jake seem satisfied with that answer. "Still, the spell I have in mind is ... well, it's pretty degrading."

"What? What spell is it?"

"It's a way to transfer a small amount of your strength to me. Except, for it to be fair, I have to offer you an amount of money that you'll accept."

"What? Is that all, a little bit of my strength? I'll do that," Chad flexed his arm, he had more than enough muscle to spare, besides, he could always get more, "What do I have to do? How much money are we talking about?"

Jake paused for a moment, "This is where it gets a bit delicate. For the spell to work, you have to, ahem, blow me off." Jake started to blush furiously.

Chad almost choked on his beer. "You want me to put your penis in my mouth? No. No way. That is never going to happen."

"Hey! Fair enough! I was not going to do anything about this spell, but you said you needed the money and I was prepared to offer one hundred dollars."

Chad blinked. One hundred dollars. For five minutes work? No-one would ever need know. One hundred dollars. Chad could not believe he was seriously considering this. He had nothing against gays, but found their "way of life" personally off putting. However, could he put aside his squeamishness to earn a quick one hundred dollars?

"I'll do it."

Now it was Jake's turn to splutter. "What?"

"I said, I'll do it. But I want it to be done quickly, and you have to swear, never, ever to tell anyone about it."

"Sure!" Jake could hardly contain his excitement. He wasn't gay, but if this spell worked then he would be on his way to a great life. "When do you want to do it?"

Chad reflected on this. "I'm drunk now, so let's do it now."

Jake nodded, stood up and went to his room to fetch the book. Soon they were both standing some what awkwardly in the lounge room.

"So, um, how does this work?" Asked Chad, all of a sudden feeling a lot worse about this whole thing.

"Okay, well, I give you the money, then you ... um ... swallow ... and then I recite this small chant."

"Heh. As easy as that, eh?" joked Chad nervously.

Jake fumbled with his wallet and withdrew a fresh one hundred dollar note. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

At the sight of the money, Chad practically began to drool. Jake took that as a 'yes'. "Okay, you take the money and, well, start. I guess." Chad looked at him with resignation and a bit of trepidation as he took the money. He sat down on the couch and Jake walked closer to him, positioning the crotch of his jeans near Chad's face. Chad sighed and began. He unzipped Jake's pants and reached in and found Jake's cock. It was already semi-hard and rapidly hardening when Chad brought it out in to the open. Chad glanced at it, not wanting to think about it too much, and noticed that it was cut, like his, and of average length, maybe six inches. Chad's was substantially bigger. He closed his eyes and placed it in his mouth. It was warm and firm. Chad was pleasantly surprised about how non-offensive it was.

"Are you just going to let it sit there? Aren't you supposed to move your mouth or something?" Asked Jake. Chad was startled. He kind of thought that putting the thing in his mouth was triumph enough, now he realised he had to do a bit more. He began to move his mouth up and down the top of Jake's shaft, and applied a gentle pumping motion with his mouth. He even risked opening his eyes, and found himself "face to face" with Jake's crotch. In amongst the pants and underwear he could see pubic hairs. He closed his eyes again and willed the whole thing to go faster.

Suck, suck, suck - Chad kept going despite himself. He couldn't believe his was sucking his friend's cock. It kept getting harder in his mouth. What was he doing, letting this happen?

Chad was surprised to hear Jake groan and even more surprised to feel Jake start to buck and pump Chad's face. Without warning, Jake came in Chad's mouth. Chad didn't want to swallow, but the surprise and force of the ejaculation found its way down his throat. Involuntarily, he swallowed by reflex, and the deed was done. He had just sucked a cock and ate his friend's hot load.

Jake began to intone his incantation. "Now that you have accepted my bounty and my seed, you must repay me!"

A wave of dizziness swept over Chad and he slumped back on the couch. Jake dropped the book and grabbed Chad. "Chad! Are you alright?" Chad took a few deep breaths and nodded. "I just felt a bit dizzy. Probably a reaction from what I had to do."

Chad stood up. He didn't feel any different, "You were ripped off my friend. That was the easiest one hundred dollars I've ever earned."

Jake looked down at the book. It was lying where he had dropped it. "I don't understand, I don't feel anything."

Chad and Jake resumed their seats in front of the television and went back to drinking their beers.

Later that night, in his own room, Chad flexed his muscles in front of the mirror. He was relieved that he looked no different. But still he felt a little uneasy about what he had done today.

Despite having fiercely brushed his teeth, he could still taste the bitter 'meal' from Jake. He stripped down naked and got in to bed.

In Jake's room, a remarkably similar sequence of events was occurring. Jake was flexing his much more modest muscles in the mirror. He could detect no change, but was quietly confident. Unlike his troubled friend, he slept very soundly that night. Very soundly indeed.

Chapter Two

The follow day, Chad tried to go about his business as usual. But he felt haunted. He could taste Jake's jism in his mouth all day, and as the shadows lengthened it got worse and worse. He felt run down and worse, he felt dirty. When he arrived home he went straight for the shower.

He stripped naked and stepped in to the hot shower. He instantly felt the rushing water calm his nerves and loosen his tension in his back and neck. Chad had not realised how wound up he had been. After ten or fifteen minutes of soaking, he began to rub himself absent-mindedly. He was semi-hard and decided to encourage it. In the calm of the shower it felt good to stroke his dick, but he couldn't seem to get a full erection. He felt hard, but not quite as big as normal. After about five minutes, he neared completion when all of a sudden the water turned freezing cold. With a yell he fell backwards and out of the shower, landing on his naked backside. Chad cursed under his breath, got up and turned the shower off. The old water heating system in this run down house had run out of hot water as usual.

After Chad had gotten dressed and done some study, he left his room and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Jake was in the lounge room watching television and when he saw Jake, he swallowed involuntarily at the memory of the previous evening.

Chad whipped himself up some two minute noodles and sat himself down on the couch.

"Hey Jake, what's on?"

Jake picked up the television guide and had a quick glance at it. "Not much, a repeat of the X-Files, Star Trek's on in about five minutes." Chad nodded and started to eat his noodles.

They had watched television for a few hours and it was getting late. Jake turned to Chad and was about to say something, when Chad interrupted, "I know what you're about to say, Jake, and I agree ... we shouldn't have done such a stupid thing last night. But you're not getting your money back."

Jake laughed, "I wasn't about to say it was a mistake. I'm happy with what happened last night."

Chad looked at Jake like he was crazy. Chad was sure his black-haired friend had blown one hundred dollars. If it was Chad's money, he would've been furious. Jake paused for a minute before continuing, "In fact, I want to do it again, except I've only got fifty dollars."

Chad stared at his friend in amazement, "Are you crazy??? There's no way I'm ever going to suck anyone's cock again, let alone for anything less than one hundred dollars! I'm beginning to think you're a poofter, Jake."

Jake was taken aback. "I'm not a queer, Chad. It's just, that, all today I've been feeling a little bit ... energised, with more vitality and, well, manly. I want to try it just once more to be sure."

"No fucking way," Chad was really getting angry now. "It was a mistake to do it in the first place. Even putting aside the sexual stuff, we shouldn't be messing around with the occult anyway."

"Come on, Chad, just once more ... I'm willing to pay fifty dollars."

Chad grabbed Jake by the collar. He was twice as large as his scrawny friend Jake and he was using every muscle to intimidate him, "No way ... and if you mention this to anyone else ever ... I will beat the shit out of you and your magic book. Do you understand me?"

Jake turned pale and stuttered, "I understand ... I'm sorry. I won't mention it every again."

Chad let go of his friend and turned back to face the television. They both lapsed in to silence. As Chad sat there fuming he thought about the events of the previous evening. What was so wrong with what he had done? He had explored a possible source of magic with a friend and gotten paid a lot of money for it. I mean, he reasoned to himself, if the magic had really worked (and it hadn't), then he would have had access to a real book of magic spells. Women gave men oral sex all the time, and he'd heard many stories from his friends of mutual masturbation. Hell, it wasn't something he hadn't read in a million porno stories. In fact, the more Chad thought about it, the less important the whole thing seemed. In fact, fifty dollars was still a lot of money. A hell of a lot of money. With the hundred dollars from last night, he would almost be able to pay off his entire rent bill. His anger faded away and was replaced by regret. He had probably blown his chance to make a quick fifty dollars! Chad glanced across at Jake, perhaps it was not too late.

"Hey, Jake. Is that fifty dollars still on the table?"

Jake looked at him with surprise, "I thought you ... sure!" Chad grinned and gestured to his friend, "Well, stand up, open your wallet, I don't have all night."

Jake practically jumped up. He snatched his wallet off the table and grabbed a fifty dollar note out. This one was all crumpled and dirty, but Chad didn't care. Fifty dollars was fifty dollars.

In a near exact repeat of last night, Chad sat on the couch while Jake stood in front of him. Chad unzipped Jake's pants and moved his mouth in to position. Chad put Jake's dick in his mouth and started to mouth the cock carefully. It felt a bit bigger than last night; he guessed he was turning Jake on. Chad could smell the same musky smell from last night and he realised how distasteful he found the whole situation. This was definitely the last time he'd do this, Chad thought to himself, it's just not my thing. Chad remained fairly inert while Jake moved himself in and out.

"Yeah, suck it," Jake said softly.

Chad let him put the cock in and out of his mouth faster, and found to his dismay that he was getting hard himself. Oh well, he thought. It's probably just me remembering the last time I have gotten a hot blowjob myself from a girl.

"Unh, unh, unh," Jake moaned. It wouldn't be long now. "Here it fucking comes man, oh god, oh FUCK! YEAHHHHHHHHHHH..." he moaned, shooting his hot, creamy mansauce into him.

Jake repeated the incantation and once again, Chad felt weak as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Jake groaned and after a few spasms, fell down on the couch, spent and satisfied. He looked over at Chad and smiled, "That was great." Chad felt pleased, "Thanks, man. But that was the last time." Jake appeared not to hear him, but then said, "Sure man, whatever you say."

Chapter Three

Nothing else happened until the following Monday, but Chad had noticed some small changes since that fateful evening. His pants had all seemed a little looser around his quads. At the gym he had been unable to lift his usual weights and had had to settle for twenty kilos less. Also, Jake had seemed a little different. At the football on Saturday, the usually meek player had suddenly found a fiery streak. Sure, thought Chad, the guy was still terrible at the game, but with his new confidence Jake had even managed to touch the ball a few times. Also, Jake's demeanour had changed. He seemed ... Chad wasn't quite sure of the word ... louder. And Chad was unsure how to respond. In fact, he found himself agreeing with Jake more and more often.

That Monday night, things were going along as usual. They were both sitting there watching the television, when Jake said, "Man, I'm thirsty. Can you get me a drink, Chad?" It was a reasonable request, and Chad was going to get a drink for himself at the next ad-break anyway, but it was indicative of Jake's new demeanour. He would never have asked Chad to get him a drink before. "Sure Jake, next ad, okay?" Jake looked at him, "I could really use that drink now, Chad."

Chad felt his anger rising. He was getting a little bit annoyed at this new Jake. If the man wanted a drink so badly, he could it himself. The fridge was only fucking twenty metres away! He looked at his roommate appraisingly and was surprised to see that Jake was not as weedy as he had thought. He had to have been working out recently. He was really filling out his t-shirt.

Chad thought about starting an argument with Jake, but then reason seemed to prevail. Why get Jake mad tonight? It would only send them both off in a rage. Chad stood up and fetched the drink. When he returned, Jake took the drink and said, "Thanks pal."

They sat there for the next half hour watching their show, when Jake turned to Chad. "Look, I've got ten dollars. I want to pay you for another go at the spell."

Chad was shocked. His initial reaction was to punch Jake in the face, but instead he felt ... confusion. He realised he did not want to make Jake angry, which was very strange. As for the pathetic offer: Ten dollars was nothing! It was ... an insult. But even as Chad opened his mouth to say so, he realised that he was going to agree.

"Sure, Jake."

Chad was puzzled at his own behaviour. I mean, ten dollars is better than nothing, he reasoned to himself. Ten dollars is half a school book, almost a CD ... Jake stood up in front of him, and stared down at Chad. Feeling guilty at keeping Jake waiting, Chad hurriedly unzipped the man's pants and extracting the penis. He did it a little too fast and fumbled it: the cock looked a mite bigger than last time, maybe a bit over seven inches. Chad was impressed. "Careful." Said Jake with a frown. Chad instantly felt chagrined. He placed the cock in his mouth and preceded to suck on it long and hard. Chad felt bad that Jake had to caution him, and for some reason Chad wanted to make it up to Jake.

"Ooh, that's good," moaned Jake. The compliment made Chad's chest swell up in pride and he redoubled his efforts to pleasure Jake. Almost as an afterthought, Jake stuffed a ten dollar note in Chad's shirt pocket. Soon after, Jake was ready to come. Except this time rather than just "letting Chad have it", he grabbed Chad's head and pushed it as far down on his cock as Chad's head could go. Chad almost started to choke, and out of reflex tried to pull back, but Jake would not let go. With a cry, Jake came with a force he had never experienced. In that split second, Chad forgot about his struggle and sucked harder. It felt like Jake's dick was enlarging in his throat!

When the spell was all over and the dizziness passed, Chad could definitely feel the difference. He was ... smaller. His arms were still large, but thinner, his shoulders weren't so broad, his jaw not as square and his legs not as strong.

Jake, on the other hand, tore his t-shirt soon after. He had bent over to put down the spell book, and his t-shirt had just torn along the seam. As Chad had watched, feeling weak and ... afraid ... Jake had looked at the tear and just smiled. First he flexed one arm and then the other. The muscles were now almost as big as Chad's, and with every flex they swelled a little bit more.

Chad looked at the ten dollars stuffed in his shirt pocket and suddenly realised his situation.

"Why the hell did you make me do that?" He yelled. His voice had lost a lot of its bass, and it sounded more like a screech.

"I didn't make you do anything, Chad." Said Jake, with what sounded like contempt. "It was a fair trade ... money in exchange for a little bit of your strength. You didn't have to do it."

Chad realised that was true, and yet, he felt that something was wrong, "But ... but I didn't want to do it. You ... made me!" Chad could feel tears welling up behind his eyes. This made him feel even worse. He had not cried for years. He felt feeble and emotional.

"What have you done to me?"

Jake stopped flexing his muscles for a moment and looked at his friend Chad, "Look, it's not my fault you can't handle the magic." Almost casually, he went back to flexing. His muscles still had not leveled off on their growth and, to Chad's horror, the biceps Jake was feeling looked like they might be a little larger than his own.

"It's got nothing to do with me!" By now Chad was starting to feel hysterical. He could detect a lisp in his voice that was not there yesterday. He noticed he was waving his hands like a limp-wristed pansy. And his arms looked skinnier than he had expected. Could Jake be bigger than him?

Jake was starting to get annoyed, "Will you stop complaining? You're becoming a real bore."

Chad felt like his face had been slapped. He had upset Jake! He felt worthless. Chad knew he would not be able to hold back the tears. Jake looked at him for a moment, and then his face softened, "Come on Chad, don't worry, everything'll be alright. I won't make you do this any more if you don't want."

Instantly Chad felt better. Jake was right, Chad said to himself. If Jake said not to worry, then there was probably nothing to worry about.

Chad began to sit back down on the couch to watch tv, when Jack stopped him. "I think I need to stretch out out on the couch. You can sit on the floor at my feet from now on," said Jake. Chad started to protest when he felt himself sliding to the floor. Jake patted his head like a puppy and said, "There's my good boy."

"Now, why don't you go get some sleep, we've got football practice tomorrow, and I've got a feeling I'm going to do quite well." And you don't want to sleep in that lumpy bed of yours anymore. You'll find you can never get to sleep again in a bed. We'll fix up a little mat on the floor next to my bed and you can curl up there from now on."

Chad nodded. Jake was always right.

Chapter Four

Jake was right. He was actually pretty good at football practise that day. Chad on the other hand, was woeful. He bounced off the other guys, seemed slow and clumsy. He flinched whenever the ball came at him and when some of the larger guys walked by. And in the showers, his worst fears were confirmed. Chad had no problem showering naked in the company of other men, he wasn't gay, but today, for some reason, he felt dread at being in the same space as the other guys, especially Jake. But still, Chad overcame his fear, stripped down and entered the communal shower area. The other players were tall, pumped and well built. Chad on the other hand, could see that his own frame was some what scrawny and looked, well, under-nourished. He was now one of the shorter players on the team and his dick was tiny ... almost half that of the other guys.

Then Jake entered the shower. His frame was on a par with the bigger guys there, his skin was tan and he walked with the confidence of a man who was completely in control. His penis was by far the largest one there. It was as if most of mass from Chad's cock had been redistributed. But that was not the worst of it. When Jake entered, he walked up to Chad and said, "What's your problem, Chad? You were pathetic out there today! And you were flinching like a girl." With that, he gave Chad a push and sent him bouncing, naked, across the shower room floor. The other guys laughed and Chad felt like he was about to die from shame, yet, when he looked up and saw Jake's disgust on his face, he felt a small thrill go through him. Like a tingle in his spine. Before Chad knew it, his dick began to go hard. Jake saw that and began to sneer, "You poofter. Get the fuck out of here." Resisting an urge to say "Yes Sir." Chad scrambled out of the shower and in to the locker room. As he fled, with his face burning, the tears streaming down his cheeks, his cock hard and his bum red from his fall, he could hear the mocking laughter of the other lads in the showers. He threw on his clothes and ran out of there.

Confused, upset and not wanting to go home, Chad decided to go to a bar for a stiff drink. One drink turned into two, and pretty soon, Chad was drunk. He had made friends with a large jock who had entered the bar shortly after Chad, and was now complaining drunkenly to him.

"I used to be able to drink twice, as much." he slurred.

"Little guys like you have to go easy," said the jock, eyeing Chad's slender body up and down.

"Shit, now I gotta go piss," announced Chad.

He stumbled into the men's bathroom and relieved himself. Behind him entered the jock, who quietly locked the door.

"Oh, hey, bud," said Chad.

"You're quite the cocktease, aren't you?" said the jock.

"What?" asked Chad, still mudheaded from the alcohol.

"Well, you're not leaving here until you blow me off," said the jock, grinning evily.

"No way," said Chad, sobering up quickly.

The jock grabbed Chad by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall. "Come on, you've been giving me the eye all evening." he said.

Chad inadvertantly glanced down at the jock's package. There was an impressive bulge there.

"See, I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're a dirty little cock sucker," said the jock.

Chad was confused. He remembered the last time he had sucked Jake's long, hard dick. He felt his own member stir. What was going on?

The jock pushed Chad's head so that he was forced to sink to his knees. Defeated, he unzipped the jock's pants and proceeded to suck him off.

Before the jock came however, Chad was in for another surprise. The jock grabbed Chad's head and pulled him away. Chad looked up at the large man. Smirking, the jock hauled Chad to his feet and pushed him against the wall.

"You're already an expert cock-sucker, let's see how much you enjoy getting your ass stuffed."

Chad started to protest, but the jock just shoved Chad hard against the wall. The jock pulled down Chad's loose jeans (they used to fit so well) and then his undies. To Chad's shame, his own cock was rock hard and twitching like crazy.

"Yeah, I knew you wanted it bad, you cock-sucking faggot," said the jock.

Chad was so confused. He had feelings inside of him that he had never had before. He wanted to complain, but the strength of this guy intimidated him into silence. And it made him hot. He gasped when the man's cock penetrated deep inside him.

"I can't believe this is happening!!!"

Inside his head, he was screaming "no", but his body started reacting "yes" to the ass fucking. It started to feel really good, and Chad found himself beginning to moan like a whore. "Uh, oh, Uh, oh" he grunted each time the jock pounded his ass. It felt so good, and the jock was so much bigger and more powerful than him. It just felt right. At that realisation, Chad came with an unexpected force. The jock came shortly after, and with a satisfied smirk, left Chad lying on the bathroom floor, naked and with cum oozing out his ass.

That night, when Chad arrived home, humiliated, violated and depressed, he was ready to tell Jake that he would move out. But without saying a word, Jake held up a dollar bill and dropped it on the floor. For some reason, Chad could not take his eyes off the bill. He stared at it almost hypnotically, wondering why he was obsessed with that money.

"It's yours, if you want it." said Jake quietly, slowly taking off his shirt. Part of Chad's mind screamed out "no", but he felt a yearning, an urge to take the money. Without saying anything, he sank to knees, unzipped Jake's pants, and began to suck Jake's cock.

"You are a cock-sucker." said Jake grabbing Chad by the hair. Chad felt his own penis go hard. He put his hand in and began to stroke it. It was so small. He sucked faster and faster, covering the shaft with his tongue and rolling it around in his mouth. He stroked faster and faster, and felt himself building to a climax. But just when he was about to reach it, he felt himself fade back. This happened several more times, but each time he was unable to cum. He didn't have a chance to try again, as Jake came in his mouth.

Jake chanted the spell again and the world doubled around Chad. The world was larger around him, and largest of all was Jake, sitting like a muscled god atop the couch. He had just cum in Chad's mouth and was already stroking an erection that looked to be over nine inches in length and thicker than Chad's diminished wrists.

For the next two days, Chad walked around with a hard-on. No matter how much he tried, he was unable to stimulate himself. Every time he got near, it would just fade away. He knew it had something to do with the spell, so, after avoiding his room-mate for two days, he decided to confront him.

Jake was in the lounge-room. When Chad entered and saw the man, he felt a huge longing to please Jake. He marvelled at how handsome, strong and masculine Jake was. He glowed.

"Chad, I've missed you."

Chad's face flushed at the compliment, it was the same feeling he got when a pretty girl told him she liked him.

"Jake, what have you done to me?"

Jake held up the spell book.

"It's a little side-effect of the spell I did not tell you about. As well as transferring masculinity, the spell makes you completely subservient to me. You want to please me. You need to please me. And you love to be dominated by strong men." He flexed a swollen bicep and continued, "Men like me."

"That's ... That's not true." Stammered Chad, fighting an urge to beg Jake for forgiveness.

"Please, Chad, give me a blow job."

Chad took a step forward, but then stopped. There was no way he was going to service this man just because he asked.

Jake frowned and put on his best "hurt" look, "Please Chad, if you don't blow me off, I'll be so sad."

Chad felt his heart breaking. The strain was unbearable. How could he let his Master be sad? It hurt him so much to see Jake upset, yet, he knew that if Jake cast the spell once more, he would never be able to resist serving him again. Then, he had an idea.

"Okay."

And with that he gave Jake the best blow job he could possible give. He tickled, he explored, he sucked, he licked, he stroked, he rubbed, he teased and he blew. Jake came three times and on the third time he yelled out the chant: "Now that you have accepted my bounty and my seed, you must repay me!"

There was a thunder clap and a bolt of lightning that seemed to strike very close.

Everything went back to normal. Chad was his normal jock-boy self and Jake was his normal weedy self.

"What's happening?" asked Jake, suddenly afraid.

Chad stood up and picked up the spell book and with an evil, cum-soaked grin, said, "You forgot to pay me." With that, he smashed the book against the side of Jake's head.

"And you know what they say ... A spell cast in error is an error on you. Now I want my payment. My payment in full."

"Who ... who says that?" stammered Jake.

Chad grabbed Jake and forced him on to his stomach. "Now we'll see who's in charge." He tore Jake's clothes off him and roughly entered him from behind. As he fucked his old friend, more changes happened. Jake, who was already slender, began to get thinner and thinner, and shorter and shorter. Chad, on the other hand, grew and grew. Soon, Jake was a pathetic weakling, barely 5 foot tall, and Chad was a huge barbarian of a man.

"Now this is more like it!" He said.

"What have you done to me?" whined Jake. His voice was almost that of a girl's, his wrist hung limp and for some perculiar reason he could think of nothing but getting fucked by big strong men.

"You're everything you wanted me to become!" said Chad.

"Nooooooooo!" screamed Jake, realising that the old Jake was gone, and all that remained now was a little fag boy addicted to cum.

"Aw, yeah!" Chad screamed, as he stuck his now ten-inch cock all the way up Jake's ass. Hot spurt after spurt of his cum drenched the insides of his former master and friend. The semen coated the lining of the college boy's ass, turning him completely into the fag he had wanted Chad to become.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh!" screamed Jake, as he shot his load all over the floor while Chad pummeled the last of his sperm up his boychute. Jake had been thoroughly turned out, and the game was over. He had lost everything.

Epilogue

The guy Chad had picked up the previous evening screamed again as Chad fucked him to orgasm. It was the fifth time that night. Apparently he had drained Jake's libido while retrieving all that Jake had stolen from him and more. Since that fateful day, he had lost count of his partners, male and female.

"Oh man! You are so good. Where did you get the stamina?" he panted before grinding his lips against the nip of Chad's bloated left pectoral. Chad flexed, causing the muscle to hit his partner in the face, hard.

Chad grinned, "You should've met me before, baby, I'm twice the man I was then." -----

Jake waited at home for Chad to come back and fuck him again. He knew that being Chad's slave was something he wasn't going to be able change for the time being. But he had a plan up his sleeve. He just needed a few days to implement it. That is, if he could pull himself away from being Chad's butt boy.

There would be another chance to turn the tables on Chad. But until he could, Jake was gonna have to suck a lot of cock. And the funny thing was, at the moment, that didn't sound too bad.

The End

The original version of this story was authored by Killerwhale Zeus and remains copyrighted. This version (25 edits) was created by readers of the gay fiction website, the Narcissus Cursed Men Collection (the NCMC). (http://www.eroticgayhypnosis.com/ncmc/). This new version of the story is distributed under the Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.0 Creative Commons License. You must follow the conditions laid down in that license, or else you are forbidden by copyright law to duplicate this story in any form.

[theseventhwave]

I have always been a big fan of the original version of this story - but I have to admit that the "new version" is very hot.

I would love to see a continuation! (Hint)

[theseventhwave]

I admit that this is a blatant "bump." I have really enjoyed the "additions/improvements" that have been made to the original version of this story. AND...I would really REALLY love to see a continuation of this story. There is some awesome potential for a totally HOT muscle and cock growth/transfer "competition" between Jake and Chad. Oooooo! I can imagine Jake trying to re-gain the upper hand by "collecting" muscle and perhaps Chad catching on and draining Jake of his new-found gains (etc.). Mmmmmmmmmm!

[sexiscriptor]

hehe, that COULD be hot
It doesn't look like continuations would be all that easy though...all that copyright stuff seems kinda ominous....however, I'm with you--i'd love to see more!!!b

[mmfan]

Originally Posted by sexiscriptor

hehe, that COULD be hot
It doesn't look like continuations would be all that easy though...all that copyright stuff seems kinda ominous....however, I'm with you--i'd love to see more!!!b

You could easily make a sequel... it's released under the popular Creative Commons license, which was designed for fans like us and means (from the license):

You are free:
- to copy, distribute, display, and perform the work
- to make derivative works

All you have to do is mention the original authors, not use this work for commercial purposes and you also have to let other people build upon your work too!

So it's really one of those open-source type things...

[Xyggurat]

Bleah. I may write a sequel. But... but... need... to... write... Shift...

-X-

[sexiscriptor]

yes. you do need to write more shift. now, xyg.