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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.
That night, when Jake arrived home, Chad was ready to
tell him 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 your's, 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.
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."
"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 forget 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."
Epilogue
The girl Chad had picked up the previous evening screamed
again as Chad fucked her to orgasm. It was the fifth time that
night.
"Oh Chad. You are so good. Where did you get the stamina?"
She panted, grinding her pert tits in to his face as he nibbled and
caressed them.
Chad grinned, "You should've met me before, baby, I'm twice
the man I was then." •
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