The cock mage

by CockTFBoi

 Galen is a cock mage, someone who can use the magic of cum to transform himself and those around him, at least for a little while. He uses his magic mostly to make his hookups more exciting, but when he wakes up one morning and someone has been making far-reaching changes he feels the need to get involved and figure out what is going on.

Added: Feb 2022 Updated: 7 May 2022 24,307 words 6,553 views 4.8 stars (13 votes)

Contents (6 parts)
Part 1 Galen is a cock mage, someone who can use the magic of cum to transform himself and those around him, at least for a little while. He uses his magic mostly to make his hookups more exciting, but when he wakes up one morning and someone has been making far-reaching changes he feels the need to get involved and figure out what is going on. (added: 5 Feb 2022)Part 2Part 3 Galen makes a quick stop on the way back home to have some fun, but gets hit by several new changes during his fun. Then he goes out searching campus hoping for more clues as to who has the amulet. (added: 16 Apr 2022)Part 4 Galen gets back to his dorm and is trying to locate the amulet. While trying to work out where it might be, he slips up forgetting one of the dorm rules that came about as a part of the changes made to the world. Now he has to take his punishment, and try to find where the amulet could have gotten to. (added: 23 Apr 2022)Part 5 Galen makes his way to the frat party where he volunteered to serve as one of their cocksuckers for the night. Once he gets there, he finds out there is a competition for the cocksucker that can swallow the most loads. They tease some sort of fantastic prize for winning, but all Galen can think about is getting to suck that much dick. (added: 30 Apr 2022)Part 6 Galen finally figures out who has the amulet, but they’ve found the book. If they manage to combine them before Galen can stop them, he won’t be able to undo all the changes. He hurries back to confront them, and put a stop to the changes once and for all. (added: 7 May 2022)
I

I’m walking up the stairs to my apartment, the cute twink from the bar following closely behind me. He’s a little tipsy, we both are to be honest, but we’re holding it together. While I work at getting my key out and unlock the door, he has his hands all over me. His fingers sliding up and down my back and reaching around to tease my cock a little through my jeans. I get the door opened finally and hurry him inside.

Two of my roommates, Connor and Stephen, are on the couch watching a football game. The two are straight as they come, but when the university assigns the roommates, you don’t get much say in the matter. At least they largely left me alone. Connor was an uptight religious guy, but after an argument between us early on over my sexuality, he was quiet about it at least. Stephen was laid back and didn’t care one iota about my sexuality. As I pull the twink past them towards my bedroom door, Connor shoots me a nasty look.

In the short hallway heading to my bedroom, I pass my other roommate, Kyle. Like me, he is gay, but we never had any chemistry between us. We hooked up once or twice when we first moved in, but he was into some kinky stuff that went beyond what I was comfortable with. He liked denial, degradation, pain, and some other even crazier shit; which was a bit too much for me. Despite that, we remained on good terms.

“Hey Galen, looks like you’ve got some fun lined up,” he says with a grin and as he sees me go by and he gives the twink a quick once-over. Afterwards, I hear him walking back out to the living room. I pull the twink into my bedroom and close the door behind me.

As I do, I activate the privacy spell on my room. It was a nice little spell that I had found years ago on the internet, a couple quick runes traced in a few places around the room. A simple spell that would just ensure that none of the noises we were about to make would be heard by those outside of the room. It would do the same for anyone trying to peek in through the windows or even electronically. I’d be able to be as loud as I want as I have my fun with the twink.

As you might have guessed by now, I’m a cock mage. For those who don’t know, or who haven’t heard the rumors at least, a cock mage can perform magic, real magic, using cocks, cum, and other masculine essences. The magic is powerful, but limited. We can only change a human’s body, and even then the changes usually revert back quickly. If the change is willing and enjoyed, it will last longer, but most changes dissipate within a day or two without a constant investment of power. People hear stories about us and what we can do, but most dismiss the stories as little more than fantasy.

I imagine he told me his name at some point, but I’d long since forgotten it, and at this point it was moot. He slides over to me and pulls my jeans down, letting my 7-inch cock spring free. He gently takes my cock into his hands and starts lapping at the heavy flow of precum flowing from the tip. Like any cock mage who had been practicing for a few years, I had made many small changes to my body over the years. It’s where most people began, as it is easy to change yourself, and with enough practice, you can maintain some moderate changes practically forever.

The first, as the twink is finding out, is that my precum is an aphrodisiac. Nothing long term or addicting, but it will cause anyone who takes it into themselves hornier and hornier, while also helping them relax, getting them ready for me. It also provides a little bit of magic to clean a guy’s hole and lube it up. The twink is already feeling the effects as I see his cock tenting his shorts. He reaches down as if he is going to stroke his cock, but then he hesitates before reaching back towards his ass. He starts rubbing his own cheeks and moaning around my cock. He’s probably a little confused, as he’s feeling a little bit more of the effects of my precum. After a couple minutes of exposure to it, guys start feeling more pleasure and desire from their hole. My precum’s effects are pretty mild and require the guy to be willing for them to work. A willing person is much easier to change.

I let him keep going as he slobbers all over my cock. As he does, I finger my necklace. Cock mages wear some jewelry at all times, as this is where we store our built-up magic. I draw a little bit of power from the necklace and shape it in my mind. This next spell is a favorite of mine, it’ll keep the guy I’m fuck hard and horny and will synchronize our orgasms. Another little spell will keep up my physical and sexual stamina so I can go for hours. I pull the twink off my cock and move him, so he’s bent over the bed. I pull down his shorts and briefs exposing his quivering pink hole. I lean forward and flick my tongue out, probing the outside of his hole until his hips are quivering in anticipation. I stand up and line my dick up with his hole. I slowly push in, relishing the warm heat.

I start thrusting into him, changing positions every few minutes and keeping the twink moaning and begging to fuck him harder and make him cum. Thanks to my magic, he’s unable to cum until I shoot inside of him, which by that point he’s probably been edged for an hour by my cock pounding his prostate. I let him go on moaning and begging for a bit before I shoot my first load into his ass, triggering his own orgasm. He cries out as his cock starts firing long strands of cum onto the bed beneath us without anyone ever having stroked it. My magic had made him nearly forget about it until the moment it started shooting. Now that he was shooting again though, the spell wears off just enough that his right hand takes a hold of his cock and starts furiously stroking the rest of the load out of it. My own orgasm is intense, filling his hole with my huge load.

I leave my cock buried in his hole. With my magic I don’t have a cool down time after I shoot, but it’s harder to do the same for my sex partners. So, I give him a few moments to recover from his orgasm before I start slowly pumping in and out of him again. While I held out for an hour on the first orgasm, my own horniness usually gets the better of me after that. I only hold out about 10 minutes before I lose control of myself and let myself cum in the twink’s hole again. His cock spasms and fires another load out onto the bed. A smaller load than his first, but still a pretty big load.

Hearing his moans and the splatter of his cum on the bed is music to my ears. And in my horniness I let go of my control completely. My orgasms build and shoot with less and less time between each, the twink’s cock matching me load for load. It all blurs together, and soon I’m having one orgasm before my prior one had even finished.

Finally, we both collapse on the bed in the puddle of the twink’s cum as my magic has exhausted itself and is no longer able to keep us going. The two of us are panting and just laying together in silence for a few minutes. Eventually we recover enough that the twink gets up. I grab a towel and wipe him down, getting every drop of cum off of him. He finishes getting dressed and quietly leaves. I glance at the clock and see it’s been about 4 hours since I brought him in here.

It was a good fuck, but now I need to work on the whole reason I brought him here. I grab my amulet and start to mutter the little spell I’ve known for over a decade. It takes a moment, but soon the cum on the bed, the towel, the floor, and even my own body, starts to congeal into little droplets that float on the air. The droplets start to slowly drift as they are drawn towards me, specifically to my amulet. The drops cling to it, forming into milky white crystals on the sides of the amulet.

After the crystals are finished forming, I grin looking down at it. I got a good haul off of this hookup. Should be enough power here to maintain my transformations for a few weeks, or power some more fun. I toss my dirty clothes aside and climb into bed. As I’m starting to drift off, I feel the telltale tingle of cock magic nearby. I know none of my roommates know any cock magic, so must be another cock mage nearby having a hookup. I grin and quietly think some positive thoughts towards whoever they are that they have some fun.

Not like he could do anything bad to me, cock magic can only do very short-term effects on someone unless they’re willing or it requires so much power that it’s nearly impossible to maintain it. In high school I tried to punish a bully by shrinking his cock to a nub. Took so much power I was having to blow 10 guys a day just to maintain it. While I learned that I love sucking cock, it turned out to just be more fun to use all that cum for myself than shrinking some asshole’s dick.

The next morning, I wake up feeling nice and refreshed. I pause though. There’s still a strange energy hanging on the air, and something doesn’t feel quite right. I get dressed but pull on a couple extra crystals from my stash and put an extra protective ward or two on myself. I’ve got class to get to and can’t sit around trying to figure out what some other cock mage fucked up.

I head out to the kitchen to grab myself something to eat really quick before I head for my first class. I pause as I round the corner and see Kyle kneeling on the floor in front of Connor, sucking his dick. I am shocked to say the least, but then they look over at me. Kyle doesn’t even pause and continues sucking Connor off. Connor’s eyes meet with mine and he says “Hey, you want to join in?” Which is weird enough, as last night he would have gone off on some diatribe had he caught either Kyle or myself in a similar position. What was even weirder though, was his voice. His tone was higher, no longer deep and gruff, but now a higher tone.

I am in shock and not quite sure what to say, but then I see Connor’s brow tense up and he gives a couple high pitched moans as he holds Kyle’s head in place. He’s shooting his load into Kyle’s mouth and maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. After he’s done Kyle pulls off and Connor drops to his knees, making out with Kyle. I can see them swapping the cum back and forth between their mouths as they kiss. I decide to leave them to have their fun, a little scared of what the fuck I just witnessed.

I head out the door and make my way to my first class halfway across campus. I get there and I’m browsing my phone idly while waiting for class to start. One of my classmates walks in wearing a very provocative outfit. I’ve seen the guy around before, very stereotypical frat guy, but today he’s wearing a crop top and some very short shorts with the straps of a jockstrap clearly visible. I would have pegged him as straight before, but now I wasn’t so sure. Then again, might just be some stupid frat prank.

“Hey Connor!” someone shouts from across the room, and the frat boy in the crop top turns and waves. Not a shy or even remotely shy wave. I feel that there is something going on here. Two guys, apparently named Connor, who were ostensibly straight, are now acting very differently. After class, this is going to warrant taking a look into it. Throughout class I keep an eye on the Frat guy named Connor, seeing if anything seems to change, and keeping my senses peeled for any traces of magic.

Nothing seems to change with the guy either way during class, so if it is cock magic, it must have taken quite a bit of power to pull it off. I guess unless the frat boy wanted to be gay. Still seems unusual that two guys named Connor would happen at the same time. As soon as class is over, I head back to my place. I hurry through the living room, but nobody else seems to be there. I do spot a few drops of cum on the floor in the kitchen though. I head to my room and pull out a small vial. I use the vial to store the cum in case I need to check it again.

I pull out my trunk from under my bed and open it up. I press a small hidden switch in the inside of the lid and a compartment in the lid opens up. I pull a thick tome from the compartment. The tome is covered in thick leather with some magic symbols embossed on the binding. I touch my medallion and infuse a bit of power into the tome which allows it to open. I open the tome and start flipping through it.

This tome is one that I came into possession of a few years ago. Found it in the middle of nowhere. From what I’ve been able to tell, the book lists a list of larger changes to the world. Most of the changes listed in it seem strange that they’d be written down to me, but from what I can tell these things weren’t always how they are now. For example, one of the early entries in the book says, “From now on only women can become pregnant.” Which seems strange to you and me, but from researching the other things in the book, it seems like before that change was made, it wasn’t the case. The book doesn’t have the ability to change the world, it merely keeps track of the changes. The book itself is hard to read, as it isn’t written in any language I’ve ever seen, but I have to use my magic just to decipher it.

I’ve not seen any changes added since I found the book, but flipping to the last page of the book, there emblazoned in gold is a new sentence. It takes a moment for my magic to resolve the text into something I can read, the strange markings flowing across the page into English. Finally, it says on the page “Connor is now gay.” I’m frozen in shock. Not only that someone was able to pull off a change to the whole world, but that they’d do it to make every person named Connor gay. Seems a bit overkill if you’re throwing that sort of power around.

I remember talking to my cock mage friend, Nick, a few months ago. We were discussing some of the methods of doing big spells. Most cock mages are limited to just gathering a lot of cum and powering it that way. Nick told me about an old artifact he had heard of. This artifact was supposed to allow a cock mage to make large scale changes. He said something about it could change the world, but I just chalked it up to some old legends. Now though it makes me wonder, could someone have found this artifact somewhere and be making changes? And if they are, why would they make every guy named Connor gay? Maybe they don’t know what they’re doing. I’m going to have to go talk with Nick. Maybe he’ll know what’s going on.

I stand up and gather my stuff when I feel another tingle of magic wash over me. It feels like the same one from last night, but it’s bigger now. I feel the magic grabbing at me, pulling at my protective wards. I can feel it pushing through my wards, pin points of warmth touching my skin as the magic starts breaking through. I try to push back against the magic, but it’s like trying to hold back the tide. Finally my ward gives out and the magic hits me. The warmth spreads throughout my body, but focuses on my cock and balls.

I’m left panting as the magic seems to have finished whatever it was doing to me. I grab for the book, to see what this change just did to me. I start flipping to the back of the book when another wave of magic hits me. My wards are already shattered, and it washes over me quickly. There is a brief tingle that runs through my body, but the magic focuses on my clothes. First my shirt starts becoming tighter and tighter on my frame. It starts pulling inward, covering less and less skin, the fabric changing texture and color shifting into a black leather harness with a black metal ring on each side sitting near my shoulders. My nipples are sticking out, hard and sensitive.

Next, the briefs I was wearing start to shift and change. I pull my jeans down and watch as my briefs rapidly morph into a skimpy jockstrap, the pouch holding my cock away from my body and accentuating my bulge. I notice that my bulge looks a little odd, but before I can focus on it, I see my jeans that are pulled halfway down my legs are changing. The fabric shifting from denim to a polyester as they become a pair of shorts. I pull my now-shorts up and walk over to my closet. Looking at all my clothes I can see that all of them have been changed. All my shirts are now leather harnesses of varying colors and styles; my jeans and pants have now become skimpy shorts; and my underwear has all turned into jockstraps, even the thongs and stuff that was skimpier than a jockstrap has become a jockstrap.

Now that the changes seem to have stopped for the moment, I grab the book and finish flipping to the end. There on the last page are two more lines. It takes me a few minutes to gather some more magic to translate them, but I get the lines finished. The first reads: “Gay men are uncircumcised and straight men naturally have no foreskin. Gay men have internal testicles, while straight men have low-hanging testicles. A man’s cock returns to it’s natural state over time.” It’s longer than many of the others, but the magic doesn’t seem to mind its complexity. I pull my shorts and jock down to check the changes. Sure enough, my cock, which had been circumcised before is now sporting a fleshy hood over the tip and below my cock is a flat expanse of skin where my balls had been before. Assuming that the rule in the book is true, which I have very little reason to doubt right now, I still have balls, they’re just up inside of me somewhere now.

I look at the second line now, letting it resolve into English for me. It states, “Gay men only wear jockstraps for underwear, and all other clothing they wear is skimpy and shows off their best assets.” I guess that explains the wardrobe changes, though I feel a bit violated now. My body and my wardrobe have been changed without my consent, completely overriding all these things about myself. I need to get myself to Nick immediately so I can figure out what the hell is going on.

I get a ride across town and step out of the car into an area with several rundown warehouses. The car drops me off across the street at a small diner. I wait for the car to drive off before I cross the street and walk down between the warehouses. The old brick walls have seen better days and most of them are covered in various graffiti. Some are works of art, and some are just messages from people railing against one thing or another. Most of the windows to these warehouses are broken or cracked, and the few that aren’t seem to be more dirt than glass at this point.

Towards the back I find the warehouse I’m looking for. The windows are intact, but still outwardly dirty. There is graffiti on the walls, but it is all pristine without overlapping and mixed messages. More importantly to those who know, the graffiti contains magical symbols for warding, protection, and some that help push attention away from the building. Most normal people wouldn’t even notice the building if they were standing in front of it. Their subconscious recognizes it, and they wouldn’t run into it, but their conscious mind would have difficulty doing more than just acknowledging that there is something there. It is a simple, but effective spell that prevents nosy neighbors from bothering a cock mage.

This is Nick’s place. I haven’t spoken to him in a couple of months. He was caught using some forbidden spells and was punished by a tribunal of cock mages. He became a pariah in the community because of it and he had pushed a lot of his cock mage friends away in the process. I hoped that he wouldn’t hold it against me, because I definitely needed his help now. I know he’s older than he looks, that’s a simple change to do, but I never asked just how old he really is. However, with I know he’s been around for a while and knows a lot about cock magic and some of the legends out there. Hopefully, he’ll have an idea of what is going on. I walk over to the small metal door on one end of the warehouse. I press the button for the doorbell and wait.

It takes a couple minutes, but soon the door swings open. Standing in front of me is Nick, but he looks like hell. He’s dressed only in a jockstrap, he has bags under his eyes, and it doesn’t look like he’s slept in days. Right above the waistband of his jockstrap in big bold black letters the word “NULLO” is there, tattooed into his skin. His face is in a scowl as he looks at me.

“What the fuck do you want?” he says in a tone that is a mix of exhaustion and disgust.

“Well, something is going on and I need your help to figure it out?”

“My help? MY help? Where the fuck were you when the tribunal was stripping me of my magic, blocking me from ever doing magic again? Huh? Where were you to defend me from that fucking witch hunt?”

“Hey, calm down. They brought you up on charges of cock theft. You know anyone who defended you would be assumed guilty as well!”

Cock theft was a grave charge for a cock mage. Despite all our powers to change our bodies and the bodies of others, it is nearly impossible to change the size of your cock long term. The only way to really do it is to steal the length from someone else, but this is the one magic that is forbidden. Borrowing some length for a few minutes was fine but performing the necessary rites to permanently transfer cock size was not. Nick was brought up on charges of it, and despite his insistence that he’d never steal cock size, he was convicted. Stripped of his cock and thus his magic. He’d never be able to change himself or anyone else ever again.

Nick crosses his arms and glowers at me. “So, you prioritized yourself over your friend?”

I stand there, my mouth open trying to come up with a good response but settle on just saying “I’m sorry. I should have fought for you.”

Nick stands there, staring at me for several long moments. I feel so small and ashamed that I failed him as his friend. Nick’s face softens slightly. “Fine, come in, let’s see what this problem is. I’m not working for free though. You’ll have to pay for this help.”

I walk through the door. The inside of the warehouse is much nicer than the outside. A large furnished living space dominates the first floor. Well equipped to handle large parties there are several large couches, tables, plush chairs, a dance floor with a DJ booth and a massive bed big enough for a dozen people sits at the far end of the room. The smell of sex hangs on the air, but it strikes a little differently than usual. I’d been here for parties and wild orgies in the past, and the place always smelled like sec, but now it was tinged with a strange desperation. Nick leads me over to one set of couches near the middle of the room. Along the way we pass several tables, each covered in dildos and other anal toys, some of them in frighteningly large sizes.

“So what is the problem that you need my help with?” he asks as he sits down on one of the chairs. He looks even more tired now than he did at the door. He carries a sort of weariness about himself now that he never had before.

I sit down on the nearby couch and say “there have been several huge waves of cock magic lately. One last night and two this morning. They seem to be changing everyone they hit. Not sure how far the magic has reached, but it wasn’t some little one off.”

“That’s very strange. I didn’t feel anything, so maybe it didn’t reach this far.”

“Well, I was checking my book and saw the changes appear in it.” I pull out my book and set it on the small table. Nick’s eyes go a bit wide as he sees the book.

“Wait you have a Tome of Transformation? When did you get this?” He gently picks it up, almost reverently as he runs his fingers across the cover.

“I came across it a few years ago. I thought it was just a curiosity and tucked it away. What does it do?”

“They usually have an amulet that goes with the book, attached to the cover here,” he says as he points to an indention in the front cover. “When you have both together you can make some very wide, sweeping changes with cock magic. In theory the effect will cover the entire world. From what I remember the amulet fuels the changes, but the book is what is used to steer and control the changes.”

“Do you think someone is using one of these?”

Before he can answer I feel a tingle run through me just before the wave of magical energy washes over me. I can feel the tingling pressure of it changing me, focusing somewhere deep in my mind and down around my balls and prostate. I open my eyes and watch Nick. He is shifting around as the magic is working its changes on him. Another few breaths go by, and I feel the tingling fade away to nothing. I’m still reeling a little from the change, trying to catch my breath. Nick starts talking again, seemingly unfazed by whatever magic just washed over us and says, “It is certainly possible, perhaps even the one that goes to your book. Have you tried activating the book and trying to find the amulet?”

“Did you feel that?” I ask, looking at him quizzically.

“Feel what?”

“There was just another wave of magic that hit us. I could feel it changing me, I even watched you as you were seemingly being changed”

“I didn’t feel anything, and I’d think I’d remember something like that.”

“Well let’s say for a second that there was a change made by that amulet, would the normal people recognize any changes?” I say as I open the book, flipping through it to the back of the book.

“No, from the stories, normal people wouldn’t notice anything different. As far as they were concerned, whatever the change was would be how it had always been.” Finally, I get to the last page with writing in the book and point to the line, “Look here, I know you can’t read it, but this line wasn’t here earlier when I left to came here!”

“So, what does it say?”

I use a little bit of magic to allow myself to read the book, waiting for the symbols to resolve into something I can understand. “It says ‘All men have greatly increased libidos, needing to achieve orgasm many times per day just to prevent discomfort.’”

“Well yeah, everyone knows that guys have to get off a bunch. You don’t want blue balls, that’s why most guys jack off 4 or 5 times a day.” I look at him incredulously.

“Okay, so obviously you’re not remembering how it was before, but until like 2 minutes ago only horny teenagers and masturbation addicts would jack off that much. Normal was like once a day.”

Nick looks at me like I just grew a second head, staring at me unbelievingly for a few moments.

I decide to quickly change the topic back to the book. “So, if I want to find this amulet, I need to activate it?”

“Yeah, when you linked to the book, you should have learned how to trace the amulet. They’re not much use without one another, so they should give a way to track one another.”

“I don’t know how to link to it though…” I say, my cheeks tinged red with a bit of embarrassment.

“Gah! I keep forgetting how young you really are. I can teach you, but I want something in return.”

“Anything! If it will help me find that amulet it’ll be worth it!”

“I want you to fuck me, and while you fuck me, give me a cock. I’ve been so horny and I just need a couple inches to stroke so I can cum. It’s been months and so far even being fucked by the largest cocks I’ve been able to find hasn’t been enough to get me off.” I glance around again, realizing a bit more about all the dildos strewn about, and what he was using them for.

“That seems simple enough,” I swallow a bit of spit, “then you’ll teach me?”

“Yes, yes, just hurry please,” he says with a little bit of desperation in his voice. Nick leans back in the chair and brings his legs up, exposing his asshole framed between the straps of his jock. I stand up, grabbing for the hem of my shirt before I realize that my shirt is a leather harness. I leave it on and slide my shorts off my legs, pulling my 7-inch cock out of my jockstrap, I pull the waistband down to below where my balls were, but without my balls there, it won’t stay put. I pull the jock down further and kick it, as I line myself up with Nick’s hole.

I use my fingers to smear a bit of my precum onto his hole, letting its magic go to work loosening him up and lubricating his hole. I slip my finger into Nick, and he moans in anticipation. It doesn’t take but a couple moments before I’m slipping a second and then a third finger into him. The combination of my precum and his practiced hole mean that it only takes a minute before he’s ready for my cock. I pull his jockstrap off, revealing the flat hairless skin where his cock used to be. I maneuver myself up with my cock lined up to Nick’s quivering hole and my arms on either side of his torso. Slowly I push my cock deep into him. He moans as my cock rubs along his prostate.

We both pause as we feel a wave of magic wash over us both. It passes through us, but neither of us appear to have been changed by it. Figuring that we’ll figure out what the guy with the amulet did later, I start pumping my cock in and out of his needy hole, slowly at first but quickly building in speed. I make sure not to lock his orgasm as I usually do for the guys I top. As much fun as it is to do, it’s clear he’s desperate to cum and I don’t want to deny him that.

I start pumping my cock into him, starting with long slow strokes, letting my 7 inches stretch him and press against his prostate. I adjust my angle a couple times, making sure that my cock is hitting all the right spots inside him. I slowly pick up my pace, keeping the angle so I’m hitting the right spots. He is letting out some nice long moans as my cock pushes in and out of his hole. In working his hole and building up in rhythm until I’ve got a good pace to my fuck and just hold it there, keeping myself edged with him squirming in pleasure on my cock.

“Okay, do it” he says, his eyes half-closed in pleasure and need. His face is flush as he moans. I focus on my magic. I focus on giving him a cock, just a couple inches long. I can’t make a cock from nothing, so I have to take a couple inches from my cock to give him one. I feel my cock shrinking first, bundling up the couple inches of length into a packet of magic. I feel it travel down the length of my shaft and into Nick’s body.

I feel him writhing in pleasure beneath me, his right hand down between us, rubbing at his flat crotch. He’s gasping and moaning, but then we both feel a tingle of magic coming from his crotch. We both look down expectantly, but instead of seeing a cock poking its way up through his flesh, the Nullo tattoo the council gave him is glowing with a fiery red light. “N-n-no!” we both shout in unison. We realize at the same time that the brand they gave him won’t let him get a cock under any circumstances, but moreover, it just annihilated the 2 inches of cock I was lending to him. The fire went out of our fuck, as we reeled in the sudden loss.

I eventually pulled my cock from his hole, still throbbing hard but now only 5 inches. I’d lent out length before, though sparingly, but this time it was different; I knew those inches weren’t coming back. The two of us sat there on the couch next to each other, both still horny, but also not in the mood to try again. There was no telling what would happen if I tried to link his orgasm to mine. I might lose the ability to cum as well, and I certainly didn’t want that.

After about 10 minutes of us sitting there in silence Nick finally breaks it saying: “Hey, ummm sorry about that. I didn’t know that would happen.”

“Yeah, it- it’s okay,” I reply.

“Here I’ll go ahead and teach you how to link to the book. You upheld your end and then some.” Nick spends a couple hours going through with me the process and talking me through it as I link the book to my magic. The last step is for me to jack off onto the book cover, and it takes some extra time to pull that off. I’m still getting used to my new size and despite the extra sensitivity from the shorter cock, I have to readjust my strokes every few seconds to keep my hand from flying off the end. I see Nick watching my cock as I stroked. He’s absent- mindedly rubbing his crotch while watching. I can tell he’s jealous. Finally, I shoot my load on the cover, and watch as the jizz soaks into it.

As soon as my cum was pulls into the book, a rush goes through my head as I feel knowledge and understanding pouring into me from the book. I learn so much about the book and how it works in just those few moments. As it passes, I sit up and start telling Nick the short version of what I’ve learned. The book provides control over the amulet. Without the book the amulet will act upon the subconscious desires of the wearer and change reality to fit, but the amulet is also limited in range without the book. Within about 50 miles of the amulet, reality is changed. People who don’t practice any sort of magic won’t notice and won’t remember things being any different.

Thankfully, the changes made without the book are also able to be reversed. The real problem is that the person wearing the amulet won’t want to part with it, even if they don’t realize what is happening. So that will complicate the process of undoing the changes. One other benefit of linking myself to the book is that I can read the rules more easily and have a deeper understanding of the changes. The surface level ones I read before were basically what the wearer wanted, but the amulet has to send ripples through reality, changing biology, chemistry, or history to enact the changes.

Flipping through the book to the last page with writing, I find the new change made while we were fucking a couple hours ago. The surface level version of the change says, “Straight men can only orgasm inside of another human.” It seems like an odd change to make, but now understanding that the changes are fueled by this guy’s subconscious desires, I guess he has some desires for cum being shot into him, likely fantasizing over straight guys. Now that I can see deeper, I can see the changes to biology that were made which causes straight men’s cocks to contain special receptors in the head. These prevent him from shooting any cum unless it’s into another person.

Looking at the other changes I can see the deeper changes and ripples made by each. The one about Connor sent ripples back through time to make it so all the men named Connor all happened to be gay. Gay men feel discomfort and itchiness the more clothing they wear. So, wearing skimpy outfits and leather harnesses are the norm, as that is the most they can wear and be comfortable. And the changes to gay and straight cocks and balls are relatively straightforward though it gets into defining where on the spectrum of attraction someone counts as gay, straight, or bi. The changes to libido are even more straightforward, merely amplifying the existing sexual desires and even making it so a guy starts feeling blue balls if he goes more than 5 or 6 hours without cumming. Even though the original change didn’t describe anything happening to bi guys, the book goes into detail about their changes too. Basically, they have the circumcised cock of a straight man, but the internal testicles of a gay man.

Nick and I talk about the changes and what we can do about them for most of the afternoon. Some of our old friendship begins to creep back in and I think that maybe we’ll be back to being friends again eventually. After some time, I feel my stomach rumble and I realize I haven’t eaten all day. I check the time and see it’s just after 5 and realize I should get going. I get up and, say my goodbyes, and head back to the coffee shop where I was dropped off. I punch the ride request into the app, but don’t finalize it. I realize I haven’t eaten all day, so I pop into the coffee shop to grab something small to snack on until I can get back home.

The shop is pretty quiet, nobody else in there except for the barista behind the counter and me. They probably get most of their traffic in the mornings, not at 5:30 in the afternoon. I walk up to the counter, pick out a nice muffin from behind the glass, and order myself a latte to go. The barista is likely straight, judging by the fact that he’s wearing a polo and long khakis. I wonder a bit to myself what work uniforms for gay men look like now. Do I need to find a tie to wear to interviews, or is there something different for that now? I make a mental note to do some searching on the internet while riding back to my dorm.

As I’m about to pay, I feel a tingle and a strong pull on my core towards some distant point off to my left. I realize this is my connection to the book, and that the person is using the amulet right now. I focus on that pull and hear a voice fill my mind: “Gay guys should get on their knees and service straight men when they need to cum.” That’s the change, or at least the subconscious thought driving it. I snap out of it, as the confused barista is looking at me. I blush and finish paying, moving off to one side to wait while they make the drink.

I go ahead and finalize the ride request and pull out the tome. I flip through to see how the change resolved. It reads: “Straight men feel the need to have gay men fellate their penises. Gay men are drawn to performing fellatio on straight men when asked.” Looking deeper the change is honestly even weirder. Straight men’s cocks have become less sensitive to the point where regular sex would take several hours to do. However, gay men’s saliva will make a straight man’s cock sensitive again for a few hours after contact, though it only works straight from the source. On the other hand, straight men’s precum contains a pheromone that is emitted when they are hard, and gay men are practically incapable of resisting the scent of it. It builds the need in the gay man’s mind to pleasure the straight man’s cock, rendering the gay man temporarily submissive to the straight man’s needs. As I’m reading through the details of the change, the wave of magic hits, washing over me and the barista. I can feel the changes in me, particularly in my nose and some deep-rooted parts of my brain. Fuck, this dude’s dirty mind is turning every gay man in the city into cum dumps for every straight man in the city.

“Galen!” The barista calls out my name as he’s holding my coffee. I close the book and tuck it back into my bag and walk over. As I get close, I can smell the strong aroma of the coffee, but there’s another scent lingering that I can’t quite put my finger on. I notice the name on the barista’s nametag says “Keith.” I’m standing in arms reach of the counter, but Keith is holding the cup close to himself, next to his leg. I’m a little confused, but then realize that his apron is tenting out awkwardly. It clicks what that smell is, and I try to back up to get away from him, but my feet feel rooted to the spot. I can feel my mouth salivating as I think about what is hiding just behind that thin apron.

Keith grins and motions to the small door in the counter off to his right placing my coffee down on the back counter behind him. I move quickly, quicker than I really intended, over through the door until I’m back behind the counter with him. His eyes flick downwards in an unspoken command and my legs are all too happy to obey as I kneel down, my bare shins against the damp floor. I look up at the tent in his apron expectantly. Part of me wants to reach up and pull it aside and take his cock into my mouth, another part of me feels the need to wait until he gives me permission, and yet another part of me is fighting against it all, wanting to run out of the shop.

I open my mouth, wanting to tell him off, tell him to leave me the fuck alone, but instead all that comes out is a “Please sir, may I suck it?” I cringe internally as the words leave my mouth.

Keith’s grin widens, and he pulls aside the apron revealing a big 8-inch cock with two heavy balls, each the size of large eggs, dangling low underneath his dick. “Go for it, cocksucker,” he says with a firm tone.

I can’t stop myself, and I practically dive into him. My left hand wraps around the base of his cock, aligning it with my mouth, and I pull my head forward onto his thickness. My right hand reaches under and cups his pendulous balls, gently rolling and squeezing them. My thoughts seem to fade away as I feel his musky precum coat my tongue, my body knowing just what to do to bring Keith to orgasm. I can hear his low, deep moans coming from above me. “Hurry it up, cocksucker. I have to close up soon” he says between his moans.

His words spur me on, barely registering in my consciousness except as a command to obey. I increase my pace, using my tongue and throat to rub, caress, and milk every bit of pleasure out of Keith’s dick. I feel his balls draw up close to his body as he prepares to shoot. His fingers go through my short hair as he grips my head and holds my face against his bush. Not that he really needed to as there was no way I would let even a drop of cum escape. He cries out in pleasure as his cock erupts down my throat sending warm pleasure radiating out from my stomach as it settles in there. He shoots half a dozen good ropes into my throat and a few weaker pulses.

Once his cock stops pulsing, he pulls back, leaning heavily against the counter behind him. His cock is dangling there, a thin strand of cum and saliva glistening at the tip. I lean over and catch it on my tongue, swallowing it down. He hastily tucks his cock back into his clothes and fixes his apron. I get to my feet a little shakily. My own cock is rock hard in my jock, but I know he’s not going to do anything about that. I grab my coffee and start walking out. I feel a little buzzed as I walk out into the slightly chill evening. Checking my phone, I see that my ride is just around the corner. The whole blowjob couldn’t have lasted more than 5 minutes. As the car pulls up, I climb in and flop onto the backseat. Looking upfront, I see the driver is wearing a black neoprene harness. “You might want to clean yourself up dude, make it a little less obvious you just swallowed a load,” the driver says with a little grin. I find a mirror attached to the back of the seat in front of me and set about trying to get my hair back in order, fixing up my clothes a bit on the ride back to the dorm.

As the car drives back towards campus, I pull out my phone and start reading through some Wiki articles. Mostly trying to figure out what other things have changed about the world. It’s clear from browsing that most places use nylon harnesses for gay men in lieu of whatever branded shirt they use for everyone else. There are formal harnesses, casual harnesses, literally harnesses for all occasions. If I can’t reverse these changes soon, I’m going to have to go through and figure out which kinds of harnesses I have.

The latest change is hitting me pretty hard. I’ve only cum once today, so my balls are feeling full, to the point where I can feel a dull ache deep inside me. My cock is hard in my jock without me even trying. I realize that as we’ve been driving, I’ve been subconsciously kneading my cock through my shorts. I glance up as I rub, my eyes meeting with the driver’s in the rearview mirror.

He gives me a grin and says, “You want some help with that?”

I nod and grin back, reaching down to grab my cock through my shorts, flopping it around a bit. The driver takes a turn and pulls into a parking lot at a park. We climb out of the car, and he nods over towards the bathroom. As soon as we’re through the door, the driver grabs the waistband of my shorts just above my cock and pulls me over to the largest stall. The bathroom is relatively clean, though the stalls have no doors on them. He drops to his knees in front of me, pulling my shorts and jock down in one smooth motion as he starts licking and sucking at my 5-inch cock. The aphrodisiac property of my precum kicks in almost immediately as he starts sucking excitedly on my dick.

He’s only been sucking at it for minute or so before I feel the same pull of magic as the amulet is being used. It’s coming from somewhere behind me at that moment, I try to remember the direction, mentally trying to narrow down the part of town to search in. I hear the voice in my head again as the change forms: “The straighter a guy is, the more dominant and hairier he should be.” Along with the words, I catch snatches of images, like a vision, or maybe it’s what the guy is seeing at that moment. I see a vague impression of a guy laying on his bed, stroking his cock. The images fade almost immediately, unable to focus on any of the details. Fuck, is that really what’s happening? This guy’s horny jack off fantasies are changing the world? That change though, that’s going to make things weirder in the world. Though the idea of it also turns me on and I feel my cock throb out another pulse of precum into the driver’s mouth. It doesn’t take long, maybe 30 seconds, before the wave of magic washes over me.

The driver keeps sucking on my cock, completely unaware of the changes that we’re both going through. I hadn’t been very hairy to begin with, but as I watched my body hair seemed to go out of focus for a moment, and then ceased to exist. Except that is for a small, short patch of hair right above my cock, and light dusting of hair in my armpits. The driver below me had pulled his cock out of his jock and was stroking it as he sucked. He had been fairly hairy before, but now his body was completely hairless below the ears from what I could see.

The tingle of the magic shifts, concentrating into my head. I can feel it changing something in me, rewiring my brain. I can feel a shift in my desires. Suddenly I feel a bit more dominant, especially with the driver down on his knees in front of me. I grab the sides of his head in my hands and start fucking his mouth with my cock. I can hear him moaning as I slide my cock in and out of his tight little mouth, the head of my cock grazing against his throat.

While I fuck his face, I see his hands groping his body. His right hand is down at his nipples, pinching and tweaking them. His left hand is down between his legs, stroking his hairless cock. He has a nice sized cock, probably about 6 inches and very thick. By now my magic has likely got his ass lubed up and ready for me, so I pull him up to me and turn him around to face the wall. I firmly push on his shoulder until he gets the hint and bends over, placing his hands against the wall and spreading his legs a bit. I tug his shorts down enough to expose his ass, and line my spit-slicked cock up with his quivering hole.

I push into his hole slowly but surely, the warmth of his hole gripping me tightly even as it parts to let my dick in deeper. I start to slowly slide my cock back when I feel the now telltale pull of magic as the amulet is used. “Bottoms don’t need big dicks, they should have little cocks and let the tops have the big dicks. And straight guys should have even bigger cocks than that.” The words echo in my mind as another glimpse of the guy’s surroundings flits through my mind. He’s holding a phone in his hand, reading something. The words elude me, slipping away when I try to focus on them, only catching the occasional word like “cock” or “ass.” I’m aware of his other hand rhythmically moving up and down, probably stroking his cock while he reads.

The prospect of this change excites me, I can feel my cock getting even harder in the driver’s hole as I start to pick up the pace. I shift our position, ensuring I can see his cock in the mirror. When the wave of transformation hits, I want to see it change him. “Fuck,” I swear quietly to myself as realization hits. Despite me being aware of the changes, I’m starting to like them. I’m getting turned on by the idea of unhung bottoms and massive straight cocks, the idea of dominating guys and being dominated, that I have to dress like a slut and suck the cock of any straight guy who asks.

By the time I’m repositioned and start thrusting into the driver again, the wave of magic washes over us. I continue pummeling his prostate as I watch his cock. I can feel the magic coursing through me, focusing on my cock. Normal cock magic can’t create permanent cock length, but I guess the amulet has that kind of power as I feel the magic rushing through me. I can feel my own cock growing and expanding inside of his hole, stretching him out even further. He moans, a deep guttural groan as my enlarging cock pushes deeper into him.

I watch in the mirror as his cock shudders and quivers, shrinking smaller and smaller. It was 6 inches, but soon it’s down to 5, then 4, then it slips below 3 inches before it seems to slow to a stop. His cock is now little more than just the head of his cock. Watching his cock shrink to almost nothing, turns me on so much and I can feel myself getting close. I keep slamming my cock into his hole, taking long strokes with my cock. I take my cock all the way out for a moment and see that it’s back to about 7 inches, maybe a little longer than my original cock. I grin, reveling in the fact that I have my cock back to normal. I feel a tension within me as the cum boils within me, churning away before forcefully firing out of my cock and into the driver. My magic kicks in and his orgasm is unlocked as his little cock starts firing long strands of cum out.

In the midst of my orgasm, I feel the tug of the amulet again. I try to focus on the words, but it’s tough while my dick is pumping the driver full of cum. I can only catch a few words: “Bottoms can’t… closed… Tops need… cum.” The images flashing through my head are different this time. It isn’t just the guy, there are flashes of groups of guys, some on their knees sucking cock, some getting fucked from behind, and cum. So much cum, just cocks shooting huge loads of cum. The last image is practically burned into my mind: the cock of the guy shooting cum out onto his stomach.

The driver pulls off my cock and grabs his jockstrap and shorts barely catching his breath before he’s getting ready to get out of there. The magic washes over us as the door opens and a group of straight guys walk in. “Get out of here cocksuckers,” one of them sneers at us. I can feel the magic tingling through my cock and deeper into my body behind my cock. Something is changing, but I hurriedly get dressed. One of the straight guys walks over to the urinal, and I catch a glimpse of a huge soft cock flopping out of his pants as he relieves himself. My cheeks flush with embarrassment, and we hurry out the door quickly. I realize that I couldn’t help but be submissive to them and do what they told me which causes my cheeks to flush even more. Fuck I hate this, and yet at the same time my cock is rock hard again and I just came.

We make it back to his car and climb in. I don’t make eye contact with him, feeling a bit embarrassed by the whole thing. That isn’t like me at all, I’ve hooked up plenty of times in public bathrooms. Something about the changes is making me feel weird though. The idea of being changed against my will is starting to feel good, and it scares me a little. I also feel like I shouldn’t be turned on by the changes, yet I can’t help it.

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice we were back at my building. I hadn’t even taken the book out to look at the details of the changes. I feel a little flustered and shocked, but quickly finalize the ride on the app, leaving a good tip and review for the driver before I head inside. When I get in Connor and Kyle are sitting on the couch in their jockstraps watching something on TV. I glance at the TV and see some fantasy show with knights and stuff. I notice that the armor on some of the characters looks a bit different from how I remember it. Pretty sure I’d have remembered if guys were wearing armor plated jockstraps in the Middle Ages.

I ignore it, figuring it is a cascade effect from the changes. I don’t really care enough right now to look up if that is historically accurate or not. I step into my room and pull the door closed, letting my wards activate fully. I hurriedly open my bag and pull out the book. I start with the earliest of the changes since I left the coffee shop. On its surface it looks straightforward, straight men are hairy and dominant, gay guys are smooth and submissive, with bi guys sitting in between. What is telling is that the guy’s biases are bleeding through a bit in that the change considers bottoms to be gayer than tops, so they’re hairless and even more submissive than the tops are. Looking deeper, it’s a physiological imperative, subtle chemical markers and pheromones that at least subconsciously make a guy submissive to someone who is straighter than him and more dominant over someone gayer than him. I suppose it fits with the prior change, probably driven by some desire to be submissive to some straight guy he could never have.

The second change about the cocks is an easy one too. Bottoms have cocks averaging 2-3 inches long that are very sensitive and gay tops have cocks averaging 8-10 inches. Fuck, that means my 7-incher is well below average for a top. Shit, my cock is throbbing at that. I look back, Bi guys average 10-12 inches and Straight guys are at least 12 inches long but most average 14-16 inches. Fuck, not only is my cock small for a top, but the average straight guy’s dick is more than double the length of mine? I let my right hand drift down to my cock, stroking it through my shorts, feeling that need building within me to cum.

When I start looking deeper this change starts getting crazy. It must define what makes someone a top or bottom, but that isn’t something that was already a part of who someone was, just a preference. So, the amulet must change the world to make it work. At first, I thought it might be something genetic, but instead the amulet made it performative. The more a guy bottoms, the more of a bottom he becomes. Sucking dick will shift a guy towards being a bottom until he’s at the size of a top’s cock. I push my fingers past the waistband of my jockstrap, taking a firm grip on my cock and giving it some nice long strokes.

At the other end, a top just seems to be a guy who hasn’t bottomed enough to become a bottom yet. It even ties a guy’s sexuality to the size of his cock, so as it gets smaller a straight guy will become gay. Even stranger, if a guy fucks a guy with a bigger cock and makes him cum, some of the size lost from bottoming is transferred to the top, so a guy can grow his cock slowly. This amulet’s power is incredible, changing cock sizes permanently and even transferring length on a broad scale. I need to get a hold of this thing, reverse these crazy changes, or at least the ones I don’t like, and then I can change the world however I want. I groan a little, speeding up my strokes. Reading the tome is dry, but reading about how this guy has changed the world is making my dick so fucking hard.

Finally, I turn the page and look at the last change, the one that hit while I was cumming. “Gay bottoms can only orgasm when they have another man’s cock in their rectum. Upon orgasm a gay bottom releases his semen into his rectum. Gay tops can only orgasm if another man’s semen covers his cock head.” I take a few minutes to try to process this one before digging into the details. It seems insane, yet I know that to everyone except for me and a few others in the city, that’s how it’s always been. Bottoms now must be fucked to cum and when they cum they shoot into their own ass? I guess it would work as some lube or whatever, but it seems like a crazy change. Though when combined with the top’s change it means that the top can’t cum until they make the bottom cum. I missed what the guy’s fantasy was, so I don’t know what he was going for, but I guess it works logically on some level. I pause my stroking as it sinks in. I can’t jack off anymore, at least not like this. I’d need someone to cum on my cock just so I can cum.

I look into the details of the change; some is what I expected. Bottoms have an opening to cum into their own ass, with some extra levels of protection to clean and prevent infection. More interestingly, bottoms don’t have a urethra in their cock at all anymore. Their precum goes to their ass to lube them up and they piss out of a hole between their legs, their cock now just a sensitive little nub. I get to the changes for the tops and it’s even weirder. Tops also piss out of a hole between their legs, but they still cum from their cock. It’s just that a top’s foreskin is sealed shut until cum gets on it. The cum breaks the seal and allows them to shoot their load. I rip down my jock and shorts, letting my cock spring free. I grab it and try to peel back the foreskin, but I’m met with intense resistance. I experimentally touch the tip and find a thick plug holding my foreskin closed. It is slightly wet and tasting it, I realize it seems to be made of precum. Fuck, this is so weird. What the fuck dude. What kind of fucked up kinks does this guy have. I push down the thoughts about starting to like them, and pointedly ignore my fully bricked cock. I need to find him before things get even weirder. This is fucking torture, super high sex drive, but I can’t cum without fucking a bottom or a bi guy jacking off onto my dick. I leave my cock alone, realizing that all I’m doing is edging myself.

I move over to my laptop and pull up a map website. I drop a pin on the coffee shop and search around for the bathroom I fucked the driver in, eventually finding it and putting a pin on it. I put a pin at my dorm. I try to picture in my head where I felt the pull of the amulet each time, which way I was facing, and try to reason out which direction on the map that was coming from. I’m sitting there naked in my chair, my hard cock bobbing with my motions, as I shift my body around trying to recreate my facing and where it was coming from.

Finally, after easily 30 minutes of wiggling around and drawing some lines, I think I’ve narrowed it down a bit. Unfortunately, both of the locations were on the same side of the city, but the area where the lines cross is near my campus. So, we have some horny gay college guy, fantasizing about servicing straight guys, lusting after someone named Connor, with some rather rigid ideas about dominance and submission. I need to get out there and try to narrow down the location. It’s been a couple hours since the last one, maybe he’ll be getting horny again soon and use the amulet.

I grab my shorts and jockstrap and pull them back up and slip my shoes back on. I grab the book to put in my bag, but then set it back down and secure it back in the hidden compartment in my chest. It’s going to be too heavy to carry around campus while I aimlessly wander. There’s no telling how long I’m going to be out there, so it’s better to just leave it here. If another change hits, I’ll check it when I get back. It’s not like I can do much about the change as it happens anyways.

I head out onto campus, walking along the sidewalks, between dorms and classroom buildings, through some of the wide green spaces that dot the campus. I wander around for about an hour, eventually feeling my own cock getting hard in my jockstrap as the horniness builds over time. Fuck this guy and this constant horniness. How the fuck am I supposed to get anything done? And now I can’t even jack off, I have to get a guy to cum on my cock if I want to get off.

As I come around the corner between two buildings I come into small courtyard. There is a large planter with a tree and various flowers and plants in the middle of the courtyard with benches around the perimeter of the planter. Standing near one of the benches are three guys. Two are obviously straight, wearing polo shirts with the Greek letters of their frat Kappa Omicron Kappa. One has short black hair and the other has brown hair, but it’s been buzzed close to his scalp. The third guy must be bi based on the crop top and jeans he’s wearing, and his hair is dyed a bright red.

“Listen, just come by the KOK house tomorrow night. It’s going to be a huge party. Plenty of drinks and dicks for those willing to help out the brothers.” You overhear the black-haired frat brother say to the bi guy.

“You’re just looking for cocksuckers for the party, aren’t you?” the redhead snapped back at the frat boys.

“Well yeah, but you like that sort—” He’s cut off before he finishes his sentence.

“Don’t fucking bother, I’m not going to a party to suck dick all night.” The redhead storms off before the frat boys can say more than a few words to try to get him to stay.

The black-haired frat boy looked defeated for a moment before he seemed to notice that I was there. He turned towards me, his face shifting into the grin of someone trying to sell something. “Hey man, I suppose you must have heard, but our frat is having a party tomorrow night. Why don’t you come by, and we’ll make sure you get all the drinks you want.”

I know from the prior conversation what they really want. A bunch of horny frat guys with women around. They’ll need someone around to suck cocks so the frat boys will be able to cum when they fuck. My cock throbs in my shorts, clearly liking the idea of spending the whole night servicing an entire frat. “Umm, I’m not sure, I’ve got some stuff to take care of tomorrow.”

“C’mon dude, it’s the weekend, those things can wait until Sunday.”

“Nah, I’ve really gotta—”

The brown-haired frat guy cuts me off saying, “Wait, let me, I know what will get him to come by.” He grabs the fly of his jeans, unzips them and fishes out his cock. My eyes bug out of my head momentarily as his 12-inch soft cock flops out. He gives it a couple quick strokes, coaxing a couple drops of precum out. The scent of the precum hits my nose and I feel my knees going weak. “See, I told you, just a little sniff is enough. Now, cocksucker, you gonna come by the KOK house tomorrow night and suck us all off?”

I struggle with myself for a moment, but he gives his cock another couple strokes and the musky scent of his precum becomes even more intense. “Yes sir,” I say before I can help myself. I feel myself sinking to my knees in front of him, licking my lips. I look up at him expectantly.

“See David, you’ve been too sheltered. Just a little smell and a cocksucker will agree to almost anything. Look at him, practically begging for it already.” He keeps wagging his half-hard cock at me while he talks, flicking a couple drops of precum onto my face in the process.

“I don’t know Jake; it seems like we’re taking advantage of him. Lukas said we couldn’t force someone to come.”

“Listen pledge, he wants to come, don’t you?” I nod vigorously. “See, he wants to come. Besides, if you don’t find 3 cocksuckers for tomorrow, you’ll have to take their place. Trust me, it happened a couple years ago, and that pledge wasn’t straight by the end of the night and was just another frat cocksucker by the end of the week.”

David paled a bit at that, swallowing the lump in his throat before speaking again, “You know it’s not that easy for me.”

“Oh, I know, but that’s a you problem. I’ll let this guy count as one of yours, assuming he shows up tomorrow night.” Jake grabs his cock and gives it a couple long strokes and looks at me. “Go ahead cocksucker, I know how badly you need this straight dick.”

Now that he gave me permission it was like a switch flipped in my head and I practically dive forward grabbing his cock to lift the heavy, meaty, 18-inch dick to my lips. I take the head into my mouth, my lips sealing around it with the ease of practice. I slide it deeper into my mouth, pushing it down into my throat without any sign of a gag reflex. I deep throat it with an ease that speaks to the experience that I would now have with the changes. The feeling as his massive straight dick fills my throat is ecstatic. My cock is hard, and I can feel a dampness in my shorts. Jake starts moving his hips as he gets into it, pumping his massive dick back and forth into my mouth.

David is watching, his eyes glued to Jake’s cock, a glint of jealousy in his eyes. I can smell the tang of David’s musky precum even through his jeans and underwear. It has a slightly different tinge to the smell that I can’t quite place. He’s grabbing at his crotch as he watches, a frustrated look growing on his face. Jake notices and a devilish grin spreads across his face. “Go ahead pledge, whip it out,” he says, stifling a laugh.

“What? Here? N-no, don’t make me do it here.”

“I’m here to guide you. You either do it, or we’ll line you up for another punishment.”

David froze for a moment as the color drained from his face. He looked down, the color returning rapidly to his cheeks as he started blushing. He undid his belt and his jeans, pulling them up and pushing them down. Under his jeans he was wearing some briefs and he pushed those down as well. Under his briefs he was wearing a large plastic chastity cage. It was huge, easily 9 inches long, though it curved down between his legs. His cock was visible through the ventilation holes, straining against the plastic to get hard. I watched as a long strand of precum fell from the tip landing on his briefs below.

Jake put his hands on either side of my face, holding me steady as he fucked my face hard. The whole time he’s fucking my face he is watching David’s caged cock throb and twitch. Clearly, he is deriving some pleasure in emasculating David, and I’m only too happy to be the receptacle for his sexual excitement. With a grunt and a deep groan Jake starts unloading his cock into my mouth, filling me with cum. He hilts his dick down into my throat as he pumps the load directly into my stomach. I groan around his cock, shuddering in a strange pleasure, even though I feel my cock as hard as ever I can’t focus on it long enough to even stroke it through my shorts.

Jake slides his huge, softening cock out of my mouth, and tucks it back into his pants. “You be there tomorrow cocksucker, and you can have all this and more. Come on David, let’s get back to the frat house.” David starts to tuck his cage back into his shorts, bur Jake stops him. “No, leave that out. Maybe you’ll attract a couple more cocksuckers on the way back.”

The two of them leave the courtyard, leaving me by myself. My head clears a little after they leave, though the scent of straight musk still hangs on the air, leaving me with a mild sense of euphoria. I get up and start walking back towards my dorm. When I’m just a couple blocks away I feel the tug of the amulet again, the tug is strong so I must be close. It’s coming from the direction of my dorm building. “If only guys just shot huge loads of cum, like a liter or two each time they came. Fuck that would be so hot, just get completely filled every time.” As the words finish, I get another glimpse, seeing a phone being held with one hand, a video of a huge straight guy fucking a little twinky bottom on it. The view shifts rapidly, turning towards a door I see Connor, my roommate walk into the room. Then abruptly, the vision ends.

The wave of magic comes ripping through me just a moment later. I start running back for my dorm, pushing past the tingling sensations as my balls are growing within me, churning as their cum production ramps up to ridiculous levels. I make it inside my building, ignoring the elevator to run up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The adrenaline is pumping through my veins as I burst through the door of my dorm room to see all three of my roommates sitting at the table eating dinner. Their faces are a mixture of confusion and worry as they see me.

“Galen, are you okay?” asks Connor as he sets his chopsticks back down next to his takeout container. Kyle looks worried as well, and the two of them start to get up. Stephen, stays seated looking at me with a look of worried confusion on his face.

“I’m fine,” I say, trying to catch my breath. It must be Kyle that has the amulet as Connor wouldn’t have turned himself gay, but looking at him, he’s not wearing an amulet. He’s not wearing anything but a jockstrap, so it isn’t like there were many places he could hide it on him. “Just decided to sprint up the stairs. Obviously, I’m not in good of shape as I thought.”

Connor raises his eyebrow at me, clearly not believing my excuse. “Would you like some food?” he asks as he grabs a couple of the containers. Like Kyle he’s also down to just his jockstrap.

“No thanks, I’ll just chill with you guys for a while.” I take a seat at the table with the others. Stephen glowers at me a little. He’s wearing a crop top and a pair of jean shorts. I guess he is Bi now. Didn’t know that, but it’s tough for me to keep multiple sets of memories straight. I can remember him being straight, or at least saying he was, but I can’t remember if that was in the normal world, or this version that’s been twisted by the changes.

Connor and Kyle are sitting there chatting, but Stephen is oddly quiet. He seems upset about something, but I can’t figure out what. After a few minutes Stephen clears his throat. “Galen, you know the dorm rules,” he says in a terse tone while eating his food, not even looking up at me.

I pause and think, trying to remember the reality based on the current changes. In the back of my mind, I find the memories of the reality that I’ve never lived and realized that Stephen established dominance when he moved in. Though he is bi, and his musk not as powerful, after a couple weeks he had all three of us following his orders. One of the first rules he came up with was that the gay guys in our dorm weren’t allowed to wear anything more than our jockstraps. He wanted the bottoms ready to go whenever he wanted. I remember that he respected Connor and my status as tops, but Connor tried to fight against Stephen’s orders, so Stephen fucked him a few times to put him in his place. By that point Connor started liking it and was all too happy to bend over for Stephen.

I blush as I realize my mistake, and quickly strip off my shorts and harness. “Sorry sir.” A memory of Connor refusing to follow Stephen’s rules pops into my head, followed closely by the memory of Stephen punishing Connor by fucking him. Connor’s 9-inch cock flopping in the air as Stephen plowed him with his huge cock. And the distinct mental image as Stephen came in Connor’s ass and Connor’s cock shrinking. I gulp a bit, hoping that he won’t take it out on me. I don’t have a very big cock for a top as it is. If I lose more than a couple inches, I might become a bottom. At the same time my cock is rock hard at the thought of being dominated.

I try to keep myself small and out of the way, trying to avoid Stephen’s attention while they finish eating. Once Stephen finishes eating, he leans back, putting his hands behind his head. “Galen, grab me some water,” he says, not even looking in my direction. Though I can smell his musk starting to edge into my mind, I know better than to hesitate. I get up and move quickly to the kitchen sink and fill a cup. I turn around and stop short. Stephen is standing just a couple feet behind me. His presence there startles me a little and I spill a little bit of water onto my chest.

A voice echoes in my head, “He’d look a lot better with some big muscular pecs with sensitive nips.” There’s a brief flash of a view of myself standing in a jockstrap in the kitchen, the view focused on my chest. Before I can glean any other information from the view I’m hit in the chest with the wave of magic. It’s almost painful as the magic worms its way into my body. I can feel the magic changing and rewriting my body. The tingle of magic focuses on my chest, pooling in my muscles. They start flexing on their own, tensing and releasing. I’m watching them and as I do, I can see my pecs swelling with muscle. I had kept them lean with lithe muscle before, preferring the twunk look, but now my pecs were ballooning out with muscle, making it look like I work out every day, but only focusing on that one muscle group. I can press my pecs together, forming a deep valley between them. The changes seem to spread outwards from my pecs, my abs and other muscles becoming more defined, my shoulders growing out into softball sized balls of muscle to match with my pecs. My biceps swelling with muscle as the change radiates outwards from there. The changes slow then, fading away after leaving me a hunk who focused every ounce of my efforts on my chest and arms.

Stephen walks forward and pinches my left nipple. I gasp in pleasure, my cock twitching in my jockstrap. I start to sink to my knees to service him, but he pulls me up by my nipple. “No, you don’t get off that easily. You don’t get to break the rules and go unpunished.” My gut tenses with a bit of fear, but my cock twitches in excitement.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me sir?” I ask. Stephen picks me up and sets my ass on the countertop beside the fridge.

“I’m going to fuck you. It’s the only thing you seem to understand, isn’t it?” I nod, my cock harder than ever. He turns his head to one side and says to the others, “Kyle, grab me some lube, and Connor come over here and slobber on my cock a bit.”

The other two move quickly. Kyle hurries over to the couch and grabs a pump bottle of lube off the side table. A memory of walking in on Connor jacking off after class flashes through my head, his huge 12-inch cock on display. That was the first time I gave in and dropped to my knees for him. When I come back to the present, Connor is on his knees slicking up Stephen’s cock. I feel a pang of jealousy, wishing that I was on my knees with that cock in my mouth. I pause for a moment though and realize that Connor looks different, his muscles are much bigger. He’s about as muscular as I am, but they key difference is his legs and ass have just as much muscle on them as the rest of him.

Kyle jogs over with the lube, and I see he’s gone through a similar change in just the few moments it seemed since he went to grab it. He’s more muscular, his body rippling with muscle, but most notable is his large muscular bubble butt. I’m ripped back to reality as Stephen rips the straps on my jockstrap, letting my cock spring free. It’s jutting upwards, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. My foreskin has a little bit of play to it, but the tip is cemented shut by the plug. Stephen grabs his cock and rubs a little bit of lube on it before pressing the tip against my hole. My hole quivers, but he doesn’t push in yet. Instead, he grabs the back of my neck and pulls my face close, pushing my nose directly into his armpit. The overwhelming smell of his musk worms its way into my brain, clouding my thoughts. I can’t focus on anything but his dick now.

I fall backwards a little, my head and shoulders resting against the cabinets. Stephen grabs my hips and pulls my ass onto his cock, until he’s buried all the way to the hilt. He starts shifting his hips, sliding his cock in and out in short hard strokes. It burns, but under the pain is a sublime pleasure that is growing with each thrust into my hole. My ass is off the edge of the counter, impaled on his cock, only able to hold myself up with my hands on the edge of the counter. My grip is weakening, my arms are growing tired as Stephen keeps pounding my hole. The pain is all but gone now, the pleasure spreading from that thick shaft growing from within me.

I feel a tingle growing within me, starting from where Stephen’s cock is sliding in and out. I can feel it spreading and changing things deep within me. I let out a deep moan as suddenly my prostate becomes a lot more sensitive. I can feel my hole spasm and then grip onto Stephen’s cock as he pulls back for the next thrust.

“There you go fucker; I’ll make a bottom out of you soon enough. I can feel your fucking little hole already trying to milk my load out of me,” Stephen says with a grin on his face. Something tells me that it’s not out of malice, but something else. I can’t help but shudder in pleasure a bit at the thought of him turning me completely into a bottom.

Stephen picks up his pace, slamming my hole and pounding his cock against my prostate. I want to cum so badly, but my cock is blocked. I reach down, stroking my 7-inch cock in time with his frenetic pounding. The tingling that was down in my prostate moves, shifting up the length of my shaft, enveloping my length in the transformative energies. I feel a tug on my cock and as I watch my cock starts pulling into me, mass shifting away as it slims down slightly. The opening in my foreskin at the tip gets a little tighter and a little smaller.

Stephen gives a growl, and I can tell he’s about to cum. At the last second, he pulls out and jacks off onto my cock, spraying his load onto my cock and my abs. “Fuck yeah, stroke your cock and cum for me,” he says as he leans forward against the counter, his mouth inches from my ear. I’ve been on the edge for what feels like hours, but as I rub his cum against the opening of my foreskin, I can feel the plug dissolve and within moments, I feel my cum boil up from my balls deep within me and my cock throbs as I fore long strands of cum into the air. Stephen leans back quickly as the first couple blasts arc up into the air and splatter against the cabinets above me, the next few don’t make it far enough and land on my big muscular pecs, and the rest paint my abs, pooling between the muscles and slowly dripping off my sides.

Stephen backs up and lets me stand up. My legs feel a little weak as I get back on my feet. He grabs my shoulder with one hand to help me keep my balance until I can stabilize myself. “You good now?” he asks, and I just nod still not quite fully recovered.

“That was intense,” I say as I catch my breath. I grab a towel off the counter; Kyle or Connor must have brought it over at one point. I wipe the cum off myself and then start wiping up the mess off the counters and cabinets. I hear the TV turn on and taking a quick glance over my shoulder I see Stephen sitting down on the couch, wearing his shorts and crop top again. Despite just having the massive load fucked out of me, my cock is still rock hard. I can’t even pull my foreskin back at all anymore. Already I can see my precum collecting and congealing into a block at the tip of my cock.

Connor has moved over and is sitting next to Stephen, probably hoping to coax Stephen into fucking him as well. He’s such a horny and desperate… wait, that’s all of us. We can’t help it. These changes; every guy is just constantly horny and especially Connor and Kyle, they don’t have any way to relieve any of that horniness without getting fucked. I start picturing Connor bent over exposing his hole for me, begging to get fucked.

A new memory comes to me, from one of the first nights after we moved into the dorms. At the time Kyle was the only bottom in the dorm, and he was happy to let all of us share his hole. Stephen, however, didn’t like having to share the willing hole with two gay tops. So early on he commanded us to stop fucking Kyle. It was how Connor first got in trouble with Stephen. Stephen walked in on the two of them fucking in the kitchen. Stephen wasted no time and pushed his cock into Connor’s ass before he could react, and that was the start of Connor’s slide towards being the total bottom he is now.

“That was so hot,” Kyle said to me as he came along side me. He reaches over and runs his fingers along my cock. “One, maybe two more fucks like that and this will seal up completely. I can still remember the last time I came with my cock. It’s the most intense orgasm you’ll ever feel, also probably your last. About the same time the need will set in, and you’ll be begging for guys to fuck you. You’ll be lucky if you make it more than a day or two before you’re fully nubbed.”

I feel a little uncomfortable at first, but my cock is throbbing, and I realize I’m turned on by the thought of being nubbed.

Kyle continues, “it was super-hot when he jacked off onto your dick. It was like he was claiming your cock. A hot fucking promise that he’s going to take it from you and reduce you into just another horny bottom like the rest of us.”

I realize that I’ve been standing there stroking the whole time he was talking, clearly being turned on by the thought. I stop myself, knowing that I can’t actually cum without a someone cumming on my cock. Stephen just let me cum and isn’t going to do it again, and though I could fuck Kyle, I know that Stephen would fuck me if I tried. I pull my hand away and give Kyle a quick “yeah, that would be so hot.” I saunter over to my room, grabbing my bag and clothes off the floor as I go. I toss the jockstrap and shorts into the laundry basket and place my harness in the closet.

I open my bag and pull the book out. Flipping to the latest change I look into it. Seems like the gayer a guy is the more easily he gains muscle mass. Muscle mass is easiest to gain in the chest and arms for tops and ass and legs for bottoms. It also makes gay guys’ nipples more sensitive, which is even hotter. It doesn’t do anything for losing body fat, but it means that every top is going to have big muscular pecs and every bottom will have a bubble butt without much effort. Fuck, I wonder if body builders would go gay on purpose to make it easier.

I set the book aside and lay back on my bed. I skipped classes today, but at least tomorrow is Saturday. With any luck I can figure out where Kyle stashed the amulet before the frat party. Then I won’t have to show up and suck off all those horny desperate straight guys, though the sound of that does seem kinda hot. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. My hand is wrapped around the base of my cock, rubbing it without me having realized it. Fuck, I’ve gotta control myself more. My exhaustion catches up with me. The physical toll of the changes, and the fruitless searching seems to hit me all at once. Before I realize it, I’ve fallen asleep.

I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed. The sun is streaming through my window between the blinds, illuminating my naked body. My thoughts are focused on sex, cocks, and cum. I’m running my hand up and down my shaft, relishing the waves of pleasure coursing through me. I reach above the headboard to my bed and grab one of the magic crystals I keep on a shelf up there. I haven’t tried to use any magic since the more extreme changes took effect, maybe I can find a solution around it with magic.

I let my mind drift a little until I can feel that connection to the magic within me. It feels different now. It’s still there, and I’m pretty sure I can still use it, but it has a different feel for lack of a better word. Where before it felt like the warmth of sinking your cock into a tight ass, now it feels like… well like swallowing the load from a huge cock. I tap into it, drawing some of the stored magic in the crystal, and direct it to unblock the tip of my cock so I can jack off.

My magic moves towards my cock, the milky white energy floating through the air, gently shifting back and forth until it reaches the tip of my cock. I can feel it tugging at the plug, prying it apart slowly. I lay there, my attention focused on the head of my cock, when finally, the plug seems to melt away completely. A large drop of precum glistens at the tip of my cock. I start stroking again, enjoying that I can at least get this back for myself. I look at the crystal and realize that doing that drained a lot of power. Much more than I would have expected. With my right hand I reach up and tweak my nipple, letting off a soft moan from the pleasure. It seems to just shoot down to the base of my cock, making it jump in pleasure.

I close my eyes, letting my mind wander and think. I picture a huge cock in my mouth, filling my throat, stretching my lips. I can practically feel the cock pulsing as shoots, filling my stomach with the thick load of cum. I can feel my stomach pushing outwards, as I bloat with the huge load of cum. I crack my eyes, open watching my cock throbbing, on the very edge. I spread my legs, and take my hand off my nipples, and slide it down my body until it goes between my legs.

Running on a horny instinct, I let my hand make its way to my hole, one finger grazing against it. I gasp in pleasure and surprise. It feels incredible. Much more than it ever had before the changes. Almost as good as when Stephen was plowing me. That thought makes my cock jump and a little spurt of precum shoot from the tip, landing on my hand. I smear it onto my cock, letting it mix with the rest.

Then without even the slightest warning, my cock starts shooting. Long ropes of cum firing out. The first one catches me in the face, just above my right eye. The second lands a little lower, painting my lips, with a little bit slipping through into my mouth. The rest of the cum lands on my chest and stomach. I lay there panting for a few long seconds before moving over to grab a towel. I clean myself off, feeling a little ashamed. I know Stephen doesn’t realize that I could let myself jack off, but I know he’d forbid it if he did know.

After I finish getting cleaned up, I head out into the living room to see where my roommates are. The dorm room is quiet. I check the clock it’s after 10 o’clock, so it’s unlikely that they’re all asleep. I head over to Kyle’s bedroom door and knock. I don’t hear any movement from within or any response. A quick twist of the doorknob confirms that he locked it when he left. Luckily his room is right next to mine, and I grab one of my other magic crystals. I run my finger through the precum that’s formed on my cock and smear a little on the lock. I focus a bit of magic and use it to push the precum into the lock and pop the tumblers into place.

I open the now unlocked door and glance around his room really quick. There’s no sign of him in here. The room is a bit of a mess, leather harnesses and jockstraps littering the floor. An array of dildos lined up on his bedside table. Draped over the top of one of the bedposts near the head of the bed is a blue pup hood. I try to move quickly and quietly through the room, checking for any sign of the amulet. I find a few necklaces scattered about on his desk, as well as some rings, and some piercings.

I move over to his bedside table, looking between the dildos, then pulling open the drawer. There’s a few more necklaces in there, but nothing that looks like what I’m looking for. There’s also a bunch of chastity cages, though given their size, I doubt they see much use. I freeze as I hear a noise. I can hear some muffled talking, but more importantly the sound of a key in the lock. I hurry out of there, trying not to disturb anything else. I pull Kyle’s door shut behind me and walk out into the common room, trying to be relaxed as Stephen and Connor walk in carrying some bags of groceries.

My pulse is pounding in my ears, as I walk over and take the bags from Connor. He thanks me and quickly slips out of his jock and harness, while I walk the bags over to the kitchen. We’re engaged in some idle chatter, but I’m not even paying attention to it really. Internally I’m freaking out that I’m going to get caught. Neither Stephen nor Connor seem to notice my anxiety as they help put everything away.

As Connor puts the last item in the fridge, Stephen slips his cock out of his shorts and slides it right into Connor’s ass. Connor moans as Stephen’s dick splits him, his nub throbbing, and a slimy trail of precum sliding down his thigh. Stephen barely pays attention, slamming his cock home into Connor quickly. While he’s pounding away, the door opens again and Kyle walks in. He slips off his jock and harness and comes over to join me in watching Connor and Stephen go at it. We’re both boned up, well Kyle is as boned as his nub gets.

A few minutes later, Stephen rather unceremoniously dumps his load into Connor’s waiting hole. Connor moans and quivers the cum in his hole triggers another orgasm, the cum mixing with Stephens and dripping down his legs. Stephen pulls out and wipes himself off and then goes to flop down on the couch. Connor sets about cleaning himself up and then getting all the cum that dripped on the floor. The four of us end up sitting in the living room watching TV. I’m just idly watching, but really biding my time for the others to leave so I can look for the amulet.

I guess I lost track of time, because eventually I glance at the clock and see it’s already six o’clock. I know I should get ready so I can head over to the frat party. I can’t really not show up, after all they asked me to come. Besides there’s going to be lots of straight dick to suck, and I’m ready to swallow fucking gallons of cum. I pause at that thought. Wait… fuck, these changes are getting to me. I need to find that amulet fast before I forget how to not be a cocksucking slut. But first, I need to get to that party and suck some dick.

I stood up, explaining to Stephen, Connor, and Kyle that I had a frat party to get to, and headed for my room. I opened my closet and picked out a nice black leather harness. This one had a magic crystal embedded on each stud. They were all mostly empty, but I’d be able to charge them up with the magic from all the loads I was about to suck from the frat. Could probably absorb some extra energy from anyone getting sucked by any other cocksuckers at the party. I grab a matching leather jockstrap and set it aside. I grab a pair of sandals and set them with the harness and jock. I pull on a couple small stud earrings with more crystals on them. Considering how much magic it took earlier just to jack off, I can’t let the opportunity to absorb a ton of magic pass by.

I grab all my clothes and take them with me as I head for the door. When I get close, Stephen stops me. He places one hand on my shoulder and applies gently pressure, pushing me until my back is against the wall. He steps close, our noses inches from each other, heat is radiating off his body and I can smell his musk emanating from under the arm he has on my shoulder.

He starts speaking in a low voice “Listen, I know you love going to these frat parties. You can’t help yourself when you’re surrounded by all that cock. But we both know that many frat guys are going to find it strange that you’re not a bottom, and they may try to convert you into one. That’s my job though. I claimed your ass and your cock, and you’re not to let them fuck you. Use a plug or whatever, but when you come back, you had better still have a cock. You understand me?”

I nod, my cock is so hard. His proximity, the intimacy of the conversation, and just the feeling of him claiming ownership of my cock and ass all working together to turn me on. I glance over my shoulder and see both Connor and Kyle watching us, though they quickly look away when they notice my gaze. Judging by how their cheeks flush as they go back to pretending to watch the TV, it’s clear that they heard everything.

I start to move towards the door again, but Stephen holds me there for another long moment. It looks like he’s about to say something, but stops. He then turns and walks back over to the couch. As he sits down, I can see his cock is hard and tenting his shorts. I pull on my jockstrap, harness, and sandals and open the door. I take one last look at Stephen, but he’s intently staring at the TV, and I close the door behind me.

As I walk, I think to myself, “what was that all about. It was hot, but he’s oddly possessive about it all. With all those straight guys there with their musk, I’m not really sure I would be able to stop them if they wanted to fuck me anyways.”

I’m just walking out of my building as the voice echoes in my head, “that was so hot; I wish that was real, that a guy could really claim ownership of another guy’s cock.” Fucking Kyle, he made another change. I knew he heard what Stephen said, and now he’s sitting there fantasizing about it. And wherever he has that amulet hidden picked up on his fantasy, and now it’s going to be real. Being so close, the wave of magic follows just a moment later, washing over me. I feel the tingling running through my body, focusing on my cock and my ass. The tingling is intense, almost painful as it focuses on my cock. I have to stop walking, leaning against the wall to catch my breath as the power digs into me.

Slowly after a couple minutes the magic stops doing whatever it was doing to me and I’m able to stand normally again. I’m still near my dorm and I’m tempted to head back up and check my book, but I need to get to the party, so I start walking onwards to the party. I do take the time to walk into a nearby alley and pull down my jock to try to visually inspect what happened. I’m a little shocked to see at the base of my cock a black ring. It looks like a tattoo, but the color is deeper and darker than could come from a tattoo gun. Just above my cock, connected to the ring are a few symbols.

They’re magical in nature and pulling a small bit of magic I can translate them. One set of symbols means control or ownership, and the rest combine to refer to a person. When that person resolves, I’m not really surprised to see an image of Stephen in my head. So, Kyle’s latest little wish means my dick is owned by my roommate. I try to think, letting my mind wander a bit to try to remember from my new memories what this means. I can’t get the details from the book, but maybe this version of me remembers at least a little from whenever Stephen took ownership.

I continue walking to the frat house, not wanting to be late while I try to remember what it means. After a minute or so the memory pops into my head. Stephen standing over me, asking if I wanted my dick to be owned, and myself high on the horniness of his musk agreeing. Kyle and Connor standing there already claimed by Stephen, the same symbols just above their little nubs. As he smeared cum and precum onto my cock, stroking me off. In the memory he goes fast, stroking my cock hard from the beginning. As I start getting close, I see the black ring forming around the base of my cock. The intensity of the pleasure getting higher and higher, and then just as I am going to cum, instead all the energy of my orgasm being abruptly redirected into the ring. A sort of cock magic that doesn’t even need a cock mage, or even an orgasm to perform. I remember the ecstatic pleasure flowing through me and the euphoria that overwhelmed me as the symbols form above the base of my cock.

More half-remembered memories of this alternate life I’ve lived float into my head. Memories of sucking Stephen off, seeing small runes near the base of his cock, but no black ring. Of times that I wanted to cum, even while fucking, but Stephen’s control blocking my ability to cum. Another memory of Stephen punishing me, forcing my cock to stay rock hard for a week. The stares and looks I got as my cock tented my jockstrap during classes. Also led to a fair few bottoms wanting me to fuck them, not that I was able to cum. So I guess he can control my cock to some degree, and I guess those marks on him are his end of the link between us.

I turn on the street with all the frat houses, a small fenced in neighborhood with nothing but frat houses, sorority houses, and what always seemed like non-stop partying. I head down the street and soon I’m standing in front of the KOK House. I never came down here, so I’m not really sure if the frat was always named this or if it is some side effect of the changes, but I’m pretty sure that the sign on the front wouldn’t have had a hard, naked, man tied to it before. The guy is blindfolded and tied with his legs together and his arms by his side. Most of his body is covered in beer and other liquid, the word “PLEDGE” scrawled in black marker across his chest and his hard cock jutting out from between the ropes. His cock is easily 20 inches long, drooping slightly under its own weight, but completely hard. Every few seconds his cock wiggles a bit as he flexes. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to keep himself hard while tied up. Probably that he’ll get punished or something if he lets himself go soft.

Jake, the more senior frat boy from last night greets me as I walk up the steps to the front door. “Oh good, another cocksucker. The last one is about to tap out, and we’ve got quite the line for your services already.” He puts his hand on my shoulder to guide me away from the front door and around to the backyard.

When we walk into the backyard I see a crowd of straight men clustered around a guy on his knees. The guy on his knees has a t-shirt laying on the ground next to him, his own belly is swollen and he can barely move, but the look on his face is one of contentment. As Jake and I walk up a couple other frat guys help him to his feet. I realize that it’s David from last night. I guess he didn’t find another gay guy to come serve as a cocksucker. His stomach is swollen with the cum of servicing what was likely dozens of men. The chastity cage he was wearing yesterday is laying in the grass nearby. With the size of his belly, he probably swallowed enough loads to pull his nuts up inside of him and the cage fell off.

Jake steers me over to the patch of grass and applies some pressure to my shoulder. I eagerly get down on my knees and look up at the guys surrounding me. Most of them have their cocks out, the massive dicks drooping under their own weight. I feel a heady rush as the combined musk of all the straight boys permeates the air around me. My own cock is rock hard in my jock.

“Davey took 34 loads before he gave up, cocksucker. He’s currently in the lead though. The cocksucker who swallows the most loads by the end of the night wins a prize. So, get at it,” Jake says, before turning and walking away to chat with other frat guys.

I barely register him leaving as the first guy in line steps forward and shoves his dick in my face. He says something to me, but with the proximity of his dick and the musk getting into my brain, whatever he says doesn’t make it into my thoughts. My thoughts are consumed by the thought of his dick, and I lunge forward like a starving man and slurp his cock into my mouth and down my throat in one smooth motion. Cheers and applause ring out from the guys around me as I get to work sucking on his cock.

Any gag reflex I might have had seems to be long gone, as I have no problem taking this 16-inch monster of a cock. My tongue, lips, and throat all work together in concert, milking the straight guy’s cock for all it’s worth. It doesn’t take him long before he grabs the back of my head, holding me in place and firing his load down my throat. He probably hadn’t cum all day in anticipation of this party. He pulls out, unceremoniously, and walks away, his cock still swinging in the air. He taps a woman on the shoulder who had been waiting nearby, their eyes meet briefly, then they head into the house together.

I only catch the movement out of the corner of my eye before the next cock moves forward for my waiting mouth. I dive onto this one with just as much vigor. After the fourth or fifth cock, I start to lose track. The sheer amount of cum, precum, and musk running through my system is making me feel drunk. A perverted euphoria that just makes me want to drink more and more cum. Time seems to run together after that, and it’s hard to keep track of how many cocks I’ve had in my mouth. The line never seems to stop, but that seems perfect. I’m just fulfilling my proper place as a cocksucker for these men.

Eventually, I can’t take another cock. I’m delirious and can’t hold my head up anymore. I feel a couple people grab me by my arms and lift me up. I feel my belly slosh and shift with the combined loads that I swallowed. I look down, able to see my bulging belly. I look like I’m pregnant with the sheer amount of cum inside of me. They’re taking me inside, but my mind is having difficulty grasping what is going on around me. Eventually they put me in a room with several other guys, with similarly bloated bellies to recover. A few are moving around slowly while I lay against the cool wall.

Most of the guys look to be bottoms, their little nubs poking up against their swollen bellies. There’s a couple other tops in here, and David is there as well, though at this point his cock has already transformed into a bi cock. Nobody is talking much, just sitting and relaxing while our bodies recover from the huge amount of cum inside of us. At some point I nod off, my body deciding to sleep off the cum-drunk feeling.

I wake up as the door swings open and someone turns the overhead lights on to full. I blink against the sudden brightness. I still feel groggy as several frat brothers march in and stand in the middle of the room.

“Okay cocksuckers,” starts the frat brother in the middle “we have the results of tonight’s little competition. You all performed very well and thanks to your efforts many pussies were fucked tonight. In third place we have Lucas with 28 loads swallowed! Where are you, Lucas?” There is a smattering of applause as everyone looks around until they find a muscular black bottom standing off to one side with his hand up. One of the other frat boys hands Lucas an envelope.

“In second place with 34 loads we have our very own Davey! Davey had been a pledge for our illustrious frat, but he couldn’t find enough cocksuckers for tonight, so he had to fill in himself.” A couple of guys put their hands on David’s shoulders and lead him up to stand with the rest of them. “He acquitted himself well, but he knew that only if he was the top cocksucker would we let him become a brother. He agreed to be the prize for tonight. If he had won himself, he’d be inducted as a brother. But since he wasn’t successful, he’ll be given over to the winner to use.”

“So, without further ado, let’s get to the winner. Tonight’s winner, with 36 loads swallowed, is… Galen!” I’m shocked; I won? Holy shit! A couple frat boys come over and help me to my feet. “Well Galen, it’s rare to see many tops volunteer for cocksucking duty, and even rarer to see one win. It really opens up your options. Usually, the bottoms who win don’t want much more than to get fucked, but you could choose to top him, or whatever you want. We’ll get you a load or whatever you need to let you cum. So, tell us, what do you want?”

I look over at David, or Davey as they’re calling him now. He looks a bit irritated that he didn’t win, but now that he’s bi, he’s feeling the effects of the straight musk hitting him. His 15-inch cock is rock hard, pushed down a bit by his belly, but still fully hard. I don’t want him to fuck me, that’s for sure. I know my cock won’t make it through another fuck and still let me top. Plus, Stephen told me not to get fucked. The idea of fucking him though; that might work. I’d get an inch or so off his dick, and it’s not like it’d be enough to shrink him into becoming fully gay.

“I want to fuck him,” I say as a heavy silence fills the room.

“Alright, you heard him. Been a while since we’ve seen one of these. Olly, go grab some cameras, people will pay big bucks to see a frat boy get fucked.” I walk over to Davey, “Hey, I hope you’re not too mad about this.”

“Don’t worry about it. I agreed to do it beforehand, and it’ll only be a couple inches. I’ll be fine.”

Davey walks over to the couch and lays on his back with his legs spread. The frat boys have been quick and have some lube and a set of cameras set up. I walk over to Davey and kneel down, getting into position. I strip off my jockstrap, letting my 6-inch cock spring free. One of the frat boys notices it and waves the guy who had announced the winners earlier over. He saunters over and they talk briefly.

“So, someone owns your cock. You’re not going to be able to fuck him like that you know. Well not if you want to take a couple inches from him. We can break his ownership if you’d like and you’d be free to fuck Davey here.” I give him a nod, the musk in the air, making me horny and desperate. It feels right. “Thought so. Tell me how about how big is his cock? Gotta find someone with a bigger dick.”

“His cock is about 12 inches long. Shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

“Fuck, you dick is owned by a bi guy? Wouldn’t have figured you’d give into a guy like that. Well, Davey, you want to break it? Give yourself one last load with your cock before it shrinks even more.”

“Fuck. Yes please. I’ve never had the chance to cuck a guy, and after I get fucked, I might not get that chance again.”

Davey reaches down and starts stroking his dick, a thick glob of precum hanging from the tip. His fingers swirl around the head, smearing that precum around and lubing up his cock. He’s taking long slow strokes at first, but is steadily building into a fast rhythm.

“Davey, make sure you shoot directly onto the little symbols and smear it around with your finger. You’ll feel a rush of power, give into that rush. It’s the most intense thing you’ll ever feel, and that’s the whole point of cucking a guy.”

Davey moans, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he strokes his dick. A few minutes passes and his strokes are getting faster and faster. I can practically smell his cum coming. Suddenly, he shoots upright, puts his hand on my shoulder to steady himself as he starts shooting right on the spot just above my dick. The cum is hot, and almost burns as it seeps into me. I can feel the magic unwinding around my cock, the black lines seeming to fade as the magic frays and breaks.

Davey falls back against the bed. His cock isn’t shooting anymore but he’s holding it and moaning loudly. I can see the magical energies encircling his cock, feeding off of the energies that had been wrapped around mine.

Another strand of magic flows into the room from outside, merging with the rest as it joins with Davey’s cock. His cock pulses and throbs and as I watch it starts to grow bigger and bigger. Just a slow steady growth as Davey flops against the back of the couch. When it stops his cock has grown a couple inches and is now 18 inches long.

The frat guy nods to me and says, “Go ahead. He’s gonna be riding that pleasure for a few hours. You fucking him is just going to add to it.”

I waste no time and lube my cock up, lifting Davey’s legs and pushing my cock into him. His hole relents easily, hungry for my cock as I push into him. The pleasure running through me is intense. The magic is still running through his cock, and I can feel it pushing into my cock as I slide into his hole. He’s moaning in pleasure as I bottom out in him. My 6-inches which had been average just a couple days ago, is now almost unusably small. Just the thought of it sends another wave of pleasure through my body. But even hotter is the thought of stealing a few inches from this formerly straight boy.

I let out a little strand of my own magic, syncing my orgasm with Davey’s as I continue to fuck him. All the raw magic flowing through both of us is intense and amplifying the pleasure we’re both feeling. I’m barely aware of the rest of the room as I fuck. After a few more minutes of pumping his hole I can feel our orgasms approaching. Suddenly like a dam bursting, our orgasms hit. I couldn’t even prepare myself for it. Just suddenly it was there and overwhelming every sense. I dimly was aware that the magic around Davey’s cock was still there and shifting just as all thoughts were obliterated from my mind.

I come to a few minutes later, slumped over Davey. I sit up and pull myself out of his hole, which quivers and makes a wet slurping noise as my hard cock pulls free. “Fuck dudes, that was intense. I’ve never seen it go quite that way,” one of the frat boys holding a video camera says.

I look down at Davey, who is starting to come to, but then I notice his dick. Instead of the 18 inches he had before, or even the 15 from before jacked off onto my dick, his cock was down to just 10 inches. I look down at my own cock and I’m frankly shocked to see that it’s about 14 inches long, hard and throbbing. The black ring that marked my cock as owned was long gone, with no sign of it. I give it a few long strokes, enjoying the feeling of having this massive dick.

Davey hasn’t noticed the new size of his cock, but I don’t really want to stick around for him to notice just how much I took from him. Not that I was trying to take that much, but I guess it just gotta out of hand.

“Ummmm, I’ve gotta get home,” I say as the stress of the changes of the day starts to catch up with me. I glance at my phone and see it’s a little after 3:30 a.m. I really do need to get back. I’m exhausted from all that, and I need to find that fucking amulet before this shit gets even more out of hand. I grab my clothes, not even bothering to pull them on as I run out of the frat house and into the street. I take a couple moments to pull my jockstrap on at least, and tuck my massive dick into it as best as I can before setting off back for my dorm.

I start heading back across campus, waddling a bit as the cum still in my belly sloshes around. Its simultaneously a turn-on knowing just how much cum I have in me, but its also inconvenient when I need to get back across campus. It’s late, but I have this feeling that something is about to happen.

I pause for a moment and focus on that feeling. It’s more than just a gut instinct, and I feel a little tug on my connection to my book. I push inwards to deepen that connection, and my senses go blank for a second. Then suddenly, my sense of touch returns but it feels different, I can feel someone touching me, but things feel off. My hearing returns slowly, though it seems different. I can hear the hum of an air conditioner and the sound of a fan motor running. Finally, my vision returns, and I can see inside of my room. I quickly realize that my perspective is from the book itself. Looming huge in my vision is Stephen, as he’s holding the book in his hands.

My gut tightens as I realize that I left the book out on my bed instead of securing it inside of something. I’m about to try to break the connection, but then something catches my eye. There, around Stephen’s neck is a thin silver chain, and at the end of that chain is a heavy pendant, the shape of which looks like it would fit perfectly into the cover of the book. Before I can get a better look, my perspective suddenly shifts as he opens the cover of the book. I pull myself back, returning to my body. It takes a moment for all my senses to shift back to my body.

As soon as my senses have returned enough, I start hurrying across campus. Stephen has the amulet! Did he have it the whole time? That would explain why I couldn’t find it in Kyle’s room, but why would Stephen make all these changes? I thought he was straight before all this started. I start jogging, but the cum inside me is shaking too much and it makes me feel queasy to run. So, I settle on just a fast walk to try to get back as fast as I can handle. As I go, I can feel the tugs on my magic as Stephen keeps touching the book. I don’t think he’s put the amulet in it yet or anything, but I imagine he’s flipping through it. I can’t afford to stop again to see what he’s doing, but I must push on and try to stop him before he makes some other change.

I come up to the base of my dorm building and hurry over to the elevator. The stairs would be faster, but I don’t think my body could handle it. I press the call button and wait. Despite the late hour, it seems like it takes forever for the elevator to get there. I’m hopeful that since Stephen doesn’t know any cock magic, that he won’t be able to figure anything out about the book. Or worse yet, combine the book and the amulet, even if by accident. The elevator arrives and I ride it up to my floor, the seconds stretching on for ages as each agonizing floor seems to creep by. Finally, the doors open and I speed walk down the hall to my door. I pull out my key and unlock it, opening it quietly, not wanting to wake Connor or Kyle, and especially not wanting to let Stephen know I’m here.

The common room is dark, just a few squares of light projected onto the ceiling from a streetlamp outside, and the soft glow of small lights on the electronics in the room. There’s the smell of Stephen’s musk hanging on the air, but it has a different quality to it now. One of need and desperation. The smell makes me horny. My cock chubs up a bit in my jockstrap, even half hard my jock can barely contain it. I quietly pull my sandals off and set them on the rug and slowly and quietly creep across the common room. I come to the small hallway that leads to Kyle’s bedroom and my bedroom and see the line of light coming from under my door.

I let a small sliver of magic out, to muffle the sound of the door as I open it. The magic does it’s job well, as I get the door to my room open just a crack. I see Stephen standing there, holding the book in his hands, flipping back and forth through it frantically. The sound of the pages flipping seems almost deafening in the quiet of the dorm room. He’s shirtless and wearing a pair of skimpy shorts that really show off his ass. He’s always had a nice ass but right now it looks even better than before. I reach down and knead my big cock through my shorts.

“Looking for something specific?” I say as I push the door open the rest of the way.

“Galen!” Stephen says as he jumps a bit in fright, dropping the book onto the bed in the process. “Listen, I can, uh, explain. Really! I was just looking for…. Umm. Wait, you got me cucked, didn’t you? You got me turned into a fucking cuck! I can’t let someone figure it out, or else I’m fucked.”

I try to remember from my other life’s memories what happens to cucked guys. It’s difficult as I don’t have any direct memories, most straight guys will honor a claim and not cuck another straight man, though they have few qualms about cucking a bi guy. So few bi guys will stake a claim, as it opens them up to getting cucked. When a guy gets cucked, it leaves him vulnerable. Until the cucking wears off, it becomes easy to get him to bottom or suck dick, even if he was completely straight before. Stephen is right though, any guy who knew could take advantage of it.

I grin at him. “Don’t worry, nobody is gonna know. I won’t tell another soul.”

He looks at me. “Listen, I know you do some of that cock magic stuff. Is there anything you have that could reverse it, or counteract it? You did put me in this situation after all.”

I wasn’t sure if I could reverse it. I was able to unlock my own orgasm before at great cost, but not sure how well it’d work for this. I also wasn’t sure I wanted to. I was horny, and I knew he’d submit if I asked him to. It seemed a bit more fun to let him do it on his own though, don’t force anything, just let him offer it himself. I pretended to think, lifting my arms up a bit and letting my musk out into the room. I wasn’t sure if he’d be susceptible to it, but it doesn’t hurt to try.

“I might have a way, something that can undo it, at least for a little while. But it will cost you…” I say while looking over some of my crystals.

“Sure, whatever you want! I just want you… to ummm undo this,” Stephen says, stumbling over his words a bit. The musk must be working better than I thought. I turn around sharply, putting my right hand up and leaning against the wall, pinning Stephen between the wall and myself, with my musky armpit exposed right near his face. I see his pupils dilate and can practically smell as his cock throbs.

“You know, I’ve never seen a cucked guy. Before I undo it, I want to see what happened to you.” Stephen blanches a bit as I say it, but nods. I feel the edges of my mouth pull up into a slight smile and my cock gives an appreciative throb in my jockstrap.

I get down on my knees in front of Stephen, eyeing the bulge in his shorts. I’ve been down here many times, but this time it feels different. By my reckoning my cock should be bigger now, and without his ownership over my dick, there’s no reason for me to be submissive to him. Knowing that he’s been cucked, whatever that means for his cock physically, gives me another leg up on him. I start to undo his shorts, and I can smell his musk creep into my nostrils. It smells different, cleaner somehow.

Either way, the scent seems to travel straight to my dick, making it throb with need. Unlike before though, this need is more primal, more carnal. Rather than a desire to submit to the musk and service the cock, there is just an urge to dominate, to rut, and to fuck. I don’t bother unzipping his shorts the rest of the way and just give a strong tug, pulling them down off his hips. He’s wearing a pair of red briefs, a pronounced bulge in the front, though something seems a bit off about it.

I rip his briefs down and pause as I take in the sight of him. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I wasn’t expecting what I see. The mass of his cock and balls have merged into one big fleshy bulge. They’re distinct, with the shaft of his cock and the bulge of his balls still visible, but the skin seems to just run together. His cock is hard, throbbing, but the head is stick pointing down, practically attached to the skin between his legs. He couldn’t get a blow job or fuck even if he wanted to. If he was lucky, enough rubbing might get him close enough for a couple licks to trigger his orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say, the words slipping out before I can filter myself. I look up at Stephen and see he’s blushing furiously in embarrassment. I lean forward and tease him by licking at his exposed cock head, causing him to quiver and moan.

“Fuck, dude, you can’t do that. I’m horny enough as it is, and I have to make sure I don’t cum before you can undo this.”

“Why’s that?” I ask him.

“Really dude? Don’t you know any of this shit? If a cucked guy cums like this, it becomes permanent.”

I lean backwards onto my feet and get back up to a standing position as I think it over. I know my conscious mind won’t know any way to undo this, but perhaps my memories of this alternate universe might have a clue. While I think though, the scent of his musk keeps making its way deeper and deeper into my mind.

I grab one of my magic necklaces and pull it on and say “I think I can do something about it, but I can only do it while fucking. The sex gives a bit of a boost and helps channel the magic into you.”

He looks at me a little skeptically, but says “Okay, I guess if that’s the only way. Just be careful about it.”

I push him back onto the bed and get down on my knees. I start by flicking my tongue across his hole, coaxing a gasp of pleasure out of him. I start eating him out, getting his hole ready for my dick. Occasionally, I pull back some and flick my tongue across his trapped cockhead a few times, just to tease him. Each time I do he gives a soft whimper of pleasure. While I’m licking his asshole, I’m channeling magic through my tongue into his hole, relaxing him, lubricating him, and amplifying the sensitivity of his prostate.

After a few minutes of getting him ready, I stand up, and flip him over. The primal need to fuck driving me to take him from behind. I start slow, pressing the fat tip of my cock against his hole and applying slow firm pressure until it slips in. His ass feels warm and tight, and the muscles of his ass pull on my cock, pulling it deeper into him. I push all the way in until I’m balls deep and just hold it there for a few moments. I can feel his hole quivering around my thick cock, his ass muscles instinctually contracting around my member, trying to milk a load from me.

I grab onto his hips for leverage and start pumping in and out of his hole. I start slow but build my rhythm up, faster and faster. The amulet around his neck is swaying back and forth with the rhythm of our fuck. I can feel him shudder in pleasure and I channel some more magic through my cock into him, making it feel better. I keep fucking him for a couple minutes, just enjoying the feel of his tight hole around me before I remember I’m supposed to be trying to reverse the cucking.

I draw on my magic and my reserves stored in the necklaces and crystals around the room and channel it all through my cock and into Stephen’s body. I focus that energy on his cock and balls, trying to concentrate on the idea of his normal cock and balls. His hole on my dick does feel good though, I hope he’s enjoying the fuck as much as I am. I shake my head, trying to keep my focus, keep my magic focused on his cock, but it keeps wandering to his ass and fucking the little cuck.

I keep slamming my cock into him harder and harder, letting the cuck feel what a real cock is like, what he used to have. He’s moaning beneath me, but I’m lost in my own pleasure as my cock thrusts in and out of his hole.

“Oh fuck, oh shit. I can’t hold back anymore, I’m gonna c-cum…” he says.

I grab the hair on the back of his head, pulling it up to my face. Without breaking my rhythm, I give a breathy whisper in his ear, “Fucking do it, shoot that load.”

With those words, he loses all control and I feel his hole quivering around my dick. He’s moaning as his load gushes out from him, landing with a wet slapping sound beneath us. My own orgasm is right there, hot on his heels and I lose control, firing a huge load into his quivering hole. My orgasm stretches on for many long seconds as I pump the load into him.

Suddenly I feel a tingle of magic from nearby. I pull back and look down at the book on the floor, splattered with Stephen’s cum. “Oh fuck, the book!” I say as I reach down and grab the spine. The book feels hot, searing pain on my fingertips as I grab it, but then the world goes white as an impossibly bright light consumes everything.

“What book?” I hear a voice say. It sounds familiar, deep and masculine. “Galen, what book?”

I blink, it’s like I had my eyes closed or something. “Oh,” I answer, “umm, I don’t know.” I look down at my empty hand. My fingers are curled like I was holding something, but there’s nothing there now. I glance down to the floor, but it’s not like I dropped anything.

I climb up on the bed with Stephen, the two of us cuddling up. We talk until the sun starts peeking through the blinds. Something has shifted in our relationship. I couldn’t undo the cucking, and the fuck made it permanent. However, neither of us seem terribly disappointed about it. If anything, it feels like something that had been between us is gone now.

I grab my phone and open up the camera for a selfie. I get the two of us in there together and snap the picture. I see Stephen’s tattoo of a necklace around his neck and something in the back of my mind tugs at it, like I should remember something about it, but nothing comes to mind. I pull the phone back down, and the tattoo I have on my forearm of a magic tome catches my eye. Another little tug of memory in the back of my mind, but I can’t remember what it is.

Whatever, I think to myself. If it’s important I’ll remember it eventually. I wrap my arm around Stephen’s warm body and hold him close to me. I drift off to sleep like that, exhausted from partying and classes for the week. I wonder if they’re having another party next week, I’m sure Stephen would be thrilled to help me service a bunch of horny straight boys.

 

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