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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, hey, bud," said Chad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chad, I've missed you."

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

"Jake, what have you done to me?"

Jake held up the spell book.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Epilogue

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

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

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

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

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