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Uneven Friends (Original)
|Nothing else happened until the following Monday, but Chad
had noticed some small changes since that fateful evening. His pants
had all seemed a little looser around the waist. At the gym he had
been unable to lift his usual weights and had had to settle for
twenty kilos less. Also, Jake had seemed a little different. At
the football on Saturday, the usually meek player had suddenly found
a fiery streak. Sure, thought Chad, the guy was still terrible at
the game, but with his new confidence Jake had even managed to touch
the ball a few times. Also, Jake's demeanour had changed. He seemed ...
Chad wasn't quite sure of the word ... louder. And Chad was unsure
how to respond. In fact, he found himself agreeing with Jake
more and more often.
That Monday night, things were going along as usual. They
were both sitting there watching the telly, when Jake said, "Man,
I'm thirsty. Can you get me a drink, Chad?" It was a reasonable
request, and Chad was going to get a drink for himself at the next
ad-break anyway, but it was indicative of Jake's new demeanour. He
would never have asked Chad to get him a drink before. "Sure Jake,
next ad, okay?" Jake looked at him, "I could really use that drink
Chad felt his anger rising. He was getting a little bit
annoyed at this new Jake. If the man wanted a drink so badly, he
could it himself. The fridge was only fucking twenty metres away!
Chad thought about starting an argument with Jake, but then
reason seemed to prevail. Why get Jake mad tonight? It would only
send them both off in a rage. Chad stood up and fetched the drink.
When he returned, Jake took the drink and said, "Thanks pal."
They sat there for the next half hour watching their show,
when Jake turned to Chad. "Look, I've got ten dollars. I want
to pay you for another go at the spell."
Chad was shocked. His initial reaction was to punch Jake
in the face, but instead he felt ... confusion. He realised he
did not want to make Jake angry, which was very strange. As for
the pathetic offer: Ten dollars was nothing! It was ... an insult.
But even as Chad opened his mouth to say so, he realised that he
was going to agree.
Chad was puzzled at his own behaviour. I mean, ten dollars
is better than nothing, he reasoned to himself. Ten dollars is
half a school book, almost a CD ... Jake stood up in front of him,
and stared down at Chad. Feeling guilty at keeping Jake waiting,
Chad hurriedly unzipped the man's pants and extracting the penis.
He did it a little too fast. "Careful." Said Jake with a frown.
Chad instantly felt chagrined. He placed the cock in his mouth
and preceded to suck on it long and hard. Chad felt bad that Jake
had had to caution him, and for some reason Chad wanted to make it
up to Jake.
"Ooh, that's good." Moaned Jake. The compliment made Chad's
chest swell up in pride and he redoubled his efforts to pleasure
Jake. Almost as an afterthought, Jake stuffed a ten dollar note
in Chad's shirt pocket. Soon after, Jake was ready to come. Except
this time rather than just "letting Chad have it", he grabbed Chad's
head and pushed it as far down on his cock as Chad's head could go.
Chad almost started to choke, and out of reflex tried to pull back,
but Jake would not let go. With a cry, Jake came with a force
he had never experienced. In that split second, Chad forgot about
his struggle and sucked harder.
When the spell was all over and the dizziness passed, Chad
could definitely feel the difference. He was ... smaller. His arms
were still large, but thinner, his shoulders weren't so broad, his
jaw not as square and his legs not as strong.
Jake, on the other hand, had torn a t-shirt soon after. He
had bent over to put down the spell book, and his t-shirt had just
torn along the seam. As Chad had watched, feeling weak and ... afraid
... Jake had looked at the tear and just smiled. First he flexed one
arm and then the other. The muscles were now about the same size as
Chad looked at the ten dollars stuffed in his shirt pocket
and suddenly realised his situation.
"Why the hell did you make me do that?" He yelled. Although
his voice had lost a lot of its bass, and it sounded more like a
"I didn't make you do anything, Chad." Said Jake, with what
sounded like contempt. "It was a fair trade ... money in exchange
for a little bit of your strength. You didn't have to do it."
Chad realised that was true, and yet, he felt that something
was wrong, "But ... but I didn't want to do it. You ... made me!"
Chad could feel tears welling up behind his eyes. This made him feel
even worse. He had not cried for years. He felt feeble and emotional.
"What have you done to me?"
Jake stopped flexing his muscles for a moment and looked at
his friend Chad, "Look, it's not my fault you can't handle the magic."
"It's got nothing to do with me!" By now Chad was starting
to feel hysterical. He could detect a lisp in his voice that was
not there yesterday.
Jake was starting to get annoyed, "Will you stop
complaining? You're becoming a real bore."
Chad felt like his face had been slapped. He had upset
Jake! He felt worthless. Chad knew he would not be able to hold back
the tears. Jake looked at him for a moment, and then his face
softened, "Come on Chad, don't worry, everything'll be alright. I
won't make you do this any more if you don't want."
Instantly Chad felt better. Jake was right, Chad said to
himself. If Jake said not to worry, then there was probably nothing
to worry about.
"Now, why don't you go get some sleep, we've got football
practice tomorrow, and I've got a feeling I'm going to do quite well."
Chad nodded. Jake was always right.
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