COPPER LAGOON CHAPTER 3: MAGICAL MISCHIEF
“PHEW! FINALLY got it right…” Evan sighed in relief, setting the beaker down on their workbench as he stood up and stretched. Joints cracked as he rolled his head back and removed his goggles. David poked his head round the door into their former spare bedroom, now a magical laboratory. “Do I hear the sound of success there, boy?” Evan nodded, tired but satisfied, indicating the beaker of semi transparent liquid on the bench. “Looks like it, Daddy. Will you check, please?”
Carefully, David deployed a shimmer of copper light over the contents of the beaker. His eyebrows rose in surprise and appreciation at the results. “Well done, boy. You’ve successfully combined possession and bodysnatch potions.” He grinned. “The results are actually a bit scary – allows the possessor to swallow the mind and spirit of the one they possess – but could be very useful!” A quiet, naughty smile played across Evan’s face. David continued “I’ve ordered pizza – you’re WAY too tired to cook. Transfer your latest concoction to a flask, lock it away, and get into the lounge. Enough alchemy for one day!”
The lab closed down, David & Evan settled back on their couch, with trays on their knees and a large half & half pizza on the coffee table. Once a few slices had been consumed, both sat back, immediate hunger satisfied, and conversation picked up.
Evan was sparkling with excitement. “That’s the possession, bodyswap and were-curse potions sorted. Next is shapeshifting!” David was thoughtful. “We’ll need help with that one, lad – the potion needs a cumshot from someone of the same race & ethnicity as the form it is to transform its drinker into. We can do white Caucasian easily enough ourselves – but Black, Asian, Latino etc. will need a cumshot from someone of that racial/ethnic group.”
Evan nodded. “That might be an excuse for some fun, Daddy… put a cum collection spell in me and find a sexy guy of the relevant race to shag me!” David’s chuckle was pure pornography in its own right. “Like we need an EXCUSE for it…!” With malice and mischief aforethought, they started making plans.
The following morning, after breakfast, David set 4 sealed flasks in their fridge, connected the first one to Evan’s rectum with a transfer spell, and happily fucked his boy. As he unloaded, the transfer spell ‘ported his man cream from inside Evan to the first flask in the fridge. Once done, David pulled out, labelled the flask WHITE and switched the transfer spell to the next flask, then sat back while Evan spread his legs for the first of 3 other tops who wanted to ride him… this one, an Asian bodybuilder. As the hunk unloaded, the transfer spell ‘ported his man cream from inside Evan to the second flask in the fridge. Once the hunk left, David labelled the flask ASIAN and switched the transfer spell to the next flask. Which was filled by a hunky Latino daddy, and labelled accordingly. Then the process was repeated again for a Black wrestler, and the final flask labelled.
Evan, with a groan, rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. “Daddy… that was fun, but that last guy was a REAL hole stretcher! I know that the BBC thing is racial stereotyping, but that guy made me understand where said stereotype comes from. PHWOAR!!!” David laughed. “Don’t you mean ‘where said stereotype cums IN’, boy? Still, it should make the potion all the more effective…” Evan smiled, his head in a slutty post coital fug as he slipped along to the bathroom.
Sitting on the couch later, they discussed the shapeshift potions. Evan was quietly confident of success. “It’s a far simpler process than the possession/bodysnatch one, Daddy… even easier than the bodyswap potion I did a few days ago, as there’s no ego transfer involved. All we do is transform the spirit’s vehicle.” David nodded. “True… but don’t let that make you overconfident, boy. That’s how mistakes are made.” Evan agreed. “Sure, Daddy. I’ll be careful.”
The next day, Evan, heeding his Daddy’s warning, carefully crafted a shapeshifting potion. David checked it over. “Nicely done, boy. I like the way you merged the potential from Me, the Asian, Black & Latino guys and tied the final form to the hidden fantasies of the one who drinks it. Call it ‘Man Of Your Dreams’, maybe?” Evan smiled. “Nice idea, Daddy. That sounds cool!” David laughed as Evan labelled the flask accordingly.
Sitting back that evening, Evan yawned. “Wow… Daddy, I never realised magical work could be so tiring. A week of making potions and I’m KNACKERED.” David wrapped an arm round His boy and drew him close. “Yeah. It’s one of the things about real magic that the stories never tell, because it isn’t ‘sexy’… the mind and body serve as a conduit for our magical powers, but they – and the mental and psychological muscles needed to use our gifts – have their limits. Magic can tire you out even more easily than physical exercise, because it utilises mental muscles most people rarely employ.”
David continued “Tell you what… you deserve a break after the effort you’ve been making. How about a few days at the Lagoon?” Evan’s eyes lit up. “Sounds good to me, Daddy. Let’s do it!” David chuckled and reached out to Pa’ul, arranging a week’s visit. Two days later, both guys ‘ported to Mersea Island.
Arriving on the shore of the Copper Lagoon, Evan ‘ported their backpacks into the cabaña and both guys joined Pa’ul and the other Guardians by the bonfire. Shortly afterwards, 3 more guys materialised out of the darkness. “Hey guys – good to see you all!” David greeted Mykl, Marc and Nicholas.
Evan cocked an eyebrow at Nicholas. “So – did the research project get going OK?” Nicholas nodded. “Yeah – though the antigravity experiments have yielded some weird shit. They actually lifted a clapped–out ULCC SUPERTANKER into the stratosphere and brought it back down safely, for fuck’s sake. MAN!”
David’s eyes were wide. “That ‘s developing faster than I expected – how did you get so far so fast?!” Nicholas looked thoughtful. “From the most unexpected source possible. Some of the ancient Hindu texts tell of flying craft called ‘vimana’, which utilised a form of antigravity. The secret of the alloy used to build them has been lost, but other details have survived. So we had a bit of a headstart.” He grinned. “We’re getting closer and closer to a viable alternative for jet aircraft. And the spaceflight potential offered by antigravity has some of our astro people agog – an antigravity spaceship could manage repetitive take offs and landings without any need of booster rockets, extra tanks, heat shield etc. The prospect of a totally reusable spacecraft is very alluring. And a big moneyspinner that can provide crucial funding for the cleanup – which is our real raison d’etre. All we need is a propulsion system now – antimatter could help there, but the difficulties involved in creating and containing it are proving horrendous. Even one single grain of antimatter coming into contact with matter triggers an explosion – and worse, a release of radiation so intense that it is instantly lethal to every living creature in a 100 mile radius.”
Mykl was thoughtful. “Is it worth having a few of us warlocks involved in the research? Magic could help formulate an approach to handle that, and once we have the method sorted and understood, we can find a way to replicate it with technology.” Nicholas nodded. “That could be a lot of help, yes – do any of our warlock brothers have scientific or engineering experience?” Pa’ul confirmed it. “Yes, some do. I’ll reach out to them and we’ll see what they can come up with.”
As the evening ran on, talk turned to the potions Evan had been working with. Marc was complementary. “Stuff like that is more difficult than many realise. Well done, brother.” Evan blushed as David added “Which leads me on to something else… we’ve been working our backsides off for a while, but all work & no play is a bad idea. Maybe time for a nice big party? For us all? I’m sure our tycoon brothers could see to a suitable venue…” Nicholas grinned. “Indeed we can. Sounds like a good idea!” Talk turned smutty as plans were laid and the rest of the brethren contacted.
The following morning, everyone dived into the lagoon. All 18 mermen enjoyed the day, swimming, diving and disporting themselves in the water. After a week of sun, sand, seaweed, bonfires and carnal pleasures, David & Evan returned home.
A few weeks later, arrangements made, the Brotherhood met up at a remote woodland holiday camp, which had been block booked for a full week by Nicholas and several other brothers. Along for the ride were a considerable number of younger guys… every one of them former tycoons who’d been transformed into twinks & Grindr sluts after the brothers had taken control of them and stolen their identities via shapeshifting.
Nicholas, leading young Bobby around on a leash, grinned at David. “Might as well put our bitches to use!” David laughed. “How’s the divorce working out?” Nicholas smirked. “Nice & smoothly. Financial details sorted, decree nisi issued and accepted… decree absolute is only a matter of time, then that’s it.”
Mykl chuckled. “It was also a good idea to take over as much of the media as we could. A lot of the hoohah got hushed up VERY nicely once our brothers were able to throttle the undesirable shit before it could be published. And, on a more serious note, the influence it gives us over public opinion is doing the cleanup a valuable service.”
Marc agreed, then remarked to David “I see your boy is getting quite a reputation. Some of his potions are freaking people out… like, TOO good, you know? And quite a few brothers have procured several doses of various concoctions for later use, so the mischief is unlikely to stop after we’re done fucking in the woods!”
David laughed “I know what you mean! At least, I made sure he incorporated reality rewrites in each one… so there’ll be no fallout afterwards from the transformations and so on. We’ve put tracker spells on each vial, so we’ll use viewing spells to get a ringside seat, then sit back and enjoy the shows!”
Marc sniggered. “Wouldn’t mind seeing a few of those, you know? Could be good fun!” David grinned “Well, you can always join us for a home movie night – British style – if you want? Our couch is big enough for four – and I’m up to speed with cross–time viewing spells, so we can watch the changes whenever we like…” Mykl and Marc smirked. “Nice idea! Let’s make plans and sort out a date…”
Many other meets & plans were organised and laid between brothers, as the week long fuckfest continued. Quite a few of said plans involved use of Evan’s potions. After the party was over, those plans were put into effect.
As plans & intentions crystallised, Marc & Mykl ‘ported to Manchester, joining David & Evan for the planned “video night”. With decidedly dirty grins and laughter, the 4 guys settled down on the couch.
“So, who’s first?” Mykl asked. David grinned. “Stewart… and a straight jock who’s been bullying the shit out of his young friend.” With a sarcastic expression, Evan asked the room “Are you sitting comfortably? Then I‘ll begin…” David laughed as he cast the first viewing spell.
In a bare no–frills gym in the Bronx, Tommy finished his workout. The place was redolent with man stink – sweat, musk, male B.O. – from himself and the other dumb jock blue collar tradies who used the place. Not that he noticed it. Guys like him, with an IQ of 70, aren’t very observant. Not even bothering to shower, he headed home.
Tommy was also oblivious to the were–curse placed on him 5 nights ago, when Ethan, the little nerd he’d bullied for the last 6 months, had spiked his protein shake with one of Evan’s potions. That potion had settled into Tommy, body, mind and spirit, and primed itself, without his knowledge.
In his apartment, next door to Tommy, Ethan grinned as he heard the jock’s heavy tread in the hallway. The full moon was due to rise in 40 minutes. Perfect timing. Settling back, he waited, hardly daring to believe it was going to work.
Entering his apartment, Tommy smirked. Time for body fuel, followed by a bit of self worship. He kicked his duffel under his bed and headed to the kitchenette, where he fried a thick beefsteak, cooked up veg and spuds to add carbs, then sat down and munched his way through the whole plateful. Chucking plate & cutlery in the sink, he strutted into the bathroom, stripped naked and began flexing in front of the mirror. Inhaling the musk from his pits as he went.
Lost in worship of his bulging guns, his swollen pecs, washboard abs, treetrunk legs and the huge cock and balls hanging between his thighs, he didn’t notice the approaching moonrise. Until the moon poked her rim above the horizon… and the curse was triggered.
Tommy yelled in horrified, disbelieving panic… as his body began to shrink and implode.
He frantically grabbed himself as his arms deflated, his biceps & triceps vanished, his cannonball shoulders slimmed down and his traps & delts sank back into his body.
Ignoring his horrified pleas, his pecs and abs vanished, his chest & torso flattened out and became skinny, his back & shoulders narrowed and his arms & legs thinned down into twigs.
Next, his face softened, the square jaw rounding into a softer appearance as his crew cut turned into a sculpted bleach blonde quiff.
Staring at the mirror in horror, Tommy wailed in confusion as the bathroom became bigger… then realised he was becoming smaller – and younger, as his body rolled back, taking him from a 35 year old skinny 6’4” beanpole to a 5’2” 23 year old twink. The physical changes finished with a humiliating coup de grace.
“NO NO NO NO NO!!! THITH ITHN’T POTHIBLE!!! THITH CAN’T BE REAL!!!” Tommy shrieked, horrified at the high lisping voice coming from his mouth… as his firm ass turned into a cute jiggly bubble butt and his 9” cock & heavy balls shrivelled down to a 1” twig and grape sized bumps.
Trembling, he stared at the mirror in confused terror… then clutched his head with a scream as the curse turned inwards and twisted butch straight dumb dominant jock Tommy into effeminate gay submissive brainy twink nerd Thomas.
Trembling, Thomas stared at his reflection. Getting more & more scared as he took inventory of himself. A little faggy twinky nerd. With a brain in overdrive, thinking in ways he had NEVER been able to before. His physical changes humiliated him. His non physical changes terrified him.
“I don’t underthtand thith. I’M NOT MYTHELF ANY LONGER! AAAIIIEEE!!!”
Then his phone buzzed. Opening it, he saw the message. Ethan. And the content made his jaw drop.
“Hey, little fella. How do you like your new nerdy gay twink life? Isn’t it nice to have a real brain instead of all that stupid muscle? PS nobody remembers the old you. Check your photos if you don’t believe me.”
Shaking, Thomas did so. And was horrified to see his little twinky nerd form in all his old photos. Turning to his class records, he found his sporting achievements replaced with academic awards. His spring break photos replaced with Pride photos, showing him in drag with rainbow facepaint.
He messaged Ethan. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME???!!! CHANGE ME BACK, YOU BASTARD! I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. BE. LIKE. THIS!!!”
Ethan sent back a laughing emoji. “Wouldn’t change you – even if I could. But cheer up – you’ll change back when the last full moon sets, in about 72 hours or so. Then you’ve got nearly 4 weeks before it happens again at the NEXT full moon. And the next. And so on… get the picture? Enjoy being a were–twink! PS don’t even THINK about revenge… if you hurt me, the curse becomes a permanent transformation and you’re stuck as a nerdy little rainbow twink for the rest of your life.”
Smirking, Ethan sat back as Thomas’ screams echoed through the wall. Vengeance well served.
Back in Manchester, David, Evan, Marc & Mykl collapsed in laughter, hooting until their sides ached and they ran out of breath. “My boy, that was DOWNRIGHT FUCKING BRILLIANT! Well done!” David gasped in between laughs, as he dropped the viewing spell. “Now, who’s next?”
Evan smirked. “Let’s do Alistair. He passed one of my enhanced bodyswap potions on to his cousin. Guy’s getting shit from a frat at college and Alistair wants to turn the tables for him.” Grinning, David cast another viewing spell.
The midwest sunset was bathing the campus in a dusty golden light as James scurried back to his dorm from his last lecture of the week. He’d ducked out of the afterclass discussion to get back to his room before the end of sports practice… with malice aforethought.
Entering his room, the young, sweet – even cute – little guy dropped his books on his bed and turned to his drawers. Reaching into the back of the middle drawer, he found the vial given him by his big cousin. He still didn’t quite believe it would do what Alistair had said it would… but he knew that Alistair wouldn’t give him anything harmful, so what the hell? If it didn’t work, no harm done. But if it DID work… crossing his fingers, James opened the vial and chugged the potion in one go. Blinking at the sensation, as it felt like the potion dissolved into him. With a shiver, his body and soul absorbed the potion… and its magic. Locked and loaded.
Sitting down, James calmed his breathing and composed his spirit. Waiting. Friday night was frat party night… and the jocks usually went hunting for ass after practice.
Jeremy had been dropping hints for a few weeks, bullying the shit out of James, ever since he realised the cute little nerd had a crush on him. The big, beefy jock with the horse cock & bull nuts had been using that crush to break James down.
Rumours of a planned sex party & fuckfest had reached James’ ears too. He’d put two and two together… but asking Alistair if he could stay with him over the weekend had resulted in his being given the potion instead.
As practice finished, Jeremy and the rest of the team headed for the showers. Coming out of the locker room afterwards, in tank tops, shorts and trainers, Tim grumbled “FUCK. Coach is being a bastard! I swear he DELIBERATELY had me pancaked by Louis!” Jeremy grinned. “Well, look on the bright side – the fucking tonight will take your mind off said bastard, at least. Speaking of which, I’m gonna test drive our new ride and bring him along. See you back at the frat.” With smirks, they parted company, Jeremy heading for James’s dorm while the others went back to the frat house.
Sitting on the bed, nervously, James blinked & gasped in shock as Jeremy barged in, grabbed him, swept his books off the bed & on to the floor, threw him on to the bed face down and pulled his pants off. Growling “Don’t be a wuss… I know you want this. You think I haven’t seen the looks you’ve been giving me, little fag boy? Now lie still and take it!” as he climbed on top of James, used a bit of spit to lube himself up, and shoved his rod into James’ ass.
“AAAHHH–hhhnnnggghhh!!!” James’ groan was stifled as Jeremy clamped a huge hand over his mouth. “Cut the noise, bitch.” James’ muffled grunts and gasps continued as Jeremy pounded his ass. James writhing as Jeremy’s huge cock swelled and hardened inside him, stretching his hole like nobody’s business, bringing Jeremy closer and closer to climax.
With a final roar, Jeremy shot his load, filling James’ insides. Then things got weird. Jeremy gasped in shock at the dark, hot flood that overwhelmed his senses, unplugged his mind and spirit from his body, pulled him down into his own scrotum and shot him out through his cock, right into James’ ass.
Beneath Jeremy, James grinned nastily as he felt the big jock’s body go limp on top of him… then sensed Jeremy’s presence within his own body. As Jeremy’s cumshot ended, James’ world in turn sank into darkness as his mind & spirit were detached from his body and pushed out to make room for Jeremy’s. James’ mind and spirit went to the only place available – through the slit of Jeremy’s cock and into Jeremy’s body. Exactly as Alistair had promised.
Slowly, senses returned to both guys as they settled into each other’s bodies. James grinned and chuckled, in Jeremy’s deep voice. “Well, Well, WELL. Heh heh heh…” Beneath him, Jeremy blinked in confusion… then horror. “What the FUCK?!”
James laughed. “Seems the bodyswap potion worked. Cool. What’s NOT cool is the plans you and your fellow frat fuckers had for me tonight. Don’t try denying anything – I’ve got access to all your memories, bitch. Think I’m gonna get you for that… right now.”
“AAAHHH!!! STOP! GET OUT OF MY ASS, YOU BASTARD!!!” Jeremy screamed, in James’ soft little voice… as, stuck in James’ body, he was pounded by James, using Jeremy’s cock in Jeremy’s body. Further cries were stifled as Jeremy’s former hand closed James’ former mouth. Again. And this time, as James now had the bigger, stronger body, Jeremy was horrified to realise that he could neither resist nor escape.
“HHHRRRGGGHHH!!! HHHRRRGGGHHH!!! HHHAAARRRGGGHHH!!!”
With a roar of sheer ecstasy, James shot a huge load out of Jeremy’s former cock into his own former ass. Jeremy writhed, his eyes wide in sheer terror… as the heat of the second cumshot flooded his mind, his spirit and the little nerdy body he was stuck in, fused all three together irrevocably, melted his free will and recast it into complete obedience and submission to the guy who’d shot the load into him.
On top, James grinned as the heat of his new jock body’s cumshot also fused his mind and spirit, irrevocably, with Jeremy’s body and recast said body so its brain was capable of much higher intelligence. He pulled out of his former ass with a rumble of pleasure and climbed off the bed, releasing Jeremy, in James’ body, from underneath him. The smaller guy trembling in horror at what had just been done to him.
“How the FUCK did you just DO that?!” Jeremy whispered, shaking in terror. Smirking, James growled “That’s for me to know and you to wonder about, bitch. All you need to know is that it’s permanent. No way back. You’re a little nerd for the rest of your life.”
He continued “You’re also my bitch, slave and sex toy. Get used to it, boy.” Swallowing in horror, Jeremy answered quietly “Yes, Sir.” The larger guy pulled the smaller one upright. “Now, boy – your first orders. From now on, you are to live as James – though you will go by Jimmy instead. Fits your little nerdy persona MUCH better. I will now live as Jeremy. You will never record, communicate or indicate, explicitly or implicitly, in person or by proxy, via any medium whatsoever, that you or I were ever anyone else or that we swapped bodies. You are also my personal sex toy, are responsible for doing my homework, and will obey every order from my frat bros as if it came from me. Is that understood?” Meekly, the smaller guy answered “Yes Sir.”
James Jeremy smirked at Jeremy Jimmy. “Welcome to your new life, bitch. Now, go shower & clean yourself up. We’re off to the frat for party night.” The smaller guy blanched – then, obediently, headed to the bathroom. Once he was cleaned up, the two left for the frat house.
Walking into an atmosphere of loud music, booze, musk, sweat & cum, they were greeted by Tim. “Hey bro! I see you brought us a new bitch!” Jeremy laughed. “Told you I would! He passed the test drive VERY nicely. Total slut, wants everyone’s cock. In both ends!” A cheer went up. Trembling inside, Jimmy followed obediently as Jeremy led him to the basement. Knowing what was coming. Dreading it. And unable to do anything about it.
Rich yelled “Hey bro – bring the bitch over here!” as he indicated a spot in the centre of the basement. A fuckbench awaited – an old vaulting horse from the gym, its legs cut down so that a guy lying on it lengthwise, face down, would have both holes at groin level… with the original handles removed and multiple restraining straps added. Jeremy chuckled. “Up you go, bitch.” As Jimmy was hoisted on to the ‘bench, terrified, his master murmured in his ear “So justice is served. Learn the lesson, boy – I give as good as I get. No spitting – you swallow EVERY load. Understood?” Shakily, Jimmy answered “Yes, Sir.” Jeremy murmured “Good boy”, smirking as he set Jimmy in place & fastened the straps.
Marcus grinned “You know the rules, bro – opening shot is the catcher’s prerogative. Go ahead and fire the starting gun!” With a grin, Jeremy stepped up and rammed his cock down Jimmy’s throat.
Jimmy coughed and spluttered as Jeremy fucked his face… then, after desperately swallowing the first load of many, he gasped as Tim took Jeremy’s place at his mouth, Jeremy moved to his ass, and a full blown spitroast began. After filling his bitch’s ass, Jeremy laughed and called out “NEXT!”, then stepped back, walked upstairs and cracked open a beer… while behind him, Tim started pounding Jimmy’s ass and Rich rammed his cock down Jimmy’s throat. With Marcus waiting in line after Rich.
As the night went on, the progression of guys going through the basement settled into a rhythm. Watching the flow, Jeremy quietly smirked. Serve the bastard right. Kicking back with his bros, he let his thoughts drift as he contemplated the easier than expected semester ahead. With a bitch to serve his needs and handle his homework, college was gonna be SO easy.
He messaged Alistair. “Hey man – potion worked smooth as a whistle. Made it permanent cos the bastard planned to have me gangbanged by his frat. Now he’s strapped down in the frat house basement, in my old body, getting gangbanged. When you next see your “cousin” Jimmy with his big butch jock boyfriend “Jeremy”, behave accordingly. OK?”
In his plush high rise on the other side of the city, Alistair laughed and sent a reply. “Good going, man. Now, delete this conversation, remove my number from your phone, and don’t contact me directly again until your new boyfriend introduces us. I’ll do likewise. The fewer people that know what we’ve done, the better. Have fun!” Smirking, on opposite sides of the city, both guys did so.
The next morning, Jimmy was woken up with a kick to his side, on the floor of Jeremy’s room. Where he’d spend most of the rest of his college years. “Get up, bitch. Grab me a protein shake from the fridge, then get to your lecture. My homework’s on the table – take it with you and do it, along with yours, after you finish classes for the day. Bring my homework back here once it’s done. Understood?” Jimmy nodded “Yes, Boss.” And quietly did as he was told.
Back in Manchester, viewing spell dropped, Evan smirked in quiet satisfaction as David, Marc & Mykl raised their glasses in tribute. David grinned “A REALLY nice twist, lad. Good going!” Marc laughed. “You’re turning out to be a grand asset to the Brotherhood, man. Nice one!” Mykl just smiled, quietly approving, and asked “Who’s next?”
Evan asked “Can we do Michael’s friend? The young guy with the hots for that black bodybuilder, who Michael gave a possession potion to?” With a chuckle, David cast another viewing spell. “Sure. Here goes!”
“Aaarrrhhh… where IS the fucking hunk?” Jack moaned, stroking himself. Night had settled over London, and the young white guy was sitting, stark naked, at the window of his bedsit in Seven Dials. The desperately horny young guy was frantically waiting for Ramon to come out of the laneway opposite. He’d got a MAJOR crush on the big African. To the point of desperation… and being too shy to actually SAY anything to the mountain of midnight black beefcake only made it worse.
Seeing that TOTAL FUCKING GOD of a man go past every night, heading for the tube home after his workout, was driving the smaller white guy crazy. That’s why Michael had given him the potion a few days ago. Jack was so far gone in sheer, desperate lust that disbelief wasn’t something he had time for. He HAD to believe it would work.
All of a sudden, Ramon appeared on the corner. Tired, sore, sweaty, walking slowly with post workout exhaustion. Breathless with excitement, Jack fixed his eyes on his quarry and swigged the contents of the vial.
With a ripple of semi visible silver grey light, Jack’s body dissolved, and his senses vanished. All he could see was Ramon, in his mind’s eye, the image surrounded by a vortex of silver grey light, as his disembodied form was hurled through the window and across the street… and straight into Ramon’s body.
As Jack surged into him, Ramon staggered back with a gasp… only to be cut off as Jack swallowed his mind, personality and spirit whole. Shocked, furious, trying desperately to shout in protest, to resist, to fight back… he found himself unable to do anything as his possessor digested him, pushed him out of the driving seat and relegated him to the role of a passive, mute observer. IN. HIS. OWN. FUCKING. BODY.
What happened next, as far as Jack was concerned, was the absolute icing on the cake. Ramon’s persona was much stronger than Jack’s – so as Jack digested his host, his persona proved insufficient to subsume Ramon’s. Instead, Ramon’s persona filled Jack and subsumed Jack’s own persona. Turning Jack, effectively, into a double of Ramon. Inside and out.
“PHWOAR!!!” the new Ramon rumbled as he flexed, stroked his massive bulge, then continued his walk to the tube.
Inside, silently, the real Ramon was smug. Kid couldn’t take over without being drowned by HIM. HA! Silently sniggering, he decided, what the hell? Let’s see if this little white bitch could pull it off and BE him. He settled back to watch the show as his impostor entered the tube station, flashed his Oyster card at the ticket barrier and headed down.
Going down the foot tunnel to the platform proved to be a bit scary. Jack was used to being small, as his old body was barely 5’4”. Ramon’s body, at 6’7”, was another matter. The tunnels, built for shorter 19th century men, were WAY too low for the African giant whom he now inhabited. He emerged on to the platform sporting a few bruises… a salutary lesson and introduction to his new giant holiday.
Amused, the real Ramon passed some time studying Jack’s persona, getting to know the kid. Storing that knowledge for future use.
Reaching his apartment, “Ramon” made himself dinner, then stripped naked and walked into the bathroom for an inspection of his borrowed body. Jiggling his pecs. Flexing. Stroking himself in horny worship, moaning as the huge black shaft between his legs started to stiffen. Then, he stopped. “More fun with company.” He downloaded Grindr on to his phone and started looking for a nice tight white ass to fuck.
Half an hour later, he was pounding a very nice creamy white bubble butt. With its owner gasping and writhing underneath him as he rode and stretched his ass.
The twink’s cry of agonised, overstretched ecstasy followed Ramon’s roars, as he filled the smaller guy with man cream. Inside, real Ramon was getting horny as fuck. The possession hadn’t disconnected him from his senses. He could still see, hear, smell and feel everything his body was experiencing. And he’d never realised riding a guy’s ass could feel so good. Another piece of information stored for future use.
Over the next two weeks, real Ramon got a brand new set of life experiences, as his impostor took him for a walk on the sleazy gay side of life. Bars where he lost count of the guys trying to get him into the darkroom. Clubs where he got besieged by horny men – of all colours – on the dancefloor and at the bar. Never a single night sleeping alone. And it was a LOT more fun than chasing pussy. Tighter holes. Willing meat that didn’t play games the way feems did.
By the end of the second week, real Ramon had decided he preferred guys. Specifically, he REALLY liked dominating little white guys with tight asses. His impostor was satiated, happy and fulfilled from his fortnight’s holiday as his fantasy man. Good enough. Time to end it.
Wandering back from the gym, Ramon’s body stopped at the corner and looked up at Jack’s window. “Farewell, Ramon. Hope you’ve enjoyed the ride… and that you’re not TOO pissed off at me for doing this.” Jack spoke, quietly, as he regurgitated Ramon’s mind and spirit, took back his own persona, restored Ramon to his rightful place in the driving seat, and left Ramon’s body. Returning, through the same vortex of silver light, through his window into his bedsit, where his physical body reformed.
On the pavement below, Ramon blinked as he settled back into control of his own body. “Holy fucking SHIT, man. Now THAT was weird – but also a LOT of fun. Hmmmmm…” With a quiet, thoughtful expression, pulling a few memories he’d copied from Jack, he headed home.
In his room, Jack sorted himself out and got ready for his return to the office the following morning. Unbeknownst to him, Ramon had pulled quite a few of his own memories during the last two weeks. Including Michael’s phone number.
Late the following evening, Ramon messaged Michael. “Hey man. I’m the guy your little friend Jack possessed for the last two weeks. Fucking amazing experience… never knew guys were so much fun!” Michael replied with a laughing emoji. “Glad you enjoyed it, mate. I gather Jack’s left you now... so what’s up?” Ramon smirked as he replied. “Well, I had access to Jack’s memories and persona while he was driving me – and got to know quite a lot about him. It’s like this…”
That Friday, coming home from work, Jack was getting his keys out to unlock the front door… when a large black hand took hold of his shoulder. A familiar voice rumbled above him. “You had your turn inside me, kid. Now it’s high time I got inside you.”
In shock, Jack turned to look up at Ramon. To be met with a dirty, slutty, dominant look. The look of a guy who took whoever’s ass he wanted. Flushing, Jack asked “Really? I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me after that stunt I pulled…”
Ramon grinned. “You were very cheeky, I agree – but it turned out to be the best fun I’ve had in ages, and no other tactic would’ve got me to do it. So I forgive you. But I want payback. I want you. As my bitch. Permanently. Including the gym, where I’ll train you up.”
Returning Jack’s stunned look with a dirty, lustful expression, Ramon continued “You see, throughout those two weeks, your persona was pushed to the back of my head, along with me. I spent a lot of time with you back there, and got to know you as well as you know me. That’s how I know what you really want is my cock stretching your ass. My hands working your cock to ecstasy. Your mouth around my cock. My hands working your tits. And it’s how I know about the potion, and that you only had one dose available.” Thoughtfully he added, “Those two weeks also turned me into a fan of screwing little white guys with tight assholes… ‘nuff said, hmmm?”
Jack’s eyes were wide. He’d never expected THIS. Shakily, he smiled. “Wow. I didn’t realise you were doing that. And yes – I’d LOVE to be your bitch too! Thanks!” Ramon grinned. “Then go pack your stuff. You’re moving in with me. Right now.”
Stunned, incredulous and horny, Jack went to pack. A little while later, his keys handed back to his landlord, he left the bedsit for the last time. Heading to Ramon’s place and a new life as Ramon’s bitch and fuckboi.
Ramon started as he meant to continue, jackhammering his bitch’s ass.
“AAAHHH… AAARRRHHH!!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!”
Ramon’s ecstatic roars drowned out Jack’s moans as his ass was stretched and pounded by the one piece of man meat he’d wanted in it, above all others.
Then came a surprise, as, after Ramon had filled Jack’s ass, he cuffed his wrists and ankles, attaching them to each bedpost with chains to hold him spread-eagled. “Some of the guys you had in the darkroom are very clued in with the leather & BDSM scene, boy. Gave me some ideas…” Ramon smirked, then called out “OK, come in!”
Jack was shocked as Michael entered the room, smirking. “Nicely secured, I see. My part’s ready too…” and he handed Ramon a bag. “Excellent, man – many thanks!” Ramon chuckled, as he lifted out a specially enhanced Carrara chastity belt. Helplessly, Jack lay there as Ramon secured the device in place on him. Including an attached butt plug and catheter.
Michael spoke “Finishing touches…” and handed Ramon a large key. As Ramon put the key in the lock and turned it, a ripple of mixed brown, yellow and grey light ran over the belt. The butt plug swelled and softened, filling and sealing Jack’s asshole perfectly. The catheter did the same inside his cock. And Jack gasped as the magic of the belt locked down his mind, making him totally obedient to the man who’d just sealed him in chastity.
Ramon chuckled in dirty, horny, dominant satisfaction. “When I said I wanted you to be my bitch, that’s exactly what I meant, boy. Welcome to your new life.” Jack gasped “Thank You, Sir!” in horny, helpless shock.
Michael laughed and went on to explain “The butt plug and catheter will handle your shit, piss and cum. Their magic will also keep your ass, cock and bladder healthy, undamaged and free of infection.” He added “The control spell is permanent – even when your Master unlocks the belt to have some fun with you, it won’t lift. You’re His now. Permanently.”
Ramon smirked. “Get used to the belt, boy – it's a permanent fixture. I’ll only take it off for short periods when I want to use you. Your ass, cock and balls are My property now, and I decide who gets access to them – and when. Understand?” Jack nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Submitting to his Master. Accepting his new life. Happy, horny and helpless to do anything about it.
On the spur of the moment, David reached out to Michael. “A master should be suitably attired.” He created and ‘ported a large cardboard box to Michael, who grinned and spoke to Ramon. “A present for you, man.” Taking a look in the box, Ramon grinned. “I’ll see to this. Give me a moment, will you?” Michael chuckled as Ramon carried the box out of the bedroom. Michael laughed as he waited, moans and excited rumbles coming through the wall.
Everything became clear as Ramon returned… clad in full formal BLUF gear. Black leather, head to toe. Michael smirked in appreciation, as David reached out and added the knowledge and skills for maintaining his Master’s leather to Jack’s awestruck mind. “A slave must be able to maintain his Master’s leather in good order.”
Grinning, Michael passed on David’s remark to the horny mountain of black beefcake in shiny black leather shirt, tie, pants, waistcoat, boots, biker jacket, gauntlets, cap and sunglasses. “DOWNRIGHT. FUCKING. PERFECT!!!” Ramon yelled, as he settled into his new life as leatherman and Master. Asking “You want to join me in spit-roasting my boy?” and receiving an affirmative response, Ramon unlocked Jack and he & Michael got down to business.
Moans and groans of ecstasy issued from all 3 guys as they came nearer and nearer to climax.
In a combined blast of cum and vocals, all three guys shot their loads in unison. Then, as Michael cleaned himself up and made ready to depart, Ramon cleaned his boy and himself, put Jack right back in chastity and released him from the restraints. Jack, conditioned better than he realised, promptly knelt and kissed his Master’s boots in thanks. Master Ramon smirked in pleasure. “Good boy. Now, get a proper bulking meal on the go for us. Your gym training starts tomorrow.”
As His bitch headed for the kitchen, Master Ramon sat back and contemplated the future. This was gonna be a LOT of fun. And some of his gym buddies would also appreciate a chance at “training” his bitch too. The prospect was incredibly enticing.
In Manchester, David laughed a very dirty laugh as he dropped the viewing spell. “I wondered when Michael’d put that belt I made him to use. And I hope Ramon makes the most of the leather life too.” Evan grinned. “Let’s hope they get a lot of fun out of it. That’s a really cool kickback, you know?! Now… who’s next?”
David gave a small, quiet smile. “Let’s try Anthony. He passed a vial of your ‘Man Of Your Dreams’ potion on to a close friend – a young man with low–level autism who’s been badly hurt by years of shit at school because of it. It’s made the lad strong, mentally… but the emotional damage has gone so far it’s practically PTSD. Anthony feels for the guy and wants to give him a helping hand.”
Evan was in full agreement. “Definitely, yes. Helping with something like that would justify every bit of mischief I’ve caused.” He swallowed. “I know the kind of damage that situation can lead to – been there myself, until the day you changed me – and it’s not funny, even when you’re not on the spectrum. Having level one autism would make it far worse as it means you don’t have the social skills to fight back. OK, let’s have a look – just be warned it may trigger me as it’ll cut a bit close to home.” Thoughtfully, David cast a new viewing spell and lifted Evan on to his lap, arms around him, as they all settled down to watch.
In Newcastle, Fred was carefully making his way up the Dog’s Leap stairs, heading for the High Level Bridge to cross the river to Gateshead. The Swing Bridge would’ve been far easier, as he’d been at the weekly Quayside Market, but he liked the long climb up. The stairs and the pedestrian walkways of the High Level were little used, and he enjoyed the relative quiet they offered him.
The leather jacket he’d bought at the market was settling heavily on his back. He liked it – felt like armour and gave him a sense of security. Also, added to his 6’5” height, urban camo & 20 hole black shitkickers, it scared people enough to make them steer clear of him. Which was all he wanted. He found social interaction difficult, and this was an effective way to discourage it.
Crossing the High Level on its lower deck, ignoring the cars going past him and the occasional train clanking over the upper deck above him, Fred made his way back to his apartment in Gateshead. Once home, he put the kettle on, then sat back with a mug of tea.
As the afternoon went on, the noise from the pub over the road increased. Football match. Newcastle vs. Sunderland. A “local derby” which was far more virulent & vicious than outsiders realised. Hearing a few all too familiar voices, Fred’s jaw tensed and his blood boiled. Fucking bastards – all of them. They’d been pieces of shit back in school. They were still pieces of shit now. He closed his curtains, turned off the lights and TV, got undressed and retreated to his bedroom with a book. Meant he could pretend he was out if they came banging on his door.
Fred had just finished the first chapter of his book when he remembered Anthony’s gift. He hadn’t dared believe what Ant had told him about it – stuff like that belonged exclusively to fantasy land and this wasn’t it – but right now he was hurting, badly, as thoughts of all seven of those bastards in the pub and the years of shit and bullying he’d suffered at their hands triggered a blast of fury in his head that had him gritting his teeth.
And suddenly, he’d had enough. The fury settled down into a cold, implacable anger… and he stopped caring. About anything. Including himself. “What the hell. If it kills me, so what?” Grimly, he turned to his bedside cabinet and took out the vial. With a derisive snort, he walked into the bathroom. “Might as well enjoy the show.” Standing in front of the mirror, he opened the vial and tossed its contents down the back of his throat. Swallowing the lot in one gulp.
In Manchester, Evan was shaking in David’s arms. Feeling Fred’s pain, SO badly it wasn’t funny. Gently, David held him close, murmuring “Easy, there. You’re past all that now – and he’ll soon be done with it too.” Marc, however, was concerned. “Guy’s carrying a lot of anger there – if the transformation makes him stronger, he’s likely to lash out. I just hope he doesn’t turn violent.” Evan agreed. “He could. Quite easily. Let’s keep an eye on things.”
As the potion shot down his gullet, Fred gasped at the pain that burst out in his head. Gasping, he watched himself in the mirror as his cranium reshaped itself, the bumps and grooves on his scalp smoothing out as his head became slightly smaller. Inside, his brain was rewired and his mind adjusted to fit. He blinked in shock, as in one fell swoop, his premature brain development from childhood was undone. Obliterating his autism and neurodivergence in a single stroke.
Next was his body. Fred stared in astonishment as his body fat drained away into nothingness, leaving his frame spare & skinny. But he wouldn’t stay like that for long, as his skeleton straightened its posture and muscle began to manifest. He watched, amazed, as his ribs disappeared under bulging pecs, his shoulders blew up into cannonballs and his lower torso hardened up into a VERY nice 8–pack.
Then, his back broadened. Lats, delts and traps pushed their way into being. His arms and legs followed. Biceps and triceps swelled out; thighs, shins and calves beefed up as all four limbs grew into veritable treetrunks of muscle. Hands and feet broadened and thickened up. His face squared off into a strong visage, and his eyes hardened as his inner strength assumed a much more dominant form.
The final physical enhancement came between his legs, as his wedding tackle grew to a respectable 8” with balls to match. Fred grinned at his reflection. VERY pleased with what he saw looking back at him… then he felt the magic turn inwards and realised his changes weren’t finished yet.
His eyes widened in shock as he felt all seven of his chakras power up, one by one, from the base of his spine to the crown of his head – then the magic reached out and began cannibalising his physical mass to augment his chakras and boost his arcane powers.
“SHIT!” Fred yelled, as his body began to compress and shrink. Arcane gifts growing, and physical mass reducing – with one exception – as he shrank from a 6’5” musclebound giant to a densely packed 5’0” skinhead with a body ripped and hard as iron, awash with magical power. Small… but mighty. With a 10” cock and bull balls hanging between his legs.
In a final touch, his mind was opened and filled with arcane knowledge; then the transformation ended. Fred stared at his reflection in shock. The awkward 6’5” social outcast and oddball was gone. In his place stood a small, spunky, tough as nails 5’0” skinhead warlock with a huge cock, who could blast the pub over the road to Kingdom Come and turn all its customers into rats, if he wanted.
“Wow.” Even his voice had changed. Hard. Gravelly. And his eyes… “FUCK. I’ve turned into the sort of guy I used to cross the street to avoid! YYYEEESSS!!!” Laughing nastily, Fred returned to his bedroom, shrank his gear to fit, turned his new leather jacket into a black MA1 and got dressed. “NOW the fun begins!” Quietly, grimly, he made preparations.
Back in Manchester, all 4 guys were watching avidly. David murmured to Evan “I rather think that some of his tormentors are going to get their comeuppance… sooner rather than later.” Evan nodded. “I’m certain of it, Daddy. Been in that frame of mind myself before. Only question is, what way is he gonna do it?”
As evening approached, the gang of seven – Ian, Sean, James, Steven, Michael, Stuart and Paul – still arguing over the game, left for home, grabbing dinner from the chippy on their way. After being thrown out of their homes due to family bust–ups, they’d clubbed together to get a big semi–detached house in Felling. Sleeping two to a room, but so what? They were all slobs, so none of them cared.
Sitting down in the lounge, the usual arguments began over the remote control. Then, abruptly, everything stopped. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” Ian yelled in shock, as a web of violet light rippled over all seven guys, paralysing every one of them… followed by a cloaking spell to prevent interruptions. “WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?!” Sean yelled as Fred appeared in the room.
“Vengeance.” Fred answered. Then, smirking at all seven, he remarked “And I bet you don’t even realise who I am, do you? Here’s the answer… the guy I used to be.” All seven gasped as Fred manifested an image of his old self… then paled. Fred smirked. “As you see, I’ve had a bit of an upgrade. And I’m gonna use it to give you lot a well deserved fucking downgrade. Literally AND figuratively.” He dropped the image. “Enough talk. To business.”
Fred cast a spell and materialised a frame & sling in the lounge. Then looked at Ian. “You first.” He ‘ported Ian into the sling, leaving his clothes behind, secured him in its restraints and got to work.
“AAARRRGGGHHH!!! GET OUT OF MY ASS, YOU BASTARD!!!” Ian yelled, helpless to stop Fred as he lubed himself up and pushed his man meat into Ian’s crack.
Ian’s wail of protest tapered off, drowned by Fred’s vicious roar of ecstatic revenge, as he shot his first load into Ian’s ass, then stuffed an inflatable butt plug in to hold his man cream inside. Watching Ian, Fred smirked. “Feel the heat of my seed inside you, bitch? Feel it melting your insides, making your mass and manhood all nice and fluid? That’s your preparatory step. Now, we just wait a little for it to make you ready…”
Ian snarled in fury. “You little fucking BASTARD. Just wait til I get my hands on you!” Fred smirked. “Yeah, Right.” Standing over his first victim, Fred waited, watching the ripple of magic as the spell in his cumshot permeated Ian, mind, body & spirit; loosening up all his muscle, mass and manliness.
Finally, Ian was ready. “Step 2.” Fred remarked, taking hold of Ian’s cock and expertly stroking it to full rigidity as Ian screamed a torrent of abuse at him. Then, as Ian began to leak precum, Fred took Ian’s cock in his own mouth and sucked. And sucked. Until, finally, Ian couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a helpless roar, Ian blasted a huge cumshot into Fred’s mouth. And as Fred sucked – HARD – something else was drawn out along with Ian’s man cream.
“NNNOOO!!! STOP THIS!!! STOP STEALING ME, YOU BASTARD!!!” Ian screamed in horror, as Fred kept sucking… drawing Ian’s muscle, mass and manliness out of him. Relentlessly.
Sobbing, Ian cried out “Please, please, please don’t do this to me…” only to be completely ignored by Fred who, viciously enjoying the cries, wails and final desperate pleas of his former tormentor, kept on going. The other six guys watched in helpless horror as Ian shrank, lost height, mass, muscle and manliness… while Fred grew, bulked up and gained several inches in height; only stopping his sucking once Ian had been reduced to a little 5’2” femboy twink with a bubble butt, a tiny 1” twig of a cock, and peanut sized balls.
“YOU BATHTARD!!! YOU THTOLE MY MUTHCLE!!! MY MANLINETH!!! GIVE IT BACK!!!” Ian shrieked, his face twisted in horror, sobbing in tears at the horrible high pitched lisping voice coming from his mouth. Fred laughed, harshly. “No fucking way, bitch. This is your life, now. Get used to it.” He released Ian from the restraints, slapped a paralysis spell back on him, returned him to the couch… and turned to Sean. “One down. Six to go. Your turn, bitch.”
Sean screamed in horror as Fred ‘ported him into the sling, secured the restraints and repeated the process. One by one, the others each received the same treatment. Finally, it was over. Ian, Sean, James, Steven, Michael, Stuart and Paul were each reduced to little femboy twinks.
Fred, now standing an incredible 6’10”, his bulge grown huge, his gear automatically upsized to fit him as he’d grown, smirked at them all. “Finishing touches… none of you’ll ever be able to pull a girl now, so let’s flip you.” With a ripple of magic, he turned each guy into a submissive gay slut & sex addict who wanted nothing more than a nice big rough Daddy to fuck him. Each change sealed by the appearance of a rainbow tattoo around the base of their tiny cock. The horror and agony in all seven faces was indescribable as each guy was forced into a life they did not want, and sealed into it, permanently.
Fred continued by rewriting reality for all 7 twinks. “Cool. Nobody remembers your old selves except you & I. And I’ve put a binding spell on each of you, so you’re unable to tell anyone else about what happened to you. I’ve changed all records and memories of you, so nobody would ever believe you even if you COULD start screaming about it. Check your photos once I release you and you’ll see what I mean. You’ve also got a new set of memories to square you with your altered lives. I suggest you use them. And your willpower is bound too, so you’ll never be able to come near me, harass me or bad–mouth me. The same for my friends and family.”
He continued “Your construction jobs are gone too – none of you have the muscle to lift a plank now, let alone bricks and mortar – so every one of you is a clerical admin assistant now instead. Enjoy your new lives, you paper shuffling, pen pushing slutty little twinks.” With a ripple, the frame and sling vanished; the trashy furniture and décor of the house turned snazzy and upmarket; every new twink was dressed in tight hotpants and lycra… and as Fred disappeared, ‘porting himself home, the paralysis spell was lifted. Releasing all 7 stunned little guys.
“That fucking BATHTARD!” Stuart sobbed, in tears over his lost manhood. The others weren’t much better. Steven swore, humiliated. “What the hell are we going to do now?!” James, shaking, looked up from his phone. “Oh my god – my phototh! I’m a twinky little fella in every one of them!” Michael and Paul concurred. “And our thummer break phototh latht year have been turned into Gay Pride phototh. That one of uth all hillwalking hath been changed to one of our twinky little thelveth on the LGBT youth group float!”
Ian, who’d had more time than the others to adjust, spoke quietly. “Guyth – let’th be blunt here. We can’t do a fucking thing about thith. Only Fred could turn uth back – and he won’t. Let’th get Grindr on to our phoneth and find some men to gangbang uth. Take our mindth off thith.”
Quietly, broken and defeated, the seven former bullies did so. As for Fred… back in his flat, grimly satisfied, his mind at peace – really at peace – for the first time ever, the giant skinhead warlock popped a can of beer, sat back and put his feet up. Vengeance well and truly served. Dismissing the seven little rainbow twinks from his mind – they didn’t matter any longer – he relaxed and considered the future. Time to get hooked into the gay kink community, find himself a bitch and have some fun. The prospect was very appealing.
Watching from their couch in Manchester, David, Evan, Marc & Mykl were quiet. Shocked. Evan was first to speak. “GODS. Those guys must’ve put him through absolute hell, to merit a revenge like that. I don’t want to know anything more about what they did to him. Doubt I could handle the knowledge, frankly.”
Marc agreed. “I’ve got a suspicion that the persecution was sustained and lengthy. Nothing else would be bad enough to trigger THAT level of retribution – because, even as the tough scary warlock he’s become, I can see Fred’s kept a sense of justice, proportion and fairness. He wouldn’t do what he did there without VERY good cause. Let’s leave it at that, get a drink and watch somebody else. Who shall we check out next?”
David was thoughtful. “Let’s do Daniel. Gave a young friend of his an advanced possession potion. Kid’s got the hots for a big butch biker/mechanic, wants to take him over and have some fun on his next run with his club.” Marc’s eyes widened. “WHOA! That could be good viewing…” Evan nodded. “Particularly as it’s a gay bikers’ club. Hot guys in leather doing kinky things in the woods, you know?” With a dirty laugh, David cast another viewing spell as Evan brought more drinks through from the kitchen.
Sitting at the window of his apartment, overlooking the motorcycle repair shop across the street, Toby was edgy, excited, and desperately waiting for his target to come out. Fidgeting like a cat on hot bricks as he waited for Frank to leave the shop.
Finally, the garage door opened and Frank, in full biker leathers, pushed his bike out and set it on its kickstand. As he placed his helmet on the saddle and turned to close the shop for the day, Toby, sitting naked by his window, opened the vial and swigged the potion. Never taking his eyes off Frank.
With a shiver, Toby’s body dissolved, and with it his every physical sense. All he was aware of was Frank, in his mind’s eye, as a spinning vortex of silver gray light hurled his disembodied self through the glass, across the street, aimed right at the biker.
But instead of sliding into Frank, taking possession of him, swallowing his mind & spirit, becoming Frank for as long as he wished, Toby felt himself slam into an invisible barrier. Then he heard Frank’s voice in his mind.
“You cheeky little fucker! I’m flattered by your attention, boy… but trying to possess a warlock is a stupid thing to do. You’re mine now… like it or not.”
Toby’s mind froze in panic. Daniel had warned him to do his homework & research his target first. In his obsession over the hunky leatherclad biker & mechanic, he hadn’t. And that was his undoing – because Frank came from a long line of witches & warlocks, held significant magical knowledge & abilities of his own… and had long since put arcane defences, protections & countermeasures of his own in place around himself.
In his mind’s eye, Toby saw Frank’s eyes light up with a deep violet glow… then froze in shock as Frank opened his mouth and blew a plume of violet smoke out between his lips. Toby, voiceless, could only scream silently as the smoke infused his discorporeal form, corrupting every part of his being. As the corruption spread, it eroded Toby’s autonomy and freedom of will, until he was completely at Frank’s mercy. And Frank wasn’t feeling merciful… not in any way, shape or form.
Next, Frank emptied his lungs, then began to suck. Terrified and helpless, Toby felt himself being drawn into Frank’s lungs… then everything ended as Frank absorbed the young man, mind, body and spirit. Permanently & irrevocably.
Staggering back, Frank let out a massive Toby sized belch. Then began laughing. “So much for that little prick’s fantasies. HAH!” Then he stopped and became thoughtful. “Kid didn’t have any power of his own… so how the fuck did he do that? Hmmmm… best have a look and find out.”
Carefully, Frank reached inside himself to find Toby’s remnants… then drew on them, slipping into Toby’s form and persona like pulling on a new set of clothes. He ‘ported into Toby’s apartment, used facial recognition to open Toby’s iPhone and started reading. Using the messages and conversation history to trigger access to Toby’s memories… leading him to Daniel.
“Hmmmmm…” Frank mused, harnessing old skills from his former career as an FBI agent – and his earlier military service with the Delta Rangers – as he started to formulate a plan of action. Grabbing all of Toby’s stuff that could be of use to him, he ‘ported back to the repair shop, discarded Toby’s form and persona for his own and locked Toby’s stuff in his safe under both magical and mundane security.
Back in Manchester, all 4 guys were alarmed. David quickly reached out to Daniel. “Brother – trouble on its way. The guy your friend Toby targeted is a fucking powerful warlock. He’s taken Toby, got access to his phone and memories, and is coming after you!” Daniel blanched. “SHIT!!!”
David quickly ’ported Daniel from his home in the Hamptons to Manchester, then joined forces with Marc & Mykl to lay extra protection spells around the apartment. All 5 guys settled back on the couch, watching as Frank called in favours from old friends in both military and federal law enforcement. It didn’t take long for him to find Daniel’s address, or his corporate connections.
Frank, however, was puzzled. “This guy’s got no power either… so where did HE get the stuff? Just how big IS this –is this guy Daniel just using all his pro environmental shit to mask a supply network? Was the kid just an end customer?”
In Manchester, all 5 guys watched with deep concern. Marc spoke first. “This is trouble. Guy’s not gonna give up. Could expose EVERYTHING. We need to nip this in the bud. Pronto!” David remarked “But we can’t do it the usual way. He’s too powerful.” Quietly, Evan asked “Would Father be able to help?” Mykl was thoughtful. “Maybe… let’s ask & see.”
Mykl reached out to Pa’ul. “Brother – we’ve got a problem. It’s like this…” and he laid the matter before him. Pa’ul was thoughtful. “I think all 5 of you need to come & talk to Father – right now. This is getting out of hand.” All 5 guys joined hands and ‘ported to the Lagoon. In the water, Pa’ul called Father Spirit and Mother Lagoon, laying the problem before them. David manifested a full size 3D image of Frank for examination, and an intense discussion ensued. Finally, The Spirit Of The Waters spoke. “One of such powers can not be defeated or suborned by the brothers. He is worthy of Our attention. Bring him to Us.”
In full agreement, they laid plans; then ‘ported back to Manchester. Knowing that Frank was heading to Daniel’s place the following day, Marc & Mykl ‘ported Daniel home… and stayed there with him. David kept his viewing spell on Frank, and sent a general alert out to the other warlocks of the Brotherhood to be available on standby if needed.
Sitting around Daniel’s breakfast table the following morning, all 3 brothers heard the roar of a big Harley-Davidson coming up the driveway. Marc murmured “Here we go…” as all 3 of them walked to the front door.
The knock on the door echoed through the foyer. Daniel swung it open. “Ah, Frank. We’ve been expecting you. Please come in.” The surprised look on the biker’s face changed to wariness as, stepping inside, he noticed Marc & Mykl. And became aware of the power they wielded.
Marc spoke next. “We’re aware of your interest in us. Our superiors have given us permission to share some facts with you, and are willing to speak with you directly if you wish.” Mykl added “The only condition is that you keep the knowledge you receive totally confidential. Understood?”
Frank replied, gruffly “No problem. I’m looking for answers because I want the information. I’m not answerable to any authorities for this, so you have my silence.” Daniel led them to the table in his kitchen.
Frank opened the conversation. “OK. Now, just what the FUCK are you guys up to? That combined possession–bodysnatch spell was DOWNRIGHT FUCKING NASTY! It’s a dreadful thing to pull on someone!”
Marc grinned “But also a lot of fun!” Daniel added “Toby was careless – he went for you without knowing what he was getting in to. I warned him to do his research on you first – my brothers here even offered to help – but he was just too desperate. Too fixated – even obsessed – with you to consider it. That proved to be his downfall, alas.” Frank’s eyes narrowed as Mykl added “But seriously, it was all intended as a bit of fun on the side. One of our newer brothers has been practicing his skills in the lesser sorceries and passed some of his new potions around for a laugh, nothing more. It’s got nothing to do with our REAL purpose.”
Quietly, Frank asked “And just what IS that real purpose?” Marc, Mykl and Daniel explained. By the end of the conversation, Frank was sitting stunned, wide–eyed, as the other three told him of the Brotherhood of the Sea, The Spirit Of The Waters and Mother Lagoon… and of the huge environmental cleanup they were undertaking.
Frank shook his head in amazement. “Guys – some of my old family lore speaks of the Merman Brotherhood… and I’m glad to meet you for that reason. But the sheer bare faced audacity of what you’re doing is one HELL of a shock! And your methods… you know, I actually like the way you handled those tycoons?” He began to laugh. “The very idea of the original Daniel being a little slutty twink spreading his ass for quick fucks, under the control of a merman posing as his former self, is perverse enough to tickle my fancy!”
Daniel chuckled. “You have Marc to thank for that… and another of our brothers, who you haven’t met yet, for designing the control devices that made it possible!” Mykl murmured “PS that brother’s boyfriend is the guy who made the potions…” Frank grinned. “I’d like to meet them both – if that can be arranged?”
Watching from Manchester, David murmured in the back of Mykl’s head. “Coax him to the Lagoon… we’ll meet you there.” Mykl grinned, as he answered Frank. “Sure – Mother Lagoon & Father Spirit have invited you to visit, and you’ll meet both guys while you’re there.”
Frank’s eyes widened respectfully. “I’m honoured, guys – and very pleased to accept.” Quietly, they shifted to the lounge, where they relaxed over drinks. Mykl reached out to Pa’ul, and acted as intermediary while a date to bring Frank to Mersea Island was agreed.
A week later, Marc, Mykl and Daniel arrived at Frank’s repair shop, just as he was closing up for the weekend. “Hey, man – all ready for our trip?” Marc asked. Frank smiled. “Nervous?” Mykl asked. “Just a bit, yeah” Frank answered. “My family tradition is focused on the Mother Goddess, and the very knowledge that I’m going to be in Her Presence has me awestruck. I can’t help it.” Daniel nodded. “Understandable… but don’t worry. She always welcomes Her own. You’ll be fine… grab your bag and let’s get going!”
Lights off and shop locked up, the 4 guys joined hands… then Mykl & Marc ‘ported everyone to Mersea Island. Arriving at the head of the path to the Copper Lagoon, they found Simon waiting. “Greetings, Frank.” Handshakes were exchanged. “I’ll take your bags to the cabaña – Pa’ul and the others are waiting for you on the beach.” As Simon carried their duffels to the cabaña and returned to the hotel, Marc, Mykl and Daniel led their guest down the path to the Lagoon.
Coming out on the shore, Frank gasped and shuddered as the gentle susurration of the Copper Lagoon brushed his senses… then smiled, his eyes shining. Whispering “I feel You, Lady”, he bent his head towards the water. Pa’ul, walking up to him, nodded in solemn joy. “Mother’s children are always welcome here, my friend – no matter which path they follow Her upon. Tomorrow you may enter the sacred waters of Her sanctuary.” Placing an arm round Frank’s shoulders, he continued “For tonight, join us by the fire for supper. There are two brothers here who we know you’re eager to meet.”
Over by the fire, David & Evan were introduced. Frank gave Evan a long look. “So YOU’RE the one responsible for that horrible concoction! It scared the bloody shit out of me! If I hadn’t renewed my protections the week before, that bitch Toby would’ve pinched me and walked around AS me for as long as he wanted!” Evan grinned. “But it would’ve been a bloody good laugh!” Frank rolled his eyes. Evan continued “Anyway, I made you a gift, by way of apology. Here it is…” he handed Frank a vial. “Thanks…” Frank read the label and looked at Evan. “Hmmmm. ‘Man Of Your Dreams’? What’s this one do?”
Evan grinned. “It’s a shapeshifting potion. Locks on to your deepest desires, finds the person you dream of being – your true fantasy man – and transforms you into it. It’s permanent, and includes a full reality rewrite – so nobody will remember you were ever any different. Also, there’s a neutralisation component in it, so you won’t be able to stop the change with your own magic… and there’s a base form seal, so once you’re changed, that’s it. You’ll still be able to shapeshift – if given to a non shapeshifter, it actually grants shapeshifting powers as well – but your base form will stay fixed. Whatever it turns you in to, that’s it.” He added “It won’t impair your powers – those are sacrosanct and inviolate – but it can enhance them if that’s appropriate for your new form. Enjoy your transformation!”
Thoughtfully, Frank looked at the vial – then at Evan’s grinning face. “What the hell? You only live once. Let’s see what happens!” Turning to Pa’ul, he asked “Mind if I set up a mirror? Pa’ul laughed “Not at all!” David added “I suggest you strip naked as well… you’ll get a better view of your change (and so will we), plus – if you end up larger – it’ll save your clothes from being ripped to bits!”
Snorting in laughter, Frank stripped down to his birthday suit, then created a large mirror, 8’ wide & 10’ high, with feet and frame, and stepped in front of it. “Here Goes!” He swigged the potion. Feeling it ripple down his gullet, tingling and tickling, then settling into his stomach like sherbet… then the fizz exploded throughout every atom of his body.
Frank roared as his body started burning inside. Gasping, he saw his belly retract into a six pack, his body fat disappear completely, his pecs, then his abs, swell and harden… his back and shoulders broadened and muscled up, cannonballs, traps, lats and delts springing out of nowhere; his back straightened and his neck & shoulders rolled back; his arms and legs thickened into treetrunks of muscle, his hands & feet became huge; then his face firmed up and his dark eyes turned a deep green.
Next, the inner fire manifested in a more visual form, as Frank’s skin lost its tan, becoming porcelain white… and a flood of freckles spread across it in a rash of fiery ginger stars. He gasped as, strand by strand, the black hair of his beard was turned ginger. His moustache followed… then his body hair… and finally the hair on his head, which turned into a fiery red mane.
“AAARRRGGGHHH!!! HHHRRRGGGHHH!!! HHHRRROOOWWWHHHRRR!!!”
Frank roared in pain and ecstasy as his vertebrae popped and expanded, his joints cracked, and he grew from his respectable 6’3” to a jaw dropping 7’2”. With a final physical flash, his cock extended out to a beer can thick 13” monster with a pair of bull balls… and his pubes became a fiery ginger nest.
Next, the fire turned inwards… and Frank gasped as his mind and memories changed. His upbringing in New York faded, replaced by memories of growing up in Stavanger; Norwegian became his first language and English his second; his family magic was enhanced with Scandinavian lore; his abilities and powers were expanded and extended to a significant degree. In addition to being a biker, he became a skilled sailor, swordsman and Viking re–enactor.
Finally, the fire took his name, as Frank was burned away to make room for Olaf.
As the flame died, Olaf stood staring at his reflection in disbelief. Then shock. Then…
A mighty roar shook the air as the giant Viking raised his arms and face to the heavens in ecstatic rebirth. Turning to Evan, sitting among his brothers – all staring in stunned, horny appreciation of the absolute hunk his potion had helped manifest – Olaf grinned and, in noticeably accented English, spoke. “Apology accepted, my friend. And thank you!”
Evan grinned up at the ginger giant. “My pleasure, man. Enjoy your new life!” Olaf chuckled as he expanded his clothes, changed his boots, pants and jacket to russet brown leather, got dressed and sat down by the fire. Passing drinks around, Pa’ul asked “What’s your poison, Olaf?” With a smile, the new man manifested a drinking horn and a barrel of mead. “What else, my friend? Help yourselves to Freya’s Fire – brewed by myself in honour of the Lady!”
All the guys took a tankard of mead and sat back. Nobody noticed the naughty gleam in Olaf’s eyes, as the home brewed mead took hold and the party became noisy and festive. Mead can be potent, especially when certain herbs are added to it. Enough said.
The next morning saw Evan regurgitating the last of his stomach lining down the toilet. “FUCK… WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS IN THAT STUFF???!!!” David wasn’t much better. “I think we overindulged on Viking potcheen. That man you manifested is as much a son of Loki as he is of Freya, I swear. Downright sneaky trickster!” Groaning, they staggered to the shower.
The others weren’t much better. Hung over, dehydrated and with splitting headaches, they gorged themselves on a traditional full Irish breakfast – a very large one – and spent the day in recovery. Olaf chuckled naughtily at the sight. “We Vikings are raiders of the guts these days, my friends. Learn that lesson well!”
The following morning, they all gathered, naked, on the shore. Pa’ul spoke to Olaf. “Time to enter the sacred waters of Mother Lagoon, my friend. Step in, and bathe in Her bounty.” Reverently, Olaf did so, slipping under the waves, then surfacing, gleaming with the light on his wet skin. Pa’ul and the others all dived in, merman transformations automatically manifesting upon entry to the water. Olaf’s eyes widened in awe… then he and his hosts bent their heads as Pa’ul blew the usual three blasts on the cowrie shell, Mother Lagoon’s light manifested, and The Spirit Of The Waters rose from the depths.
Smiling, The Spirit Of The Waters spoke to Olaf. “Welcome to the Sacred Waters, my friend. I know you have had a rather harsh introduction to our Brotherhood; I hope it has not upset you unduly?” Olaf shook his head. “Indeed not, Great Spirit. And I have been well recompensed for the experience too.” The Spirit laughed. “So I see! Come to Me.” Olaf swam to His outstretched hands, was picked up and taken beneath the waves, where he was bathed and blessed with Mother Lagoon’s power. Returning to the surface, his green eyes now flecked with copper, he bent his head in thanks for Their blessings.
The Spirit Of The Waters spoke, one last time. “Though not of our Brotherhood, you are always welcome amongst us. The Lagoon remains open to you, and you may return as you please, subject to the Guardians’ approval. Enjoy your stay, my friend.” Olaf bent his head again, in gratitude, as The Spirit Of The Waters sank beneath the waves and Mother Lagoon’s light dissipated.
Grinning, Olaf swam over to David & Evan. In his deep, rumbling voice, he asked David “Can we give your boy a good spitroast?” Both guys laughed. “Why not?” David grinned. “I think you both deserve it… let’s get onto dry land, put Evan on Spitroast Rock and give him a good pounding!” With dirty, smutty looks, all 3 guys left the water for the back of the beach. Once tails & fins had reverted to legs & feet, David & Olaf picked Evan up and carried him to the rock bench.
“UUUNNNGGGHHH!!! HHHNNNGGGHHH!!! HHHRRROOOWWWHHHRRR!!!” Evan spluttered, moaned and groaned as Olaf stuffed his throat and David his ass. The noise climbed several decibels when the two tops switched positions and Olaf fucked Evan’s brains out.
“Aaarrrhhh…” With a happy, fulfilled sigh, Evan came back down to earth… his ass leaking man cream and his internals stretched to incredulity. He rolled off Spitroast Rock in a contented, slutty, satiated haze. “Thanks, guys.” Olaf chuckled dirtily. “Our pleasure, boy.”
Several more days of fun and fornication followed. Sitting round the bonfire at night, talk turned to the cleanup. Olaf was interested. “Friends – I’m both warlock and mechanic. I’m quite willing to lend assistance to the antimatter project, if you think I could be of help.” David smiled. “You could very well be, at that. Your combination of technological & magical knowledge & ability is exactly what we need. I’ll speak to Nicholas, and let you know what he says.”
With laughter, optimism and good company, they toasted each other and their hopes for the future, while the sparks of flame rose to the heavens above. The night was filled with fun, frolics, fornication, work and plans, combined in fireside conversation, as they all sat side by side under the starry firmament. Let tomorrow bring whatever it would. Right here, right now, the night was enough.
