Grandpa’s Lil’ Boys (Part 3)

***WARNING: Scat ***

The bedroom was small, and dominated by a massive, king size bed that barely left enough room to walk around it, the floor littered with dirty clothes so thick Blake couldn’t even see the carpet. He stood in the doorway for a few moments, trying to focus and keep his wits about him…and trying to keep himself from becoming too aroused, as the sight of his snoring Grandpa right there, a few feet away. He was turned away from Blake, sleeping on his side, and blake could see the necklace’s gold chain wrapping around the back of his fat, flabby neck, swallowed by a couple folds. He shouldn’t…shouldn’t be in here, he shouldn’t be doing this. Grandpa…Grandpa kept him safe, kept him happy. This felt just…so wrong.

He pushed against the doubts, knowing they were being sown by whatever magic was in that necklace. He had to fight it–he could do this. He crept closer, trying to keep the diaper around his large waist from crinkling too loudly, and hoisted himself up onto the mattress as gracefully as he could, but at his shorter height and new heft, he couldn’t help letting out a grunt. Still, Grandpa was sleeping soundly, and he stayed there on his knees, in his messy diaper, just…just looking at him. No, admiring him, how manly he was, how…strong and powerful and sexy. He could just…imagine being wrapped up in his arms, his Granddaddy’s cock slipping into his ass, pulling…him close. No, he had to fight it–he crawled closer, but the doubts only got louder, the closer he got. This was bad. He was being a bad boy, and he didn’t want to be bad, did he? No! No, he wanted to be good, but he didn’t…didn’t want this, did he? But why…why wouldn’t he? The closer he got, the less he understood, why he was trying to do this at all, and the guilt overwhelmed him as he reached for the chain, and he broke into loud, heaving sobs, tears running down his smooth face.

Grandpa woke up, and rolled over. “Boy! What the fuck are you doin’ in my room? Didn’t I tell you to stay out there and play with your brother?”

“I–I…s-sorry Grandpa, I…” He tried to muster an excuse, but all that came out was more sobs. Grandpa rolled up and pulled him close, into his chest. He was so close to that damn necklace, but all of the thoughts of stealing it had disappeared. He was just a little boy, a bad little boy. He had to confess, he had to tell Grandpa what a bad boy he’d been, trying to steal from him. In between choking sobs, he told Grandpa what he’d been trying to do, but that he hadn’t been able to do it. Grandpa listened and consoled him until Blake’s sobs finally calmed down and became sniffles.

“It’s ok, Blakey. I know that little boys like you can get stupid thoughts like that sometimes, it’s ok, but I think you need to be punished, don’t you? So you learn that little boys shouldn’t have thoughts like that, that they shouldn’t try to get away from Grandpa, right?”

Blake nodded. “I know Grandpa, I was a bad boy. Are…are you gonna spank me?”

“No boy, I think we need a bigger punishment than that. I think until you can learn to keep that naughty head of your under control, we’d better just keep it occupied with more important things for a while,” the necklace began to sparkle, and Blake tried to turn away instinctively, but his eyes were already locked with the light, as it grew stronger, “Yeah, we’ll make that brain of yours much more productive. Filthy, filthy piggy thoughts. Yeah, you’re gonna be my pig boy for a good long while, and maybe I’ll give you a chance to think about something other than nasty filth in a few weeks, once you’ve learned your lesson good ‘n proper.”

His words faded into the light, like a single force burning into Blake’s head. It finally faded away, and he felt…different again. Better, even. Blake gave a loud snort, and he could feel another huge load of shit following from his ass into his diaper, and unable to stop himself, he felt an orgasm rip through him, his cock pumping a massive load of cum into his diaper as he snorted loudly.

“That’s a good piggy, now why don’t you go get filthy? I bet your brother can help you out. After all, I can’t have a clean piggy in the house, right? I’ll feed ya too when I’m done with my nap.”

Blake nodded dumbly, drool falling from his open mouth, and he crawled off the bed, tried to stand up at the edge, and ended up falling to his hands and knees, unable to walk. He must have gotten even fatter–he could feel his flab scraping against the stinking dirty laundry and the carpet on the floor and he crawled back to where Nate was sitting in his own messy diaper. He tried to talk to him, but Blake pushed him over yanked down the waistband of Nate’s diaper and shoved his face into his brother’s messy crack, slurping up the shit, oinking and grunting, thrusting into his own nasty diaper. Nate was just happy it wasn’t him, this time. He’d spent enough time as Grandpa’s pig boy before, to know you don’t try to fight too hard, but Blake would learn that soon enough–he was smart. The three of them could be happy together–Nate knew that. All they had to do was be good boys and keep Grandpa happy, and everything would be just fine–forever.

Grandpa’s lil’ Boys (Part 2)

The light dimmed slowly away from his vision, and Blake felt…strange. He certainly didn’t feel…right. Grandpa was standing in front of him, and that made him feel better…or did it? Something, something told him he needed to get away from him, that he needed to run, but…but why would he run from his Grandpa?

“Come on boy, give me a big hug,” the old man said, and after a moment of hesitation, Blake walked to him and let Grandpa pull him close, smelling the old man, feeling his cock hardening in his diaper.

Wait…diaper? Hadn’t he been wearing jeans a minute ago? But why would he be wearing jeans? He…he only wears diapers. That’s Grandpa’s rule. Little boys who can’t control themselves have to wear diapers, like him and his…brother…

He looked over his shoulder at Natey behind him, still on the floor sucking on his binky, rubbing himself through his diaper. He…he wanted to do that too, fuck. Yeah, it feels kind of good, grinding his soft crotch into Grandpa. Blake looked up and found Grandpa looking down at him…but he hadn’t been that tall, had he? It seemed like he’d shrunk by about a foot, and his rugged, muscular body was so much softer, and smooth. In fact, he didn’t seem to have hair anywhere other than his hair, where it was thin, soft and strawberry blonde. Grandpa’s calloused hands on his soft skin made him shiver, and when he bent down to kiss him, he couldn’t resist, allowing Grandpa to rape his mouth with his tongue, as a blast of piss erupted from his cock, soaking the front of the diaper, feeling it grow heavy around his waist, the stench melding with Grandpa’s filthy musk and scent of tobacco smoke.

“Yeah, that’s a good boy, a very good boy,” Grandpa said, “Now why don’t you get down there and suck Grandpa’s pacifier?”

Blake knew something was wrong, but…this couldn’t be it. He loved Grandpa’s pacifier. He got down on his knees, finding himself faced with Grandpa’s thick, cheesy cock head, and he sucked on the head, getting it good and wet, two hands on the front of his diaper rubbing his cock as hard as he could through the soggy fabric.

“Hey Natey!” Grandpa said, “Get over here and give your new brother a hand–or a mouth.”

The cock plug binky fell from Nate’s mouth, and he crawled over next to Blake and began giving Grandpa’s balls a tongue bath. Somehow, he had changed too–he had seemed normal before, but now, like Blake, he was shorter and chubbier as well.

“Fuck, two boys is definitely better than one. Nate here, he was never really your friend, you know–I sent him out just to find another boy to bring back here with him. It took him a while, but I gotta say I couldn’t be happier, and the two of you are gonna be such good, loving brothers, right? Taking care of Grandpa and each other? Fuck, here comes your first taste of Granddaddy’s juice boy!”

Grandpa wrapped his hands around Blake’s head and pumped his cum right down his gullet, and Blake, still unable to believe what was happening, drank it all down. Grandpa pulled his cock free from his mouth, and Nate licked his way up Blake’s fat mouth and started kissing him, sucking the last bits of cum from his mouth, and Blake, still knowing this was wrong, couldn’t help but kiss back, pushing their wet diapers together.

“Such good boys,” Grandpa sighed, “Anyway, ya’ll interrupted my nap, so I’m gonna go back to bed. I’m sure the two of you can play together for a bit, right?” he chuckled, and tromped back to the trailer’s bedroom, shutting the door behind him–and as soon as he was out of the room, Blake felt his mind clear a bit more, and Nate pulled away–a bit reluctantly.

“What…what happened, Nate? I don’t…”

“I told you to leave, Blake, I told you…I didn’t want this, I liked you, but you–”

Blake just stared at him, unable to believe what had happened to him–to them. “You…you were my friend, just to…bring me here?”

“No!” Nate said, “No, that’s what he wanted me to do, but the further I get from that necklace, the better I can resist him. I made a friend like he wanted, but I was never going to bring you here–but then you just showed up anyway!”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know? I just thought you didn’t want me to see where you lived…”

“Well it’s too late now…”

Blake looked at the shut bedroom door. He could already hear his Grandpa snoring behind it. “It’s that necklace, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“So…let’s just get it off him.”

“He never takes it off. It’s hopeless. If you just…just let it happen, it’s a lot easier,” Nate said, and started rubbing the front of Blake’s diaper, making his shiver, “It’s…kind of fun, even, sometimes. And I don’t have to be alone now, we can do it together, we can…survive,” Nate leaned in and kissed him, and Blake gave in, pushing their fat guts together, feeling their diapers rustle–until his bowels suddenly loosened and he filled the back of his diaper with a huge load of shit, and he pulled away in shame.

“Fuck, I just shit myself!”

“You’ll get used to it, trust me.”

“No! I don’t want to get used to this. This is so…wrong!” Blake heaved himself up, feeling his messed diaper sagging around his waist under his flabby body, “I’m getting that necklace and I’m getting out of here. I want to go home!”

Nate just watched him, as Blake creaked the door open as quietly as he could, and slipped inside. He should stop him, but maybe…no, it would be better for him to learn for himself. He’d tried everything already, but there was no way out of Grandpa’s clutches. The sooner Blake learned that for himself, the better off they’d all be.

Grandpa’s Lil’ Boys (Part 1)

“Look, you just…you need to leave, alright? You need to leave, and just don’t come back,” Nate hissed through the screen door of the double wide at his friend Blake outside. His neck was craned from the side, in an obvious effort to keep Blake from seeing his body–but from what he could see, Nate didn’t seem to have on a shirt.

“Dude, seriously? Is this because of what happened yesterday? Look, I…I ain’t gonna tell anyone man, it’s…it’s cool.”

“It’s not fucking cool–look, you gotta go, before…” Nate looked over his shoulder, “…before he wakes up. Just go, alright? I’ll…I can’t explain, ok? Just leave.” He shut the door in Blake’s face–firmly, but also quietly.

What had happened the day before, which neither of them wanted to talk about, was a bit of roughhousing while they had been cutting through one of Mr. Hawthorne’s tilled fields, muddy from the rain. Nate had started it, shoving Blake into the mud, but when Blake had tried to grab him and drag him in too, he’d only succeeded in yanking down Nate’s jeans–revealing underneath what could only be a heavily padded diaper. Nate had frozen, completely red in the face, and yanked up his baggy jeans before hightailing it away as fast as he could. Blake had tried to keep up, but the mud slowed him enough that Nate had too much of a lead to be caught, so he’d come by Nate’s house, where he lived with his grandfather, to try and smooth things over–but it looked like all he’d done was inflame things further.

Still, he wasn’t going to give up. He didn’t care if Nate had some…problems or whatever. They were still friends. He pulled open the screen and started knocking at the door, louder this time. Nate told him to go away through the door; Blake knocked harder, until he heard a low grumbling and the door swung open, revealing Nate’s grandfather. He was in his early sixties, most likely, and looked like he’d just woken up from a nap, from the boxers and wifebeater he had stretched over his fat body. The oddest thing, however, was a gaudy necklace the older man had around his fat neck, draped down on his chest. “Who the hell are you?”

Now Blake had never met Nate’s grandfather, and Nate had never told him much about him. He’d only learned where Nate lived because they took the same road home from school, and Nate’s trailer park came before Blake’s. “My name’s…Blake. I’m one of Nate’s friends.”

Nate’s Grandfather looked at Nate behind him, who was doing everything he could to avoid his gaze. “This the frienda yer’s ya told me ‘bout?”

Nate nodded.

“Get in here,” he said to Blake, and stepped away from the door. Blake tentatively stepped up into the house, where he found the reason Nate had been hiding his body–all he had on was a diaper and some strange object on a chain around his neck…and from the smell of the place, he seemed to have already used it. “Follow me,” he said, and Blake did, only realizing after a few moments that he wasn’t following him because he wanted to…but because he couldn’t quite stop himself, for some reason.

He looked to Nate, but Nate just whispered under his breath, “I told you to leave…I’m sorry…”

“Quiet boy–suck on your damn binky and entertain yourself–I don’t want to hear a peep from you until I need your mouth.”

The object around Nate’s neck appeared, now that Blake was closer, to be a small butt plug. Obediently, his friend took it and put it in his mouth, where he started sucking on it, face bright red. Then, after a few moments, it was like the life in his eyes receded; they grew glassy and Nate began to wobble, before toppling over onto his diapered ass. Much to Blake’s horror, he watched as his friend rubbed the front of his diaper, almost like he was planning on masturbating into it, but before he could watch further, Grandpa’s large hand wrapped its way around his wrist, and pulled him into the kitchen.

“Let me go!” he said, and tried to yank himself away, but a strange glow deep in the necklace’s large gem caught his eye, and he felt like he was being sucked into it, and he could hear…hear something, or maybe just feel it. Something like… “No control. No control. Weak. No control. Can’t stop it. Can’t control it,” a mantra repeating in his mind until the necklace dimmed. He tried to yank his hand away again, but even though he was big for his eighteen years, even though he was on the football team, he suddenly felt very very small beside this big man, and as hard as he yanked, there was nothing he could do to break the old man’s grip. The terror set in. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t stop it, he couldn’t…couldn’t control it…and he felt his crotch suddenly become warm as his bladder released, soaking his jeans, running down one leg and into his shoe and onto the tile floor. He looked up at the old man, and he was leering down at him, licking his lips, like he was on the verge of laughing.

“I thought I would be satisfied with one little diaper boy, but why stop there? And Lil’ Natey brought such a big friend along too–you’re gonna be such good brothers,” Grandpa said, his hands running over Blake’s shaking body. He wanted to do something, anything, but he was frozen in place, unable to even slow the flow of piss from his bladder until it had fully emptied itself onto the floor. “Don’t worry, you’ll be happy here with Grandpa, I’ll make sure of it.” The necklace began to glow again, even brighter this time, and Blake felt the light wash over him, pulling him into his new Grandpa’s sick, twisted fantasy.

Donkey Dick (Part 3)

It took Derek several minutes to even be able to determine that he was, in fact, awake. The last few…hours? days?…he had no idea how long really…it had felt like he’d been asleep, and yet aware of what was going on, somehow. Trapped in some strange limbo. Jude had been there the whole time, talking, putting…things on his body. He could remember it, kind of, and yet it also felt like some wild hallucination. He rolled over in the straw of his stable, trying to use his hands to help him up, and yet they were so stiff. He looked at them for a close to a minute, studying them. Why…why had he called them hands? He knew that he didn’t have hands. Hands were for people, but he…he wasn’t a person, he had hooves. Two hooves where his hands should be, larger than a fist, black and…shiny, more like rubber than something made by a body. The more he looked at it, the more normal they seemed, and the more he wanted to scream. Instead, he rolled over onto his hooves and knees, and then, unsteadily, pushed himself standing, feeling his knees bend…backward, nearly falling over as he tried to balance on his lower hooves, looking down at his naked body. His legs–and arms–were brown. The color of hair, and yet they were hairless, just…almost like he was wearing thigh and shoulder length latex boots and sleeves which merged perfectly with the edges of his still human torso.

He…he could remember this. He could remember something, something from while he’d been asleep. Hiss head felt like half of it had been replaced with plastic, thinking and focusing hard was giving him a headache, but he could remember, he could almost catch it, the sensation of Jude slipping something on his arms and legs, and he’d been..screaming? No, he didn’t scream, he’d been braying. It took him a moment that he was braying now, loudly and uncontrollably, his body shaking as he tried to understand what had happened to him, what was wrong with him. He was a freak, some fucking freak! Something between a person and a fucking donkey. There was a mirror on the wall, and the image he saw only filled him with more terror. The lower half of his face–it was like someone had fit a muzzle over his mouth–some rubber donkey muzzle–and then glued it to him, along with two, stiff rubber ears. He still had his eyes and hair, but a shiny, long brown face which he…he could move, which he could bray through, with shiny rubber teeth and a long, shiny tongue inside–

The door opened, and Derek spun around–nearly losing his balance, and found his Master had entered the room. No, not…not his Master just…Jude? He was…smiling at him. Why was he smiling? Couldn’t he see what he was? How ugly he was? “Calm down, calm down Derek.”

Immediately he felt his body ease off the panic, his constant, loud braying subsiding at the order, a flush of calm running through him.

“That’s better–I wouldn’t want the neighbors to worry. I do love your voice, but if you can’t learn to keep it down, I’ll have to find other ways to keep you quiet from now on.”

Derek tried to talk, tried to ask him what had happened, what Jude had done to him. Somehow…somehow he knew this was Jude’s fault, all of it, but all he could do was bray–nothing even close to human speech would leave his stiff, rubber mouth.

“I know, I know,” Jude interrupted him, “I’m sure you have questions. But you know what?” he stepped closer to him, “I had a whole speech planned for you, about why and how, but I…looking at you, I don’t, fuck, I don’t care that much, you know? Besides, it’s not like you’ll be asking questions for long. Once that muzzle and those ears fully integrate with your skull and your brain, you’ll be so stupid you won’t even know what a question is–just a perfect fuck animal, just like I’ve always wanted.”

The words struck Derek with terror, and he backed away from Jude into the wall, but his Master followed him, one hand wrapping it’s way around his massive, permanently stiff rubberized donkey cock. “Don’t worry, you’ll have a few more days to enjoy what remains of your humanity, feel it ebb away bit by bit–but you’re looking forward to it, aren’t you? You want to be an animal.”

Derek tried to fight it, tried to fight his suggestions, but his mind was no match for Jude’s hypnosis now. He…he did want it, didn’t he? Yeah, this…he wanted this. Master knew best after all, Master knew everything. And it did feel good, so good, having his big dick stroked. The pleasure was pushing all his other concerns away. He snorted and brayed, and when Jude bent over in the straw, Derek was helpless to resist shoving his huge cock deep in his well lubed ass, his pseudocum pumping away, as he did, rubber donkey balls pulsing and churning. Part of his mind, the little bit that could push through kept trying to gain traction, but he had no control. He could feel the rubber working against him, eroding his personality and memories, leaving only enough to obey his master and filling the rest with a primal desire to fuck.

Once Jude was satisfied–several hours later– he ordered his pet off of him and went to go clean up, leaving Derek alone in his stable. He’d been…trying to think of something. Trying to do something. But it was fading away, faster than he wanted to believe. Master brought him some food later, and he ate it, and fucked him again long into the night, and a few days later, he felt better. In fact, Derek didn’t feel much of anything at all. Just a big dicked donkey drone, ready to fuck whenever his master desired him.

Donkey Dick (Part 2)

“What the fuck do you mean, by ‘more of a glue that a lube’?! What the fuck did you put on my cock?”

“Look, you’re overreacting, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

Derek pushed back against Jude’s hypnosis, fighting to stay angry at him, as he hefted his cock in one hand. “Fix this. This isn’t my cock.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have even said anything, but no, I have to try and be reasonable every time–”

“Reasonable? You call this fucking reasonable?” Derek stalked forward towards Jude, reaching out to grab him, punch him anything, but with a word–a word he didn’t quite catch, he was frozen in place, Jude stepping out of reach. “This is all going to be just fine, Derek, I promise. After all, you want this just as much as I do, you just don’t realize it yet, but you will. Now, I’m going to count backwards from ten, you’re going to fall into your trance, and then we’re going to talk about this like adults, right? I really think that’s the best outcome here.”

Derek fought, as Jude started counting backwards. He pushed against the numbness, the sleepiness, creeping over his mind, putting him slowly to sleep, but just like Jude ordered, when he reached one, his eyes flickered shut, his chin hit his chest, his breathing deep and even.

“Good, that’s good,” Jude said, running his hand over his friend’s still hard, rubber cock, and then inspected it. It had worked better than he’d ever imagined, this living latex–he couldn’t tell where the rubber ended and the skin began at all–and the rubber even felt like skin…sort of. It was warm, but it was hard like a dildo–it had no real give like a real cock might. He could still feel cum leaking from his hole too–so it was more than functional. But what he needed was less resistance–much less. “Go sit down in the chair, Derek. You and I need to have a nice, long chat….and you know, maybe a few other additions might help you understand…eh?”

Nine…you’re rising up out of the darkness, back into your own body once again, and completely ready to wake up…and finally ten, you’re awake.”

Derek felt like he’d been asleep for ages, and he tried to push himself up from the chair. He had to get away, he had to get away from Jude, that was what he was trying to focus on, but his friend pushed him back down into the chair where he’d been sitting. “No…You…What did you do to me?”

“Everything you wanted me to do, Derek, just like you asked.”

Like he’d…asked? So Jude had fixed him? He’d given him his cock back? No…What had he asked for again? Everything was so fuzzy all of a sudden, but he looked down, and it was his cock…or was it? What cock was he even supposed to have? He gripped the thick shaft of his (new? old?) donkey dick, and felt his massive balls churning beneath it. Yeah, he felt them up with his other hand, his massive, low hanging donkey balls, churning with cum. He…He hadn’t really believed Jude could do it, but he had…and it felt so fucking amazing.

“How does it feel man? How does it feel to have the cock you’d always dreamed of? The one you’d always fantasized about? And those falls, brimming with donkey seed? Ready to spurt?” Jude got down and licked the shaft from base to head. It still tasted and felt like rubber to him, the same with the balls, but from now on, they would be perfectly real to Derek. The rubber sack he’d glued on over his balls would have absorbed his testicles by now as well, pumping out something not quite cum–just a milky, sticky protein substitute, but again, it wasn’t realness that Jude craved–it was size. If Derek needed it to be real, well, hypnosis would help him accept it.

Derek was trying to order his thoughts, but the pleasure coursing through his cock and balls kept shutting his mind down and derailing anything close to reason. He’d begun braying again, but that…that was normal for him. Had always been normal for him, when he got excited…right? Right? But if this was right, then why did everything feel so wrong? What had Jude done to him when he’d put him to sleep, just now? He could remember being…so angry, before, but now…now he was fine with it? With all of it? No…No, he was going to get the truth. He shoved Jude away from his huge cock, and stood up, shakily.

“No! Fucking…No!” he said, trying to get the urge to bray under control. “You did this to me because you…you wanted it. Not me. Not me! Now change me back, fucking give me back my cock! My real cock.”

Jude sighed, “Derek, don’t you get it? There is no going back for you. That rubber is you now–that’s what’s going to be your cock for the rest of your life. Don’t you get it? Why can’t you just be happy? Why can’t you just see how good this can be for the both of us?”

“Good? For both of us? I never fucking wanted this!” Derek screamed, “Fuck you, I’m getting the fuck out of here, I’m leaving, and I’m calling the fucking cops on your ass and…and uh…”

Jude had said something. That same thing as before, and his mind was shutting down. He fought towards the door, but the air felt like water, pushing against him, but before he fell, Jude hurried over and caught him, his hard rubber cock still jutting up towards the ceiling. “You know, I was hoping this would be enough for you, but you just refuse to be satisfied. I suppose we’re just going to have to make it even more clear to you, what you are, eh? I wasn’t planning on things going this fast, of course, but at least I’m well prepared.”

Donkey Dick (Part 1)

“Jude, I told you before, I just don’t want to, alright?”

“Come on, it felt amazing last time!”

“Maybe for you–I couldn’t feel anything in there,” Derek said, looking at the strap-on cock Jude had in his hand. He had no idea where his friend had even found it–it was massive, and shaped like (he assumed) a donkey’s cock. As far as dildos went, it was amazingly lifelike–the latex even felt like flesh, or what he assumed the flesh of a donkey dick might feel like. He had never seen one, but Jude–one of his friends-with-benefits, had confessed to a fantasy of being fucked by a donkey. Derek had been game once, but it had simply been boring for him–the strap-on might be life-like, but it was so thick that he got no pleasure out of it. Besides–it made him feel a bit…insignificant. However, now that he looked at it, this one seemed different from the last one he’d worn at Jude’s request.

Jude got excited, “No look–I did some investigating, and I found some more stuff. Look, there’s this specialty lube for strap-ons that can make it feel amazing for you and this dildo is made of a really special rubber that’s just as sensitive for you as it is for me, and I thought…well, I did some reading on hypnosis….”

“Hypnosis?”

“Well, nothing big–but I found some files that might help. You’ll think that the strap-on is your own cock–and your mind will make you feel things even though your body isn’t really. Between that and this cock, I promise you’ll have a good time.”

Derek was suspicious, but Jude was nothing if not persistent. He did eventually give in and let Jude use the strange, sticky lube on his cock and help him into the strap on–the plastic donkey cock hard and dangling between his legs–but he wasn’t interested in the hypnosis. Jude, however, seemed insistent. Derek said it would never work on him, but when Jude asked him to keep an open mind and parked him in front of his computer screen–the swirling patterns were…oddly captivating. He didn’t even notice Jude put the noise cancelling headphones on over his ears, words barely discernable through a subtle static that made him focus harder on them. A couple of minutes later, Jude wiped some spit from his slack lip, and smiled, stashing the specialty glue he’d used back in his drawer. The program would take a few hours–but he could wait.

***

“Hey, Derek…you waking up?”

He was, but slowly. What had just happened to him? He was sitting in front of Jude’s computer, and he could…kind of remember something about hypnosis, but everything was a bit fuzzy.

The chair was on wheels, and his friend pulled him back a bit, and came around in front of him. “How about we see how well that worked for you, eh?” Jude reached down, gripped the donkey cock between his friend’s legs, and Derek groaned. “How does it feel?”

“Fuck…it feels good…” Derek said, looked down, and for a second just stared at the strap-on…except he wasn’t seeing a strap-on. He was just seeing his cock. His long, thick, donkey dick. In his mind, he knew that it couldn’t be real, but with a tentative hand, he reached down to feel it, and to him, it looked and felt, like flesh. And it felt…amazing. He looked down, and he couldn’t see the straps running around his waist, but they had to be there, right? “How…how did you do that?”

“Hypnosis can be a powerful thing. Now come on–how about we give this big cock of yours a test drive?”

Jude had already lubed himself up and got on the bed, Derek lining his hard cock up and pushing it inside. Before, he hadn’t felt a thing, but this lube and hypnosis was amazing. It was like it was his real cock. He’d gotten the shaft halfway inside Jude’s ass, when the first bray popped from his mouth unbidden, and he stopped.

“What’s wrong? Keep going!” Jude said.

“But I just…did I just ‘hee haw’ like a fucking donkey?” Derek asked, but he did as Jude said, and kept pushing himself inside, another bray slipping out as he did, but rather than ask about it, he just went with it. It felt so damn good to fuck–every inch of his cock was so sensitive suddenly, and he didn’t last very long, before a massive spasm ripped through him, accompanied by a series of very loud brays that he was certain must have woken the neighbors in the next apartment over. Still, Jude wouldn’t let him stop–and it wasn’t like his cock would go soft anytime soon. He kept fucking until Jude shot a huge load onto the bedspread, and then they finally separated, and Derek started looking for the seam to the strap-on, so he could take it off. Jude saw what he was doing, and pushed his hands away.

“Don’t be so hasty…wouldn’t you like to keep it on?”

Derek started to say no, but as he thought about it, he realized…that he did want to keep it on.

“After all, it’s always been a fantasy of yours, hasn’t it? To have a big old donkey cock, instead of some small three inch thing like before? Doesn’t this just make you feel like such a sexy beast?”

“Fuck, it….kind of does,” Derek managed to say, a bray escaping from his lips as he spoke, “But what’s with the donkey noises? I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Don’t worry about those–you like making them.”

Yeah, actually, he kind of did.

No…wait.

“You…you fucking hypnotized me, and now, you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

Jude did that thing where he looks innocent, but he was guilty as fuck, and Derek went back to trying to find the seam…but it wasn’t there. Or rather, he couldn’t see it. “Help me get this off, I have to piss.”

“You can piss through it by now, don’t worry about it.”

“What?”

Jude pursed his lips, “I…might have lied a bit when I said that was lube earlier.”

Derek just stared at him. “What the fuck have you done to me, you fucking asshole?”

Twin Changes

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“I mean…it’s pretty, I guess.” Fred held the stone hemisphere up closer to his face to look at it. A paperweight? That’s all he could really think it was. It looked to have been one half of some sort of orb that had been cut in two–rather violently, from how jagged the cut was. He smiled at Dan, trying to appear sincere, but when his older friend had told him that he had a really exciting gift for him, he’d been imagining something more impressive than a rock.

Dan smirked, and pulled the other half of the orb from the box. The lighting was a bit dim in the living room where they were sitting, enjoying some after dinner scotch, but for all intents and purposes, it looked like the missing half to the one he was holding. The two of them had met through work, when Fred had joined the company where Dan was already employed. They worked in different departments, but they crossed paths enough that they became friends, with Fred taking Dan under his wing as a someone to mentor, even though at thirty-three and forty-one they weren’t that far apart in age. Still, Fred was a bit insecure, and the encouragement from Dan helped, especially since he was another single gay man in a world filled with straight, married folks. The sex had begun after a night where they had both had a bit too much to drink, and they’d kept the occasional sex well away from their day jobs. But since they both has an attraction to fatter, older men, neither one of them was really able to push the other’s sexual buttons as well as they might have hoped. But Fred knew Dan well enough that he wasn’t going to just give him some random rock–he had much better taste than that, as was evidenced by his immaculately designed house where they were both sitting. What game was he getting at anyway?

“I don’t get it,” Fred confessed, “It’s…a rock?”

“Not just any rock, Fred. Look, I…I know this would sound crazy if I just said it, so I’ll just have to demonstrate it first, and then you’ll understand. Just hold the orb in your hands for a second.” Dan took a breath, and then said, “I wish I had black hair.”

The orb in his hand began to glow with a soft light, highlighting the silver striations embedded in the orb. A moment later, Fred’s began to glow as well, with a strange warmth. He tried to drop it, but the orb clung to him even when he flipped his palm upside down, like it was magnetized. After a few moments, the glow died, the orb fell from his hand to the carpet, and he stared at it, before looking over at Dan, and saw that his previously brown hair had become a deep black–on his head, his beard, even the hair on his forearms.

“What the hell was that? Did…did that thing just…change your hair color?”

“Not just mine,” Dan said, “Go look in the mirror.”

Fred stood up and walked to the mirror hanging on the wall–and sure enough, the orbs had changed his hair to the exact same shade of black, his hair, his goatee, the bit of chest hair popping up from his collar. “That’s…that’s not possible.”

“I would say the same thing in your position, I know, but it is possible. The orb grants wishes, and these two halves are linked. If each of us holds an orb, the wish affects us both.”

“And…you just thought it would be funny to change our hair color? What’s everyone in the office going to say on Monday?”

“Don’t worry about that, no one else knows that anything is different–only we know that anything has changed. No one would bat an eye, no matter what we might do to ourselves,” Dan smiled, “And I thought we might have some fun this weekend…just the two of us.”

Fred narrowed his eyes. “Now hold on–the wishes affect both of us, right? So how in the world would we be able to get back to normal?”

“Easy–I already tested it. If someone holds both halves together, the wish only affects them, and I’ve been…experimenting. Go on, pick your half up and wish to become what you looked like before you received the orb.”

“Why do I have to do it?”

“That half of the orb is connected to you now–I can’t make another wish until you make one. We have to alternate as long as the orb is split. Go on, it won’t hurt you.”

Still a bit hesitant, Fred picked the orb up from the hardwood and said, “I…I wish I looked like I did before Dan changed our hair color.”

The orbs glowed again, and after a moment, both of them had their original hair colors back–brown, but Dan had a few flecks of grey Fred didn’t have yet. “See? Good as new–or old, rather. We can change ourselves however we want, and be back to normal by Monday.”

Fred was a bit skeptical. Dan poured them both another round of scotch, and they talked it over a bit–but Dan figured that the best they could do was play around a bit, and see where it took them, and so they started trading wishes–Dan going first.

“I wish I had an eight inch cock.”

Both of them had average cocks, around four inches long–but suddenly each was sporting an impressive bulge in their slacks. Fred reached down to feel it, and then cocked an eye at his friend. “Really? That’s the first thing you want?”

“It’s…for later. I just didn’t want to forget.”

Fred laughed, “Well, I wish I had 20/20 vision and didn’t need glasses.” The orb halves glowed again, and a moment later, both of them were blinking a bit, the glasses from both of their faces disappearing in a moment. Fred could barely believe it–he’d worn glasses all his life, and suddenly, it was like the entire room was clearer. He looked at the hemisphere again, “These things really are amazing.”

“Heh, just you wait,” Dan said, “I wish I weighed three hundred and fifty pounds, most of it fat.”

Both of them were rather husky, though because of their height difference, Dan weighed 240 and stood a bit over six feet tall, while Fred weighed 215 and was only five and a half feet tall. The wish didn’t care, and both men watched their figures balloon larger, until each of them was sitting with huge guts falling into their laps, moobs pushing out the fabric of their shirts. In surprise, Fred stood up–or tried to. There was suddenly a lot more pushing against him, and he had to heave himself out of the chair, rocking back and forth a bit to gather momentum. He stared down at himself in disbelief, unable to see his feet past his fat–not even really able to bend his neck easily thanks to his second chin, and he said, “What the fuck did you do to me?”

“Do to us, Fred,” Dan said, standing up and walking over to where his friend was standing. The fat hung on his body better than it did thanks to his height, and remained a gut. Fred, however, could feel an apron hanging down past his cock, his slacks hiked up over his belly and belted around his apron. “Look, I know what we like–we’ve talked about it enough.” He stepped closer, pushing their fat together, rubbing their suited bodies together gently, and as much as he resisted, staring at his friend’s obese body was turning him on in a big way.

“Just because I’m attracted to fat guys doesn’t…doesn’t mean I want to be fat too…” Fred said, “I feel like I’m as wide as I am tall.”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”

Fred reached over and picked up his half of the orb, “I wish I was five foot two.”

He only dropped two inches, but Dan came crashing down almost a foot–his fat expanding out as it began losing space to sit. Dan looked around at the room, surprised at the change in perspective, and then looked to Fred smiling. “I haven’t been able to look you in the eyes before–it’s nice.”

Fred was mad–although he was madder about the fact that Dan seemed perfectly happy at his new height. “No one likes being short, Dan.”

“Then why did you make yourself shorter?”

“To teach you a lesson!” Fred said, “This is dumb–just make us normal again, I don’t want to play this stupid game anymore.”

“You can be such a killjoy, you know that?” Dan said, holding up his half of the orb, “I wish I loved being short and fat, and found my body incredibly sensitive and erotic.”

“You fucking didn’t, why the fuck–fuck…oh fuck…” Fred’s objections withered away into moans, as Dan reached out and started groping, tugging and stroking his fat body through his suit, pulling Fred into his own body, before leaning in to kiss him, one hand taking the orb from his friend’s hand and setting it to the side. “I think that’s enough wishing for now, don’t you?”

“Shut up you sexy fat fucker–let’s go play,” Fred said, inches from Dan mouth, both hands fighting to get his shirt unbuttoned. He’d never…felt like this before, this enjoyment of his own body, this pleasure running through him. Everytime he touched himself, it was amazing. He loved this, he loved his body, and he loved Dan’s too. They heaved their way up the stairs, both of them exhausted and sweaty by the time they reached the upper landing, their clothes stripped away and lying in piles on the stairs or hanging from the banister.

“So, are you enjoying yourself yet?” Dan said as he panted, rolling one of his nipples with one hand while he groped his younger friend’s body with the other.

“Don’t…don’t think this is over just because I like it. You and I…we need to have a conversation about boundaries.”

“In the morning,” Dan said, and pulled Fred into the bedroom, “But right now, let’s just enjoy ourselves, eh?”

Twin Changes

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 9)

“Let’s get you in the sling,” Ralph said, but that was easier said than done, however, since Doug had started growing fatter and shorter throughout all of this. Now, he was just barely five foot two, and it took both of them to get him up into the leather seat, Ralph securing his boy’s ankles to the industrial chains, giving him easy access to his loose hole, and then chained Doug’s wrists as well, giving him complete control over his body.

He teased him for a few minutes, admiring the changes that had spread across him like wildfire, changes he was having a hard time even recalling. Everything about him just seemed so…normal. He sucked and chewed on one of his boy’s thick nipples before digging through one of his drawers, pulling out two snake bite suckers and attaching them, and then he tugged on his boy’s balls, feeling them swell and drop in his hand, Doug unable to suppress in groans, nor the precum which had begun flowing from the head of his huge cock. He was…beautiful, looking at him like this. Fat, filthy, nasty, covered with tattoos, everything he fucking wanted in a man, but…but that was because Ralph had made him this way…right?

He could remember now, dimly, how he’d taken the boy under his wing, fed him fatter, taught him the ways of filth and sex, covered him with the tattoos of his choosing, forced him to smoke constantly until he needed smoke and ash all day long, forbid him from cutting his hair of shaving any part of his body. As these memories flooded him, he felt like his own past was fading away. College–who the fuck was he kidding? He’d never gone to college, hell, he’d never wanted to go to college, he’d dropped out a high school years ago. Yeah…years…ago. His beard was beginning to grey, long streaks mixing with the brown–the same with his hair. Face growing cragged and wrinkled, scars to match his oft broken nose from fights and rough fucks, and this sweet young boy, fuck. His boy. He’d always wanted one, and now he had one.

He stepped away from the sling and pulled on a thick, industrial rubber glove, coating it with a thick layer of crisco from a half used tub on the dresser, and then walked back, pushing two fingers into Doug’s ass, his weak hole accepting them willingly, listening to the boy moan, swinging his body onto the intruding hand. Three fingers, four, and then his fist popped inside him, Doug letting off something between a sigh and moan as his daddy’s fist invaded his ass. It was…so familiar to him. Ralph twisted his wrist, applied a bit of pressure, and his boy’s dick started spraying piss all over the both of them, Ralph licking it from his beard and mustache as he grinned, watching his boy loose complete control, pressing harder until it was completely empty, and then he switched again, and started prodding his prostate.

He never touched his boy’s cock–he didn’t need to. Doug’s groans and moans only grew louder from the stimulation, his cock flooding precum from his massive balls, until his daddy finally milked a massive orgasm from him, making him shout and groan and cry, sucking down smoke from the cigar still in his mouth, and Ralph yanked out his hand and replaced it with his cock, fucking the loose hole raw until he too was cumming, feeling a bit…light headed. His boy’s collar…it was glinting, shimmering. It seemed so bright, all of a sudden, and everything else was so dark. Doug seemed to have passed out in the sling, and Ralph struggled against the darkness. He didn’t want to go under again, he didn’t want to loose himself again, no more, no…more…

“Daddy? Daddy!”

Ralph gave a snort on the filthy, piss soaked floor where he’d collapsed, rolled up onto his ass, rubbing the side of his head. Fuck..what the hell was that?

“You ok?”

“Fine…I think…” Ralph said, grabbed onto the chains of the sling and hauled himself back up, Doug swinging to and fro from his weight, the ceiling groaning where the chains were anchored.

“Thought I might be stuck,” Doug said.

“Heh, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that,” Ralph said, leaned over his boy and gave him a deep, smoky kiss, “Just got…too excited, is all. Still, how ‘bout we get ya down?”

He undid the shackles holding Doug’s arms and legs, and helped his short boy down from the sling, holding his filthy body tight to him. He was still horny, and before Doug could get dressed, he bent his boy over and ate out his nasty loose hole, tasting the grease and his own cum from earlier all over his boy’s crack, sucking down his farts in between drags off his cigar, and Doug looked around the room.

It wasn’t much, their little studio, but neither of them made much money. Well, he was the one who worked to support them, really, with construction work during the day and offering up his ass all night. Daddy worked…sometimes. He had a hard time getting hired, and he usually lost his temper whenever anyone tried to tell him what to do. Still, it worked out, and he did what he could. He had his daddy to think of, after all. Some little voice in his head was screaming though, that this was wrong, but it was getting quieter. He gripped his chain collar and felt it diminish more, until he couldn’t hear the words, just feel an odd unease.

Ralph finally came up for air, licking his lips, “Let’s go for a ride, boy. A long one, a few weeks–nah, fuck that. Even longer I gotta feel the wind for a while, too fuckin’ cooped up here.”

“I gotta work in the morning, daddy. We ain’t got nothin’ for rent.”

“Fuck that,” Ralph said, grabbing hold of his chain, “We’ve lived on the road before. Only thing you gotta do is keep daddy happy, and daddy ain’t happy here. Now come on, let’s pack our shit, just what we need. We can meet up with some old buddies a mine; they got a nice clubhouse where we can stay as long as we want. Don’t need rent–they’ll just want our holes. They’re sick fucks, but nothin’ we don’t love anyway.”

Doug couldn’t say no, and so they suited up in their filthy leathers, hoped on their bikes, and rode off into the night, their old lives just glimmers in the back of their minds. Eddie, however, had been keeping an eye on them. Another great buy–he looked at the two collections of preppy clothes and college supplies he’d recently acquired–and knew he’d be making someone happy next weekend at his next special sale.

The End

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 8)

Thankfully he didn’t pass anyone on the way to the dorm, though it was difficult getting out his key so he could swipe it at the entrance to the building. Their room was on the second floor, and he must be getting tired faster than usual, because it seemed like with each step up Doug grew heavier, dragging him down a bit more. He stumbled to their door, fiddled with his keys, pushed his way in and unslung his roommate off his shoulder and onto his bed. He was still out–is this how long he’d been out, when it had happened to him before? It hadn’t felt like it had taken this long, but he wasn’t sure. One thing he did know, was that something strange was happening to Doug.

The sensation of him growing heavier hadn’t been an illusion. He’d started off as very lithe, probably one hundred forty pounds on a six foot two frame, but here in the room, he seemed to have lost a bit of height…and he was packing on weight. He already had sprouted a gut, and as Ralph watched, it was only getting bigger…in fact, he couldn’t…look away. Fuck, just seeing his boy like that, he was getting horny. The small clothes were starting to cut into him; Ralph grabbed hold and ripped them off, licking his bearded lips as he did, and fuck, he pushed up one of Doug’s arms, got down on his knees and shoved his nose and mouth in the pit, snorting and licking, feeling a bush of hair sprouting as he did–nearly as thick as his own…and the more he licked, the thicker–and ranker, the armpit became.

No, no! He yanked himself back, unable to understand the feelings washing over him. He couldn’t do this, the guy wasn’t…wasn’t even awake…but the need, the desire was overwhelming him. He passed over the stinking pit and started sucking his nipples, biting and pulling on them until they were thick, inch masses, studded with piercings, and then worked lower to his cock. It was hardening from the attention, and he swallowed it down, sucking it, feeling it grow and expand as he did until it started pushing its way down his throat and was so thick his jaw ached. Then he rolled his boy over, kneading his ass with both hands, feeling it inflate as he did, before spreading them apart and diving in, licking the crack with broad sweeps of his tongue, his spit sprouting thick ass hair as he did, and then started tunnelling into his hole, feeling it loosen at his will. He took deep inhales of smoke and blew it into his ass, and it was blown back into his face as ripe, pungent farts–but Doug didn’t wake up until Ralph shoved his cock inside him. He screamed, and tried to claw away his way off Ralph’s cock, but he grabbed a handful of Doug’s hair, feeling it lengthen so he could get a better grip, yanking back, bucking deep, sinking his teeth and sucking at his boy’s neck, feeling his terror ease into pleasure, until he was pushing back, eager to feel his daddy’s dick inside him. Ralph’s teeth left a strange mark on his skin, it began to discolor in odd shades, and then began to spread out as wild, whirling tattoos around his neck, down his entire back, around onto his chest, and down his arms past his wrists. Ralph’s breathing was turning ragged and quick; he was close. With a low growl he came deep inside Doug’s loose ass, but this was wrong, fuck, what the fuck had he just done? He pulled out early, spurting cum all over Doug’s filthy crack and stumbled back and away towards his side of the room, staring at his roommate, his…boy.

Doug was still moaning and groaning on the bed, but it wasn’t clear whether it was from pleasure or pain, or some strange combination. Now that he no longer had Ralph’s heavy body keeping him down, he could roll over and sit up, cum leaking from his hole onto his sheets, and he looked down at himself, at his fat body still growing fatter, the tattoos coating him, and he looked up at Ralph across the room. He wanted to be angry–he knew he should be angry, but all he felt was hunger, and this strange desire to…to serve. It was overwhelming, his daddy…he had to serve his daddy, and he got off the bed, falling to his hands and knees and crawled towards him.

“Don’t…don’t come over here, I don’t know what’ll happen if you do,” Ralph said, “I can’t stop this, I don’t even know what I’m doing!”

“F-Fuck you…” was all Doug could manage in reply, before pressing his face to Ralph’s filthy boots running his tongue over them, coating it in the filth there, eating it down. He kept…trying to grab his cock, but for some reason it was hard for him to grasp. It certainly wasn’t an issue with it being small–rather it was this…strange idea in his head that he shouldn’t touch it. That he wasn’t allowed to touch it.

Ralph was quivering, looking down at Doug licking his boots clean, feeling these desires rising in him, strange, perverse fantasies. He sucked a deep draw off his cigar, a large cinder falling from the end and hitting the floor–without even needing to be told, Doug scooped it up in his mouth and chewed it down, before returning to his daddy’s boots. He couldn’t stop himself. He aimed his cock and started pissing all over him, watching the stinking yellow run over his head, soaking his long hair and coating his body in filth, Doug shuddering beneath him and licking up as much as he could from the floor, but Ralph reached down after he finished, grabbed his boy by the chain collar, feeling that same odd heat pulse through him, and hauled him to his feet, shoving his tongue in his mouth. After eating his boots, ash and piss it was none too clean, teeth chipped and rotting, yellow with smoke, black with ash, but it tasted…it tasted wonderful. They pulled apart and took a hit off their cigars–though Doug couldn’t remember when he’d actually lit one, and then shared another smoky kiss, grinding their filthy bellies together, Ralph’s hands twisting and yanking on his boy’s nipples, and then one dropped down and started stroking his cock, feeling him spasm and groan.

“How long has it been, boy, since I gave you a good milking?”

“Too…too long daddy,” Doug sighed.

“Well how about we do somethin’ about that, eh?”

Eddie’s Special Sale (Part 7)

Doug had heard tales of wild roommates in college, that the “matchmaking” attempts by colleges generally resulting in horrible Freshman combinations, but it was past Labor Day, and he was already wondering how in the hell he could get rid of this fucker. Everything had been fine for orientation, hell, Ralph had actually seemed like a normal, decent guy, but this fucking weekend, what in the hell had happened to the guy from before? He didn’t have a problem with someone being a bit of a slob–hell, he wasn’t exactly the cleanest guy either–but this…mess.

Ralph’s “side” of the room looked like a bomb had hit it, and smelled like it had been a bomb filled with piss. Filthy clothes were strewn everywhere, across the floor, the chair, all of it muddy and messy. His computer had disappeared, replaced by a tool box, his posters of indie bands suddenly biker memorabilia, but how had he even had time to redecorate, when it seemed like he’d spent all weekend out getting drunk and smoking. Hell, it smelled like he’d even been smoking in the room, while he was gone. He’d already tried talking to the RA, but he’d said that unless he did it in front of him, there wasn’t anything he could do, which meant Doug was on his own. He’d tried to just stay away from the room as long as he could, but maybe he just needed to have a fight with the guy, see if he could sort some this shit out before it got even more out of control…but when he returned to the room that evening, Ralph wasn’t there–thankfully–but the room had somehow grown even more disgusting. It was littered with sex toys, leather gear and who knew what else. Disturbed at what might have been happening, he fled the building and walked around the side, when a nearly familiar voice shouted out his name behind him.

Doug looked over his shoulder–the fattest, filthiest man he’d ever seen was panting after him, beard grown down past his waist, hair nearly as long grown down his back. He had a cigar shoved in the corner of his mouth, and was wearing chaps and a vest over some of the most disgusting clothing he’d ever laid eyes on in his life, and the guy looked like he’d gotten in a fight earlier, from the swollen nose on his face. He didn’t know how he knew it, but it was Ralph–his roommate. Part of his head knew it couldn’t possibly be, but it was, and that uncertainty drove him to walk faster, and then break into a jog.

“Wait! Fucker, I just…come on!” the man behind him shouted. Doug knew he could outrun him. He ccould outrun nearly everyone–hell, his performance in track had helped get him into this school with a scholarship, but what was he doing? He’d been planning on confronting this guy, they needed to hash this shit out before the semester got going, if they were going to live together…right? But why…why was someone like Ralph going to…college? He looked much too old for one thing, from the streaks of grey in his hair and beard, which Doug could see better once he turned around, stopped, and let the fat biker catch up to him.

Ralph reached where he was standing, and then doubled over, trying to catch his breath.

“Be easier if you didn’t smoke that shit.”

“Fuck…Fuck you…” he gasped, “I really don’t need that shit right now, it’s been…a really strange weekend.”

“No fucking shit!” Doug said, “What the fuck are you even doing? Our room’s a fucking sty, and I know you’ve been smoking and drinking in there. What the hell is wrong with you? Classes start tomorrow.”

“I…I know that…” Ralph stood up and bent back, but when he did something slipped from the pocket of his vest and hit the ground in front of Doug’s feet. It was a small box, and when it hit the sidewalk it came apart, a shiny chain landing on the ground, with a lock. Doug…couldn’t look away from it, and he bent down to grab it. Ralph tried to warn him halfheartedly, but didn’t move to stop him. His roommate grabbed it and picked it up, feeling a bit woozy and hot suddenly, his heart racing.

“Fuck, I feel…kind of weird…” Doug said, and Ralph, realizing what was about to happen, guided his collapsing roommate into his arms as he fainted–and he looked around. It would be easiest to get him back to their room–so he hefted his limp, unconscious roommate over his shoulder and started for the dorm, not noticing that somehow the chain had gone from being in Doug’s fist, to being around his neck, with the padlock closed, securing it tight, like a necklace…or perhaps a collar.