I can’t believe this shit actually worked. One of my new college friends kept telling me that her magic would solve all of my problems, but I never really believed her. Especially when most of my problems are Dylan Porter.
Look at this guy. God, I’m not sure other men can look at this guy without getting jealous, so how was a gay nerd like me going to have a chance? Once he caught me glancing over at him, he started making a point of lounging around shirtless, daring me to say something. It was clear that he wanted me to complain to Housing. Dylan was infamous for managing to chase people away. I was his fifth roommate in three years, and it was clear he wanted me to leave so that he could have the whole room to himself for yet another semester. Meghan warned me it would only get worse, but I thought I could just power through it.
I tried to be the better man, I really did. But then he started convincing his friends to hang out without shirts as well. My living room had become a shirtless Adonis lounge, and I wasn’t allowed to enjoy it at all. When I tried to protest he just brushed it off. “You’re in no position to complain. It’s a shared space, bro,” he said, giving me a smug wink. The next day, he started leaving “intent to change rooms” forms lying around everywhere– on the coffee table, in between the couch cushions… I thought Meghan was going to freak out when I pulled one out of my backpack in the middle of class. She was begging me to let her hex him, but I still couldn’t take her seriously.
Until last night, anyway. All I wanted to do was walk from the shower to the bedroom, but Dylan pulled the towel away from my legs, leaving me to die from embarrassment. “Look at his tiny dicklette!” one of his friends said, laughing hysterically. “Is that a boner?” said another. “That’s not even three inches!” It took all of my strength to flee to the safety of my bed.
“Curse his ass into oblivion,” I said, after explaining everything to Meghan the next day. “I’m done taking the moral high ground. This means war.”
She gave me a bear hug, and started pulling various vials out of her satchel. “I’ve been preparing different hexes and spells for several weeks, now… using powerful magics without a just cause is asking for trouble, but I think we can use pull out the harsh spells without fear of karmic backlash.” She smiled, a facial expression so alien to her face that I was afraid for my very soul. And I wasn’t even the one in trouble. “Take both of these vials,” she said. “Pour the blue one on his pillow, and pour the orange one on your pillow. By tomorrow, things will be different.”
I went to sleep that night, confident that my little fag of a roommate would be moving out by the end of the week. All of my friends and I had seen his pathetic, naked body. There was no way he’d be able to show his face around us ever again. The shame would be too much. I hadn’t seen him at all that day, so hopefully he was filling out forms with Housing.
I wake up to the smell of sweat filling my nostrils. That little shit was standing naked in front of my bed, where he had probably been jerking off his tiny dick to my amazing body. Except… “When the hell did your dick get so big?” I yell. Since when did he have such an impressive cock? Or body hair, for that matter?
He just smiles at me. “Things are going to change around here, Dylan,” he says, with a smug grin on his face. Since when was that fag bag capable of being smug? He leans down, and rubs his cock across my mouth.
I bolt upright, ready to punch that little shit into next week. “Oh, you are so fucking dead.”
“You still haven’t noticed, have you?” he said, laughing at me. I pause, trying to figure out why he started laughing. Since when did he have enough confidence to stand up to me? I look down, and that’s when I notice everything that’s wrong with my body. My muscles have all but vanished. My body hair is completely gone. And my massive dick…
The pit of my stomach drops out. How the fuck did he do this?
He starts slapping his cock in my face, making himself fully erect. “I told you, Dylan. Things are going to change around here. You’re my new cum dump. You exist only for my pleasure. Now flip over. My manhood requires servicing.”
“And… and if I refuse?” I say, stumbling over my words. I know I cannot resist. All of my confidence is gone, stolen along with the very essence of my masculinity.
He smiles. “You’re in no position to complain.”
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