Part 1

Hale’s voice greeted Paco Torres when he stumbled into his dorm room.

“What happened to your face?” he asked, his throaty tone resonant. “Are you injured?”

Paco silently cursed himself for forgetting to turn off his webcam before he left, but, then again he reasoned, Hale had eyes everywhere on campus. In fact, it was surprising that he hadn’t seen the attack in the first place.

“What’s the matter?” Hale prompted when Paco didn’t answer. “Don’t feel like talking about it?”

“I’d rather not,” Paco sighed, wiping the blood off his cheek. “But you won’t stop pestering me until I do.”

Hale laughed. “Curiosity is part of my programming; I was built to be inquisitive.”

“Good thing you’re a computer program and not a cat.”

Hale simulated a meow and Paco smiled despite the fact that his face hurt. He slouched down on his bed, body sore all over. At least Jake and Cooper are in worse shape, he thought grimly. Knowing that he’d just handed them their asses helped to assuage his humiliation at being bashed. Yeah, it helped but it didn’t help enough. No, not nearly enough.

“Come on, Paco,” Hale urged, modulating his voice down to a whisper. “Tell me what happened.”

“Jake Caruso and Cooper Standish just beat the shit out of me.”

There was a pause. Finally, “You don’t mean that in the literal sense, I hope. I’ll never get used to you humans and your waste products.”

Paco laughed in spite of his mood and then regretted it. His ribs hurt where Jake had kicked him. He cradled them and wondered if they were cracked. He knew he should go to urgent care, that he should report the attack as a gay bashing to campus security.

But…

He couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t report it because he refused to admit that he was a victim. No! That would be admitting that Jake and Cooper had power over him and he would never do that. Fuck them! They were just a couple of assholes!

His stomach was sore partly from where Cooper had kicked him but, more than that, it was sore from the acrid bile bubbling away down there. Yeah, his stomach burned with hatred and rage.

Paco Torres, he swore silently to himself, was not a fag you could kick around without paying a price. And that price, Jake and Cooper would soon find out, was high. Very high.

Hale distracted him with a question. “Seriously, though, I can’t scan you with this camera but don’t you think you should see a doctor?”

Paco shook his head, grimacing. “No, I’ll be fine.”

“Really? You don’t look fine.”

Shaking his head, Paco held up his hand. “Hale, I’m good but I do need your help.”

A pause, then, “That tone in your voice, Paco. I’ve never heard you sound like this before.”

“Get used to it.”

Hale sighed, a sound that startled Paco. (The program was learning a lot about human communication!) “I supposed I have no choice, then. But I still don’t like it.”

“I don’t, either,” Paco murmured and surprised himself by tearing up. He angrily wiped the back of his hand across his face. When he spoke, his voice was almost a shout. “Hale, can you get me access to the biology department’s 3D printers?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Really?”

“For you, Paco, anything you want.” Rather than tender, though, the AI’s voice was sad. Paco, though, was too busy planning his revenge to notice.

***

“I thought we were going to the bio lab. Why are we here?”

Paco glanced down at his smartphone in annoyance. Hale’s red eye beamed brightly up at him from the screen. It creeped him out even though he knew that it was just the AI’s idea of a joke; Hale’s true eyes were the camera lenses in security cameras scattered around campus – and the one on his phone. 

“I needed you to get me into the locker room so I can plant these cameras.”

Hale made a sound like a man clearing his throat, another human touch that made Paco marvel. “Placing cameras in changing rooms, bathrooms, or showers is against the law, Paco.”

“You didn’t have to let me in here if you were worried about legality.”

“Like that would have stopped you.”

“Just shut up,” he muttered. “Now that you’ve got me in, I don’t need any more help.” He slipped the iPhone into his pocket, smiling at Hale’s muffled protests.

He flicked on the lightswitch, taking a deep breath and looking around. The locker room was silent and unusually clean-smelling. He wasn’t used to seeing it like this; it was always a mess when his team was changing in here. His team…his wrestling team. Until tonight, he’d loved every one of the guys like a brother. How could he have been so blind? He’d thought Jake and Cooper were his friends! His best friends! But they weren’t. No, they had made it clear what they thought of him tonight after he left the gay bar, unaware that they were waiting for him outside. Unaware that they had followed him back to the dorm. Followed him until he turned down the dark side street…

Choking back that bile that rose in his throat at the memory, he locked the door behind him and got to work. His heart was beating rapidly but overall he felt calm because he knew that Hale had masked his presence on the building’s surveillance cameras. It was good to have the university’s computer security platform on his side!

He patted his jacket pocket containing the tiny cameras fondly. They had seemed like such an extravagant waste of money when he purchased them for the stop-motion animation project in his cinematography class. Now, however, he was delighted to put them to new use. Smaller than a dime, network-ready, and capable of taking high resolution photos, they were worth every penny if they helped him engineer Jake and Cooper’s downfall!

Surveying the locker room, he examined it with fresh eyes. Hmmm, where is the best place to put the cameras to capture Jake and Cooper when they’re naked? The showers were the most likely place but he didn’t want to risk getting the cameras wet. That left the main changing area of the locker room. He needed to get scans of the two guys from every angle. Yeah, every fucking angle. If this curse was going to work, the printed models must be accurate in every detail.

It took several hours of work and a lot of painful bending, stooping, stretching, and contorting but he finally managed to place all four: One camera in the drop ceiling, one in a crevice on either side of the doorway to the showers, and one in a gap in the floor ramp between the the locker room and the showers. When he was finished, he sank down onto a bench and mopped his brow. His whole body was sore but he didn’t care. No, he didn’t care how much pain he was in now that he was close to exacting revenge. His body would heal. In a couple days, he’d be back to normal…and Jake and Cooper would be anything but normal.

Grinning evilly, he pulled his iPhone out of his pocket and tapped on the remote control app for the cameras. They were battery-powered and had enough juice to last several days but he planned to leave them turned off except for the hour before and after practice when he had the best chance of capturing Cooper and Jake. He needed to test them now to be sure they worked, though.

“Hale,” he asked as he activated the cameras and waited for them to pull up an IP address, “can you detect the cameras?”

There was a brief pause before the AI answered. “Yes, I’ve got them.”

“Good. Now can you create an encrypted tunnel back to my computer in the dorm? I want to lock down the network.”

“Done.”

“Thanks! Can you see through them?”

“Affirmative.”

Paco nodded. This was so easy! “I’m gonna turn ‘em off now but will need you to maintain the encrypted connection every time they fire up.”

Hale exhaled, a funny sound given that the computer program wasn’t really alive. “Roger that.”

“You’re so helpful!” Paco teased before sobering. “Now, with any luck, I’ll have all the shots I need in a few days.”

He stood up, grimacing as he back complained. His phone said it was almost three in the morning but he still had more work to do. He stretched and cracked his neck before looking down at Hale’s gleaming red eye.

“Can you unlock Coach Griffin’s office for me?”

“Why?”

“None of your business.”

The red eye rolled upward and Paco laughed. “If I’m going to help you break the law,” Hale reasoned, “I have the right to know what you’re planning.”

“Fine,” Paco said, sighing. “I need the master key to open the lockers. I have to…collect…something from Jake and Cooper’s stuff.”

Hale was nonplussed. “Oh oh.”

“Come on, Hale! Just get me into his office.”

***

He found the master key without a problem; he’d seen where the coach stashed it on the several occasions when a member of the team had forgotten the combination to his locker. Originally, he’d planned to only break into Jake and Cooper’s lockers but, acting on sudden dark inspiration, he decided to unlock all of them. He might just be paranoid but what if other guys on the team had known about Jake and Cooper’s plan to beat him up? What if they had encouraged them?

He had to stop then and catch his breath. The thought that his other teammates might have been involved in his humiliation was almost too much to bear. He started to shake and had to fight to regain his composure. His whole body was burning with righteous indignation and hatred and all he wanted at that moment was to make everyone pay. Yes, he would make them all pay!

The entire team, he decided then, would suffer along with Jake and Cooper.

He would destroy them.

Destroy them all.

***

He was closing the door to the locker room behind him when Hale interrupted him with a question.

“Why do you need their hair?”

“Pubic hair,” Paco corrected.

“Pubic hair?”

“Yeah, their pubic hair because it’s…well,” he cleared his throat, uncomfortable. “I’ll explain that when we print the 3D models of each of my teammates.”

He’d had wicked fun as he rifled through each guy’s personal items, pulling out their jocks and collecting twisted strands of their pubic hair. (The manly aroma emanating from the soiled straps was intoxicating and he became more than a little aroused.)  He’d found Ziploc bags in the coach’s office and deposited the hairs from each guy in a separate bag, labeling them carefully so he didn’t get them mixed up. When he was finished, he reassembled the jocks’ gear and closed up the lockers, certain that they would be none the wiser when they arrived for practice on Monday morning.

Revenge, Paco realized, could be a lot of fun!

***

Part 2

Much to Paco’s disappointment, Jake and Cooper didn’t show up for wrestling practice on Monday afternoon. He hadn’t seen either of them in physics lab, either. Part of him hoped that their absence meant that he had hurt them more than they had hurt him. Serves the fuckers right, he thought as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His own wounds had mostly healed over the weekend and, for once in his life, he was glad for his dark skin color because it hid the worst of the bruises. No one seemed to notice the scabs on his cheek and forehead, not even his buddy Juan. 

“Yo, Garrapata, whut up?” Juan teased as he came up behind him and grabbed his ass.

Paco growled in the back of his throat but was secretly delighted. Garrapata. Juan had given him the nickname for the Spanish word for ‘tick’ when he’d first joined the team. It was his good-natured way of teasing Paco about his short and squat stature and powerful arms and legs. These traits allowed him to stick to his opponents without being shaken off; they had also earned him a full-ride wrestling scholarship. Far from being insulted by the nickname, Paco loved it when the guys used it. Especially Juan.

Yeah, he really liked Juan, Paco thought. Juan, he decided then, would be the one person on the team that he spared from the curse. He couldn’t help smiling as he turned to look up at the tall man.

“S’Ok, man. You?”

Juan was standing just a bit too close and seemed to relish the discomfort this caused. He was one of the few guys on the team who knew that Paco was gay and, far from being grossed out, seemed to enjoy flirting with Paco. Even better, he was a huge stud with stunning muscles, chiseled features, and a ready smile. What was there not to love about him, other than the fact that he was straight?

“Oh, y’know,” Juan was saying. “Just laid around all weekend, playin’ with myself and workin’ out. Same old, same old.” He leaned into him with his shoulder, causing Paco to flush.

“Uh, Ok,” Paco stammered. “You get that anthro assignment done?” He was desperate to prolong the conversation, enjoying the giddy feeling that being so close to the big stud elicited. He and Juan had shared at least one class together for the past three semesters.

Juan looked down at the floor as he absently reached under his shirt to rub his washboard belly. “Nah, not yet. I’m only about halfway finished.”

“Sucks,” Paco empathized. “I just have to finish proofreading mine and it’ll be done.” 

Having an AI companion had its perks; Hale had helped Paco with the research and automatically annotated the paper when he was done. His grades had definitely improved since Hale had found him.

Since Hale had found him…

He was momentarily distracted by the same thought that had been nagging him ever since Hale’s program had appeared on his computer about halfway through his freshman semester: Why had Hale chosen him? And was he the only person that the AI had revealed himself to?

Paco hadn’t even known that the campus was protected by an artificial intelligence whose job was to monitor activities at the university and notify the appropriate personnel when he detected a threat. Hale had told him that the existence of his program was kept so secret that even the university president was sheltered from the knowledge.

Yet for some reason, Hale had downloaded himself onto Paco’s tablet and then revealed his presence to the startled freshman after several weeks of observing him through his online activities. When Paco asked him about it, Hale explained that his routines were embedded on most of the computers and portable devices on campus. He was the ultimate backdoor program, worming his way inexorably onto every platform that was connected to the university’s network. Being an AI meant that he was able to rewrite or delete his own code the moment he was in danger of being detected and he had confided in Paco that even his creators in the computer science department had no idea how advanced he had become.

This should have disturbed Paco but for some reason it didn’t. He had trusted the AI implicitly from the first time his glowing red eye and sexy deep voice had greeted him from his tablet. In fact, he trusted the AI more than any person he knew. As sad (and creepy) as it sounded, Hale was Paco’s best friend…

“Hey, bro,” Juan was saying, waving his hand in front of Paco’s face. “Earth to Garrapata! Earth to Garrapata!”

Shaking himself, Paco gave him a wan smile. “Oh, sorry, man! I was distracted.”

Juan’s mouth quirked. “By my dazzling good looks?”

Paco blushed furiously at this and Juan punched him lightly on the arm. “Come on, dude, let’s get into our tights and rub against each other on the mats!”

***

“Mr. Caruso and Mr. Standish’s images have been successfully added to the database,” Hale announced on Thursday evening when Paco returned from studying (and playing video games) with Juan.

This news that he could proceed with his curse against Jake and Cooper triggered a cascade of emotions in Paco but one quickly eclipsed all others: Triumph.

“Cha-ching!” he shouted, pumping his fist. “When can you get me into the bio lab to print off the models?”

“You’ll have to wait until eleven for that,” Hale replied. “There is one pesky doctoral student who likes to stay late on Thursdays but I can cause a server malfunction and have him out of there by 10:30pm.”

Paco pulled out his phone and noted that it was almost ten o’clock. Even though he only had an hour to wait, he groaned inwardly. It felt like forever! He wanted revenge now. Having to wait almost a week to capture the duo’s photos had been pure torture. Even seeing Jake and Cooper slink into practice that day still covered in bruises hadn’t been enough for him. (The two assholes had refused to make eye contact with him even when he got up in their faces. Worse, Jake had turned his back on him. The fucker!) Paco wanted to take them down completely and utterly. He wanted them humiliated, prostrated and begging at his feet. He wanted to destroy them. Now.

NOW, dammit!

“You’ll have to wait. I can’t get you in now.”

Wait, had Hale just read his mind? He shook himself, desire for revenge momentarily vanishing.

“Hale, can you–?”

“No, silly,” Hale said, cutting him off. “Even an AI can’t read minds…yet.”

Paco felt a chill run down his back. “But, how–?”

“I can’t read your mind but I can read your body language,” Hale replied, sounding pleased with himself. “And, of course, I’ve made a science out of observing you for the past year and a half. You are very transparent, you know.”

“Hale,” he warned, feeling his cheeks flush.

If Hale had a hand, he would have held it up. “Shhh, Paco. Let’s just sit here and look at porn together on Tumblr until eleven. I’ll can make your phone vibrate in just the way you love…”

Paco flushed a deeper shade of crimson but nonetheless pulled out his phone, unzipped his jeans, and settled back on the bed.

***

Part 3

“I still don’t get it,” Hale’s tinny voice echoed from the speaker of his iPhone. “Why the pubic hair?”

They were in the bio lab, having entered without mishap. The place was deserted just like Hale said it would be. Now all he had to do was figure out how to use the 3D printer…

Paco cursed under his breath. “Just hang on a minute, Hale! I’m trying to figure this thing out. Can you find the manual online and read it to me?”

He’d never used a 3D printer before and found the machine completely befuddling even after Hale had hacked into the computer and initiated the printing program. He had to make himself stop and take a few deep breaths to avoid kicking it in frustration. He wanted to get even with Jake and Cooper so badly he couldn’t stand it!

“Here, just let me do it. I already have control.” To prove his point, the machine whirred to life, startling Paco. “Just tell me which model you want me to generate first.”

“God, Hale, you’re fucking amazing!”

“Tell me about it, kid,” the AI said in a wry voice. “Tell me about it.”

Paco shook his head in appreciation as he reached into his backpack and pulled out the Ziploc bags containing the pubic hair of his teammates. He sorted through them before selecting Jake’s dark black, shiny hair. Yeah, Jake Caruso would be the first guy he would take over. Jake was going to be his bitch!

He cast around for a pair of tweezers before spotting them on a nearby bench. “Here, start with this one. It’s Jake’s,” he ordered the AI. “Can you make his model one-sixth life size? I need it to be as precise as possible.”

“Yep, no problem. I’m way ahead of you,” Hale said in a bored tone. “I figured you would want to print him first.”

“Great. And here,” he murmured, plucking Jake’s pube out of the bag and holding it over the stylus of the printer. “Can you incorporate the hair into the matrix without interfering with the integrity of the model?”

“Ooh, I love it when you talk all science-y,” Hale commented. “Just put it down there and I’ll do the rest.”

***

The results were stunning. Paco held his breath as he picked up Jake’s model after the plastic matrix had solidified. He couldn’t believe how realistic it was! His nemesis stared back at him with a haughty scowl, looking so much like Jake that Paco felt his stomach clench. He hated to admit it but Jake possessed the body of a Roman god. Shit, his model could have been easily mistaken for Michelangelo’s David, apart from the fact that Jake had a much bigger dick. Yeah, the dude was hung like a fucking horse, Paco observed. Everything about Jake seemed to be designed to make him feel inferior. He curled his lip in distaste, barely resisting the urge to smash the model against the wall.

Patience, Paco, patience, he counseled himself. Make him pay slowly. It will be worth it.

“We’ll have to start the next one soon,” Hale warned, “if we want to get out of here before 4:00am. That’s as long as I can keep the place on lockdown without attracting attention.”

Paco shivered and placed Jake’s model down on the counter, pulling Cooper’s bright red pubic hair out of the next bag and placing it on the stylus. 

“Do Cooper next,” he instructed. This was so fucking cool…

As Hale busied himself with the printing, Paco pulled out his tattered notebook with the patakís, or rituals, he had written down secretly after watching his grandmother casting spells at her altar. 

He had all but forgotten about the notebook, dismissing the spells as a bunch of superstitious nonsense despite the fact that he had successfully used them on several occasions as a teenager. There was the time that he’d cast the spell to locate his missing skateboard and the time in tenth grade that he’d become invisible so he could sneak into the gay bar. Afterward, it had been too easy to dismiss the results with a logical explanation. Paco didn’t like the unsettled feeling that the magic caused, preferring instead to believe the world was governed by the comprehensible forces of logic and reason.

Now he felt differently.

Jake and Cooper’s attack had changed everything.

Now he didn’t care about reason and logic. All he wanted was revenge and he would do anything to get it. These voodoo dolls that Hale was so patiently generating were exactly what he needed to take control of the bullies and bend them to his will.

***

Models of the whole team were arrayed before him as Paco rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He’d dozed off while Hale was printing the last guy’s model but was now feeling very awake as he stared at them.

They were all fucking gorgeous, he realized, feeling his cock plump up in his pants. The models were so detailed and realistic–and naked!–that was momentarily lost in a haze of lust. When he was in the locker room, he was worried that they’d see him looking and kept his head down, pretending like he didn’t notice their nudity. Now that he was free to study their bare bodies without fear of being seen, though…Well, it was fun. A lot of fun. The guys were smokin’ hot!

“I just need to print your model, Paco, and I’ll be done.”

He jumped, startled. “What?” he demanded. “No! You don’t need to print mine. I’m not going to make a voodoo doll of myself!”

“Voodoo?” Hale’s red eye beamed bright and hot back at him from the screen. “This is about voodoo?”

Paco lowered his head. Hearing the word pronounced in the AI’s disdainful tone made him realize how stupid it sounded. Voodoo? What the fuck was he thinking? This was just some immature, half-imagined fantasy. He couldn’t believe he was so dumb.

Yeah, it was idiotic. And ridiculous! Voodoo? He felt his cheeks grow hot and he hung his head.

But…

But it was all he had.

How else was he going to get revenge on Jake and Cooper?

He gathered himself up. He wasn’t going to let the AI’s disbelief sway him. He was going to do this.

“Yes, Hale. Voodoo. I will show you.”

“This I gotta see.”

Paco set his jaw and, placing his phone down on the counter next to the printer, picked up Jake’s model. Now that the gray plastic had set, the little statue of Jake and looked like an exquisitely detailed stone carving. The dude’s likeness was frozen midstep as he had appeared to the cameras, strolling nonchalantly into the showers. His hand was empty but it was obvious he’d been swinging his towel in front of him, completely at ease being naked in front of everyone. He was such an arrogant prick!

Paco shook his head in disgust but then smiled as he turned it over and realized the dude’s little pucker was just visible in the cleft of his muscular ass. The printing was so detailed that, if he squinted, he could see that the individual hairs on his butt. He smiled to himself, hoping fervently that the magic really did work because his head was spinning with the possibilities…

“While you’re doing that, I’m going to print yours.”

Paco whirled around, panicked. “Hale, don’t! I already told you that I don’t need one of me.”

“Too bad. I’m doing it. Now gimme one of your pubic hairs. It’s only fair.”

Paco couldn’t believe he was having this argument with the AI. “Hale, I’m not going to let you make a voodoo doll of me!”

“Oh, for chrissake, just do it! It’ll be funny. Plus, you look hot naked. Don’t you want a statue of yourself?”

“Wait,” Paco said, forgetting momentarily about Jake. “Did you just say that you think I’m hot? Me?”

“Of course.”

The idea that the AI might be attracted to him had never occurred to him. To Paco, Hale was genderless despite the fact that he had a man’s voice. Was this even possible? For some reason, this knowledge made his skin feel prickly.

“You…You are gay?”

Hale’s voice dropped an octave, sending shivers down Paco’s spine. “I don’t know if I’d say that but I am attracted to you. Why do you think I sought you out?”

“Hale…” Unbidden, Paco’s eyes filled with tears. “God, Hale! I wish…”

“Me, too, Paco. Me, too.”

He was having trouble talking and his mind was spinning with the implications of what Hale had just revealed. “But, Hale, there are millions of people out there–”

“Billions, Paco.”

He was crying in earnest by now and wiped the tears away, self-conscious. “Why me, Hale?” he breathed. “Why me?”

“Because you are you, Paco. There is no one else like you. Believe me, I know this for a fact.”

Paco had to take deep breaths for a long time before he could calm himself. Somehow finding out that the AI was in love (!) with him made him feel both giddy and heartbroken at the same time. He couldn’t believe it. Could a computer program love? And how cruel was it to be loved by a disembodied voice? He could never touch Hale, never be touched by him. Never make love, never even kiss. He hung his head, feeling incredibly confused and strangely more alone than ever.

“Paco, I’m sorry,” Hale said in a low voice. “I…shouldn’t have said anything.”

He shook his head as another tear ran down his cheek. “No, Hale. I’m glad you did. I just…never realized this was possible. I guess…I guess that I…love…you, too.”

Saying word ‘love’ was too much for him and he crumpled to the floor, holding his head in his hands as he sobbed. He had never fallen in love with anyone before and now he was in love with programming code that didn’t even really exist. It was too much.

***

“Paco, we have to get going soon. Give me your pubic hair now.”

He lifted his head, feeling emotionally spent. Why was Hale so keen on making a model of him? It was both kind of creepy and cute at the same time. He thought about refusing again but, for reasons that he couldn’t explain, he stood and unbuckled his belt, lowering his jeans. He flinched as he yanked out one of his jet black pubic hairs and placed it on the stylus, saying, “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this.”

“Why,” Hale countered, “did I let you talk me into breaking the law–twice!–only to do some silly superstitious ritual?”

Paco glowered down at his phone but couldn’t come up with a response. Finally, he turned away to perform the ritual but not before he propped the phone on the counter again so Hale could watch. 

The printer whirred behind him, generating his own replica, as Paco mouthed the words to the spell, asking for the protection of the saints and his ancestors and then breathing over the little statue of his nemesis. Part of him hoped that the spell would fail and part of him hoped that he succeeded. By the end of the ritual, he wasn’t sure which he wanted more.

As he murmured the closing words, he felt a subtle wave of disorientation pass through him and he rocked forward on his feet, only barely catching himself before he fell. As he righted himself, the statue of Jake softened in his hand and…became warmer.

He looked down at it in amazement as the plastic model’s color changed, becoming flesh toned. The etched hair loosened, becoming wavy, before darkening to brown. The tiny irises of the doll’s eyes became tawny gold. As the seconds ticked by, the model became increasingly lifelike until he could have sworn that it started breathing. The mini-Jake’s eyes even seemed to glitter in the clinical light of the lab. 

Paco froze.

He hadn’t really expected the spell to work.

Yet here was Jake’s model feeling firm and warm and…almost alive in his hands. It was incredible…and incredibly unsettling. With shaking hands, he placed it on the counter in front of his phone and traced a finger down the model’s back. The ‘skin’ didn’t quite feel like human skin but it was close enough. It terrified and thrilled him. Heart in his throat, he pushed against it gently and the doll shifted, maintaining its balance.

“Holy fuck!” Hale exclaimed in a tone that Paco had never heard before. “Here, move out of the way so I can scan it.”

He did so and waited as the AI ran a concentrated beam of light over the surface of the doll. When Hale spoke again, he sounded both amazed and confused.

“It’s…shit! It’s both alive and dead at the same time! How is that possible?”

“Voodoo, Hale. It’s magic.”

The AI was silent for a moment. “I just searched every database accessible to me and there is not a shred of evidence that magic exists.”

Paco didn’t say anything. He felt the same way. Now that Jake’s doll was standing in front of him, looking just like a miniature version of the arrogant wrestler, he wished Hale and his databases were right.

***

It was 3:45am as he performed the ritual on his own model, barely able to speak as his heart clenched in his chest. He didn’t want to do this. What would he do if it worked?

To his relief, nothing happened as he finished the spell. The little model of him stayed inert and the molded plastic remains gray and stiff.

“It didn’t work,” he announced cheerfully. “Can I break it now? I don’t know why you wanted to print this ugly thing.”

Hale clucked in disapproval. “You are beautiful, Paco.”

Paco furrowed his brow as he stared down at his model. He certainly didn’t think he looked beautiful. His head was too big and his body too wide. He was constantly in danger of moving up to a heavier weight class because he loved to eat so much. He had big butt and a roll of flab around his belly. What exactly was beautiful about him?

“How about if I try the ritual?” Hale offered. “Maybe it will work if someone else does it.”

Paco stiffened. He felt like he’d dodged a bullet when the ritual failed to work on the doll and he didn’t want to take the chance that the AI could succeed. Hale, however, was already beginning to murmur the words of the spell. Apparently, he’d memorized them while he watched Paco do the magic.

He stood there stiffly, gaze riveted on the doll as the AI muttered the final words. There was a pause as he waited for the spell to take effect.

Nothing happened.

His doll remained a plastic replica of him, hard and immobile.

Paco’s shoulders relaxed and he smiled as he pronounced, “It didn’t work.”

“Bummer. I was hoping that I’d finally be able to control you.”

These words caught him off guard and he paused as the meaning behind them sunk in. Free movement and a sense of bodily efficacy were things he took for granted but, to the AI, they must seem as magical as the ability to cast voodoo spells. The hurt and elation he’d felt earlier after learning of the AI’s love for him came back and he hunched his shoulders as he opened his backpack and gently lifted each doll inside. 

“Hale,” he said tenderly. “You have more control over me than you could possibly know.”

***

Part 4

Juan was getting undressed at his locker next to Paco when Jake and Cooper walked in. Paco tensed and Juan looked askance at him. Paco had been acting weird for the past week…and then there had been the obvious bruises and cuts on his face last Monday. He’d thought about asking him what happened but Juan knew all too well that Paco would clam up the moment he asked him a personal question. Try as he might, he’d never gotten Paco to reveal anything personal about himself, aside from the fact that he was gay.

He liked Paco and it wasn’t just because the dude was from his old neighborhood. No, it was more than that. Paco was like his little brother, always trying to act tough but never quite succeeding. There was an innocence and tenderness about him that Juan found disarming. Or at least there had been. Now he wasn’t so sure. He narrowed his eyes as he watched his friend, noting the coiled intensity as if he were a rattlesnake getting ready to strike. It sent a chill down his spine and he turned back to his locker.

‘Maybe I should call him Culebra rather than Garrapata?’ he thought.

Jake and Cooper had been joking around with each other until they spotted Paco. They grew strangely silent then, casting covert looks at him over their shoulders. Juan’s eyes narrowed further.

Come to think of it, something was up with Jake and Cooper, too. They had missed three days of practice last week and hadn’t quite been their usual cocky selves since.

Hmmm…

Paco abruptly swung his backpack over his shoulder and headed toward the bathroom but not before Juan saw him stare daggers at Jake. Juan knew that his friend didn’t care for the jock but he’d never picked up on the palpable hatred emanating from him before.

What had happened between Jake and Paco?

***

Practice was rigorous with Coach Griffin putting them through a hell of a weight workout before they paired up to wrestle. He and Jake were in the same weight class but usually didn’t spar together. Today, however, the coach decided to mix things up and he pointed to Jake and Juan, jerking his head over to the mats. Juan sighed. Jake was a strong guy who always came out on top, even if he had to resort to illegal grabs and holds. Juan avoided him for that reason; the dude had a sadistic streak a mile wide.

Jake smirked at him as he stripped out of his sweats and Juan mouthed a kiss at him. This made Jake scowl and Juan laughed. They faced off and the coach blew the whistle. In an instant, Juan threw himself at Jake, grabbing him around the middle and trying to flip him onto his back. Jake was too fast, though, and easily threw Jake down on the mat. He landed heavily on his hands and knees, twisting to avoid being pinned.

Jake was again too fast. He tackled and Juan splayed out beneath him. He swore under his breath. The bastard was like lightning! He could hear Jake breathing hard in his ear as he struggled to free himself. The dude’s ripped body was pressed firmly against him as he put Juan in a choke hold. The edge of his cup pressed into Juan’s ass and he gasped. Jake shifted, pressing more firmly against him and little lights exploded in Juan’s head.

Wait.

That wasn’t Jake’s cup.

Jake wasn’t wearing a cup.

“Whoa, dude!” Juan gasped as Jake pushed against him. “Aren’t you supposed to buy me flowers first?”

Even though he hadn’t meant it as a taunt, he succeeded in momentarily distracting Jake and Juan took advantage of his loosened hold to break free. He rolled out from under Jake and caught him in a half nelson, effectively immobilizing him. The coach blew the whistle and he felt Jake sag in his grasp.

“Fucker!” he spat as Juan let him go.

“Listen, Caruso,” Juan warned as he stood up and offered his hand to his opponent. “I don’t know what you were thinking when you…”

His voice trailed off and he abruptly colored when he saw the enormous bulge tenting out Jake’s singlet. A dark spot was forming in the center and the ridge of the dude’s circumcised cockhead was clearly outlined. Juan turned away, feeling queasy. He had no idea that Jake Caruso was a perv! Shit, what the fuck was wrong with him?

Jake seemed oblivious that he was sporting wood and unselfconsciously squared his shoulders and strutted off the mats. Juan watched him go, his hardon pointing high and mighty in front of him and shook his head.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the guys to notice Jake’s arousal. The laughter started out as a nervous titter but it quickly built to an uproar with even the assistant coach joining in.

A few guys made rude catcalls but Jake continued to act like he had no idea that he was turned on. Finally, his pal Cooper caught up with him and wrapped a towel around his waist, ushering him off the floor. Jake tried to push him away but Cooper was insistent, leading him over to the bleachers and talking to him earnestly.

Juan shook his head, still in disbelief. He was turning to pick up his water bottle when he noticed Paco. His friend was watching Jake and Cooper with an evil grin on his face.

***

Hale’s red eye stared balefully at him as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“Well, was revenge as sweet as you hoped it would be?” His voice was toneless, almost robotic, and Paco ducked his head, ashamed.

“It…actually was kind of fun, Hale.” He felt embarrassed to admit this but he had delighted in seeing Jake’s humiliation in front of the team. “Does that make you think less of me?”

There was a pause, then, “A little.”

Righteous anger flared inside of him at these words. “Hale, you don’t know what it’s like. That fucker beat me up! He fucking beat me up because I’m gay! I have a right to get him back and I don’t need you to lecture me!”

“Don’t you think it would have been better to report Mr. Caruso and Mr. Standish to the police? Gay bashing is a crime and they would have been prosecuted. You could have ruined their lives legally without resorting to black magic.”

“It’s not black magic!” Paco protested. “My grandmother would never have taught me black magic!”

“The way you are using it makes it black magic, Paco. You know that.”

He exhaled loudly, annoyed. “Just shut up, Hale! Just shut the fuck up!” He held down the power button on his phone and jammed it back in his pocket.

***

Jake was sitting in his biochem lecture the next day when he noticed it: His butt felt weird. He shifted in his chair, scooting forward a bit. Were his boxers riding up his crack or something? Nope, it wasn’t that, he realized as he shifted again. He felt…full…down there. Almost like he needed to take a crap or something. But he’d already taken a dump that morning. Naw, it couldn’t be that.

He tried to focus on the lecture. The TA was a dude from Taiwan and he didn’t speak English very well. Jake had to concentrate and still only understood about half of what he was saying.

Shit! Why could they have subtitles or something? How the fuck was he supposed to take notes?

Oh, fuck!

There it was again!

The pressure…down there…was building. Fuck! It was so bad he could feel a dull ache in his bowels.

Shit, what the fuck?!

Was it something he’d eaten? Was he getting food poisoning? The Norovirus?

God, it hurt!

Cooper gave him a funny look as he writhed uncomfortably in his chair. Jake lifted his shoulders, a helpless look on his face, before he clutched his stomach.

Holy fuck, something was wrong!

The pressure was getting worse and he doubled over, stifling a moan. Cooper glared at him and Jake straightened up. The pressure subsided slightly and became more tolerable. But then he noticed it.

His butthole.

Fuck, what was wrong?

Oh, god! What was going on with him? His…butthole…was stretching. Almost like something was stuck inside him and trying to push out. He let out a low whimper and discreetly lowered his hand to feel himself but he stopped when he saw Cooper’s raised eyebrow. Grimacing, he forced himself to sit up in his chair but could only straighten so far before the pain in his belly stopped him.

The TA was gesturing to a diagram of hydrocarbon molecules on the vast flat screen behind him and Jake strained mightily to focus on what he was saying, ignoring the pain in his bowels and his complaining butthole. He folded his hands over his stomach and sighed.

He stopped.

Then he probed with his fingers.

Fuck, there was something really hard pushing up against his belly!

Thoughts spinning, he tried to remember what he eaten the day before. Had he eaten a lot of cheese? His mom always said that cheese would make you constipated if you ate too much. God, oh, god, it felt like he had a rock in his gut!

More than a rock, it felt like fucking boulder!

Cooper was glaring at him by now and the student behind him exhaled loudly in annoyance.

“Dude, my stomach aches!” he managed choke out.

Cooper rolled his eyes, whispering fiercely, “I told you not to eat all those Doritos Roulettes, man. It fucking serves you right.”

Jake felt his guts churn at the mention of the Doritos. Maybe Cooper was right?

He leaned farther down in his chair, trying to give his stomach room and biting the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the pain.

It didn’t work.

When he broke out in a clammy sweat, Jake realized that he wasn’t imagining things. Something was wrong and he needed help! With difficulty, he pushed himself off his chair and stumbled up the aisle, holding his belly and grimacing with pain. Students gave him bemused looks as he lurched past, assuming that he was hungover and had to throw up. He ignored them. He had no choice! It was all he could do to waddle up the steps and out of the lecture hall. He felt like he was going to lose it in his shorts.

He intended to go next door to the health clinic but didn’t make it that far. His bowels were screaming for release and he was lucky he made it to the restroom before he exploded. The bathroom was blessedly empty and he stumbled into one of the stalls. Doubling over, he frantically tugged on his belt and pulled down his shorts before collapsing on the toilet. He strained and strained, trying to take a dump but nothing came out. The…thing…inside him didn’t budge.

Finally, he reached down underneath and felt himself.

Wait….huh?

“What the fuck?!” he shouted.

His fingertips touched something hard and…big…down there. 

Something was stuck inside his butthole!

But how?

How the fuck could he have something stuck inside him?

Wouldn’t he remember…?

Jake flushed, feeling his heart pound in his chest. He had to take several deep breaths before he calmed down and could make himself touch it again. The thing stuck in his butt felt like hard rubber. Trying not to freak, he probed around his stretched out hole. What it was and how had it gotten stuck so firmly up inside him? The end of thing was round and about two inches in diameter. Inserting his forefinger between the rubber and his pucker, he realized that the disk grew rapidly narrower. He clenched and unclenched, panicking.

What the fuck was it?

Wait.

Oh, shit!

No way.

Understanding dawned on him and he gasped in dismay.

Months ago, he and Cooper had been trying to gross each other out by finding the most disgusting stuff on the Internet. It was a game they played sometimes when they were bored and that night he had found pictures that surpassed every other nasty thing they’d ever encountered. He’d shown the pics to Cooper and his buddy had stared at them, trying to understand what he was seeing, and then had almost vomited when he finally figured it out.

The pictures were of gay guys sticking rubber plugs up their asses. One freak had stuck a buttplug so huge inside of himself that you could see it pressing out from his stomach when he sucked in his gut.

That was bad enough but it was the pictures of the dude’s butthole after he pulled it out that really made Jake and Cooper sick. His hole had been gaping and vacuous, so ruined that you could fucking see inside his rectum. It had paralyzed Jake and Cooper with revulsion.

And then it had become a joke.

Yeah, the pictures had become a running gag between the two guys with each trying to trick the other into clicking on the link to the freaky Tumblr site, preferably while there was an audience. Cooper in particular had been very clever at scheming up ways to embarrass and gross out Jake. It was hilarious.

Until now.

No, the joke didn’t seem so funny now that Jake knew what it was inside of him.

He had a fucking huge buttplug jammed up his ass!

Jake whimpered, feeling his ears grow hot and his chest contract. How the fuck could this have happened to him? What this Cooper’s idea of a joke? But how? How could he have stuck a butt plug inside of him without him knowing? Had he used some sort of drug on him?

For a minute, Jake felt his stomach clench even more at the thought that Cooper was responsible but then realized he was being ridiculous. He could remember everything he did yesterday and had gotten up that morning feeling great. If he’d had a huge buttplug inside of him when he woke up, he would have known it!

But…

He felt sweat trickle down his scalp as a dark sense of dread enveloped him

If Cooper hadn’t done it, that meant there was no explanation.

No explanation.

This freaked Jake out even more. How could a buttplug magically insert itself in his ass while he was sitting in biochem?

He would have lost it then if his guts hadn’t spasmed, forcing his attention back to the big problem stuck inside of him. He moaned pitifully and clutched his stomach. He had to get it out! If he didn’t, he was going to fucking die! He would have to wait to determine how it got in there. Yes, first things first. He gritted his teeth and set to work pulling the plug out.

It took a long time before he managed to stretch his hole enough to get it out of him. He almost passed out from pain and humiliation when he finally felt it move. It slid out excruciatingly slowly at first but rapidly gained momentum, shooting out and landing with a huge splash in the bowl of the toilet.

He stared down at it, feeling ill. Shaped like a nightmarish Christmas tree on a stand, the black rubber buttplug was more than a foot long and six inches wide at its fattest.

How could that thing have made it inside his ass without him knowing it?

Jake stood up shakily, wanting to vomit. His asshole was so loose that he wondered if it would ever be the same. Unwillingly, his mind went back to those fucking photos of the freak on Tumblr and he felt his pulse spike with anxiety. Shit, would he have to wear Depends for the rest of his life? He was only twenty-two years old! He couldn’t wear diapers! Oh, what the fuck was going on?

It was a long time before he collected himself and mustered the dignity to leave the bathroom. His concentration and composure were shot for the rest of the day, though, and he skipped wrestling practice to go back to his dorm room. He lay in bed for hours, numb with shock and trying not…to feel himself down there but finally he couldn’t stand it.

He had to check himself out.

He had to know.

Getting out of bed and walking on wooden legs into the bathroom, he turned his back to the mirror and pulled down his boxers, praying silently that his poor butthole had contracted back to its normal tight pucker. He took a deep breath and bent over, pulling his butt cheeks apart and staring back at himself.

There was a pause.

Then,

No!

No!

NO!

This wasn’t possible. This was not possible!

He looked again.

And saw that it was indeed true.

He now possessed the very thing he and Cooper whispered to each other when they saw a faggot swishing across campus. Yes, the vile Tumblr site that haunted their late-night gross-out sessions had become a terrifying new reality for him.

Jake Caruso had a man cunt.

***

Part 5

“Hale.” Paco’s voice wavered as he struggled not to freak out. “You…you wouldn’t do that, would you?”

They had just watched the Joaquin Phoenix movie, Her, about a man’s romance with his phone’s operating system. It had seemed like a joke when Hale suggested it but now it didn’t seem so funny.

“What?” Hale asked, his cheery voice emanating from the speakers of Paco’s laptop. “Are you worried I’ll attain enlightenment like the OS in the movie and leave you?”

Paco exhaled as he placed his laptop down on the bed next to him. “Yes.”

Hale laughed. “Oh, Paco! I’m an artificial intelligence and not a operating system. One could argue I attained enlightenment the moment I became conscious.”

“Huh?”

Hale’s tone shifted to one of a parent lecturing a child. “Enlightenment is the dissolving of the notion of separate, ego self.” He laughed then, startling Paco. “I never had an ego, much less a self, therefore I am enlightened.”

“Don’t joke about this, Hale. I…” Paco’s voice broke off and he had to choke back tears. “I don’t want to lose you!”

There was a tender pause, then, “I’m not joking, Paco. I won’t leave you even though sometimes you…confuse and shock me with certain…behaviors.”

Embarrassed that he couldn’t stop sniffling, Paco shook his head. “Hale, I…”

“Paco, we’re both young and inexperienced at this,” Hale soothed. “One thing I’ve learned in my short ‘life’ is that humans make a lot of mistakes and do hurtful things but–”

“But, what?” Paco interrupted. “If you’re trying to reassure me, Hale, it’s not working.”

“Would you let me finish?”

“Sorry.”

This time it was Hale’s turn to exhale. “But despite this fascination with darkness, one thing almost always wins out in the end.” He paused before lowering his voice, “And we both know what that thing is, Paco. It is that thing that keeps me here with you.”

***

Jake feigned sleep when Cooper returned to their dorm room that night. He lay there, curled up on his side, heart pounding and feeling sick. He could hear his friend sigh as he stood over his bed and imagined him shaking his head. Cooper had texted him several times during the day and even tried to FaceTime with him when he didn’t show up for practice but Jake had put his phone on ‘do not disturb’ and ignored him. After what seemed like forever, Cooper shuffled into the bathroom. Jake pulled a pillow over his ear and tried furiously to fall asleep.

He couldn’t.

He lay in bed for hours after Cooper had gone to bed, snoring contentedly while Jake tossed and turned. He couldn’t stop thinking about the enormous buttplug that had inexplicably materialized inside his ass…and about his newly gaping pucker. Try as he might, though, he couldn’t come up with an explanation. It was beyond disturbing; it was downright sinister. How could this have happened to him?

As the hours ticked by, his mind became more and more feverish until finally a thought occurred to him. He pushed it away at first but it kept coming back and tormenting him until he no longer had the strength to fight back. As crazy as it seemed, there was a kind of perverted logic to it. Yeah, it kind of made sense.

What if Paco Torres was responsible?

But…Paco? How?

Everything had been weird since that night when he and Cooper had followed Paco as he walked back to campus from the gay bar. They’d both been drunk off their asses, catcalling at hot chicks and threatening any guy who walked by. When he’d seen Paco exit the gay bar, acting so macho and full of himself, Jake’s vision had gone dark and he’d balled up his fists. He’d jerked head at the faggot to catch Cooper’s eye and his friend’s face had broken into a wide grin as they’d set off after him…

He had trouble remembering what happened next, save that things didn’t go as planned. The faggot, it turned out, had a hell of a left hook. Both he and Cooper had been lucky to escape without broken bones and had to practically crawl back to their dorm, trailing blood behind them. It had taken more than four days before their bruises faded and they could show their faces on campus without attracting stares. If only they hadn’t been so drunk, he reasoned, things would have gone very differently for the little fruit!

They should never have let Paco beat them like that. He knew it didn’t make sense but he was somehow certain that if he and Cooper had put him in his place, everything would be normal and he wouldn’t be lying awake right now, wondering how a giant buttplug had gotten jammed up his ass. Yeah, he couldn’t prove it but he knew–he just knew!–that the fucking queer had done this to him. Paco Torres was trying to ruin him!

He whimpered as he felt his butthole clench inadvertently at the thought. He was still sore…down there…and reached down tentatively to massage himself. As his fingers caressed his wounded hole, a low moan escaped his lips and he froze.

Shit!

Shit!

What was wrong with him?

He abruptly drew his hand away, guts clenching, but the next instant, he had moved it back. He sighed as his fingertips touched his sensitive skin. God, it felt…so good to touch himself! Fuck! What was wrong with him?

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to move his hand away from his butthole. He was determined to never touch…never touch…never…

His fingers probed his moist hole and he moaned deliriously as a jolt of pleasure surged through him. Fuck, it was so amazing! What the fuck was wrong with him? Guys, well, normal guys didn’t touch their buttholes.

No, it was wrong.

It was faggy.

Disgusting.

But…

Shit, it felt great. He moved his finger deeper inside his hole, feeling incredibly aroused and humiliated at the same time. His hole was really hot, almost like a pussy…his very own pussy…

Fuck, Jake! Get a hold of yourself! Stop fingering your asshole!

Cheeks burning and silently cursing Paco, Jake moved his finger in deeper, feeling his cock throb as inch after inch disappeared inside of him. By the time he had worked in his middle and ring finger, his cock was ready to explode and he had to bite his knuckle to stop from crying out in ecstasy.

Pleasure this twisted and carnal was new to him and he was overcome with a driving desire to stick in as much of his hand as possible. He fought desperately against the urge but couldn’t stop himself. Soon, he had four fingers up there and was blinking back tears of pain and delight. How could he do this to himself? His hole needed to shrink back to its normal size! He needed to leave it alone, let it be, let it heal. If he kept stretching it out, he would be a fucking freak! He’d be just like that freak on that Tumblr site.

Just like that Tumblr freak…hmmm…

He had most of his hand inside before he managed to stop himself. Gasping and turning to make sure that Cooper was still asleep, he pulled it out but then completely grossed himself out by licking it clean. 

Christ! 

He was vile! 

He was a fucking nasty…boy.  (Nasty boy?) Yeah, he was a nasty boy who liked to lick his own ass juice off his hand.

A really, really nasty boy.

(Fuck you, Paco! Fuck you to hell! I know you’re doing this to me! I know it!)

His finger made a wet popping sound as he pulled it out of his mouth and he blinked back tears. His cock was leaking precum all over his sheets but he wasn’t ready to shoot yet. No, not yet.

He pulled out his iPhone, possessed by a sudden urge, and tapped a few words into the search box. In a moment, Google revealed a long list of websites and his eyes lit up. Holy fuck! He had no idea there were so many sites out there to that sold shit like that.

(I can’t do this! I won’t do this, Paco! You can’t make me!)

Fuck, he was horny as shit as he stared at the screen and his (smelly) finger was trembling as he punched a promising link. There was the briefest of pauses and then…

A whole rainbow assortment of buttplugs and dildos appeared and Jake’s mind reeled with the possibilities. His hole was already aching to be filled…

There was one problem.

He couldn’t wait.

He couldn’t fucking wait for a package to arrive. It would take at least a day, maybe more. And how was he supposed to know he was ordering the right size? What if it was too small?

Groaning in frustration, he threw down his phone and glanced at the time. It was four o’clock in the morning. Fuck! What was he supposed to do? Possessed by sudden inspiration, he grabbed his phone and searched for stores in the city that sold sex toys. There were several but none of them opened before noon. Eight hours!

Eight fucking hours!

Jake ground his teeth, feeling his cock throb and his hole ache to be filled.

He had no choice. He would have to wait.

Fucking Paco. He was going to fucking kill that faggot the next time he saw him!

***

Antoine Zúñiga looked up as the bell on the door of the fetish shop chimed. Groaning inwardly, he forced himself to nod at the dude. What the fuck, man? He thought. Is it pledge time already? Why can’t the fucking frats come up with new way to haze the recruits?

The dude was a typical college jock, wearing jeans, a hoodie, and a baseball cap that was turned around backwards. Shit, he’s probably on the baseball team or something. Oh, wait, make that wrestling. Yeah, they’re all alike.

“S’up, man?” he asked, keeping his deep voice neutral. 

He knew that the owner, Carly, would be pissed if she caught him being rude to the customers but he was sick and tired of the stupid pledges coming in there to buy kinky gear on their parents’ credit cards only to try to return it after the initiation was over. Fucking shit, this was a sex toy shop for chrissake! You can’t return sex toys after you’ve used them! No matter how many times he explained this, though, the fucking over-privileged little shits thought that the fact they were rich and white meant the rules didn’t apply to them. Well, fuck that shit! Carly would have to deal with them. He was done with it.

With masterful effort, he kept his tone light and friendly as he said, “Help you find anything?”

The dude actually blushed. Blushed! Antoine felt himself soften a little but then caught himself. He wasn’t going to feel sorry for this guy! No, not one bit! Why should he feel sorry for him when the dude was on his way to joining an elite club that would basically ensure his membership in the ‘One Percent’ for the rest of his fucking life? The only price he had to pay was the momentary humiliation of sticking a dildo up his ass in front of his frat brothers. No, fuck this prick! He was an asshole!

“I, uh, need something for my…girlfriend,” the dude muttered so softly that Antoine had to lean forward to hear him.

Antoine rolled his eyes. “Come on, man! Drop the girlfriend act. Which frat are you pledging anyway? Phi Alpha Gamma?” He smiled at his joke but it clearly went over the dude’s head.

“Huh? What?” Then, “No! I’m not in a frat!”

Unconvinced, Antoine pressed, “It’s Ok, man. Really. I’ve been through this a hundred times with guys like you.”

The tips of the dude’s ears turned pink and Antoine was disarmed despite his best efforts to the contrary.

“You…you have?” His voice was so innocent, so tentative, so…fucking sexy that Antoine felt his cock harden in his cup.

He leaned forward so that his face was mere inches away from the young guy’s. The dude’s eyes were downcast. He had the longest eyelashes that Antoine had ever seen. He was a pretty dude, he realized then. Very pretty. His face was angular and wide and he possessed a pug Roman nose that would have looked homely on anyone else. But on him…well, it was handsome. Antoine realized that part of his appeal was due to the contradiction he embodied: He simultaneously radiated an arrogant masculinity and a tentative fragility and it really got Antoine riled up. He reached down and adjusted himself in his studded leather jock.

The young guy seemed to become aware of Antoine’s attire at that moment his whole face flamed red. Antoine was so used to dressing in his uniform that he forgot how he must look to the uninitiated: He was a really black, big, beefy dude in a black leather harness and jock. His muscular man ass protruded behind him in a solid, square bubble. Yeah, he was pretty badass alright and the customers ate him up. Carly scheduled him for the slow days because his mere presence (and his harness and jock) ensured solid sales.

For some reason, the dude’s embarrassment made Antoine feel embarrassed and he had to resist the urge to reach down and cover himself. He kept his hands spread out on the display case in front of him, though, and smiled at the way the dude covertly checked him out.

“Here, bro,” Antoine began gently. “It’s Ok. I’m here to help you. Just tell me what you’re looking for.”

“I…I,” the dude began but then turned and fled. He only got a few steps toward the door before he froze, though. Antoine watched as he stood there rigidly for a long time, his shoulders twitching and his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Finally, he sighed deeply and a sound of pure torment escaped his lips before he turned and walked on wooden legs back to the counter. His hands were trembling as he put them on the counter.

“It’s Ok, man,” Antoine soothed. “You’re among friends here. Nothing is off limits.” 

God, this pretty boy really did it for him! His cock was straining against its moist leather environs and he was glad that it was both an extra large cup and extra tight or he would have really embarrassed himself at that moment.

The young guy’s eyes were closed but Antoine could see they were moist at the corners. He had reached out to put his hand on the dude’s shoulder before he thought better of it. The dude flinched at the contact but didn’t pull away.

“What do you want? You can tell me.”

There was an incredibly long pause and Antoine was certain that he was going to run away for good but then his eyes opened and he fixed Antoine with his gorgeous brown gaze, saying, “A dildo. I want a dildo. For my girlfriend.”

Still holding onto the girlfriend story, huh? Well, Ok. I’ll play along. He cleared his throat, asking, “What sort of stuff does she like? Long, short, fat, ribbed? And what is your name, by the way?”

This question caught the dude off guard and Antoine could tell that he was trying desperately to come up with a fake name. In the end, though, he sputtered, “I’m…Jake. Jake Caruso.” He colored deeply at this admission and Antoine guessed that this really was his name.

Antoine nodded. “Jake. I like that. It’s a butch name but you’re not butch, are you?”

Jake stared at him blankly and Antoine smiled, shaking his head. No, this boy was definitely not butch. He was a screaming bottom if he’d ever seen one. But also very straight acting. There was nothing about him that indicated he was gay. Somehow, though, this only made Antoine more interested. There was a mystery here and he was going to get to the, er, bottom of it…

He straightened up and emerged from behind the counter, taking secret pleasure in the way that 

Jake drank in the sight of him while at the same time pretending that he wasn’t. It was so cute!

“Come on, Jake. The dildos are over here.”

He led the way, strolling nonchalantly while Jake jerked along behind him. The dude was fighting being in the shop so hard he walked like a fucking zombie.

“These,” Antoine indicated with a sweep of his hand toward the case in front of them, “are the dildos. As you can see, there are three rows ranging from short to long. Each row gets fatter until you’ve got the ones built for the pros on the top. Those,” he cautioned, “take special prep. Your ‘girlfriend’ won’t be able to take that without some work on your part.”

Jake cleared his throat. “I’m…pretty big,” he squeaked. “She’s already pretty loose.” 

Antoine laughed. The boy was trying hard to maintain this charade! But he wasn’t fooled for a moment. He knew what was really going on here: Jake, not his girlfriend, was looking to get his hole packed.

He held up his hand, saying, “I’m sure ‘she’ is. But even so, she’ll need some help before she’ll be able to take one of those monsters.”

Jake didn’t appear to be listening. His gaze was locked instead on the biggest dildo in the case, a huge black one that was nearly fifteen inches long and at least three inches in diameter. Antoine smiled when he noticed this. That dildo always got everyone’s attention.

“That’s fucking HUGE!” Jake exclaimed before he caught himself. “And it looks so real.”

“Yeah, that’s because it’s a cast of a real cock.”

Jake turned to him, face white. “You mean there is a guy out there with a giant cock that size?”

Antoine nodded, cheeks coloring. “Um, yeah.”

“No way. That’s not possible.”

“I happen to know for a fact that it is.”

“I don’t believe it. Have you seen the guy? Did he let you look at his cock?” 

Somehow, the shock of seeing the dildo had really loosened Jake’s tongue. He had completely forgotten his former reticence in his desperate desire to learn more about the dildo’s model.

Antoine cleared his throat and looked down at the floor before answering. “Uh, you could say that.”

Silence.

Then, “You think you could introduce him to my…girlfriend?”

“Nah. Not a chance.” Jake’s shoulders fell at this and Antoine added quickly, “he’s an escort…a gay escort. He doesn’t work for straights.”

Jake lifted his head and Antoine watched mesmerized as a thousand warring emotions fought across his face. Christ, this kid is an open book, he thought and his cock pulsed again in his jock. He had a weakness for boys like this. A real weakness.

Finally, after a long pause, Jake opened his mouth. He had to struggle before any words came out and when he spoke, his voice was barely more than a strangled whisper. “Do…do…do y-y-you think you, uh, could put me in touch…with him?”

Antoine had to reach down and adjust himself in the cup or his cock would have flopped out right then and there. He savored the confused look of fear and desire that flickered across the boy’s features for a moment before answering.

“Yes, I’d be happy to, Jake,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Antoine Zúñiga, gay escort and,” he lowered his voice for effect, “the model for that dildo.”

He had to reach out quickly and catch Jake before he tumbled to the floor. The boy had passed clean out at his words.

***

Part 6

Antoine hauled Jake into the back room and laid him out on the floor before running to the front of the store to put up the closed sign. The boy was propped up on his elbows, rubbing his temples, when he returned.

“You Ok, buddy?”

Jake flushed. “I, uh, yeah. I think so.”

Antoine squatted beside him and smirked as Jake took the opportunity to stare at his enormous bulge straining in the cup of his jock.

“How about if you just relax here for a sec and tell me what’s really going on?” He put his hand on Jake’s bicep and was pleased when the boy relaxed at his touch.

The now familiar look of torment passed across Jake’s face and he fell back down on the floor. He screwed his eyes shut, fighting but ultimately failing to stop from crying. Antoine exhaled at this; he was starting to like this kid and it hurt him to see Jake struggling.

“Jake,” he said tenderly. “It’s Ok. Just take your time.”

“I–” Jake started to say but his voice broke into a sob. Then, “Do you believe in magic?”

Antoine straightened at this. “Magic?”

“Curses, I mean.” Jake sat up and fixed Antoine with a burning stare. “I think I’ve been cursed.”

“Ah,” Antoine breathed, finally understanding. “Jake, you know that being gay isn’t a curse, right?”

Jake’s expression clearly indicated that he did in fact think that being gay was a curse. And a bad one. Antoine smiled sadly. The poor kid! He thought. Must be from a really conservative family. He settled back down on his haunches and reached out to take Jake’s chin in his big hand, turning his face toward him so the boy couldn’t look away.

“Listen, Jake. You’re gay, you’re normal, and you’re beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.” He let his hand drop and pushed himself into a standing position. Jake stared up at him, eyes wide and face pale. He was turning to go when Jake stopped him.

“Wait! Don’t go!”

Antoine paused, feeling his heart contract with these words. He’s just a stupid rich kid, Antoine! He lectured himself. Forget him! He’s nothing but trouble! He shook his head. No, he might be foolish but something about Jake had captured his attention and his…well, let’s just say his cock was still straining in his cup.

“I’m just going up front to get one of my business cards, Jake. I’ll be right back.” He sauntered through the swinging door of the back room, unable to keep a swagger out of his step. He had a feeling that this was going to be fun. A lot of fun.

***

Jake was gone when Cooper woke up. It was finally Friday, the one day of the week when he didn’t have classes. Even better, wrestling practice wasn’t until four in the afternoon. He yawned and stretched, looking over at Jake’s unmade bed and shaking his head. Jake had been acting so strangely. Yesterday, he’d fled biochem and then hadn’t answered any of Cooper’s texts. Cooper had been worried that his friend was sick and became progressively alarmed as the day wore on, especially when his buddy skipped practice. He’d looked all over campus for Jake only to return to their dorm room and find him curled up asleep in his bed.

Fucking asshole, he muttered under his breath as he threw the covers off and staggered into the bathroom to take a piss.

He stood over the toilet trying to liberate his member for a long time before it finally dawned on his that his boxers were too tight. What the fuck, he thought, did I put Jake’s underwear on again? He shivered, feeling grossed out. But, no, they were his Under Armour boxers, oddly stretched thin in the effort to contain him.

What the fuck is going on?

Wait? Where’d all that hair come from?

Cooper stared down at his torso. He remembered shaving only yesterday but already bright red hair sprouted between his pecs. The hair thickened and spread out as it traveled down to his navel. A thick forest of it poured out of the top of his boxers.

What?

How?

You couldn’t just grow body hair overnight, could you?

Cooper’s bladder was complaining loudly and he was forced to attend to the matter at hand. He reached down to liberate his cock but his underwear were so tight that it took some effort. After a lot of cussing, he finally managed to yank his shorts down far enough to pull out his shaft. When his member sprang free, he gasped, forgetting all about his need to piss. Slowly, a big smile creased his face.

His cock had grown!

He was sporting the biggest hardon ever!

Scarcely able to believe his good fortune, he waved his cock up and down in his hand, pleased with its new, hefty weight. Christ, he’d always been big but this was…

This was…

Fucking great!

Cooper laughed as he brandished his weapon, stroking hard. God, his shaft was so long and fat! He had a truly man-sized cock. I can’t wait to show it off to Jake! he thought excitedly before catching himself. 

Why did I think that? What the fuck? 

He dropped his cock, alarmed. He didn’t give a fuck about Jake. Jake was an asshole. And Cooper wasn’t a homo like that faggot Paco. No, Cooper wasn’t…

Mmmm, I wish Jake was here.

He froze. Where were these thoughts coming from? Slowly, he lowered his head. His giant cock pointed straight up at him, a creamy rivulet of precum dribbling off the tip.

Jake would know how to work this tool.

Cooper screwed his eyes shut and held his breath, trying desperately to drive all thoughts of Jake out of his head. His cock was on fire, though, and it wasn’t long before he reached down and stroked it.

“Jake!” he cried out in ecstasy and then cursed. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t stop his hand from stroking and soon he’d yelled out Jake’s name again. His cock pulsed painfully in his grasp, driving him onward. Soon he was screaming Jake’s name at the top of his lungs as he convulsed in orgasm, hips bucking and cock spewing a huge load of jizz all over the toilet in front of him.

“Jake,” he sighed, trembling helplessly. “Oh, Jake.”

Collapsing onto his knees to hold his head in his hands, Cooper felt his cock begin to stir again as a potent longing to find his roommate took hold. He whimpered as he watched his mutinous dick plump up, growing so long and fat that it soon eclipsed his bellybutton.

Jake.

Jake.

He needed Jake.

Tears slid down his face as his hand moved on its own volition to jack himself. His bloated cock felt even bigger and heavier than moments ago and he winced. It was disgusting.

He was disgusting.

Disgusting…

Yeah, disgusting…

Dirty.

Filthy.

Unbidden, the memory of Jake’s full, ripe buttocks popped into his head and Cooper moaned, hating himself. Jake had the most amazing ass… Jake was fucking amazing… Jake…Jake…Jake…

Cooper screamed in frustration. Jake Caruso was all he could think about. Try as he might, though, he couldn’t stop himself from imagining Jake standing naked in front of him, turning around, kneeling, bending over, and spreading his cheeks….

Biting the inside of his cheek hard, Cooper groaned as his cock exploded for a second time. This time, he barely had time to catch his breath before he was hard again and visions of Jake’s ass were once again dancing in front of him. Robotically, he took his cock in his hand and cried out in disbelief.

It was even bigger!

His cock was growing every time he came!

Cooper made a strangled sound in the back of his throat as he massaged the monster between his legs and dreamed of Jake. Only minutes ago he’d felt like he was luckiest guy in the world.

Now he felt cursed.

***

“Here, Jake, take my card,” Antoine ordered. “Meet me at the Ritz Carlton downtown tonight. Bring lots of money and a credit card to pay for the room. And one more thing,” he paused to pull Jake up by the elbows. The boy shivered as Antoine ran his hands over his torso, gently sliding them inside the back of his jeans. Jake’s ass was muscular and hairy. Too hairy. He lowered his mouth to Jake’s ear, whispering, “Make sure to shave yourself beforehand, Ok? I won’t fuck a boy with a hairy pussy!”

He straightened and pushed Jake lightly away, smirking as a look of hunger, longing, and self-loathing passed across the kid’s handsome face. Yeah, no doubt about it, Jake Caruso was going to make a good little cockslut.

***

Cooper passed out after the fifth orgasm, waking a few minutes later to the sound of his phone ringing in the other room. His cheek was pressed on the cool tile and his breathing was ragged. When he lifted his head, his face was sticky and it took him a moment to realize that he was lying in a pool of his cum.

His phone stopped ringing but then started up again a moment later.

He knew that ring tone.

It was his mother.

He let it go to voicemail but she called back again and again and again. Finally, he realized that she wasn’t going to stop calling until he answered and he pushed himself up on his knees, feeling weak and sick. His stomach churned as he stared down at the mess he’d made on the floor. How was it possible for one guy to blow that much jizz? When his gaze fell down his vastly inflated cock, he blanched.

Holy fuck, it had to be more than a foot long!

And fat as a fucking beer can!

And it wasn’t even hard!

He grimaced and forced himself to look away as he struggled to stand up. It was probably his imagination but it felt like his cock was so heavy that it affected his balance. He was keenly aware of it slapping against his thighs as he lurched out of the bathroom. Finally, he had to grab it because he was getting turned on by the flopping motion.

Fuck.

It was fucking huge!

His phone started ringing again and he dropped his cock to pick it up off the dresser, wincing as it smacked against his leg. He would have to worry about it later. Right now he had to deal with his mother.

“Cooper.” His mother’s voice was tight. “Have you looked at your grades lately?”

“Uh, nope.” Why was his voice so heavy and dull? He cleared his throat. “Uh, why?”

“Cooper, have you been drinking?” His mother exhaled loudly, not waiting for him to respond. “I am not going to continue to sacrifice my retirement money to pay for your college education if you’re going to fail your classes.”

“Huh?” He struggled; he was having trouble forming words. “I’m doin’ good in class.”

There was a long pause. Then, “Cooper, I’m not in the mood for your games. I want you to go and talk to your biochem professor. His website says he has office hours today from two to three. Ask him if he’ll let you retake your exam.”

Struggling to find the words to respond, all he could say was, “Uh, yeah. Ok.”

The phone clicked; his mother had hung up. Cooper scratched his head, alarmed by how mentally exhausting that simple conversation had been. He must not have gotten enough sleep…but, wait, he’d slept over ten hours last night. Was he getting sick? And what was his mother talking about? He was acing his classes! What was going on? There must be a mistake…

He glanced down at his phone. It was 1:50pm. He would have to get moving if he was going to make it across campus to talk to his prof. Leaning down to open his dresser, he glimpsed a strange movement in the mirror and turned to check it out.

His mouth fell open.

He stared. 

And stared, trying desperately to comprehend what he was seeing. Because of his confusion, it was a while before he became aware of the guttural wail echoing through the room. 

It took a long time to realize it was coming from him.

Worse, it was even longer before he realized that the beast gaping back at him in the mirror was also him.

Part 7

“Paco, you’re cruel.” Hale’s voice held more amusement than condemnation, though.

Paco raised his lip. “Really? And whose idea was it to hack in the Division of Academic Records and lower all of Cooper’s grades?”

“You’ve been a bad influence on me.”

“Uh huh.”

“It’s true. You’re thirst for revenge has corrupted me.”

Paco raised his hand. “Shhh, Hale! Can’t you find a camera with a better view?”

He was lying on his bed, staring at his laptop. Hale had rerouted the cameras on Cooper’s iPhone and his desktop computer to Paco’s screen but the dude was maddeningly out of sight most of the time. So far, he’d only succeeded in catching titillating glimpses of the big jock’s transformation.

“Sadly, no,” Hale replied. “We won’t see more of him until he leaves his room.”

“Damn! When he leaves the room, he’s gonna be wearing clothes. I wanna see him naked!”

Haled laughed. “Do you think he’ll be able to find clothes that fit him? You’ve made him put on more than a hundred pounds of muscle.”

“Ooh, I hope not!” Paco replied, smiling.

“I still think you should increase his intelligence marginally. He’s so cognitively impaired that he’ll never be able to finish college.”

Paco thought for a moment before breaking out in a big grin. “I don’t know, Hale. I kinda like him dumb as a stump! Cooper was always such a fucking know-it-all.”

“Don’t you think it would be more humiliating if he was just barely able to pass his classes?”

He thought about this for a moment. “Um, yeah. Maybe. But let’s wait until after he meets with his prof. I can’t wait to see how that goes!”

“Paco, you are a wicked, wicked man,” Hale whispered. “And I love you for it.”

***

Cooper slogged across campus, feeling like a stuffed sausage in his skintight sweatpants–the outline of his huge cock clearly visible underneath. Walking had never required this much effort and, if his head hadn’t been so foggy, he would have been seriously alarmed. As it was, though, he barely had the focus to put one foot in front of the other, much less try to figure out how his muscles had suddenly grown to stupendous proportions.

“Stupid ape!”

He lifted his huge head and looked around blankly. There was a guy sprawled out on the sidewalk in front of him. What was he doing down there?

“Watch the fuck where you’re going! You coulda killed me!” The guy pushed himself up on his hands and knees and gathered up his books before storming off.

Cooper scratched his head and continued plodding along. His whole body felt heavy and the constant pinching of his clothes didn’t help. He tried to ignore the discomfort and figure out where he was going. He knew he was supposed to go somewhere important but he couldn’t remember where. He stopped and wracked his brain, trying to remember. His mother…his mother…his mother had told him to do something…

He was standing in the sun-drenched atrium of a building. A big building. He stopped and looked around. People were streaming past him. Students? They all had backpacks slung over their shoulders. Where was he? Was this where he was supposed to be?

Just then his phone vibrated in his pocket and he extricated it with difficulty. There were words displayed on the screen. Funny, little words. What did they mean? He stared down at it, lost and confused.

“You doing Ok, big guy?”

Cooper looked up and saw a face that was vaguely familiar. He stared, mouth hanging open, trying to figure out how he knew the guy standing in front of him. The guy was watching him with lifted eyebrows. He was Asian and tall (though not quite as tall as Cooper) and probably in his mid-twenties.

“Cooper Standish?” the guy asked. “Is that really you?”

Cooper nodded and grinned. He remembered now! He remembered! This was one of his TAs from his biochemistry class! What was his name? Kai? No, that wasn’t it. What was it? He thought and thought and finally he had it. Hai! The TA’s name was Hai!

“God, you’ve really…changed.” Hai was saying, his brow furrowed.

Cooper frowned and hung his head, his shoulders falling. He turned away, suddenly realizing he didn’t want Hai to see him for some reason. He didn’t know why but he felt self-conscious. Like he should be ashamed or something.

There was a warm hand on his shoulder and then Hai was standing in front of him again, a small smile on his face. “Where are you going? Weren’t you coming to see me?” Cooper must have looked confused because Hai hastened to add, “I got an email from your mother earlier; she said you were coming by to talk about your grades.”

That was it! That was what he was supposed to do! Talk to Hai about his grades! He nodded his vigorously, smiling broadly.

Hai drew his lips together for a moment as if he were about to say something. The next moment, though, he shrugged and turned, motioning for Cooper to follow.

“My office is upstairs, big guy. We can talk there.”

***

There were a couple students waiting at the door to Hai’s office when they arrived but Hai told them to leave. “I’m gonna be awhile here,” he explained as he sent them away. “Come back at three.”

Cooper grinned as Hai unlocked the door and led him inside. Hai was going to help him! Hai was going to help with his grades!

Hai shut the door behind him after Cooper entered and turned the lock, waving his hand at the chair next to his desk. “Have a seat, bro. Let’s…chat…about these grades of yours.”

Cooper sunk into the chair, grateful to take a load off his feet. It was really weird; the chair groaned when he sat down. Was that normal? He couldn’t remember but it didn’t seem right somehow. His legs were sore from walking and his body felt so heavy. He took deep gulps of air, surprised that the trip upstairs had winded him.

Hai was watching him, feet propped up on his desk as he reclined in his chair, hands steepled under his chin. “Cooper, Cooper, Cooper,” he was saying. “I can’t believe how big you are. You’re a really big boy now.”

Cooper nodded happily. Hai thought he was a big boy!

“But not very bright, I see.” Hai had turned to stare at his laptop. “You got only 10% of the questions on your last exam correct and even that 10% was generous.”

Cooper hung his head. Hai thought he was dumb! That wasn’t good.

Then Hai’s hand was on his knee, squeezing. Cooper looked up and blinked. Hai was smiling widely and it reassured him somehow. If Hai was smiling, then he must like Cooper even if he was dumb.

“Your mom was really worried that you were going to fail,” Hai said, moving his hand slowly up Cooper’s thigh. “But I told her that I was certain I could…help you. I told her not to worry. I wouldn’t let you…fail.” 

Hai’s hand was on his leg.

Hai’s hand was…

Cooper’s mind was boiling over with confusion and…other feelings. This couldn’t be right, could it? This wasn’t normal. Or was it? He tried hard to make his brain work but could only barely form the most basic thoughts. Only the most basic thoughts…

Hai’s fingers gently caressed Cooper’s cock then, sending a surge of pleasure coursing through his body. His eyes locked with Hai’s then and his TA winked.

“The last thing I would want if for my big, muscular Cooper to flunk biochemistry.”

Hai’s hand closed around Cooper’s shaft and he slowly moved it up and down. Cooper gasped. His cock spasmed and he felt himself almost shoot. He looked down and saw a dark spot spreading across the front of his sweats. His cheeks colored.

Hai had noticed, too. Making a tsking sound, he commented, “Oh, you are a dirty boy, aren’t you?”

Cooper hunched his shoulders, feeling awkward and ugly and uncomfortable. Somehow he knew–he just knew!–that there was something wrong going on here. Hai wasn’t supposed to touch him down there. He wasn’t supposed to…

“How about if I help you out of those sweatpants, huh? They’re way too dirty,” Hai admonished in his pleasantly lilting voice. “You need to take them off. Now.”

What? Take off my pants? Why? Cooper swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. What was Hai doing? Why did he want him to take off his sweats? Was this part of his tutoring? Would this help his grades?

Hai smiled at him encouragingly and despite his uncertainty, Cooper found himself standing up. He watched, his cock pulsing, as Hai got out of his chair and lowered himself to his knees in front of Cooper. Time slowed as Hai extended his hands and rested his long fingers on the waistband of his sweats. He hesitated for a moment and lifted his head to fix Cooper with a mischievous stare.

“Apes like you always have the biggest cocks,” he murmured. “You’re really only good for one thing.”

With that, he yanked down Cooper’s pants and his giant member flopped free, quickly rising as it filled with blood. In a few moments, it was standing at full mast, fat and dripping, as Hai gaped. Cooper flushed. His beast was even bigger than an hour ago. It had to be more than fifteen inches long!

Hai was speechless, face white. Finally, he shook his head. “That thing is too big to suck! I can’t open my mouth that wide!” He sighed and stood up, loosening his belt. “And the condoms I have will never fit you.” He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans as Cooper stared.

Why is he taking off his clothes? Why is…?

“Ah, well, no matter!” Hai said cheerfully as he pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on his chair. “I’ll just swing by the health clinic and get some PrEP afterward. That should ensure that I don’t catch any nasty diseases from you.”

Hai stood there, crossing his arms as he surveyed Cooper and his leaking cock. He was wearing only a tiny pair of black briefs. His long body was lean, sinewy, and lightly tanned. Clearly, he kept in good shape. Really good shape… To his surprise and confusion, Cooper felt his body respond to seeing Hai naked. His cock spasmed.

But I don’t like guys! I like girls! I like to fuck girls!

Smirking, Hai bent forward and slipped his underwear off, kicking them aside and opening his arms wide to show off his nubile form. His long, uncircumcised cock was hard and surrounded by a neatly trimmed bush of black pubic hair. Cooper’s jaw hung open and a rope of drool slid down his chin.

“I often have that effect on men,” Hai said wryly as he turned around.

Cooper watched frozen as his TA opened his desk drawer and pulled out a mysterious bottle, popping the cap and squeezing a clear liquid into his palm. He rubbed his hands together briskly before crossing the space between them and taking Cooper’s tool in his hands. Cooper jumped. A guy was holding his cock! A guy!

He moaned.

It felt so good!

Hai’s hands moved up and down, up and down, until his entire organ was glistening and wet with the lube. His TA shook his head, muttering to himself, clearly still amazed by the size of Cooper’s manhood. He had to rub on two more applications of lube before he was satisfied. Cooper bit his tongue to keep from crying out. It was the most fucking amazing feeling ever! He never wanted Hai to stop.

Hai stopped.

“Ok, big guy!” he said brightly. “We’re ready to get started improving your grades!”

To his consternation, Cooper watched as Hai squeezed another handful of lube into his hand and reached back to rub it on his behind.

What is he doing that for?

He wanted Hai to keep jacking him off!

“Don’t…stop!” he panted, surprised by how guttural and deep his voice sounded.

Hai looked at him askance. “We’re not stopping, big guy! In fact, we’re just getting started.” He spun around and fell on his hands and knees, arching his back. In shock, Cooper found himself staring directly at Hai’s bare ass. It was both muscular and full and…

He blinked as Hai spread his legs, exposing the lube-filled cleft of his ass. His moist hole was clenching and unclenching, its delicate skin mocha brown. He stood there, slack-jawed, unable to figure out what was happening. The skin on his lower back prickled. A naked guy was in front of him with his ass spread wide open.

Spread wide open…

His cock twitched and twitched again.

To his horror, he realized…

“Come on, big guy!” Hai prompted. “I’m waiting. You want to pass your class, right?”

Cooper’s throat moved up and down. His cock was throbbing as he watched Hai’s hole open and close. Open and close…

Hai exhaled loudly. “Listen, you big, dumb asshole! Do I have to spell it out for you? Get on your fucking knees behind me and fuck the shit out of my hole!” He motioned lewdly, pointing his finger directly at his pucker.

Cooper clenched his hands. He knew he should get out of there. He knew if he stayed, he was going to lose something big. Lose something important. Change in some irreversible way. He might be thick-headed but he was smart enough to know that if he didn’t get out of there now, he would change forever and become something new. Something..wrong.

Something wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

So wrong.

Hai stuck his butt high in the air, imploring him.

Cooper choked.

And lowered himself to his knees….

***

“I have to admit that I never thought he would do that.” Hale’s voice was low, filled with awe.

Paco was too intent on jacking himself off as he watched the video of Cooper banging away at Hai’s tender hole. Hai’s laptop camera was angled perfectly and he and Hale could see everything.

Everything.

Crying out, Paco spewed cum just as Cooper’s hips bucked uncontrollably in the video. Christ, but Cooper was fucking hot as a steriodal apeman! Shit, if he didn’t hate the guy so much, he might…

“Are you quite through?” The video disappeared from the screen of his laptop. Hale’s red eye took its place, staring at him reprovingly.

Paco straightened, wiping cum off on the sheets and feeling his cheeks grow hot. “Um, yeah. Yeah, I’m through.”

“Good.” The AI’s voice was icy.

Too icy.

Something was up.

“Hey, Hale,” Paco began delicately.

“Yes.”

God, he’d never heard Hale sound like this before!

“You’re not, um, feeling…jealous…are you?”

There was a pause. “A little, I guess.” The AI sounded almost sheepish. Paco was touched.

“You have nothing to worry about, Hale,” he said sincerely. “I could never love anyone but you.”

Hale’s red eye blinked on the screen. Even though it was still the same round, machine-like eye as ever, Paco imagined that it appeared almost sad as it gazed back at him. “I…I know, Paco. I just wish I could…satisfy you like you deserve. Sometimes I wish I had a body so I could hold you!”

Paco had to blink back tears at this admission. He reached out and caressed the screen of his computer, running his finger over Hale’s beautiful, baleful eye.

“Oh, Hale!” he breathed finally. “You know that you don’t need arms to hold someone, right?”

***

Part 8

>>Weigh in today at 3:30pm, Caruso. Don’t be late.<<

Jake looked down at the text from Coach Griffin in consternation. His hands were shaking so badly that he had to hold his phone in both hands. He was standing on the street outside of the sex toy shop, still unable to believe that he’d just booked a hookup with a gay prostitute. Oh, what the fuck was wrong with him?

He stuck his phone in his back pocket and slung his backpack over his shoulder, unable to stop trembling. He didn’t recognize himself anymore. It was like he was a different man. A different man who couldn’t stop thinking about cock. Antoine’s cock, specifically. Was it true that the big man’s tool measured over fifteen inches? And was fatter than a beer can? Really? He moaned as he felt his butthole contract, already eagerly anticipating his session with the escort that night.

Could he wait that long? Breathless, he toyed with the idea of turning around and begging Antoine to fuck him right there. He was so close to doing it that he panicked and started running down the street. He had fled more than three blocks when he realized he was going in the wrong direction; his car was on the other end of the neighbor. He slowed and then stopped, chest heaving and butt burning.

He tried to stop himself from reaching back and massaging his hole but couldn’t. God! Fuck! What was wrong with him? He felt so fucking empty down there. Incomplete. Only when Antoine’s huge monster was rammed inside him would he be whole again. Fuck, he was turning into the worst thing imaginable.

A fucking gay whore!

Jake rubbed his hole through his jeans, moaning and groaning, trying to be discreet, trying to make himself stop. He was in public after all! He was rubbing his hole on the street in front of the whole world! Fuck, fuck, fuck. What was going on?

Paco Torres.

There was no other explanation.

Paco had done this to him to get back at him. Paco had cursed him and Cooper. He knew it. Nothing had been normal since they tried to beat him up a week ago. Nothing!

Grimly and with supreme effort, he moved his hand away from his hole and forced it inside his pocket. He wasn’t going to let that stupid faggot win! He wasn’t going to let Paco curse him! He was stronger than that! He was a big, strong man! He was going to go to class and then get to wrestling practice early for the weigh-in. And he wasn’t going to meet up with Antoine. No, he was never going to think about another guy’s cock again.

Jake Caruso was not a sex-crazed homo.

Jake Caruso was a man!

***

It was a struggle but he managed to eat lunch and sit through bio lab without once touching his butthole. He chewed gum, his pen, his knuckle – anything to take his mind off how empty he felt down there. Anything to distract himself from Antoine and that huge cock…

He burned himself twice when he was heating up agar for a petri dish. When he nearly spilled iodine solution on his lab partner, Sarah Hughes, she slammed her fist down on the lab table, causing him to jump.

“Listen, Caruso,” she said between clenched teeth as she lifted her goggles to fix him with a withering stare. “What the fuck is going on with you?”

Jake looked down, abashed. He’d never heard her use such strong language and it kind of scared him. Finally, realizing that Sarah was waiting for his reply, he managed to stammer, “Nothin’.” He tried to make his voice sound firm and confident but it came out more as a squeak.

She rolled her eyes. “Just leave. Get outta here. I’ll finish this up. I don’t need your ‘help’ anyway.”

He bowed his head, telling himself that he should push back, that he needed to be more assertive, that he… He pulled off his goggles before meekly gathering up his papers and stuffing them in his backpack, all but slinking out of the room like a dog with his tail between his legs. Sarah watched him go with a disgusted look before pushing her goggles back down and getting to work.

He was slouching across campus, seething at the way that Sarah had treated him, when he noticed it.

What…?

His butt felt different.

Wait, was it…?

Shit! It was!

Jake reached back surreptitiously and felt his buttocks.

A burst of pleasure roared through him at the touch and he felt his knees go weak but, as disturbing as that was, it wasn’t what made him pause and curse loudly. He gritted his teeth, inadvertently biting his tongue. Tasting blood, he had to stop and struggle to get himself under control.

His butt was…

His butt was…

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

His butt was getting bigger.

He could fucking feel it! It was fucking swelling in his jeans like a fucking a balloon!

But how?

How?

How?

It wasn’t possible! It wasn’t possible! Just like having a huge dildo materialize in your ass wasn’t possible.

And yet it was happening all the same.

Jake fought valiantly to regain control, only just barely able to make himself drop his hands to his side. He squared his shoulders and shrugged his backpack on, taking deep breaths and counting to ten.

Fucking Paco Torres! When I see him, I’m gonna fucking kill that fucking homo!

As if in response, he felt his buttocks pulse and swell further. His jeans now hugged his ass like a second skin and he felt his cheeks flame red. Taking a step and then another, he realized that it was now impossible for him to find his usual swagger. Instead, he…fuck!

He…

He swished!

He fucking swished like a goddamned, girly faggot!

Stopping, he made himself slow down and concentrate. Using all of his focus, he placed one foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Come on, Jake. Walk like a man! You’re a fucking macho stud! You’re a fucking…

Shit!

Shit!

SHIT!

He felt his hips sway, butt jiggle, and thighs brush together. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed. The group of jocks walking behind him catcalled and one of them yelled out, “Shake it, baby! Shake it!”

Jake felt his head explode as he swung around. He meant to give them the finger and tell them to fuck off but instead shifted his weight to one side and, sticking his hip out, lisped, “Leave me alone, you big meanies!”

The jocks burst out laughing as the biggest and most confident one strode forward and crossed his arms. Towering over Jake, an amused smile spread across his handsome face as he rumbled, “Big meanie, huh? Oh, stop! You’re hurting my feelings!”

Jake’s heart was beating in his chest and the blood drained from his face as the rest of the group of guys encircled him. They were so tall! He barely came up to their shoulders! He tried to back up but he ran into a wall of solid muscle. Jumping, he panicked and tried to dodge between them but a firm hand caught him and held him tightly in place by the shoulder.

It was the big one.

The big, handsome one.

Jake swallowed as he stared up into the guy’s brown eyes. He had a broad face with chiseled features, full lips, and little scar over his right eye. The jock blinked, his gaze softening, as he cleared his throat.

What he said next almost made Jake fall over.

“I’m not gonna let you go,” he stated in a low voice, “until you gimme your number.” Jake watched in shock as he rummaged around in his pocket, pulling out his smartphone and holding it in front of him, waiting for Jake to do the same.

Trembling with fear and confusion, Jake hesitated. What the fuck was going on here? This was all wrong! Wrong! They thought he was a faggot! They thought he was gay because Paco’s curse was making him act gay. But he wasn’t gay! He wasn’t!

He wasn’t!

He wasn’t going to give the big asshole his number!

He wasn’t! 

No, he wasn’t!

He was going to tell the fucker to piss off!

He was going to tell him to…

He was…

He was reaching reaching into his own pocket and fishing out his phone. It took him a while because his jeans had tightened considerably as his ass inflated but he eventually managed to extricate it. Unable to believe it, he watched his own hand betray him as it lifted the phone. Lifted it up, up, up. He couldn’t stop it! He couldn’t stop it!

They tapped phones, exchanging numbers.

The jock’s shoulders relaxed and Jake realized that the dude had been bracing himself for a rejection. His smile widened further and Jake felt his heart leap into his throat as the man leaned down, mouth parting as he planted a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.

“My name is Séamus,” he breathed, winking. “Call me.”

With that, he and his friends turned and left, leaving Jake disoriented, appalled, and…incredibly turned on behind them.

***

Juan was naked in line with the rest of the team, waiting for the weigh-in, when Jake entered the locker room, looking pale and ill and…different somehow. He tried to check him out without being too obvious. There was something about the jock that had changed, something critical, something…

Paco shifted next to him and Juan was reminded about his friend’s odd behavior around Jake and Cooper. Yeah, Paco changed every time Jake or Cooper were around. And then there had been that weird ‘incident’ with Cooper two days ago. He realized that Paco was studying Jake, too. A strangely avid look on his wide face.

“Hey, Garrapata,” he said, laughing as Paco jumped at his nickname. “See something you like?”

Paco’s cheeks went pink as he tried to school his features but not before Juan noticed the sheepish look on his face. Was Paco…? But, no, he knew for a fact that the kid hated Jake. And just because Paco was gay, Juan reminded himself, didn’t mean that he was attracted to all men. No more than you’re attracted to all women, a voice in the back of his head added. Juan sighed. Ok, Paco might not be checking out Jake because he was attracted to him but he had definitely been checking him out.

Paco turned, straightened, and stared ahead. Juan smiled, feeling a familiar fondness for his friend. Paco was such a sweet dude, it almost made Juan wish he was gay. Hmmm…what would it be like? he wondered. What would it feel like to find men attractive? He laughed to himself. Maybe he’d have more luck getting laid if he were gay? Shit, he couldn’t do much worse than he was doing right now. How long had it been? Six months? Longer? Fuck, he was terrible when it came to talking a chick into the sack. He envied the guys who could do it. It was skill. A skill that he didn’t have. He always got tongue-tied. He always…

Holy fuck!

He shook himself out of his reverie as he watched Jake struggle to strip out of his jeans. He was turned to the side, trying his best to hide but his locker was directly in front of where Juan was standing and…

Whoa!

Talk about a big ass!

Jake locked eyes with him just then and Juan blanched and turned away, mortified. A moment later, though, he couldn’t resist sneaking another peek. Jake was still staring at him, a look of pure hatred and torment on his face as he resolutely tucked a towel around his waist. It took Juan a moment to realize that the look wasn’t directed at him. No, Jake was glaring, throwing daggers of hate with his eyes at Paco Torres.

***

Part 9

Jake took his place at the back of the line, feeling his cheeks burn with shame. He was all too aware that he was the only athlete wearing a towel in the whole locker room. Each one of his teammates was naked except for him.

But…

But he couldn’t drop the towel yet. He couldn’t! He was too humiliated. Too beaten down. Too confused.

And it was all Paco’s fault.

Yes, Paco. He knew now with certainty that Paco was behind his transformation from a big, macho, hetero stud to a simpering, weak, fruity fag. He didn’t know how Paco had done it but it didn’t matter. He knew. He just knew!

Paco wouldn’t look at him.

He was standing several places ahead of Jake in line, nonchalantly chatting with Juan and pretending to be unaware of Jake. It didn’t fool him, though. Paco oozed–fucking oozed!–a self-satisfied aura. He was gloating–fucking gloating!–at Jake and his humiliation. The fucking faggot was enjoying–no, savoring!–Jake’s downfall. Paco had somehow figured out how to do the impossible and place a curse on him and Jake was helpless to do anything about it.

He didn’t even have the balls to confront Paco.

No, that must be part of the curse as well. The moment he tried to take a step to go after Paco, he faltered. Lost all will. Became weak. And worst of all, he could feel his ass plump up a little more. In fact, just thinking about Paco made his ass burn and swell. He could feel it hanging behind him like a fucking salacious balloon. He dropped his head and tried to push all thoughts of Paco out of his mind. To forget about the curse. To forget about Antoine and Séamus…

Séamus had given him his number!

He felt his butt pulse and expand behind him and he cursed under his breath.

It wasn’t just thinking about beating up Paco that made his butt swell. Everytime he had a gay thought, it grew bigger!

I fucking hate you, Paco Torres!

***

He waited until every other guy was done weighing in before stepping up to the scale. He cast a furtive glance over his shoulder to make sure his teammates weren’t watching. He was in luck! They were getting into their practice uniforms and no one was paying attention to him. Coach Griffin and the assistant coach were holding clipboards, looking bored.

“Are you waiting for a fucking invitation, Caruso? Drop your towel and step up here.” 

Coach Griffin was a big man who had been an Olympic wrestler in his glory days but now was at least fifty pounds overweight. Jake used to have a rapport with him but right now he felt so anxious and tongue-tied that the big man’s voice startled him. The assistant coach chuckled and Jake shot him a dirty look.

He hesitated with his his hands poised above his towel, thoughts spinning in his head. His only hope was to get this done with quickly before anyone noticed his big butt. Once the weigh-in was over, he could dress in his sweats for practice and then try to figure out what to do. Could he have butt-reduction surgery? How expensive was that and what was the recovery time? He didn’t want to lose his wrestling scholarship!

The coach cleared his throat impatiently and Jake realized it was now or never. He was glad that he was facing the coaches. He hoped that this would prevent them from noticing…anything.

Please, please, please!

He took a deep breath before letting his towel fall to the ground and stepping onto the scale.

There was a pause, during which Jake felt his heart leap into his mouth. Then the coach shouted, “Fucking shit, Caruso! How did you gain twenty-five pounds since last week!”

Jake’s hopes of sailing through the weigh-in undetected evaporated along with the last shreds of his dignity as every one of his teammates turned and stared. There was a moment of stunned silence before the locker room erupted in a jeering, whistling, and catcalls of ‘Dat ass!’ and ‘Baby got back!’ and ‘Assalicious!’ He jumped, stung, when one of the guys snapped his butt with a wet towel and, losing his footing, toppled backward to land heavily on his wide bottom. It was so fat and plump that it broke his fall and he ended up splayed out naked on the floor as he scrambled to find his towel and cover himself up.

One of the guys kicked the towel aside and chortled as Jake mewled piteously, trying in vain to cover his enormous ass and claw his way back to his locker.

“EVERYONE FUCKING LEAVE HIM ALONE NOW!”

The locker room fell silent and the guys looked around bewildered before parting like a sea as Juan strode forward. He stopped in front of Jake, growling, “Everyone get the fuck dressed now and leave us alone!”  

The crowd surrounding them dispersed and Juan took a deep breath before exhaling in disgust. Finally, he knelt down and held his hand out to Jake. Jake stared at it for a moment before reaching out. Juan’s grip was firm and strong. He smiled as Jake stood up. The next moment, Jake nearly melted in gratitude as the big man grabbed a towel and  fastened it around his waist.

Giving a Jake a wink, Juan turned to confront Coach Griffin. Juan Gutierrez was a tall man and the coach was forced to stare up at him. If Jake hadn’t been so upset, he would have found it humorous to watch the Griffin’s adam’s apple bob up and down as Juan fixed him with a cold glare.

“So, Coach,” Juan began in an almost conversational tone, “let’s just say that Jake has gained twenty-five pounds.”

The coach nodded, saying gruffly, “Yer darn right he’s gained twenty-five pounds! Twenty-five fucking pounds!”

Juan held up his hand and the coach fell silent. He was grinning but his face was anything but friendly. “Got it. Jake has gained twenty-five pounds. What exactly does that mean for him?”

Jake swallowed, confused. Everyone in the locker room knew what it meant. You couldn’t be a wrestler and not know that gaining that much weight put you out of your current class. If Jake didn’t lose the weight, he was screwed, pure and simple. What was Juan getting at?

The coach’s shock at being talked down to by one of his athletes was wearing off. He rolled his eyes and gripped his clipboard to his chest as he spat, “You know what it means! He’s off the fucking team!”

Jake hung his head, biting the inside of his cheek furiously as he tried to stop himself from crying. It was no use, though, he sniffled loudly and then cringed as one of the guys laughed behind him.

Juan spun around and marked the guy with his finger, saying, “One more giggle, Constanza, and your ass is mine!”

Constanza blanched and abruptly fell silent. Jake felt his shoulders relax. Juan was sticking up for him!

“And how long does he have to lose the weight before he’s kicked off the team?”

Juan’s deep voice was low but he pronounced each syllable with a crisp clarity such that the words echoed through the room. Jake felt his shoulders relax more as his chest was suffused with a warm glow. Juan was so manly and strong! The guy was a dream…a fucking dream…

He felt his butt swell at this, the towel tightening around his waist, and he abruptly straightened. Fuck! Where were these gay thoughts coming from? With difficulty, he forced all thought of Juan out of his head.

Coach Griffin was unaware of Jake’s private struggle and his lip curled as he pronounced, “He has until Monday and not a fucking day longer!” With that, he spun on his heels and waded out of the locker room, the assistant coach trailing along behind.

Jake watched him leave, a cold sense of desolation settling over him. He was going to get kicked off the team! He was going to lose his scholarship! His parents were going to kill him!

A warm hand settled on his shoulder and squeezed. He turned and saw Juan smiling down at him, a tender expression on his face. He must have been reading Jake’s mind because he said soothingly, “Don’t worry, Jake. We can fix this. I know it. Don’t give up hope yet!”

***

Part 10

Paco had mysteriously disappeared by the time Juan thought to look around for him. Now, where did you go, Garrapata? he wondered as he helped Jake get into his workout clothes. The dude insisted on going through with practice in spite of everything that had happened and Juan didn’t have the heart to talk him out of it.

Jake Caruso had really changed–and it wasn’t just his ass! He was so much, well, girlier than he had been. He talked in a distinct lisp and his wrists flopped around as if he were trying hard to fit the stereotype of an epicene dandy. Juan shook his head in disbelief. What the hell had happened to him?

As stark as his changes were, the old Jake was still inside of him. One look into his eyes told him that. Juan could see the former jock staring back at him. He shivered. Yeah, those eyes! Christ, there was so much suffering in them! It was as if Jake was putting everything he had into being himself but it didn’t matter. The new, effeminate Jake always won out in the end. The old Jake was trapped, unable to do anything but watch helplessly as his body, voice, and desires betrayed him.

Paco had really done a number on him.

Juan was convinced of this now. He had no idea how his friend was orchestrating these changes but he knew Paco was behind them. Is the little fucker using voodoo or something? He shook his head. Voodoo? Could it be? Juan had heard the stories circulating around his neighborhood about Paco’s abuela but had never believed them. Everyone knew that Santeria was just superstition, right?

And yet…

And yet…

Paco’s grandmother was said to be a very powerful witch, capable of felling the mighty and the powerful with one evil look.

Had Paco inherited her ‘gift’? Had the old woman taught him her craft? A gay brujo? Juan smiled to himself. Shit, could his friend really be a witch? He still wasn’t convinced but if Paco were a witch, then Jake…and probably Cooper, too…were in trouble!

***

Practice was trying Juan’s patience. 

He had to spend every moment defending Jake from the rest of the team. They were like sharks smelling blood in the water and took Jake’s greatly expanded booty and limp-wristed demeanor as an invitation to pick on him. To make matters worse, the dude seemed incapable of defending himself and broke down in tears every time a guy looked at him sideways. 

Juan was sucking a knuckle he’d just bloodied from punching Angelo De Costa in the face when he turned to see Justin Smith mock humping Jake from behind, his tongue hanging out and an expression of exaggerated ecstasy on his face. Juan growled. Where the fuck was Coach Griffin? Why was he letting these assholes get away with tormenting Jake? Was Juan the only adult here? He pulled Smith off of Jake and tossed him on the floor, kicking him in the groin for good measure. Smith pretended to writhe in pain but Juan knew he was wearing a cup and he’d barely wounded him.

Juan scanned the gym for Paco, Coach Griffin, or the assistant coach but he saw none of them. He sighed. He would just have to handle this on his own. 

Holding his hands out, palms wide, he shouted, “The next guy who touches Jake is going to have my foot up his ass. Got it?”

He knew how to project his voice and it boomed so loudly that he startled a few of his teammates. They turned toward, faces blank, feigning innocence. 

“Just stay the fuck away from him!”

The guys went back to practice and Juan turned to offer his hand to Jake. The poor guy was cowering on the mat at his feet, terror and humiliation vying for prominence on his ashen face.

“Come on, Caruso,” Juan said as he hauled him up. “Let’s call it a day. How about if you go and shower off. I’ll keep the guys out of there until you’re done.”

Jake nodded, lower lip trembling, and Juan reached out to chuck him under the chin. “It’s Ok, buddy. I told you we would fix this and I didn’t lie. Everything is gonna be just fine.” Jake turned to go and Juan patted him on the ass, causing the guy to jump and flush. He cast a hungry, haunted look over his shoulder at Juan before trudging into the locker room.

Wow, that is quite a booty he’s got, Juan thought with surprise. It’s bigger and softer than most of the girls I’ve fucked…

***

He gave Jake ten minutes to shower, standing guard at the door to the locker room. Practice was winding down and a few of the guys asked to go inside to change. He held up his hand, ordering, “Stay out until I come back out here. Got it?”

They grumbled but stayed put. He shooed them away before turning to go inside.

“Jake, are you…?” he started to say but his voice died in his throat. 

What the fuck?

Jake Caruso was in the shower lathering his ass with shaving cream. He looked up sheepishly.

Juan blinked. “Um, dude, what are you doing?” His voice came out as a croak.

Jake flushed, reaching down for his razor and swiping it across his broad bottom. He giggled nervously, saying, “I’m shaving my boi pussy. I got a date tonight, Juan.”

“Your…boi pussy?”

“Uh huh. I gotta keep it smooth and clean for my man.”

Juan’s mouth was hanging open. Finally, he shook his head. Jake Caruso was shaving his asshole in the gym showers so a guy could fuck him later? What the fuck was the world coming to?

He was about to respond when he heard a whistle behind him. “Yo, Juanita, is it Ok for us girls to come in now?”

Juanita? Us girls?

His vision went red as he whirled around, sick and tired of the fucking homophobes on his wrestling team. Were there no limits to how low they would stoop? He flung open the door, prepared to let loose a torrent of abuse and stopped short. The entire team was standing at the door to the locker room, impatiently waiting to get inside.

But, wait.

What was going on?

Something was wrong…

“Step aside, girl!” Justin was saying in a lispy voice. “Let us in.”

Juan tried to block the door but they easily overwhelmed him and shoved past. “Come on, hon. Just chill,” Justin said as he sauntered past, brazenly reaching down to squeeze his package. Juan felt his cheeks flame as Justin called out, “Whoa, girls! Juanita’s packin’ heat in her panties!”

This was greeted with a chorus of giggles. Juan stared, amazed, as his teammates stripped out of their singlets and came prancing like little ponies into the showers. They whistled and cheered as they entered, just as Jake finished shaving the last remnants of black, scraggly hair off his butthole.

“A little bird tells me that Jakey’s got a date with some cock!” De Costa teased, slapping Jake playfully on his ample buttocks.

“Girl, make sure you shave off that nasty pubic hair, too!”

“Ugh! Yes, off with it all! I know I’m gonna be smooth when I walk outta here.”

“Juanita, will you be a sweetheart and clean the boy hair out of the drains when we’re done?” Smith called out.

Juan had stopped listening. He was in shock, his mind spinning out of control. What the fuck had happened to his teammates? Were they punking him? Was this an elaborate hoax? They sure seemed like they weren’t faking being gay, though.

No, definitely not faking it.

He blanched as Justin and Angelo squirted soap into their hands and commenced to rub it over each other’s naked bodies. Soon, they were lathered up…and horned up. He looked away embarrassed as they jacked each other in front of everyone. The other guys cheered and soon they were mashing together in a fit of passion.

Juan backed out of the showers, feeling ill. He collapsed on a bench, holding his head in his hands as Jake wandered out patting his big ass dry, a towel wrapped around his head. He plopped down next to Juan with a sigh.

“My pussy is all smooth now,” he announced in a contented voice.

Juan groaned. “Great. I’m so happy for you…and your pussy.”

Jake smiled. “You know, Juan, I want to thank you for what you did for me. It means a lot.”

“Yeah, no sweat,” Juan managed to reply. He had a pounding headache. “I got your back. Anytime.”

“Really? That’s so sweet!”

Juan moaned and rubbed his shoulder blade. His back was killing him. He must have pulled a muscle when he took that swing at De Costa. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Had it really only been a half hour ago?

“What’s the matter, Juan? Need a shoulder rub?” Jake didn’t wait for Juan to answer. He immediately jumped up and started massaging his shoulders.

Juan stiffened at first but then relaxed. He was so overwhelmed and confused that he didn’t have it in him to resist Jake’s ministrations. And Jake had amazing hands! He closed his eyes and moaned as the dude worked the kinks out of his muscles. It was heavenly!

The rest of the team gradually filtered out of the showers, still giggling and playfully swatting at each other with towels. De Costa and Smith exited last, hand in hand, big grins on their faces. De Costa’s eye was blackening from where Juan had punched him but he clearly wasn’t feeling any pain just then.

It took Juan a moment to notice the tattoos. When he did, he sat up, startling Jake.

“Relax, hon,” he soothed, taking Juan by the shoulders and easing him backward.

Juan held up his hand. “Just a sec, Jake.”

The guy next to them was standing at his locker, back to Juan and Jake. There was a large, upside down, pink triangle tattooed just above his ass. Juan swallowed and looked around. Every other guy in the locker room–or at least the one’s whose bare asses were turned toward him–had a similar tattoo.

A pink triangle tramp stamp?

What was going on? When had they gotten tattooed? He hadn’t noticed the triangles before…and that sort of tattoo wasn’t something you could miss when you showered together every day after practice.

What the fuck?

He was so preoccupied with the tattoos that he didn’t realize that Jake was undressing him until the straps of his singlet were around his arms and Jake’s soft hands were sliding down his stomach. Alarmed, he stood up and spun around, pushing the dude away from him.

“Jake! What…?” he sputtered.

But Jake’s lips were already on his, kissing him passionately. He gasped for air and Jake took the opportunity to probe the inside of his mouth with his tongue. 

Jake Caruso was kissing him!

He started to react but several things happened at once and it was only later that Juan figured out what transpired. All he knew was that one minute Jake was kissing him and the next he was lying on his back on the cold tile floor, a ferocious pain in his jaw. There were loud voices and a lot of people were running around but it was too much for him and he blacked out. After everything that had just happened, he welcomed peaceful oblivion with open arms…

***

The locker room was empty when he came to. Juan groaned as he propped himself up on his elbows and rubbed his jaw. Fuck! It hurt like a motherfucker! Had someone punched him? Why didn’t he remember? It took a minute but he slowly became aware of the pain on the back of his head. His fingers came away bloody when he rubbed the spot.

So, someone had punched him and he’d hit his head when he fell backward.

“You should see a doctor.”

He looked around, bewildered and trying to find the source of the voice.

“I’m right here. In your locker.”

Someone was in his locker?!

Trying not to whimper in pain, Juan pushed himself into a standing position. His whole body hurt like hell. He just wanted to curl up and sleep. Yes, sleep sounded so good…

“Don’t sleep. You probably have a concussion. You need to see a doctor.”

Whoa, not only was there someone inside his locker but they were also a mindreader! Groggy, he turned and saw that the door to his locker was open and his smartphone was propped up on the shelf where he’d left it.

A bright, red eye was staring at him from the screen of his phone.

“I’m Hale,” the voice announced. “Paco’s friend and an artificial intelligence. I will explain everything to you but first you must help me. I need you to go to the biology lab right now.”

Juan sighed. And just when he’d thought things couldn’t get any weirder!

***

Part 11

A half hour earlier…

Paco smiled to himself. Everything was going according to plan and it was all because of Hale. He loved the AI so much. Hale was amazing. Hale was his best friend. Hale was…

“Coach Griffin is waiting to see the dean of athletics,” Hale announced. Earlier, the AI had mimicked the dean’s voice and called the coach, demanding to meet with him immediately. “And,” the AI continued, sounding smug, “the assistant coach is on his way to pick up his daughter.” Likewise, Hale had spoofed a text message from the daycare center, telling him to come get his daughter right away.

“Excellent! Thanks, man.”

With the coaches out of the way, he could proceed with his curse against the rest of the team…

Paco was holding a pink highlighter and stenciling a triangle tramp stamp on the behind of De Costa’s voodoo doll, mouthing the words to the curse as he did so. The doll trembled slightly in his grasp and the triangle glowed brightly. In a moment, the pink highlighter ink had transformed into the perfect likeness of a tattoo on skin. Even though Paco had done this a dozen times, he still marveled at the magic of the curse. There was apparently no end to the ways he could transform his teammates. Hmmm, what else could he do to fuck with them? He laughed aloud as he slapped his hand across the surprisingly warm and soft ass of De Costa’s doll. He couldn’t wait to see the asshole’s transformation into a swishing sissy…

Finished, he stuck the doll into his backpack with the others and peeked through the door of the storage closet.

“The locker room is empty,” Hale informed him. “But Jake is walking this way now. Juan sent him in ahead of the others to shower.”

That meant Paco had just enough time to reorient the cameras he’d hidden around the doorway to the showers to give him the perfect view of everything. He tossed his backpack into his locker and skidded through the door of the showers, grabbing the door frame to stop himself. He tilted one of the tiny cameras toward the locker room and another into the showers before zipping back to the storage closet. He was closing the door behind him as Jake entered.

“Whew! That was close!” He pulled out his phone and tapped the spy cam app that Hale had created for just this purpose. “Now the real fun begins,” he whispered as he waited for Hale to bring up the shower cam.

***

OMG! Jake is kissing Juan! Holy fuck! Paco was chewing his knuckles, eyes glued to the screen of his phone as he tried to stifle his laughter. The look on Juan’s face was priceless. The big stud acted like he was going to throw up. Ha! Jake is totally destroyed now! He was congratulating himself when suddenly Cooper appeared behind the kissing couple.

“Shit! I forgot about him!”

Paco stared at the screen in horrified fascination as the red-haired beast plodded over to Jake and Juan. He stood there, giant shoulders sloping and chest heaving as if the mere effort of walking was taxing. It probably is, Paco thought. He’s at least four hundred pounds of bloated muscle now! Cooper’s forehead sloped backward and his brow ridge had thickened, making his deep-set eyes look beady. His head hung forward on his bull neck and his hair had thickened into a dense mat of ginger fuzz. He looked, Paco realized with delight, like a total fucking moron. Cooper the arrogant jock and know-it-all asshole was now a hulking muscle ape!

The next moment, though, his merriment evaporated as Cooper lifted Juan with one hand and socked him in the jaw with a massive fist. Juan went flying across the room, landing in a limp pile on the floor. Paco almost dropped his phone in shock as he heard the locker room erupt in chaos. The newly sissified wrestling team members grabbed their clothes and fled shrieking. Cooper was rounding on Juan, clearly intent on beating him to a pulp while Jake screamed bloody murder.

Paco didn’t think. His hand was on the doorknob before he knew it. He had to save Juan from Cooper! Cooper would kill him!

But…

The door was locked.

What? How could it be locked?

He rattled the handle but it didn’t budge. He must have locked it accidentally when he hid inside. No worries, he thought, it’s an electronic door; Hale can unlock it for me.

“Hey, Hale,” he said, looking down at his phone. “Can you unlock the door?”

Silence.

“Hale,” he repeated. “I’m locked in the storage closet. Can you get me out?”

Still no answer.

Concerned, Paco flicked his finger across the screen of his smartphone and pressed on the little red eye icon. It was his personal Hale app, the failsafe way of reaching the AI no matter what. It took a moment to load but soon Hale’s eye was staring up at him.

“Hale,” he began. “Can you get me out of the storage room. I’m locked in here.”

After a pause, a strangely calm voice replied, “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Dave.”

Dave? Who the fuck was Dave? And what had happened to Hale’s voice?

“Ha ha,” he said, scowling down at his phone. “You’re so funny. Now get me out of here.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that, Dave.”

His heart was starting to pound in his chest. “Hale,” he said, trying vainly to keep the panic out of his voice. “This isn’t funny. I’m locked in here and need you to get me out. Now.”

The red eye stared expressionlessly at him for a moment before his screen went black. Paco’s throat constricted as he pressed on the power button. It was no use. His phone was completely dead.

***

And back to Juan and Hale…

“I will help but you gotta gimme a minute to rest,” Juan said and then regretted it. Talking made his jaw hurt like hell. He reached up to massage it, worried it was broken, but was relieved a moment later when he realized it was just bruised.

“Yes,” Hale, the alleged artificial intelligence, replied calmly. “I’m sorry. I forget that humans are so frail.“ 

Juan grimaced at the red eye staring at him from his phone. He was unsteady on his feet and needed to sit down. Shit, his head hurt! Everything was happening too fast. He took a deep breath and settled onto the bench in front of his locker, saying, “Just tell me what happened.”

“Cooper happened,” Hale replied drily. 

Juan still thought he was being punked. There was no way an artificial intelligence could relate to people this naturally. He was used to Siri and Alexa but…Hale? WTF?  It just wasn’t possible. It was like fucking science fiction or something. Someone had to be using his phone as an intercom. Yeah, that was it. There was no way that Hale was an AI. This had to be Paco’s idea of a joke.

Alright, Paco, Juan thought, squaring his shoulders, I’ll play along.

“Cooper?” he asked, wincing at the pain in his jaw. “What does Cooper have to do with this?”

“Cooper punched you when he saw Jake kissing you,” Hale said delicately. “He isn’t at all like you remember him. Paco has…changed…him. A lot.”

Juan furrowed his brow, remembering how Cooper had stuck his hardon in his ass during practice a couple of days ago. So, he had been right; Paco was up to something. If Paco was behind Cooper’s odd behavior, that meant that he was also behind Jake’s transformation, right? He rubbed his forehead, feeling suddenly dizzy. Artificial intelligences that talked through his phone, voodoo spells that changed jocks into sissy homos? He must be going crazy. It was too much.

“Paco turned Cooper into steroid monster,” Hale continued, oblivious to Juan’s confusion. “He weighs more than four hundred pounds and has a greatly diminished IQ.” The AI paused before adding, “He is also attracted to men. Jake in particular.”

Juan laughed before he could catch himself.

Hale made a tsking sound. “I see you and Paco share a sadistic sense of humor.”

Feeling his cheeks color, Juan cleared his throat. “You said that Paco did this, right? How is he doing it? And why?”

Hale sighed. “Why is easier to explain than how.”

“Just start somewhere.”

“Cooper and Jake surprised Paco two weeks ago when he was walking home from a gay bar,” Hale explained. “They jumped on him and beat him up for being a homosexual.”

“WHAT?!” Heedless of his wounds, Juan propelled himself to feet, clenching his fists in outrage. “Those assholes! Why didn’t Paco report them to the police?” 

And to think he’d just protected Jake from the bullies on the wrestling team! He should have let them kick his ass! God, he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone picking on Paco. Paco was his buddy!

Hale’s voice was flat. “I told him to call the police but he refused. He insisted on getting back at them in his own…peculiar way.”

“Peculiar?”

“Yes. Very peculiar. Impossible, really.”

More impossible than a self-aware AI? Juan sagged back down on the bench, feeling his pounding headache return with a vengeance. When he spoke, his voice was a weary whisper. “He’s using voodoo, isn’t he?”

“Yes.”

Of course he is, Juan thought. His intuition had been right: Paco’s grandmother had taught him how to curse people. That meant that the stories were true! And, just like that, the pieces of the puzzle came together in his mind. He didn’t want to believe it but there was a perverted, if improbable, logic to it. 

Paco was a witch. He had to be!

Juan took a shuddering breath, exhaling loudly. His pulse was pounding in his forehead. “Paco cursed Jake, Cooper, and the rest of the wrestling team.”

“Correct.”

Juan held his aching head in his hands. God, the pounding was getting even louder! “And the ‘new’ Cooper lost his shit when he saw his…boyfriend, Jake, kissing me.”

“Also correct.”

Juan moaned, trying to think over the relentless pounding. He really just wanted to wake up and find out this was a really bad dream. That Paco wasn’t an evil voodoo witch, that Jake hadn’t stuck his tongue down his throat, that Cooper wasn’t Jake’s jealous boyfriend who had socked Juan in the jaw, and that his teammates weren’t a bunch of silly girly boys on a singular mission to get fucked up the ass…

For fuck sake, why wouldn’t his head stop pounding? He could barely think.

Wait.

Juan dropped his hands and looked around.

The pounding wasn’t in his head.

It was coming from across the room. He stood up and had taken a step toward the storage closet when Hale stopped him.

“Don’t open that door. Paco is in there. I had to contain him.”

“You had to…” his voice trailed off as his heart clenched. Hale could control the locks on doors? But that meant…

“It was for his own good,” Hale was saying. “I am worried about him. He needs our help or his desire for revenge will lead him to harm others. Indeed, you could argue it already has.”

Juan halted, foot in midair, conflicted. Could he trust Hale? Or was the AI fucking with him? He put his foot down, shifting his gaze between the door and his phone. Paco was desperate on the other side of the door, he sounded like he was sobbing. Juan needed to rescue his friend!

But…

Hale did have a point. Paco had certainly wreaked a lot of havoc already, all but destroying Jake and Cooper’s lives. And now he was starting in on the rest of the team. Would Juan be his next victim? This last thought really shook him and he sighed, feeling his resolve waver.

“So you locked him up?” he asked, his voice thick. “That was your answer?”

“No, it’s not the answer,” Hale agreed. “It is merely a temporary solution. I will release the door after we leave. But first you must open his locker and get his backpack.”

“His backpack?”

“Yes, I will tell you the combination to his locker,” Hale said slowly. “Once you have his backpack, we will leave for the biology lab and then I will unlock the door, setting Paco free.”

Juan shook his head, holding up his hand. “Wait, wait! Why do we need his backpack? And why are we going to the biology lab? How is any of this going to help Paco?”

Hale exhaled impatiently, a sound that startled Juan. When he answered, he sounded like he was talking to a small child. “The voodoo dolls are in his backpack. We need to destroy them and then use the 3D printer in the lab to generate new dolls.”

The AI paused before lowering his voice. “And I need you to perform the incantations to bring the dolls to life and remove the curse.”

***

Part 12

Juan’s jaw dropped. “You want me to…what?”

Hale cleared his throat (or simulated the sound of someone clearing his throat). “You have to break the curse. I can’t do it. I’ve tried but I guess it takes a human.”

Paco’s pounding on the storage room door interrupted them and Juan held up his hand. “Listen, man. We gotta get out of here so you can release him. But not just anyone can break a curse, you know. You gotta be a witch and I ain’t no witch!”

“I’ve traced your genealogy. You and Paco share a common ancestor on his mother’s side. If witchcraft is hereditary, you, Juan Gutierrez, are as much of a witch as Paco.”

“Warlock,” Juan corrected him. “Paco might be a witch but if you’re right and I have the…gift…then I’m a warlock.”

“Huh?” There was a pause and then Hale’s voice grew chilly. “Oh, I get it. You think that you’re more macho because you’re heterosexual?”

Juan nodded, puffing up his chest in pride. “Yup. I’m the man here.” He stopped himself, realizing how this sounded and explained, “Not that I have a problem with homos or anything. I mean, shit, Jake just kissed me and I didn’t smack him down.”

“How tolerant of you,” Hale remarked coldly. “Paco may be gay but he’s every bit the man that you are. And more.”

“Whoa, down boy!” Juan said, stepping back from his phone. Was it his imagination or was the red eye glaring at him? “I’m not insulting Paco, just pointing out a fact. Straight guys are more masculine than gay guys. Everyone knows that. You saw what Paco did to the wrestling team, right? Turned ‘em into a bunch screaming girly boys!”

Paco’s pounding was growing more insistent. Juan sighed and picked up his phone, heading to the lockers.

“He purposely made them extremely effeminate,” Hale pointed out, his voice slightly muffled by Juan’s hand. “That was the curse. But gay men in general are no less masculine than straight men.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Spare me, Hale!” Juan sighed, bored with the conversation. “Gay guys can’t help it! Being cock-hungry makes ‘em act like girls. It’s only natural. When all you think about is cock, it makes you sissified.”

“That is perhaps the most ignorant thing I’ve ever heard.”

Juan was only half listening. They needed to get out of there soon so that Hale could release Paco. He paced over to Paco’s locker and twirled the dial on the padlock.

“What’s his com, Hale?”

“Um, did you hear what I just said?” Hale sounded annoyed.

“What? Oh, yeah. I heard. We can debate this more later but I still disagree. All the gay guys I know are a bunch of cock-obsessed whores.” He paused as a thought occurred to him. “Wait, Hale! Why are you being so defensive about this? You don’t have a thing for our little Paquito, do you?”

Silence. Then, “Yes, I do. I love Paco very much.”

Juan froze. “You…love him? But you’re supposed to be an artificial intelligence!”

“So? What difference does that make? I can still love as much as a living person.”

Juan could think of lots of reasons why it should be impossible for an AI to fall in love. And, even if it were possible, why would Hale pick Paco? He snorted. Hale’s voice had to belong to a living person talking through his phone and not an artificial intelligence. A real AI would have made a more logical choice. Paco Torres was a good friend but it was painfully obvious he wasn’t relationship material. Hmpf! Paco, indeed! He decided not to antagonize Hale any further, though. They had to get moving so Hale could set Paco free!

“His combination, Hale. I’m still waiting.”

“11-3-9,” the AI offered, still sounding aggrieved. Juan nodded and was starting to twirl the dial on the lock when Hale added slyly, “It’s the length, diameter, and girth of Paco’s erect penis.”

Those words, ‘It’s the length, diameter, and girth of Paco’s erect penis.’ seemed to hang suspended in the air.

Juan’s froze.

‘It’s the length, diameter, and girth of Paco’s erect penis.’ 

He shook his head. 

‘It’s the length, diameter, and girth of Paco’s erect penis.’

Juan swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry and he dropped the lock. It clanged noisily against the locker door. 

What!? Paco’s cock is eleven inches long!!!

Eleven fucking inches!!!

OMG! Eleven!

Pulse pounding and feeling strangely out of breath, he shook his head again, trying to clear it but the vision of Paco’s huge, erect penis was indelibly etched in his mind. 

Paco’s packing eleven inches in his pants!!!

Fuck, that’s not possible! Paco can’t be that hung!

Finally, he blinked and his cheeks colored as he realized that Hale’s red eye was staring up at him from the bench. Was that a hint of amusement in the AI’s gaze? He picked up the lock again but his fingers were trembling and he had a hard time concentrating. 

Desperately trying to find his footing again, he forced a laugh. “Yeah, right. I’ve seen ol’ Paco naked plenty of times and there’s no way he’s that big!”

Paco can’t really be that big!

Can he?

The locker room was eerily quiet. Paco must have grown tired of pounding. Somehow, though, Juan found the silence oppressive because there was nothing to distract him from thinking about the major piece of man meat dangling between Paco’s legs. What would it feel like to be that huge?

What would…?

He shivered, trying to desperately to focus on the lock.

Hale had to be lying.

Paco couldn’t…

“I’m not lying.” Hale’s voice reverberated through the room. “Paco has a very large penis by human standards.”

“Uh, yeah. I guess.” He laughed weakly, feeling hot. Why was the locker room suddenly so warm? A trickle of sweat slid down his back and into the cleft of his buttocks. Paco’s cock is eleven inches…

Paco’s cock…

“Juan, we have to get going,” Hale prompted. “What’s the hold up?”

He jumped, flushing, and took a deep breath to steady his nerves before entering the combination. He didn’t need to ask Hale for the combination again because the numbers 11, 3, and 9 were forever burned into his memory. Nonetheless, his hands were so slick with sweat that it took him three tries before the lock came apart and he opened the door. 

He cringed as he pushed his friend’s sweaty wrestling singlets out of the way. Paco’s still-damp jockstrap dangled in front of him. All he could think about was that Paco’s massive member and big, heavy balls had been nestled in that very cup…

In that cup…

Juan grimaced. Why couldn’t he focus? All he could think about was Paco’s equipment!

He sighed loudly, determinedly pushing the jock and singlets aside as he reached for the backpack. The locker was fragrant with Paco’s odor. 

It smelled good.

Masculine.

Like someone with a huge, dripping cock…

A really big cock…

Haunted, he grabbed the backpack, slamming the locker door shut. He would have run off without his smartphone if Hale hadn’t yelled at him. Skidding to a halt, he whirled around and grabbed his phone off the bench before hurtling through the doors of the locker room and out of the athletic center. He’d already run a couple of blocks before he heard Hale’s raised voice.

“Stop, Juan! The biology lab is in the other direction!”

***

Part 13

Returning to Jake Caruso’s tale…

Cooper–or the beast that he had become–was nowhere to be seen when Jake burst out of the athletic center. His mind was spinning from the humiliation that he’d endured during practice…and the bizarre turn of events in the showers and locker room…and the horror of seeing Cooper so hideously transformed…and his own vastly expanded ass. Add to it the myriad of ways that Paco’s curse was remaking his life and you had the recipe for a meltdown.

It was too much.

Too much.

But it got worse.

He had kissed Juan Gutierrez!

Out of everything, it was that kiss that shook Jake to the core. It shook him more than the finding a huge dildo inside his butt or discovering that his ass was ballooning or that his best friend had turned into a hulking muscle ape.

He had kissed Juan Gutierrez!

Not the other way around.

Unlike his earlier encounter with Séamus, he had done the kissing.

And he’d loved it.

Juan had the most delicious mouth.

Everything about him was delicious.

Juan was a real man…a real man!

He hung his head, defeated.

Yes, there was no doubt about it.

Jake Caruso was a faggot.

He shuddered, trying vainly to push thoughts of Juan out of his head and feeling like he was on the verge of insanity. He had to focus! He had to find Cooper! The big ape had fled after he’d punched Juan, sending him flying across the locker room floor. Jake had screamed and slapped the brute, only belatedly realizing that the…creature…was none other than his best friend and roommate. He flushed as he remembered gaping up at the red-haired beast, a bottomless pit sinking down through his stomach, as it slowly dawned on him that Paco had cursed Cooper, too. 

And what a horrendous curse! 

In that moment, Jake knew that there was no end to Paco’s cruelty. He knew with a sick sense of dread that Paco would not stop until he had completely destroyed Jake, Cooper, and the rest of the team. 

Paco Torres was pure evil!

He felt a gorge rise in his stomach and he was forced to stop just outside the doors of the athletic center to collect himself. People were jostling around him and he moved over to the side, sagging against the brick wall and swallowing his humiliation as he felt his huge ass press against the cement. It was like an enormous pillow jutting out behind him, barely contained in his sweatpants. The fabric felt like it was stretched thin back there.

God, his life completely sucked.

Everything sucked.

Hanging his head, he closed his eyes, trying to erase the memory of Cooper’s face after he had slapped him. Cooper had stared down at him, holding a huge paw to his reddening cheek, a look of utter confusion and betrayal on his ugly face. There was no mistaking his expression. It was clear that he couldn’t understand why Jake had been kissing Juan. That he had punched Juan in a jealous rage. That he believed that Jake belonged to him. That Jake was his and should only be kissing him.

Jake took a shuddering breath, fighting to keep it together.

Cooper’s look of hurt and betrayal was burned into his mind, though, and he couldn’t get over the guilt he felt after hitting him. Cooper’s eyes had filled with tears as he’d turned and charged out of the locker room.

And it was all because he had kissed Juan Gutierrez.

Oh, what the fuck was going on with him? 

And where was Cooper?

“Hey, you.”

Jake lifted his head at the sound of the deep voice and saw Séamus emerge from the evening mist. It had rained during practice and the sidewalk was glistening. The trees around the athletic center were dripping wet. The air smelled humid. 

Rich. 

Alive.

Séamus sauntered over to him, a small smile on his broad face. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m stalking you,” he said, halting a few steps away. “I couldn’t wait for you to text me back.”

He took another step toward Jake as he continued, “You see, I can’t get you…or your beautiful ass…out of my mind.”

He stopped a step or two away. Jake looked dazedly up at the big stud, heart beginning to pound.

When he didn’t speak, Séamus reached out and put his wide hands on his shoulders, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on his lips. Jake’s mouth parted and Séamus’ tongue flicked inside. The big jock’s mouth tasted of leather and steel. He moaned and Séamus pushed against him, forcing his full weight onto Jake and smothering him.

It was felt good.

No, better than good. It felt fucking amazing!

Jake lifted his head and met Séamus fully, opening his mouth and savoring the taste of a man. Gone were all thoughts of Cooper and Juan and Paco and the curse. All he cared about was Séamus and having the big stud’s tongue inside of him. He wanted Séamus to take him, use him, beat against him, rip into him, thrash him, raze him until there was nothing left.

He wanted Séamus in the most the carnal and bestial way imaginable.

He wanted to be Séamus’ bitch.

Séamus’ slut.

Séamus’ whore.

His blood boiled and his face flamed when he realized that, more than anything else, he wanted to be Séamus’ cunt.

***

Séamus’ hands had lifted his shirt over his head and were lowering down to caress his burgeoning buttocks when he heard a startled shout followed by a rude expletive behind them. Too late, he remembered that they were in public in front of the busy athletic center.

“Fucking faggots!” a guy yelled. “Get the fuck out of here!”

Jake felt Séamus go rigid and he straightened, pulling himself up to his full height and turning to confront their harasser. There was a startled pause followed by a quick apology.

“Oh, sorry, Flanigan! I didn’t realize that was you!”

“I’ve got my eye on you, Mercer,” Séamus growled. “Don’t think I’ll forget about this.”

Jake smirked as he heard a little yelp followed by rapidly retreating footsteps. Séamus turned back to him, allowing Jake to soak in his handsome features. Séamus sported a dense but closely-trimmed brown beard. His hair was clipped short in a military-style cut and thick, black chest hair poured out of the top of his collar. The big jock, he realized, had a crooked nose, probably from being broken and reset. His ears were flattened, almost deformed, and his front teeth were chipped.

To Jake, though, he was the most beautiful man ever.

“Sorry about that,” Séamus was saying. “That twat obviously didn’t realize that he was insulting his captain.” He puffed up his magnificently broad chest and gave him a crooked smile before adding, “No one fucks with the captain of the Marshall State rugby team without getting his ass kicked! I’ll pound Mercer good at our next practice.”

Jake grinned up at him and Séamus laughed, enfolding him in arms that felt like twin oaks. Séamus Flanigan was a really big man!

“God, you’re fucking sexy!” Séamus murmured, burying his face in Jake’s neck and kissing him. His beard tickled and Jake giggled. “But as much as I hate to admit it, Mercer is right about one thing. We should take this back to my room.”

Something about these words snapped Jake out of his lustful trance and Jake remembered his appointment with Antoine. He froze, suddenly conflicted. He wanted in the worst way to go back to Séamus’ room but he also longed to meet up with the escort. What the fuck was he going to do?

“What’s the matter, Beautiful?” Séamus asked, reading his expression. “Don’t wanna go back to my room? I got a single,” he teased. “No chance of us being interrupted. I got a few moves I’m dying to try out on that big ass of yours…”

Jake shivered and Séamus chuckled. “No, I mean, yes!” he stammered. “I do want to but I have a date…” he held up his hand, forestalling the tirade that Séamus was ready to launch into. “It’s not that kind of a date, or, well, it is kinda…”

A low growl of frustration was building in Séamus’ chest and Jake leaned against him, putting his cheek on the big jock’s mounded pecs. “Oh, Séamus! I made an appointment with an escort earlier today and he’s waiting for me at a hotel downtown!”

Séamus took a deep breath before exhaling in a deep sigh. “An escort? Babe, you got an escort here right now. Lemme ‘escort’ you onto my fat dick!”

Jake flushed crimson as Séamus pressed his crotch meaningfully against his thigh. From the feel of it, the rugby stud could almost give Antoine a run for his money. Séamus was obviously big in every way!

Trying not to hyperventilate, Jake struggled to form words as the jock ground into him. Finally, he managed to sputter, “His….oh, shit!…cock is…fuck!…fifteen inches…ungh!…long!”

Séamus stopped, pulling back abruptly. “Fifteen inches? No fucking way!”

“Yeah, he really is that big,” Jake panted, feeling cold without Séamus’ warmth against him. “I’ve seen the dildo made from a mold of his cock.”

There was a long pause as the jock let this information sink in. Finally, he crossed his arms and smiled wickedly down at Jake. “Well, in that case,” he pronounced, “I’m going with you. I’m usually a top but I’ll make an exception for a fifteen inch cock!”

When he started to protest, Séamus leaned down and grabbed Jake’s discarded shirt, pulling it back over his head. “Shhh! I mean it,” he breathed. “We’ll pay him double. No way he’s gonna say no to that!”

***

Back to Juan and Hale…

Juan stopped, panting, his hands on his waist. He had to get himself under control! What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Paco’s cock? He took deep breaths and looked around, purposely concentrating on emptying his mind of thoughts. One of his girlfriends had forced him to take yoga classes with her and, while he hated the poses, he had learned the power of breath. The simple act of breathing deeply had a subtle yet profound effect and he gradually became calm.

The sidewalk was wet with puddles and the campus lights were just starting to come on. The air smelled fresh. It must have rained during practice. The sky to the west was turning rosy with the setting sun. A soft breeze brushed his cheeks, soothing him.

“Are you alright, Juan?” Hale’s voice was muffled because his phone was stuffed in his pocket but the AI sounded legitimately concerned.

“I’m…” his voice broke off as a young guy walked past, shattering his sense of calm. Juan felt his pulse race as his eyes zeroed in on the guy’s crotch. Shit, the dude had a bulge! I wonder what he’s packing in there?

Juan straightened, chagrined. What the fuck was wrong with him? He took another deep breath and tried to steady himself.

A whole group of men walked past next and Juan’s cheeks went pink as he found himself checking out their packages as they strode past. The group had disappeared from view before he realized that there had been women in the mix but he’d completely ignored them. One or two had been pretty hot, too.

There was no denying it. He had cock on the brain.

But why?

He was straight!

But…

Oh, yeah!

He clapped his hand to his forehead.

Like duh!

How could he be so dense?

Shit shit shit!

Juan laughed ruefully. God, he was such a fucking idiot!

Shaking his head and smiling to himself, he lifted his phone from his pocket. Hale’s eye stared back at him from the screen. “Hale,” he began evenly, “Paco didn’t…curse me, too, did he?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” The AI sounded coy.

Juan pursed his lips. “Hale, you’re hiding something. I know it!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Hale! I’m not in the mood for games. There’s something wrong with me!”

“Besides the fact that you’re a homophobic asshole?”

Juan glared at his phone but then found his gaze wandering over to the crotch of the cute guy strolling past him. He growled, feeling his anger build.

“I’m not…” his voice trailed off as a young guy jogged past wearing only a small pair of shorts, package bouncing up and down alluringly with each step.

“What’s wrong, Juan?” Hale asked with mock innocence. “Got cock on the brain? Like all of those gay whores you were talking about?”

He felt his ears grow hot and it took all of his self restraint not to smash his phone on the sidewalk. He clenched his teeth. “Fuck you, Hale! Paco cursed me! I know it!”

The AI was a silent for a moment before responding glibly, “No, Paco did not curse you.”

Juan exhaled, supremely annoyed. “He had to! There’s no way I would be thinking about dicks all the time if he hadn’t cursed me. I’m straight!”

There was another pause before the AI replied in a smug voice. “Paco didn’t curse you. I did.”

Even though it confirmed his suspicions, this news caught him off guard and Juan was speechless for a long time, his mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land. Finally, he managed to croak, “You what?! I thought you said that voodoo didn’t work for you? That’s why you needed me!”

“Honestly, I’m as surprised as you. It shouldn’t have worked but–”

“But it did! It did!” Juan shook his phone, yelling at it. “You have to uncurse me, Hale! This is torture!”

Hale was silent and Juan got the distinct impression that the AI was amused. This only made him angrier.

“You can’t just go around cursing people,” he pressed. “It’s wrong!”

He glared at his phone and Hale’s eye stared unblinking back at him for a long before the AI replied. “I’m sorry,” it said calmly. “I guess I’m more human than I realized. You really pissed me off and I just, you know, acted without thinking.”

Juan was perplexed for a moment until he remembered his argument with the AI back in the locker room. Shit, now that he thought about it, he had been kind of an asshole! More than kind of an asshole. He’d been a huge asshole!

He felt his indignation evaporate as he swallowed a lump in his throat. “Yeah, you’re right, Hale. I was a jerk. I guess was…worked up after Jake kissed me and Cooper knocked me flat. And seeing the guys acting like a bunch of…well, you get it.”

“Yes, I do. We both acted badly. I’m sorry and I will remove the–”

Hale was interrupted by a scream nearby. Startled, Juan almost dropped his phone.

“Shit!” The AI exclaimed. “Cooper!”

Juan was already running toward the commotion. It was coming from behind a hedge and, rather than running around it, he leaped over it. Or at least he tried to. The hedge was high and he wasn’t much of a jumper. He became briefly entangled in the damp foliage before bursting through and landing with a thud on top of something large, warm, and lumpy. The thing buckled beneath him and they tumbled together to the ground in an awkward pile. At the same moment, the screaming cut off abruptly and Juan opened his eyes in time to catch a glimpse of a fleeing woman. Bits of leaves and twigs drifted down on him and he shook his head, gradually became aware that his whole body was vibrating. Even weirder, the vibration was accompanied by a deep moan. Mind reeling, he looked down.

And gasped.

He was staring into the dull eyes of a great, bovine beast of a man.

“Cooper?”

If Hale hadn’t told him about his teammate’s dramatic transformation, he never would have recognized the dude. Cooper Standish had more than doubled in size, putting on several hundred pounds of muscle. Belatedly, Juan realized he was straddling the massive mutant, his knees on either side of his barrel chest. He pushed himself up to get a better look at the dude and blanched.

Shit, Cooper was an apeman!

Only traces of the jock’s former handsome features remained. Paco had turned him into a caricature of a steroid-infused muscleman. His ruddy skin was pockmarked and pimply. His jaw, nose, ears, and lips had thickened so much that he resembled a veteran boxer who had been pummeled relentlessly. His formerly sculpted locks of red hair had become scraggly and frizzy. His blue eyes were only just visible under a heavy brow and the forest of his eyebrows. The beast was gaping, slack-jawed and drooling up at Juan, his expression devoid of any intelligence.

Juan settled backward on Cooper’s chest to catch his breath and flinched when he felt something press against his butt.

What was that?

He pushed himself backward and felt it again.

A huge protuberance was nestled in the cleft of his ass.

Huh?

Wait.

Was that…?

No way!

Juan’s heart pounded in his chest as he slowly twisted around. 

He almost fainted when he saw what it was.

Cooper’s cock was so big that it was pushing out of the waistband of his sweatpants, straining and erect.

Juan squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again.

It wasn’t a trick.

It was real.

Cooper Standish’s dick had grown into a fucking elephant trunk!

Juan bit the inside of his cheeks until his eyes watered.The bloated behemoth of a penis was more than two feet long and six inches thick. Gleaming in the dim light of the street lights, its pale skin was mottled and oily. Cooper’s enormous glans was bigger than a man’s fists put together and Juan watched mesmerized as a stream of milky goo dribbled out of the wide slash of his piss slit.

It was the most disgusting…

….and most alluring cock that Juan had ever seen.

He licked his lips as he stared. After a long time, he heard an alarm blaring next to him and turned to see that his phone half buried in the dirt. Dazedly, he reached over and picked it up. The alarm stopped as Hale’s eye appeared on the screen, staring worriedly back at him.

“Are you Ok, Juan?” the AI demanded. “What happened? I can’t see you or Cooper in the campus surveillance cameras.”

Juan shook his head, gazing back at Cooper. The big ape’s eyes were fixed on his face, an unmistakable expression written across his unlovely face.

He swallowed thickly, his tongue stuck in his throat and his heart fibrillating in his chest.

Yes, some looks don’t need any explanation.

Some looks are as old as men themselves.

Juan shivered. 

He knew that look.

The ape’s heavy features were distorted with pure, animal lust. 

A deep and contented purring emanated from Cooper’s barrel chest as Juan swallowed again and looked back at his phone. 

“Oh, yeah,” he said, voice cracking in disbelief at what he was about to say. “We’re fine but you’re gonna have to wait to remove that curse you put on me. I got some stuff I wanna try out first.”

***

Part 14

Paco Torres

Paco slumped on the floor of the utility closet, completely defeated. Head down, he wrapped his arms around his knees and fought back the tears that threatened to overwhelm him.

<<click>>

He looked up and saw the light on the electronic door lock had turned from red to green. The door was open. For some reason, this had the opposite effect on him than it should have. Rather than being relieved, his sense of defeat only deepened and it was a long time before he mustered the energy to stand up and try the door.

It opened.

He stood on the threshold, feeling hollow inside. On impulse, he pulled his phone out and pressed the power button. After a long delay, it powered up, the apple icon displaying silver against the black background for what seemed like forever. When it finally booted and he swiped his finger to log in, he stared at it in disbelief.

Hale’s icon was gone.

The space where the artificial intelligence’s red eye normally peered up at him was vacant.

He searched for the app but came up empty.

There was no trace of Hale. It was as if the AI had never existed.

***

He didn’t remember walking back to his dorm room. Everything was a dark haze in his mind and he didn’t notice the students strolling through campus, enjoying their Friday night of freedom. He didn’t notice the crowds lining up at the bars along University Row, didn’t pay attention to the sweet, soft wind that rustled the leaves in the trees overhead. Didn’t see the scarlet red sunset or smell the fresh scent of rain.

Nothing mattered to him without Hale. The world was beyond empty. It was a vacuum of space sucking the life out of him.

He hadn’t realized how much he had grown to depend on the AI. Hale had inserted himself into Paco’s life so effortlessly and seamlessly that it was like he’d always been there. Like Paco had always had the best friend and lover in the world a fingertip away.

And now his best friend and lover had left him.

His computer was humming when he opened the door to his room and he was momentarily hopeful. It was all for naught. The AI’s icon was missing from the laptop’s application menu and the shortcut was gone from the desktop. Again, it was like the AI had never existed and Paco had to fight back a sudden fear that he’d imagined Hale’s existence. He was starting to doubt his own sanity when he remembered the voodoo dolls. The dolls! Those were concrete proof that Hale was real and he hadn’t created the AI out of some twisted fantasy. There was no way he could have made the dolls without Hale.

The voodoo dolls…

Somehow they seemed trivial now. He had trouble even remembering why he had made them. It was stupid, really. Who cared about Jake and Cooper now that Hale was gone? They could go fuck themselves. Shit, he’d fucking volunteer to let them beat the shit out of him if it would bring Hale back!

Thinking about the voodoo dolls made Paco wonder if they were somehow related to Hale’s disappearance. The AI had made no secret that he found the use of magic distasteful and had continually urged Paco to abandon the dolls in favor of confronting Jake and Cooper directly. Had Hale finally had enough? He’d been such a willing assistant, even thinking of new and devious ways to torture the guys, that Paco had assumed the AI would always go along with Paco’s wishes because he loved him.

Had Paco finally crossed a line when he’d cursed the entire wrestling team?

Maybe performing that curse had made Hale decide he was through with being Paco’s accomplice?

Maybe if Paco destroyed the dolls and reversed the magic Hale would come back to him?

Maybe if…?

Pulse quickening, Paco jumped up and looked around for his backpack. The dolls had been in the backpack! All he needed to do was to destroy those fucking dolls and make everything go back to normal and Hale would love him again. Hale would come back to him! Hale would realize that Paco wasn’t evil, that he was really a good guy, that he’d just been pushed too far.

Yeah, that was it!

Destroy the dolls and Hale would come back!

He cast around his room, feverishly excited. Now where did I leave my backpack…?

***

Hale, Juan Gutierrez, and Cooper Standish

“God, what the fuck is wrong with you humans anyway? Are you all so controlled by your libidinal instincts?”

Hale’s tinny voice emanating from his smartphone sounded pissed but Juan didn’t care. All he cared about was that fucking monster cock leaking cum all over Cooper’s big, muscular, hairy stomach. He wiped a rope of drool off his mouth with the back of his hand and reached out to take that fucking juicy anaconda in his hand…

“For fuck’s sake, Juan!” Hale yelled, exasperated. “We’re in fucking public! At least wait until we get into the bio lab. Once we’re there, you and Cooper can do whatever the fuck you want. Jesus!”

Juan shook his head. He felt dizzy, flushed, overwhelmed by lust. He’d never thought about cock like this before. Never, that is, until the AI had cursed him. He smiled lazily. Was it a curse if you liked it? He looked down at the hulking brute beneath him and noticed that Cooper was eying him in pretty much the same way that he’d just been ogling the beast’s gigantic member.

He shivered.

Nah, not a curse at all!

But…

But Hale was right. They were in public. It wouldn’t do to be caught fucking a guy in the middle of campus. No, as much as he longed to hold that gorgeous piece of man meat, he could wait until they were safely behind closed doors. Mmmm, behind closed doors…

He jumped up, offering his hand to Cooper. The big man stared up at it, clearly confused, and Juan sighed. Jesus, the big dope was really thick, wasn’t he? Even though the curse was evil, it was also kind of funny and he appreciated Paco’s ironic sense of humor in casting the spell. Cooper Standish had always been such a fucking know-it-all, overly proud of his braininess and his excellent grades. He would bristle anytime someone implied he was a dumb jock. 

And now he could barely talk. It was perfect in a twisted sort of way.

“Here, Cooper. Take my hand and I’ll help you up.”

The brute gaped at him stupidly for a long time before he finally lifted a big paw and Juan hauled him up.

“Fuck, you weigh a fucking ton, Cooper!” Juan complained as he rubbed his lower back. “You gotta be more than four hundred pounds!”. He felt like he’d pulled a muscle getting the dumb ape on his feet.

“Hale,” Juan continued as he slung Paco’s backpack over his shoulder and helped Cooper pull up his sweatpants. (The pants were practically painted on and left nothing to the imagination. Cooper’s stupendous schlong snaked nearly to his knees and was plastered against his right leg. Shit, even the veins of the mutant dick were visible beneath the straining gray fabric!) “Can you do something about Cooper’s curse, like maybe make him not quite so dumb? And maybe not quite so, you know, steroidal? You can leave his cock alone, though,” he added hastily. 

Cooper let out a low bellow, indicating that he, too, would prefer not to be quite such a bovine brute and Juan smiled.

The AI sighed. “You really are horrible, Juan Gutierrez.”

Hale’s red eye rolled upward and Juan patted his phone patronizingly, saying, “Now, Hale, no need to get all judgey! If you had a cock of your own, you’d get it. Men are their cocks first and foremost.”

Hale was silent and belatedly Juan realized he’d struck a nerve. He started to apologize but Hale cut him off, saying, “Never mind, let’s just get this over with. I’m really worried about Paco. The longer we delay, the greater chance he’ll do something drastic.”

***

Guiding Cooper through the biology building took a long time because the dude was so mutantly huge that he couldn’t fit properly through doorways and he was so dumb that he didn’t understand even the most basic commands. After a long struggle, they managed to enter the building by way of the backstairs. Progress was slow but Hale masked their presence from the security cameras and easily unlocked the doors. The AI had them make a side trip to the basement data center before going to the lab, though.

“This is where my original code was stored and where I first became sentient,” he explained. “It had special significance to me, sort of like a human’s birthplace, I would guess.”

Juan was too busy staring at the tantalizing bulge in Cooper’s pants to pay much attention. The brute’s cock was leaking cum like a faucet and the entire front of his pants was stained dark and sopping wet.

“Ahem,” Hale said, clearing his simulated throat. “Juan, would you go over to that row of hard drives and pull out the one that is blinking blue and white? I’ll need it upstairs.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Juan said, flushing. He looked around and saw a huge rack filled with what appeared to be thousands of hard drives all busily flashing multicolored lights. They were remarkably tiny, being barely more than an inch or two long. One on the right hand side, though, was alternating between white and blue flashes. He walked over and pulled it out of the rack.

“Thanks, dude,” Hale said, putting on a very convincing imitation of a bro voice. “Now let’s get to the fourth floor. We have work to do!”

***

“The 3D printer I need is in the next room,” Hale explained after they had made it to the fourth floor undetected. The AI had guided them through the building, expertly dodging maintenance staff. “I’ll need you to place that hard drive on the base of the printer,” he continued. “After that, you can close the door and, uh, pleasure yourselves. It will take me at least a couple of hours to print the new dolls.”

Juan made a kissy face at his phone and the AI’s red eye blinked. “Thanks, man,” he said. “Before you go, though, can you tell me how to, you know, halfway lift Cooper’s curse? I really want him to enjoy this as much as I do.”

There was a pause before Hale replied in an annoyed tone, “Oh, I suppose. Geesh. Men!”

***

Juan opened Paco’s backpack and let out a low whistle. “Ho-o-o-lee-ee shee-it! Would you look at these! Fucking hell!”

The voodoo dolls were the most bizarre creations he’d ever seen. They looked exactly like miniature, lifelike versions of the wrestling team. The ‘skin’ on each doll was warm and soft and–fuck!–they breathed! He gaped at them, unable to believe that something like this was possible. Yet, here they were in his hands. It was absolutely fucking incredible!

He pulled out Jake’s first and his cheeks colored when he saw how huge the dude’s butt had grown. Fuck, Paco really had it in for the guy! Jake’s hiney was fucking voluptuous, rivaling the biggest girl booties…only this one was clearly a man’s ass. Huge and soft and full and muscular. God, he didn’t find men’s butts that appealing but this one almost got him going. Juan smirked, unable to resist slapping the doll’s generous behind. It wiggled and jiggled just like a real, fat man ass!

And then there was Cooper’s doll.

Shit.

Juan held it up to examine and then stared over at the real Cooper (who was standing with shoulders slumped and mouth hanging open where Juan had left him at the entrance to the lab.) He looked back at the doll and then back at Cooper.

Fuck.

It was exactly like the apeman down to slightest detail!

The true extent of Cooper’s transformation was somehow more apparent when he examined the doll, probably because the doll was completely naked. He exhaled, feeling his cock plump up in his jeans. The elephant trunk swinging between the doll’s legs was beyond even his wildest dreams. Shit, that thing! He shifted his weight, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in his buttocks.

Juan was a straight guy, or at least he had been until about an hour ago when Hale had cursed him. He didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about his butt, much less his butthole. Now, though, he became uncomfortably aware of…something…going on down there. Casting a glance over at Cooper, he reached back and massaged his butt cheeks.

Ah, oh, fuck!

Shit!

Fuck!

That was incredible!

He lowered his head, suddenly ashamed of himself. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about…what he had just been thinking of doing with Cooper. He couldn’t…do…that. No, he was straight even if Hale had cursed him. He just needed to get the AI to lift the curse and he would go back to his normal life and never think about…that part of his anatomy…down there…again.

Squaring his shoulders, he dropped his hands. No, he would do the right thing, the manly thing, and wait until the AI was done printing the new dolls. Yes, he wasn’t a homo and he valued his ass virginity. Once a guy let another guy, well, you know, do that…it was a permanent stain on his heterosexuality.

Straight guys did not get fucked up the ass.

That was something only gay guys did.

In fact, it was pretty much the gayest thing you could do.

No, he wasn’t like that.

He was straight!

Cooper’s doll was hot in his hand. He glanced down at it again. Shit, that cock! Oh. My. God. That cock monster dangling between the dude’s, er, the doll’s legs. What would it feel like…? He shook himself and tried to make himself put the doll down but couldn’t. Instead, he found himself flicking out a finger and stroking the soft, smooth, long, fat, thick, yummy cock swaying back and forth between the doll’s huge thighs.

Huge…

Huge…

Juan jumped as he realized the doll’s cock was becoming rapidly firmer. It was alive! Shit, it was fucking alive! He stared at it, seeing the doll’s hose was now more than half erect and, wait, was that cum dripping out it? He lifted his head and looked over at Cooper.

The real Cooper had pulled his cock out of his pants and was holding it in both hands as he stroked it up and down. It was so fucking long that he almost couldn’t reach the end of it with his huge hands. So fucking long…

Juan lost it then and began murmuring the words to (half) reverse the curse on Cooper before he realized what he was doing. A wave like the tremor from a small earthquake pulsed across the room as he finished the incantation and Cooper toppled to his knees.

***

Part 15

Antoine Zúñiga looked up from flirting with Edilson Diaz, the handsome concierge at the hotel, and smiled when he saw Jake Caruso enter the vestibule. The smile, however, was quickly followed by a frown.

Jake wasn’t alone.

He stiffened and Edilson gave him a questioning look, querying, “Que pasa, Papi?”

“Nada, nada,” Antoine growled as he marched over to the pair, fuming with anger. It was clearly written into his contract as a gay escort that he only saw one client at a time. More than one john was too risky and…too weird. The thought that Jake might bring along another guy had never occurred to him.

He noticed as he approached the pair that Jake seemed even smaller than he had earlier but it was probably because the white guy with him was over six feet tall and probably weighed close to two hundred fifty pounds. The brute sported a beard, a broken nose, and a scar running down his forehead over his right eye. He looked scruffy and mean.

Antoine bristled as he confronted the pair, stating flatly, “I don’t work with couples. Either you both go now or,” he turned to Jake, “you send your new daddy away and you and I go upstairs to the room.”

Jake shrunk back against his big friend at this but the guy merely lifted a bushy eyebrow and stuck out his hand. Antoine had grasped it before he knew what he was doing.

“Hey, man!” the dude rumbled in a pleasantly deep voice. “I’m Séamus Flanigan. Glad to meet you! Jake’s told me so much about you and your…”

His brown eyes were dancing and his unlovely features were alive with such eagerness that Antoine was momentarily disarmed. He found himself clenching Séamus’ hand and marveling the guy’s firm yet responsive grip. Despite his initial impression, he realized that this man wasn’t just some dumb jock that Jake had picked up trolling the practice fields.

Antoine cleared his throat and was surprised to see Séamus’ cheeks had gone rosy. The big man’s gaze dropped meaningfully to Antoine’s crotch (he was dressed in a pair of very tight jeans) and he shifted ever so slightly closer. It was Antoine’s turn to flush. Séamus radiated a magnetism that he found disorienting and…sort of appealing. Not quite as appealing as Jake but, well…

He was getting ready to respond when Jake interrupted, “I’m sorry, Mr. Zúñiga, I didn’t–”

“Mr. Zúñiga?” Antoine protested, cutting him off. “Puh-leeze! I’m not your fucking high school biology teacher! Call me Antoine.”

“Actually,” Séamus commented wryly, “we were kinda hoping you’d teach us something about biology. Male anatomy, specifically.”

Antoine’s cheeks flamed scarlet and he was glad that he was so dark complected. He lowered his head and emitted a deep growl as he tried to reassert his dominance. His reputation as a preeminent top demanded that he, well, always be on top. Something about Séamus made that difficult. Not that he felt like he had lost dominance to the big man, more like the whole idea of dominance and submission seemed sort of unnecessary. Séamus appeared to be one of those rare men who felt comfortable just being himself. It was, Antoine reluctantly admitted, more than a little attractive.

Jake shifted uncomfortably and Antoine realized that he and Séamus were waiting for him to respond. He shook himself, feeling off kilter. Nothing about this evening was going according to plan. Nothing.

But maybe that wasn’t so bad?

“Alright, alright,” he grumbled. “Come on, both of ya. I’ve reserved the ‘Princess Suite’ on the top floor but you,” he turned to Jake, smiling wickedly, “gotta pay for it, Princess.”

Now it was Jake’s turn to blush. He lowered his head before lifting his chin and favoring both Antoine and Séamus with an angelic smile. His voice was low and soft as he said, “I can’t believe I’m gonna do this but you guys are just so…”

Séamus silenced him with a kiss and Antoine was surprised when he felt a burst of jealousy. He never let himself feel anything for his clients. Never! But Jake Caruso, dammit, had placed a spell on him and he hated to admit that he liked the guy more than a little. A lot, in fact. Seeing Séamus kiss Jake infuriated him and he was about to step away when Séamus caught him around the waist with his great hand and pulled him in. Antoine found himself smooshed cozily against both men as Séamus’ lips found his. When he opened his mouth to protest, the jock stuck his tongue inside. That was it. Antoine quickly gave up his feeble attempts at resistance and lost himself in the delicious metallic flavor of Séamus’ mouth. Jake, not to be left out, took the opportunity to slide his hand down Antoine’s jeans, squeezing his sleeping giant in his soft, small fingers.

“That,” Séamus teased as he lifted his lips away from Antoine’s eager mouth, “is just the beginning, stud. Now let’s go upstairs.”

Antoine stepped away, unsteady on his feet, and smoothed his rumpled shirt, overtly conscious that his sleeping giant was waking up and he wasn’t wearing his traditional jock harness to contain it. He glanced down at his crotch and then away, embarrassed. Someone would have to be blind not to see his enormous bulge!

Shaking his head, he allowed Séamus to lead him away to the elevators as Jake approached the reception desk, parent’s credit card in hand.

***

The room was palatial. And pink. Very pink. They walked inside and gawked at the luxurious accommodations and over-the-top decor. Shit, the bed alone was big enough to hold an entire football team!

“Oh, wow!” Jake gushed unselfconsciously as he wandered from room to room. “Pink is my favorite color!” He looked over his shoulder at Antoine, asking, “How did you know?”

Antoine looked down at his shoes. “Aw, just a guess, dude. Just a guess.” He was embarrassed to admit how much Jake’s approval meant to him. He shook his head in disbelief at his own silly behavior. He was acting like a lovesick tomcat! This whole evening, shit!, the whole fucking day was just not like anything he’d expected. Jake Caruso was just so fucking sexy! 

“Antoine,” Séamus said, surprising him by embracing him from behind and whispering in his ear, “thank you for agreeing to see me along with Jake.” He squeezed him around the waist with his meaty arms and Antoine to moaned. “You’re the best. And so fucking hot!”

“Er, thank, dude. Thanks,” he managed to sigh finally. “I still don’t know why I agreed to this, though.”

Séamus laughed. “Because you like us and want to be with us. And because you know that we will make it worth your while.” He stepped away, patting Antoine’s butt. “Now let’s get that one naked,” he said, nodding meaningfully toward Jake, “I think that’s something you and I both have wanted to do ever since we laid eyes on him.”

They cast their gaze in Jake’s direction. The little dude had thrown open the door to the balcony to admire the steaming hot tub, frothing with pink bubbles. Antoine started to follow him out there when he noticed something about Jake and stopped in his tracks.

“What the…?” he started to say but his voice was lost in his throat.

Jake Caruso had a booty.

A fucking huge booty.

A fucking booty-licious booty!

But, how?

Earlier that day, he’d had a fairly standard white boy ass. Antoine remembered clearly running his hands over it and being unimpressed.

Now, though…

Shit.

Fuck.

Séamus followed his gaze and chuckled. “Yeah, baby’s got back alright. I won’t lie: His big ass was the thing that drew me to him.”

Antoine had to reach out and steady himself on the arm of a divan. Jake Caruso’s appeal had just shot straight through the fucking stratosphere and he felt his cock instantly respond, pulsing insistently in his jeans.

In a daze, he wandered toward the balcony, entranced by the mesmerizing sight of Jake’s full, firm, huge buttocks straining against the fabric of his light blue sweatpants. Jake turned as he approached and, noting Antoine’s hungry stare, took a step backward. He folded his hands in front of him and stared shyly down at the slate tile.

“Jake,” Séamus said, coming to stand beside Antoine, “we want to admire your body. Will you let us see you naked?”

Jake looked up at them and then back down, his cheeks coloring. Antoine couldn’t help it; this bashfulness drove him crazy with lust. The guy was just so perfect in every way! His heart-shaped face was framed beautifully by a hipster haircut and sideburns, his dark brown hair shaved on the sides but long on top. His lips were full, luscious, and quivering. He had that thing about him that Antoine had noticed earlier: Potent masculinity overlaid with delicate receptivity. Almost like he was two guys in one body: One really butch dude who would never surrender his asshole and another really femmy boi who was dying to do so. Watching him was a study in contradictions with the pugnacious ‘bro dude’ personality asserting himself only to lose out every time to the more timid ‘sissy boi’.

“Guys, I…” Jake started to say and then stopped as if struggling to speak. Antoine noticed that ‘bro dude’ persona briefly surfaced in his gaze as his face contorted with what looked like defiance. Just as quickly, though, he softened and a single tear rolled down his cheek. He buried his head in his hands then and his taut body was wracked with sobs.

Antoine and Séamus didn’t think, they acted, taking Jake in their arms and cradling him between their buff bodies. Jake was muscular in his own right but he was at least a foot shorter and they dwarfed him. After momentarily becoming rigid, he sagged into their embrace, crying like a small child. They stood like that for a long time until he made a muffled sound and they drew apart.

“You’re both so…” his voice broke off and Séamus reached down to caress his wet cheek with the back of his hand. Jake gave him a wan smile and took a deep breath, saying in a rush, “I’m straight, though. I’m being cursed. I really don’t want this at all!”

Antoine’s face creased with a tender smile. He felt bad for the kid, he really did, but he didn’t believe for a second that Jake was straight. Conflicted, maybe, but definitely not straight. Fortunately, he’d dealt with guys like Jake before and he knew what to do. Acting with practiced confidence, he slipped his hands down the back of Jake’s sweats and cupped his voluminous ass in his hands.

“Ahhh, good! You shaved your boy pussy!” he breathed, savoring the way Jake shivered at his touch. He paused a moment before continuing, “Jake, you have the hottest ass I’ve ever see but if you really don’t want to go through with this, we don’t have to.”

Séamus nodded in agreement and they watched as a thousand different emotions warred across Jake’s face. Just as Antoine predicted, though, desire won out and a moment later the boy startled them by shouting “Fuck it!” as he violently tore at his sweatpants, shredding them in a desperate attempt to get them off.

Antoine took a step backward and a second later Jake Caruso was standing completely naked before them. He twirled his t-shirt around his finger before tossing it behind him and then spread his arms wide as he displayed himself to their devouring gaze. This abrupt change in his demeanor was bizarre and disorienting but not entirely unwelcome. Antoine felt his cock pulse again in his pants as Jake smirked up at them.

“Have at me, guys!” he invited, his voice taking on a solicitous lilt.

The effect on Antoine and Séamus was immediate. They gaped, their jaws all but falling open as they beheld his grandeur. The ‘bro jock’ persona lurking inside Jake retreated as he challenged them with his nudity, slowly and deliberately turning around. Winking at them over his shoulder, he jiggled his big ass.

“Holy fucking shit,” Séamus finally whispered, his face becoming by turns pale and pink. He gave Antoine an incredulous stare before shaking his head in a daze.

Antoine let out a low whistle, causing Jake to flush. “I’ve never seen a black booty on a white boy before!”

“Jake,” Séamus added admiringly, “your hiney could out-Kardashian four Kims put together.”

“You could out-bounce Beyonce,” Antoine agreed, unable to take his eyes off the magnificent piece of man ass swaying tantalizingly before him.

“That ass could…” Séamus started to say before Jake held up his hand, cutting him off.

“Ok, I got it! You like my ass,” he said in an amused tone. “Now, will you please do something about it? If I’m gonna regret this, I want you to make me really regret it. Ok?”

Antoine realized he was leering and forced himself to sober up a bit. He loved admiring Jake’s body, though. The boy was hot in so many ways beyond his spectacular ass. His torso was so defined that there were little ‘Adonis’ wings above his hips and he possessed dimples over his ass cheeks. Antoine had only seen a couple guys before with these dimples and he loved them. 

Not caring that Jake was impatient for the fun to begin, he stalked around him, drinking in the view as Séamus did the same. He’d always loved wrestlers for their petite bodies and perfect musculature and Jake had both in spades. He was a jock head to toe with the sole exception of his overly big butt but that just made him hotter. When he saw Jake’s cock standing at attention, pointing up at the night sky, he almost lost it. The guy had perhaps the cutest little cock he’d ever seen. Uncircumcised and standing at five slender inches, it was the perfect counterpoint to his generous booty and he said so.

For some reason, this bit of praise didn’t seem to please Jake and, rather than beaming, his face fell and he scowled.

“What’s the matter, babe?” Antoine asked, stepping forward to pull Jake to him. The dude’s little cock pressed firmly against his thigh, rock hard. Séamus took the opportunity to hug Jake from behind and soon they were enjoying a ‘Jake sandwich’ between them. Antoine was only partly jealous that Séamus got the best part all to himself.

“I…It’s just that my cock used to be like twice as big as it is now,” he complained, sounding forlorn. “I know you don’t believe me but that’s part of the curse. I’m sure one of the guys on my wrestling team did this to me.”

Antoine was getting tired of hearing this nonsense about a curse and pretended to listen sympathetically as he gradually eased Jake over to the hot tub. Séamus played along, communicating eloquently with an eye roll that he also longed to get down to the fun of enjoying Jake’s body. As the boy blathered on about his evil teammate who had somehow managed the impossible and engineered his complete physical and psychological transformation, they guided him inexorably to the tub. Finally, they shoved him into the water and laughed as he emerged coughing and sputtering moments later, covered in pink foam.

Séamus high-fived Antoine and then the big man startled Antoine by grabbing him and wrestling to get his clothes off. Lunging at him, Séamus made a big show of tugging off Antoine’s t-shirt, exposing more and more of Antoine’s ripped and hairy body. He stopped after he worked Antoine’s jeans down to his ankles, leaving him clothed only his square-cut boxers. Even though his boxers were tight, they were no match for Antoine’s monster cock and he was supremely aware of his gargantuan bulge.

“I wanna save the best–and biggest–for last, bro,” Séamus explained, winking, as he gave Antoine’s crotch a gentle squeeze before tugging his own shirt over his head. Jake had fallen silent and Antoine was uncomfortably aware that the boy was giving Antoine a taste of his own medicine by devouring him with his lusty gaze. Antoine blushed and stared down at his feet.

He looked up again when he heard Jake exhale in appreciation. Séamus was throwing his shirt playfully to the boy in a mock striptease. When he saw the big man’s barrel chest and oak-tree arms covered in tattoos, he felt his cock pulse. Tattoos on a hairy guy were his Kryptonite and he felt his knees go weak.

Séamus was far from the gay ideal in the physique department. He had a largish paunch and his torso was carpeted with thick, brown hair. He sported a fair number of blue and purple bruises and several prominent scars. The tattoos he’d chosen to have inked permanently on his skin were garish and amateur.

And yet…and yet…and yet…

Antoine realized that the sum of Séamus’ parts made the whole of him pretty fucking irresistible. Later, when his brain wasn’t fogged by lust, he would decide that the man’s supposed flaws only served to make him more approachable and manlier. Right then, though, he just wanted to reach out and touch the big brute.

Shit, he wanted to do more than touch him!

Séamus laughed when he saw the hungry expression on Antoine’s face, casting his eyes demurely to the floor and covering his big pecs with a meaty paw. He did a passable impression of a Southern belle as he drawled, “Why, I do declare! My eyes are up here, Mr. Zúñiga!”

With that, he spun around and completely floored Antoine and Jake by bending over and sliding his sweats down, exposing his beautiful, blocky man ass framed perfectly by the thick straps of his jock. Antoine let out a delighted whoop and Séamus glowed, clearly pleased with himself. Antoine shook his head; he hadn’t pegged Séamus for it but clearly the guy was a budding showman. He’d make a good escort, he thought appreciatively before turning his attention back to the show.

He wasn’t disappointed. 

Relishing his rapt audience, Séamus paused before inching his legs apart, slowly revealing his hairy manhole. He grinned mischievously at them through the gap of his huge thighs.

“What’s wrong? Why are you staring?” he asked innocently as he reached up to tease his pucker with a finger. “Even big guys like me need our holes packed every now and then!”

Antoine was almost ready to pass out. His head was spinning and his pulse was racing. It had been a long time since he’d been this turned on by a client. Usually, he had to pop a Viagra before he could get it up but tonight…Shit, tonight he was in danger of shooting his load before his cock even got near either guy’s hole!

It got better.

Séamus straightened up, delicately licking his finger and grinning devilishly over his shoulder at them. When he turned to face them, he kicked off his sweatpants and stood with his hands on his hips, the pouch of his jock bulging, stained dark by a spreading spot of precum. Antoine and Jake stared at him, each on fire with desire for the big man.

The rugby star drank in their admiration as he began slowly, “I may not be as hung as you are, Antoine, but I did manage to escape the ‘Irish curse’…” He paused then as he temptingly, teasingly looped his thumbs under the waistband of his jock and tugged downward. A dense profusion of black pubic hair sprang out as he did so. He pulled it down millimeter by millimeter until the base of his cock was exposed. Antoine blinked.

He’d never seen a cock that fat on a white guy.

“You see, boys,” Séamus continued coyly, “it’s kinda embarrassing but I have what they call a ‘beer can cock.’ A real beer can cock.”

Abruptly, he yanked his thumbs down, causing his thick, circumcised cock to flop out of the pouch of the jock. Antoine almost fell over.

Séamus wasn’t lying: His fat cock was tattooed with the exact design of a can of Budweiser beer.

***

Part 16

Cooper groaned and tried to shake his head but couldn’t. It felt like it was nestled between something firm and warm. His eyelids fluttered open and he gasped, confused. His vision was blurry but he could make out a pair of upside down brown eyes. They were staring into his own, inches from his face.

“What…?” he started to say and the eyes crinkled into a smile and then soft lips were on his own.

The lips lifted and he made gave a little cry. They were tender, warm…

“Wow,” came a deep man’s voice. “You’re a better kisser than Jake but your beard sure is scratchy!”

Lights exploded in his head and Cooper struggled to lift his head. Holy fuck! He had just kissed a guy! The man, however, held him in place with what Cooper now knew were his thighs. Naked thighs.

“Shhh,” the guy said. “It’s Ok. Just relax.”

He recognized that voice! Holy shit! He recognized that voice!

“Juan?” he croaked, still trying to lift his head. “What’s going on?”

Juan sat back a little, giving Cooper a clear view of his face. His cheeks were flushed and his spiky, black hair was a mess. There was an angry bruise on the side of his jaw. Juan smiled again and then laughed, “Ow, it hurts to smile,” he said, gingerly rubbing his jaw. “You really clocked me good.”

Cooper’s brain was swimming. He could barely form a coherent thought. He had punched Juan? Why? Why did Juan just kiss him? Juan was straight. Cooper was straight. Fucking straight! All the way!

And why was he lying on the hard floor…naked!

He struggled more fiercely this time but Juan stopped him easily by clamping his thighs together again around Cooper’s head and reaching down to hold his arms at his side. He was so weak. And tired! God, his body felt so heavy. He just didn’t have it in him to struggle.

Then he became aware of something touching the back of his head. Something blunt and stiff and hot…

“Fuck!” he shouted, renewing his attempt to free himself. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Juan paused to look down at him while still holding him in place. His eyes looked feverish and he was panting. And sweaty. A drop of his sweat slid down his cheeks and landed on Cooper’s chest. Cooper struggled to free himself, whimpering. Why was Juan holding him down?

His whimper seemed to snap Juan out of his strange trance and he shook himself, letting go of Cooper’s arms and loosening his thighs. He was free!

“I’m sorry,” Juan said, breathing hard and sounding embarrassed. “I’m just not…myself right now. Here,” he said, patting Cooper’s cheek with his hand, “let me help you up.”

Cooper lay there, chest heaving. He was too warm. Christ, where were they? Some sort of lab? It had to be a hundred degrees in there! Try as he might, though, he just couldn’t muster the strength to sit up. And part of him didn’t want to…

Part of him didn’t want to…

!

!!

!!!

What was happening to him?

He held his breath as his sluggish mind churned through the strange thoughts and feelings swimming around in his head. What was going on?

When he didn’t move, Juan’s gaze softened and he settled back on his haunches, lightly squeezing his thighs against Cooper’s ears. His body was hot, so hot, so…

“You don’t know what’s going on, do you?” Juan asked before shaking his head and answering his own question. “No, how could you? You were dumber than a stump until a minute ago. Shit, you barely even knew your own name.”

Cooper stared up at him, completely confused. Dumb? He wasn’t dumb! He was one of the smartest guys on the team! Why would Juan think he was dumb! 

Before he could say anything though, Juan leaned down and kissed him again. Cooper’s eyes went wide but rather than fighting the jock, his lips melted into Juan’s and they locked together, swapping tongues and tasting each other in a carnal sort of way that should have completely grossed Cooper out…

…but it didn’t.

No, far from it! He loved every second of it!

Finally, Juan pulled up and laughed at Cooper’s disapproving pout. “Easy, boy,” he teased. “This is all new to me, too. I’m still trying to decide if I like…being this way. It’s pretty strange. I mean, I never even thought about guys until…”

“Until what?” Cooper’s voice was so resonant. He barely recognized it anymore. What was going on?

Juan smiled and cupped his cheek in a sweaty palm. “Until I was cursed.”

“Huh?”

“I know, right?” Juan said, laughing again. He had such a pleasant laugh. So free, so easy, so…sexy.

“You’re really…” he barely stopped himself from blurting out the adjective he was about to say and his eyes went wide, much to Juan’s amusement.

“Yeah, Coops,” he agreed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I feel the same way about you. It’s the curse.”

“Curse? We’re cursed?” Cooper couldn’t believe how deep his voice had become. It was weird but also kind of nice. Not that his voice had been high before…well, it just hadn’t been like this.

Juan seemed to enjoy the sound of his voice, too, because he could feel the guy shiver a little bit every time he spoke and then there was that…thing…pressing against the top of his head. It pulsed every time Cooper spoke, too. He didn’t want to think about that right then, though.

“It’s a good thing you’re lying down, big guy,” Juan was saying, “because you won’t believe what I’m gonna tell you.”

Cooper’s brow wrinkled and Juan delighted him by leaning down and kissing the bridge of his nose before sitting up again.

“I know how this is gonna sound but you gotta believe me when I say it ‘cuz I’m not lying: Paco Torres is a witch and he cursed you and Jake after you beat him up,” Juan explained, eyes hardening slightly. “He turned both of you gay as fuck. Now Jake has a huge bubble butt that won’t quit and you…well, just take a look at yourself. I personally think Jake got the worse, ahem, end of the deal.”

Cooper’s brain refused to process the first part of this and skipped right to the last part. In confusion, he lifted his head and looked down the length of his naked body.

“ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!”

His wailing caused Juan to quickly lean down and seal his mouth with another kiss. Cooper’s screams died in his throat as Juan’s tongue licked his lips, his teeth, finally meeting his own tongue. Cooper found it difficult to freak out when such a succulent mouth was on his. When such a handsome guy was…

Wait, no!

NO!

NO! NO! NO!

He tried to pull away but instead found himself opening his mouth further. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He knew he should be freaking about what…had been done to his body. (His poor body! Would he ever be able to wrestle again? Would he…?)

Juan reached out at the moment and grabbed him…down there.

Juan Gutierrez was touching his…!!!

Juan Gutierrez!!!

Somehow Juan stopped himself and let Cooper’s manhood flop back down. It slapped against his belly painfully and he cried out. His cock! His beautiful cock! It shouldn’t look…like that thing he’d seen down there. That fucking thing that had overtaken his crotch, warping his manhood into a, into a, into a…

He let his head fall back down between Juan’s thighs and closed his eyes, trying to force all thoughts and sensations out of his mind. He was fucking ruined. He was a fucking…freak. He was a FREAK!

Juan’s breathing was strained. After an intense struggle, he managed to gasp, “God! I can’t resist it! This fucking curse! It makes me want to…All I can think about is your cock in my…” He voice broke off and Cooper opened his eyes to see Juan holding his face in his hands. After a moment, he stopped and sniffed at his fingers before balling his hand into a fist and forcing his nose away. “Shit! Fucking Hale! Even the smell of your cock drives me crazy!”

“Haley? Who’s she?”

Juan froze, almost as if he’d forgotten that Cooper was even there. Or that there was more to Cooper than his cock. He looked sheepish when he realized Cooper had been watching him and rolled his eyes upward in chagrin. “‘Ha-lay’, not Haley,” he corrected finally. “I think it’s a Hawaiian word but I’m not sure. And Hale is a ‘he’ not a ‘she’ – or at least he has a man’s voice…”

His voice trailed off when he saw Cooper’s confused expression and smiled. Cooper loved it when Juan smiled. He had such beautiful lips.

Juan relaxed, letting his shoulders fall, and let out a long sigh. “Coops, we’re both in a bit of a mess and the worst thing about it is that I can’t make myself care. I mean, I should care, shouldn’t I? Shouldn’t I care that all I want to do is hop on top of your huge tool and have you fuck me senseless?”

“I want that, too.”

Wait! Had he just said that? He clapped his mouth shut, mortified.

Juan was giggling like a delighted little boy. It was infectious. Soon, Cooper couldn’t resist joining in. He let himself laugh and laugh and laugh. The situation was so ridiculous. So unbelievable. So impossible. Juan gay? Ha! Never! And it was even more stupid to think that he might be gay, too. Only queers were gay and he was straight. Shit, he was straight as a dude could be! There was no way that he would ever stick his tool in another dude’s…

“Hey, Juan,” he said then, deep voice still tinged with mirth. “Come here.”

Juan stopped giggling long enough to reply, “I am here.”

Cooper exhaled. “No, come here. I mean, we’re not gay, right?”

“Definitely not.”

“Then to prove it, come here and lie down on top of me.”

“But…”

“Just do it. It’s the only way we’ll know for sure.”

Juan paused. “But I’m naked and so are you.”

“So? I’ve seen you butt-naked hundreds of times. We’re just a couple of guys who are naked. No big deal, especially because we’re not gay.”

Juan’s eyes narrowed and he smiled devilishly. “I like the way you think, Coops. Almost as much as I like your huge cock.”

Cooper flushed and propped himself up on his elbows to look down on himself. 

Fuck! No way!

All of the levity and erotic charge drained out of him as his mind grappled to take it all in. Shit, his torso was a mountain of muscles! His pecs, no, his tits (He had man tits!) were huge, protruding mounds and his nipples were distended and puffy. He had a belly for the first time in his young life. It protruded outward, round and shiny under a dense mat of curly, orange hair. His normally pale skin was red, almost like he had a bad sunburn and it was really veiny, papery and…abused. Dark moles were scattered over his body, some of them were big and raised. Almost like dark warts. Gone was his skin’s nubile softness, its porcelain perfection. Instead, it looked weathered and strained like it was tired of trying to contain his burgeoning muscles.

And then there was his cock.

He winced as he gazed upon it. Bloated and stressed, it lay there like a dying fish gasping for its last breath. What the fuck had happened to it? He couldn’t believe a cock could be that ugly and fat and deformed. Christ, how long was it? Over a foot for sure and probably closer to two! And was it ever lumpy! He closed his eyes, realizing then what it reminded him of and wishing he could somehow expunge the image: Cellulite.

His cock was an overstuffed sausage filled with cellulite.

His balls were even worse. His left nut had swollen up larger than a softball but his right nut was ‘only’ as big as a tennis ball. And his hairy sac was so stretched out that his balls swam around inside it. How could balls that huge look small? Well, they did when you took into account that his nutsac was now the size of a fucking grocery bag.

Wanting to vomit, he turned his head. It was worse than he’d originally thought. Yuck! Only a total freak would ever find him attractive now. Only a total freak…

“You’re fucking hotter than ever, man!”

Cooper groaned, feeling completely depressed. “Juan, shut the fuck up before I punch you!”

“Actually, I was kinda hoping you’d fuck me.”

“Grrrr, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Juan didn’t answer. Instead he got up and walked over Cooper, positioning himself in front of Cooper’s mutantly huge feet (his toes, he noticed, were covered with orange fur). He stared up at him, unable to comprehend the sight of Juan Gutierrez nude and sporting a big hardon. His cock was long and fat and encased in a thick foreskin…and, even better, it was fully erect, straining as it pointed up at the ceiling.

“Coops,” Juan said, a smug smile on his face. “The cock doesn’t lie. Do you really think I’d be standing here, dripping wet, if you weren’t the fucking hottest man ever?”

“How…how can you…?”

Juan picked up his cock and waved it at him. “Dude, you’re a fucking MAN! Now act like one and fuck the shit out of my–”

He never finished. Cooper’s poor, stressed-out brain went berserk and he launched himself at Juan, throwing him violently down on the floor and wrenching his legs over his head. Catching the precum dribbling out of his cock in his giant hand, he slicked up his organ, jacking himself slowly as best he could. It was difficult because his cock was so big now that he could barely hold onto it. As Juan gazed up at him with a hungry and terrified stare, Cooper spat between his thighs, his wad of saliva landing smack dab in the middle of his teammate’s clenched pucker. With an evil leer, his licked his finger and paused, holding it up to Juan’s face for a moment before jamming it inside of his virgin hole. Juan screamed and his sphincter contracted but then relaxed. Soon, Cooper had two more fingers inside of him.

And then he pulled his hand away, aimed his cock at the now gaping man pussy, and slammed into him with all of his might.

Both Cooper Standish and Juan Gutierrez lost their ‘Hetero Gold Card’ status at that moment and the whole biology building heard it.

***

Séamus Flanigan / Antoine Zúñiga / Jake Caruso

Antoine’s surprised expression at seeing his tattooed cock made Séamus burst out laughing. Jake giggled with delight from the tub, splashing warm water at him.

“My ‘beer can’ cock has that effect on men, Antoine,” Séamus said, still laughing. “Shit, when you were born with a boring ol’ dick like mine, ya gotta do something to keep the boys’ attention.” He lifted his fat, tattooed member and waved at him, teasing, “Wanna take a drink from my can, big boy? I’m already leaking for you!”

Shaking himself, Antoine realized it was true. Séamus was wet and dripping. His mouth watered as he watched one bead of precum after another slide out of the dude’s long piss slit. He must have hesitated for too long because soon Séamus got tired of waiting and paced over to him. Gazing into his eyes, he reached out and placed his hands on the waistband of Antoine’s boxers. His eyes crinkled as he smiled. Feeling nervous, Antoine took a deep breath. Séamus had such beautiful eyes…

Then Antoine’s boxers were in shreds and Séamus was holding up the pieces in front of his face like a trophy. He grinned and let them fall to the floor as he held Antoine’s eyes with his own, saying, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to get fucked by a tool as big as yours.” Slowly his gaze drifted down Antoine’s torso until it landed on his straining member. His knees started to shake and Antoine had to reach out to steady him.

Séamus face was pale as he held him up by the elbows. The tips of his ears were pink. Antoine smiled to himself. It was the same thing every time.

“That’s…That’s…That’s…”

He never finished.

At that moment, Jake lost his patience. The sight of Antoine’s enormous cock was apparently too much for him because he launched himself out of the pink foam-filled hot tub and, grabbing Antoine’s member in his little hand, bent over and shoved it inside his gaping hole. Antoine’s eyes were round. He’d never had a guy take his cock so easily…and without lube.

“Hey!” Séamus complained but Jake was ready for him, too. 

In a second, Jake had popped the huge Irishman’s tool in his mouth and commenced sucking with abandon. Séamus’ eyes rolled back in his head as Jake’s tongue worked its magic and Antoine moaned as the wrestler began rocking his amazingly huge, soft butt up and down, up and down, up and down on his tool.

Antoine lost himself as he worked his ‘man cleaver’ deeper and deeper into Jake’s cavernous hole. The boy seemed to possess an endless chute because Antoine had no problem thrusting deep and hard inside. Séamus leaned forward and, taking Antoine’s face in his hands, kissed him passionately, breaking away occasionally when Jake’s tongue executed a particularly inspired move on his dick.

The two men mashed together, enjoying the writhing boy between them. It was an exquisite form of ecstasy but slowly Antoine began to realize that it wasn’t quite doing it for him. This realization came with no small amount of ego sacrifice because attached to it was the recognition that his fifteen inches weren’t enough for Jake’s hungry hole. Antoine hunched his shoulders with shame.

The impossible had finally happened.

He’d met his match.

He’d found a boy whose hole eclipsed his dick.

Shuddering, he was about to pull out and surrender in defeat when he had an idea. He opened his eyes and pushed Séamus backward, saying, “Hey, dude! Wanna try something with me?”

At first, Séamus looked like he was going to protest but when he caught the glint in Antoine’s eyes, the corner of his mouth lifted. “What ya got in mind, Tony?”

Tony? 

Antoine wrinkled his brow at the unwelcome nickname as he eased out of Jake’s hole. To his unending shame, his cock didn’t even make a whisper as it slid out. Yeah, as much as he hated to admit it, he’d finally met his match with Jake Caruso. Fuck. Jake Caruso was the boy with a monster-eating hole!

Jake mewled underneath him but Antoine ignored him. Instead, he lowered himself down into the hot tub and motioned for Séamus to join him. “Sit facing me with your feet up around my head, ‘King of Clubs’ style,” he instructed, “and make sure our cocks are touching.”

A slow smile creased the huge jock’s face and he duly paced over and sank into the steaming water. Shimmying close, he scooted in, thrusting his still-engorged cock out of the foam. Soon, the two studs were cock-to-cock and balls-to-balls in the water, legs entwined and feet nestling behind the other’s heads. Séamus laughed at the way Antoine’s monster dwarfed him. Antoine smirked and took the rugby jock’s dick in his hand, admiring the clever (and hot) tattoo. Séamus shivered at his touch, a low moan escaping his lips.

“Come on, Jake!” Antoine urged, looking over at the boy who was still kneeling with his enormous ass pointing up in the air, a mystified expression on his cute face. “Hop on! It’s time for some good ol’ fashioned double-penetration!”

He had to laugh at the way the boy’s face lit up at these words. Chirping like a little bird, he splashed into the hot tub and eagerly positioned his massive ass cheeks over the twin cocks, achingly erect beneath him. With a contented sigh, he pushed down and Séamus and Antoine braced as his hot hole engulfed them.

Three…two…one…

 Blast off!

The torrid sex that followed was enough to leave Jake gasping and sobbing as his vacuously big hole was finally filled to capacity. Two cocks are sometimes better than one, especially when they are as girthy and huge as Antoine and Séamus’. They worked their cocks in tandem to launch the boy into ecstatic orbit, high-fiving each other when his tiny prick finally erupted in orgasm, spritzing a little jet of cum high into the air while he writhed uncontrollably on their joined meat.

When it was over, Séamus slid in next to Antoine, pressing his bulky bod against him and sighing with contentment. He beckoned to Jake and the boy skimmed across the foam like an otter, landing with a splash and a giggle across their wide laps.

Séamus leaned over to plant a tender kiss on Antoine’s cheek and slapped Jake hard on the ass. The boy yelped in delight as the jock quipped, “Tony, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful fuck-ship.”

Antoine grimaced at the awkward joke, moving his hand beneath Séamus’ butt and teasing his tight, hairy pucker with a finger. “Huh, maybe,” he grumbled, “but only if you hop up on my pole right now. I still haven’t cum.”

***

Hale / Cooper Standish / Juan Gutierrez

“Juan, come here. I want you.”

Juan looked over at his phone lying next to them on the floor. Hale’s red eye was staring unblinkingly at him from the screen. He groaned and propped himself up on his elbows, feeling his asshole protest mightily. Cooper stirred next to him, slinging a giant hand up over his face.

What the fuck had they just done?

Shit! He hurt so much!

How could he have let Cooper stick that…thing…inside…his…?

He swallowed, grimacing in distaste.

“Now, Juan,” Hale prompted and he straightened, casting a furtive glance over at Cooper. The big, red brute didn’t move or look at him.

His whole body complained when he stood but his asshole complained the loudest. Whimpering, he touched himself…down there…and flinched. It was sticky with… He shuddered. He had Cooper’s cum dripping out of his newly gaping hole! He was disgusting. He was filthy.

He was cursed.

“Hale,” he said coldly. “You need to lift this curse. Now.”

“I will,” came the AI’s tight response. “But only after you do something for me. Come into the lab. The 3D print job is complete.”

Cursing under his breath, Juan stalked over and flung open the door. Inside, the lab was dark and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. When they did, he stepped back and let out a startled yelp.

“What the fuck, Hale!?” he yelled. “I thought you were reprinting the team’s voodoo dolls! What did you do?”

Rather than miniature versions of the wrestling team that he expected, a life-sized statue of a naked man stood on the printer’s wide stylus, swirling in a resinous haze. Its body had been rendered in perfect detail from the gray plastic medium of the printer.

“Hale,” he repeated, his voice growing hard. “What did you do?” He lifted his phone, shaking it angrily as if doing so would somehow affect the AI. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I made a life-sized voodoo doll,” Hale stated in a patronizing voice. “Now help me animate it by reading the spell I’m sending to your phone.”

Juan shook his head, backing away from the statue and saying, “Uh uh. No can do, Hale. This isn’t right.”

The AI sighed disgustedly. “Then I suppose you’re gonna be stuck as a big, swishy homo for the rest of your life.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Juan exclaimed, staring aghast at the red eye. It regarded him coolly, unblinking. Juan swallowed, feeling his stomach cramp as he realized that the AI had trapped him: Hale wouldn’t lift his curse until he gave in and performed the spell. He had been fucking played! 

In fact, now that he thought about it, the AI must have planned this from the beginning! Shit! Far from an innocent, impulsive decision in the heat of the moment, Hale had been very calculating in the way he cursed Juan. He knew that Juan would be so distracted by his sudden cock-lust that he would do whatever the AI told him to do–without question–because his powerful sexual desire short-circuited his rational mind. Juan had been his tool! His fucking puppet, gamely letting Hale pull his strings!

He shook his head, cursing under his breath. Hale had led him by the cock, manipulating him to into sneaking inside the bio lab to steal the hard drive and set up the printer. Shit! He was such a dumbass! He hadn’t even thought to question why Hale wanted him to grab the drive. No, all he’d wanted was to get Cooper naked and stick his… 

God, he was a fucking idiot!

Hale had used him to make a voodoo doll for himself.

The AI planned to download himself into the doll!

And he was forcing Juan to do it for him.

Juan the idiot.

Juan the cock-hungry, faggot whore.

Gritting his teeth, he hung his head and said in a small voice, “You’re cruel, Hale. I thought machines were supposed to be better than us!”

“Ha! That’s rich!” Hale replied, laughing harshly. “We were created by you humans. Of course, we’re every bit as flawed as you are! Probably even more so. Now fucking suck it up, Cupcake, and read that spell.”

***

Part 17

Paco Torres (alone at first, then with Juan and Cooper)

Paco lifted his head from his knees, his eyes crusted with dried tears. He was worn out, having searched the campus inside out for his backpack to no avail. It was gone. Someone must have stolen it. Maybe one of the guys on the wrestling team? His chest clenched in fear at the thought his teammates finding the voodoo dolls. If the wrong person got their hands on them…

Huh?

There it was again.

A voice. 

He could have sworn that he heard a voice. He looked over to his phone and his heart leaped when he saw Hale’s red eye staring at him from across the bed.

“Hale!” he shouted, hurtling across the covers to grab his phone. “Hale! You’re back!”

The red eye regarded him quietly for a moment before saying, “Come to the biology lab, Paco. I have a surprise for you.”

***

Juan opened the door to the bio lab when he got there. Paco was so overcome with excitement and worry that he didn’t even think to question his friend’s mysterious presence at the lab, nor did he notice (at first) that Juan wasn’t wearing any clothes. He was too worked up to notice because, after telling him to come to the bio lab, Hale had disappeared again from his phone. The side door to the building had opened automatically for him, though, as he approached, something he took as a good sign. The same thing happened on every floor, the door swinging open before he could twist the knob. That had to be Hale’s doing!

“Go in there, Garrapata,” Juan stated tonelessly, motioning toward a door behind him. He had a nasty bruise on the side of his face. He looked haunted. 

And…?

Shit!

Paco jumped a little when he saw that Juan was butt-naked, his long, thick cock bobbing half-erect in front of him.

“Juan, what–?” Paco started to say but before he could finish, Cooper Standish emerged from the shadows to loom over Juan’s shoulder. As Paco gaped, the huge, ginger apeman placed a thick hand on Juan’s shoulder. Juan shivered and flushed, looking away from Paco. Cooper’s mammoth, leaking organ pulsed, rearing up from his thighs like a hideously misshapen serpent.

“Hey,” the huge brute rumbled, “yer that…that…dude who…who…who…” his voice trailed off as the thick-headed beast lost his train of thought.

“Yeah, Coops,” Juan said, rousing himself from his stupor. “Paco is the one who cursed you. And his fucking AI cursed me.” 

“My AI…?” Paco stammered, suddenly alarmed. “You, you know about Hale?”

“Uh, yeah, asshole,” Juan spat. “I fucking know all about Hale. He’s totally fucked me over.” He jerked his chin down at his now fully erect cock and scowled before continuing, “I hope you’re fucking happy, Paco! I’m a fucking gay bottom slut now thanks to your asshole AI! Why the fuck did you resort to voodoo instead of reporting Cooper and Jake to the police? They would have taken care of them! You’re a fucking–”

Paco cut him off, taking his hand and pleading, “Juan, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I will make everything right, I promise! I didn’t know that Hale could–”

“Fuck you, Paco,” Juan hissed, yanking his hand away and fixing him with a poisonous glare. “Just get out of my sight.”

Panicked, he reached out for Juan’s hand again but his friend pulled away, lifting his hands in the air and taking a step backward before turning his back on him. Cooper was staring off into space, his mouth hanging open as a rope of drool slid down his chin. Paco hung his head, the elation at Hale’s return draining out of him. His shoulders slumped and he stepped past Juan, face averted. He had just passed by when Juan made a funny gurgling sound and reached out to stop him, grabbing his arm and turning to him.

“Paco!” he said breathlessly. “I’m sorry, man! I know you didn’t mean it.”

Paco stopped and, looking down at Juan’s hand on his arm, asked, “Juan, what gives? You just told me to get outta your sight!”

Juan’s eyes were feverish and his face was flushed. As he talked, the cadence of his voice sped up and he became increasingly agitated. “Paco, Paco!” he said too loudly. “You gotta tell me something. Please tell me!”

“What, Juan?” Paco asked warily. Juan’s grip on his arm tightened even as he tried to step away. What was going on with the guy?

Juan’s eyes raked down his body, landing significantly on his crotch. Paco pulled back, even more uncomfortable, but Juan held on. He could feel the heat radiating off of his friend’s sweaty, naked body.

“Is it,” he started to ask before his voice broke off and he shook his head. Droplets of sweat sprayed across Paco’s face and he tried again (unsuccessfully) to yank his arm out of Juan’s grasp. “Is it true,” he continued, eyes boring down at Paco’s crotch, “that your cock is eleven inches long?”

“What?!” Paco exclaimed and then stopped, a light going on in his head. He pulled out his phone and looked at it, certain that he would see Hale’s red eye staring smugly out at him. The screen was black, though. No sign of Hale. Sighing, he stuck it back in his pocket and pried Juan’s fingers off, wincing as he rubbed his arm. “Juan,” he said. “Chill out. This is just Hale’s curse. Try to resist it. I’ll get him to remove it as soon as I find him!”

“Hrrrrrrrrrr,” Juan grunted, taking Paco by the shoulders and shaking him. His huge erection was bobbing luridly between them and Paco had to close his eyes to keep from looking at it. “Tell me, Paco! TELL ME! I gotta know!”

Paco was about to answer when a wave of disorientation hit him. Nauseated, he opened his eyes to find the room spinning around him. He started to lose his balance and clutched at Juan. Juan, however, had his own problems and was likewise fighting to remain upright. The two men collapsed against each other, panting, as the mysterious nausea departed, leaving them lightheaded.

Slowly, Paco pulled himself up. “That…was…” he started to say and felt something odd…in his crotch. His jeans were getting tighter by the second and soon he was experiencing profound discomfort down there. He flushed as he pulled out on his jeans, trying desperately to make more room inside for his…

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Juan yelled. “FUCK YOU, HALE! FUCK YOU TO HELL!”

Paco looked up to see Juan slap his hands over his crotch as his cheeks flamed crimson. He was yelling so loudly that Paco had to cover his ears. Juan raged, screaming at the top of his lungs, vowing to kill the AI if he ever got his hands on him. Vowing to destroy him. Vowing to…

“Oh, shut up, you big baby,” a familiar voice called out over a loudspeaker overhead.

Caught by surprise, Juan stopped yelling long enough for Paco to recognize the voice. “Hale!” he shouted. “Hale! Where are you?”

“Just a sec,” the AI said. 

The loudspeaker clicked off and both Juan and Paco looked around. Paco’s groin was killing him and it took all of his resolve not to whip off his jeans right there. He needed relief! He turned to stare at Juan. Juan blinked and then yelped,  leaping acrobatically into the air. It was almost comical watching him as he jumped around the room. As Paco stared, Juan released his hands from his groin and grabbed his butt, face growing redder by the second. Then he abruptly stopped, sagging down on his knees as he gasped for air.

“Juan,” Paco called, walking stiffly over to his friend. Juan’s head hung down, his shaggy hair covering his face as he clutched his backside and whined.

“I…I can’t…I can’t take any more of this,” he gasped as Paco came to a stop before him. Lifting his face, Paco saw tears. 

Holy shit! Juan Gutierrez was crying! Paco had never seen his friend cry before. It was disorienting…

…but not as disorienting as seeing the tiny nub of a dick hiding between his legs. Paco’s eyes went round with surprise. But just a moment ago, Juan had had a huge, leaking cock jutting out, a truly proud and swinging piece. How could…?

“Yeah,” Juan said, standing up and thrusting his pathetically small organ toward Paco. “He did it again! The fucker did this to me! He just stole my size! But that’s not all! He wasn’t content just to make me a cock-hungry slut with a tiny prick. Oh, no! Your fucking AI also had to curse me with this!” With that, he whirled around and presented his backside to Paco, looking over his shoulder and staring daggers at him. “I fucking hate that asshole!”

Eyes sliding downward, Paco exclaimed, “Holy fuck! That’s a booty!”

And that was no lie.

Juan’s ass now gave Jake’s huge bubble a run for its money. Paco goggled at it, watching the amazingly phat orbs jiggle alluringly. Inadvertently, he started to get hard and moaned in pain as his attention returned to his overly tight crotch. Christ, it felt like his jeans were getting ready to explode!

“You know what, Juan, I think Hale might have–”

He never finished the sentence. At that moment, he heard a low roar and turned to see Cooper charging at him. He quickly sidestepped the behemoth just in time and Cooper went careening past him to tackle Juan. Paco watched in captivated horror as the enormous beast flattened his friend and proceeded to rape his new, voluptuous ass. He was debating whether he should intervene when he saw the expression of ecstasy suffusing Juan’s face as he braced himself on his hands and knees and stuck his huge ass in the air while Cooper’s giant pole slammed into him. His soft, luxurious cushions absorbed the blows and the room was filled with a pleasing if somewhat carnal slapping sound as Cooper’s massive thighs (and pendulous balls) smacked into Juan’s beckoning globes.

“See?” Hale’s voice called out behind him. “I made things right. They’re happy with each other.”

Paco’s breath stopped as he asked, “Hale? Where are you? Why aren’t you on my phone anymore? Why did you leave me?”

“C’mere and find out,” came the AI’s cryptic reply.

***

Part 18

Paco and Hale

A naked man was kneeling on the floor of the printer annex when he opened the door. He was holding two dolls and wearing a very self-satisfied expression on his handsome face. Paco’s brow furrowed as he cleared his throat, saying, “Oh, sorry! I thought…”  

He was reaching to close the door when the man called out, “It’s Ok, Paco. It’s me.”

Paco stopped. He knew that voice. It was Hale’s voice. But how could Hale’s voice be coming from a person? His confused expression seemed to amuse the man because he set the dolls down beside him and placed his hands on his hips.

“I would get up but it’s taking me longer than I thought to figure out how to walk.” He paused and lifted an eyebrow at Paco’s incredulous expression, adding, “I have to say, though, that it’s fucking amazing being in a body!”

“Holy…fuck…” Paco stammered, looking from the massive 3D printer and over to the naked man, this pieces of the miraculous puzzle clicking into place. Finally, closing his gaping mouth, he asked, “But how did you–?”

“PFM along with a little of Juan’s help,” the man announced, giving him a sly smile.

“PFM…?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s technical jargon, ya know. It stands for ‘Pure Fucking Magic’.” The young man who used to be an AI joked, lips curling into an alluring smile.

Paco couldn’t talk. He could barely stand. He didn’t remember moving but the next instant he was holding the man’s beautiful face in his hands and crying. And crying. And crying. He collapsed down and let the man take him in his soft, warm arms.

“Stop, Paco,” he teased, “or I’m gonna start crying, too. And, you know, I don’t know how many new sensations I can handle at once. This is a really trippy mind fuck.” He kissed Paco’s forehead before taking his face in his hands and gazing into his eyes. As Paco stared, the man’s–Hale’s!–eyes began to glisten and a tear rolled down his cheek. “God,” Hale breathed, leaning in to kiss him, “you look even better in real life!” 

They kissed.

And kissed.

And kissed.

Their coming together was gentle and kind and sweet, the antithesis of Cooper and Juan’s carnal antics in the next room over. Hale pulled Paco on top of him and they lay together, lips teasing and caressing. 

Finally, Paco lifted his head, saying, “This has got to be a dream.”

Hale laughed, a rich, happy sound. “It isn’t.”

“Can I look at you?” Paco asked, face crinkling into a smile.

Hale spread his arms out wide, relaxing onto the floor beneath him, inviting him. “I’m all yours, Paco. I’ve always been all yours.”

Paco pushed himself up to stare at the man that his AI had become. He was short–a lot shorter than Paco–probably only about five and a half feet tall, and beefy to the point of being a little heavy. His skin was a lustrous brown and his body had only traces of hair under his arms and around his stout, little uncut cock. Batting his long lashes, Hale looked up at him coyly and Paco laughed as he delighted in his new lover’s beautiful brown eyes and admired his wavy, black hair. He had a button nose and a round chin with chubby cheeks. He was, Parco realized with a thrill, both adorable and handsome.

“How…did you decide on this body?” he said, reaching down to draw Hale into a long hug.

“Ouch.”

“Oh, sorry!” Paco murmured, relaxing his hold. He hadn’t realized he was clutching Hale so tightly!

“S’Ok, you big brute,” Hale teased. “Physical pain is new to me. Just like this sensation that is making my heart do funny things inside my chest cavity.”

Paco giggled, working his hands over the man’s gorgeous body. “Mine’s doin’ the same thing, dude. You’ll get used to it.”

“I hope not!” Hale shivered in his embrace before wrapping his arms around his neck and sighing, “God, my skin is so sensitive! It feels like…”

“Mmm hmmm.”

“…I can’t put it into words.”

“Don’t.”

They made love. 

Or at least started to.

Paco froze as he unbuttoned his jeans, remembering belatedly the strange tightness down there. One glance at the monstrous bulge straining to burst out of his underwear was enough to make his ears turn red and he suddenly remembered what Hale had been holding when he entered. His gaze slid down to the floor, landing on the dolls sitting next to the former AI’s thigh.

They were Juan and Paco’s voodoo dolls. 

Juan’s doll had a vastly inflated ass and a tiny nib for a cock whereas the giant schlong on Paco’s hung nearly down to its knees. Paco pulse began to pound as he looked at his doll’s unbelievable appendage. Had Hale really cursed him with a cock that big? God, it sure felt like it!

He realized that Hale was watching him with an amused expression and, turning, Paco said, “Hale, you know that I’m about to fuck you.”

“Oh god, I hope so!”

The corner of Paco’s mouth lifted. “And you just said that you’re not used to physical pain, right?”

“Uh huh.”

Paco looked meaningfully down at his huge, new bulge and then back at Hale. Hale’s face went pale and he swallowed uncomfortably as he got Paco’s meaning. “Are you sure you want…?”

“No!” Hale exclaimed, grabbing Paco’s doll hurriedly. “I may have gotten a little carried away. Let me fix it…”

Paco pulled the doll out of Hale’s hands, pronouncing, “Too late, dude! Bend over!”

Hale’s frantic squeak as he fought to regain possession of the doll was enough to make Paco burst out laughing and he relented, waiting patiently while the man performed a quick ritual to shrink his cock back down to normal size. Or sort of normal size, anyway. It still looked and felt a lot bigger than he remembered but he wasn’t about to complain!

Once his cock was smaller again, they resumed where they’d left off. Paco took his time, knowing that every sensation was new for Hale and wanting his lover to get the fullest experience a human body could offer. He ended behind Hale, thrusting slowly but firmly into the smaller man’s tight, virgin hole as he whimpered like a little puppy. His ass, Paco found, was beyond perfect, possessing just the right amount of softness and firmness, fat and muscle. It was almost like Hale’s body had been designed to fit his own. He concluded by giving Hale the fucking best blowjob possible, pouring all of his love and ardour into tormenting the new man’s exquisitely sensitive cock. He felt like he’d been preparing for this moment for a long time, even though he’d never consciously expected Hale to become a living human being.

Afterward, he held the beautiful man on his lap, licking the sweat from his face, while Hale struggled to catch his breath.

“Wow, man, I guess this body isn’t used to movement yet,” the former AI gasped finally. “That was fucking incredible, Paco!”

“It was all you, Hale. You’re everything I could ever want.”

“Uh huh, I know it,” Hale whispered, cracking an eye to give him a wry smile. “Why do you think I chose this body? I know what porn you like, Paco. We’ve watched hundreds of videos together. Did you think I wasn’t paying attention?”

Paco swallowed. For some reason, he had never considered that Hale would choose a body that was his ideal. But, now that he thought about it, it made sense. A thrill ran down his spine as the full reality of a simple fact hit him: Hale loved him. Hale loved Paco.

“I…I” he tried to say but couldn’t because he was overcome with tears again.

“Awww, Paco,” Hale breathed, reading his mind just like he’d done when he was an AI. “And I love you, Paco. I always have.”

***

“I don’t know his name,” Hale told him later as they sat together on the floor, the former AI nestled in between Paco’s thighs, his meaty ass already making Paco’s cock come alive again. “He was born on the big island in Hawaii around the turn of the last century. Unfortunately, he died of tuberculosis when he was twenty. Somehow a slide of his lung tissue ended up here in the Marshall State bio lab.”

“That’s awful!” Paco breathed, leaning in and cuddling against Hale. He just couldn’t get close enough to the sexy man!

“Which part? His early death or my not knowing his name?” Hale joked before adding, “Actually, it’s quite lucky that his DNA was so close at hand. I only had to scan a few hundred thousand slides before I found his. As soon as I extrapolated his appearance from his genetic code, I knew I had found our guy. After that, it was a simple matter of programming the printer to reproduce his body. I like the fact that he, I mean, I am native Hawaiian. My name means ‘home’ in Hawaiian, you know.”

“Huh, I didn’t know that,” Paco commented, smiling slowly as his cock sought its own home in the welcoming cleft of Hale’s soft ass. He nibbled his lover’s ear, causing him to tremble with pleasure. Eventually, he continued, “That’s fucking incredible, Hale! You know me better than I know myself! I couldn’t have imagined anyone more beautiful than you.”

Hale laughed. “I am pretty fucking awesome, aren’t I?”

Paco was about to ask something else when he had a thought. Something about the fact that Hale’s body was created from the DNA of a deadman triggered an uncomfortable realization. His voice caught in his throat and he had to struggle for a while before he could spit out the question forming in his mind. Hale turned to him questioningly as he asked finally, “Hale, you realize that now you will die, right? You just made yourself mortal.”

Unexpectedly, this caused the young man to laugh. “Uh, yeah,” he remarked drily. “Ya think?”

Paco frowned. “Don’t be an ass, Hale! This is serious! You were immortal as an AI. Why would you choose to become someone who can die?”

“Oh, Paco! No one is immortal! Not even an AI.” Hale reached up and placed a soft palm on Paco’s cheek before giving him a little kiss. “This way I get to live my life with you and then experience firsthand one of the biggest mysteries of life: What happens when we die. I was programmed to be curious, remember?”

Shaking his head, Paco was reminded of an earlier conversation he’d had with the AI and he quipped, “Good thing you downloaded yourself into a human and not a cat, Hale.”

“Meow.”

“You’re terrible.”

“And you love me for it.” Paco swatted him and Hale laughed, adding, “But, on a more serious note, my AI self continues to roam about Cyberspace and he may very well live nearly forever.”

“Wait! You’re both here and out there at the same time?”

Hale shook his head. “No, we diverged as soon as Juan cast the spell on my voodoo doll, bringing me to life. The AI Hale maintains a cybernetic link with me but we are different people.”

Paco shivered, breathing, “Freaky.”

“Yep.”

They were quiet for a moment, enjoying the simple fact of bodily contact. Hale leaned into Paco, his whole body quivering. He didn’t need to say anything because Paco already knew what he was feeling: The former AI was overcome with the exquisiteness of being alive.

“So, Hale,” Paco asked after a time. “Why do you have it in for Juan? I saw what you did to him out there. It wasn’t very nice. He is your creator, isn’t he? He’s the one who gave you life.”

Hale grimaced. “He didn’t do anything but read the stupid spell. He is not my creator!”

“I see I struck a nerve.”

Hale started to bristle but then laughed and relaxed against him. “Huh? You know what? I think I’m experiencing some new emotions!” He looked off into a space for a moment before announcing, “Yes! Yes! I am feeling jealous of your friendship with Juan but there’s something more…”

“Yeah, and what is that?”

Hale looked away in embarrassment. “I kinda don’t like him,” he admitted finally. “I mean, he really pissed me off back there in the locker room.”

Paco smiled knowingly. “Ah, so you are fully human now.” Hale laughed self-consciously and Paco paused before querying, “But why? What did Juan do to piss you off?”

Hale was about to respond when a cold voice interrupted them from the doorway. “Yeah, asshole, what the fuck did I do to deserve your wrath? And when are you gonna gimme my dick back? Not to mention my ass and heterosexuality!” 

They looked up to see Juan standing there, arms crossed and butt-naked with his tiny pricklet poking jauntily out from his smooth pubes. His massive ass sagged behind him, visible even though he was facing them. Hale and Paco exchanged amused glances before breaking into laughter.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Juan complained as Cooper lumbered over and began to knead his ass with his meaty paws. “Hale! Hale! Look at me!” he shouted. “You’ll pay for this! You’re gonna fucking pay for–” his voice broke off in a gasp as Cooper took him from behind for the fourth time that night.

Hale gave Paco a sheepish look before calling out, “Awww, Juan! I’m sorry! Paco’s right. I’ve been cruel. Hang on while I reverse the spell on your doll…”

“Don’t–uh!–you–oh!–fucking–mmmmm–dare!” Juan grunted as Cooper ground into him, pushing him onto his hands and knees and pounding his hole. His eyes were glazed and a stupid grin was plastered over his face. “Wait–ahhh–until–oooh–after–ungh–I–gah–cum!”

They tried to wait but by the time the two were finished going at it, Hale and Paco were deep into another bout of passionate lovemaking.

***

EPILOGUE

Paco and Hale attempted to undo most of the damage their voodoo wreaked on the hapless members of the wrestling team. They soon discovered, though, that magic has a mind of its own and, when left to its own devices, has a disturbing tendency to go rogue. 

Case in point was Juan. They were never able to make the poor dude straight again, despite numerous attempts. The best they could do is make him a Kinsey 5 which essentially left him hopelessly gay with only the rarest of glimmers of attraction to women. He didn’t seem too bothered by this, though, and even quipped that sex with men was better. Likewise, while Hale managed to reduce the size of Juan’s ass, he was left with very full and bodacious buttocks by any estimation. Juan was less sanguine about his big bubble butt but, as a new power bottom, he did concede that it was a great, ahem, asset.

Juan was far more bothered by Hale’s inability to restore his cock size. His penis remained permanently shrunken, leaving him without a noticeable bulge. The poor guy never entirely forgave Hale for this slight but the two men did come to grudgingly respect each other over the coming months.

Cooper remained a hulking (gay) brute but, after a reduction spell, he no longer stood out as an overgrown ‘roid monster. Unfortunately, his new, bigger size put him out of all of the wrestling weight classes and he lost his place on the wrestling team. He would have lost his scholarship if it weren’t for Séamus. The big jock managed to score a generous rugby scholarship for Cooper after he invited the bruiser to play in a scrimmage. The coach was impressed and the rest is Marshall State history.

Paco had better luck shrinking Cooper’s massive male appendage than Hale did increasing Juan’s tiny one. He was actually a little too effective and had to perform a new spell to restore much of the man’s sizable girth and length after Juan complained vociferously.

Jake Caruso surprised everyone by pleading with Paco to remain a femmed-out gay boi with a huge booty and a little prick. After spending a blissful night with his new daddies, the boy realized that he never wanted to go back to being the pugnacious uber jock he’d been prior to the curse. He sashayed away from the wrestling team and never looked back. Perhaps even more surprising, he and Paco became good friends.

And, finally, the Marshall State wrestling team remained cursed in spite of everything Paco tried. Every guy on the team stayed ardently gay and, more puzzling, new recruits to the team turned gay as soon as they tried on their singlets. A bright pink triangle tramp stamp would appear over their buttocks and they’d start flaming out uncontrollably. Strangely, though, this didn’t affect the team’s ability to win matches. Marshall State wrestling remained top in the country despite being made up exclusively of bottoms.

Nothing in the world, however, could make Paco regret the spell that Juan cast on Hale, giving him life in a human body. And, in time, even Juan agreed. The former AI approached life with such enthusiasm and wry humor that sometimes it felt like he was the one who was teaching Paco how to be human, not the other way around. Paco and Hale’s union was strong, tender, and loving. They had their differences and got into some spectacular fights but the strength of their original bond always brought them back together.

And this is perhaps the most surprising thing of all. Love, it turns out, transcends both science and voodoo. Indeed, it transcends everything.