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Drew a poster for school's valentines day (it's a different date where I live) and I said "the heads should look like polygons, representing diversity because everyone's different"
LITTLE DO THEY KNOW THESE ARE MY CHARACTERS AND I TRICKED THEM HEHEHEH
SIX SPELLS
Original TG Caption by @shadowbornkayla
“A deal’s a deal, Doug. You lost the game, so each of us gets to cast one spell on you.”
I fucking hated wizard school. So many rules and traditions, backwards customs and fucked up games. Joining this fraternity was a mistake. And now I had to subjected to this initiation? I was pissed.
“I didn’t even want to play this stupid game. But go ahead, whatever.” I say in the chair in defeat, hoping they’d finish their humiliation and just be done with it.
Marko cracked his knuckles, going first. “I’ve been waiting to try this one. You probably heard about it, but no one at this school has the balls to actually do it.” He made a complicated hand gesture at me, and shouted the spellword:
BEAUTY
Everyone’s eyes widened at this. “Beauty!? What the fuck, but that changes people into— UGH!” My ribs crackled and my body felt like it was on fire. It hurt so much! I could feel my face moving, everything in my body twisting and shrinking and growing simultaneously. I felt like putty, my bones rearranging. My chest erupted into two breasts, my genitals morphed into a womb and vagina. My hair grew long and full, and I became a small, dainty, impossibly beautiful woman. My onlookers watched in horror and arousal as it ended.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yelled, my voice carrying a higher pitch, but no less angry than I could manage before.
“Wow, hahaha, that actually worked! I thought you were going to turn into a monster or something, but you are fucking hot, Doug! Looks better this way, doesn’t it?” Marko laughed. So did the others.
I took a sour look at myself in the mirror, seeing my reflection betray me was awkward. I had a complete dissonance with myself, expecting my former male body but instead seeing this incredibly hot girl stare back at me. Our eyes perfectly locked, our movements synchronized. I had to look away, the vertigo from the strangeness of it all was getting too much for me.
“Okay, okay, my turn next!” Diego chimed in. I rolled my eyes, but I was terrified. I didn’t want them to get any weird ideas.
“No weird sex stuff, Diego. We agreed to that much.” Marko reminded him.
“You make a hot girl, Doug, but I think your wardrobe needs a lift, huh? A girl like you needs a good ‘fit to match.” Diego was a master of transmogrification. He made some outlandish hand motions and said the spellword:
STYLE
I braced for impact. At first nothing happened, I just waited for my clothes to tear themselves apart and be replaced with something fresher, but that didn’t happen. I was a little confused, actually.
“What did you do?” One of the guys asked Diego. I just kept standing there, looking down at my frumpy-looking clothes and waiting.
“How do you feel, Doug?” Diego asked me.
“Uh, okay? I don’t think your spell did anything, I’m still wearing these ugly-ass guy clothes. I thought you’d change them to something more modern and trendy?” I took off the hoodie I was wearing and tied it around my skinny waist, trying to get it to look good on my body. It wasn’t working.
Diego flashed a sly smile. “Oh well, too bad. Hey Wex, do you have any of your girlfriend’s clothes lying around your room our friend here can borrow?” Wexley laughed at that and nodded, then bolted to his room, while the others also laughed thinking it was some kind of dig at me. That was frustrating, but honestly, Chloe’s clothes *would* fit me a lot better, and she always looked so hot...
Michael was next. He was a big guy, kinda slow but well meaning. I think he had been studying sports magic?
“Uh...” he stammered, unsure what to cast. “I guess I could try this one? Might be funny... we usually use it to help ballerinas and stuff...” He made his own set of gestures, maybe a little clumsily, and said the spellword:
GRACE
The magic penetrated me and I took a step back, my foot catching the ground behind me on my toes. I felt lighter. I brought my slender arms up to look at them, and naturally took a pose that was extraordinarily delicate and feminine. It was undeniably graceful.
“I got the clothes!” Wex burst into the room while I was still getting my bearings. He tossed a few things into the floor at my feet, “Hope you like them, **lady**.”
I rolled my eyes and knelt to pick up the clothes, “I could use some privacy, please.” I spoke softly. My voice sounded even more foreign, it was lovely and polite. I moved to a corner of the room and when I was *almost* sure none of the boys were watching me I casually slipped out of my boy clothes.
I took a moment to admire my naked body. It was smooth and perfect, my hips rounded nicely and my butt was pert and nice. My every movement was like a dancer, as I put on Chloe’s panties and bra I was surprised to find they fit so well. Her dress was very classy and went well with my hair and eye color, I thought. Taking another glance in the mirror I was pleased with the look. Maybe later I could apply some makeup for the finishing touch.
“It’ll do.” I finally said, spinning back to the boys triumphantly.
“Uh, Doug, is that still you in there? You’re fucking hot, man.”
“Of course it’s me!” I retorted gently, brushing my hair back over my ear. “Don’t get any funny ideas, I’m still just as much a boy as you guys are. Just finish your silly spells.”
Barry was next, a twinkle in his eye. “Haha, if you say so. This is too much fun. I learned this one from my uncle, who has access to ask sorts of off limit spells these days.” He crosses his arms in front of him, forming an X, and said the spellword:
CENSOR
“Censor?” I hadn’t heard of that one before, “What the hell does that do?”
“Here’s an example, you’re not allowed to say you’re a guy anymore.”
I scoffed. “That’s preposterous. I’m a... I’m a...” I coughed. The word kept catching in my throat. “I’m a...!! ... girl? No! Fudge. How are you doing that?!”
Barry laughed. “The look on your face! You look so cute when you’re frustrated. I can add more restrictions for the next few minutes, like — you’re not allowed to say your real name, or where you’re from, or who your family is.”
“What!? You can’t do that! My name is... ugh! I’m a... From... errrrr.... “
I was freaking out a bit. Here I was, an incredibly hot girl, surrounded by frat wizards, now unable to even defend myself verbally! No one would believe me, I had to just hope they’d end their game soon and change me back.
Some of the guys joined in, adding dozens of restrictions.
“You can only say your name is Felicia.”
“You can only say you’re from Columbus, Ohio.”
“You can only say you’re attracted to guys.”
“You can only say you love sucking cock.”
“You can’t say you like anything remotely masculine.”
And on and on...
I tugged at my hair. Of course these things I could say didn’t make them true, but after enough suggestions they made me sound like some sex-crazed, soft-spoken party girl.
“This has been SO much fun, boys, but I really want to go see my boyfriend!” I said with a whimper. I didn’t want to say any of that! What boyfriend?!
“Aw, she says she has a boyfriend, fellas. That’s too bad. What did you say your name was again?” Barry goaded me.
I rolled my eyes and just gave him what he wanted, not like I had a choice anyway. “I’m Felicia, silly. You already *knew* that, because you are making me say it!”
“Oh, whoops. You’re also not allowed to say that you’re being forced to do anything by us. There, better?”
“Forced to do what? My name really IS Felicia!” I said, flummoxed and pissed on the inside but bright and cheery on the outside.
“Okay guys, I have a really wicked idea for the last spell. You know that forbidden spell Mrs. Lundgren talked about the other day?”
“Uh... the ‘forget’ one? That seems a little advanced, even for me.” Marko shrugged. “Have you even tried it before?”
“No, but that’s why we have a guinea pig, right ‘Felicia’?” He looked at me, dangerously aroused. “I’m gonna do it. I know that you’re just saying these things, but just one level down, you still know who you really are. I wonder if I can change that.”
“Um, like, that sounds like a bad idea, Wex...” I cautioned him. I didn’t know what lay on the other side of this one.
“Nonsense, you’ll be just fine. A happy, sexy, slutty girl. Isn’t that better?” He started some hand motions, big and exaggerated. A little uncontrolled. It looked sloppy to me, but I didn’t know the spell. The other guys seemed unconvinced as well, maybe even a little nervous. Then he said the spellword:
FORGET
A blinding light passed over me and everyone else in the room. I closed my eyes in fear, shielding my face as best I could, but I knew it was useless against actual magic.
I thought hard about my past as a guy, growing up as a boy. About the circumstances that brought me to the school. Changing into a girl because of this stupid game. But... nothing changed. My memories seemed to stay intact!
I opened my eyes and saw all of the guys holding their heads.
“What... what did you do?” I asked, my eyes were dilated and my vision was returning.
“Huh? What do you mean what did I do? Who are you?” Wex asked me.
“What the... what the fuck?” I asked. “Did you make yourself forget what happened? Did you mess up the spell??”
“What spell? What’s going on, and why are you in our living room?” Diego asked me.
Oh no. Did they ALL forget? Except me???
“Wex, do you seriously not remember?” I heard Barry ask, intrigued. “Hahaha! Wow, that’s rich. You fucked up the spell!”
Oh shit, Barry still remembers...??
“WHAT SPELL!?” Wex asked again, frustrated.
“Don’t worry about it, man. What matters is we’re all here, having a good time. Isn’t that right, *Felicia*?” He eyed me, seeing what I also recognized was a tantalizing opportunity. I made a sour face, saying nothing. I knew that when I talked only bad things could happen here.
“Then who is the hot chick?”
“My girlfriend, obviously. Felicia, you *have* to say you’re my girlfriend!” Barry said, adding yet another speech restriction for me. I said nothing, trying to keep quiet might help me out here.
“Whoa, is that true? Where are you from, Felicia?”
I made an awkward face, as awkward as my pretty face would allow. Should I run? What would happen then???
“You’re being awfully quiet, **babe**. Tell them!” Barry smiles, and I saw him make some discreet hand gestures. Was he casting another spell!?
LOVE
I felt it instantly. A love spell? But those were forbidden! It couldn’t work on me, right? It felt like an intense heat, moving up through my body, creating goosebumps on my soft skin and tingling sensations everywhere. I clamped my eyes shut and tried to fight it, tried to think of a way out of this mess.
Before long, the intensity just simmered away to a general feeling of warmth. It calmed me down, and I was breathing easier. That was part of the spell, I rationalized. But I was still me, I could still control myself, even if my words still betrayed me.
I gently opened my eyes after what felt like an eternity, and looked at Barry who was still waiting for me to say something. He had this sly smile on his face, he must be feeling sooo cocky. Ugh. If only he wasn’t so damn cute.
“Well?” He smiled a handsome smile at me. It was disarming... I’ve never thought about another guy like this before. “Tell them what you really think about me.”
It was devilish of him, but just looking at his toned body made me feel woozy inside. I could feel my loins heating up, embarrassed from being put on the spot. Knowing that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. Maybe even more.
“I... I love you.” I stammered, my voice catching in my throat. Did I really just say that?? I really loved this guy???
He walked over to me, confidently placing his arm around my little waistline. It felt... nice. Him touching me sent another round of feelings through my smaller female body. It was all so foreign, but I couldn’t deny it’s authenticity. I really LIKED this guy!! What’s wrong with that?
“Then maybe you wouldn’t mind us getting some privacy, huh?” He stared me straight in the eyes. His eyes were a brilliant hazel color. His stubble made him look manly. More manly than me, for sure. Maybe it would be okay, living as a woman, if I could be with him.
“Okay, okay, we get it. Jeez, get a room already.” Wex turned to the others and shook his head, and the small crowd of guys just dispersed, completely forgetting who I used to be. Leaving me completely in the hands of this hunk of a man, Barry. Who knew full well what I used to be, but wanted me anyway.
Barry slipped his big hand down the back of my pants and squeezed my plump little butt. “I’m going to make you a very happy girl, Felicia.” He whispered, menacingly. I would have been worried about this situation, had I not been so completely enthralled by his machismo. He slipped a thick finger into my new wet pussy, causing me to squeal.
“Ah...!” His fingers were rough with my virgin clit, but it pushed shockwaves through my body and I felt like putty. This felt amazing!
He sucked on my neck, pressing his scratchy stubble against my soft skin, drinking me in as I drank in him. Feeling womanly with my quick breathing. Normally I’d get so horny in the heat of passion and feel an erection, but now that his dick pushed against my thigh I just felt a complete wanting. A need to be satisfied. I grabbed his face between my hands and kissed him with everything I had.
As he lay me on the hard floor on my back, still kissing, lifting my legs as he tore my pants from them, I thought nothing of my former life.
His dick emerged from his pants and I knew I should repulse but I just leaned into the fear. He groped my breasts and slid his cock into me.
He was not gentle. I didn’t mind.
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Sleepover -- Part III
Special thanks to @dumbhornyjock for letting me play around in the world he created. Love ya, bud!
In case you missed the earlier posts: Part I Part II
Recap: In order to see my hole in action, I agreed to let my new friends take some photographs of me – even though I had four thick black fingers wedged in my tiny straight hole.
Winston came back with Darius’s phone, and started taking pictures of the whole scene. Suddenly, and I don’t know why, but I felt shy. I was still technically clothed — my hard wet dick was hidden in my tight baby blue jock. And my friends here were just helping me out. There was nothing inappropriate at all about the scene. Still… my pink hairless knot was exposed and stuffed full of four thick black fingers. I’m sure my nipples looked like they had been chewed on. They were bright red, hard and sticking about a quarter inch out from my broad lean chest. If someone were to stumble on these pictures, would they understand that this was all an innocent accident at a sleepover?
“Guys… I don’t know about this. I don’t really like being photographed,” I told Winston. I’m sure I was blushing head to toe at this point.
“Aw, come on, Mikey!” Darius cajoled. “No one’s gonna see these pics except us guys. I just know you’ll want to see your puck the way we can see it. Just let us… please Mikey. We want to be your friends.” I nodded and Darius broke out into a huge grin. “Good boy! Let’s be sure we get that pretty hole from every angle. After all,” he said with a wink to Winston, “we need to inspect every inch of that ass to see if we can figure out the problem.”
Begrudgingly, I nodded and hooked my hands under my knees, lifting up my legs. I heard the soft click of the camera as Winston took a bunch of pictures, zooming in and out to get as much detail as he could of my “perfect little hole.”
Trevon and Darius began playing with my “pussy” a little, but really only to get useful pictures and not enough to do anything other than frustrate me. Winston took several pictures of those four fingers wedged in my tiny chute. Then, they each hooked a finger on either side of my rim and spread me open. Winston got really close and took several shots of my gaping, virgin hole. Next, Trevon and Darius took their fingers out (rather easily, I might add; I thought they were stuck) and Darius spanked two fingers hard directly against my hole a few time to make my ass lips puffy and red.
When Winston was done shooting me on my back he told me to flip over and get up on all fours. Unfortunately when I did so, my head was directly over Malik’s lap. His giant cock was tenting out the front of his thin gray sweatpants, and there was a small wet spot right above the tip. I could smell something intoxicating and spicy. I knew all my nuzzling had made him hard, and I felt bad to have teased him inadvertently. I didn’t want to mention his hard cock in my face since I knew it was all my fault. I couldn’t embarrass my new friend like that.
Trevon roughly grabbed my gigantic cheeks and spread my ass open wide. I heard Winston snapping away, and I gently wiggled my behind to let him know that I was getting antsy with the photoshoot. Darius must have understood because started murmuring encouragement and rubbing his rough palms all over my ass, I guess, so I would feel more comfortable.
“There we go. So pretty and smooth. And look at that shiny wet hole. Is it feeling better? I know she’s always so twitchy and needy. I see you swaying your pretty hips and wiggling that fat ass as you walk down the hallway in school. Everyone can’t help but stare at that little jock with the huge, girly ass. I can can just imagine those soft cheeks sliding together and tickling your naughty little hole. I can always tell you’re just dying to play your little puck? To run into an empty classroom, and shove your hands down to grope your big soft cheeks and maybe rub and slap you pulsing puck. I don’t blame you. Your pussy looks so desperate. It must drive you crazy. I can’t wait for you to see it. Its actually kind of beautiful. Like, its so smooth and pink and even though its been stretched open it still looks so tight and small. Its perfect. You’re perfect.”
His soft but insistent petting was soothing. “Yeah,” I gasped out. It was strange to hear my friend describe my ass in such admiration, but I figured he was just trying to make me feel more comfortable. And truth be told it was working. I had always been ashamed of my oversized ass. But here Darius was complimenting it like it was my best feature. I arched my back and spread my thighs wider so that Winston could get the best pictures possible. Unfortunately that moved my mouth even closer to Malik’s hard dripping cock.
“There we go, Mikey. Now we can really see that pretty little hole. And now that she’s not filled up with fingers, it’s twitching like crazy. Like, it sort of looks like its winking or something. Winston, switch to video. We gotta let people see this thing in action.”
Darius continued running his big black paws all over my smooth, creamy ass. Occasionally he would drag his thumb up along the seam of my tight balls to my little hole and slide the tip inside of me for a moment. I know it was purely accidental, but it felt amazing. Every time it happened, I let out a little whimper and bucked backwards to meet his thumb. I looked up to see my new friends smirking at each other, but they were nice enough not to make fun of me for it. They knew I couldn’t help it. It was just my needy, fussy hole.
“Is this helping, Mikey? You don’t seem like you’re getting better? I mean you’re hole is fluttering uncontrollably. If anything, I feel like we might be making it worse. How does it feel, Mikey? You like it? You want D to stop?”
“Unhh No, please D, don’t stop. It feels good. Oh god, it feels so good.”
“Mmmm. Good. Describe how it feels when I play with your tight little pussy,” Darius encouraged.
“Ahhhh… Like it feels weird… I dunno. My hole is so wet. And your hands feel so big and rough. And it’s making my pussy sort of hot and tingly. But you’re right. It’s not getting better, and mmmmm… it’s not going away.”
“Hmmm…” Darius said thoughtfully, pulling his hand back. “Listen. I’m sorry I gotta ask this, but a few minutes ago when Trevon and I accidentally slipped inside of your pretty hole, how did that feel? Did that help? Did you like your hole being stretched open?”
“Mhmm.” I wished Darius was stilling gently petting my hole. My whole body was buzzing and I could feel my puck twitching violently. I suddenly wished I hadn’t let Winston tip so much of that drink down my throat. I felt so lightheaded. I closed my eyes and lolled my head down between my shoulders. I felt something warm and wet brush my lips. My eyes snapped open only to see Malik’s huge cock nudging against my pouty lips. The waistband of his sweat pants was pulled down a little— I’m sure due to my wriggling in his lap. I could see the root of his cock and the coarse black hair around it. It was thick — thicker than any I’d ever seen. I remember thinking to myself at the time that I probably couldn’t even wrap my hand all the way around it… not that I would do that, but that’s how huge the thing was. It stretched up 11 inches from that thick dick root, ending in a fat oversized head. There was a wet spot forming where the end of his cock pushed against the thin sweat pants. Instinctively I licked my lips the see whether I accidentally got Malik’s precum on them. Sure enough there was a salty taste when I pulled my tongue back into my mouth. Whoops. That was sort of embarrassing. I didn’t want to let that happen again, but I was trapped in my current position. I was stuck with my mouth hovering right over Malik’s monster cock.
Darius’ voice pulled me back from thinking about Malik’s cock. “You know I gotta hear you ask for it Mikey, If you think it will help to have my fingers stretching your boihole open, then I need to hear you say it. Look into the camera and say, ‘Put your fingers in me and stretch me open, D.’”
Oh shit! I forgot that Winston was filming this whole thing. I thought we were just going to take a few pictures of my hole for scientific purposes, and now somehow I had allowed myself to be filmed describing how good it felt to have my hole played with. That made me sort of uncomfortable, but, oh well… It’s not like anyone would see this footage other than me. I stared into the camera with my big blue eyes, overwhelmed with these strange new feelings. “Ok. Yeah,” I whimpered. All I wanted was some relief for my poor clenching pucker. “Put your big fingers in me, Darius. Stretch me open. Please. Just slide them in me. Just fill me up. Please, D?”
Darius roughly thrust his fingers back inside me and my body bucked forward from the force. I gasped in surprise, the combination of which caused Malik’s gigantic cock to slide into my open mouth. (When had he taken his dick out of his sweatpants?) I tried to pull off, but my lips were caught behind the ridge on the head of his big, wet cock.
Darius now began furiously pumping his big fingers in and out of my jock pussy. The movement of Darius’ hand on one end of me was causing me to slide up and down on the cock currently stuck in my mouth. I went to try and pull Malik’s giant cock out of my mouth, but at that very moment, Darius roughly grabbed my hands and placed them on my oversized ass cheeks. Trevon held onto my wrist as I was forced to hold myself open so we could get a good shot for the video. Unfortunately, without my arms to support me, I fell face first into Malik’s lap. I slid all the way down Malik’s long, fat cock. The head pushed against the back of my throat and I tried to pull off. With my hands held in place on my ass by Trevon, I couldn’t seem to wrench Malik’s oversized cock out of my mouth. I gagged a little, and to my horror, his cock inched all the way down my throat making my eyes water. I’m sure it was unconscious, but Malik began to rock his hips up and down pushing his cock even further down my throat and then retreating a little.
“Oh god,” Malik moaned. “I am so sorry, Mikey. I didn’t mean to get my cock stuck in your throat. What are the chances this would have happened?” Malik stroked his fingers through my blond hair and gripped the strands tightly. I’m sure he was trying to use my hair to pull my hot, wet mouth off his cock, but it sort of felt like he was holding me in place while he thrust down my throat. “Mmmm. Mikey, I feel like my dick is sort of, I don’t know, stuck in your throat. I can’t believe this happened. MMMM… baby, I’m so sorry. Try getting my dick really wet and I’ll see if I can’t pull you off of it.”
It sounded like a good idea so, looking up into Malik’s eyes I nodded. This caused me to nuzzle my nose into the coarse black hairs at the root of Malik’s enormous cock. Malik smirked down at me. “I can’t believe that you could take my cock all the way down, Mikey. Most girls can’t even handle the head and here you are just drooling away on it. What a good little jock. And you’re getting it nice and wet for me. What a good boy. You know I’m really sorry that this happened.”
Darius, meanwhile, continued working over my hole. He was using his fat fingers to stretch my tiny pucker open, continually driving them in and out and rubbing all over my ass lips. It was weird; I had a gigantic black cock stuffed completely down my throat, but all I could focus on were Darius’s thick fingers stretching open my rim and pumping into me. I was vaguely aware of my hard nipples pulsing every time Darius pushed into me and I could hear the needy whimpers I was letting loose around Malik’s cock. There was a steady buzz right under my skin, and I started rocking back to meet each thrust of those delicious fingers into me. Every time I rocked my needy hole back to meet Darius fingers, Malik’s cock slid out of the back of my throat, but then his hand in my hair jerked me forward. I couldn’t help how good it felt and I kept rocking back and forth in an effort to get those delicious fingers deeper into my juicy pussy. I was wracked with guilt. Because of my greedy hole — because I kept rocking back— I was forcing Malik to facefuck me — poor guy.
“Oh god, Mikey, I’m so sorry. I’ve been holding off for as long as I can, but I think I might cum in your pretty mouth. Mmmmm. It was a total ah -accident, I promise and I’m so sorry, but it feels so gooood. Oh your throat is so wet and tight. We’re lucky you have no gag reflex. Fuck. You’re a hell of a find, kid. Oh fuck.” Malik’s huge cock began spurting thick ropes of cum down my straight throat, all while apologizing to ME, when this entire accident was clearly my fault!
Malik fired gooey, hot spurts of cum into my mouth while gripping my hair tightly to hold my head in place. Meanwhile, Darius started rubbing against that spot inside me that made me thrash and tremble. I was too distracted by my shaking jock pussy to realize that I was instinctively gulping down the cum in my mouth and licking my lips clean.
The moment Malik caught his breath after coming down from his orgasm, it was like a spell was broken. Malik slid his 11 inch cock out of my mouth and Trevon released my hands. Darius took his fingers out of my hole and I let loose a loud, low whine. I felt empty and open and unsatisfied. My cock had been so close to shooting just like Malik’s had. If Darius had pumped his fingers into me three or four more times, I know I would have cum without even touching my cock; I’m sure I would have blacked out from pleasure. Instead, these men wouldn’t let me embarrass myself by cumming in front of them. I was slowly being driving crazy. I mean – I was moments away from outright begging on my knees for these black men to play with my pussy until I squirted. Instead, I gulped for air and tried to stop my legs from shaking.
Malik stood up, pulled his sweatpants up, and announced that he was taking off. It was so abrupt – like he had got what he came for and was now ready to leave. Before he cleared out, he apologized one last time. “God Mikey. I so sorry. Shit, You were fucking built for that. Hope it doesn’t happen again,” he said with a wink. “Thanks, kid.” I wasn’t sure why he was thanking me, but I guess he felt awkward and appreciated how cool I was being about the whole embarrassing thing. He said he had to go meet his girlfriend for a date, and he needed to run. It was like he couldn’t get out of there fast enough once he had dumped all that cum down my throat. And who could blame him. It had been pretty embarrassing for both of us.
Trevon, Winston, and Darius tried to persuade him to stay, saying something about missing all the fun that’s still to come. But Malik gestured to Winston filming the hole thing, and said, “I’m sure you’ll make sure I don’t miss a thing. I’m gonna want to see every moment of tonight on camera tomorrow.” I liked that Malik didn’t want to miss any hanging out with me, despite his prior engagement. I vowed to Malik that we’d let the camera run all night – no matter what – so that it felt like Malik was still there with us.
Malik grinned wide and patted me on the top of my head. The gesture made me feel small, and I had a sudden flash of panic. What if this video got out? I’m sure I looked like some sort of wanton slut. Moments ago, I was being controlled on both ends by a black man working one of my holes. Of course, one was the result of an unfortunate accident, and the other was just a friend helping me out – nothing indecent at all. Still, I knew that if anyone were to see this video, well, it would take some explaining. And then there was the fact that Malik had spilled what felt like a gallon of cum right down my throat and I had blindly slurped it down. What would someone think about that if this video got out? What would my dad do if – heaven-forbid – he saw?
No… I decided. I trusted my new friends. It’s not like they would let a video like this get into the wrong hands. And why would they share it? It’s not like they were proud to have worked over some straight teen jock and turned him into a pussyboy purely for fun. Right?