John had always been so puny before. He could just think of it now, and his body would respond to even the slightest movement and he could feel the raw power ripple underneath the surface of his shirt.
He stopped by a side of the road.
"You got a razor on you, anywhere?" he asked.
"No...but theres a swiss army knife in the compartment." answered Matt.
John took the knife and found a razor amongst the utensils. Taking it gently he stroked at his face, felt the eloquent brushing of skin against metal and braced himself. It felt so right...
He used some of the water from "his", now Matt's, thermos inside the tyke's backpack to help him shave. The wind whipped at his newly shaved flesh, but the shadow of dark fuzz still graced his face.
Little Matt was gripping him tight. *What a wimp*, he thought, and sped forward, oblivious to the wind beating at his frame. He stopped in front of a roadside bar to the right. Just the place to test the new bod' out.
"Feel up to a little fun?" he said, smiling his cheeky smile, (complete with ridges! he thought, stroking his cheek with his tongue)and helping Matt off the bike.
It was a seedy place. Dusty in front with no pavement. Wooden structure with some neon signs put up. Woods on all other sides, echoing deep down into gorges on his left as the road continued onwards.
Inside some guys were playing pool. With his helmet off he strode inside and told Matt to wait for him at a table. Matt looked up to his new master and looked scared, but John just laughed it off, and went into the bathroom.
Inside his stall, he whipped out his now engorged member and pissed longer than he ever had before. Zipping up, he felt so proud of his new body.
Coming back outside he found a couple of Matt's friends looking down on him, not recognizing the now twinky young skinny twig huddled up against the wall.
"Hey, relax. He's with me. He's my willing little *servant*. Aren't you, sissy?"
Matt looked grudgingly down at the floor.
"Yeah, gimme a beer, paisanos." ordered John. "And you got any lemonade back there? 'John' here'll have a lemonade. Won't you, 'John?'"
Matt nodded.
John sat down and smilingly filled up his side of the table. He was SO BIG now! He couldn't control his elation. He rubbed one of his new sideburns. He could tell his little man to do whatever he wanted.
Matt started speaking. "Wait...this isn't right. I used to be...be..."
"I used to...I used to..." mimicked John. "You used to be a shit. Now I'm in charge of things. The beer and lemonade were brought. John cracked it open expertly and put it to his lips. "You and me, we're gonna do some talking. Now I think you should put youre...former life behind you. Cause it's MINE now. Say it. Say, yes, John, I understand."
"Yes, John, I understand." repeated Matt glumly.
"Oh you don't seem too *happy* about it," John taunted. "Maybe I haven't been giving you enough attention. Hey BOYS!"
John's NEW friends came over to greet him. Matt and John stood up as well, but everyone towered over Matt.
"I think 'John' here thinks he can hang with us. I think it's time we put him to the test. What do you say we have an initiation? What do you say, 'John'? That sound like fun? Hangin' with the big boys?" He said all this gripping Matt's shoulder in a pseudo-friendly way.
Things were definitely getting fun.