"We're going to have a little contest to see who can do more push-ups. The loser has to give the winner a blowjob to completion. And Liam?," you add, looking the shriveled hunk in his gray eyes. "Win or lose, you will feel great sexual pleasure and enjoyment from the outcome." He drops his gaze despondently, grappling with the reality of what's about to happen. It's fine though, he'll be pretty enthusiastic about things in a minute.
You instruct Walker to keep count of the contest, and he nods in bitter acknowledgement. He would probably kill you right now if he got the chance, you think. And he's not a genius, but he's smarter than Liam. You should probably do something about that later, just in case. You don't need him messing things up. You shift your focus back to the other man for the time being. Liam goes first, at your request, and lowers himself to the ground. He's still naked. His long, thick cock grazes the carpet with each struggled motion. "One," Walker says robotically, "two, three..." His arms are shaking like he had just emerged from icy water by the time he reaches 10. Before Walker can say 'eleven', Liam collapses, panting from exertion.
"Okay, so 10," you say brightly. "Let's see how many I can manage." You breeze through twenty, lifting your own weight easily with your new muscles. After push-up number 11, you notice that a lusty look washed over Liam's face. Once he realized he lost, he must have become desperately horny, you suppose. You don't pay it much mind for now, sailing past 25, then 30. You glance back at Liam, his thick circumcized cock is oozing with precum. Little veins on his cock are pulsing with hot blood. His hands are balled into tight fits, resisting what he wants so badly. You get bored around fifty push-ups, and stop, although you feel like you have more in you. You're more interested in Liam. "Well, looks like I'm 5 times the man you are now, Liam. Probably shouldn't have gone around insulting my cousin's muscles and dick, or called me a faggot, huh? Karma's a bitch and all that." Liam simply stares at you, unable to speak, his mouth slightly open with pleasure.
"Well, Liam, I can see you want to make it up to me and Walker, so get over here and give me my prize." Liam stands up to move towards you. You're still sitting on the bare hardwood, your thick thighs sticking a little to the surface. "Now take these boxers off me," you say, gesturing to the cotton underwear. A wide, dark spot is staining the front, where you've been leaking non-stop. You never thought Liam would be sliding your boxers off, erect and naked, not in your wildest dreams. "You can talk now, Liam," you say, as he lowers himself.
"This is so fucked up," the small man says, giving his dick a few cursory pumps, "you're the motherfuckin' devil. Fuckin' evil." You shrug. "It turns you on though, doesn't it?" Liam blushes with shame. He forces himself to look at you again. "Yeah. Yeah, you fuck, I'm fuckin' horny for that nub you call a dick. I'm about to bust a nut just bein' next to that thing. But only cause you made me." You frown. All these complaints aren't doing it for you. "Liam, you don't have a problem with me using the amulet's power on you. In fact, it makes you hornier and hornier every time I do." Suddenly, a smile creeps across the former jock's handsome face. "Mmmmm, I can't believe you just did that. I usually hate dick and gay shit, but here I am, about to slobber all over a fag's cocktail weenie..."
Suddenly, you're very aware of Walker, glaring disapprovingly at you in his aged body. "Go have a nap, Walker," you say, "I think you've seen everything you need to for now." You watch your cousin walk away without another word. Liam's plump lips suddenly wrap around your small dick, causing you to gasp. And then...