"Maybe I'll give you a taste of your own medicine"
He flips through the other dog-eared pages to find the spell you used to swap his dick earlier.
"Runaway Penis Curse" the jock reads aloud, using the same deep voice that you think about when you pull your worm at night "Swap a male target's genitalia with an inanimate object. Tap the desired parts (penis and/or balls) on the illustration below, point the wand at the human target, then point the wand at the object for that body part to be swapped with. No time limit between choosing the target and the object. No one but the target will be able to see or feel the swap. Once the target touches the swapped item the curse will be undone."
"W-what are you going to swap it with?" you ask nervously.
"Oh you'll see" replies your crush, grinning with his perfect teeth. "But first..."
He flips through the book back to the Submission Curse and taps the wand to the page before shooting you with another burst of energy. Suddenly you feel the urge to obey every order of the manly god before you. You appreciate how fortunate you are for him to tolerate your lowly presence as he flips back through the book and hits you with another spell. You feel a tingle in your dingle but for the moment it doesn't seem as though anything has changed.
"Go find yourself seat for the game tonight." he orders, as he lifts you up off the coat hooks and drops you on the changing room floor. "I want you to have a good view for what I have in store."
"Yes sir!" You chime obediently, and immediately scramble to your feet and run to the football field as quickly as your stubby legs can carry you. After purchasing a ticket you find yourself a seat. For the next hour or the crowd began to grow and new arrivals gave you weird looks because of your robes. You would change but the submission spell forces you sit quietly and wait, as you try to sense any changes in your nether regions.
Eventually the stands are filled and the crowd is buzzing with anticipation. 5 minutes before kickoff you feel a sudden shock hit your weenie. You reach down and nervously give it a feel, hoping no one thinks you're jacking off under your robe. The pleasurable sensation usually present while squeezing your puny penis is missing. Instead all you feel is a hard rubber-like nub between your sweaty fingers, only slightly smaller than what you're used to. You're confused, trying to figure out what it is with just your fingers when suddenly you feel something pressing down hard on your dick. You give out a whimper of pain which is drowned out by the sudden roar of the crowd. The intense pressure on your penis is replaced by a constant pounding as though someone is bashing it with a brick. You're screams of pain are drowned out by the cheers of the crowd as the team starts jogging into the stadium. By the time the team is on the field the solid object hammering against your poor penis is replaced with something less hard but scratchier. Both teams line up for the national anthem. You're given a brief moment of reprieve and all you feel is a heavy pressure crushing and suffocating your sausage. You can see your crush the jock standing there with a smug confident smile that makes you want to cream yourself.
It's only after all the players disperse and you see him talking to one of the heaviest players on the team do you notice what he's done. One of the defensive lineman... your dick was sticking out of the bottom of his boots. You've been given a cleat dick! A heavy thud pounds onto your aching penis with every step the large brute takes.
It was going to be a long few hours.