"So, man, what are you gonna do with the coin now?" Tom asked. There had been a few minutes of awkward silence after Sarah stormed out of the house. Brad had cupped the golden trinket in his palm, and now was staring at it moodily. Tom was getting bored.
"I don't know, Tom... I feel kind of bad for what I did to Sarah."
Tom rolled his eyes. "Geez, man, you were only joking. And it's not like being a hot stripper for a few minutes hurt her."
"Yeah, but... she seemed really upset. I think maybe we should put this awa-"
Eyes on the coin, Brad didn't see Tom's hand move until it had swiped across his palm.
"HA! GOT IT!"
"What the hell man --" Brad's eyes widened as he saw the coin drop down from Tom's fist, the chain between his fingers. "No! Tom, you --"
"If you're not gonna use it," interrupted Tom smugly, "then I will."
Brad had a brief moment of panic. By the time he thought to cover his eyes, Tom had already started swinging the coin. Brad's hand froze halfway to his face. His whole body froze -- except for his eyes, following the movement of the golden circle.
"You really need to loosen up," continued Tom. "We can't let this opportunity go to waste."
"Loosen up..." murmured Brad, his hand dropping as he relaxed a little, his expression glazing. Tom smirked.
Man, he thought. What a power rush... I could get used to this! Aloud he said, "That's right, Brad. Listen to your master's voice."
"Master's voice..."
"When I count to three, you will fall into a deep trance and obey everything I say."
"Obey..."
"1... 2... 3!" Tom could hardly contain his excitement as he saw Brad relax still further, a peaceful look on his face as his unfocused eyes still moved with the coin, though clearly he was no longer aware of his surroundings.
"Brad, you are now my slave. I own you."
"Yes, master. I am your slave."
"Oh God..." Despite himself, the sense of power over his friend was making Tom hard down below. He thought of the stripper, Destiny. She was gone -- at least until he found Sarah and spoke the "magic words" -- but maybe he could make himself a new one.
Then again, Brad was his best friend. Tom hesitated a little to make him do anything too degrading. But a little fun won't hurt him, right? he reasoned. Just a little prank. Maybe make him do a lapdance like he was gonna have Destiny do. I can even record it on my phone to laugh over later.
While Tom deliberated, Brad stood there, patiently awaiting his master's orders. Under the coin's spell, his mind drifted at ease, pliant and waiting to be shaped, and for his body to be shaped with it.