James was stoked having seen the three formerly straight fag-haters now eagerly flirting and rubbing their packed crotches. He loved that the three of them were like gay ice creams flavors - all very different! However, James wasn't done playing with the boys yet. Sure, they'd been punished for their bad attitudes, but James wanted them to be humiliated in front of thier friends and family.
He made a few more changes to hit these boys later, and spread to the first person they met. While Sean and Michael were all about hanging out on the beach, Rafe suddenly felt like he needed to be home. He lived with his older bro Antonio after both their parents had died, and wasn't sure why, but he quickly walked the couple of blocks to their apartment near the beach. He walked in and saw Antonio on the couch watching the game drinking some beer. Antonio was a former high school football jock who messed up his knee senior year and never got to play college ball. For years, he'd taken it out on Rafe, teasing and taunting him. As Rafe walked through the door, however, he saw a ripple of energy flow out from him and fly across the room. Unbeknownst to him, James' commands were at work, and started to alter everything. The messy frathouse-style apartment morphed into a cleancut modern condo finished in leather and steel everywhere. The TV climbed up the wall and turned into a giant state-of-the-art plasma screen.
Rafe heard Antonio start to yell in surprise, but his bro suddenly stood up straight, immobile, eyes wide as the changes started to effect him. No longer a washed up former jock, Antonio's knee was never broken and his memory was filled with playing college ball and then having a successful NFL career. His body rippled and changed as he grew the chiseled muscles of an allstar quarterback. His sexy italian features became even more pronounced - pouty lips, high cheekbones, chiseled jawline, crewcut - until Rafe wouldn've sworn his bro looked more like a cartoon stud than a real dude. His dirty clothes disappeared and he was left there naked...Rafe licked his lips as he saw his bro's package swell to true italian sausage size, and dark curly hair spread across his bro's chiseled chest and down his abs. A black jockstrap appeared on his bro, and - to Rafe's surprise - leather straps appeared on his biceps and criscrossed his chest, buckling in the center. Rafe gasped as he stared at his brother, who was now an incredible stud. His brother looked at him with an evil glint in his eye - "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, BOY?" he growled in a voice several octaves deeper than before. Rafe suddenly felt terrible for making his Master mad.."I'm sorry Master Tony" he mumbled, and found himself actually groveling at his former-bro now-Master's feet. "YEAH YOU BETTER BE, SLAVEBOY. GET OVER HERE AND SUCK DADDY'S COCK" Rafe felt his skin being pinched and itching in some places, but he was too busy crawling towards his evil leatherbro to know that his nips now sported thick rings, as did his cock, and that the formerly innocent ink on his body had been redone. No longer just tribal ink, a series of words and graphics made it clear that Rafe was a leatherslave cumpuppy for his bro Tony.
As Rafe crawled towards his Master's cock, he wondered how his friends were doing on the beach...however, he was interrupted from his reverie by a yank against his neck - holy shit did he have a collar on? - as his bro yelled "I SAID NOW, FAGGOT!"