Miles decided he couldn’t risk it. If Vince knew about the magic ring, which he wasn’t even sure how he knew about it, then what was to say he wouldn’t be able to tell if Miles called James?
Miles just couldn’t take that risk. That ring was the only thing capable of returning him to his original body. If he messed up, he might end up stuck in James’ body forever.
The idea of being stuck in this cute twink body gave Miles a sensation of fear and of pleasure. Imaging his dominant self remaining as a twink turned him on.
Miles shook his head and regained his composure. He didn’t have much time. He had to catch a ride to Vince’s apartment.
Leaving James’ apartment, Miles caught a taxi and had the driver drop him off at Vince’s apartment complex.
It frustrated Miles knowing his mansion was in walking distance and that he was unable to ask James for help. He angrily slammed the car door shut as the taxi drove off.
Miles climbed the stairs until he found Vince’s apartment. He read his past text messages with Vince to check the address before realizing he had taken nearly half an hour to arrive.
“Fuck!” Miles spouted. Was he too late? In all his panic, he had never remembered to track the time, too preoccupied in his thoughts. He could only blame New York’s traffic.
Seeing no reason to knock, Miles was contemplating on leaving when the door unlocked and swung forward.
“Hey Miles. Nice to see ya!” Vince said as he stared down at him. “You look different. Did you do something with your hair?”
“Very funny Vince.” Miles responded sarcastically. He had to look up to make eye contact with Vince and suddenly found himself feeling vulnerable. Unlike James, Vince was probably not a trusting person and the fact he held all the cards was very troubling. His imposing stature and physique also played a part as Miles felt very weak in his little twink body. His head only just came up to Vince’s pecs as the man was a whole foot taller.
“That’s not very nice.” Vince said as he faked sadness. “And I have a feeling you should really be acting more nice to me… especially when you know I have the you-know-what.”
“Wait… you didn’t dispose of it? I took over 20 minutes to get here!” Miles exclaimed.
“Nah. Why would I get rid of it? I was merely bluffing. I had hoped you would get caught up in my threats and rush right over here.” Vince said with a dismissing hand wave.
“And now I have you right where I want you.” He said with a deep and devilish voice as he grabbed Miles.
Miles tried to resist and fight back but it was completely pathetic how his new body attempted to compete against the muscular hunk. Holding a hand over his mouth, Vince carried Miles inside his apartment and slammed the front door shut.
Throwing Miles to the ground, Miles rolled over as he looked up to see Vince holding his cell phone and locking the door.
“Ok Vince… you win.” Miles submitted, he was clearly in no position to bargain. Miles was probably at his weakest in the moment, he had no upper hand or help to protect him. “What do you want?”
The feeling of weakness was something Miles wasn’t used to and it felt awful knowing how much more power Vince had over him. Physically and Mentally.
“Very good.” Vince said with a smile. “This is what I want…”