After two dozen guys had screwed pussified-Chad they lounged around the pool, Ryan started taking orders from them for who they wanted transformed into their own pussyboys. He was right about Kent Fujii's choice - he wanted Bruno for his very own pussified pool boy.
Kent had totalled his $250,000 Astin Martin after a night partying, and had gone out the next day and bought a new Lamborghini with cash to replace it. Knowing this he decided to start high, and see where Fujii would settle. He expected Bruno to go for $5 or $10k, but the expression on Fujii's face made him shoot for the moon.
"Ya know, Chad didn't come cheap. Now I have to check with my connection to see if - uh, they can get Bruno for you. It might cost as much as your new car?"
"$300,000?" Fujii said shaking his head. He stared at Chad, and thought of owning Bruno, as his pussyboy. He sighed, "Ask if they could deliver Bruno by the 15th of next month. I've got a pool party planned, and would like to show him off."
"So you will pay $300,000 up front for pussyboy Bruno?"
"Yeah, sure. When do you need it?"
"Lemme, check."
As Ryan headed back to the pool house phone, Karen Sinclair had scryed Chad's location, and was conjuring a view of Richard Deacon's home. She was going to rain down her revenge on Ryan.
Then the phone rang.
She paused her wrath, it was Ryan calling again, she wanted him to know that she was about to destroy him and his friends.
"Say, Karen, I was right about Kent, he wants you to turn Bruno into his own pussyboy before his big party on the 15th," Ryan said.
"Does he?" Karen asked.
"Oh, yeah, and get this he will pay $300,000 cash, so after my 20% as your agent, you will get $260,000. And I bet I can get a few more orders after the other guys see you can do it to their rivals."
Ka-ching. Karen's wrath faded as greed replaced that emotion.
"Now, I wasn't sure do you need a contract in blood or something, or is the upfront cash enough. Personally, I'd rather not have a paper trail, but if you and your dark masters require it, I'm sure I can put something together- unless you have one already?"
Karen almost cackled. Dark masters? Karen would have set him straight right there if he wasnt offering her $240,000. She had cast some nasty spells for a lot less. The curse on Chad was a freebie because the womanizing jock was always hitting on her. She hadn't really considered monetizing her magic before. The idea of preserving her anonymity by having Ryan Deacon as her agent was appealing.
"Get me the money tomorrow at midnight, and bring it the old boathouse by the mill."
"Lemme check with Kent," Ryan said.
"Tomorrow at midnight, at the boat house by the mill," Karen said and hung up.
She was greedy, but she doubted that Ryan could deliver, and if he didnt bring the money, she would have something especially diabolical planned for him.
Kent said he had twice that amount in his safe at home, and get him the money by 12 noon.
At 11:45 AM the next day, Kent was at Ryan's front door with a suitcase full of money. Kent also brought a size 26 Speedo for Bruno to wear. He commented, "...after his penectomy, this should fit Bruno."
Ryan thought it would still be too small, but Spandex stretched, so he took it with the money.
After Kent drove off. He went to his bedroom where naked Chad lay sleeping on his bed. The pussyboy was exhausted after last night. Ryan had managed to padlock a heavy duty dog collar around Chad's neck and fastened the steel chain to his bed with another pad lock. If Karen's spell wore off, Chad wouldn't be going anywhere.
Ryan stood at the foot of his bed admiring his sleeping new pussyboi. He leaned against the bedpost, and smirked as the smiling sleeping former stud was clutching a pair of Ryan's dirty underwear to his face. Yeah, Chad loved his master's scent. The way things were going even if Chad got his manhood back, he would always belong to Ryan.
Even though Chad was chained. It was really just symbolic of his being owned. Ryan knew that if Chad stood on the bed, he could easily slide the chain over the top of the bedpost. He doubted that Chad would even try.
Ryan sighed. He was at least $60,000 richer thanks to Chad and Karen, and would hopefully soon net six figures from the witch changing men into pussybois. He hoped it was permanent. Probably, Bruno would be, but maybe she was just trying to teach Chad a lesson? He sighed. Time would tell.
Ryan stepped toward Chad, ran his hand across Chad's naked thigh, and with his other hand pulled the covers up over the naked pussyboy. His hand lingered at Chads bare crotch. His hand moved across Chad's abs. They seemed less defined. A side effect of producing estrogen instead of testosterone? Would he grow boobs too? He massaged Chad's pecs, they still felt firm. His hand descended to Chad's belly. It seemed a bit swollen. Chad's belly moved. Ryan stepped back. It felt like the time he felt his older sister's belly when her baby kicked. Nah, Chad couldn't get pregnant that fast. Probably just gas from eating all that cum. But maybe he could get pregnant now? A son with Chad's and Ryan's genes would be an incredible athlete. Maybe? Ryan smiled. He thought he sjould ask Karen about that next time they spoke. He smiled at his sleeping fucktoy. Then he tucked Chad in, and tousled the sleeping blond's hair.
Chad breathed deeply, as he dreamed of pleasing master Ryan.