Rick's hand held his switchblade gingerly. He saw the preppy looking guys breaking into the old house. He'd been planning to burgle the joint when the showed up. It was amazing how people left valuable silver and stuff in untended houses. He'd even found a diamond watch in one once. Since it was vacant, Rick learned that the owners seldom missed the item or when they did months had elapsed since Rick had pawned it.
He wasn't about to let some would be ghostbusters bust up his little robbery. He edge cautiously down the hallway. The candlebras burning cast shadows everywhere. He couldn't believe how careless these guys were, untended candles, the whole place could go up in smoke. Still that might cover his crimes, if he had to use his blade.
As the big homeboy rounded the corner, he jumped backwards and his switchblade flashed open. Ryan just grinned at him with his hands on his hips flaunting his bulge.
Ry-Guy said, "Hi, did your switchblade just pop open, or are you happy to see me?" He batted his eyes coyly and sacheted toward Rick.
Rick was disturbed on so many levels. Mostly because he couldn't take his eyes of Ryan's red bulge. He licked his lips eagerly.
"No need to cut off my Speedo, it peels down really easily. Drop the knife and give it a try," Ryan said seductively.
The knife thudded on the oriental rug. Rick dropped to his knees. His gloved hands caressed Ryan's thighs as he reached for the prize.
Ryan reached down and peeled back the nylon stocking mask. Normally, Rick would've protested but he was already under the witch's spell.
Rick didn't notice his clothing fading away to reveal his naked body in a banana yellow rubber Speedo, as his teeth lowered Ryan's red Speedo. Ryan couldn't help but notice how nicely the yellow contrasted with Rick's dark brown skin. Rick's curly hair covered chest was now as smooth as Ryan's and his stocky build shifted more to a tall swimmer's physique. His lips pursed to kiss Ryan's cock head, but something inside him fought back.
No this wasn't right. The image of his old granny waving a wooden spoon flitted across his mind. His tongue parted his lips and he lunged forward the spell was too strong. A bolt of lightning split the night air, and his grandmother's gravestone sparked as her angry spirit rose into the night air.
The witch had been grinning and rubbing her hands with glee as Rick the Homeboy became Ricky the Swim Fag, but the crack of thunder portended ill for her. She didn't like the timing, it might be coincidence, but it might not. She examined the orb, and muttered, "Ah, yes, I added two, now just one more." She added the harelip, and the images of Ry and Ricky's muscular bodies writhing on the floor glowed in the orb again.
"Well, it does have to simmer for a few minutes..." the witch said leaning back to gaze at the spectacle in her glowing crystal. "My they are flexible," she commented raising her index finger to her lip, "very flexible indeed."
The two young men were writhing on the floor directly over the basement, and dust and loose plaster fell from the ceiling.The witch didn't notice the spider fall from the rafter and disappear into her simmering cauldron. A single black spot appeared in the red liquid and spread out like a drop of ink until it was no longer distinguishable from the red bubbling mixture.
A cold wind howled down the lane, it seemed to wale, "Rich-ard!"
The windows at the end of the corridor burst open and Mike and Sei jumped backwards in surprise. The candlebra they carried flickered and went out. A luminous cloud moved toward them calling mournfully, "Richard, what have they done to you my little Richard."
The two looked at each other, then turned and bolted back to the staircase. They were taking two or three stairs at a time, as they raced away from the apparition.