"No, Horst, don't!" pleaded Ryan.
Horst was relentless. He pounded Ryan's head with his fist.
"Don't stop, Ry? Whatever you say, bro!" Horst chortled. He renewed his relentless attack of his former best friend. He whispered in Ryan's ear, "Now you're my best friend with benefits."
Ryan was hot with passion and anger. His emotions were raging. Hormones versus pain and pleasure, loyalty and everything else. In less than 20 hours, Ryan had gone from straight jock to jockstrap, to pussy. What was wrong with him? Horst might be fucking him. Cy's cock might be in his mouth again. Ultimately, Vinnie was responsible. He seethed with anger, as he thought of Vinnie, he felt the residual magic inside him filling his churning balls.
Horst pulled Ryan's face off Cy's crotch again. Then he rotated Ryan around on his back. Ryan was big, but he wasn't resisting. He was like a sex doll in Horst's hands. Horst hefted Ryan's legs over his shoulders without completely removing his cock from Ryan's hole. He whispered with an evil grin on his face.
"I want to see the expression on your face, when I bury my manhood in you, and you realize that this is the first day of the rest of your life as my hottest pussy to date."
Horst grabbed Ryan's cock. Then he moved in with his lethal cock.
Ryan screamed again. His body bucked violently. Horst's hand on Ryan's cock moved in unison with Horst's cock. Ryan trembled trying to resist.
Horst could feel Ryan's red hot balls slap against him.
"Man, Ryan, this feels so good. I wish I could spend 24/7 inside your tight hole."
The magic churning in Ryan's balls flowed up Ryan's shaft and exploded with Ryan's sperm on to Horst's hard belly. Horst body glowed. He was on the edge of cumming himself, but it wasn't meant to be. Horst body glowed and then shrank into his cock. He was gone. But he wasn't gone. Ryan could still feel Horst's cock inside him. It seemed harder than before, but it was the same shape. Ryan started to cry. He sat up painfully with the outline of Horst's cock bulging beneath his abs. He could see the end of the rubber dildo sticking out between his cum-stained butt cheeks.
"Horst?" Ryan asked sobbing. He closed his legs together.
Cy had slid into the corner and been watching the action between two of the hottest jocks in school. He was rock hard and breathing hard. He inched forward to comfort the sobbing jock. He put a hand on Ryan's shoulder.
"You okay, Ry?" Cy asked gently.
"Am I okay? You're kidding right. This morning my girlfriend had me prank that wimp Vinnie. Next thing I know I'm a friggin' jockstrap. Then I'm wrapped around your cock and balls, and thinking such strange thoughts. Then I'm human again, but I'm sucking your cock. Uh-" He shook the cobwebs from his head.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean for you to-"
"No, Cy, don't be sorry that was the only good part," Ry said turning and embracing Cy with his strong arms. He hugged Cy tightly pressing their sweaty bodies together. "Don't be sorry. It'd've been a fairy tale ending, if it ended there. You know you came and broke Vinnie's evil spell. Sort of true love's kiss thing that Disney's famous for," Ryan said speaking his fragmented thoughts.
"But then Horst. It's kinda like the end of Aladdin," Ryan added thoughtfully,"Jafar wished to be as powerful as a genie, and ended up a prisoner of his own lamp. Horst wished he could spend 24/7 inside me, and now I guess he can."
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, that's not what's got me upset. When I was a jockstrap, whoever was wearing me could hear my thought, and I could hear theirs," he paused with his lip trembling, "I can't hear anything from Horst." He bit his lip.
"Maybe he passed out from shock, or maybe-"
"Doesn't matter. We need to find Vinnie. But first, could you help me pull him out of me?"
"Okay, hold still and relax, Ryan," Cy said gently as he grasped the dildo and started to slowly twist.