Although no one was aware at the time, each different metal was magically enchanted according to how close or far away the moon or a planet
was. Nick, being made of silver, would become mobile when the moon was up and immobile when the moon was on the other side of the Earth.
Mitchel, being made of bronze, had his mobility controlled by the planet Venus. When Venus was on the same side of the Sun as the Earth,
Mitchel would be mobile. When Venus was on the opposite side of the Earth, Mitchel would be immobile. No matter what, those who had been
transformed into metal would remain metal for eternity. It was only their ability to move about instead of being stuck like statues that was
controlled by the planets. Thus anyone turned to gold would be controlled by the sun. Copper, brass or bronze were controlled by Venus. Iron
was controlled by Mars, Tin by Jupiter, Mercury by Mercury and Lead by Saturn.
Chad didn't suspect a thing. He had worked really hard to win the wrestling championship. It didn't come easy for him but he had great
determination and a competitive spirit. So he exercised and built his body for months in preparation. While he wrestled, he became like a beast,
so fully focused on defeating his opponent that he had to be careful not to get a foul. His previous year in wrestling, he had received so many
fouls that it cost him the championship and he was determined that this year, he would not receive such fouls, but he still would win.
Chad was not gay, but Chad had become comfortable with his body. He'd become so comfortable that he'd even practiced wrestling in the nude
with a few of his teammates. He didn't even mind if one of them became erect during the match, as long as they only jerked off afterward
instead of having sex.
Still, when Chad received his trophy, he was a little surprised to receive a trophy that was anatomically correct. The little statue on the trophy
was crouching down as if the wrestling bout was about to begin and his tiny dick was hanging freely between his legs. Chad had received
plenty of teasing from people who assumed that wrestling was a gay sport and he'd tried really hard to prove that it wasn't so this trophy
bothered Chad because the trophy suggested that wrestling was gay. But Chad accepted the trophy anyway without a fuss and took it home.
That evening, he sat admiring his new trophy. He wasn't admiring the trophy so much as he was feeling good about how he'd won it. Chad
said, "You're a winner. Hey little trophy statue, are you looking forward to winning the championship?"
The little trophy statue said, . . .