Ryan turned away as quietly as possible. He started running when he was about 150 feet away. He was just
running around the corner of Carter's house when he ran into Carter's half-brother Steve.
After Ryan left, Carter drank schnapps and when he was pretty drunk, he called up his 22 year old half
brother, Steve, and told him everything. Steve had taken a couple courses in Medieval History and the History
of Witchcraft. The story Carter told him reminded him of something. He headed over to the University
library, and spent the night looking up transformation curses and spells. He cross-referenced a witch trial in
Plymouth, England in 1594, and recognized the name Standish. He googled a couple genealogy websites and soon
linked Judah Standish who was convicted of sorcery, hung, and his body burned and ashes scattered to Carter's
buddy Ryan Standish. There was no reference links to any relatives of Vincent Cost. He grinned. Went back to
his dorm, and headed to grab a few things. He hopped on his motorcycle and headed home. He was tired and
sweaty, because he hadn't slept all night and he had left his wallet at his dorm. His motorcycle ran out of
gas about 5 miles from his family home. He walked the bike the rest of the way while wearing his motorcycle
leathers. He had just stowed the motorcycle in the garage when he saw Ryan running by the front yard. He was
waiting with a Taser in his hand when Ryan rounded the corner of the house.
Ryan was grinning as he ran by Carter's house and then headed around back. He planned to transform himself
into a jockstrap and hang himself on the picket fence. He felt an explosion of shooting pain in his chest, as
the taser hit his sweat coated chest. His world spun. He blacked out. His body quivering from the electric
jolt.
When he came to, Carter's stepbrother Steve was kneeling on Ryan's chest reading some strange words. He felt
weak allover and then he started to change. He tried not to change, but he wasn't in control - Steve was in
control. Ryan started to shrink. At first he thought he was becoming Vinnie's jockstrap, but there was a
different image in his mind. He didn't recognize it. Maybe a napkin ring?
"No, Ryan, not a napkin ring," laughed Steve holding up the gleaming 1.75" diameter 1" width solid metal band.
"I know all about you and your family, and the bad news for you is that I own you now, and control all your
powers. It's amazing how all those magic rings in the storybooks are believed to be rings for your fingers,
but transformation magic is all about sex, so a lot of those rings were cock rings and piercings. Now to put
you on and try you out."
Ryan felt Steve's velvety circumcised cock sliding through him. Then he tucked his balls in one at a time. He
felt the cold metal wrapped around his flesh. Slowly the metal warmed, and soon it felt like part of him. He
could feel his cock and balls half hard already. He felt so powerful.
He headed upstairs to the bathroom and stripped out of his dirty clothes. He stood in front of the full-length
mirror, and decided to try out Ryan's powers on himself. Steve had always been upset that his parents had
circumcised him when he was born. He formed his finger and thumb into an "O" and slid it up his cock
concentrating. When his fingers left his penis, he had a lovely foreskin. He grinned. He got rid of his love
handles, gave himself washboard abs, and toned up his general musculature.
"That's a good start. He climbed into the shower and started washing up. His mind wandered. He had this
fantasy for years, and Ryan could make it reality...