Darius chuckled at the looks he got in the men's room. He always got looks everywhere he went but the looks he liked getting the most was when he "accidentally" stepped back a bit early from the urinal. It was Gay Pride weekend and people were expecting to see a hot, toned guy like himself dressed in little more than Daisy-Duke shorts and a cut-off muscle-T showing his six-pack abs and lean, toned muscle. And even though he was taller than normal, a good six-foot-four, what was between his legs always got the most attention.
He tugged back on the thick meat and slid the ten inches of monstrosity back into his underwear. Soft as fresh pasta, his cock was already thicker than a beer can and reached from his elbow to his wrist. And when he got hard…
The cute, boi-toy-like beauty at the next stall stared and tried not to look like he was doing it. He was black haired with green eyes (a nice sort; very seductive) and maybe he'd give the guy a thrill, later. After all, it was Pride weekend: this was the time to give some poor loser a chance to blow someone really impressive.
But not now; not here.
Tonight, over at Gypsum's in the basement room, was the party they called "The Stable". Guys who got invited were either "stallions" or "jockeys". The jockeys liked to ride and the stallions liked to be ridden. Most of the time. Some were just called "stallions" if they were big enough. The switches were called "centaurs": half human, half horse. That was the source of the nickname, anyway.
"Hey there."
Darius turned to see the slender, raven-haired guy looking up at him.
"Yes?" He chuckled and made sure that when he turned to face the smaller guy that he showed off the goods in his pants as best as he could. He loved being a tease. "Need something, little man?"
"Maybe," he said with a smile. "But I think I could give you something instead."
Darius laughed and waved a hand, dismissively. "I don't think…"
"Exactly," the black-haired guy said. "But I'm a warlock: you don't need to think. I do all the thinking in my general vicinity."
Darius stopped and looked back. "Excuse me?"
"Hmmm… No, I don't think I will excuse you," the warlock said. "But look at you: perfect height, perfect body, perfect bulge… What do you get for the man who has everything?" He looked like he was pondering it seriously.
Darius just shook his head. What was this guy on? "Look, I don't have time for…"
"Got it!" the warlock shouted.
He reached for a small, dark blue gemstone he wore on a silver chain around his neck and grasped it in his palm. Darius blinked but saw a deep light starting to shine out from between the stranger's fingertips. Then the world went blindingly white. He stumbled back, stunned.
He cursed and blinked; his vision taking its time to clear.
What had the little runt done? Was that a flash-bulb he'd concealed in his hand?