“W-what? No way!” Steven protested, but even as he did, his hands moved down to his briefs. He grit his teeth and pulled it back. What was happening? Whatever it was, he couldn't allow this slimeball to get the better of him!
José chuckled. "I understand your disbelief, chico. It shocked me silly when I first found out about it. Magic? How could it be?" He bent down over Steven. "But it is, chico, and I can use it. I have used it. And there's nothing, not the slightest thing, you can do about it."
An image flashed through Steven's mind. José, flabby, phony, greasy, and having his way with Steven. José, forcing Steven to perform sexual depravity after sexual depravity, while his idiot dog watched, yipping with glee. There was no way, absolutely no way, he could allow that to happen. His hands began to move away from his waist.
José scowled. "You can't win," he said. "The spell is unbreakable. The more you fight it, the more it learns how your mind works, and how to make it stop working. You'll give in the end, only it'll be harder for you. So I think you'd better stop playing around, chico, and take your cock out. NOW."
The force of the command hit with devastating force, but so too did the wave of revulsion. Pecs heaving, face turning red, Steven pulled himself to his feet. His skin glistened with sweat and his veins bulged.
"No! You cannot!" shouted José, "you will do as I command!"
Steven stared him in the eye. "No way, José," he said.