"C'mon, Pete, old man you gotta give us a chance to make back at least some of our cash. Please, we need it for rent and tuition?" the formerly arrogant Jock begged. When he'd started the match nearly 5 hours ago, he'd called Peter, Peteyboy and squirt. Now it was all sir, and Pete like they were best friends. The bulge in Peter's front pocket contained more than $2000.00, and his growing pride at humiliating the college frat boys.
Ty and Dustin were exhausted, but being inanimate all they could do was keep going. Ty never wanted to cum again after today. He orgasmed everytime either of the players hit the ball, Peter and Riley passed the stick back and forth between them as they took turns taking their shots. At first Ty would pull a bit to the right and then a bit to the left when Riley would shoot, but after a while he just let Riley use him like a regular cue stick. Everytime either of them slid his long narrow body between their fingers it felt like a hand job, and everytime he hit hard marble he exploded. He'd lost count after the 3rd game of eight ball. The two had been averaging 4 shots per ball, thanks to Dustin. Dustin the cue ball had scratched six of Riley Dawson's first 8 balls, and Peter sank three in a row on one shot. But Dustin must have tired too, in the last game Riley came within 2 shots of winning. Which was why the jock was willing to bet something other than money.
Peter was sorely tempted by the tough college jock's offer to be his slave for the weekend, but decided to see how much he could get out of them. "$2000 for one weekend as my slave? Say doesn't Spring Break start on Monday?"
"Yeah?" Riley Dawson answered nervously, "I've got a ticket to Fort Lauderdale for Monday. Tom and Dylan prepaid and are going with me," he added nodding to his frat brothers.
Peter grinned, "Even better, I've got two friends who would love to have their own slaves for the week."
"Man, I told you win or lose we're not missing Spring Break in Fort Lauderdale! I'm not betting my ticket," Riley was emphatic.
"Nah, you misunderstand. We'll all six go to Fort Lauderdale, it's just you three will be our slaves for the week, or you three will go to Fort Lauderdale with $2000 if I lose. So is it a bet?"
"Not yet, I think if we're to risk being your slaves for the whole week that you and your buds shouldn't mind becoming our obedient slaves for the rest of this weekend," Tom adds smugly, he's not about to let this high school pool sharp's insult go unchallenged. Riley glares at him, he doesn't want Tom to queer the bet.
"You're on!" Peter says. About this time Dusin and Ty both are so exhausted, that it's only Peter's grip on Ty that keeps him conscious, but Dustin is sound asleep and would be snoring if it weren't for him being solid marble. He wakes as Ty hits him, not knowing whose turn it is, he rolls into the nearest hole. Peter scratches. Now this is an odd turn of events. Thanks to Ty and Dustin's exhaustion, Riley clears the table, and now is ready to collect his cash and his slaves.
"So, Petey Boy, where are your fellow slaves?"
"Right here, Ri--" Peter starts to answer but is cut short by a hand across the face, it's Tom.
Tom orders, "Slave boy, must address his master as Master and never by name unless instructed by the master to do so, got that, Petey Boy, and you'll address Dylan and I as "sir", got it!" Peter is sorely tempted but he honors his bet.
Tom turns to the other two, and says,"This will be like hell week all over again, man I love being pledge master!"
Ty and Dustin start to pinken, grow and reform from cue stick and cue ball into a couple handsome naked young men lying on the pool table. The three college boys stare and marvel. Peter took his time, putting on quite a show for his new master.
"You're my obedient slave all week end, are you a genie?"
"No, I just have certain natural powers, --Master."
Tom is a bit more reserved after witnessing Peter's power, but Riley is really getting into it. He is grinning.
"Well for this weekend, you and your friends will be our genies! Now, Petey turn the three of you into genies, and go into my ring, you'll come forth to grant my wishes when I turn my ring."
"Yes, Master," instantly Ty, Dustin and Peter become floating torsos with their lower bodies flesh colored smoke, but noticing that Riley's hands are bare asks, "But you're not wearing any rings?"
"Oh, not on my fingers, but I assure you I am wearing a ring," he smiles wickedly grabbing his crotch, " A cock ring!"
Resignedly, Peter morphs into smoke and dives into Riley's button fly jeans.
"Whooooa! Man!" shouts Riley jumping, "that was like an electric shock! So which one do you want, Tom, Dylan?" His hand moved to his crotch to conceal the erection and forming wet spot on the denim.
Tom reachd to claim Ty, aa Dylan reached toward Dustin.
The two boys now fully awake stared at one another. Floating torsos with earrings, armbands, vests, and turbans.
"I don't wear a cock ring, but I do have a nipple ring, so go there, slave, and wait until I tug on the ring to come forth!" Dylan ordered Dustin. Instantly, Dustin against his will became a column of smoke and shot into Dylan's chest. So much for Paris, Dustin thought. Actually, his new master was kind of cute, and it was only for the weekend, and for once he had magic powers even if he was a slave.
Tom eyed Ty greedily as a thing, Ty swallowed hard, as Tom ordered his slave to his new prison...