"Sorry, M-master Thomas," Chad replied in a submissive tone.
He shivered. Tom Wooster had been his best bud, now he was Tom's property. He glanced over at the red trunks. If Jake was going to turn Chad into a slave, why make him Tom's slave. Obviously, Chad's protective charm had worked only partly. Jake was now the underwear, but why would Jake turn Chad into underwear to turn him into a slave? Oh, the possession thing. Chad grinned and walked over to Jake and put him back on. He glanced back at the computer, but he had to get to the piercing store. Obviously, Jake had planned for Chad to be worn by Tom or maybe by Jake to make Chad get used to being owned, and maybe even desire it. The second part of the spell turning him into a slave was supposed to happen after the underwear spell was broken, but Chad had broken or at least bent that spell with his protective charm. Maybe if he hadn't put Jake on, the second part of the spell wouldn't have worked at all. He didn't know, he just knew he had to serve Master Thomas.
Tom? He was the one who had suggested Chad wear his protective ward today. Tom was Chad's best friend, at least he had been. Chad shivered as he ran barefoot down the street clad only in Jake. Man's best friend was a dog? Was he going to be Tom's dog slave? No, that didn't sound right. His mind was a jumbled as new memories filled his head. He had been enslaved yesterday. He had lost a bet? No, been caught with drugs? Caught cheating? The reasons were still coalescing. He frowned. The reasons didn't matter, he was a slave.
He saw Tom's car parked at the curb in front of LeRoy's Slave Tack & Piercing Place. He stopped running, took a deep breath, straightened up and walk confidently into the store. He smiled at Tom who was sitting on a stool, and gave a deep bow, as he announced loudly, "Master Thomas, your unworthy slave is here to serve you. What is your wish?"
Jake gagged, as Chad bowed and said those obsequious words, he also popped a major boner stretching Jake out. Jake could taste precum leaking from Chad. Jake was proud that his spell worked so well, but horrified that he was developing a taste for Chad's delicious cum. Delicious? No. Damn, he was trapped in his own spell, and as long as he was underwear there was no way to escape the spell.
Tom laughed as Chad stood up with his tented red trunks.
"Jake's never looked better, slave, don't you think?"
Chad looked down at his red trunks. How did Tom know that his underwear was Jake?