Standing in front of the mirror, Matt made his wish.
"I wish that any man I touch will be irresistably desire me, and that when he tastes my cum he will shrink to the size of his erect penis before I touched him," Matt smiled at his clever wording. If he'd said the size of his own cock, the poor fellow might shrink away to nothing, as he kept shrinking to the size of his ever smaller penis. If he'd left off the touched part, the guy would shrink every time he tasted Matt's cum, and would soon be smaller than a flea. He didn't feel any different, now for a test.
He picked up the phone and called Bryan. Mr. DeSoto answered, and said he'd get Bryan. Holding the cordless phone, Matt watched as Bryan set down his magazine, and went to the door. He left his room, a minute later his voice was on the other end of the phone.
"Yeah, Matt, what is it?"
"Oh, Bryan, I was just going through my gym bag, and I found some of your stuff. Guess somebody at the school was being funny. Anyway you want to come over and pick it up, now?" Matt lied. He reached under his pillow and and fingered the jockstrap he'd stolen from Bryan DeSoto's open locker a month earlier. The name DeSoto was inked in indelible marker on the waist band.
"My stuff? Like what?"
"Well, it's a jockstrap with the name "DeSoto" printed on it. I assumed it was yours."
"Sh--," Bryan caught himself in case his father was still in earshot, curse words still meritted a soap mouthwash, "that's been missing for a month! When did you find it?"
"Just now, I was going to do laundry. Wonder where it's been for a month?"
"I got a new one anyway, just--" Bryan was going to say just keep it or throw it out, but then he thought maybe better not leave it in his weird neighbor's hands. Rumors at school were that Matt was gay and that he dabbled in the occult, and Bryan had seen enough horror films where the hero is voodooed to think twice about leaving a personal article of clothing in Matt's hands. "I'll be over in 5 minutes."
He hung up, and ran back to his room. Matt watched through the blinds as Bryan pulled a pair of sweats over his boxers and added a t-shirt. He bent with his butt to window as he pulled on his sneakers.
The doorbell rang. Matt walked slowly toward the door, twirling De Soto's jockstrap, and smiling. He caught the twirling strap and opened the door.
"Hey, Matt."
"Hey, Bryan, care to come in for a soda" Matt said extending the hand with the jockstrap. Matt's hand closed around Bryan's as he took the jockstrap. The expression of disinterest and irritation on Bryan's face softened. He gazed up from the porch into Matt's eyes.
"No, I--uh, yeah, a soda sounds good. It is kinda hot," Bryan answered, and stepped up into the Laird's house. He nervously played with his jockstrap as he followed Matt to the kitchen.
Bryan had never noticed how cute Matt was, how handsome. He licked his lips as he eyed his neighbor's wiggling butt. Matt opened the refrigerator, and turned to hand Bryan a cola. Bryan reached up with his jockstrapped hand to grab it, and blushed.
"Hey, wanna come up to my room and hang, Bry?"
Bry? He never gave Matt permission to call him that, but it seemed right. He trotted obediently behind Matt up the stairs, never taking his eye off the bouncing butt.
"You look hot, Bryan."
"I do?" Bryan was pleased that his neighbor thought he was hot.
"Yeah, you're perspiring. Why don't you take off the sweats, after all it's just us guys."
"Oh, sure." He'd thought Matt had meant hot not hot. He blushed and pulled off his sweats and tshirt, and plopped down on Matt's bed.
He was surprised that Matt's bed was positioned to look right into Bryan's bedroom. He'd never realized he was putting on a show for Matt every time he jocked off, until now.
Matt swallowed. So far the spell had worked, now for the acid test. Matt stripped down to his briefs and walked over next to Bryan. His crotch was inches from the athlete's face. The scent was hypnotic, Bryan blinked and drool trickled down his chin. His 8 inch cock was rock hard and had escaped the confines of his Boxers.
"So, want to suck my cock, Bryan?"
"Uh, sur-I uh, I'm not--I've never done this before, I -uh?" Bryan's inner struggles were failing. He was on all fours on Matt's bed with his tongue hanging out. His face an inch from destiny.
It wasn't the best blow job, Matt had ever had, but it was certainly the most enjoyable. Bryan started sucking, and soon was shrinking. He clung to Matt's cock. And soon an 8 inch teen bodybuilder was sleeping wrapped around Matt's still hard penis. Matt stepped into Bryan's jockstrap, and tucked his new cockslave in, and then went over to Bryan's sweats.
They had a pocket, and inside was Bryan's wallet. Bryan checked out the driver's license to see the before height, and was surprised by the birthdate. No wonder Bryan had always been bigger in school. He was really a year older than the other sophs, and he'd just had a birthday too. That made him 18 like Don, unless of course Don was really older too. Or perhaps it was a fake id, so he could buy smokes. Hmmm. Putting on the rest of Bryan's gear, Matt headed over to the DeSoto house to get more slaves.
Brett was still shooting hoops in back. Matt went there first. He patted Brett on the shoulder. Brett just looked at him funny. Ah, the smell worked on men, not boys.
"Hey, my brother's got a shirt just like that...is that a new fad a school?"
"Nah, just coincidence. Need to see your father, Catch you later, Brett," and then under his breath, Matt added "in a couple years."
He walked up to the back door, and entered.
"Mr. DeSoto?"
"Huh? Oh, Matt, did you and Bryan get whatever it was sorted out?"
"Yes, I just wanted to make sure that you'd take care of explaining his disappearance."
"What?" Mr.DeSoto was out of the chair and holding Matt in his strong arms. Matt reached up and grabbed his bicep.
Mr. DeSoto's grip softened. In a few minutes, he was examining his tiny son sleeping like a baby hugging his favorite toy in Matt's jockstrap. A few minutes later, Mr. De Soto had prepared a letter for the school, and was upstairs boxing Bryan's stuff. He'd call his sister tonight, and arrange for Brett to live with her for a couple years. In a week he should have made all the necessary arrangements for the sale of the house, and to begin his own transformation into Matt's tiny cockslave. Paul DeSoto could hardly wait. What about Don? Well, Matt would take care of Don.