Chad stood there with his lips closed and the red ribbon hanging out of his mouth. Then everything twisted and shifted. It was like he had been hit by a freight train. He was dazed, but he couldn't blink. He was different than before. The field house seemed to have grown taller. He couldn't move. He couldn't take the key out of his mouth. It was like he was paralyzed.
Then Chad heard clapping. But he couldn't turn his head.
"Bravo, Chad, I was watching you on wireless video cams. You had a great body. Hell, you still have a great body- only thing it isn't human," said a snarky male voice. Who the hell had done this to him, and what did he mean his body wasn't human anymore?
And why was he still sporting a boner. It seemed like it was made of steel.
"Oh, right, you're a dumb jock. You probably still don't get it. You even put the key in the wrong hole." Chad felt a hand on his lips unscrewing his mouth/cap? It was so confusing. The voice continued, "Good thing, you left the string hanging out. I would have had a rough time retrieving the key from your gas tank otherwise."
Gas Tank? Chad was so confused.
He felt a pair of legs straddling him. The key was now jammed into his ignition. Yeow! A heavy boot slammed down his cock/starter. The motorcycle engine roared to life.
"So Chad, how's it feel to be owned by me?"
Chad still had no idea who was riding him as he raced around the field house raising a cloud of dust.
Fingers tweaked his nipples - er, apparently now, the volume control and tuner for the radio.
"Wh-at-th-th-fufu-ck?" sputtered Chad
"Is that anyway to speak to your owner, bike boy?"
"Owner? I'm not your sla-" Chad paused, he had absolutely no control, maybe this was the wrong tack, "But maybe I could be your slave boy, if you changed me back into a human?"
"Ha, ha! That would be rich. But I don't think I can trust you yet. After, you're used to being ridden for a while, maybe I'll consider it."
"Who the fuck are you, and what makes you think you can just do this to people?"
"First off, bright boy, you did this to yourself. I didn't make you take off your clothes and put that cursed key in your mouth."
"Cursed?"
"Well, I guess I could call it charmed, if you like being my motorcycle. But you sound unhappy, so I guess it's a curse."
"Okay, it's my own dumb fault, but when will you change me back?"
"Not when, bike boy, if? As it is, I need you for transportation, and I've got a date tonight."
"Who are you?"
"Time to change the station. You'll figure out who I am soon enough."
"Wa-" Chad found his voice taken away from him. The sound of Metallica blared out of his speaker. The motorcycle pulled up next to the door, and the man riding Chad, wheeled him out. Then he revved his motor and drove down the driveway toward the highway.