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Moon Buddy

by Nutiper

Chapter 1: The Start Of It All

It would be a full moon tonight, and a blood-red eclipse. At long last! Zachary grinned to himself as he shoved his books into his locker. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Zachary checked his hair in his locker mirror, grabbed his headphones, and slammed the locker shut. He shouldered his backpack and headed for his last class of the day: study hall.


* * *


“Hey, don’t forget to come to swimming practice tomorrow!”

“Yeah, yeah, I won’t forget. See you later, guys!”

Andy waved to his friends and began his walk home. He couldn’t wait to get home and eat: his stomach had been rumbling through all of study hall. That weird Zachary kid had kept looking at him, too, and licking his lips. Andy figured he was probably hungry too, though why he kept staring at him, Andy had no clue. But then, Zachary was a weird kid. He was pretty muscular, but he didn’t participate in any team sports. And he liked to gel his hair up so that two tufts stuck straight out, like very fluffy horns, or some demented version of dog ears.

Also, he liked to wear a dog collar, but that was a more normal form of self-expression among the kids in Andy’s high school.

It was getting dark fast. Andy shivered and began walking faster. Even though the neighborhood wasn’t too bad, he hated walking around during the dark. There were too many cul-de-sacs and ornamental bushes here for his taste. Andy heard that serial killers liked to lurk around cul-de-sacs and ornamental bushes, and he gave them a wide berth as he walked. He glanced behind at an ornamental bush whose shadow seemed too long. Was there someone lurking behind it? No, it was only his imagination.

A twig snapped, and Andy jerked his head forward. Four of his teammates from the swim team had materialized in front of him and were blocking his way.

“Uh, hey guys,” said Andy. “I didn’t hear you show up…”

The four boys didn’t say anything and just stared straight ahead. Andy stared at them. “Are you okay?”

They still didn’t move. Andy shrugged and tried to walk around them, but then the tallest of the group lunged forward, grabbing Andy’s arm.

“Hey!” yelled Andy, “what gives! Let go—hey, hey!” The other three boys also lunged forward from some invisible cue, and each one grabbed either an arm or a leg. Andy struggled in their grip, but they were too many, and they easily overpowered him. They lifted him into the air, still struggling, and walked over to a shadowy cul-de-sac, depositing him right behind on of the largest ornamental bushes Andy had ever seen in his life. They pinned him to the ground, each boy holding on to one of his limbs.

At that moment, the moon came out from behind the clouds. It was half-red, and Andy remembered that tonight there would be a full lunar eclipse.

“Admiring the moon?”

Andy jerked his head around to the speaker. Zachary stepped out from the bushes. He looked… different. As Zachary came nearer, Andy realized with horror that Zachary’s sideburns were creeping down his face and spiking out into thick black fur. Zachary grinned, showing off enlarging canine teeth, and he moved to pull off his shirt. Andy noticed that his fingers had claws on them now instead of fingernails, and when Zachary pulled his shirt off over his head, Andy saw a thick trail of black fur marking Zachary’s spine. His marble-white skin was otherwise unblemished.

“What’s going on?” yelled Andy. He struggled against his captors. “Let me go!”

Zachary laughed. “Don’t bother with them, Andy. They’re under my control tonight. You might as well be yelling at a brick wall. Look!” Andy waved his hand in front of one of the boys. He didn’t even blink. “See? Total vegetables… until I tell them to do something, that is.”

Andy whimpered. “Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, Andy…” Zachary sighed, unbuckling his pants. “You’re incredibly hot, don’t you know? You’ve been swimming since you were what, six?”

“Four,” said Andy through gritted teeth.

“Four,” murmured Zachary as he kicked off his shoes. They flew into the bushes, rustling the leaves and disturbing a cat that had been napping there. It yowled and took off into the night. Zachary watched it go a moment before continuing.

“So, you’ve been swimming all this time, and you’re really toned. I mean, look at this!” He grabbed Andy’s shirt and pulled it up, exposing Andy’s smooth and muscular midriff. “What a six-pack! And such an awesome golden color, wow, what a tan. I just want to… Oh, I might as well.” He placed a gentle kiss on Andy’s belly button. Andy’s stomach heaved in revulsion.

“Let me go, you sicko! I’ll tell everyone about you! I’ll—”

“Oh, come on, Andy. Be reasonable. No one will listen to you. Not after tonight, they won’t. For you see, when it’s a full moon and it’s a blood moon, people like me have a particular… power, I guess you can say. As you can see, it can make the average person my slave for a night.” He gestured at Andy’s teammates, who still pinned him to the grass, unmoving and unblinking, like living statues.

“But if I want control for more than one night… Well, there’s something I have to do. And that’s what I’m going to do. To you. In case that wasn’t obvious.”

Andy struggled not to cry. “Why me? Why did you have to pick me? Why not someone else?”

“Oh, Andy,” Zachary laughed, “you’re so cute! You’re the hottest guy in the school, and you know why? Because you don’t even know it! You don’t know how adorable you look when you scratch your nose, or how sexy you are when you flip that blonde hair of yours when you come out of the showers, or how luscious your legs look, all golden and muscled and smooth, or how your butt bubbles out just so when you walk down the hall. And that makes your attitude possibly the sexiest thing about you, Andy. I want to just eat you right up!”

“You’re… you’re not going to eat me, are you?”

Zachary laughed again. “You crack me up. No, I won’t be eating you… tonight. Ah, look at your face! You can’t tell if I’m joking or not! I gotta love you, Andy, you’re adorable.” And with that, Zachary pulled off his pants and tossed them into the bushes after the shoes. He was naked now. The ear-like tufts he normally spiked into his black hair now appeared to have turned into wolf ears: his normal ears had vanished; his long thick mane, normally spiked up and out of control, was now hanging down to his shoulders, framing his face. Fur has sprouted in the form of a fringe on the edges of his arms and his legs, and his hands and feet had gleaming black claws. The trail of fur down his spine started from the back of his neck and ended by jutting out into a sinuous bushy tail, which waved languidly to and fro as Zachary surveyed Andy’s situation.

Zachary jerked his head at the four mesmerized boys, and they began to mechanically undress Andy, who kicked and screamed the entire time. Andy hoped and prayed that someone would hear, but he knew with a sinking heart that in every house, a television was blaring, drowning out the sounds of his misery. But he kept screaming just the same.

“Oh, put a sock in it,” growled Zachary, and he pointed his clawed finger at Andy’s mouth and gave him an intense glare. His eyes glowed from the light of the blood moon, and Andy’s mouth clamped shut against his will. He strained to open it, but his jaw was no longer listening to him.

“Good,” said Zachary. “I don’t want to use too much control on you, since that’ll ruin this whole ritual, but a little bit to keep you quiet should be fine, I think. Now, on to business.” He examined Andy’s now-naked form and licked his lips. “Oh god yes, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He crouched down and closed his eyes, inhaling the smell of Andy. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he lowered his face till his nose was nuzzling Andy’s chest. Tears streamed out of Andy’s eyes, but he was powerless to stop him.

Zachary’s tongue darted out, tracing a saliva-tinged trail across Andy’s chest as Zachary tasted his catch. “Mmm… You taste better than I would have imagined.” He moved over and began licking and sucking at Andy’s nipple. One hand went down to test Andy’s cock.

“Hm… Still flaccid. Let’s see.” Zachary began playing with Andy’s other nipple while continuing his ravishment of the first. When there was still no reaction, Zachary moved his other hand to Andy’s cock and kept it there. He stroked the underside and began playing with Andy’s sack, but nothing he was doing could make Andy hard.

Zachary sat up, disgruntled. “Well, I hoped it wouldn’t come to this…” He pointed a finger at Andy’s cock. Right away, blood began pumping into the shaft, and Andy watched in alarm as his balls swelled up and tightened and as his cock sprang up to full, painfully tight erection. His skin flushed rosy red and Andy began breathing in short frantic gasps as he felt hormones and horniness escalate through his system. Andy’s eye twitched in alarm. This was not good.

Zachary grinned. “Much better!” He began licking up and down Andy’s cock, and Andy closed his eyes struggled not to moan. This was horrible, this was worse than rape, but he couldn’t help admitting that it felt so good…! Damn it, Zachary had somehow made him harder and more horny than he had ever felt in his life.

Then Andy felt Zachary’s teeth sinking into the head of his cock, and his eye flew open from shock and pain. He felt the ring of teeth sink painfully into the head of his cock, stopping before they could penetrate and make him bleed, but Andy was certain there would be a mark from those teeth for the next few days.

Zachary let go of Andy’s cock, which was now thoroughly coated with saliva, and sat up. “And now that the first part of the ritual is done, we can get onto the second.” He grinned, and Andy’s veins ran cold in thought of what the second part might be. Zachary crawled over to Andy, his tail brushing over Andy’s legs, kissing him on his unresponsive lips, and he crouched over Andy’s chest. He shuffled back a bit, grabbed Andy’s cock, and positioned it right in between his butt cheeks.

“Oh, boy…” murmured Zachary, seemingly more to himself than to Andy, “this is going to hurt.” And he sat down on Andy’s cock.

For a split second, Zachary’s face was caught up in a grimace of pain. Then his eyes bugged and he howled, a sound like a dog being tortured. “DAMN IT I knew I should have brought lube, AUGH GOD THE PAIN!” Andy worked hard on not moaning from the pleasure. He hoped Zachary would stop screaming and just give up and go away, but no such luck. Zachary ignored the pain enough to slowly drag his ass up, then slam it back down on Andy’s cock amid more screams and yells.

Andy hoped against hope that someone would hear the yelling and come rescue him already. This situation has gone from horrifying to embarrassing.

In the meantime, Zachary began carefully pumping up and down, shoving at Andy’s cock with his fingers, aiming it to a different position each time. Finally he yelled out in exasperation, “Where is that so-called prostate anyways? Ugh, maybe I’m not trying it deep enough.” With that, he sank onto Andy’s cock even further, practically grinding it into his insides. Andy closed his eyes. He didn’t want to admit it, but this felt fucking great.

Then, Zachary gasped, and Andy’s eyes flew open. Zachary was staring straight ahead, a look of marvelous discovery on his face. He slowly moved up, and then pressed down at the same angle, and the look intensified. “Oh yeah…” Zachary crooned, closing his eyes. “Ah…” He stopped moving, just pressing down, shifting now and then to get more physical contact with the bundle of nerves he had found.

Finally, to Andy’s delight, he began moving again, carefully, grinding his hips in planned motions so as to keep hitting the spot, Andy’s cock pulsing deep inside him and rubbing against his prostate, and his yells began to change from cries of pain to moans of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Andy was in heaven. Zachary’s tight ass, smooth and hot and just so good from the start, was now clenching and rubbing his cock from all sides as Zachary really got into the rhythm of it. Finally, Andy could stand it no longer. His eyes clenched tight, and Andy fired, his cock pulsing and shooting load after load of cum into Zachary.

Zachary panted and keened from sexual ecstasy at the feeling of Andy’s cum filling up his ass, shouting “OH GOD YES!” before erupting himself, splatters of cum landing unflatteringly all over Andy’s chest.

Zachary stayed like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Both of them panted and waited for the hormones to subside, the night air beginning to cool their sweaty bodies, and then Zachary pulled himself off Andy’s cock. “Okay, and the third part of the ritual is you eat some of my cum. Here.” He scooped up a bit with a clawed finger and shoved it at Andy’s mouth. “What’s the matter, don’t you want it? Oh, wait, I forgot about your mouth. Here.” Andy felt his jaw unclench, but he kept his mouth tightly closed and glared at Zachary.

“What? Oh, come on, don’t look at me like that.” Andy kept glaring. Zachary sighed. “Well, I can’t force you to eat it. That part has to be voluntary. But it’s alright, I can just get you to eat it later! The ritual will still be complete without it.”

“What?” yelled Andy in horror, and then quickly closed his mouth as Zachary tried to stick his finger inside.

“Yep,” said Zachary, prodding at Andy’s lips with his finger. When Andy didn’t budge, he shrugged and wiped his finger on the grass. “The cum adds some nice effects, but it’s not necessary. I’ll just have to do without them for now.”

“And now, for the sealing kiss!” Zachary licked his lips again and brought his face close to Andy’s. Andy scrunched up his eyes and turned his head away, but Zachary gripped his chin in a strong clawed hand and forced his head straight. He crashed his mouth against Andy’s closed lips, and again Andy felt the pinprick of teeth. His lips burned hot, ret-hot, and Zachary pulled away.

Suddenly, a voice yelled a few feet away, “What in the world is going on—OH MY GOD!” Zachary glanced up in surprise to see a very astonished fat lady gaping at them. ‘Yes!’ Andy thought to himself, glad to be discovered and rescued at last, but Zachary just waved a hand at her and she clamped her mouth shut, turned around, and walked away, her gaze as blank as the four boys still holding Andy down.

“Dumb neighbor lady,” muttered Zachary to himself, and he stood up. He gathered up his clothes but didn’t put them on, wincing as he felt himself over for cum. He gingerly patted his ass. “Still got your cum in me! God, my butt hurts.”

“Serves you right!” yelled Andy at him from his position on the ground. “What did you do to me for?”

“Oh, you’ll find out tomorrow. See you at school!” With that, Zachary waved at Andy and walked off down the street, his tail waving languidly from side to side. He passed a few people, but no one said a word or even seemed to notice his nakedness or strange appearance.

The red moon glowed over the bushes, illuminating the individual leaves, and Andy was beginning to wonder if he would stay pinned here by his hypnotized classmates for the rest of the night when abruptly they let go and began walking off in the direction of their homes. Andy sat up, rubbing his sore back, and began looking for his clothes. He tried wiping some of the cum off onto the bushes, and then just gave up and used his socks. He slipped on his shoes sock-less and stumbled home. If he was lucky, he’d be able to get into the showed and his clothes into the washing machine without either of his parents noticing.






Chapter 2: A Very Interesting Math Class

The next day, Andy arrived at school shaking and jumpy. He had tried to fake being sick, but his mother had gotten out the thermometer, and he didn’t have a temperature, so that was that. At least he hadn’t been caught showering and laundering last night… A small relief, considering he had no idea what fresh horrors Zachary had in store for him today.

Andy searched the halls for Zachary as he walked to his first class, tensing as he prepared to duck out of sight the moment he caught a glimpse of the black-haired boy. He seemed to be lucky this morning: there was no sign of him in the crowded halls. Andy slipped into his first class and sat down at a desk at the back of the class. He knew Zachary didn’t have this class… He should be safe.

The bell rang, and the door to the classroom slammed shut. The teacher began writing on the chalkboard, and Andy allowed himself to relax, listening to the teacher drone on and on and on about math…

Suddenly, the door opened, and Zachary walked in.

Andy tensed up instantly, for two reasons: one, no one reacted at all to Zachary suddenly waltzing into the classroom; it seemed only Andy could see him. And two, Zachary still had his wolf ears. Everything else wolf-like was gone, but where there normally were two tufts of hair gelled into place, there were now what was unmistakably two pointy wolfish ears.

“Hey there, Andy!” Zachary waved to him and strolled on over. No one seemed to notice what was going on. The teacher just kept droning.

“What, what’s going on?” demanded Andy. “What can’t anyone see you? And what happened to your ears?”

“Huh?” Zachary patted his wolf ears. “Oh, they’ve always been like this. I just normally make sure people don’t notice them. But I can’t do that on you anymore, of course, now that you’re my special moon buddy, and I wouldn’t want to anyways.”

“Moon buddy? What do you mean, moon buddy? And why can’t anyone else see you? They can’t see you for the same reason they can’t see your ears? You just don’t want them to?”

Zachary grinned. “That’s right! I’ve gotten very good at glamour. It’s really useful, you know. It lets me cut class all the time without anyone noticing, which is great because now I can come visit you and fuck you! And that’s what a moon buddy is, of course—”

“W-w-what? Fuck me? But I thought—”

“Oh, no, you only fucked me for the ritual. For the most part, it’ll be YOU riding MY cock. Here, have a look at your new best friend!” Zachary pulled down his pants and Andy shuddered as he gazed upon Zachary’s hard cock, which was pointing straight at him.

Zachary pulled his pants down, sat down on top of an empty desk, and spread his legs, stroking his hard cock with one hand while using the other to toy with a nipple. “Alright, Andy, hop on!”

“I’ll do no such thing!” yelled Andy, but to his horror his body seemed to be reacting on its own. He stood up, pulled off all his clothes, and walked over to Zachary. He frantically tried to run in the other direction, but his body instead reacted by calmly climbing up on to the desk. His arms flung themselves around Zachary’s neck, and Andy was forced to look straight into Zachary’s happy smile as his ass began to lower itself right onto Zachary’s cock.

“Don’t worry about pain, Andy. After that ritual, you’re my special love buddy for good, and that means your ass is now designed for my cock! It can stay tight as a glove and still cause you no pain at all. Isn’t that great? And your ass is super-sensitive now, too! All you have to worry about is getting too strong an orgasm!”

Andy gasped as he sank down onto Zachary’s cock, impaling himself on the throbbing organ. What Zachary had said was true. Andy could barely keep from keening in pleasure: the sensation of Zachary’s hard cock rubbing against his inner walls was sending wave after wave of hot searing pleasure through Andy’s gasping body. His toes curled at the intensity, and he clenched his eyes to keep from crying in ecstasy. He sank lower and lower, his hands clenching Zachary’s muscular thighs as Zachary moaned in approval, and then, Zachary’s cock hit his prostate, and Andy threw back his head and screamed. It just felt too fucking good! He understood that what Zachary had said about worrying over getting too strong an orgasm was very true.

Andy began riding Zachary with abandon, his body completely out of his control but his mind having no problem with the fact as it was overwhelmed with raw burning pleasure. Andy’s arms threw themselves around Zachary’s neck and Andy’s lips smashed with Zachary’s for a hungry kiss, their tongues dueling with each other as Andy’s hips thrust up and down, shaking and rotating with each thrust to drive Zachary’s pulsing cock repeatedly into Andy’s hungry ass, the head rubbing and pummeling Andy’s prostate from all directions. Zachary grabbed the back of Andy’s ass and clenched tight, his fingers burying deep into the smooth supple flesh, getting a deep-throated moan from Andy as Zachary pulling Andy’s body closer to himself. Their chests collided, Andy’s golden tan against Zachary’s alabaster white, both slick with sweat, rubbing against each other and burning with a sexual fever. Zachary groaned and began thrusting up into Andy with relentless abandon. Andy cried out at the feeling of Zachary’s hard cock pistoning in and out of his ass at a furious rate, and threw back his head, his blonde hair flying, his nipples so hard and aching he could feel them jutting out stiff from his chest, his whole body tingling as his nerves overloaded with pleasure that jolted up from his ass, through his rock-hard cock, and up his spine as he rode Zachary more furiously than he had ever done anything before in his life.

The feeling in Andy’s cock grew abruptly ten times more intense, and his cock head swelled up in preparation. Andy gasped and threw his arms around Zachary, his head landing on Zachary’s shoulder, and Andy gasped and moaned into Zachary’s appreciative ear as he explosively came, his orgasm tearing through his skin, his balls churning as his cock erupted into burst after burst of ecstasy. His ass clenched tight as a vice in time to his exploding cock, and Zachary gave a throaty yell as he too lost control and came, firing hard and repeatedly into the heaving Adonis above him.

They stayed in each other’s arms for a moment, their breath still harsh from the sex, their heart rate gradually slowing down. In the background, the teacher still droned on. Zachary smiled and nuzzled Andy’s ear with his nose.

Andy pulled away from Zachary and glared at him. “You made me do that.”

“What?” Zachary protested. “You wanted it, didn’t you?’

“But you made me WANT it in the first place! And I didn’t have any control over my body. I know because—” Andy shut his mouth and looked away. His cheeks turned rosy red from embarrassment.

“Aww! You’re so adorable when you blush. What’s the matter?” Zachary fixed Andy with an intense stare and commanded, “Tell me.”

Andy felt his tongue and lips moving against his own volition. “I tried to grab my cock to jerk off in the middle, but my hands wouldn’t respond. And damn you for making me tell! Can’t you give me at least some freedom or privacy?”

Zachary shrugged. “Hey, it’s just between you and me. And that’s how it’s going to be for the rest of our lives, so why bother with privacy? You might as well get used to it!” Zachary jiggled his hips for emphasis, reminding Andy of the deflating cock still inside him.

“Well, I don’t want to be your love slave for the rest of my life!” Andy stood up. Zachary’s dick came free with a pop. “I wish you would just leave me alone and go away! I’d rather die than have to spend my life a puppet.”

Zachary shook his head, bemused. “That’s not a very great attitude. Life is great! You should try to enjoy it.”

“It’s great for you,” huffed Andy. “You’re not being used as a sex toy against your will.”

Zachary just shook his head again. “You’ll see it my way eventually, I promise. Here.” He wiped some of his cum off his dick and held it out to Andy. “Have some.”

“Fuck off!”

Zachary shrugged and got up. “Ah, well, not today, I guess. Well, see you next period!” Zachary waved good-bye and walked off, slamming the door behind him.

Next period? Andy groaned and buried his head into his arms. This was terrible. At least no one seemed to notice that he was naked and covered with cum. Whatever ignore-field Zachary seemed to use on himself appeared to be working on Andy, too.






Chapter 3: Debauchery in the Bathroom

As soon as the bell rang, Andy grabbed his pants and shirt and rocketed out of the classroom. He hadn’t dared leave ahead of time, in case his unexpected departure shattered the ignore-field that seemed to be protecting him so far, and as he didn’t want to put on his clothing and have it be all sticky with drying cum from his skin, he would have to leave naked — double the incentive for keeping whatever ignore-field Zachary had left behind intact.

Andy stumbled through the crowded hallways, struggling to fight back tears. He finally managed to get to the bathrooms without any incident, and he shoved the door open and stumbled inside. There were a few students standing at the urinals or washing their hands, but thankfully they didn’t seem to notice Andy’s unclothed state, and Andy slid into a stall, locked the door, and sank down on to the toilet seat. He jumped when the cold seat met his overheated skin, but he didn’t move. Biting his lip and rubbing at his eyes when they stung with suppressed tears, he waited for the bell to ring and the other kids to leave. He wanted to clean himself in peace.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the bell rang, and the last kid finished washing his hands and left, the bathroom door banging behind him. Andy opened his stall door a crack and peered outside. The coast was clear.

Andy gingerly deposited his clothes behind the toilet in the stall for safekeeping and crept out to the sink. He stared at his reflection. A flushed, unhappy, and naked teenager stared back, his face red with misery, traces of dried cum sticking all over his chest and limbs. With a shuddering sigh, Andy turned on the hot water and began scrubbing at himself. He didn’t exactly have a sponge, but he found that if he wadded together enough paper towels and applied hand-soap to the soggy mess, he could make himself a serviceable washcloth.

It took a while to wash himself completely, and the water on his skin cooled quickly and made him shiver. Finally, he got the last traces of cum and soap off his legs. Now, he supposed, all that was left was to dry himself. He reached for the paper towels and got to work.

He was in the middle of bending over to dry his legs when the bathroom door banged open. Andy froze, and Zachary’s voice greeted him. “There you are! I was beginning to worry you had run away.”

Andy slowly straightened up, mentally cursing himself for not trying to run away in the first place. He didn’t say anything, just stared at Zachary with loathing and fear.

Zachary pouted. “Oh, come on, Andy! Don’t look at me like that!” He took a step towards Andy, who retreated away from Zachary so fast that he tripped and fell, jarring his hip against the sink. Andy hissed in pain and clutched at his hip. This day was just turning out fucking fantastic.

“Aw, come on, Andy, don’t make me do this,” said Zachary, advancing slowly like a trainer approaching a crazed tiger. He spread out his hand, and Andy found himself suddenly frozen.

At that abrupt and careless theft of freedom, all the feelings that had been bubbling around in Andy’s chest exploded. “Goddamnit!” he yelled. “Why can’t you leave me alone! What—what—wha…” Andy could feel his face contorting and tears beginning to squeeze out, but try as he could he couldn’t get control of his face. He remembered when he was a kid and he’d trip and fall and find himself crying so hard he couldn’t speak, even though he’d try and try to stop crying so that he could explain to the worried teacher that no, he was alright, it was just his tears that were out of control. That hadn’t happened to him again for years, but now, here he was, his face scrunched up as he bawled his eyes out, burning with shame that his worst enemy could see, burning with anger that he couldn’t do anything about it, even raise his hands to cover his face.

Zachary’s face softened. “There, there,” he said, moving forward, and Andy couldn’t even jerk backwards to evade his touch.

Zachary reached out a hand, frowning in concentration, and put a cool finger on Andy’s forehead. Instantly, Andy felt his emotions cooling down, his thoughts numbing over as if they had been shot with novocain. He could feel his face relaxing and resuming its normal position. When he tried to open his mouth to protest at Zachary’s proximity, he could barely manage to open his lips. They felt so heavy. Even his skin felt numb; he knew the water was still drying and cooling his naked skin, but for some reason he felt warm and content.

“I really didn’t want to do this,” Andy could hear Zachary say from what felt like a far distance away, “I didn’t want to have to try to trick you into swallowing voluntarily, but I think I might have to. Don’t worry, Andy, it’ll be easier for you, too, you’ll see.”

And with that, Zachary pushed gently on the top of Andy’s head. Andy sank to his knees in front of Zachary, his legs spread wide open, his body not under Zachary’s control but not really responding to his numbed brain either. He could hear the sound of a zipper, and suddenly there was something hard and thick poking at his cheek.

“It won’t work if you don’t swallow my cum completely of your own free will, unfortunately, but… Well, let’s see if my plan works.” Zachary clenched Andy’s blonde hair with his fist. Andy registered mild pain, but then, a strange pleasurable tingling began to make its way through Andy’s scalp. He could feel it trickling down his forehead and around his ears, and he wanted to lift a hand to scratch it away, but his arms were heavy and unresponsive. The tingling increased, now reaching his nose and heading for his lips. Andy leaned forward slightly in an attempt to evade the tingling, his knees supporting him as he unintentionally displayed his round buttocks to the mirror behind him, his nose bumping into the hard shaft that a small screaming part of his mind recognized as Zachary’s throbbing cock.

The tingling reached his lips, and Andy could feel himself beginning to smile as he opened his mouth. His tongue lolled out in a loose, dazed grin. The tingling continued, down his neck, pleasurably stroking his spine. It began its ways down his arms, which tensed briefly, the tanned muscles bulging for a second beneath smoothly browned skin, then relaxing again. The tingling reaching Andy’s fingers, and his arms began to float up, almost of their own volition. Andy, still smiling, mouth still open in a dazed grin, reached up and took Zachary’s cock in a warm, comforting hand. Zachary gasped and increased his grip on Andy’s hair. The tingling significantly increased, and Andy couldn’t help moan as it reached his cock, which swelled up and jutted forth so very painfully, pleasurably hard.

He stroked Zachary’s cock slowly, enjoying the feeling of it in his hand, the way the skin moved across the shaft as he moved his hand back and forth. Slowly, ever so slowly, he opened his mouth wide. He leaned forward and puffed a warm breath over the head of Zachary’s cock. Zachary’s hiss of anticipation had no effect on his leisurely progress, and he slowly closed his mouth, planting a soft, chaste kiss on the tip. When he came away, there was a drop of precum on his lips. His tongue crept out, cat-like, and licked it away.

Andy’s free hand was drifting down across his heaving heated chest, coming to rest on his nipple, which he rolled between his finger, enjoy the soft bursts of pleasure, almost indistinguishable now from the tingling that encased his entire body. His other hand, occupied with Zachary’s cock, gave it one last stroke, and then Andy leaned forward and gently swallowed Zachary’s cock, encasing it in the hot wetness of his velvet mouth.

An inferno of pleasure met Andy as Zachary’s cock entered his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head and groaned loudly in approval. He began moving his head back and forth, his tongue ravishing the achingly hard penis in his mouth, trying to get as much surface contact with it as he could. Hot sparks of pleasure crackled behind his closed eyes. The hand that was toying with his nipple migrated down to his own throbbing cock, which he began to slowly stroke in time to his bobbing head.

Zachary moaned incoherent words of encouragement, but Andy’s numbed brain was beyond registering their meaning. All that he was aware of was his body, and what made his body feel good. Right now, getting as much mouth contact with Zachary’s cock was practically bringing him to orgasm, and so Andy continued sucking on it hungrily, relaxed and grinning the entire time.

The spikes of pleasure increased, and Andy sucked harder, his mouth ravishing the organ that was at the moment his center and his world. He relished the taste, the sensation, the feel of the hot heaviness that was a welcome intruder in his mouth.

Suddenly, the pleasure was gone! It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over Andy’s head. His eyes flew open, and in desperation, he sucked harder, trying to get the sensation to return. He was rewarded with a strange wet sensation and sticky, salty taste — his thoughts came flooding back, his consciousness fully remembered where he was, and Andy yanked his mouth off Zachary’s cock. He spit hard, coughing as he expelled all of Zachary’s cum from his mouth. Zachary’s eyes were open now and angry, but he was still coming, and streaks of cum arched out and hit Andy in the face, adding insult to injury.

Andy staggered to his feet and ran to the sink. He yanked on the water and scooped handfuls of it to his mouth, rinsing and spitting, rinsing and spitting, just in case he had swallowed a spare drop.

“Don’t bother,” Zachary growled. Oh, he was angry now. Andy could see his reflection in the mirror. His eyes looked so black that for a second Andy thought his pupils had ruptured and spilled out into the iris. “You didn’t swallow any of that cum. You’d KNOW if you swallowed it. Believe me.” Zachary hissed in anger, and Andy felt his body freeze, hand stopping in the action of reaching out to the sink for another handful of water.

“Well, my plan almost worked. You realize you were sucking my cock then completely of your own free will, don’t you? Admittedly, you were a bit dazed, but man oh man, if only you had recovered your wits a few precious seconds later! Then this whole ugly problem would be solved, but no, you have to make things hard for me, don’t you! Fine. Have it your way.”

Andy’s eyes widened. Was Zachary going to let him go? But no, he was crouching in front of Andy now. Zachary flicked an impatient finger, and Andy found himself turning around to display his ass to Zachary’s irritated gaze.

Zachary grabbed a butt cheek with each hand and began massaging it roughly. Out of spite, it seemed, he made the actions pleasurable, and Andy bit at his tongue to keep from moaning out loud. But Zachary’s intent was clearly far more sinister. He was murmuring something beneath his breath — Andy tried to listen, but he wasn’t casting a spell or anything scary like that. It seemed he was just talking to himself and debating how to do whatever it was he wanted to do. He finally made up his mind, and with a grimace of concentration, he stared hard at Andy’s buttocks.

Andy could feel his ass heating up, as if Zachary was aiming a sun lamp at it. Then, Zachary let go of one butt cheek, and with his free hand, he slipped a finger inside. Andy tensed, still expecting pain despite what Zachary had told him earlier, but the finger slipped in without trouble, feeling tight but, rather than intrusive, almost natural, as if it belonged.

And then Zachary slipped it out, let go of his ass, and was gone. Just like that. The bathroom door banged behind him, leaving Andy alone to stare at his frightened reflection in the mirror.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Andy went to the bathroom stall where he had stowed his clothes and proceeded to pull them on. He had his wallet with him, thankfully. That would save him a trip to his locker. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it right away, but it was the most obvious solution: to get away from Zachary, he’d have to run for it.

Andy opened the bathroom door and peeked out. The coast was clear. Swiftly, he slipped out and ran down the hallway. He reached the main doors and pushed them open, darting through them before they had fully opened and not sticking around to hear them slam shut. He paused for a second, deciding which direction to go, and then decided to head for the mini-mart. Zachary would expect him to go home, and he knew where he lived, so it wasn’t a safe option. He could get some food at the mini-mart, borrow their telephone if he needed to make any calls, maybe hitchhike a ride and get as far away from here as possible.

Andy bit his bottom lip in nervous determination, made sure his wallet was safely in his pocket, and broke into a run.






Chapter 4: Meeting Up at the Mini-Mart

Andy panted hard and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he ran. He was tempted to stop and rest for a moment, but he knew that each second could count in whether his escape would be a success or not. The hot sun beat down on his head, heating his hair and making his clothes stick to his body.

As Andy continued his exhausted jog, he began to realize that one part of his body was heating up more than normal. A brief trek in the shade confirmed his suspicions. As he jogged beneath a long row of trees, his ass kept a warm glow that Andy suspected had nothing to do with the sun. He started to speculate on what Zachary might have done… No. Just ignore it. Don’t think about it for now. Just run.

Andy ran. The sun was baking him again. At this rate, he’d collapse from heat exhaustion before he made it to the mini-mart. He HAD to stop, at least for a drink of water. The mini-mart was still a couple of miles away. He could stop at the park. Maybe he should take up the life of a homeless person and sleep in parks. Would Zachary find him if he did that? That would be horrible, to wake up one night to find Zachary looming over him, teeth displayed in a grin and his cock pointing straight at him… No. Don’t think about that. Think about running.

Andy ran. He finally reached the park and collapsed over the water fountain, sucking in the water with thirsty desperation. He paused for a few moments after his drink, hands on his knees, panting hard. He could afford a minute rest, he supposed. Better than collapsing on the road from exhaustion and landing in the hospital, where Zachary would find him without any trouble… No. Don’t think about that. Andy stood up, wincing at the heat from his ass. It felt as if it was baking now, despite Andy’s attempts to ignore it. He shifted uncomfortably, unwilling to touch it in case that set off some chain reaction. That would be exactly the sort of thing Zachary would do… No. Forget Zachary for now. Think of the mini-mart. Think of running. Run.

Andy ran.

He arrived at the mini-mart, exhausted and soaked in sweat. The bored clerk behind the counter didn’t even spare a look for him as the bell gave a sweet ding-dong when he stumbled in through the door. The only sound in the deserted mini-mart was the buzzing of some fly that had come in to escape the heat from outside, Andy’s panting, and the rustling of the pages from the clerk’s newspaper.

Andy walked to the fridge, wincing at his sore muscles. Even now, he couldn’t resist picking out a drink he had never tried before. Andy loved the fridges at mini-marts. He was fascinated by the purple sports drinks and black energy elixirs. Even though they all usually ended up tasting the same, he liked the idea of variety. This time, he picked out a pink vitamin water drink that claimed to be ‘pink-berry’ flavor. Andy didn’t know what pink-berry was, but he was certain it meant the drink would be excruciatingly sweet.

Andy grabbed the drink and a couple of energy bars and began walking over to the counter, trying to ignore the unpleasant sensation of overheated snakes wriggling their way across his bum. The strange sensations playing across his ass seemed to be constantly evolving, turning more and more torturous every minute. His cheeks rubbed against each other as they walked, and an unpleasantly familiar tingling seemed to join in among the other sensations. Andy’s eyes widened with panic for a second, and he hurried up to the counter to make his purchases. He recognized that tingling. He was pretty sure it was the same he had experienced moments ago in the bathroom, trickling down his head before it encased his entire body. It was either the same tingling, or a close cousin, but either way, Andy did not want to be in a public place whenever it decided to fully manifest, as Andy was sure it eventually would. It would be unlike Zachary to give Andy a break.

“Gee whiz, kid,” said the clerk, causing Andy to jump in fright before he realized who was talking, “you sure look exhausted. Didja ditch gym or something? Playing hooky, ain’t ya?” The clerk winked at him.

“Uh… yeah,” stuttered Andy, trying his best to lie convincingly, “I’m playing hooky. That’s what I’m doing. I’m definitely not running away from a crazy kid who seems to be a magical werewolf and is intent on making me his gay sex toy. Nope, I am innocently playing hooky! I’m normal, I swear! Please don’t call the police!”

“Ha ha, you kids these days!” said the clerk, who, luckily for Andy, hadn’t been paying much attention to Andy’s horrible attempts at covering up the truth. He was too busy reading the funny pages. “I had to run away from a crazy werewolf once. But then it turned out it was just my neighbor’s dog. My mom had forgotten to take a steak out of her pocket when she put the clothes into the wash, so our clothing came out full of meat smells for the next few days. We didn’t notice, but the neighbor’s dog sure did. That’ll be three-seventy-five.”

“Thanks,” said Andy as he paid for his purchase. He sure was glad the clerk hadn’t noticed anything funny about his dilemma. As he rooted around in his pocket for his wallet, he gave into temptation and scratched his butt. That was a mistake — it was just like scratching at a mosquito bite, but a hundred times worse. Andy bit his lip and scratched frantically at the sudden increased tingling spreading across his butt cheeks, hoping the clerk wouldn’t notice. He managed to get the wallet out among the scratching. The clerk gave him back his change without looking up from his newspaper, and Andy backed away, still scratching. He paused on the threshold of mini-mart, wincing at the wavering heat waiting outside. He glanced back into the mini-mart, biting his lip in thought. The clerk seemed really into his newspaper… And this mini-mart was pretty deserted. Surely he wouldn’t mind if Andy sat down behind one of the aisles to cool down (and, as Andy didn’t dare admit to himself, to scratch at his ass in a less public place; it really was killing him).

Andy went back inside and tip-toed to hide behind an aisle. The clerk didn’t even look up, and Andy sank to the floor in relief. He dropped into a squat and, eyes closed with concentration, began the serious business of dealing with the crazy itchy feeling that was all over his ass. The tingling was intense now, but Andy was certain it was a different sort than the one he had encountered in the bathroom. It didn’t seem to be spreading, for one thing, and for another, it seemed more itchy than tingly.

It did feel awfully good to run his fingernails across his cheeks, though… Andy bit his lip, eyes still closed, and slipped a hand underneath his shorts to get more direct skin contact. He began to slip into that relaxed state that came from scratching at a really good itch. He had seen cats slip into it, and dogs slip into it, and now he was slipping into it as well. The tingling was a hot bath of pleasure now. It swirled around his ass, encircling his hand. Andy propped himself up on his knees and slipped in the other hand as well. His shorts began to inch down his legs, but Andy was beyond noticing. His ass had his entire attention.

For the first time, the tingling began to make tentative licking sensations across his asshole. Andy whimpered and clenched his eyes tighter. The tingling seemed pleased by his response, and it dived in, but so slowly, ever so slowly. It was cool once inside, cool and tingling and almost calming. Andy’s fingers followed after the tingling, pursuing it to this new source of pleasure.

A small distant part of his mind that Andy began to recognize was screaming at him to get a grip. This was the same part of his mind that stayed sane when the rest of him was flooded by whatever Zachary was doing to him at the time, and it was tiny, but struggling valiantly. The secret Andy locked inside his head recognized what was going on. It noticed that Zachary hadn’t lied about his ass being specially designed now: the fingers not only slipped in completely naturally, but they encountered no resistance whatsoever, as if Andy’s ass was now exclusively designed to be used to anal pleasure. SNAP OUT IT! the secret Andy yelled at the top of its lungs, but the rest of Andy was in too much of a haze to listen. His ass felt so good… He needed something more inside it. His fingers were not enough. Where was Zachary? He’d know what to do—

“Wow, Andy!” Oh, there he was. Andy raised his head, his clouded eyes meeting Zachary’s amused ones. He was standing there, arms crossed over his chest in a way that made the muscles stand out. Andy licked his lips. He wanted those arms to raise his legs high into the air and those hips to—

“Geez, Andy. I think I may have overdone it. Either that, or you’re more susceptible than I thought… or more slutty. But either way, who cares! This is awesome.” Zachary approached him, a huge grin plastered over his face.

“Mmmmmnnnn,” moaned Andy, “feels so good. Need more…” Secret Andy, locked inside his own head, mentally slapped himself. It didn’t have much effect. “Please, Zachary! I need it!”

“Need what?” Zachary was trying not to laugh, but not in the way you try not to laugh at jokes. He was trying not to laugh in the way you try not to laugh when you find out you won the lottery. Zachary was clearly very pleased with Andy’s current state. “What is it you need, Andy?”

“I need your… your… ugh, feel so good.” Andy closed his eyes and moaned, his fingers desperately plunging in and out of his ass.

“I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me what you need, Andy.”

“Your coooooock, oh good this feels amaaaazing…!” Andy cried out as it became too much for him. His cock began to jerk and spurt as an orgasm as soft and powerful as the sea swept over him and took him under. A large and prominent stain began to grow on the front of his shorts as he came.

Zachary laughed now. “Oh, Andy. I love you, you know that? You’re adorable.” He waggled his eyebrows at him, and Andy’s deflating cock began inflating again, his balls tingling oddly as they refilled. The sensation in his ass, if anything, just grew worse. He NEEDED something inside it, NOW.

“Your COCK!” Andy screamed the word at Zachary. “I NEED YOUR COCK! PLEAAASE!”

“Anything for you,” murmured Zachary, his pants already dropping to his ankles, and he grabbed Andy’s head and pushed him into a wet kiss. Andy was too bewildered too respond but tried valiantly to kiss back, anything to make Zachary give him what his body so desperately cried out for.

Zachary pushed Andy to the floor. Andy lay on his back, legs spread, face flushed and hair spread out in a golden halo, panting up at Zachary in an extreme state of lust. “Oh, Andy...” said Zachary, gently stroking his cheek. “You look more delectable than I could have ever thought possible. Andy, my Andy.” He grabbed Andy’s shorts and pulled them off all the way. Taking hold of his ankles, he spread his legs wide, exposing his twitching asshole as Andy mewled and groaned in anticipated pleasure.

“Andy, my Andy,” moaned Zachary, and he plunged into Andy. Both cried out, and Zachary began pistoning in and out without further ado. He grinned, tossed back his hair, and spread Andy’s legs even wider as he plunged in and out. Andy moaned and rolled his head back and forth beneath him as he allowed — no, embraced — Zachary in between his legs. His eyes scrunched up and his mouth twisted open, looking as if he was either in extreme pain or extreme pleasure, but the moans dripping from his lips and the precum dripping from his rock-hard cock made it obvious which it was.

Zachary let go of Andy’s ankles. Andy wrapped his legs around Zachary, eyes burning and unseeing and possessed by lust, and Zachary lay down on top of Andy, never stopping his rate of thrusting for a moment. Skin rubbed against skin. Zachary buried his face into Andy’s neck, his breath bursting out like a bellows against Andy’s sensitive ear.

Andy cried out and arched his back. He couldn’t take it anymore. All the sensations that were swarming his body intensified to an unbearable point, and his cock swelled, his balls churned. Screaming, Andy reached orgasm, and jolt after jolt of cum shot out from his cock and splattered across his face and chest. Zachary moaned at the increased pressure put on his cock buried deep inside Andy, and he came moments later, roaring with pleasure.

They collapsed against each other, sweaty and panting. Zachary gently nuzzled Andy’s ear again, and this time, Andy let him. Maybe he was too dazed to react — Zachary didn’t care and took it as a good sign. He shifted his head so that his lips brushed against Andy’s earlobe, and he nibbled gently on the exposed flesh. Andy twitched, his first sign of movement after his intense orgasm, and slowly opened his eyes. He groaned unhappily when he realized what the situation was but made no effort to move.

“Hello, Andy,” murmured Zachary happily. “How do you feel?”

Andy groaned again. “Exhausted. And used.”

Zachary chuckled. “That reminds me…” He reached down to his cock, and Andy began struggling, anticipating what Zachary was planning to do.

“No! I’m not going to! Stop trying to make me eat your cum. It’s gross, and I don’t want to.”

“There’s nothing gross about eating cum,” said Zachary, demonstrating his point my gently licking Andy’s cum off of Andy’s face.

Andy squirmed and muttered something against his breath. Zachary cocked his head. “What was that?”

“I SAID,” said Andy, “I said… I said that I’m afraid of it. I mean, you said that me eating your cum would complete whatever stupid ritual you trapped me into in the first place. And I’m already at your mercy as is. No matter how hard I struggle, I can’t do a thing about it. But I’m afraid… to lose myself.” He looked at Zachary with pleading eyes. “Even when I’m being manipulated like a… a toy, to the point that I can’t even help my own reactions, there’s still a part of me that knows what’s going on, that stays me, even if it can only sit and watch and scream. You’ve taken everything else from me. I don’t want you to take that as well.”

Zachary peered at Andy with a bemused expression. “What do you think the ritual will do, erase your mind? If that’s all I wanted to do, I’d had done it from the start.”

Andy sat up, confused. “Then what does it do?”

Zachary laughed and sat up as well. “Come on. Let’s go back to school, and I’ll tell you. I realize I should have told you this from the start… It would have made things much easier.”

Andy shrugged and got to his feet. Zachary grabbed a roll of toilet paper from the shelf and made some attempts at cleaning up the both of them, but they were still a bit sticky by the time they put on their clothes and stepped into the sunlight. Zachary waved cheekily at the clerk, who hadn’t noticed anything and was still absorbed in his newspaper.

The two boys set off to school, a temporary truce softening the air between them.






Chapter 5: Two Weeks Later

Andy stalked down the hall, a cocky smirk on his face. Students scurrying to their classes darted out of his way as if he was Moses parting the Red Sea, most of them not even noticing that they were doing so. Andy’s ignore-field was working full-strength.

Andy spotted Zachary near the stairs, pausing to rest amid the pre-class chaos. It had been nearly two weeks since that first fateful night, and in that time, Zachary’s ears had turned more and more human. The two tufts of hair sticking up off his head were now really two tufts of hair.

Andy grinned like a shark and snuck up to Zachary.

“Hey, Zachary,” he murmured into his ear, causing Zachary to jump and turn around, eyes frightened for a moment before he saw who it was.

“Hey Andy,” said Zachary, “sorry I couldn’t make it for lunch hour, I—” The rest of what Zachary was going to say was cut off as Andy roughly grabbed Zachary’s head and shoved it towards his mouth. The two boys locked mouths in a passionate kiss. Zachary moaned as his knees buckled, but Andy held tight to his shirt and kept him from falling. It had been a fun two weeks, oh, it had. A lot of things had changed in those fourteen days. He could still remember the day when it finally changed, starting with him and Zachary walking back from the mini-mart…

They had arrived at school in silence. Zachary hadn’t wanted to say anything to ruin Andy’s cautious cooperation. Andy didn’t want to say anything to trigger an over-enthusiastic response from Zachary. They had walked in silence to the lunchroom, which was crowded and noisy, but Zachary’s ignore-field was still in place. They sat down at a deserted table in the corner and waited for the other one to break the awkward silence.

In the end, it had been Andy who had broken it. “So, this ritual you’re putting me through…”

“Right.” Zachary sat up, suddenly business-like. “Well, it’s really simple. I, uh. I can’t actually tell you the exact details… That would be like forcing you to swallow my cum, you see… You have to enter into the contract unknowing and of your own free will.”

“Who made these rules?” Andy asked suspiciously.

Zachary shrugged. “I dunno. I just learned them from my mom. She might know, but I never asked.”

“You’re not a very curious person, are you.”

“What do you mean?”

Andy sighed. “Nothing. I’m just remembering something I learned in class when we had to read Nabokov’s Lolita. One of the things my teacher said about Humbert Humbert was how he was a ‘monster of incuriosity’. He never cared what Lolita thought about the whole arrangement, after all. He just wasn’t a very curious person, I guess.”

“So what’s your point?”

Andy stared at Zachary, bemused. Zachary stared back, clearly not getting it. Andy shook his head in exasperation. “Nevermind. So can you at least hint at what the ritual does? I mean, you said it doesn’t turn me into your mindless sex slave, so you’ve already hinted what it’s not. Hinting some more shouldn’t hurt, right?”

“Well, that’s true.” Zachary scratched at his head and stared at the ceiling. For a change, he looked thoughtful. “See, I could have turned you into a mindless sex slave… My mom did that to my dad, after all. But she got sick of it pretty quick. Well, in a couple of years. But still, a marriage lasts longer than that, and my mom realized that what she had loved about my dad wasn’t just his, you know, his body… She had actually liked him as a person as well. His personality. His sense of humor. She found a bunch of undeveloped canisters of film a few years after she had married him and realized he had been trying to become an artistic photographer before she, you know. She felt really bad, then, because she realized she had essentially killed him. But she had been young, and she had had the power… She talked about him a lot, and it made an impact on me, I guess. I swore to myself that I’d never do that to anyone, when it was my turn to mate.”

Andy was a little bit in awe. This was a side of Zachary he hadn’t seen before. He asked softly, trying not to sound rude, “Where is your dad now?”

“I don’t know.” Zachary spread his hands wide. “He just vanished when I was small. My mom won’t say what happened to him, but I think there might have been an accident… I’m not sure if it was intentional or not. As I said, my mom began to see my dad as a representation of everything that could have been. She began to hate him in the end, I think… Well, the shell that was left, at least.”

Andy shivered. “I’m glad you didn’t do that to me.”

“Yeah, me too.” Zachary patted Andy’s hand fondly, who was too surprised to react.

“So, here I am, stuck in the middle of your stupid ritual… Can I have some more hints before I decide to seal my fate?”

“Well, the ritual revolves around the moon cycles, of course… Oh, and you’ll be able to break it, if you want. I don’t think you will want to, as that’s kind of part of the ritual, but you will be able to break free at a certain point, I can promise you that.”

Andy jumped to his feet. “Why didn’t you say that from the start! Oh, you idiot—”

“Hey, don’t call me that! Just because I get bad grades in math—”

“Wait, what happens if I do nothing?”

“Well, then by the next full moon, we’ll be stuck the way we are now. Me in control, you submissive forever more.”

“So you’re saying that completing the ritual won’t turn me into your submissive lovesick puppy?”

“Mmm… I like that mental image. But no, it won’t.”

Andy chewed his lip for a while, thinking it over. But of course there was no choice, really. The best option was obvious. “Well, all right… Let’s get this over with.”

Zachary grinned and stood up, unzipping his pants as he went. Andy sighed and walked over, a dread nervousness buzzing at the back of his brain. He stared awkwardly at Zachary’s erect cock before awkwardly sinking in front of it. It seemed a bit sillier to be doing this without Zachary’s spell-induced lust sweeping over him, but Andy had to admit that he preferred doing it of his own free will than not.

Hesitating for only a moment, he took Zachary’s cock into his mouth.

Zachary hissed as Andy slowly worked his tongue around the head. Andy tried to recall what he had done in the bathroom when in that daze, and he began pumping the shaft slowly with his hand. Zachary’s fingers made their way into Andy’s scalp, which tingled from the contact, but not due to any spell. Andy shivered at the feeling and concentrated on bringing Zachary to orgasm. The sooner this was over with, the better.

It didn’t take nearly as long as Andy would have thought, considering that Zachary had cum repeatedly today. Maybe something about being a werewolf gave him bottomless balls. Or maybe it was something about being a horny teenager. Either way, it wasn’t long before Andy’s cautious attempt at a blow job managed to work Zachary over the edge. He grunted and scrunched his eyes shut and came into Andy’s mouth. Perhaps not the orgasm of the century, but it was enough for Andy’s purposes.

Andy made a face at the salty taste, grimaced in nervous preparation… and swallowed.

It was as if an internal explosion blew him up inside out and turned on all the lights in his body that he had never known existed. There was a thin screaming noise, which could have been coming from inside his head, but also could have been coming from Andy’s throat. He couldn’t tell. All he knew was this his lips were on fire, the faint bite marks Zachary had left last night suddenly blossoming like miniature suns, accompanied by the bite marks in a ring around his cock. The fire swept up his body till he felt like he was in a furnace, except there was no pain. He could barely see straight. The lunchroom spun around him, the lights hanging from the ceiling swirling and making strange patterns against his eyelids. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Zachary, who was lying on the ground in a similar twitching heap, as if the same thing was happening to him.

And suddenly, just like that, it was all over. Andy sat up, shuddering from the aftershock, but otherwise all right. He felt himself all over to make sure he hadn’t broken any bones (or sprouted any tentacles or something like that). No, he seemed alright, pretty much unchanged. The only thing was that if he touched his lips, they burned slightly. The same thing happened when his fingers grazed his cock. And there was Zachary, sitting up and looking just as dazed as he was.

“Hey Zachary,” Andy grinned and pulled off his shirt and tossed off his pants. He crawled over to Zachary on hands and knees, shaking his bum in what he hoped was an enticing way. Zachary was looking at him with slight bemusement, though most of his expression was taken up with sudden hopeful desire.

“Hey Andy,” he began cautiously, “how are you feeli—mmpph,” as Andy interrupted him with a wet kiss. It would become one of Andy’s favorite ways of greeting Zachary in the future, but this was the first time, and it took Zachary by surprise.

“Let’s fuck,” panted Andy as they broke for air, and Zachary couldn’t agree more.

He fucked him on the lunch table that day. Andy straddled Zachary, his erection rubbing against Zachary’s stomach, and he grinned and licked his lips as he sank onto Zachary’s eager cock. He moaned as Zachary thrust up, hard and fast and so fucking good, and he put his hands on his head, keeping a driving rhythm as he dived up and down, driving Zachary into himself, keeping his cock rubbing his oversensitive asshole from all sides.

Zachary had groaned and suddenly grabbed his shoulders, and abruptly the position was changed, with Andy splayed out on his back and Zachary in between his legs, Andy’s ankles rubbing Zachary’s neck as he pumped in and out. He leaned close, pulling Andy into a kiss, and Andy wrapped his legs around his back, loving the feeling of Zachary inside him, above him, filling him where he hadn’t known before that he desperately needed to be filled. Zachary hissed and sucked on his neck, and Andy cried out and bucked up, desperately trying to get more of Zachary inside him. Zachary trailed a series of harsh, biting kisses down his stomach, till he reached his thigh, where he paused to suck hard and leave a tooth-marked hicky.

Andy cried out and arched his back as he came, his cock swelling and spurting streak after streak of hot white cum. Zachary buried his head into Andy’s neck as he buried his cock into Andy and came as well.

Zachary collapsed onto Andy. Both were gasping as they recovered. Finally, Andy moved his hand languorously to stroke Zachary’s hair, and he pulled him into a soft, mellow kiss. Zachary was still inside him, softening ever so slowly. He could feel the sensation of Zachary’s cum in his hole, Zachary’s heartbeat against his chest, Zachary’s hot breath in his mouth, his hair beneath his hands. How could he have ever not wanted this? This was his Zachary. He was Zachary’s Andy, and Zachary was Andy’s Zachary. They belonged together. It was as simple as that.

So that was one aspect of the ritual’s completion that Andy never really noticed. He and Zachary walked together in the halls, fucked all over the school, and fucked out of school, too. It was a game at first, seeing where they could fuck next, but eventually they stopped caring about the novelty and just focused on the sex. There was more than sex, though. Sometimes they just cuddled together in the back of a classroom, naked and barely paying attention to the teacher’s droning. Once they went to a theater together, where they ended up giving each other head, but otherwise enjoyed the movie. They even had conversations from time to time, who would have thought! They grew on each other. Was that the ritual’s work, or was it them doing it on their own? Andy didn’t know. Zachary didn’t care. They were too busy revolving around each other, twin suns in a binary system, a never-ending spiraling dance.

But there was one aspect of the ritual that Andy did begin to notice.

So now it was two weeks later, and Andy was locking Zachary into a passionate kiss. “Come on, Zach,” he winked, “let’s have some fun in the locker rooms.”

Zachary followed Andy meekly. He had been going more and more passive with each day. Andy didn’t mind. He felt his own assertiveness growing, and it felt natural. As Andy rode Zachary rough and hard, with Zachary panting and moaning beneath him, he knew that this felt right. It had only been two weeks before with him beneath Zachary as Zachary ravished his body, but now it was him ravishing Zachary, though their basic positions were unchanged. Andy remained the bottom… for now, at least. He grinned as he cuddled up to an exhausted Zachary, their cum mixing in between them as they rested after the sex. Tonight he would try for being the top.

It was evening now. Andy was walking Zachary home, where they generally spent each night in Zachary’s bedroom. They were discussing clouds.

“Nuh-uh! If it’s hot, but there’s thunder, and there’s big clouds like that up there,” Zachary pointed to the sky, “then that means there will be a monsoon.”

“You idiot,” Andy ruffled Zachary’s hair affectionately, “monsoons don’t happen just anywhere. You need to be close to the sea. This is tornado territory. Hot air and thunder and those weird hanging clouds means a tornado is brewing.”

“So what happens if the temperature drops?”

“I dunno. No tornado, I think. Just a thunderstorm.”

As they spoke, the clouds drifted in the wind, leaving the night sky clear.

“Look,” Andy pointed, “no moon. It’s a new moon tonight.”

Next to him, Zachary shivered. Andy turned to him, suddenly worried. “What’s wrong?”

“N-n-nothing,” said Zachary. “I-I j-just feel w-weird…”

“Woah! Your hair!” Zachary’s hair tufts were beginning to flatten. “I thought you gelled those things every day!”

“I d-d-do!” protested Zachary, but either way, the tufts were resisting the gel and laying down flat on Zachary’s hair. Without them, he suddenly looked much more innocent. Andy gazed at him hungrily.

“Come here, you,” he murmured, and he pulled Zachary into a kiss. Neither noticed the way two tufts of Andy’s hair were suddenly rising, pulled as if by manic static electricity. They kissed their way into Zachary’s house, their shirts discarded in the living room, shoes on the stairs, pants and boxers by the door.

Andy pinned Zachary to the bed, where he lay mewling and moaning. “Tonight,” whispered Andy, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural light, “I’m going to make you mine all over again.”

“Oh, Andy,” whispered Zachary, and moaned as Andy began licking at one of his nipples. He could feel himself blushing from how loudly he had moaned, and he tried covering his face with a pillow to hide his blush. Andy laughed and tossed away the pillow, pulling Zachary into a deep kiss.

Zachary spread his legs unthinkingly and arched his back. “Please, Andy,” he begged, his cock rock-hard and dripping pre-cum, “please…”

Andy grinned and shook his head. “Nuh-uh, not yet. Gotta prepare you first.” He stroked Zachary’s lips with a finger, and Zachary eagerly parted his lips and sucked the finger in, ravishing it and coating it with saliva. Andy eased it into Zachary, who suddenly gasped.

“It feels… it feels tingly… ah… ah!” Andy raised his eyebrows as Zachary squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. Though now that he thought about it, he could feel a tingling around his finger as well… He pulled his finger out in surprise. “No!” cried Zachary, “put it back in! It felt… oh god, so good! Please, Andy!”

Andy shoved his finger back in, and was surprised not to meet any resistance at all. Experimenting a bit, he stuck two fingers in, then three. Slowly, a grin spread across his face.

“Oh Zachary…” he crooned as he positioned his cock and rubbed it against Zachary’s twitching entrance, “I think your asshole’s become, how did you put it, ‘specially designed for serving my cock’.”

“You’re misquoting me, you — OH GOD more!”

Andy grinned and plunged in. His eyes burned with a strange internal light, and he suddenly felt the impulse to howl. He bit it back and moaned instead. Zachary moaned in agreement, and their two bodies moved as one, thrashing around the bed covers, their harsh gasps and loud groans the only sounds in the darkened room.

As Andy pounded into Zachary and watched him writhing and mewling beneath him, a small part of his mind that always remained distant from the sex was watching and observing, and the main thing it was observing was, So this is what it means to be a moon buddy… Cycle into cycle, full moon behind Zachary, new moon behind Andy…

Andy’s tan melded with Zachary’s white, their senses peaking, nerves tingling. Tomorrow, the moon would begin filling out again, and they both knew without saying it that when it was full again, Zachary would claim Andy just as Andy was claiming Zachary. Right now, with the new moon, Andy had all the power, to break Zachary, to break the contract keeping them together…

Though as Zachary came, screaming in pleasure, a small trickle of drool making its way out of his mouth as his eyes bulged from the intensity of his orgasm, as Andy pumped his seed into the velvet softness that was Zachary, as they snuggled up together and enjoyed the warm afterglow and looked out at the cloudless sky, he really had to wonder: why on earth would he want to?

And that, my friend, is that.

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