The Dream Guy

By Killerwhale Zeus

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WARNING:

This story contains material suitable for adults only, including

sexual references, low level violence, nudity and adult themes.

The stories presented here are fictional and are intended as

erotic fun, most of the acts presented are reprehensible and no

normal person would engage in these things in real life. These

stories are harmless revenge fantasies (on fictional and imagined

people) and puerile sex slave stories. Try not to take them

seriously.

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Simon and Jason had been best friends for a decade. However, one

year, Simon decided he was bored and so decided to fuck about with

his best friend's life.

It was Summer, and Simon had planned his scheme to begin that week.

He had convinced Jason, who owned a car, that a road trip to the

Gold Coast was in order. Simon had enrolled himself in a week

long beach volleyball competition as a cover.

Monday morning, they packed the car with all their stuff and got

ready to leave.

"Jason, don't forget to say good-bye to your girlfriend," Simon

said.

"We're only going away for a week," Jason said.

"Yeah, well, it was just in case anything happened to you."

Jason just laughed and got in the car.

"You're a riot, Simon," he said.

It was an eight hour car trip and passed quickly. Jason and Simon

were good friends and enjoyed spending time together. Unbeknownst to

Jason, Simon began his scheme several hours into the trip. The first

part of his plan was to undermine Jason's self confidence.

"Yep, it'll be good to get the coast, grab some sun," Simon said.

"Yes," Jason said.

"And you really need some, man," Simon said.

"What do you mean?" Jason asked.

"It's just I've noticed over the last year you've grown a bit pale

and placid, like a plant that doesn't get much sun."

Jason looked down at his arms. He was a bit pale, from too much time

working in the office.

"Pale yes, but placid?" He asked.

"Maybe placid was the wrong word," Simon said. "I should have said

`flaccid', you know, like a limp piece of spaghetti."

Jason was not sure what his friend was trying to say. "What do you

mean? I'm not flaccid, sure, I'm not in the best shape I've ever..."

Simon cut him off. "I guess some time at the beach won't help anyway."

"What does that mean?" Jason asked.

"Face it, Jason, you've always been a little on the short side, your

arms and legs have always been a bit thin and your stomach has always

been a bit flabby. It's just genetics or something, don't worry."

Jason did not know what to say, he had always been a bit sensitive

about his slender build, even though his girlfriends had always said

they liked his lithe frame. "Whatever, Simon. Whatever."

The rest of the trip went like that, Simon taking digs at Jason's

manhood and popularity, but then pulling back so that Jason would not

get upset.

They arrived at the Gold Coast and checked into their hotel, the

Palm Tree Hotel. Simon had made sure to book two separate rooms, rather

than saving money and sharing one. He wanted Jason to have a bit of

privacy. He left Jason unpacking their stuff and went and signed

the register for the Volleyball team. On the way back to the hotel,

he bought several bottles of Baileys, Jason's favourite alcohol.

"I'm back," Simon said. "Let's go out and party!" He knew that Jason

would be tired after the drive and not in the mood.

"Actually, I think I must just get some sleep," Jason said, right on

cue.

"Never fear, I thought you might be like that, so I brought back some

supplies." He opened the bottle and poured two glasses.

Jason looked at the bottles and Simon's grinning face and sighed,

"Maybe tomorrow, you know how impulsive and open to suggestion

I get when I'm tired and drunk."

"You'll do fine," Simon said, handing Jason a drink. "Besides, we're

on holiday. Don't tell me you're just a big pussy."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's the start of Summer, we're on holiday,

in a tropical paradise." Jason said, taking the glass.

"And guess who paid for the porn channel when we signed in?" Simon

said, bouncing over to the television and flopping on the couch.

All of a sudden Jason felt a lot less tired. "All right, let's make a

night of it. I guess I do need to loosen up a bit."

-=-=-=-

Several hours later, Jason and Simon were both very drunk. Simon

was by far the better at coping with copious amounts of alcohol,

and he had incorporated that into his fiendish plan.

"So, Jason, do you remember what we were talking about before?"

Jason tore his eyes away from the sexy women on the screen. "Uh,

no."

"You know, in the car, when you were upset about being small and

weak."

Jason looked at Simon, struggling to remember. "That's right, you

said that."

"Is it true though?" Simon asked.

"Yeah, well, I guess any guy wants a few muscles, to impress the

ladies."

"True, true," Simon said.

There was a pause and then Simon pulled a small vial out of his

pocket. Inside was some sort of purple fluid.

"As well as the volleyball, there was another reason I dragged you

up here, but I couldn't tell you because it was a surprise."

"What?"

"See this vial, it contains a magic potion. I bought it for you."

"What does it do?" Jason asked.

Simon paused and stared deep into the contents in the vial. He

hoped he looked mysterious. "It's a change spell. It allows a single

person to imagine a better future for themselves."

Jason looked at the vial too. "How does it do that?"

Simon looked from the vial to Jason.

"Well, you drink it, and then you imagine the type of person you

want to be, and then after five days, you become the guy you

imagined, right down to the feelings and attitudes."

"Wow, that's pretty good," Jason said.

"Yeah, I thought maybe you could drink it, imagine yourself as

a cool jock, with a promotion and a big house, and surrounded by

hot, horny girls and then you'd get it and be happy."

"Why me?" Jason asked.

"Because, well, you're my best friend, Jason. I would do anything

for you," Simon said.

"I meant, why me, and not you? Why don't you drink it?" Jason asked.

"What? Oh, uh, I'm happy with who I am." Simon said. He held out the

vial. "Go on Jason, drink it."

Jason took the vial. It looked disgusting, but the alcohol had made

him impulsive. He closed his eyes and downed the whole thing in

one go. He put the empty vial down.

"Well?" Simon asked.

"Well what?" Jason said.

"What did it taste like?"

"Uh, salty, not bad, a bit chewy."

Simon smiled.

"Well?" Jason asked.

"Well what?" Simon said.

"What's supposed to happen?" Jason asked.

"Nothing yet. You've got five days. But for those five days you

have to concentrate really hard on what type of guy you want to

become. The spell will try and help you by suggesting looks and

feelings, but you have to do most of the work yourself."

"How do I concentrate on what I want?"

Simon knew this was the important part. "All right, Jason, close

your eyes and try to clear your mind."

Jason closed his eyes.

"Now, the way I'd try and do it is like this. In your mind, try

and picture the coolest, sexiest guy you can. Then the spell might

know what you want."

Jason opened his eyes. "I don't know, picturing a guy is a bit

strange."

"Yeah, but this guy will be you, so it's OK. Now try it."

Jason closed his eyes and tried to remember what Brad Pitt looked

like. He could sort of see something fuzzy, but it looked more

like Homer Simpson that Brad Pitt. He thought really hard and

the image slowly resolved into a guy that looked a bit like a

cross between Jason and Brad Pitt. He was wearing a good suit

and had a nice haircut. Jason supposed the spell was nudging him

in the right direction.

"How's it going?" Simon asked.

Jason opened his eyes. "It was strange. I could sort of see an

OK looking guy that looked sort of like me."

"Would you be happy to be that man?" Simon asked.

"Uh, yeah, I guess." Jason replied. It was a weird conversation.

"You'll have to work harder in the next five days. You only get

one go at this, so the better and greater you make this dream

guy, the better off you'll be."

Jason suddenly felt tired again. "Look, I'm bushed, I'm off to

bed. I'll see you in the morning."

"Sure," Simon said, watching Jason go. "Have a good night's

sleep. Think about what I said."

In bed, Jason tried to imagine who he wanted to be, but after

about five or ten minutes of painful concentration, and only

just getting slightly past the fuzzy man stage, he went to sleep.

-=-=-=-

The following morning, the two men went down to the beach for

Simon's first volleyball match. There were 10 teams competing

that week and Simon had two matches a day.

"OK, Jason, I know this is going to be tough for you, what

with the spell and everything, but I want you to know that

I'm here to help. I've got you front seats at all my games

so that you can look at all the guys."

"What???" Jason exclaimed.

"So you can get ideas. Because its beach volleyball, there are

heaps of athletic men, and they are only wearing shorts.

And since we're on the beach, there are a lot of other guys

swimming and jogging about that are only wearing speedos.

You can look at them and see what `features' you want for

your dream guy. You can't stay in your hotel room all week,

you have to get out and scope out some handsome hunks."

"You're making me sound like some sort of fag," Jason said,

not wanting to admit that it was actually a good idea. He

had no idea what guys looked like in dream detail.

"You just sit back here and let the spell do all the work.

Trust me, in four days you'll be a new man," Simon said,

jogging towards his teammates.

Jason sat down and watched him go. He had to admit that

the men from both teams were handsome. They all had tan

and fit bodies. Definitely jocks.

There were two women sitting next to him, giggling and

pointing. Jason leaned over and pretending not to listen.

"Do you see the one in the red shorts?" The first woman

said.

"Yeah, yeah, wow, you're right, his legs are fantastic."

Jason looked over at the field, trying to spot this magical

legs. He found the guy and stared. They looked like any other

pair of legs to him, hairy and well, legs. What did those

women see in them that made them "fantastic"? He wondered.

The guy ran past where Jason was sitting, affording Jason

a close view. Actually, there was something ... something about

the way the calf curved at the back ... it looked ... tight.

In his mind he tried to picture his desired form. The Brad Pitt

composite appeared, wearing a suit. Concentrating hard, Jason

replaced the bottom half with the legs from the guy in red

shorts. He was rewarded when the image changed. The top half

was still Pittish, in a suit, but the bottom half were the

tanned legs, wearing red shorts. The mismatch between a suited

top half and a beach-goer bottom-half, looked quite comical.

"Not even magic can improve my dress sense," Jason said to

himself, giggling. But he did have to admit that his new legs

really did look good.

Over the next hour, he paid close attention to the bodies of

the guys playing volleyball in front of them. Rejecting and

altering the arts of the bodies he decided he liked. As time

went by he was finding it easier and easier to conjure up the

image of his dream guy.

At first he was uncomfortable, but after about twenty minutes

he found it quite easy. At one point, one of the girls said, "That

player with black shorts has the hottest chest."

Without even thinking, Jason scoffed loudly enough for the

girls to hear. "The guy with the green shorts with the red

stripe has a much better chest." He said.

The girls looked at him in surprise, they then peered out onto

the field, "Hmm, maybe," said the first girl.

"I mean, um, so my girlfriend said after she watched them

during practise," Jason said, just realising what he had done. He

went back to watching the game.

In the second half, Simon glanced across to where Jason was

sitting and noted with satisfaction that his poor friend was

totally mesmerised by the action on the field. What was more,

Jason had not realised that in his shorts, he was sporting a soft

erection. Simon forced his mind back onto the match.

It was true, Jason was totally focused on his task. In his mind

he could see his new hunk. He was almost totally naked, he

might have been wearing shorts or not, because Jason hadn't

 really thought about that part yet, but the rest of the man was

almost defined. He was taller than Jason, and with a lot

bigger build. He had athletic muscles, like a guy who

worked out thrice a week and played a lot of sport. He had

a broad neck and a square jaw. Jason had permeated through

all sorts of hair colours and had decided on black and curly. His

dream guy had a tight bubble butt, perfectly shaped and

with a very light covering of hair. The body had hair on

the chest, arms, legs and stomach, but not too much, and

none on the back. The pecs were small and defined, and

the nipples were small and pointy. Jason was not sure how

he was able to make judgement calls on whether a man's nipples

were sexy or not, but somehow, it had gotten easier as the

day went on. The guy's legs had not changed much from the

original volleyball players, in fact, Jason now found them

even sexier than before.

"Jason!" Simon said.

Jason was jolted out of his daydream. He had not even

noticed that the match was over. He also did not notice

that he was sporting a erection that was tenting his shorts.

However, Simon had noticed.

"Remember, you have to imagine that this dream guy of yours

is the sexiest thing in the world, you have to really be

really happy with him," Simon said.

Jason thought about the way he had been obsessing about

his dream guy's body and blushed guiltily. "Yeah, I know."

"Come on, let's get a drink. I've got another match

this afternoon, and then we can get drunk again tonight."

-=-=-=-

It was night, and they were drunk again.

"OK, Jason, I have to level with you. There's much more to the

spell than just imaging the perfect body."

"What?" Jason asked.

"The spell can also change the way other people react to you,"

Simon said, choosing his words carefully.

"I don't understand," Jason said.

"Do you want people to lust after you?"

"Yeah!"

"Then you have to imagine the intensity other people will feel for

you."

"I don't understand," Jason said.

"Look, picture your dream guy. I know it's hard, but you have to

imagine him as you want other people to see him. OK?"

Jason closed his eyes and tried to picture the type of guy he wanted

to be. Almost instantly, he could see the solid jock. "It was getting

easier and easier to conjure him," Jason thought. "Luckily, because I

really want this to work." In fact, the image was more vivid than he

had ever seen. He could see the bulges along the guy's arms, fed by

thick veins. The face had a square jaw that was covered with a healthy

covering of stubble, sexy and dangerous. He had a thin trail of soft black

hair running from his naval to his ... well, some areas Jason was still

having trouble picturing. The jock's taut stomach had the faintest

outlines of a six pack. Jason nodded. This was a sexy guy ... and ...

 uh ... he added quickly, that's OK because that's the guy I want to be.

"Can you picture him yet?" Simon asked.

Jason was so immersed in staring at his handsome jock that he had

forgotten that Simon was standing there. He felt uncomfortable warm,

like he was a bit turned-on.

"Yeah, I can see him."

"Is he handsome?" Simon asked, smirking.

Jason sighed, "Yeah, he's gorgeous."

Simon's smirk grew bigger.

"Now, the important thing over the next two days is to try and

imagine what you think other people should feel and do for this

guy, who you will soon be."

"I don't understand."

"OK, look, just pretend that you're this jock, and you walk into

a bar, and there's a beautiful woman there. What would be your

ideal behaviour for her?"

"Well, uh, I guess..."

"Come on, don't be shy, this is a once in a life time opportunity.

Be honest now and reap the rewards later on."

"OK, I guess, I guess she'd get really horny at the sight of me."

"Of what part of you?"

"Uh, I guess, since she's a girl and I'm a guy, she'd get horny at

the sight of my muscles and my tight butt and muscular thighs. I

guess I'd want her to be desperate for me to pay attention to her

and to let her give me a blow job."

"OK, good, so for the spell to work, you have to let it know what

type of feelings and actions she should do."

"How do I do that?"

"Well, you said you want her to give you a blow job, so just try,

and I know this will be hard, just try and imagine the lust and

desire she would be have for you and your, ahem, cock."

Jason opened his eyes in shock. "What??? You want me to

imagine I'm giving myself a blow job???"

"No, no, no ... well, yes," Simon said. "But you make it sound so

wrong. I'm not asking you to pretend you're gay or anything, but if

you want women to throw themselves at you because of this spell,

you need to let the spell know what the women should feel. Look,

don't try and do it now, wait until tonight when you're in the

privacy of your own room, and then just try it a little. Just try

and project the feelings a beautiful woman should have when you

enter the room. Think of it as a few days pain for a lifetime's

gain."

"I don't know. I'm not a big fan of all this queer stuff."

"It's not queer. It's magic. And it's for the women. Of course, if

you also wanted to imagine how guys should react to you, that'd be

good too."

"What do you mean?" Jason asked.

"The spell just doesn't work on you and women, it works on everyone

you want it to work on. Tonight, imagine that women want to give you

blow jobs and that men want you to be their friends. You can be

popular with the lads and the girls, but in different ways. The spell will

focus on your intense feelings and make them come true."

Jason had not considered that he could also improve his standing with

his male friends.

"I'll think about it."

"Don't think too hard or too long, we've only got another two days

before the spell ends," Simon said. He looked at his watch. "Ah, shit,

I'm late. The beach volleyball semi-finals are on in five minutes."

Simon grabbed Jason on the shoulder and locked eyes with him.

Absentmindedly Jason noted that Simon's eyes were piercing green.

"Remember, you only get out of this spell what you put in. I know it's

hard, but don't be a loser all your life," with that, Simon left.

Jason found he had been holding his breath and with an explosive sigh,

sat down on the edge of his hotel bed.

-=-=-=-

That night, Jason was lying in bed, trying to get to sleep. But the

exciting possibilities of the spell kept coming back to haunt him.

I could be the most popular guy in the world, he thought to himself.

The thought of making women weak at the knees and making popular

guys beg to be his friends was a concept too great for him to ignore

and so he came to a decision. "Simon was right, this is a once in

a life time chance. I'm not going to blow it."

Jason closed his eyes and conjured up his dream guy. The jock appeared,

naked and buff, standing in his mind's eye. Without Jason meaning to,

the jock moved, bending his right arm so that the muscle flexed

impressively. He was so strong, so proud, so sexy. Jason felt his

member stiffen slightly. This could be me! He exalted silently to himself.

The jock in his vision nodded and smiled, showing a perfect set of

teeth.

"Now, what did Simon say?" Jason asked himself softly. Picture what

I want women to do and feel.

Jason looked at his dream guy and tried to imagine himself there.

Suddenly, Jason was in his own dream, looking across a white void to

his hot jock. Cautiously, he walked over to him. The jock stood there

with his arms folded, looking into the distance. Jason stood right

beside him, his own height barely up to the guy's shoulders. Up close

the man was sensational. The light reflected off his tight body,

showing curves and muscles Jason never knew existed.

"You're so hot," Jason whispered, despite himself. In his dream he

reached out and lightly touched the man's bulging bicep. In his

hotel room, his hand reached out and lightly touched his own erection.

"I want you," he said. The jock looked down at Jason, gave a little

frown and then looked away again.

Jason felt his cheeks burn with lust and humiliation. "Keep it together,"

he said to himself, "I want women to feel lust, I want them to need

to be with me." So he willed himself to feel longing for this man. It

wasn't hard. He was surprised at how quickly he felt like he needed the

approval of this man.

"Please, uh, please let me touch you," he said in his dream, trying to

picture what he would love a girl to say to him.

The jock said nothing, but Jason could tell he was still disapproving

and not very interested in Jason.

"Come on, please, I really need you," He said. He was startled at how

whining and desperate his voice sounded, almost as if he was really

beginning to need this guy. Good, he thought to himself, this is what

I want women to feel. He could feel a lump forming in his stomach, a

painful lump of longing and desire.

"Please, let me touch you, I can make us both feel really good," he

said. He reached out again and stroked the jock's arm.

"Let me suck you off," he said, taking it a lot further than he had

thought he'd go this evening. The jock looked at him, as if to say,

well, I won't stop you, but I'm not impressed so far. Jason felt

burning shame. He sank to his knees and for the first time, was able

to imagine what sort of cock his dream guy had. It was long and thick,

protruding straight out and up from a thick bush of black hair.

I want it, I want it, he chanted silently to himself, despite some

lingering disgust. It's only a dream, it's for the women, he said

to himself. I want it, I want it. I need to suck your cock.

He opened his mouth and lowered it gently over the huge prick. He

could barely wrap his lips around it. It was warm and not soft, but

not like granite. "Come on," Jason thought to himself, nervous and

embarrassed, "enjoy this. Pretend I'm a whore, make myself need

this and desire this." He started to run his tongue along the head of

the cock that was resting inside his mouth. His exhortations were

working, because he felt himself feeling a little quiver of excitement

in his own groin.

"Oh yeah, that's right, let me suck your big fat cock," he thought to

himself as he began to slide his mouth up and down the shaft. In

response to his desires, the cock of his dream-guy had increased in

girth and length. For some reason, that just turned Jason on even

more and he found it easier and easier for him to feel like he was a

slut who needed cock.

He had always had a fantasy that his sexual prowess would drive

women crazy with desire that they would perform any sex act for

him. So, while he was enjoying sucking on the guy's dick, he

decided that he would channel some of that erotic feeling to other

things he wanted women to feel. "I really want women to seek

out anal action with my future self," he said to himself. He thought

about impaling his ass hole on the guy's dick, but balked. He did

not realise it, but it was not out of disgust, it was because he was

having too much fun and was too addicted to sucking big, fat cock.

Instead, he decided to associate the pleasure of sex with anal

intercourse by inserting a finger in his hole. He had never thought

about it before, but now it seemed quite easy. Jason was pumping

the jock's dick in and out and in and out of his mouth as fast as he

could. He reached behind and edged his finger towards his hole.

"I need this, I desire this," he chanted to himself. He felt his backside

heat up and suddenly his hole began to twitch hungrily. Jason was

stunned by the intensity of the feeling he had ... a feeling of

emptiness. Without waiting, he rammed his finger in his hole and

began to rub and pump it in and out. The pleasure was incredible!

His attempt to show the spell how he wanted women to act to

his dream guy was being successful beyond his dreams, if women

felt as good as he did right now, with both major holes being plugged,

he would be a lucky man.

A new desire overtook him, he suddenly began to get anxious. He

really wanted to see his dream-guy blow his load. Jason's mouth

was beginning to go dry and he felt desperate to feel that hot

load of jism splash against the back of his throat. He redoubled his

efforts to get his bloke to cum. The pleasure was getting so intense

that he could not stifle his own moans. "Come on, I want to see

you cum," he begged. He felt the dream-guy tense up and felt

a soaring hope that he was about to receive mouthful after

mouthful of precious white fluid.

There was a banging at the door and Jason was startled awake.

"Open up Jason, it's me," Simon said.

"Wha ... What???" Jason asked groggily, he looked down at his hands.

They were wrapped firmly around his rock hard cock, they had been

pumping away for all they were worth. "Shit!" He said, but it was too

late, he was too far gone. A wave of pleasure hit him and he began to

spurt jism everywhere. It was phenomenal. He had never cum so much.

Wave after wave erupted from his spasming cock. "Ah, fuck," He moaned

in ecstasy.

Abruptly it was over, and Jason felt an intense feeling of relief flood

through him. Another knock at the door shock him awake.

"Shit!" He said again, quickly wiping himself with the doona. He grabbed

some pants and put them on. He had a brief flash of his dream guy,

standing over him, smiling. It faded, but for the briefest second, Jason

felt a total emptiness inhabit his body, and he suddenly wished for that

hot cock to be up his ass at that moment. Then the feeling was gone.

He stumbled over to the door and pulled it open.

"You took your time? What were doing? I thought I heard moaning?"

Simon asked, smiling.

"What do you want ass-hole? It's past midnight."

Simon laughed. "Grab a shirt, I have a surprise for you."

Jason grabbed a shirt and allowed Simon to drag him out.

-=-=-=-

It was a balmy evening and even though it was late, people were out

enjoying the weather.

Simon led Jason down some back streets and down into a basement

bar.

It looked like a seedy joint to Jason and once inside his suspicions

were confirmed.

"This place is a dump," he said.

"The liquor is cheap and so are the people who work here."

Simon ordered them two drinks and led Jason to a table near the

stage. The place was fairly well crowded for that time of the

night, mostly with women and some men. It was hard to see in the

dim light.

"I brought you here to get some more ideas," Simon said in a

whisper.

"What do you mean?" Jason asked.

Loud music started to pour out of the terrible speaker system, and

the women started cheering. A fireman walked out on the stage.

"Fire???" Jason hissed in alarm, looking around.

"Relax, it's part of the act," Simon said, laughing.

It was then that Jason realised that this was a strip joint.

A male strip joint. The fireman up on the stage was not a real

fireman, although, as Jason soon saw, he did have a large

hose.

"What the fuck???" Jason asked, disgusted to be watching a

buff jock strip and dance in a sexy way, yet, he found himself

unable to look away.

Simon watched Jason's obvious desire with delight.

"Look at those women, Jason. See how they lust after him? Can

you feel that level of emotion? Feel it, use it," whispered

Simon. "If you feel it, in a few days, it will become real."

Jason nodded. He could do more than make women like him, he

could make them sluts, he could make them his personal

sex slaves. He conjured up the man in his dreams, and stared

at him. "We want you," Jason thought. "I want you, I want

you more than life itself. I need your cock. I need to suck

you. Once, twice, three times a day, whenever you want. I

am addicted to your cock," In the dim distance, he could

hear the women in the strip bar begging the stripper to come

closer, that passion and desire fed his own and he was

overwhelmed by desire, desire for his dream guy.

The music ended and Jason came back to the real world.

"How did it go, mate?" Simon asked.

"Yeah, good, really intense. Those women are going to be

throwing themselves at me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, remember how we read that playboy article about

the slave-women-addict-to-cock and we agreed it was a hot

fantasy?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Simon said, remembering that.

"Well, I want to live the dream," Jason said, grinning.

"Good for you," Simon said. "Want to start with any of these

women?"

Jason looked around room, staring at the dozen or so women

hanging around partying.

"Nah, none of them do a thing for me." He said.

"Yeah, unattractive bunch," Simon agreed.

Off the side of the stage, Jason spied the fireman stripper,

getting dressed. He was leaning over and Jason could just

see the curve of the man's hairless ass. Jason was amazed at

how good it looked. "Perhaps I should update my dream?" He

thought to himself, idly. It really was a sensational ass. His own

hand edged its way down to his pants. He had developed an

itch in his hole. As he watched the fireman's butt sway, his

finger found its way into his undies and up his hole without him

realising it.

"What about her?" Simon asked, pointing at a woman by the bar.

"Yeah, she's all right," Jason said, not taking his eye's off

the fireman's behind. The man pulled up his pants and the

view was gone. Jason was disappointed, he withdrew his

own finger, and took a drink from his drink, not realising at

all what he had done ... he had started pleasuring himself

anally at the sight of another guy's creamy white ass.

-=-=-=-

Simon's team had made it into the grand final. Jason had

front rows ticket again, but he did not even noticed

when the match started. He was totally wrapped up in his

daydream.

Over the last few days he had built up and refined what

he wanted and what fantasies he wanted to project. He

wanted people to be totally in love with him. Total sluts,

and totally subservient to his every whim. His daydreams

consisted of him willing lust, addiction and subservience

on the people around him. It was entrancing. He was

alarmed that the spell made him share in the feelings,

but every hour the shame and awkwardness of it faded,

leaving him in heaven with his dream guy. His sexy,

gorgeous, strong, dominating dream guy.

Simon's team lost, but they all got trophies anyway.

-=-=-=-

It was their final night on the Gold Coast and the duo had

decided to stay in their hotel room and watch a football

match on the television. It was late in the evening and

several empty bottles littered the floor.

Simon said to Jason, "Guess what? It's been five days!"

Jason looked around. "That's it? Five days is up?"

"Yep, the spell is complete." Simon said, smiling.

Jason looked down at his body. It was still the same slender

frame it had always been. "Uh, where's my superbody?" He asked.

Simon shrugged. "I dunno. Are you sure you did the spell

right?"

"What do you mean??? I did everything you told me to do!" Jason

said.

"Did you picture yourself as a dream guy?" Simon asked.

"You told me to picture my dream guy, a guy that I wanted to be."

"Hmm. And did you picture people feeling lust for you?" Simon

asked.

Jason felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. "No, you

told me to picture the lust I wanted people to feel for my

dream guy, you know, addicted to blow jobs and everything..."

"I see, so when I gave you a spell that turns a person into

whatever they think about, you decided to think about being

addicted to giving blow jobs to gorgeous guys?" Simon asked,

his grin growing wider.

"What???" Jason. He stopped. "Oh, I see, this has all been

a large elaborate practical joke. There was no spell. That

explains why I haven't changed. Very funny Simon, you really

had me believing that I could change into a jock."

"Oh, the spell was real," Simon said.

"Shut up," Jason said. "I'm not playing your games anymore. Now

let's just finish watching the game."

"Sure, whatever you want," Simon said.

They sat in silence. Jason was puzzled and a bit alarmed. He

was mad at himself for secretly wishing he could change who

he was. He was mad at Simon for fooling him. But he was also

confused. It had felt like magic. He probed himself mentally,

trying to feel if he had changed. As far as he could tell, he

had not.

Simon, sitting at the other end of the couch, pulled his t-shirt

up a few inches, exposing his flat belly. He lightly began to

stroke his skin with the tops of his fingers. He pretended he

was doing it absent-mindedly, relaxing while watching the

television. In reality, he was watching Jason like a hawk.

Jason decided to forget about Simon's stupid joke and focus

on the game. He glanced over at Simon and saw that his friend

was watching the game. He also saw Simon's hand rubbing his

own body.

"What a jerk," he thought to himself, turning back to the game.

But Jason had trouble concentrating on the play, for some strange

reason he could not get the image of Simon's skin out of his

head. He glanced back over at his friend, who was still lightly

stroking his abs. "Actually, he has a pretty good stomach,"

Jason thought to himself, "nice and flat. He really keeps in

good shape." He felt his mouth go dry and he licked his lips.

"Woah! What the fuck am I thinking???" Jason forced his head

to stare at the screen. But all he could think about was how

hot Simon was. He noticed that his cock was rapidly getting

hard.

"Uh, actually, uh, I think I want to get some fresh air. I'm

going for a walk," Jason said, jumping up and basically

running out of the room.

Simon watched him go and once he was out of the room, burst

out laughing.

-=-=-=-

Jason walked along the beach, trying to make sense of his

feelings. He watched a cute guy walk by and almost walked

into a street pole.

"Get a grip, Jason," he chided himself. He felt hot, horny

and flushed. "It must be the flu." As soon as he said that,

he felt better. "Damn typical, you go away on holiday and

get sick."

He dropped into the local medical clinic and saw a doctor.

"Doctor, you've got to help me, I've been feeling sick for

the last few days, I think it's the flu."

The doctor nodded, "Open your mouth and say 'ahhh'."

Jason did so. The doctor frowned. "Hmm, Jason, I'd like to

perform another test. It requires a blood sample."

They did the test and a few minutes later had the results.

"Jason, It's just as I suspected," he said.

"What?" Jason asked, alarmed.

"It's not the flu. It's that damn Personality Spell that's

been going around. I see several cases a month."

Jason was dumbfounded.

"Tell me, have you recently been courting the black arts?"

Jason nodded meekly, "It was my friend, he said I could

become anything I wanted."

The doctor nodded sadly, "It's always the friends. Young

people are just so susceptible to peer pressure. This is

the worst case I've ever seen."

"Tell me doctor, what's it done to me?" Jason asked.

"Oh, that's simple, I just ask you a question about your

personality and the spell reveals itself. Ready?"

Jason nodded.

"OK, Jason, please describe yourself to me?"

Jason opened his mouth, "Well, I'm 29 and work for a law

firm and ... " suddenly something else seized control of

his mouth ... "I am addicted to sucking cock. I need to

suck cock three times a day. Any man will do. I love men.

I get turned on by the sight of men. They are so sexy. I

would do anything to please a man. I love sexy,

muscley men. I don't like women, they gross me out. I am

a total bottom, I love having a hot cock up my ass. I live

only to serve men."

With a gasp, Jason managed to shut his mouth.

"I see," said the doctor, making a note. "Anything else?"

"I am addicted to sucking cock. I need to suck cock three

times a day. Any man will do. I love men. I get turned on

by the sight of men. They are so sexy. I would do anything

to please a man. I love sexy, muscley men. I don't like

women, they gross me out. I am a total bottom, I love

having a hot cock up my ass. I live only to serve men."

"Clearly not," the doctor said, finishing his notes.

"You've got to help me, I can't go home like this! What

will my girlfriend say? What will my sexy next door

neighbour say? He'll probably never talk to me again."

"Treatment is difficult," said the doctor.

"Please, I'll do anything." Jason said. He stood up

and pressed himself up against the doctor, wanting

to impart how serious he was. "Anything."

"Well, yes ..." said the doctor, "I'm afraid I can't

help you here. But, here is a card, I sometimes

refer patients to this address."

"Thanks doctor," Jason said, taking the card and

getting ready to go. "I guess I kind of deserved

this, after all, I've only become what I wanted other

people to become."

"Don't try to moralise it," the doctor said, shutting

his notebook. "This isn't one of those stories."

-=-=-=-

Jason looked up from the card to the building in

front of him. The address was correct, but it did

not really look like a medical centre. Still, he

walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell.

The naked fireman answered the door.

"You!" Jason exclaimed.

"Do I know you?" the man asked, "Oh wait, the cute

guy from the club a few nights ago. You couldn't

stop staring at my butt."

"Well, it is sensational ... wait, did you say

cute?" Jason asked. His treatment completely

forgotten.

"Want to fuck?" The fireman asked, grabbing Jason

by the hand and pulling him into the house.

"Do I ever!!!" Jason said.

The End.

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