Martin spent the better part of the day searching for Billy and Trunk.
They had taken something from him, and he aimed to get it back, no matter the cost.
They had ambushed him this morning, shortly after he and Emily had parted.
Trunk grabbing him for behind, and restraining him.
But, it had been Billy who had stripped off his clothes. An act that Martin suspected Billy had enjoyed a little too much, judging by the bulge in the boy’s pants.
And, it had been Billy who had taken his power, grabbing the necklace off Martin’s neck, and laughing the entire time he had done it
Trunk finished by pushing him in the girl’s locker room.
It had clearly been a setup, because that Leah girl had been waiting by the door, with her phone out.
She probably expected him to stick around, and apologize or to try to explain his side of the story.
But, she had hesitated.
Her eyes lingering at the sight of his cock.
He heard her scream as he turned tail and ran.
He could care less about the girl.
He’d pay her back later…tonight.
But he had to get the power back, first.
If Billy figured out how to harass that power… Martin pushed the thought out of his mind.
He had seen them outside the school, but by the time he caught up with them, they had sped away in Trunk’s car.
He followed, but had enough presence of mind to keep to the back-roads, because the last thing he needed was to be picked up by the police.
Sticking to the back-roads had cost him, however, as he had to constantly double back to avoid being seen.
He efforts had finally been rewarded.
Martin was close, and he could hear the power calling out to him—both pleading to be saved, and mocking him for being so stupid.
He saw them.
They were in a small clearing in the woods.
Trunk sat on a log.
Billy dancing awkwardly to some horrible mishmash of metal and country music.
Both were drinking.
A few feet away, Trunk’s brand new car, idled with the door open.
Inside he saw the power.
“This might easier than I thought,” Martin whispered. He said it out loud, mostly to give himself the courage to act.
The power called out to him again, and this close it roared—the sound burning in the back of his head.
He rushed forward, heedless of broken beer bottles that cut into his bare feet.
His vision narrowed.
His focus signaler.
The necklace, hung suspended from the rear view mirror.
Martin reached out, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of the necklace.
Suddenly, he’s thrown back.
Martin couldn’t see, at least not clearly.
No glasses, he’d lost them somewhere.
But, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who’s behind it.
Grinning wildly, Billy stares down at him. And, as Billy got closer, Martin could see the bulge in the boy’s pants.
Trunk followed close behind. His expression blank and dull, as usual.
But, this is Billy’s show. It’s always Billy’s show.
“You stupid faggot!” Billy screams, as his foot kicks out.
The pain hits him hard, starting in his balls, and then traveling up the length of his long shaft.
The pain soon dulls, but Martin knows he’s left himself wide open for another attack.
Billy cackles, as he kicks out again.
It’s even worst the second time, and his cock swells from the pain.
Martin knows he’s close to passing out, but also knows that passing out is a bad idea.
Amazingly, Billy stops.
But, it’s the calm before the storm, as an evil smirk spreads across Billy’s face.
“Hold him, Trunk,” Billy cries in his shrill voice.
In one quick motion, Trunk steps forward.
I should have run, Martin thinks. If I would’ve run, I could have made it.
But the power holds him. It feels so close that a chill runs up his spine.
Instead, Martin lets his fist fly.
But, the blow has little effect on the big man.
Trunk pushes him back against the car.
Martin hears the clink of metal, and then feels something drops behind him.
Before, he can investigate further, Trunk puts him in a sleeper hold. This close, Trunk smells like shit, and Martin can see that the big man is starting to go bald on top, making him wonder just how old Trunk really is.
Martin eyes droop, and he feels himself starting to slip away.
But when Billy returned with a jagged bottle, Martin’s survival instincts kicked in, reviving him just enough for him to panic.
“Hope you enjoyed fucking your girlfriend with that big dick,” Billy cries, in a high pitched whine. “Because after today is only you’re going to be doing is piss through a tube.”
Billy starts advanced.
Martin fingers reached back, desperately searching inside the driver’s side door.
Martin winced, as he feels a painful jab in his crotch. But, Billy is taking his time, stretching the torture out, and getting off on watching him squirm.
Where is it, Martin mind raced—his search even more desperate than before.
Another sharp jab, and the smell of blood fills the air.
Martin’s fingers lit, and then close around the necklace.
He laughs, just as the sun begins to set.
In one quick motion, Martin breaks free, and then grabs Billy’s wrist. With a snap, he crushes the boy’s wrist, and the bottle with it.
Billy staggered back.
“Kill him!” The boy cried.
Trunk made a grab for Martin again.
But, Martin easily shoved the big boy against the open car door, bending the door off its hinges.
Martin reached out, grabbing Trunk by his thinning hair.
“Get hard, and stay hard,” Martin said. His voice commanding, so commanding it cannot be ignored. He watched, in satisfaction, as Trunk doubled over, clutching his stomach.
Martin now sat on his hunches, while at the same time, gracefully slipped the necklace around his neck.
The cold metal pressed against his bare chest, and with that cold came a rush, as a surge of power flowed through him.
He had been a fool.
As if Billy could ever wield power like this.
Crude, debased Billy lacked the one thing that the power needed: imagination.
“Trunk,” Billy whined pitifully.
Martin lips curled in a cruel smile.
Billy staggered further back, still holding his wrist.
Martin couldn’t help but notice that the boy still had an erection, and it was the only thing keeping him from pissing his pants.
Martin’s long tongue darted out, and then spread across his lips.
Martin dropped to all fours, and gave chase.
Martin caught the boy, and pushed his face into the dirt—blooding Billy’s nose.
“It was just a joke,” Billy screamed.
“Well if it was just a joke,” Martin cried, cheerfully. “Then I suppose you’re free to go.”
Martin releasing his hold, and sat on his hunches again.
Billy staggered to his feet, using his good hand to wipe his bloody nose.
The boy refused to look at Martin, and instead bent down.
Suddenly, Billy rushed forward, holding another broken bottle in his hand.
Amused, Martin held his ground, letting the boy approach.
Billy kept his distance, but held the bottle in front of him as a weapon.
Martin reached out, touching the jagged bottle with a long finger, and uttered a single word, “Female.”
Billy opened his mouth, trying to scream, but no words came out.
The boy fell to his knees.
Billy had always been tall and skinny, but now he visibly shrank. His short, spiky hair, became long and straight. His shape pointed chin, dulled, rounding out his face.
Violently, Billy grabbed at his throat, as his prominent Adam’s apple withered away.
Billy’s hands soon dropped away from his throat, and grabbed his crotch.
He winced in pain, and then fell back.
There was a loud snap, as his bones broke all at the same time, and then reformed causing his hips widening.
The front of the boy’s T-shirt stretched, distorting the features of the cartoon frog on the front, as breasts grew underneath the fabric.
Billy came then. His cum staining the front of his pants.
Billy’s eyes rolled in the back of his head.
He kept cumming, his balls emptying, and shrinking with each burst.
The bulge in his pants dwindled until it finally vanished completely.
A deep resonating groan escaped Billy’s lips.
He, or rather she, now sat up.
Billy blinked several times, as if waking from a dream.
Then Billy looked down at his small, petite hands, and panic set in.
“What did you do to me?” Billy cried, his voice now soft and high pitched.
“Gave you what you wanted,” Martin sneered.
Billy shook his head in disbelief.
For a moment, Martin considered giving Billy a taste of the power at his command.
Billy’s clothes hung lose on his now female body, offering little to no protection.
It would be so easy, Martin thought, So easy to slip my big, hard cock into Billy’s mouth.
Billy had the perfect mouth for sucking cock, his formerly thin lips, were big and puffy.
Billy must have sensed his plan, and quickly pulled his knees up.
“Stay away from me,” Billy cried.
The softness of Billy’s voice, made Martin’s cock throb.
So easy, Martin thought again.
But now, a more perverted thought crept into Martin’s mind.
“Stay here,” he told Billy. It was not a request, but a command.
Martin returned to Trunk’s side.
The big boy had gotten his pants off, and now vigorously stroked himself off.
Martin’s eyes did a double take.
Trunk’s cock looked huge. Not so much in length, but thick and fat like the boy himself.
Mine’s bigger, Martin thought.
His wounded pride quickly passed, and Martin sat on his hunches again.
“Hello Trunk,” Martin said.
Trunk turned his head.
But when he saw Martin, the big boy scooted back, trying to get away.
Trunk shivered, but also sweated like a pig, and the sweat made the boy smell even more like shit.
“Need a hand?” Martin asked, laughing.
Trunk hadn’t stopped stroking himself off, but now his face reddened with shame.
“That’s not going to work, Trunk,” Martin said. “Believe me, I know.”
“Stop making fun of me,” the big boy said, quietly.
Martin was momentarily taken aback. He had never heard Trunk speak before, maybe no one had. And Martin couldn’t help but notice, a slight lisp in the bigger boy’s voice.
“I’m sorry,” Martin said, sincere in his apology.
“No, you’re not,” Trunk answered.
Martin stated to protest, but stopped. Trunk was right. He wasn’t sorry.
“But I am sorry,” Martin said again, a cruel smile curling his lips back. “Sorry, I didn’t do this sooner.”
Martin let that sink in, and the bigger boy spoke no more.
“But, I think I can help,” Martin said now. “You see Billy over there? He… I’m sorry… she looks awfully lonely. Maybe you two should get to know each other better. You know in the Biblical sense.”
Trunk glared at him, and for the first time Martin saw some intelligence behind those dull eyes.
Again, Martin found himself starting to apologize.
But, then he remembered all the times that Trunk and Billy had kicked his ass, and those memory purged his system of any sort of sympathy.
“The only way you are going to get any sort of relief is if you crawl over there and do it,” Martin said, in a very matter of fact tone.
Trunk got on all fours and began to crawl. The big boy was heavy and his progress was painfully slow.
Martin walked back over to Billy.
Billy hadn’t moved, as instructed. But, his expression, or rather her expression, suggested that she wanted too.
“Take off your clothes,” Martin said, leering down at her.
Billy started to sob, but the flesh obeyed, and soon she had stripped herself bare.
Again, Martin’s cock throbbed.
Billy had been an ugly rat faced looking boy, but the girl version of him looked sexy as hell.
Her firm, round breasts rose and fell with every breath, and she breathed hard in fright.
So easy, Martin thought again.
Before Martin’s thoughts could turn even more perverted, Trunk caught up to them.
The big boy grabbed Billy’s feet, pulling her down until she lay flat. He then, spread the girl’s legs open.
Now, Billy fought, pushing and kicking in a desperate attempt to get the big boy off of her.
But it was no use. Trunk had strength on his side, and he demonstrated that strength now, as he pinned Billy to the ground
“Trunk, no, please!” Billy cried.
But, her pleas fell on deaf ears, as the big boy pushed inside of her.
“Take it out!” Billy screamed. “Oh god, please! Take it out!”
Her screams turned to incoherent groans, as Trunk crudely thrust forward.
Martin watched with some amusement, before sinking down to Billy’s level.
“How does that feel, Billy?” Martin asked. He was being a dick, but he loved it, none the less.
“Hurts,” Billy whimpered. “Please, make him stop.”
Trunk became more aggressive now, and Billy’s body skirted back and forth with each thrust.
“I’m afraid, I can’t do that Billy,” Martin said, faking concern. “What about poor Trunk? Don’t you want to help your friend out?”
“Please,” Billy whimpered, her face racked with pain.
Martin rubbed his hands together like a genie, and then put a hand on Billy’s forehead.
“Oh Billy,” Martin said softly, “Don’t you know, sex is a wonderful thing. It is life. It is creation. It is pure bliss, and your pussy can’t get enough.”
The change came almost immediately, although Billy’s expression remained the same.
Martin had to marvel at how much pain and pleasure looked alike.
“Don’t stop!” Billy cried. “Don’t stop!”
Billy’s hips bucked eagerly, matching Trunk’s thrusts.
“Yes!” Billy screamed now. It proved to be the last coherent thing she said. What came out of her mouth after, were sounds that only an animal would make: whimpers, groans, and snarls.
Turning away from the two love bird, Martin picked up the discarded pile of clothes that Billy had left behind.
He and Billy had been roughly the same size.
Martin dressed (throwing away Billy’s cum stained underwear). The shirt and pants fit remarkably well, but it were a loose fit against Martin’s skinny body.
The shoes, however, were a different story. They were too small, and Martin tossed them aside. He felt something in the pants pocket.
Reaching in, he pulled out a phone. Martin recognized it as the one Emily had given him.
In the other pocket, Martin found his glasses.
Could this night get any better?
Of course it could.
The night was young, and there would still be students at the school engaging in some extracurricular activities.
And that, Martin realized, was what he was in the mood for: extracurricular activities.
He started walking, but then stopped.
Why walk, when he could ride…in style!
Billy and Trunk were still going at like a couple of rabbits, pausing only for one or both of them to cum, before starting again.
Martin got into the car, and saw the keys still in the ignition.
He turned the keys, and the engine roared into life, but the driver’s side door wouldn’t stay shut.
Martin gave the door a couple of hard kicks, and soon knocked the door off it’s hinges.
Problem solved, but now a new problem arose.
It had been a long time since he’d driven a car, not since driver’s ed a couple of years back. But, the basics soon came back to him, and Martin shifted into reserve.
The car rolled back a little too quickly and Martin stomped on the break pedal.
Just like a woman, Martin thought. The first time is always awkward, but after that it’s smooth sailing.
Martin backed up, and then turned around when he spotted a small clearing.
He honked the horn, and waved, giving Billy and Trunk one last look.
Billy sat on top, her arms wrapped around Trunk’s neck. She rode him furiously, her boobs bouncing against Trunk’s chest.
Martin had never seen a more beautiful sight.
TO BE CONTINUED...