A Little Bit of Mischief

Lacy was dating three different men, and she wasn’t subtle. Some nights she’d line them up, one date after another. Dinner with Luke, drinks with Marco, and dancing with Blake. She called it multi-tasking.

All three of the guys claimed they were cool with it. They crossed paths routinely. They’d even swapped numbers. But every time Blake saw Luke or Marco take her away, jealousy surged inside of him.

Lacy was hot and all, but Blake wasn’t sure she was worth sharing. He suspected Luke and Marco felt the same way. At the end of the day, one of them would win.

As far as Blake was concerned, the sooner Luke and Marco were out of the picture, the better.

They were good bros. But he wanted them to give up on Lacy.

Late one night, after dropping Lacy off with Marco, Blake found himself going down an internet rabbit hole. He was googling for how to eliminate the competition. Most of the webpages were useless – they just wanted him to workout more or be more thoughtful or be direct about his feelings.

Bullshit, right?

Blake wasn’t looking to change himself. Sure, he had a little beer gut, and yeah maybe his dates could have been more creative... but that all sounded like a lot of work.

Finally he stumbled across a website that piqued his interest. It said he didn’t have to change anything about himself. Instead... he could change Marco and Luke.

For $29.95, he could order a magic potion that would turn any guy into a gay himbo. That was some sort of gay sex addict – dumb and muscular and slutty. Blake felt a twinge of guilt... turning Luke and Marco into queers was probably overboard. But if it worked...

Blake would get Lacy for himself.

And the other two guys would be so busy getting laid they’d never care. It wasn’t like it was a bad deal for them – sure, they’d be gay, but they’d also be irresistibly hot. That seemed like a fair trade. Especially when Blake didn’t have to make the trade himself.

He ordered two doses.

Lacy was at a bachelorette party on Friday, which meant Luke and Marco would both be available for a beer. Blake texted them and set it up.

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Blake got to the bar a few minutes early and ordered three beers. Making sure to be discreet, he pulled two glass vials from his pocket and emptied their contents into the beer. The powder turned the beers a bright pink colour before they faded back to normal.

He carefully took the untouched beer and placed it in front of him. A couple of sips later and Luke showed up.

“Hey bro,” Luke said, sliding into the seat across the table. “Hey, thanks. I’ve got the next round.”

“Sure thing,” Blake agreed. He watched as Luke took the first sip, worried that Luke would notice an unusual taste. Nothing seemed to register – Luke sighed deeply and grinned.

“Thanks man, I needed a night out. No chicks, you know? Lacy can be so high maintenance.”

“Yeah,” Blake said, forcing a grin. “I know, right?”

Marco showed up a few minutes later and started sipping his beer too. Again, he didn’t seem to notice that Blake had tampered with it.

They were about halfway down the pint when Blake finally cut the bullshit.

“Guys... look, I don’t have a problem with you personally or anything... I just...”

“Here we go,” Marco grinned. “Dude, Lacy’s not serious with any of us. I’m dating like four girls right now. Stop acting like she’s your soulmate.”

“Yeah, bro... we’re all young, just relax and have fun,” Luke shrugged. “It’s not exclusive.”

“Yeah, I just...”

“Besides bro,” Marco interrupted. “She’s way more into me than you. Lacy just wants you to take her out for fancy meals, right? Who cares, I just want the sex.”

Marco was down to the last quarter of his glass. Blake couldn’t resist anymore.

“I don’t think you’re gonna want her much longer,” he said, giving a coy grin.

“Oh yeah? What, don’t tell me... she’s dating yet another guy?”

“Nah...” Blake chuckled. “See boys, I spiked your drinks. Dosed you with a magic potion. By this time tomorrow you’re going to be a couple of ‘himbos’.”

“Huh?”

“Vapid gay sluts,” Blake grinned. “You’re only gonna be interested in men. And Lacy... well, she’ll be mine.”

Marco and Luke stared at him like he’d gone insane. Blake didn’t care – he drained his beer and stood up.

“Don’t worry boys,” he said confidently. “I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Blake turned and walked out of the bar. Luke and Marco sat silently for a long minute.

“So... that was batshit,” Luke said, looking down at his beer. “He’s finally lost it, right?”

“Yeah,” Marco nodded. “Magic potion? Dude, there’s no such thing. And even if there was, it’s bros before hoes, right? He wouldn’t dose us.”

Luke swirled the beer in his glass around.

“Maybe we should order fresh beers though...” he said. “In case... maybe he put drugs in here or something.”

“Hell with that,” Marco laughed. “There’s no such thing as a magic gay potion bro. Gay dudes pick up so easy, there’d be no straight dudes left.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, Blake’s just fucking with us,” Marco shrugged. To prove his point he downed the rest of his pint in one swift swallow.

“Yeah...” Luke said, sounding unconvinced. He felt silly even entertaining the idea. And with Marco being all confident... he felt the pressure. “Bottoms up,” he said, drinking the remainder of his pint too.

“Wanna grab another one?” Marco asked, glancing around for a waitress.

“Nah, I gotta go,” Luke sighed. “I’m taking Lacy on a hike in the morning.”

“Whipped,” Marco said, giving his eyes a roll.

“Whatever gets me pussy,” Luke grinned. He tossed a twenty on the table and walked out the door.

Marco moved over to the barstool and ordered another pint. He sat silently, staring at the collection of bottles. A few minutes later some guy sat down next to him.

“Hey man, can I grab a pint? Any stout is good,” the guy said to the bartender. Marco glanced over reflexively and paused. Even as a straight man, Marco could tell this guy was handsome as fuck. Blond hair, blue eyes, a killer bone structure. And he clearly worked out too.

The guy glanced over, catching Marco mid-stare.

“Hey,” he said, giving Marco a slight grin. “Don’t worry, I know I’m pretty.”

“Uh... not my type bro,” Marco said defensively.

“Course not,” the guy agreed. “You’ve got that thousand yard stare bro. That ‘lady trouble’ look.”

Marco grinned and stared down at his beer for a moment. His shaggy hair fell over his eyes and he brushed it away.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I guess I do.”

“Wanna talk about it with a stranger?” the guy asked. “It’ll help.”

“Uh... yeah, I guess,” Marco said uncharacteristically. He wasn’t the kind of guy to talk about his problems, but like the guy said, it would probably help. “I’m seeing this girl, Lacy. And she’s seeing two other guys too. Which... whatever, that’s no big deal. It’s just casual, right? But it’s a lot to manage, and honestly bro, I don’t know if she’s worth it.”

He paused and stared at the stranger. He’d never been one to spill his guts, but something about the guy inspired him.

“Yeah man,” the guy said. “Sounds rough.”

“Yeah... I’m Marco, by the way,” he said, reaching out to shake the guys hand.

“Puck,” the stranger said. He took Marco’s hand, a spark of electricity jumping between them.

Marco nodded and took another sip of his beer. He knew the night could go two ways – he could end the conversation now, but if he said another word, they’d be drinking together all night.

“So Marco...” Puck said, breaking the silence. “Wanna get your cock sucked? It’ll help.”

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Luke was walking home from the bar when he heard a shout.

“Hey bro, how’s your night goin’?”

He didn’t recognize the voice, but he turned anyway and stopped short. There was a guy sitting on his front step, and he was one of the handsomest men that Luke had ever seen. He had spiked blond hair over a pair of blue eyes, and a grin that seemed to pull Luke in.

“Uh... I’m fine,” Luke said, turning away. Something about the guy was deeply unsettling.

He got three more steps before the guy called out again.

“Whoa,” the guy called. “Be honest bro. C’mon, sit down and have a beer with me. It’ll help.”

Luke turned around and saw the guy confidently holding out the remains of a sixpack. It was weird... who just hangs out with a random. Still... it was early enough, and it would feel good to get everything off his chest.

“Uh, thanks,” Luke said, plucking a can from the rings.

“So... tell me what’s going on,” the guy said. “I’m guessing... girl trouble?”

“Good guess,” Luke agreed. He popped the tab on the beer and took a sip. “I’m sorta dating this girl, but she’s dating a bunch of other guys too. It’s just... it’s a lot of work, y’know?”

“Yeah?” the guy said, honestly listening. “That sounds hard.”

“It is,” Luke admitted. “I mean, three guys and one girl? And to be real, I don’t think I’m gonna win the fight. I think maybe I’m wasting my time, y’know?”

“Yeah bro, I hear you,” the guy said. “You’ve gotta ask, is she even worth it?”

“Yeah,” Luke said.

“Sounds rough.”

“Yeah... I’m Luke, by the way,” he said, reaching out for a handshake.

When their hands met a spark passed between them. The guy had a good handshake, Luke thought. Firm and practiced.

“I’m Puck,” the stranger said.

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Puck led Marco down a staircase and into the bars basement storeroom.

"I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Marco said, his voice tinged with excitement. “I’m not gay.”

“Relax,” Puck said. “Everyone enjoys a blowjob, right? And everyone knows that guys give the best blowjobs, isn’t that right?”

The idea sank into Marco’s mind.

“Yeah...” he agreed slowly. “That’s true... and I finally get to try one!”

"Good," Puck said, unbuckling Marcus' belt. "Don't worry, I won't let you regret this."

Marcus' cock flopped out of his jeans. Three inches soft, four inches hard – he'd measured more than once. He told girls he was average but...

"Mmm... nice and big," Puck said eagerly, taking Marcus' cock in his hand. As he massaged Marcus' shaft it started to grow. And grow. And grow.

Puck wrapped his lips around Marcus' 9 inches.

"Nice and big..." he slobbered. "I bet your cock does most of your thinking."

"Yeah..." Marco moaned. His cock was eager and urgent, loving the attention from Puck's mouth. And Puck was right... he mostly just did what his dick wanted. "It's hard to f... to focus on anything else."

Puck slurped and sucked, and Marco quickly lost himself in pleasure.

"And big heavy balls," Puck slurred as he licked down the shaft. "You're horny all the time..."

"Yeah..." Marco moaned again. "I'm always thinkin' about sex."

"Sex with men," Puck corrected him as he worked on Marcus' balls. "Gay guys like us love sex with men."

"Oh... yeah," Marco agreed dreamily. Of course he was gay... a gay dude was sucking his thick cock, wasn't he? "Dudes are so fuckin' hot."

Puck kept sucking Marco's cock. With every lick, Marco fell deeper and deeper into his new worldview. Guys were hot. Guys were sexy. Gay guys like Marco loved sex with men...

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Luke and Puck sat on the step, drinking their beer in silence. Luke couldn't stop thinking about Lacy and wondering if he was wasting his time.

After all... how was he supposed to compete with Marco? Or Blake? They were both good guys, and Blake certainly seemed determined to win Lacy for himself. Maybe it was time to hop on Tindr and find someone new. Sure, it was hard, but could it be harder than sharing your girlfriend?

“Hey I’ve got an idea," Puck finally said. "If she's dating three guys, and she's treating you like you're interchangeable... maybe you need to stand out more?"

"Like how?" Luke asked. "I already take her on all these cool dates, and I buy her lots of expensive stuff but nothing works! We're going hiking tomorrow morning – way cooler than whatever Blake and Marco are doing with her... but she's going to act like I didn't even try."

"I don't know bro," Puck shrugged. "It sounds like you're trying to do stuff for her. You've got to work on YOU instead."

"What's wrong with me?" Luke asked defensively. “I work hard, I’ve got fun hobbies, I treat her right... I don’t think I’m the problem bro.”

"Well... to start, you've got a serious case of 'straight boy style'," Puck admitted. "I could make a few suggestions if you want... help you tweak the look."

"Wait... you're uh...?” Luke asked, leaving the question in midair.

“Gay? Yeah," Puck smiled. "Don't worry about it, okay? Come upstairs, we'll do a little makeover.”

“Uh... no offence man, I don’t have a problem with gay guys or anything but... I think I’m gonna pass. I’ve gotta get up early tomorrow for that hike.”

“It’ll help,” Puck promised. His eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Uh... okay," Luke said, not sure exactly why he was agreeing. "But bro, I think I'm gonna need another beer."

Puck grinned and held out the sixpack.

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Puck’s blowjob was better than anything Marco had ever experienced. After almost fifteen minutes of slow teasing, Puck had shifted into high gear, enough to make Marco gasp for air.

“I’m gonna... fuck man, I’m gonna...” Marco gasped, motioning for Puck to back off.

Puck just sucked harder. A few seconds later Marco’s knees buckled and he collapsed against the wall, his cock pumping spurt after spurt of cum down Puck’s throat.

Marco couldn’t believe how good it felt. He’d always had small loads and a small cock. Now he was an overachiever in both departments. Despite knowing that he’d always fucked women, Marco understood – gay guys like him and Puck had the best sex. The biggest cocks. The yummiest loads.

As if to confirm that idea, Puck stood up and kissed Marco deeply. Marco tasted his own cum for the first time. Delicious. Did every guy taste the same? He couldn’t wait to find out!

“Thanks bro...” he said, unsure what to do next. “You uh... you wanna go upstairs? Maybe grab another beer?”

“Nah,” Puck grinned. “Why don’t we go dancing? There’s a club just down the street.”

“I’m not much of a dancer,” Marco shrugged.

“Sure you are,” Puck said with a twinkle in his eye. “You’re just not dressed for it.”

He leaned in and kissed Marco again. As they two men made out, Puck started to rub his hands over Marco’s body, transforming his clothes wherever he touched. Soon Marco’s t-shirt had shrunk, replaced with tight yellow lycra that stretched over his torso. Then Marco's jeans vanished, replaced by a pair of bright blue shorts. His shoes morphed too, turning into a pair of bright neon pink high-tops.

"You like?" Puck asked, looking very pleased with himself.

"Holy fuck," Marco gasped. "Dude, maybe I'm gay or whatever, but everyone's gonna think I'm a –"

"Everyone's gonna know you're a fag," Puck grinned. "You want them to know, don't you?"

Marco shook his head, grappling with the thought. He was gay... nothing wrong with that. And he loved cock... that was a fact. And if he wanted cock...

People were gonna have to know.

He wanted them to know!

"Fuck yeah," Marco grinned. "This is way better for a gay bar!"

"Then you'd better get a job at a gay bar," Puck chuckled. "Cause this is your style now.”

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Puck took Luke up to his apartment.

“Grab a seat,” he said, gesturing to the couch. “I’m gonna grab some stuff from the closet.”

Luke looked around the small apartment with surprise. He’d always assumed that gay guys would have ridiculous apartments. Big pictures of Cher and Madonna, rainbow flags for curtains, dildos on the coffee table... that sort of thing.

But Puck’s place was normal. A beat up couch and a TV and a pile of dishes in the sink.

His fight or flight response relaxed and Luke slumped down on the couch. He popped open his second beer and almost spit it out.

Puck had returned with a double armful full of brightly coloured clothing.

“Whoa,” Luke protested, staring as Puck dumped it on the coffee table. He stared at the ridiculous pile and picked up a couple pieces. He held up a pair of bright yellow briefs in one hand and a neon orange pair of cargo pants in the other.

“Uh... this really isn’t my style bro...” he said, standing up. “Like I said, I gotta take Lacy on that hike in the morning, so thanks for the beers but I gotta –“

“Give it a chance,” Puck said with a sparkle. “Just give it a chance. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to keep it... but give it a go, okay?”

“Bro, I just...”

“Look,” Puck said. “You’re having trouble keeping Lacy’s attention. This stuff will get you attention. It’ll help!”

Luke dropped the cargo pants back into the pile and stared at the pair of yellow briefs.

“I guess so...” he said, slowly warming to the idea. After all – it’s not like he knew Puck. He’d be gone in an hour, and this would all be a funny memory. And maybe it would help...

“Attaboy,” Puck said, slapping him on the shoulder. “Now why don’t you duck into the bathroom and try those briefs.”

Luke stood up, gripping the briefs in one hand and his beer in the other. He stepped into the bathroom – again, no rainbow bubble bath or giant makeup counter... Puck was just some dude who happened to like dick. Somehow that make Luke feel safer.

He dropped his jeans and stripped out of his baggy boxers, sliding the stretchy yellow fabric up his legs. They were snug on his package... but they felt pretty good. Something about the smooth fabric even turned him on a little...

Luke pulled his jeans up roughly and fastened his belt before walking into the living room again.

Puck burst out laughing when he entered.

“Seriously?” Puck asked. “You put on your jeans again?”

“I mean... it’s not like people are gonna see my underwear,” Luke shrugged. “Though... I gotta admit bro, these don’t feel terrible.”

“Dude... strip down,” Puck ordered. “Leave on the undies, don’t worry, but... we’re gonna rebuild you from the ground up.”

Luke shook his head automatically.

“What?” Puck asked.

“It feels weird stripping in front of another guy!”

“Relax,” Puck said with a grin. “You get undressed in the changing room at the gym, right? It’s not weird – sometimes guys see eachother naked. Be comfortable bro... you like showing off your body.”

It took Luke a few seconds to realize... Puck had a point. After all, he was in good shape. It’s not like he was shy. Yeah... showing off his body felt good.

Luke reached up behind him and tugged off his t-shirt. A second later his jeans hit the floor. He even kicked off his socks and grinned.

“Looking good,” Puck said, staring at the nearly-naked man.

“Thanks.”

“Here,” Puck said, grabbing a pair of purple board shorts from the pile. “Try these next.”

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The music was pounding when Marco and Puck arrived at The Manhole.

It was Marco’s first look inside a gay club, but he instinctively knew it wouldn’t be his last. The place was full of sweaty men, grinding up against each other and having a blast. There was so much cock in the world... and he wanted it all.

The realization hit him like a freight train. An hour ago he’d been sitting in a bar... a straight bar... having a beer and minding his own business. Now his cock was rock hard under a tiny pair of powder blue shorts and an even tinier thong. He was gay... no doubt about it... but he was also intimidated.

“Let’s dance,” Puck shouted at him. He grabbed Marco’s hand and tried to pull him towards the dance floor, but Marco was fixed in place.

“Let’s have a drink,” Marco said, pulling back.

“We’ll grab one later,” Puck said playfully. “C’mon babe, let’s get you on the dance floor.”

“I don’t know...”

“What’s wrong?” Puck asked with a concerned look. “Tell me honestly.”

“I just... I don’t want to dance,” Marco admitted. He didn’t need to hide his insecurities from Puck... he didn’t need to lie...

“Why?”

“I’m... I’m not really a good dancer,” Marco shrugged. “And everyone else seems so confident... and –“

“Whoa,” Puck said, stepping close and taking Marco’s hand. He leaned his forehead against Marco’s and brought his other hand up, squeezing the back of Marco’s head.

The two men breathed together for a moment.

“Don’t overthink things...” Puck said, a slight grin tugging at his lips. “You don’t think too hard about anything... you understand?”

Marco worked hard to decipher the words. Whatever Puck was saying...

He shook his head.

“I don’t get it?” Marco said, his forehead wrinkling in concentration.

He felt Puck squeezing the back of his neck.

“And don’t worry about that...” Puck suggested. As he massaged the back of Marco’s neck, Marco felt his stress and tension release. His thoughts and worries were flooding out of him, dissolving in the beat of the music. His muscles untensed, his stomach unclenched.

“I don’t think too hard?” Marco said shakily. His voice was slow and low.

“That’s right,” Puck agreed.

“And... and I don’t worry!” Marco said, sounding a little more confident.

“That’s right Marco,” Puck nodded, massaging the last thoughts out of Marco’s mind. “You’re just a dumb party boy. You just wanna have fun.”

Puck gave one last squeeze and Marco felt the rhythm of the music filling his mind. An absent grin spread over his face as he started moving his muscles to the beat. His eyes filled with a dreamy gaze and he became fully absorbed in the moment.

“C’mon,” he shouted, grabbing Puck’s hand and dragging him towards the dance floor with manic energy. “Let’s party!”

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“Looking good,” Puck said, grinning as Luke posed for him.

It had taken an entire montage before they found the right clothes. The purple shorts were too baggy. The orange cargo pants covered up too much skin. Luke wanted to show off, so Puck had gone back into his closet and returned with a stretchy pair of neon green shorts. They were tight, but Luke didn't mind. The mesh fabric showed off plenty of skin, and they looked pretty cool with the yellow briefs layered underneath them. Luke was proud at how much they showed off his bulge.

Despite his protests, Puck insisted he needed a shirt. They had picked a loose white tanktop from the pile with a rainbow stripe across the chest. It was cut short, exposing almost an inch of Luke's midriff.

"That looks really good on you," Puck repeated. "I think we've got the right combo."

"Yeah..." Luke said, picking critically at the white shirt. He loved the shorts and the briefs but... "Dude, don't you think this is a little baggy?" he asked. "And no offence, but this rainbow stripe looks hella gay. I don't think Lacy's gonna be into this."

"Maybe," Puck allowed. "But this is your night. Let's be fashion forward."

"Huh?"

"Gay is the new black," Puck shrugged. "Look, come with me, let's figure this out."

Puck grabbed Luke's arm and took him into the bathroom. He positioned Luke in front of the mirror and made sure he had a good view.

"If the clothes are too big... that's okay," Puck said quietly into his ear. "Why don't you just grow?"

Luke shot a confused look at Puck.

"Grow," Puck whispered in Luke's ear, placing one hand on each of the mans shoulders. He felt the muscle tremble under his arms as Luke's body started to change.

"Grow," Puck repeated, pushing Luke slightly. "I need you to grow."

"Puck..." Luke said, feeling a little uncomfortable. "What are you doing?"

Puck didn't bother to respond. Luke's body was already starting to swell with muscle. His shoulders were getting bigger, his back wider. His arms were expanding, becoming thicker. Puck dug his fingers into the muscles on Luke's back and pushed, making Luke's body grow even more.

"Grow!" Puck barked, giving Luke another hard push. "I need you big and sexy for tonight!"

"Puck," Luke said, staring at his reflection in the mirror. "What the hell are you doing?!”

Luke's ass trembled as his ass pushed out into a pair of meaty spheres. Everything was getting bigger... His legs, his chest, his arms... all of it was expanding. Puck smirked as Luke's baggy tanktop filled out with muscle. It was skintight across his beefy pecs now. It seemed to shrink as the fabric pulled tight, leaving a six inch gap to show off Luke's new abs.

"Holy shit..." Luke gasped.

"And as for looking gay... well, that sounds pretty dumb," Puck chuckled. "But then again, big guys like you, they're all dumb, aren't they."

"Huh?"

"That's what you are Luke," Puck smirked. "A dumb, gay, sex machine."

"What? No," Luke insisted. "I'm not gay."

"Yes you are," Puck said with a shrug. "Trust me. It's a good idea."

The gears in Luke's brain ground slowly. He couldn't think of a comeback or an argument. Puck was like... really smart. And if he said...

"You're gay Luke," Puck said again, running his hand through Luke's hair. The hair lightened and grew out, become a set of chunky blond spikes in just a few seconds.

"I'm gay?"

"A big gay himbo," Puck said confidently.

"That's like... that's what Blake said," Luke said slowly. He could feel his brain clouding over. He could see a dull sheen form over his eyes. He could smell the irresistible scent of another man...

Puck reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a small box of jewelry. He picked out a small rainbow flag necklace and fastened it around Luke's bull neck. The tiny piece of metal hung between Luke's thick pecs.

"A dumb, gay, sex machine," Luke said with a carefree grin. He spun around and pinned Puck to the wall with a kiss. His hand drifted down, squeezing Puck's package and feeling it grow hard.

Finally Luke broke the kiss.

"So what you gonna do about it?" he smirked.

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Marco had been dancing for an hour and he wasn't slowing down. Without the pesky noise from his thoughts to distract him, all Marco wanted to do was party and fuck.

He spun and dipped, moving seamlessly from one dance move to another. He thrust his hips in time with the beat, letting out a low moan with every beat. Puck stayed close, watching his creation light up the dance floor.

He moved in to grind his hips against Marco's. Marco instinctively matched him, bringing their bodies even closer together.

"Hey Marco," Puck shouted above the music. "You horny bro?"

"Yeah!" Marco shouted back.

"Yeah? Oh yeah?" Puck taunted. "Well let's find someone to fuck you, okay?"

Marco grinned vapidly and nodded. He was so happy he had a smart friend like Puck.

"How about him?" Puck shouted, picking out a guy across the room. He was huge – the kind of gymrat you know is on steroids.

"Yeah," Marco said, nodding eagerly. "But like... he's so sexy! He's not gonna want me!"

Marco ran his hands down his lycra compression top and pinched the slight beer belly he was carrying.

"Don't be shy," Puck shouted. "You're a horny little slut, right?"

"Yeah," Marco nodded eagerly.

"Well, I guess you gotta grow," Puck grinned. He landed his hands on Marco's shoulders and felt the muscle tremble under him.

Marco gasped. It was incredible. He could really feel it. The muscles in his body were changing. His shoulders were growing. His chest was expanding. His ass was filling out. Everything!

"Oh my god!" Marco gasped. "I'm getting bigger!"

"Feeling good?" Puck asked with a smirk.

"Oh god," Marco moaned. "I'm so sexy!"

Pound after pounds of muscle piled onto Marcos frame. His belly evaporated, the bumps of his abs now visible underneath his compression shirt. His legs were thick trunks, bursting from his jean shorts.  His arms were like steel, bulging from his shirtsleeves. Every piece of clothing was beyond skintight.

"That's a good himbo," Puck laughed, looking at his work with pride. "Now go, someone's gotta use that ass!"

Something about the word himbo caught in Marco's mind... but it didn't stick. Nothing did. Everything was washed away in a torrent of lust.

Marco headed across the dance floor, a confident grin plastered on his face.

"I need cock!" Marco shouted, making his way towards the gym rat. "I need to get fucked!”

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Luke and Puck stumbled into the bedroom, a tangle of muscle and lust.

"I want you to fuck me," Luke kept moaning over and over as they kissed. "C'mon stud, fuck my himbo ass."

Puck grinned and tugged at the hem of Luke's crop top. As beautiful as Luke looked in his slutty clothes, Puck knew his mission wouldn't be complete until Luke felt cum dripping from his hole. He'd been summoned to turn Luke into a himbo, and he intended to do the job right.

"Fuck me," Luke begged, grinding his body against Puck. "Fuck me."

Puck slipped off Luke's crop top and grinned. The formerly average man had developed a seriously muscular body. His pecs were round and firm, the perfect pair of muscle tits.

He reached down into Luke's briefs and fondled his dripping cock.

"Fuck yeah," Luke moaned, relaxing into Puck's touch.

"Let's give you a nice big cock..." Puck whispered into his ear. "And a big set of juicy balls..."

Luke's eyes widened as he felt his cock pushing out even more. It pushed the briefs to their limits, finally escaping the waistband and pushing his dripping cockhead into the open.

"Fuck," Luke gasped. "I'm so fucking sexy."

“You're such a hot himbo, aren’t you?” Puck said with a smirk.

"Fuck yeah..." Luke moaned. He fumbled with Puck's belt, trying to break into his jeans. "I'm a slut. I'm a whore... I need you to fuck me stud!"

Luke yanked down Puck's pants to reveal pair of pink briefs, identical to Luke’s yellow pair. Puck peeled off his t-shirt, exposing a wide chest and tight abs.

"Yummy," Luke breathed. He fell to his knees and started to lick at Puck's cock through the briefs.

"That's it," Puck moaned. He laid himself on the bed and pulled Luke on top of him. He thrust his dick into Luke's eager mouth, making him gag and choke.

Luke just sucked harder. He sniffed loudly, taking in the full scent of Puck's balls.

"Yeah," Puck growled. "You're a fucking slut."

"Yeah," Luke panted.

"Turn over," Puck ordered.

Luke scrambled off of Puck's cock and rolled over on his back.

"Yeah," Luke cried with excitement, raising his legs onto Puck’s shoulders. "Fuck me. Fuck me."

"You're gonna love this," Puck laughed. With a savage thrust he pushed his cock inside Luke's muscular ass. Luke gasped, but his shock quickly turned back to lust.

"Yeah, that's it!" Luke moaned. "Faster!"

Puck did as he was told, pounding Luke's ass hard and fast. His balls slapped up against Luke's ass from his deep thrusts. Luke's cheeks shook with every impact.

"I'm getting close," Puck gasped. "You ready to seal the deal? You can still walk out bro... but once there's cum in your hole... you're never goin' back."

“I want it!” Luke moaned. "Fill my himbo ass!"

Puck's balls surged and he pumped his load deep into Luke's hole. Luke groaned and squirmed, his muscle clenching around Puck's cock.

"Fuck yeah," Luke moaned as he felt his ass overflow with cum. His own load shot out under him, leaving a sticky mess. Luke didn't care. He was fucking hot...

He fell asleep in Puck's arms.

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Marco woke up in a strange apartment – not an unusual moment in his slutty life.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, rolling quietly out of the gym rat’s grip. The guy was lying beside him peacefully, exhausted from the crazy energy Marco had brought into his bedroom.

It was worth it, Marco thought. After all, his ass was caked with dried cum, and his hole was aching for more cock. He briefly wondered if he should shower, but he couldn’t resist the walk of shame – a metro ride home smelling like sweat and sex...

Maybe he’d pick up on the way.

Marco eased out of bed, careful not to wake the naked stud. He couldn’t remember the gymrat’s name, and Marco didn’t care if the gymrat remembered his.

He giggled softly. He was so stupid and silly... all he cared about was his cock. All that mattered was getting his himbo ass fucked.

Marco picked his thong and his shorts off the floor. His lycra top was gone, discarded somewhere on the dance floor. It didn’t matter... he love shopping!

He slid the shorts up his powerful legs and tucked his red thong into their back pocket. He wanted everyone to understand what a stud he was. Coming home from the club... coming home from another mans bed...

Marco slipped out the door.

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Luke woke up to a ringtone. He grabbed at the pile of his stuff on the floor and found his cell, a cute little iPhone with a rainbow flag case.

"Uh... heeeeeey...” he said groggily.

"Luke, are you still asleep?" It was that Lacy chick. "I've been waiting for like... twenty minutes!"

"Uhh... yeah," Luke said. He rubbed his eyes. "I'm just waking up."

"Well, get your ass over here," Lacy snapped. "I'm sick of waiting."

Puck groaned from his side of the bed.

"Babe, come back to bed," he mumbled sleepily.

"WHO WAS THAT?" Lacy screamed from the other end of the line.

"It's this guy I hooked up with last night," Luke said casually. "He was like... really good."

"WHAT?"

"Sorry Lacy, I'm switching teams," Luke said sleepily.

"What?" Lacy repeated with confusion. He could hear the fury in her voice. Something inside Luke snapped – he didn't deserve to be yelled at.

"I'm gay now girl," Luke laughed. He felt free, just saying it. "Don't worry, you still got two boyfriends... we'll both get plenty of dick!"

He hung up while she screamed.

"Sorry," Luke said, rolling over and kissing Puck. "Good morning."

"Morning babe," Puck chuckled. "I guess we're up now, huh?"

"Yeah," Luke said with a grin. "Up and OUT! We should... oh my god..."

His phone was ringing again. This time the call display said Marco, but the photo it showed wasn't the Marco he remembered... was it? The photo was weirdly familiar – Marco, covered in body glitter, sweaty and dancing.

“Take it,” Puck said.

"Hey," Luke said, picking up the call and giving Puck an apologetic look.

"Like... oh my god," Marco gushed through the speaker. "Blake's magic thingy like... totally worked on me Luke! I'm like... such a hot himbo now!"

Luke's face lit up. Of course... they were both himbos!

"Me too!" Luke cheered through the phone. "I hooked up with a total hottie too!"

Puck gave him a mischievous wink.

"You wanna get brunch?" Marco asked. "I wanna hear everything!"

"For sure," Luke said automatically. He never turned down a brunch. They agreed on a place on Saint-Catherine and hung up.

"Sounds like you've got plans," Puck grinned.

"I'm so sorry!" Luke said. "I like... totally didn't think..."

"You never do," Puck smirked. "That's what guys love about you."

"Do you wanna come?"

"Nah," Puck said. "You should go. You're a himbo slut now, you don't need to get tied down. Besides... I'm almost done for now. Time to leave town, y'know?"

"Okay," Luke said absentmindedly. "Maybe I'll see you around!"

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Blake got a text just after lunch. He was expecting it – Lacy had already called and cried on the phone for an hour. Apparently Luke had turned gay overnight and Marco wasn't even picking up his phone. Blake had told her not to worry. They were going to meet for dinner later.

The text was from Luke.

> omg daddy... ur spell like totes worked!! marco and i are drinking... cum on by!

A moment later, Luke sent a pin along with his text. Blake didn't recognize the bar – something in the gay village.

It took him twenty minutes to get there on the metro. He practically vibrated – clearly the spell had worked, and now he was ready to gloat.

When he got to the bar, Marco and Luke were sitting out on the patio, soaking in the sun. Both men had a couple empty shots in front of them, not to mention fruity looking cocktails.

He ordered a beer at the bar and watched it like a hawk. Some small portion of Blake's mind was worried they'd somehow tracked down the potion and were trying to get revenge.

"So..." Blake said, sitting down beside Marco. "How was last night?"

"OH MY GOD!" Marco said, throwing his arm around Blake's shoulder. "I totally hooked up with like... this total hottie from the club! He's like... soooo hung!"

"Totally!" Luke said, slurring slightly. "And I met a guy too! He rode my ass so hard!"

"So I guess you're doing okay?" Blake grinned, taking a sip of his beer. "And you're both over Lacy, right?"

"Oh my god Daddy," Luke giggled. “I don’t need girls! I’m just like... so dumb and full of cum!"

"Yeah!" Marco agreed frantically. "I just wanna like... lift, party, and fuck! And Daddy, I'm like... so down to fuck!"

"Maybe you should fuck each other?" Blake suggested with a raised eyebrow.

"But Daddy! We're both bottoms!" Marco shrieked. Blake glanced around – sure enough, people were staring from across the street. A couple of them were glancing over with interest.

"Cut out that Daddy shit," Blake snapped. "I'm straight. And I'm dating Lacy. Just cause you two are a couple homos now, I'm not playing that game."

"But Daddy....!" Luke whined. "You made us! You told us that!"

"Stop it," Blake ordered.

"We're like... too dumb and pretty to do anything!" Marco insisted. "We need a big... strong... smart... Daddy! You gotta like... help us plan our diet and figure out our gym routines and keep our money and stuff!”

"No," Blake said, pushing his chair back. "You two are on your own."

As Blake stood he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"No they're not," a man said from behind him.

"Oh my god!" Luke and Marco cried out in unison. "Puck!"

"Sit down Blake," Puck said calmly.

Blake sank his ass back into the chair.

"You started this spell," Puck said pointedly. "And now you’re gonna finish it. I know you think you’re straight, but the truth is you find these two himbos irresistible, don’t you?"

"No, dude..." Blake protested.

"Just admit it," Pike said with a kind smile. "It'll help."

"Okay," Blake groaned. "I... I kinda think Marco's really hot."

"And Luke..."

"And Luke is... amazing," Blake admitted, feeling his cock start to harden. "They're both... they're both really hot."

"Good," Puck smirked. "And you can't just leave them without a Daddy, isn't that right?"

"I can't," Blake admitted. "But..."

"But what?"

"It's not me," Blake insisted. "They should have a Daddy, but... I'm straight, okay?"

"Good news boys," Puck said, shifting his focus to Marco and Luke. "I'm going to loan you my powers. Just for this afternoon. Take Blake home, okay? And turn him into your Daddy."

Luke and Marco nodded with frantic energy.

"C'mon Daddy," Marco said eagerly. "We're taking you home!"

Blake couldn't help but follow.

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Luke led them up the steps to their third floor walk-up while Marco trailed behind. Blake was sandwiched in the middle, unable to escape – even if he wanted to.

A part of him wanted to flee, but the majority of Blake's thoughts were focussed on following. Marco had told him they were going home and he couldn't find the will to resist.

"Here we go," Luke said, unlocking the front door. Blake followed him inside.

"This place is huge," Blake said, looking around the living room.

It was easily large enough for two couches. The place was decorated just as he'd feared – framed photos of underwear models and pop stars on the walls, a rainbow flag tacked up behind one of the couches, and lube on the coffee table.

"It's a three bedroom," Marco said smugly. "One for me, one for Luke... and the big one's for you Daddy!"

"No... you two... you live downtown, not here," Blake protested.

"We used to," Luke shrugged. "But I guess we live here now. And so do you!"

Blake felt his heart sink as he realized Luke was right. All of a sudden, the place seemed much more familiar. That was one of his jackets hanging on a coathook. His favourite pair of sneakers by the door. And of course...

He stepped into the master bedroom and found it full of his things.

"This is so cool," Marco said with glee. "Let's like... change your underwear Daddy!"

"No..." Blake muttered.

"You've gotta change your underwear," Marco insisted.

"I don't want to," Blake pleaded.

"You gotta," Marco grinned. "You love wearing those tight little boxer briefs."

Blake felt something cup his dick tighter. This wasn't possible, he was a boxers man... but a quick visit to his dresser revealed a drawer full of stretchy black boxer-briefs.

"Okay... fine, I'll wear the stupid underwear," Blake acquiesced. "But I'm not dressing like you two..."

"Of course not Daddy!" Marco agreed. "We're himbos! We wear bright colours and tight clothes! You're a Daddy... you wear ass hugging jeans and tight t-shirts!"

"Yeah," Luke laughed. "If you wear a shirt at all!"

"Whoa!" Blake protested. "I'm not getting naked around you two!"

"But Daddy... you won't be naked," Luke grinned. "You love wearing your harness!"

"No way!" Blake said. "I don't wear one!"

"You do too," Marco insisted. "You wear it all the time."

"I don't..." Blake began. But it was too late – he felt cool air across his chest, and the leather straps of a chest harness tight against him. His jeans were tight around his ass too, showing off every curve.

He glanced in the mirror. It... didn't look terrible.

In fact he kinda loved it.

"Yeah..." Marco said excitedly. "You've got such a beefy body Daddy... you look so buff!"

"Wait... what?" Blake asked. "No, guys... I've worked really hard on getting this cut!"

"Silly Daddy," Luke laughed. "Abs are for himbos! You're a big beefy Daddy! Grow!"

"Yeah," Marco joined in chanting. "Grow! Grow! Grow!"

"This is crazy..." Blake shook his head. "Guys... this is impossible?"

But he took one look at their buff new bodies and knew that wasn't true. Even as he fought it, Blake felt his body expanding, beefcake muscle piling on until he found himself almost bursting from his jeans. His harness adjusted, staying tight, but making room for the twenty pounds of muscle that piled onto his chest. He glanced in his bedroom mirror and saw his cut muscles softening, replaced with bulk and defined curves.

"Awesome!" Marco cheered. "Now you're almost a Daddy!"

"And your underwear's so sexy," Luke said. "And your harness looks so good on you!"

"Wait..." Blake asked nervously. "What do you mean almost?"

"Well... like... a Daddy has to be older than us, right?" Marco grinned. "Look at your hair Daddy! It's turning grey! And you’ve got so much chest hair!"

"It's so sexy," Luke added. "And that salt and pepper beard too!"

"But I'm twenty-five!" Blake protested.

"No way Daddy!" Marco said. "You're fifty! But you're looking hot!"

"No!" Blake shouted.

"Yes!" Marco grinned. "Like a Daddy should look!"

"Yeah," Luke agreed. "You look so sexy Daddy... and you're so horny too! You love being gay, just like us!"

"But I'm not..." Blake said. He scratched at his chest as a forest of hair sprouted across it.

"No, you're a Daddy," Marco laughed. "And Daddys love fucking their boys!"

"And other boys too," Luke added.

"You're so dominant," Marco laughed. "And you wanna fuck me right now!"

"Yeah," Luke agreed. "And you want me to watch!”

Blake’s head swam. None of this made any sense... Luke and Marco kept saying things that confused him... he had to take control...

"Stop," Blake ordered, his eyes burning with power. "Enough talking. Marco, get naked and get that ass where I can see it."

"Yay!" Marco said happily. He stripped off his tanktop and shorts, revealing a lean, muscular torso with a flat stomach and well-defined abs. "I'm so sexy Daddy!"

"Yeah," Luke agreed.

"Good," Blake smirked. "Luke, sit over there. I want you to watch and learn."

"Yes Daddy," Luke giggled, taking a seat nearby.

Marco walked over to Blake and slipped his arms around Blake's neck. "Okay Daddy... show me what you've got!"

Blake slapped Marco's firm ass, making his boy groan with pleasure.

"Get on the bed," he said. He slid open a nightstand drawer and pulled out the lube. He always kept it nearby. Blake peeled off his jeans and boxers, but he left the harness on.

"Get down," he ordered.

Marco crawled onto the bed, eagerly spreading his legs. "Oh yeah Daddy..." he gasped. "I'm so horny..."

"I know," Blake said. He began massaging Marco's ass. "Now spread those cheeks."

Marco did so, exposing the pink pucker of his ass to Blake. Blake poured some lube on his hand and grinned.

"That's a nice tight hole," Blake said. He slipped a finger into the warm, smooth hole, slowly fingering Marco. "So wet..."

Marco moaned, his hole stretching to accept Blake's finger.

"Mmm," Blake murmured. "So good."

"Fuck me, Daddy!" Marco begged. "You gotta fuck me!"

Blake couldn't resist any longer. His boy needed to get fucked.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "Yes, I need to fuck you!"

He pressed his cock into Marco's hole, sliding deep down into the boy.

"Uhh," Marco moaned. "God... your cock feels so good inside me..."

"That's right boy," Blake grunted. "Make some noise..."

As he hammered his cock in and out of Marco's hole, Blake slapped his boy's ass, grunting with each thrust.

"Ohhh yeah..." Marco moaned theatrically. "Ohhh yeah..."

He thrust into Blake, his hole slamming back against Blake’s hard cock.

"So good..." Marco moaned. "Oh fuck... you're so fucking sexy Daddy!"

"Yeah," Blake grunted. "That's it boy. You've got a sexy Daddy now... just what you wanted. And that means there's rules, isn't that right?"

"Yes," Marco said, his voice trembling with lust. "I want to follow the rules!"

"Me too Daddy!" Luke said, beating his cock as he watched.

"Rule one," Blake commanded. "You can't cum without my permission."

"Ohhh yes!" Marco gasped.

"Rule two," Blake continued. "You can suck off other guys. You can grind. You can kiss. But your ass belongs to me!"

"Yes Daddy!" Marco moaned.

"Rule three," Blake said. "You'll get the jobs I tell you to get. You'll give me your pay. You'll let me make all your decisions. I'm the boss of you, do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy!" Marco groaned.

"And do you agree?" Blake asked confidently.

"Yes Daddy!" Marco gasped. "I agree!"

"Me too!" Luke cried out. "I agree!"

"Good boys," Blake smirked. "Cum now."

"Yes Daddy!" Marco cried. His cock pulsed, shooting jizz all over Blake's bed. As his ass tensed he milked the cum out of Blake too, making the older man scream with pleasure.

A few feet away Luke shot his load across his chest.

"Jesus Christ," Blake sighed. "You boys are perfect. Now cuddle up and have a nap with me... we're going clubbing tonight."

"Yes Daddy!" Marco cried. He cuddled up to Blake, resting his head on the older man's chest.

Luke snuggled up too, resting his head on Blake's other shoulder.

The three men fell fast asleep.

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The night was alive with men on the prowl. Blake was flanked by his colourful himbo boys.

"Like... can you believe we used to date women?" Marco chattered. "It's like... so much better getting your ass stuffed with cock!"

"Yeah," Luke agreed. "I mean... look at me! I'm a stud!"

"You are," Blake agreed fondly. "I'm lucky to have two studs like you!"

"Oh my god!" Luke said, pointing across the street. They were walking past a dance club – one of the straight ones. It was so boring and plain. "Isn't that... what's her name?"

"Look at that," Blake grinned. "It's Lacy! And she's with... hell, she's with some other guy already?”

"Oh no!" Marco said sadly. "Poor guy! I mean... he's like, cute and everything, but she's just playing games!"

"We should go in there," Luke suggested. "Warn him what he's getting into!"

"Let it be," Blake said. An idea was flashing through his mind.

“C’mon Daddy," Marco begged. "Let's teach her a lesson."

“It’s okay,” Blake said. “I’ll just take him for a beer."

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