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Alakazam - Sam the Surly Sceptic

"Pick a card, any card."

"Really?" he thought exasperatedly as he halted in place. Moments before Sam's feet area could step down the stairs leading from the main station to one of the underground platforms, the space in front of him was occupied by a fanned deck of cards.

Darting his eyes sidewards, Sam glanced briefly at the arm protruding in front of him. His face almost softened from the impassive glare that usually appeared as soon as he'd cleared the front doors of the office. Under normal circumstances, he'd have felt the keen bite of nostalgia. Magic was one of his childhood passions: a magician hired for a shared birthday party had given him the bug, and he'd taken classes, delved into books, and watched all the specials on TV. For a few years he'd breathed David Copperfield, Paul Daniels and Penn and Teller.

Adult Sam, however, was a very different person from Kid Sam. Adult Sam was particularly tired and irritated: after a mentally draining day at work, he still had a two-hour commute to look forward to, and all the stupidity from other people that entailed. His only respite would be the few moments he was at home, until he fell asleep and he'd wake up to get back on the rat wheel once again. He didn't care about magic now; not even the fact the small, thin guy attached to the arm fanning the deck was wearing a costume almost identical to the one he'd worn as one of the magicians at his class show day was going to appease him. All he wanted to do was get on the Tube and get home, while trying to keep as far away from everyone else as was humanly possible on public transport.

Order appealed to Adult Sam: the smoother the machine worked, the less he worried and the more time he had to himself. Aggravating people who broke up that routine got him annoyed; those who seemed to do so for stupid, selfish reasons put him into a silent rage. His lips dipped in and out of the gap between his jaws. His body twitched as he held back the dark impulse that flashed in his head as he looked at the obstacle in his path.

Push the fucker down the stairs.

Sam would rationalise it internally, in the same way he did when he got annoyed at people whose thoughtlessness wasted his time. Waiting for the path around the arm to clear, he dodged around the extended card far, joining in with the throng of people moving haphazardly through the entrance.

Approaching the turnstiles, Sam unzipped his jacket pocket and fished out his wallet. It only took a few seconds: his wallet always went into the same pocket, the ticket always placed into the same card slot, so it never took any time at all if he kept to the same routine. Most of the time he didn't have to look.

Only this time it wasn't the case. Sam's eyes warned him a fraction of a second, allowing him to slide out of the way and through the crowd to look at the card in his hands. The playing card - a Joker, of course - had been substituted for his daily ticket. It crumpled in his hands as he thoroughly investigated the rest of his wallet, and his pockets, for the missing ticket. When his search turned up empty, his eyes narrowed, sliding into the crowd and back to the staircase.

See? You should have pushed the fucker down the stairs.

Sam was no longer just annoyed, he was furious. With this delay, there was a good chance he was going to miss his connection. The next wouldn't be for another half an hour. Another half an hour of his free time pissed away because some smug little prick who thought it was fine to be an annoying jerk.

Everyone else seemed to be ignoring the magician; he'd moved from his position blocking the top of the stairs as soon as Sam had gotten close enough. He wanted desperately to drop his barely-held facade of metropolitan indifference, but the last thing he needed was a trip to the police station or some security room to try to justify why he'd punched the smug prick across the face.

It took a while to spot the magician; Sam only caught him out of the corner of his eye heading through the station to the stairs up to the mezzanine floor. He snorted, flecks of sweat splashing through the air. It was getting hot again after the recent rainy spell, which only made Sam's enraged head pound faster. He knew he should have just let him go, just gone and bought another ticket; but it had felt like the last strand of patience had given way. Not only had the magician inconvenienced him to begin with, but he was now practically making a mockery of him by dancing away.

Sam's keen eyes followed the tip of the top hat as it weaved in and out of the crowd. "Just my luck," he muttered: the guy looked to be going to the toilets, so not only had he been interrupted, but if either of them had picked a slightly different moment to leave, fate wouldn't have brought them together.

Wiping his forehead, Sam turned down the alley to the bathroom. He grumbled, rummaging through his pockets for some change.

Fucking penny-pinchers.

Jamming the coins into the slot, he went through one of the turnstiles in front of the men's room. He only caught a small glimpse of the magician just before he vanished into the stalls. Hurrying along, he went into the one next door that was free; the one right at the far end.

Slamming the door closed, and locking it behind him, Sam listened, growing increasingly irritated as the magician started to whistle loudly as he presumably did his business. The noise only rankled him further. Finally losing control, Sam banged on the wall, then blurted out in a voice that was angrier and louder than he ever preferred being in public. "Where's my ticket?" he demanded.

The whistling stopped abruptly. "Your ticket?" the magician answered.

"You took it out of my wallet," Sam explained. "When you misdirected me by putting the rest in your cards in my face."

"I'm surprised you noticed," the magician complimented. "Nobody ever notices when I pull off my little tricks."

"I know a little about magic," Sam explained curtly. "I just guessed. It would be a good time to do it. Can't figure out how you got into my wallet though."

"You mean, this wallet?" the voice asked.

Something banged on the bottom of the bathroom stall dividing wall. Sam glanced down, seeing the tell-tale corner of his wallet, distinctive charity donation stickers peeking up, as it slipped back out of sight. He patted his pocket; his wallet had disappeared. "Give it back!" he yelled.

"I will, if you earn it," the magician informed him.

"How about I just get the police involved?" Sam countered, wiping the sweat off of his face. He suddenly felt even hotter than he had been on the walk from the office to the station. Zipping open his jacket, he started to pant. Something in the air around him seemed to cut through everything else, heading right to his brain.

"I don't think you'd want that, would you?" chuckled the magician. "All that time worrying about wasting your life, but never doing anything interesting with that life. Not the things you really want to, anyway."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" panted Sam. His head was swimming, his face sliding through his sweat-lubricated fingers as he bent over. It was almost like a worm was wending its way through his head. Something stimulated him; he spread his legs apart, feeling his genitals squirm in the front of his pants.

Something scratched against the wall. The magician tapped his foot, sliding it back and forth underneath the dividing wall. The black shoe glistened with polish, but as Sam's vision went blurry, it was almost like he could see through the leather at the black - no, white - sock underneath. Groaning, Sam unbuckled his jeans, showing off the sweaty red boxers he'd been wearing that day. The front bulged into a short peak, lines of sweat outlining the balls nestled behind the material.

"I'm talking about strength," the magician explained. "Mastery. Control. You want to just seize what you want. You're tired of being confined by all these people around you, having to keep the beast contained. It's wild and chaotic, just like magic. So you use all your little rules to help yourself control it, just so you can feel strong."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sam growled, his hand clenching into a fist which pounded on the door. "I do that stuff to save myself time, idiot! Time you're wasting by blathering on and not giving me my wallet!" He grunted again, tugging onto the fabric around his crotch. The swollen, fabric-clad tip glistened as pre-cum flowed out, soaking the red fabric into a deeper shade. Scents tingled in his brain; Sam reach forward, fingers digging into the boxers, trying to pull the sweaty, sticky cloth off of himself. His shirt had completely turned a darker colour, his sweat making the fabric heavy and smellier.

"For what?" queried the magician. The voice seemed a bit louder. He turned, lifting his head to look through the surprisingly large hole that had appeared in the dividing wall. The edges were ragged, but it was reasonably round and gave him a good look at the red eye staring back at him.

Of course he'd be one of those smug hipsters who wear contacts.

Sam turned, his nostrils flaring as he answered, "Whatever I want to do!" After a loud grunt, he ripped through the fabric of his boxers, his genitals spilling out. With bits of red fabric clinging to his sweaty, hairy skin, he stretched his legs apart, wriggling out of his jeans until they were around his ankles.

"And what is it you want to do now?" a familiar voice coaxed.

Unable to think clearly with both his head and cock both throbbing along with the rapid beating of his heart, he examined the hole. An idea - a very dirty idea - entered his mind. The magician seemed to know what was going on in his head: through the hole, he saw him open his mouth, his lips really catching the eye as his face seemed to grow paler. The warm, wet flesh inside got him to moan, imagining what he could do to it if he wanted to. All he had to do was ask.

No. Take.

Getting up off the toilet, Sam felt his cock flop and bob in the hot, sweaty bathroom air. Fluid crawled up his shaft, making the throbbing purple tip glisten and drip down between his legs onto the overly-sanitised tiles on the floor. The muscles on his inner legs twitched, his hips bucking under their own accord.

"Come on, give in to your wild side," urged the magician, his voice nibbling into his brain on the edge of his mind. The words soaked inside; eventually Sam heard them in his own voice.

Give in to your wild side!

Bracing himself up against the wall, Sam grabbed his cock. He threaded his painfully swollen cock through the hole, pressing his body up against the wall. He could almost feel the graffiti soaking into the jiggling flesh on his legs. It was a stupid, bad idea to leave himself this vulnerable, and he knew it.

But fuck it, right? Yeah! Fuck it!

"Fuck it!" Sam growled out loud. Realising he made no sense, he corrected himself. "I mean, suck it!"

Hearing a chuckle from the other side, Sam heard the magician ask afterwards. "Are you sure? I don't think getting your dick sucked in a men's room would kind of be rude, wouldn't it?"

Growling, Sam smashed his fists against the dividing wall. The bastard was just playing with him now. "Fuck yes, I'm sure! Suck my fucking dick you horny little slut! I know you want it!" The sweat seemed to almost be shrinking his shirt, because he could feel the lowerpartof his belly start to rub up against the wall. But it didn't matter: he wanted - no, needed - to get his cock sucked by the horny magician in the next room.

At some point, it vaguely registered in Sam's head that a public bathroom should have been noisy. They hadn't been disturbed, even though he'd been shouting pretty loudly on a number of occasions.Any other thoughts disappeared when he felt the warm lips wrapping around his cock.

It felt like the guy had sucked all of the air out his lungs using his shaft. Sam leaned back, feeling his eyes roll up in his head. Now it wasn't just his head and his cock that was throbbing, with every wet slurp the sensation seemed to spread through his whole body. It felt good: really good.

It does feel good just letting all that rage out as soon as you feel it, huh?

Sam grabbed his ass, peeling the torn boxer fabric away from his round, sweaty buttocks. He grabbed the round muscles in his hands, the bones and sinews twinging with pain at random times. Sweat trailed down his legs, turning his thick, hairy legs into even more of a sweaty mess than they were before. His hands pressed against the wall, the soaked shirt feeling exceedingly tight, especially with the jacket that seemed to have caught up around his arms.

With a loud crack coming from his back, Sam grunted and ground his crotch up against the wall, his cock sliding into the hot mouth on the other side. It felt really weird: the guy had seemed clean-shaven, but he could feel something tickling his crotch, as though the guy hadn't shaved for at least a couple of days. The two front teeth scraped slightly against the top of his cock, as though they were larger. The lips were tight around his shaft, but he couldn't tell if it had gotten bigger - which it sometimes felt like it did when he was really turned on - or the magician's mouth was smaller than he thought.

Rubbing his belly up against the wall - which felt good, considering how itchy his skin had started to feel - Sam shimmied out of his jacket; it was way too tight. It fell with a heavy thump onto the ground. Spreading his legs apart some more - he was sure he hadn't been sliding his legs together, but he couldn't think of any other reason why he'd feel so strange standing that way. Blood burning red hot as his heart pounded through his chest. Resting his forehead against the wall, he rubbed his face against the wall, completely ignoring all the nastiness that was probably all over them.

Feeling the magician's drool run down his shaft, Sam grunted, pushing up against the wall. That was, for some reason, getting more difficult to do, as though the glory hole that had appeared was getting smaller. His balls felt heavier too: he reached down to cup them in his hands, enjoying the weight. "Bit odd I can't feel any pubic hair down there," he thought, before the magician pushed the tip of his tongue into the swollen slit at the end of his cock, backing up the steady stream of fluid his big balls were pumping out.

Forcing his cock with another thrust into the hole, he suddenly felt something cold and metallic clamp around his shaft. Sam grunted, pulling back; the magician had stopped sucking him off now, leaving him angry at being left pent up. Slamming his body up against the dividing wall, he tried to loosen it, but it didn't work: he was stuck.

"What's the fucking big idea?" Sam asked threateningly, his voice coming out surprisingly deep. He continued to slam up against the wall, his stubborn erection keeping him trapped. Feeling the veins bulge in his arms, and his muscles tense up, he slammed his arms against the wall; his eyes catching the unusual sight of streaks of grey running up the arms. The muscles underneath seemed firmer too, as though his rage and lust had turned into exercise: the veins that had bulged before were visible, tracing a meandering route across the surface of unusually firm biceps and triceps, spreading out like a thick blue tree sprouting around his forearms.

Despite being locked, the door slammed open: Sam immediately recognised who it was that entered the stall, even though it was impossible. There was no possible way that the young, weedy magician could have changed into such an elaborate, life-like rabbit costume so quickly. "Nice costume," he grunted, the wall shaking as he tried to yank his cock through again.

"Thanks," the strangely intense white rabbit answered, a tongue running over the flesh lining the edges of his furred lips playfully. "I put a lot of work into looking human, as you can probably appreciate."

"Right," Sam huffed, "now let me go!"

Waggling one white-furred finger at his captive, the rabbit - slowly undressing from the magic costume he was still wearing - told him. "Not until I've had my fun first; I like having a good look at the subject when the more detailed stuff is happening. Like this, for instance."

Sam winced immediately, as a sharp, spiky sensation erupted from his heart, throbbing as it travelled down his body. Pressing his greying flesh up against the wall, he yelled in pain, sliding his thickening legs further apart as the sensation passed down into his lower spine.

"It's nice to have something to hold on to," the rabbit magician explained, sporting a big, throbbing erection from a white furry sheath, accentuated by being surrounded by a slender, white-furred torso. Sam twisted his neck around, feeling the spiky sensation push out of his body, a protuberance that could only be described as a tail blossoming out of him rapidly. Like an increasing amount of him, it was covered in grey skin, with equally grey, long hairs forming a tassel on the end.

Cracking his furry fingers before slapping Sam hard on the ass - the latter surprised at feeling only a dull twinge from the very strong smack the rabbit had given him - the magician then grabbed onto his hips. "Spread those legs for me, big boy," he ordered.

"No, fuck you!" Sam growled, ignoring the twinge of excitement he had at the idea. His hips tried to smash through the wall, but despite his growing strength and size, the dividing wall seemed almost ridiculously sturdy, at least to his attempts to force himself free. The metal dug into his continually-swelling cock; the ring seemed to expand, but only just enough to keep from cutting off the feeling, and didn't do anything to help sate the need to rut that, if left unsatisfied, was going to push him into a blind rage. He could already feel it burning through him; his thickening nails clacked against the wall as his hands closed into fists.

"We already did that," the magic rabbit-man answered blithely. "But now I'm bored and horny. Not quite as horny as you - although you're about to get a lot hornier once I'm done with you."

Sam shook his head; the room was starting to look strange to him. His whole head - even the skull - seemed to throb and expand as what had changed him spread throughout that. A broad tongue played across his greying, thick lips. "No way!" he insisted, his voice an unrecognisable deep rumble now, "You're not going to fuck me!"

"Are you going to stop me?" the rabbit wondered. In response, Sam swung his arm around, and kicked and stomped his legs. The rabbit just jumped on his back, surprisingly strong legs wrapping around his torso and squeezing him tight. Sam bucked and writhed with what movement the wall permitted, trying to shake off the human rabbit with the hot, dripping erection.

Along with turning grey, Sam's skin seemed to be turning thick and hard. His chest began to swell, the fabric of his shirt tightening around him. It was already riding up, a long torso covered with heavy, shapeless muscle spilling out from the tight fabric that only seemed to cover a little bit across his broad shoulders. Somehow, the rabbit slipped his foot down, sliding it between his legs, kicking at the heavy sack hanging thickly between his legs. He roared as they bounced off the walls, setting him off the tempo he had with the infuriatingly unsatisfying thrusts.

The magic rabbit scrambled up his body: Sam realised that he was getting taller and wider as well. Furry hands wrapped around his ears, yanking them up. They seemed to turn into putty, sliding up his head just as the pounding in it got too much. Suddenly, the whole front of his face started to bulge, as though he'd been face-fucked by a beehive. It didn't feel much better as the flesh and bone grew into a twisted shape. A distorted nose and thick lips bulged into an animalistic snout, filled with large, yellowed teeth. Thick pimples seemed to appear on the bridge of this new, elongated nose, bursting painfully as a pair of heavy horns erupted from his face. Each blink seemed to give him a different view as his expanding skull shifted his eyes in their sockets into a new location.

With a playful rub of his white hand, Sam's greying hair sloughed easily off the top of his completely animalistic head. "There we go! All done up top, so now let's see to you down below."

Steam poured out of Sam's new nostrils, his mouth fumbling to try to say something. It was nearly impossible, as nothing seemed to be in the right place. Instead, he just decided to bellow menacingly, smashing his horned head into the wall in front of him to try to do something. At this stage, it didn't matter what: get free, shake the rabbit off, get someone else's attention.

The nimble rabbit avoided everything Sam tried to do to get rid of him, as though the steadily-growing form was nothing more than a gentle breeze. "Great," the rabbit commented, claws digging into his victim's ass cheeks, "almost done down here too. You're a big tough guy now, it's going to be nice to be a little rough with you."

True to his word, the rabbit-man's cock pushed up against Sam's hole; it, too, had expanded, but he still winced and screamed as he felt the hot insistent force pushing into his ass. His large fingers - thick flesh filling in between some of them as four slowly merged into two - cracked into the wall as renewed desperation tried to get him to free himself, spurred on by the feeling of the slick, large cock pushing through his sphincter.

Sam growled; that's when he heard the tear. His initial worry was that, somehow, his thickened hide had somehow split from the strain of his transformation; the wet flapping against his back didn't help to discourage that mental image. It slowly dawned on him that it was his shirt: it had finally given way under the strain, the fabric beginning to basically disintegrate as the rabbit fucked him.

This... this is actually kind of fun.

Sam was pretty sure nobody would have been as surprised by this realisation as he had. Being fucked hurt - he hadn't been before, and the rabbit wasn't holding back anything - but some of it was starting to feel nice. His prostate, or whatever the equivalent was in his new body, was being stimulated by the rabbit magician's huge cock, and it provided some welcome stimulation to his own raging erection, swollen and elongated and having gone its own transformation into something a bit more beastly. Not only that, but being fucked in the ass unwillingly - well, sort-of unwillingly now - gave him a very well defined target for his rage.

Bits of Sam's shirt sprinkled down off of him as the rabbit-man's thrusts got faster, his cock swelling and pushing into the rhinoceros-man-shaped body Sam had been growing into with surprising haste. His fist smacked up against the wall, roaring with rage as he felt the heat of friction in the muscles of his sphincter, a satisfying crunch as the dividing wall gave way a little more. He groaned, and stomped his feet, aware of the swelling of some of his toes together. Shoes weren't designed for his kind of feet any more, and he hoped as he kicked and smashed them up against the wall, they'd start to fall apart too. Jerking his legs apart, he got a swift rebuke from the rabbit - who punched him in his big, heavy-skinned ass - while managing to tear apart the legs of his jeans through the seam in the middle.

"You bastard!" Sam swore mentally, his heart pumping excitedly as he delved into the role his new body allowed him. "When I get out of here, I'm going to crush you!" A shiver of excitement went up his spine. The rabbit thrust extra hard then; Sam's own cock drooled excitedly. The dents in the wall told him that, with a bit of patience, he could actually escape. Only now he was having a good time, so didn't want to. He reached down, touching the huge nipples that stuck out of his round pectorals, giving them a nice squeeze.

"What are you doing?" the rabbit enquired; Sam quickly covered up his enjoyment by releasing his nipples and shoving the wall hard - but not too hard - and roaring angrily. Seeming to pick up on the fact the wall was going to give way soon, the rabbit punched up the speed of his thrusts. He too started to grunt, peppering the air with short threats. "You like that, don't you, you big bitch?"

Sam grinned, pretending to try to free himself while pushing himself back onto the waiting cock. "You bet your little ass I do," he thought, staring at the wall. His own shaft oozed all down the length, and his partially-freed toes could feel the steadily-growing puddle of his juices as it crept underneath the flimsy dividing wall.His balls were hurting, almost unable to keep up with the rapid stimulation of his prostate.

Feeling the rabbit grab on to him and slam in all the way, Sam finally felt release. Unable to hold back the swelling tide, the metal cock ring snapped. The dividing wall started to shudder from the force of the hot sexual fluids gushing up the length of Sam's rhinoceros-like cock. He groaned, his ability to play at fighting back weakened as a potent rush of relaxing chemicals doused his brain like petrol, soaking in just enough to start to burn with pleasure as his aching balls filled the void his ejaculating was leaving in his shaft.

With his captive's body relaxing, the rabbit seemed ready, thrusting up and jackhammering away. Sam roared in pleasure, feeling himself almost get harder still as being fucked send a second wave of pleasure rattling around his brain. Rabbit claws ran down his side, trying to dig in but doing no real lasting damage to Sam's thick rhino hide.

"There we go, you little bitch," the rabbit grunted through clenched jaws. Sam quickly felt his ass filling with hot fluids as the rabbit came inside of him; it burned his intestines and his raw ring which stretched more with each quiver of ejaculation that ran up the rabbit's shaft. A few more rapid thrusts later, and the rabbit too was sagging in post-orgasm bliss.

Hearing the rabbit's ragged breath, Sam decided that now was the time to act. Building up all his considerable strength, he let it out with a roar as he pushed on the dividing wall. The cheap board underneath the painted surface gave way, splintering as he tore through it with his fingers.

Not bad.

The remaining walls and floor of the other stall was sprayed with a pretty considerable load of cum, which Sam felt immensely proud of. His cock, which was massive and had a slightly weirder shape, was covered in bulging veins - much like the rest of him - and seemed to push out of a thick ring of skin that nestled above and between his thick sack, attached to his surprisingly firm-feeling gut.

Sam was surprisingly quick, reaching around behind him. He pulled the rabbit out of him, an almost wet cork-popping sound coming from his ass as the removal of the cock freed the heavy trickle of cum. With the splinters of the dividing wall around him, Sam dropped the rabbit on top of his cock. "It's almost like he wanted to be caught," he realised; there was no way he could have moved that fast otherwise.

"So what are you going to do to me now?" the rabbit asked, raising his hand up and planting it on Sam's chest. Electricity seemed to dance through Sam's body for a moment. Fingers probed through his mind.

Thanks for that, I feel a lot better now.

"Wait, what?" The rabbit looked genuinely surprised, his red eyes glowing in confusion.

Sam grinned.

I might not have done magic in years, and definitely not the type you practice, but I haven't forgotten the art of the misdirection, or of figuring things out.

A curious grin spread across the rabbit's face. "Go on," he urged.

"Well," Sam answered aloud, his brain taking a little time to catch up that he could talk aloud once again, "I imagine you did something either to us or the bathroom, since there's no normal way we wouldn't have been heard and interrupted."

With a snap of his fingers, the rabbit showed that, just out of sight of the stall doors was a wide, green field. Farm animals - mostly donkeys - milled about, eating grass. "Clever, for a human," he sniffed.

Sam tapped the larger of his two rhino horns. "Not really human any more though, right?" He stretched, enjoying the rabbit's annoyed reaction as his softening cock slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm guessing this was to be some kind of appropriate punishment? You turn me into a big angry animal, something like that?"

"Right again," the rabbit explained, leading them out of the stall and into the field. It looked like a corner of the station's bathroom had been ripped out and stuck on some farmer's land; at least until the rabbit snapped his fingers and it disappeared without a trace, taking with it all of Sam's torn clothes. "This is getting a little boring for me."

"Well, I'm definitely guilty," Sam grinned at the rabbit. "And I accept my punishment." He breathed in heavily; the air felt unnaturally clean. Dropping on to his knees, he slid on to all fours; he was still approximately humanoid in shape, so while it was surprisingly comfortable, it wasn't exactly natural. The rabbit's drooping, sticky cock dangled in front of his snout, his eye wandered between it and the rabbit's face. "I don't think I'm going to be fixed though. I may need to be punished again."

The rabbit scowled; Sam laughed. "Damned amateur magicians," the rabbit grumbled. "I should just turn you completely into a rhinoceros for a while, but I'm now worried you'd enjoy that too."

"To be honest," Sam answered with a big grin, "I probably would. Just live, not have to worry about thinking for a while... sounds pretty good."

"Well, don't think you're getting off completely scot free," the rabbit warned, grabbing on to Sam's horn. "I can always turn you into a rhino and gift you to a poacher."

"I'm sure I can be of some use to you here, sir," Sam answered.

"Sir?" the rabbit mused, tapping Sam's horn. "I quite like that." He snapped his fingers; Sam felt a slight weight dig into his neck as a collar magicked around himself. Running his finger around the cool, hard metal, he noticed it was imprinted with some text.

Property of Alakazam

Sam shivered with excitement.

"Well, slave," Alakazam ordered, pointing at some farm buildings in the distance. "There's some stalls to muck out and a few more prisoners to meet. Get off your lazy ass and make yourself useful."

Sam bowed, grinning as he got off his feet and walked over to the barn.