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“Wizard's Play"

“Welcome! Welcome to my shop!"

The spritely old bearded man had come through the door at the back of the room with such vigor and excitement that it nearly sent Alex headed toward the front door immediately. He turned and looked at the older man's blue eyes peering into his own, his heart having skipped a few beats from the sudden shock and excitement of the shop owner's expressions. He put a hand on his chest and looked around, trying to find someone else this man could possibly be speaking to, but found no one around. “Holy shit old man! You need to ease off the coffee!"

“Oh, no, no, no. No coffee for me. Makes me too jittery, but if you'd like I serve up a fabulous tea!" He was almost flamboyant in his expressions, which made Alex more nervous.

“Uhh... no thanks."

The man shrugged and laughed. “Well then, I'm at a loss for words. It's been a couple of days since anyone's come in, so I'm jumping the gun a bit. Are you here for any reason? Tarot cards? Crystal balls? Bleh, poppycock I tell you. Those are no substitute for a good wizard with a strong constitution. You understand my meaning?"

“Not... really?" Alex said. “I just thought this place looked interesting and I came in to have a look around." He smiled politely. “I didn't expect Merlin to come from out of nowhere and scare the living shit out of me."

“Tsk. Merlin's the name everybody knows, become the right hand to the greatest King that England has ever seen and all of a sudden you're famous for centuries! I swear I never hear the end of it. But nobody's ever heard of Archibald Kraester." He extended a hand. “But you can call me Archie, for short."

“Archie?"

The man shrugged, taking back his unshaken hand. “Well...I figured I'd keep with the times; Archie is certainly easier to remember. So I decided to stick with it." He straightened the pointed hat on top of his head and smiled politely. “So... there's nothing in particular that has your attention?"

Alex pondered as his eyes looked over several small items in the cabinet; labeled 'Wands' by a small white sign hanging from the glass. “Oh...are these... real wands?" He asked, taking in the ones in particular with gold accents.

“They're as... real... as you want them to be sir." He said. “If you want them to cast magic, they can. But unfortunately you need to be versed in how to wield magic in order to use them. Otherwise, they're simply decorative sticks to put on display. They are pretty though, no? I suppose that's a type of magic; an aesthetic magic."

“What about those?" Alex asked, pointing at several dark crystal balls lining the walls. “Or are those the crystal balls with the plug in lightning?"

“Oh these are Crystal Balls." Archie announced as he extracted one from the wall; it immediately illuminated with a cloud of purple electricity bouncing from the skin touching the glass. “They can offer visions of the past, or of the future. This one in particular can even illuminate the character of a man." He handed the orb to Alex, who was immediately enthralled when the lightning within became a swirling mass of red that began to bounce across the glass like cracks webbing across the surface.

His eyes widened as he looked into it and could see strange shapes within. They were hard to make out. “Is...this one broken? I can't see anything in it."

Archie paused a moment before taking the orb back. “That's a peculiar thing about an ever-changing fate." He said. “The further ahead it is, the harder it is to make out. Of course...depending on the man it could also be clearer or obscure even a day or two ahead."

“Not much for fortune telling then?"

Archie shrugged. “Well, young man. It also depends how versed you are with magic and fortunes. Tell me, have you ever ridden a great dragon through the aether, beyond the realm and into the worlds beyond? Worlds of fire and brimstone or of atmosphere and light?"

“...no?"

“Well, then your visions will be fairly more clouded than others." He laughed. “Still I am impressed you were able to make out shapes in the glass. That's more than most people ever get."

“Okay then..." Alex pondered as he took a step back. His eyes then turned to stacks of books on the rack and his curiosity drew him closer to them. “And what about these, are these... magic spellbooks?"

“Recipe books for the most part." Archie explained. “Spellbooks are far too dangerous to simply sell to the average person, but these are mostly harmless alchemical recipes. Some of these books are almost three centuries old. Pristine conditioned, the oldest... well the oldest of which probably worth about twelve...thirteen hundred dollars to auction. Of course...those are more my special reserve, to the eclectic buyers who are serious about the craft."

“You're talking like they're real magic." Alex rolled his eyes.

Archie's expression only moved slightly as he stared at the young man, sliding a book back into place. “Yes. Well, of course we all know there's no such thing as magic in this day and age. Right?"

Alex left the shop with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He was a scrawny young man in a thin leather vest, his arms exposed due to the combination of it and the tanktop he wore underneath it. Sleeves of color that extended down to his wrists; skulls, knives, randomly violent phrases but it was almost like the old man in the shop had completely ignored his outer appearance; almost like he was treating him like a normal human being. It was a cold day today; he was underdressed, and it was part of the reason he chose that particular shop to case. He rounded the corner and walked to the alley the next street over, passing through the alley, he reached his destination and knocked on the door he walked up to. What was it again? Three knocks, followed by two long ones...the door clicked and a pair of eyes appeared in the port near the top of the door.

“What the fuck do you want?" A gruff voice asked from within.

“I need to speak with Walt."

The eyes narrowed staring at him. “What do you want, rat bait? He's busy right now."

“I got my mark." Alex said. “I'm gonna need the equipment to hit it."

The voice behind the eyes made a long, exasperated sigh before the port closed and the door opened a second later. “In." He said. Alex followed him in. “You better have something good, rat bait. He won't be happy if you have some half-assed plan."

Alex ignored the constant use of “rat bait" as his name. It was there he knew he could be something better. His size was an advantage; he could easily slip in and out of a robbery without a problem, he'd been eager to prove himself to the boss and maybe move up a little bit. Maybe enough to really maintain rent at an apartment. At the moment he was living off of scraps and was getting tired of squeezing off his sister-in-law, living under her roof and following her rules. He needed to get out, and in order to do that, he knew he needed something big to strike at. It would give him the respect he needed. Despite the fact that Archie seemed like a kind old man, he knew he had to take advantage of that and he was more than happy to if it meant he'd get in better with his gang.

“Rat bait! Come on in!" Don Cornello was a very large man, both by reputation and physically, his fat face only served to disgust Alex as he stepped into the room, but he always swallowed his disgust behind his teeth, hoping to get in good with the gang meant having to like the man. Maybe someday he could be sitting where Don sits. “So, my boys tell me you got a mark?"

“Oh yessir." Alex nodded vehemently. “Yes I was looking into the Corner Crystal." There was a sudden...awkward pause as everyone in the room went silent at the name of the shop he'd visited. He looked around cautiously. “I get it! I get it! But I don't fucking believe in the rumors. I think I can take him for what he's worth. But I need equipment, I need a couple of people and some money to make it happen."

Don leaned forward, and placed his hands over his lips. “Rat bait... are you sure this is how you wanna be remembered? Robbing a shop everyone's afraid to touch? Possibly stealing priceless, valuable relics to make your boss several thousands of dollars? Even...getting cursed?"

“You believe whatever you want to sir. I'm not afraid of curses!"

“Heh." Don said, leaning back again. “I can see that. You got potential kid, so I'm gonna trust you with this job." Hearing this made Alex gleeful. “But...nobody's gonna do this job with you. If you want it, you're gonna have to do it on your own."

Alex's expression fell. “But...?"

“Now I'm gonna give you the gear you need, any equipment you want is at your disposal. But I ain't gonna risk my men for this...well...this crazy crusade of yours." He snickered. “But...but you do right, then maybe..." He pinched his fingers together. “There's a tiny chance that you could be another rising crook in our little family. How would you feel to a cut of the profits, maybe a few lackeys to call your own?"

Alex's heart skipped a beat. “Th-that would be amazing!"

“Then we could stop calling you Rat Bait...and maybe start calling you “The" Rat? How do you like that?"

“Y-yes! I'd like that a lot!"

Don smiled. “Good. Then get what you need, when do you plan to re-visit our old friend Archibald?"

“Tonight. He won't expect a thing!" He said excitedly. “Thank you--thank you so much for this chance!"

“Remember. Rat bait." Don said, raising a finger. “It's only a chance. So do us proud so we can do you proud, eh?"

***

It was well after dark by the time Alex left for the Corner Crystal; despite it being so close and so valuable, he was amazed that no one had ever thought to take the place before. It was guarded by an old man, he was too kind too naive to really understand the nature of some people. He had cased the place pretty thoroughly and knew that he had only a triggered alarm on the door. As he approached, the checked around to see if there was anyone else on the street, and made his way down the alley toward the building's side door. He used one of the tools he'd gotten from Don to disable the laser-triggers on the door, and expertly picked the lock. Opening the door, he slipped inside unnoticed. He disabled the interruption tool to keep any delayed alarm from triggering as he moved inside.

It was very different after dark. As Alex moved his way toward the front shop he could have sworn it felt much smaller when he'd entered earlier. The shelves were lined far too high, and where before there were maybe five rows of these books he couldn't see past them all. There had to be at least fifty. The space he'd walked into was much larger than he remembered, and the shelves seemed to stretch all the way to the starry-filled skylight above. And even that seemed to subtly move as he walked through the place. He'd come in search of a few valuables, and after ten minutes of wandering, he realized he had gotten turned around and had become completely lost. Every sign of the doorway he'd entered had vanished, and he found himself now wandering the corridor, peering into shelves. After about an hour or so, Alex finally sat down; his legs exhausted from the neverending rows of books, a veritable maze of confusion. He slumped against a bookcase and groaned. “Oh what the fuck am I gonna do?" He asked himself. He checked his watch; it was just after midnight... but it felt like it was just after midnight an hour ago. He shook his watch and put his wrist up to his ear to listen; it was still running, he thought.

Alex got up again, but his head bumped into the shelf, and to his horror he watched as a large crystal ball stumbled from the top shelf. It dropped past his face, a glowing golden blob of light making a strange shape at him as it hit the ground. He expected it to shatter, but instead it bounced and began to roll off into the darkness. Curiously, Alex followed the bouncing crystal ball, eventually catching up to it as it rolled up against another shelf. As he picked it up, he felt a burning sensation on his hands, like lava and he yelped, releasing it. Suddenly the crystal was gone and he found himself staring at a shelf that looked like a rickety mahogany color of wood. Curiously, he reached out and pulled a book from the shelf. It snapped open to a page and a passage revealed itself to him:

“Grant thee heart's desire...the strength of man times three; a hearty chest and...a mustache that causes...jealousy..." That doesn't even rhyme..." He mused as he put his finger to the underside of his bare nose and realized in shock that he felt hair growing there. He yelped and grabbed a crystal ball that was seated on the shelf. He looked into it and stared at his own reflection as a mustache began to fade in under his lip. He went to go pull his gaze away when he felt a sudden pain in his arms. “ARGH!" He exclaimed as he grabbed his chest and collapsed to the ground. “Wh-what is... ha--happening?!" He asked himself as he felt his arms bust out a little bit more than he was used to. He looked down at himself and found he'd actually grown a bit in muscle tone. He stood up, nervously looking at the softball sized biceps on his arms, his actual V-shape between his shoulders and his hips. “Oh, hey. I could get used to this..." He said to himself, finally getting to his feet again. “I wonder what else this old man has hidden around here?"

Alex continued to follow along the bookshelves, pausing every so often to examine some item or trinket. As he examined a strange glowing book, a sound caught his attention. He looked up quickly to see a door near the end of the hallway...but how? That door looks like it's in the middle of the hallway. He quickly ducked behind a shelf, then peeked around the corner to see Archibald step into view. He yawned and was dressed in a silken robe that draped over his lean shoulders, almost barely clinging onto his body. Archie was lean, but well built and an occasional glance as he walked it looked like he was...naked under his robe? Alex didn't realize he was actually gawking for a few seconds before shaking his head. “Wait what the fuck?" He said to himself, actually sounding a little disgusted for staring at the wizard. He wasn't gay, he'd never looked at another man like that before...but something kept on pulling his attention toward the man. As he returned his gaze to Archie, he saw that he was walking away. He resisted the urge to call out to him; he'd almost forgotten he'd come in here to rob the place. Instead he carefully watched as Archibald gained some distance and then he slowly made his way after him.

As he jogged after the wizard, he ducked back behind a shelf every now and again, just to check and make sure Archie didn't look back. By the fourth shelf he saw Archibald turn around and he quickly ducked back behind the shelf. It wobbled and a small glass vial dropped from above him, he didn't have a chance to react and it shattered on the floor, immediately flooding him with a noxious fog-like billowing cloud of smoke. He gagged and clapped his hands over his mouth to keep from coughing loudly. He looked and saw that Archibald had turned and noticed the gas, starting toward him, Alex quickly rushed the other direction, keeping himself hidden by the smoke until he made it two shelves down. He couldn't cough, he choked down the urge as he felt his throat tingling madly. He watched as Archie investigated the shattered vial, and with a wave of his hand, he cleared the smoke in an instant. Gathering the smoke like cotton candy, he directed it back into the vial and closed it. He looked around for a moment and then put the vial back where it had fallen from and walked off again.

Finally, Alex let out a cough to clear his lungs and was alarmed by the sound that came out of him. “What the--what happened to my voice?!" His shriek sounded like a rumbling boulder, it had gotten at least three octaves deeper. His voice rumbled loudly and he clapped his hands over his mouth again in surprise. He didn't want to alert Archie to his location, but what did that smoke do to him? As he held his face again, he realized the mustache that had begun growing on his lip had gotten so much thicker and curved up; like a handlebar mustache. He ran his finger along the hair and he felt his heart pounding harder. “How...what is happening to me?" He asked as he got up and began to panic a little bit. It was then that he realized he wasn't even watching where the wizard had gone. He looked out from behind the shelf and noticed the wizard was gone. “Oh, fuck." He growled, still surprised at the sound of his own voice, but he didn't linger on it and he ran toward the dark corridor to try and catch up with Archibald; or where he was headed.

Alex ran for a couple minutes now, but then suddenly the entire room around him went pitch black. He staggered in dizziness and realized that now what it looked like an art gallery. He froze and looked around at the sudden change of atmosphere. “What...the fuck?" He asked himself before talking as he turned around to see large paintings hanging from the walls. Each painting depicted massive and muscular men in various stances. Some in battle, some plowing and farming in fields under bright, burning suns. As he walked past the paintings and admired them, he could almost feel the environments bleeding from the artwork. After a few moments and several paintings along the gallery, not only could he feel the strange weather effects coming off of them; the warmth of sunlight, the chill of a snowy field, even a misty spray of an oceanside battle. He turned in confusion as he started to hear metal banging, one of the paintings had come to life where a skilled blacksmith was striking steel with a massive hammer; his muscles were flexing, he was a huge hulk of a man with burning red eyes. His body was like a mountain of muscle and he was breathing roughly. He brought his hammer up again, then brought it down hard; the sound of metal banging hit his ears, then he watched as sparks fell from the painting and suddenly the sparks caught the painting on fire. It happened so abruptly that Alex jumped back. He watched as the painting became engulfed in flames. He watched as the fire framed the man in the painting who was still striking his hammer to the anvil, and the man looked up and looked into Alex's eyes, making eye contact with him. For a moment, Alex couldn't look away, and he watched as the man's crimson red eyes suddenly became green eyes--his eyes. He gasped as he finally pulled himself away from the stare and turned around to suddenly run into a figure that had appeared behind him. Even with Alex's newly doubled size, this man was still twice that and his massive arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“Wh-what are you doing?!" He asked, trying to push the figure away.

The figure tightened his grip into a bear hug and stared deeply into Alex's eyes; Alex couldn't help but feel a deep arousal being held like this, locked in place against the body of a nearly naked muscular man hugging himself deeper and deeper. Alex could feel his body pulse in response, not just his arousal but also from some sort of flood of energy that was filling him. He looked at himself and saw that this man's figure was melting into his body, increasing its size as it filled him. He wanted to scream, he wanted to pull away but he could feel a wave of warmth wash over him. The man then brought his lips forward and kissed him, Alex froze; he'd never been kissed by a man before and could taste it like intoxication. He moaned and just like with his body, this figure melted into his face until he was gone and Alex was on the floor.

He felt a sudden tightness, not just in his pants, but in all of his clothes now. His body was shaking as he looked down and watched his muscles beginning to expand. He gasped as his chest burst through the fabric of his shirt, and he was forced to grab the fabric and tear it away. His thighs began to tighten, he could hear his jeans ripping down the sides as his size increased, narrowly avoiding his pants ripping off entirely, the legs of his jeans were so shredded that by the time he could stand up, the fabric was hanging in tatters around his legs. He now had a hulking size, he was half naked, his pants ripped as though the Hulk had gotten angry in them and he was now standing again in a black void; the paintings of this room were completely gone. What was happening to him now? Alex placed his hands over his face and let out a growl of frustration before realizing that his fingers were touching more hair on his face than was there before, and as he felt down he realized even further that he had grown a thick beard in the few moments with the painting, and that his body now matched the blacksmith's in that painting.

He looked at his massive hands, and trailed his fingers along the massive muscle now occupying his frame; he'd actually become that man, and as he realized this, suddenly the floor vanished out from under him and he let out a gruff, horrifying roar as he plummeted into the darkness under him. As he fell, Alex watched as several full-body mirrors flew up past him, revealing his reflection in each of them, and even a few revealing his reflection before his transformation. After a while he didn't even know which one was his current look and which one was the one he used to have. He tumbled through the air and gazed down to see the shape of another mirror appearing below him. He watched as his reflection grew closer and closer; and realizing he had nowhere he could run, he instead turned the fall into a controlled dive and plunged directly into the smooth glass surface; it broke like water and he was suddenly floating as his fall slowed he found his feet were finally settling onto the ground again and with an almost dramatic pose, he touched down on the floor resting onto his knee and one of his fists before gravity released his entire frame and letting him feel the true heft of it. He gasped as the sound of clapping could be heard and he looked up to see Archibald at the top of a short set of stairs, applauding as he came down to meet him. “Very nice. Very entertaining, Alexander." He admitted. He smiled coyly. “And I must say you've certainly grown into a fine hulk of a man."

“Y-you...did this?" Alex asked in confusion.

Archie slowed his approach some, and smiled as he looked over the barely dressed man. “No, actually you did it Alex, with your meddling in my things. You caused the spell that made you larger and a little more detectable, you knocked the vial down that caused your voice change, you wandered into my gallery where the blacksmith's shadow made you even bigger. So you see...everything that happened to you was your doing." He smirked as he walked past and with a snap of his fingers he said. “Except this." And in an instant Alex felt his pants vanish from around his waist, his new, massive cock dropping free in an instant. Archie smiled coyly at him. “That was my doing."

“Are you fucking crazy?!" Alex shouted as he covered his crotch with his hands, finding it hard to do, his half-hard cock difficult to hide as Archie walked around him. “Put me back to normal right now and-and give me my clothes or--"

“I think not." Archie's voice suddenly echoed in Alex's mind, making him gasp in surprise. “You are the one caught trying to rob me; as if I'd be so naive to not see your intentions the moment I saw you in my shop; you are going to have to try harder than that." He clicked his tongue as he approached again, the soothing comfort of his silk robe grazing Alex's exposed skin. Alex's face turned red. “Oh... oh my you've never been with another man, have you?" He smiled wickedly. “Oh this...this is too precious."

“I'm...I'm straight, Archibald. I've never been with a man because I'm not interested in men!"

His smile broadened. “But your body isn't agreeing with you..." He said as he stepped closer and he ran his hand along the underside of his shaft. He watched Alex tremble and blush brighter before he leaned in. “I think you need a crash course, don't you?" He raised a cane seemingly out of nowhere. “Don't worry, I'll just watch for the first round." He said as he waved the stick, the end giving a subtle blue glow.

“W-watch me what do you--MEAAAAN?!"

Alex was suddenly grabbed from behind by a pair of massive arms as they picked him up and threw him to the ground. He looked up to see Archibald had seated himself on a nearby chair that had floated up out of the floor and under him just as he seated himself. A larger version of the wizard had appeared before him and took immediate advantage of him. He grabbed Alex's ass and squeezed the flesh firmly, pushing with his weight down on the man's rear. Alex gasped in surprise as he felt this...doppelganger of Archie's tongue slide against his flesh. He let out a moan as the thick tongue worked from his taint all the way to his hole. He felt the firmness of Archie's grasp pulling his cheeks apart and another slamming of his tongue straight into him. “AHHH! F-ffffuuuuckkk!" He moaned softly as his fingers clutched at the floor. His cock grew hard in a hurry and the flesh even slapped against his stomach as the invading tongue began to work him from wall to wall of his anal lining, his tongue probing deeper and harder with every eager swabbing of his ass. A sensation that was completely new to Alex and yet...he couldn't understand how he'd never experienced this before. He gasped and sighed loudly, feeling that tongue hook the edge of his hole and pull as if trying to draw him closer. His firm grip moving from his ass to his hips in order to pull it harder and drive his tongue in deeper. Alex howled out and gasped, feeling the wizard's tongue filling him. He glanced at Archibald, who had opened his robe and was still seated on the chair, his hand gliding over his cock as his double had his way with him. He could see Archie's tongue moving even with his mouth closed; he was somehow linked to this double, he was somehow feeling everything too, and somehow this was turning Alex on even more.

“Oh, ahh... f-fuck..." Alex found himself repeating over and over again, he could feel his new and massive cock throbbing under him, precum dripping out as the tongue worked into him deeper and deeper. He'd never thought being with another guy would feel so good. He felt his muscles pulse and throb, he felt his cock bounce under him, feeling how wet his ass was getting, he could feel how hot his face was getting, he could see Archibald was getting more and more aroused as his double ate him out thoroughly. He could feel a surge of his climax approaching fast and before he knew it, he was beginning to pump thick ropes of cum into the ground under him. “AHHHH! Nnnh!" It was the first time he'd ever cum this fast and without his hands on top of that, but he could feel the wet warmth of his cum splattering across his lowered chest and stomach. The double kept on going though, he saw that look of acknowledgement coming from the wizard as he changed the gestures on his hands.

Alex felt a thick cock resting in between his cheeks, the beast form of Archibald's double looming up and over him as he pressed his tip against Alex's warm, tight hole. He gasped as he felt the cock pressure against his ass, he felt his muscles fold in as the cock began to push inward and he howled out in agony as the massive cock began to push into him. “A-Archie... fuck! Ahh! Fuck!" He panted and his arms folded under him to keep him from being flung back and forth under his weight. As the cock slid in deeper he panted and slowly moved his ass back against the girth invading him, he was panting and trembling as he pushed in deeper and deeper. He looked over at Archibald who had what looked like a big blue ring floating over his cock. It was throbbing and twitching as he used his fingers to guide the ring along his shaft. Hardly noticing between his lustful moans; Alex realized that the ring was moving in time with the beast fucking him, of course. It was as if Archie was penetrating him from across the room, that ring actually represented his ass and as he pushed it in deeper, he could feel Archie's double fucking him all the way to the hilt, again and again, making him slam his hands on the floor and spread his fingers out as if he were trying to grab ahold of it too. He felt Archie's hands tighten around his ass as he thrust in further and harder, a heavy pair of balls thumping against his own as he lifted his hips higher and higher.

“Nnnh oh yes... nice and tight..." He heard Archibald's double hiss through his teeth as he pressed down on Alex again and again. Alex writhed under him, still feeling the pain of being “broken in" but feeling so much pleasure that he couldn't stop, every thrust resulted in a forced exhale, the pressure on his prostate constant as he lifted his head. Soon enough he could feel Archie's double raking his fingers through his hair, every inch he touched began to feel tingly until his scalp felt like it was electric. Then he heard Archie whispering something; it was some sort of an incantation, something he couldn't understand: “Caro carnis imple desiderium meum, sicut tu perdis te, factus es meus. Carnem hanc pro nostra voluptate portate!"

As he spoke, Alex felt the electricity on his head begin to tingle more and somehow this intensified the man's touch on his scalp. He moaned in spite of himself and saw a brilliant flash of light surround him before quickly evaporating. The sensation had changed; it almost felt normal again, but as the tingles subsided he could feel Archie's fingertips sliding along his scalp and could no longer feel any hair up top. He didn't reach up to check, but he checked and found his beard and mustache; newly grown, were still in place on his face. Somehow...some way, Archibald had caused the hair on his head to completely vanish.

“Nnnhh! AHHH!" He heard Archibald's double groan loudly, a flooding of precum pouring deep into his ass as he wrapped a massive arm around Alex's neck, pulling them harder together and making his back feel like an accordion in response. The double grunted madly and then there was a thick pulsing of heat that began to flood Alex's hole, Alex let out an audible gasp as he was filled, throbbing pulse after pulse shot deep into him and as the pair held close, he could hear Archibald's voice in his ear. “Mmmm yes... oh yes I am ready for you." He whispered. Alex looked to see that Archie was no longer seated in a chair nearby; a growl of pleasure washing over his ear from the double's lips. “Come find me, Alex...I'm not far..." He grunted as he pulled his flesh free from Alex's ass, a thick, wet pulse of cum shooting against his ass as the thick cock rested against his entrance for just a moment before finally Alex was freed from his grasp.

Alex felt the environment change around him again; now he was in a dark forest. Night had fallen again; or perhaps it hadn't even ended yet. He got to his feet and looked at himself, his body hadn't changed back, he stroked his hands over his now completely bare scalp, feeling the folds of skin; no matter how subtle, tingle in response to his groping. “Not far... what could he mean by that?"

He reached down and groped himself, Alex was already quite hard again. His cock pulsed a bit as he touched it. It was extremely sensitive, like this place heightened his senses. As he started to wander this forest, he could see that this world seemed just as real as any other. Even the smells of nature permeating his senses felt real. Enhanced even as he could hear the howling of distant wolves, and the noise made by crickets and other various forest animals. He followed the path he had woken on, which was going in the direction of the setting moon. The closer he got to it, the smaller the moon seemed to get. He began to run, and the moon grew smaller and smaller until it was as small as a door stuck within the branches of a tree. Curious, he reached toward the illumination and as his hand reached it, he could feel a handle and as he grabbed it, the door became like the ornate door into the Corner Crystal. He turned the knob and pushed, and was practically sucked through the frame, landing to his surprise in the middle of a stone tile floor just behind.

Alex looked up and realized that he was back in the store. It was back to the way it should have been; though this late at night, the shop was completely empty. He stood up and looked around, seeing everything was normal. Except for himself: Still massive, still naked...still bald. The sound of a door opening turned his attention to the other side of the room as a wooden door leading to a staircase slowly opened of its own accord. He looked back at the front door; now was his chance, he could get out. He could run back and tell his boss everything he'd learned, maybe even get a promotion out of it...or... his eyes turned back to the doorway and the stairs beyond it. Or he could enter the rabbit hole and indulge his curiosity even more. He felt his heart beating faster as he needed to make a decision. Archie was waiting for him to make it...and he knew what he had to do.

Alex made his way toward the doorway, his heart was beating even faster as he walked toward it; this has been a very strange night, he couldn't help but be curious to what else lay in store. He entered the door and started up the stairs immediately beyond it; they spiraled up, but as they were on the normal human plane...at least he thought he was, he only went up a floor to the second story. As he entered the room, he could see that it was lined in the fiery glow of at least a hundred candles all around the room, he noticed a large, king sized bed at a rest by the wall near an open window exposing the early morning glow beginning to form on the distant horizon. He gasped as a pair of hands suddenly felt the top of his head, making him lower himself ever so slightly so Archibald could reach it. Archie dragged his tongue along the smoothed flesh and kissed it warmly; inhaling sharply as he grasped it with both hands, he was still dressed in nothing but his silken robe. Alex could smell that it held the hint of a cinnamon scent, and it was still barely clinging to the wizard's lean, but well built body. He wanted to touch him, he wanted to disrobe him, but Archie had different plans. He took one of his hands and placed Alex's own hand into it, guiding him as he lowered his lips and gave him a kiss through his thick beard.

“You had the chance to leave...yet you stayed." He said, sounding a mixture of lustful and surprised at the same time as he guided Alex to the foot of the bed and with a push, prompted him to sit on it.

Alex blushed as the man then removed his robes, his impressive body deceiving the look of an “older" man as they slid off him and fell to the floor, his thick erection almost pointing directly at him. “Well... you know..." He said, hinting an air of playfulness. “I mean where am I gonna go looking like this?"

Archie smiled as he pushed Alex's torso back, reclining him slightly as his lips dangled over the man's thick erection. “Mmm indeed?" He whispered as he wrapped his lips around Alex's flesh.

Alex moaned softly as he felt Archie's warm breath wash over his tip and then wrap tightly around it as he slowly slid his mouth down its length. The punk now putty in his hands as he was pushed further still to lean back on his elbow. He felt Archibald's tongue slither around his cock like a snake writhing around it. Warm, wet and slippery, the wizard's soft blue eyes closing as he lustfully swallowed his intruder's length. He traveled from tip to base, he did it again, his tongue leaving behind saliva for every trip he made and his spit poured over Alex's new, hefty balls. Archie took them warmly in his hand and squeezed firmly, making Alex grunt and moan again as his entire body began to tremble. The sounds of the wizard's lips wetly slurping every time he climbed his shaft and went down again echoed through the room and he felt every muscle in his body tense up and relax as pleasure shot through his entire body. Precum pulsing into Archibald's mouth, and Archie swallowing every drop with an eagerness that matched the fire in his eyes as their gazes locked again. Alex couldn't even imagine how red his face looked to the wizard, and Archibald began to slow his pace; just a tad, just enough to drive him wild and the need came again to release. At that moment, Archibald slowly lifted his lips from Alex's cock, letting go with a soft slurp and a drooling trail of precum that fell from his lips. He smirked, wordless as he took a small pink vial from the bedside table and began to pour generous amounts of a strange, warming liquid all over Alex's cock. He stroked it a moment and then lustfully climbed up onto the man's stomach, straddling it and forcing Alex to lay back. Suddenly, he could feel his arms heavier on each side of his body and he couldn't guide Archibald where he needed to go. Archie knew though, and Alex figured it wasn't some issue with his arms physically as he felt the wizard's warm pucker slide against his tip. He sat up and lifted himself on top of Alex's cock before slowly sinking down onto it.

Alex couldn't do anything yet; his arms were still as if they were tied down to his sides. He watched the man slowly roll his eyes back and lose himself to pleasure as every inch of the man slid into him. “Ohhhh fuuuck..." He moaned out, his tongue falling out of his mouth as the pleasure overtook him. He put his hands on Alex's massive chest; Alex inhaled sharply, his pectoral muscles responding to Archie's grasp as he squeezed down on them, in both amusement and lust as his hips slammed down hard. “AHHHHH!" He grunted and howled out in pleasure, driving Alex's cock hard into himself. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room as their skin slapped together and then again and again. Finally, Alex's arms felt freed and he could move them again, but something told him that Archibald wanted to stay in control, and he resisted reaching up for him. The man's face looked warm, almost sweaty against the candlelight of the room as he drove his ass down again and again, feeling his tight cavity fill with Alex's flesh over and over again.

As Alex watched he could almost see the man's stomach expand and contract with every deep plunge he took, the heat of the man's insides were wet and tight around his cock. He'd never been with a man like this before, and the more he felt himself driven into Archie's depths, the more he began to like it. Even the sound, even the feel of the wizard's wet flesh slapping against his stomach was turning him on even more. He could feel Archibald's want, his need and that sensation radiated through his body. Archie's hands tightened around his chest, Alex could feel a warmth like fire washing through his body from his chest and spreading out to his fingers, to his toes and deep into his cock. He gasped loudly and growled deep, his new voice still alien to him as he grunted. “Oh fuck...fuck yes!" He panted and shook as he began to feel the pressure building deep within his balls, aching almost painfully for release. Archie's hands worked their way up, and caressed Alex's bald head. That same tingle, that same fire following every inch as his fingers danced around his scalp and back down his shoulders toward his chest, he pressed down and gave another lustful slam down onto Alex's cock. Alex reached up and dragged his large hand down Archibald's lean torso from chest to stomach, feeling himself moving somewhere inside the wizard's body he rolled his neck and instinctively bucked his hips. Archibald's back arched upward and he let out a cry of pleasure; he was still in control, and he wanted that thrust he rocked his hips forward and back again, forcing Alex to thrust again and again. This was driving Alex wild, he knew he wanted to cum so hard and in a brief moment as their eyes locked, he lost control and fell over the edge.

“OH FUCK! AHHHH!" Alex cried out suddenly feeling his balls ache and start to pump out load after load of cum into the wizard.

Archibald gasped loudly and sped his ministrations up slamming down harder and faster and coaxing every drop of Alex's seed to slop loudly and wetly into him. Soon enough Archie let out a gasp and began to cum as well, his seed spilling like a thick lake all over Alex's stomach, several wet shots exploding in volume over Alex's neck and probably into his beard as well. The wizard's slim, muscled figure flexing and displaying every muscle of his body as he came hard and fast, leaving not a single clean area on the other man's torso.

Soon, Archibald slowed his thrusts. His legs tight, his cock spent all over Alex as Alex's flood poured from the wizard's ass and after a final, long kiss the wizard pulled himself up and he messily parted from the other man's flesh, rolling to Alex's side and basking in the glow of their after mess together.

“H-holy shit..." Alex exclaimed as he rested his hands on the wizard's naked body. “I've never... felt anything like that before..."

Archie smiled confidently. “I'm glad you enjoyed it."

“But I was...I was straight before. Did you use your magic to hypnotize me or something?"

“Well...not in the way you think." Archie replied smugly, vaguely. “But you really developed into a fine fucking man, Alex."

“But what'll my bosses say if I show up to work tomorrow looking like this?"

Archibald smirked and relaxed into the bigger man's embrace. “Who says you even have to go back?"

As the light of the dawn cast over Archibald's features, Alex began to slowly realize that...he didn't have to go back. He was perfectly content to stay here, with Archie...and that itself was magic.

THE END