Unpaid Commish
This is a very strange request from Mr. Mergers, who I foolishly took a commission from. I advise any of you out there who have not yet come into contact with Mr Mergers to stay away, as he does not keep his word on payment. As he already has the story(I was foolish enough to give it to him beforehand) I saw no harm in posting this as my own. His idea, my words.
PS: Mergers, nothing annoys me more than a liar.
The sun beat brightly down on the golden beach, reflecting off the waves like a thousand wild mirrors. The tide waxed and waned, tickling the feet of those too afraid to step into the depths of the ocean, and only waded in up to their ankles. Hidden within the crowds of people, the only ones not happy to be out here on the beach on a beautiful day, were two incompatible college students.
Crouched low by the water, they sat with various phials, collecting water samples to test for bacteria. It was all part of a massive exam that weekend. According to their biology professor, they were required to bring in cultures obtained from the local shores and examine them for signs of toxic material, and report the findings to the class. Not wanting to assign the partners for the project himself, he just paired the roommates with each other.
For some, this was no problem. Some students were thrilled to be paired with their friends, some were indifferent. As their professor gave the announcement, amid the hushed cheers and smiles across the room, there were two groans that rang forth above all the other noise. Kyle and Eli, the two most unlikely roommates in the world, were paired up with each other for the biggest assignment of the year. Their groans caught the attention of everyone else in the room, except the teacher. People cast curious glances at them, wondering who would protest this wondrous rule.
Their eyes, after a moment of searching, fell on the two boys. Eli sat in his row, surrounded by beautiful blondes. He was leaning his head on his clenched hand, scowling. His other hand gripped the edge of the desk so that his knuckles turned white. Beneath his Cubs jersey and perfectly bronzed skin, you could see his muscles convulsing and relaxing, stretching and tightening. His lips were pursed tightly, a thin pink line on his clean-shaven face. His eyes remained unblinking as he breathed deeply, trying to calm himself, the gears in his head working furiously to find a way out of the situation. Through the short, spiky mop of dusty brown hair, you could practically see the ideas coming and going. After an eternity of deliberation, he came up with what he considered to be a master plan. He stood up and bellowed across the auditorium, his voice bouncing off the paneled ceiling, reverberating throughout the room.
"Excuse me, sir?" He yelled. When he failed to grab the professor's attention, he repeated himself, louder. "Excuse me, sir!" His shout echoed throughout the room. The stout, grey haired man looked up from his desk, glancing at the boy through a mountain of papers. He pushed his glasses further back up the bridge of his nose, and replied in an annoyed voice.
"Yes, boy, what is it? Spit it out, already." He tapped a pencil against the side of his desk impatiently. Eli rolled his jaw as if he'd just taken a blow. After a moment of consideration, he opened his mouth again.
"There's no way," he said, pointing across the auditorium at his counterpart, "that I'm working with that faggot." This turned everyone's attention to the other boy. Tensions ran high in the room as Eli voiced his complaint. "It goes against everything I believe in. If he wants to burn in Hell, fine by me, but leave me the fuck out of it." His words brought mixed reactions throughout the room. Some of the boys nodded their heads in approval. Others kept their heads down and became suddenly interested in their shoelaces. The blondes, previously hanging over Eli like he was a god, now shifted away from him in awkward disgust. Some of the girls threw Kyle sympathetic glances. Some of the boys were surprised, some whispered to their friends, "told you so." Without exception, though, no one raised a word in his defense.
The teacher scrunched up his eyes and squinted at Kyle, as if actually considering for a moment that his pupil's concern was valid. For an annoyingly long moment, it seemed as though he was going to give in to Eli's selfish request. He scrutinized Kyle's every feature, judging every fiber of his body.
Kyle leaned back in his chair, his arms hanging limp at his side. His head lolled on his shoulders, hanging back and staring at the ceiling in annoyed resignation. His manner was as dark as the clothes he wore. Adorning both his wrists were a series of spiked armbands, standing out in sharp contrast against his pale, flawless skin. His hair, dyed black, was spiked forward. He shut his eyes slowly, not paying attention to the scene around him, and revealed the deep violet eyeshadow that was lightly dusted on his eyelids. He played with his fingers, the nails of which were painted jet black as he pretended to be oblivious.
"I don't see what the problem is," squeaked the professor, "you'll work together or you'll flunk my class. End of story." Eli opened his mouth to protest but the professor put up a hand to stop him. "I've had enough of you in this class, Mr. Hooks. Your grade is atrocious. Kyle's a fine young man, even if he's made some bad choices," he said this with just a hint of disgust coloring his tone. "Either you work with him and pass the class, or you both fail the semester, and I see you next year. The choice is yours, Mr. Hooks." He let his words hang in the air for a moment, reveling in the impact he'd imagined they had. Eli ground his teeth together and sat down slowly, fuming. In the end, of course, he'd had to agree. Otherwise, there's no way Kyle and Eli would be at the beach together under any circumstances, unless one was drowning the other.
Eli bent down over the sand, scooping a handful of the wet stuff into a phial for testing. He wore baggy swimming trunks, colored a deep maroon. A white T shirt adorned his torso, as he tried to show off his muscles as much as possible in front of the beach-goers. As he bent over the sand, though, he realized dressing provocatively might not have been a great idea. He kept glancing over his shoulder at Kyle, who was biting his nails and watching in mock-interest. This went on for a while, with Kyle gradually and inexplicably growing more interested in the project at hand. After they had spent at least an hour gathering samples in phials and petri dishes, Eli couldn't stand it anymore. He was on his knees, skimming the sand for particles of debris, when he looked around his shoulder for Kyle. Kyle was staring, without blinking, at something between Eli's legs. As he stared, he ran his thumb through the waistband of his swimming trunks, and gulped. Eli whirled around, knocking over test tubes and dishes.
"Stop staring at my ass, fag!" His tanned skin acquired a red tint. If Kyle hadn't known better, he would have said he was sunburned. Kyle jumped and stared at the ground, stepping back.
"I-I wasn't, really!" Eli wasn't buying it. He got up on his feet, the commotion attracting the eyes of many onlookers.
"Oh yeah?" His voice rose, accompanied by erratic arm waving, enunciating each syllable with a new gesture. "Then what were you looking at, perv?" Kyle fumbled as Eli raged on. Eli tried to kick a spray of sand at Kyle, but stubbed his toe on something hard and metallic.
"Erm... that." said Kyle meekly. He ran his fingers over his spiky hair as they both bent over the object, their curiosity momentarily overwhelming their hatred. "What is it?" asked Kyle.
"I don't know," said Eli, rubbing his toe, "Why don't you pick it up, fag?" Kyle grumbled a quiet curse at his partner, and dug up the tiny gold object. As he raised it up out of the sand, he heard a faint metallic dinging coming rhythmically from within the item. "It looks like a lamp, from Aladdin or something." Said Eli, semi-interested. "Just put it back, it's junk."
"Why don't you try listening, muscle head? There's something inside it." He put his ear to the lamp. He might have imagined it, but he thought he heard people yelling inside. He opened the lid, but nothing was there except more sand, which he poured out.
"Oh is there now? Leave it, we're done here."
"I think it's cool. I'm keeping it. At the very least I can get some money for it." He slid the tiny golden object in his pocket, and headed over to the van, with Eli in tow. They set it on the back seat and strapped on their set belts as they prepared to take the short drive back to the dorm.
"So... you weren't staring at my ass?" Eli seemed almost afraid to ask. Kyle fingered his ear piercings and chuckled.
"You wish."
They got back to the dorm room within minutes, after a very uncomfortable car ride. The awkward silence had been penetrated only by the rhythmic pounding and occasional squeal that came from the lamp. It was eerie. The two walked into the dorm room, exhausted. Clothes lay everywhere on one half of the room, while the other half was immaculate. Posters of punk bands and depressing scenes decorated the clean side of the room, while pictures of sports heroes adorned the other.
Kyle held his nose as he walked past Eli's side of the room into his own, clean side.
"Where do you think you're going, queer?" Eli spat the words at Kyle. Sometimes Eli was so infuriating, and yet... Kyle was entranced by his eyes. Of all things on a big, sculpted jock, the eyes stood out. They were a rich, chocolate brown.
"To clean my new lamp, obviously. Who knows how long it's been in that sand? It's disgusting." He walked into his bedroom and flopped down on his bed, grabbing a rag as he did so. The sheets on his cot were dark grey, nearly black. The walls were painted the color of ash, with dark, writhing shadows cast upon them, due to a special kind of lightbulb he'd taken a liking to. He looked the lamp over, and noticed a small black mark at the base of it, just below the handle. He scrubbed vigorously, using his fingernail to try to scratch it off, to no avail. Just as he was sure he was about to get it, though, the lamp became inexplicably hot.
The metal burned though there was no fire. Kyle yelped and dropped the lamp on the ground, rubbing his palms against his shorts. The lamp lay on its side on the floor, steadily spewing smoke. Kyle gripped his headboard, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. The smoke grew thicker, and began changing colors. Black, grey, blue, green, finally settling on a dark shade of grey. The smoke wound its way around the room like a snake, weaving through the air like a worm through fresh soil, filling the room with its musky odor.
Kyle was trying to run, but something held him in place. It was almost as though the smoke was forcing him to be still. Every command he sent his legs was counteracted with the opposite one, rendering him immobile. "What's going on in there?" came the transparently concerned call of Eli's voice. The smoke wormed its way to the door, shutting it and locking it. Kyle was legitimately scared now. The smoke whirled around the room, seemingly in a victory lap, before all of the grey converged into one point in the center of the room, every particle of smoke crashing into every other particle at precisely the same time. A flash of silent white light exploded from the point, blinding Kyle momentarily. He rubbed his eyes while he regained his vision. The second he opened them, his jaw dropped in awe.
Standing before him, in the center of his room was... certainly the largest penis he'd ever seen in real life. What was more extraordinary, perhaps, was the creature the penis was attached to. In front of Kyle was a creature that stood on two legs, leg a man, but more closely resembled a cat. It had the facial features of feline, with a slightly slanted muzzle and slanted cheekbones, but it had the lips and eyes of a human. His body was covered in fur, an ashen grey tone that almost blended in with the walls. He stood slightly taller than Eli, and wore no garment but golden armbands, that were like shackles around his wrists. His fur was spotted with a cheetah pattern, in a shade slightly lighter than his body color. Behind him, two tails swayed rhythmically, in tune with each other. They were long and thin, covered in suave grey fur. His right ear was pierced with a series of golden rings, while makeup surrounded his eyes, giving him a somewhat Egyptian flare. His lithe frame was riddled with the outlines of solid muscle. He looked strong. He looked fierce. Most of all, though, he looked angry.
Kyle noticed none of this. All he noticed was the massive erection he had been sporting the entire time, and the tiny coinpurse beneath it. He looked at the feline's face for the first time, grinning slyly.
"May I?" He asked with a deviant undertone.
"May you wha-" His deep, resounding voice trailed off as he noticed Kyle's staring. "Absolutely not," he roared. "People like you disgust me! The only reason you see me as I am now is because you interrupted me. I was with my wife, like any sane lifeform would be." Kyle recoiled, taken aback by the sudden hostility in the air.
"Hmph. Women are disgusting. The only person who can truly understand a man is another man." He stood up off the bed, standing a foot shorter than the genie. The genie fumed, furious at being contradicted by a puny queer.
"Yes, nothing quite says 'I love you' like stabbing your husband in the ass with your cock." He smirked. The feline spat on the floor in front of Kyle. "You're an abomination. A mistake." Kyle had heard it all before, ever since he'd realized he was gay in the 6th grade.
"I wish you could see it from my point of view," Kyle retorted. The genie's face contorted in horror as Kyle's sentence came to a close. Before Kyle could work out why, smoke was clouding the room. It seemed to emanate from the genie himself. The smoke formed a kind of capsule around him, the feline's personality pressing down on him. For a terrifying moment, he felt the genie's personality pressing into him, changing him on the most fundamental levels, warping his very core. It was almost painful as he felt their personalities mingle, repulsed at each other.
And then it was over. Kyle lay on the ground as he regained consciousness. No, not Kyle, the genie. The line between man and immortal blurred as their bodies fought for dominance within the one shell. Their personalities had morphed somewhat, and were now encased in the same body. The metamorphosis of personalities and shapes finally halted, settling on the genie's form and fur, with Kyle's feature's superimposed over it. He shakily got up and steadied himself against a wall while the mental avalanche calmed itself. When they were clear enough to stand, they walked out into the living room as one entity. Eli was sitting on the sofa, slipping off his shirt and exchanging it for something more comfortable. He looked so beautiful there, shirtless and sweet, Kyle couldn't help but stare.
"What?" Eli asked, too tired to think of a homophobic remark, and apparently too tired to notice he was talking to a cat. A well of emotion bubbled up inside the Kyle-genie mix. Kyle didn't know where it came from, the recklessness of the genie coupled with his own bottled up feelings must have forced out the words.
"I...I love you." His eyes watered from unexpected emotion. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn't love Eli, did he? Or at least, he'd never admitted to it.... He was just about to expand on his sentence when Eli snapped him back into the real world?
"What? Disgusting! What the fuck are you, queer? Get the hell away from me, faggot!" Kyle was shattered. He hadn't even realized he loved Eli, and now he was let down before he could even have the opportunity to be lifted up. His momentary surge of sadness was replaced by a wave of anger. He didn't have to ask permission to love Eli. If he wasn't given what he wanted, he'd have to take it.
He grabbed Eli by the arm with strength he hadn't possessed minutes earlier. Eli tried to resist, but Kyle was too powerful when aided by the genie. Panic showed in Eli's eyes, fearful of what was going on. He was normally so powerful against the queer, but now he was hopeless. Kyle slammed him against the wall, grinding his face into the cheap plaster with one hand while he worked Eli's shorts down with the other. The garment fell to the ground as Eli writhed and screamed for help, but none was coming. Tears stained his cheeks as he felt Kyle run a finger over his ass, massaging each cheek like a lover would. Then, Kyle slapped it with an open paw, spanking Eli as he screamed for mercy.
"Please! Stop! I'm sorry I called you all those names, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He was full of apologies. He was apologizing for everything, things that Kyle didn't even remember. But Kyle didn't care, all he knew was that Eli hurt him, and he was going to pay. He teased the boy's hole with his already solid member. He rubbed his shaft along Eli's already red cheeks, coating him in a glistening sheet of pre. He was poising himself to enter, practically vibrating with anticipation, when he lashed out.
Eli jerked himself free of the morph, running across the living room and into the kitchen. He fumbled with the drawers, searching for a knife. As he finds one, he comes back at the morph, blade angled down in a menacing arc, but Kyle is too quick. He grabbed Eli's wrist and cracked it as his face contorted in a silent scream of pain, dropping the knife. Kyle threw him towards the kitchen, but made a slight miscalculation as Eli went tumbling into the counter. He stood slumped over the granite countertop, spices thrown everywhere by the force of his tumble. He did not stir. Kyle crept up behind him. How could he waste this moment? He snuck up slowly, and arched his neck over the body to see Eli's face. There was a trickle of blood coming down his face. He could easily be feigning unconsciousness, thought the morph. I'd better check. He slid his face closer to Eli's, and they kissed.
It was only a half kiss, as Eli was unconscious, and therefore unable to feel Kyle tongue pressing deep down into his throat. He pulled away, a single strand of saliva connecting them for an instant before it was severed. Satisfied that his love was asleep, he took up a position behind him. His member needed no teasing, no coaxing. The coating of pre would be enough of a lubricant for this.
He squeezed his way inside Eli. He fit himself inside in sections. First the head, then the top part of the shaft, until he could finally stuff his entire cock deep inside the victim, hilting himself repeatedly. He grunted, marveling at how tight it was. Kyle had never dreamed of losing his virginity this way. As their naked thighs rubbed against each other, Kyle's rhythmic pumping keeping the pace, it didn't take long for the moment of triumph to appear. Kyle felt the pressure building inside him, much stronger for the added presence of the genie. He thought about preserving what little dignity Eli had left, and pulling out, but it was already too late. He filled his roommate up with the hot, sticky strands of his seed, gushing forth from the shared member. It was the longest orgasm Kyle could remember having. As he finished what felt like a 5 minute climax, he pulled out, uncorking the dam that had held back the rush of cum, which now dripped onto the floor from Eli's violated asshole. Kyle collapsed, panting, on the floor. His vision clouded for a moment with the grey smoke of the genie, and then the moment passed. The genie's smoke materialized in front of him, forming the feline shape once again.
"That," panted the genie, "was absolutely disgusting. You actually liked it? You're sick. So sick." Kyle looked the genie in the eye with a sly smirk. He glanced at his tortured roommate, naked on the floor, cum seeping from his anus.
"Oh really?" asked Kyle. "Because I wish we could do it again." The moment the words left his mouth, smoke started to radiate from the genie. His face contorted once more into that look of shocked horror.
"No!" he cried out. But it was too late; the morph was done, much more smoothly this time. The mix stood up, looking down at the abused Eli.
"Ready for round two, big boy?"