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Touch of Punk Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Wahrheit

Each and every year, eight hundred glossy Langdon University recruitment magazines went out across the country to high school seniors looking to take the next step in their lives. They advertised the state of the art classrooms, the social atmosphere of the dormitories and the amazing local culture the university was nestled in. It was a compelling package coupled with very compelling financial aid... and that package had been taken hook, line and sinker by Kyle Joss and Brian Welker. The reality they had gotten was quite different.

The two freshmen moved along the street, sticking somewhat close to one another as they explored what was as foreign as an alien planet to them. Kyle had come from a small town in the mid-west and Brian had come from a rather homogenized school district in California, leaving both young men to look a bit like they had come out of the same mold. Both had been a bit All-American with their Levi jeans and their polo shirts and had become fast friends in orientation, finding each other less threatening than the other freshman whose idea of socializing came with a haze of mind altering substances. Even their hair was shorn quite short. Kyle's dark brown hair was buzzed short into an athletic length while Brian had just enough to layer it... which was quite different than the locals.

Kyle and Brian had made it six blocks from campus and already they had seen a drug deal, a burned out car and the town's children seemed to be let loose into the streets to raise themselves. The system didn't seem to be working. Teenage punks and thugs hung out on street corners and rolled by on skateboards. Kyle had never seen so many colors in hair before in his life... and he'd never seen so many sinners before either. Smokers, drinkers, even gay people. Kyle sneered a bit as a Goth boy with a porcupine hairstyle walked past, a metal chain connecting his earring to his mouth.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take." Kyle muttered, glancing around before he spotted a Starbucks across the way, sighing with relief, "Thank god, Hipsters I can handle." Kyle said, pressing the button for the crosswalk. Brian caught up, looking around at all the garbage on the streets, though as some of it shifted and growled, Brian yelped and bumped into Kyle's back.

"I don't know if there's anything off of campus I really want to see after all." Brian said.

"They weren't kidding about the bubble... You have to be oblivious to live peacefully on campus." Kyle said, seeing the light change. They moved across the street, though a growl of rubber on cement grew louder as a punk on a skateboard came rumbling by. He was wearing a gray kilt, a black sleeveless t-shirt and had bleach blonde liberty spikes. He glanced over at Brian and Kyle as he rolled past, blocking their path briefly, rolling down the street itself. Kyle roared.

"What?" Brian asked meekly.

"It's like Mad Max out here." Kyle complained.

"I know what you mean. Let's just get our java and head back." Brian said, trying to placate Kyle. Kyle nodded a bit, the plan sounding fair enough.

"It probably had enough time to air out. We can get away from all these freaks soon enough." Kyle said. Brian smiled and nodded, opening the door for Kyle before following him into the store, glancing back over his shoulder to the desolate streets. He didn't like the situation any more than Kyle, though he hoped he'd be able to at least make it easier on his friend one way or another... With one last glance to the growling garbage pile, Brian turned to get into line behind Kyle, trying to remember which coffee blend he wanted to try.

****

It had been a long and frustrating day for Kyle, but after facing the decay of the city, he had returned back to his dorm room for some well deserved rest... at least that had been the idea. Dull thumps of musical bass penetrated the cinderblock walls and the wood door, offset from Kyle's pulse just enough to make him more anxious. He'd tried for an hour to fall asleep. If it had even been one neighbor he would have considered complaining, but with the sound coming from every direction, he knew it was a losing battle to say the least. He also knew the response they would likely use, that there was no class the following day so a move in party was warranted. Kyle sighed and closed his eyes, trying again to tune it all out, though as a loud thump hit his door, he sat right up.

With his heart racing, Kyle analyzed the sound. It had been low to the floor and it had just been one thump, like something hitting the door rather than someone knocking. He slipped out of bed, glancing at the clock. It was already one thirty in the morning. He sighed softly, walking slowly toward the door, wearing only his boxers and gray pajama pants. Kyle was fairly fit, though rather non-descript. His arms had slight contours and his stomach was perfectly flat, but he was far from muscled. If anything, he looked younger than most of his classmates. Even his face was perfectly shaved, creating a crisp line where his buzzed hair started.

Kyle reached the door and turned the knob before opening it slowly, his dark brown eyes gazing out. The hallway itself was empty. The teal carpet ran along the narrow walls. A few of the bedroom doors were open, but there seemed to be no sign of anyone. Kyle looked down slowly and paused, seeing something he didn't expect to see - a skateboard. The sandpaper on the deck looked like a flat sheet of black crystals, the wheels were a dark translucent crimson and the trucks were black steel. It looked well made and hardly used, though to Kyle it represented everything he hated about the town he'd wound up in. That board had to belong to some irresponsible rebel without a clue that wouldn't know responsibility if it bit him in the ass, or so Kyle thought.

He lifted up his bare foot and put it on the board with the intent of kicking it down the hall and out of his life, but as his bare flesh touched the deck, a tingling spread into his body and a faint misty black energy spiraled up his leg before sinking into the flesh. Kyle started panting as blood rushed into his groin, but as he grew hard, there were far stranger sensations flooding through his body. His foot throbbed and pulsed, the muscles twitching a bit before the unthinkable ha ppened and his foot grew a little. His toes stretched, his heel widened and his arch increased. The larger foot looked a bit different, more masculine, more refined. Calluses formed and a few stray hairs pushed out of the toe knuckles.

Feeling light headed, Kyle pulled his foot back off of the board, putting it down on the carpet next to his other, equally changed foot. He kept breathing a bit faster than usual, trying to recover from what he had experienced, though as the seconds passed, all memory of the changes faded from his memory. All he remembered was that he came to the door and someone else's skateboard had been there. He looked at it again and how cool it looked, a slight grin crossing his face. He wriggled his toes in the carpet, looking both ways before deciding it wouldn't hurt to take a little ride on it.

Kyle stepped up onto the board with one foot, then the other. As both feet gripped the deck, the energy began spiraling around him again. His toenails soon turned black, a thick layer of glossy paint covering them. Kyle put one foot down and pushed off, sending himself and the board down the hallway. He used his leg for another push, then a third before he had gained enough momentum to keep going. Bringing his foot back up onto the board, the energy continued to suffuse him and his clothes.

His dull gray pajama pants began to shrink upwards, revealing his ankles. As the material compacted, it turned from gray to black, the material firming into something more utilitarian, the bottom edge just below his knees. The 'shorts' gained pockets and belt loops before Stray strands of fabric came loose and spiraled around one another, hardening into metal chain links. The chain linked to a belt loop, dipping down below the deep pockets before diving in, connecting to a wallet that formed. Red stripes formed along parts of the pockets and the shorts, turning them into the kind of shorts many skateboarders wore.

The momentum from his first few kicks wore off on the carpet and Kyle rolled to a stop, leaning out to rest his hand on the wall for support as he panted. The last few changes settled into his legs as the muscles expanded, taking on clear definition. Kyle was unprepared for the feeling that filled his legs. They felt heavier but stronger at the same time, used to supporting their own weight. Kyle looked down at his painted toenails and the shorts, knowing something wasn't right, but only knowing it for a moment.

Fuzzy, hazy memories wormed into his mind, memories of the hall mates giving Kyle a few pieces of clothing and painting his nails to make him a bit cooler. Kyle shuddered softly before he took in a soft gasp of epiphany. Even as hazy memories, the rebellion cracked through the strict exterior he had created for himself. Good grades, curfews, republican sensibilities, volunteering... It all seemed so meaningless. He hadn't lived; he'd play acted at life. In one day of college he'd already seen more of life than ever before.

Kyle looked down at the board beneath his feet, realizing that it would be a marvelous tool to see more of life... but to do that he'd need some shoes. Kyle shifted his weight to the back of the board, the front lifting up. He maneuvered his body weight to bring the board around before he pushed off in the opposite direction. The young man moved with more confidence, but the energy spilled out of the skateboard again, seeping into his body.

The new board shorts sunk down on his hips slowly, revealing red underwear cupping his firm, round ass. Soft brown hair pushed up from the waistband of the underwear, creating a trail up to his navel as his abdomen hardened. Valleys formed as mounds of muscle pushed out, giving him a six pack. His nipples grew erect and his areola expanded wider slowly, but the most startling change came as the skin on either side of his navel shimmered, black and flesh colored star tattoos appearing on either side.

Kyle reached the door of his dorm room once more and reached out, an enlarging hand gripping the knob before he stepped off of the board and moved into his room. Black energy spilled out of the skateboard and followed after him, curling around his possessions, creeping into his closet and under his bed. He reached for his white sneakers, but as his fingers touched them, the coloring shuddered and the plastic like material constricted into a roughed up black leather with a red sole... and his fingernails turned black as well before rings appeared around several fingers.

The teenager stuffed his right foot into the skate shoe before grabbing the other, pulling it on as well even as it changed, growing larger to fit his expanded feet. The laces were quickly tied, the bright red laces contrasting the black shoes and shorts. Kyle paused at the edge of his bed, standing in skate shoes and shorts with painted nails, rings and tattoos. The energy seeped deeper into his brain, cracking at the shell he had created for himself again, leaking further back into his life. Kyle started to remember all the times he had been uncomfortable with the status quo and had wanted more, to push away from it, to be different. It hadn't been until college that he had seen anything different and he'd judged it too quickly.

Kyle moved out of his room, kicking the back of the skateboard. It popped up and he caught it with his right hand, moving for the stairwell. He headed down, his skate shoes clopping on the brown linoleum steps before he burst out of the side door and the orange glow of the lights mounted to the brick and mortar buildings. As if he had done it many times before, Kyle dropped the board down, put a foot on it and pushed off. The wheels began growling out, the sound echoing against the buildings, the board clattering across the seam between the blocks of cement as Kyle rolled into the night.

As the orange glow of the buildings fell away and Kyle rolled into the night, shadow and cool air slipped over him. The energy spilling out of the skateboard was emboldened by the darkness and poured out stronger, spilling into Kyle ever more. Kyle rolled past the fraternities and across a narrow sidewalk between shrubs before he was off campus and on the city streets. The street lights changed with no guards to heed them, the cross walk signs glowing as beacons into the night.

Kyle's shoe came down, pushing him along more and more, feeling the vibration moving up through his feet, vibrating his entire body. Like a dark fire, the black energy licked and lapped at Kyle's body, spilling openly out of the board. It wrapped around his left forearm, sinking into the flesh and leaving a red, orange and black tattoo of stylized flames. The shadows whipped around before wrapping around his right arm as well, though the sleeve of flames climbed up past his wrist, elbow and even his shoulder, a black skull with fangs and horns appearing right on his shoulder.

The sagging shorts bulged slowly as Kyle grew harder than ever before, the liberation feeding his libido like a drug. Kyle's heart was racing, his chest rising and falling and he had no idea why. He felt so amazing being out that late with no where to be, nothing to do, just being... and feeling the energy spill into him deeper and deeper with every moment. His aspirations for the future faded from his mind, replaced with a feeling that he was breaking out of his past and living in the moment.

The black energy shrank back as Kyle rolled past a tight cluster of street lights, but even in the light it was making its progress. Tiny tendrils reached around to coil at his nipples before passing through the nubs of flesh, curling in on themselves. The flesh stretched thicker as metal pushed through them, thick rings appearing before weighing the nipples down. Kyle moaned out sharply in delight at the strange feeling, but in another moment he had a memory of his hall mates taking him to get pierced, how they had helped free him from the jail cell of society, but it had only been the start.

With each foot he rolled on his found skateboard, Kyle was changing ever more. His pectorals, abs, biceps and triceps pushed out all the while, the muscles glistening and the tattoos distinct. The dark energy poured into his body, passing through his blood, circulating all around before it finally reached his head. The very short brown hair on his head started to shift, but not all in the same ways. The hair around his ears began to grow even shorter, but every centimeter the sides lost was many more the center gain. A thick strip of hair grew out along the meridian of Kyle's head, dropping down the back of his head and even hanging down across his forehead.

As the sides of Kyle's head started to look completely shaved, the fully relaxed mane of hair along the center of his head dropped down half way down his neck and all the way down to his brows, a relaxed Mohawk... but just like his cock, the hair started to become erect, lifting upward. The hair stretched upwards into a true crest, a true Mohawk, leaving the bare skull on the sides in all their fleshy glory. The Mohawk pushed out, angling forward at a forty five degree angle while the back stayed close to his neck.

Kyle panted hard, a drop of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth as the sensations passed through him. He started to moan, feeling like both his cock and head were getting massive boners. The Mohawk grew thicker and longer, filling out intensely, reaching six inches tall, then eight, then ten. As the hair grew out, the pigment in it faded away, leaving the hair a neutral whitish blonde, but only for a moment. A bright cherry streak red stripe crept up through the crest, then another, then a third. Soon the Mohawk was as red as blood, standing a foot above his head, catching the wind, keeping him on course.

The changing youth let out a snarl of odd pleasure as a wet spot formed in his pants, a gush of precum leaking from his hard shaft. His mouth formed into the o-face of a man enjoying an orgasm, but as his lips pursed, dark brownish black hair pushed out of his upper lip and chin. A split mustache grew out on either side of his nose, curling over the edge of his lips, following the curve of the lips down to the equator of his mouth, hanging down in slight points. The hair pushing out of his chin dropped down in a slight tuft, blowing around in the wind.

Kyle panted and grunted in pleasure, feeling so very content with himself, though he started to feel a cool moistness on his face as if he was riding through a mild misting rain. The wetness collected beneath his lower lip on either side, collecting into small steel balls before they punctured through his lip to anchor on the other side. Right next to them smaller beads collected before rings shot out, looping around his lips to form snake bite piercings. Kyle started rolling by a bank, the mirrored windows reflecting him in perfect fidelity. Each window panel left him a bit different than before. A throbbing ache filled the lower portion of his ear lobes as small black gauge plugs began pushing outward, growing to dime size. More prickles and tingles of pain and pleasure worked up his ear lobes as numerous metal rings formed, growing out up the backs of his ears like ladders.

The dark energy had been flowing steadily out of the skateboard for many minutes, but at last the well seemed to be drying up. The energy flickered and sparked before one last tendril left the board, wrapping around Kyle's left wrist, forming a solid black bracelet band tattoo that covered over his flame tattoos. The solid strip faded a bit as it sunk into the flesh, and with that there was nothing else leaving the board. Kyle rolled to a stop at the edge of a street corner, waiting for the light to turn as several trucks drove by.

Across the street, between the trucks, he saw two more punks, a dreadlocked bohemian sort and a sixteen year old boy with electric blue hair. Kyle cracked a lopsided grin, glad that he wasn't the only one to buck tradition, to break out of the mold... but his mind started drifting to Brian, his best friend... They had been so different and yet they had gotten along well during orientation. He felt so sorry for the kid stuck in his old ways. Kyle knew he had to help free Brian, to show him a different side of life.

The street light changed and Kyle pushed off across the cross walk, rolling past the other two punks, his eyes drifting to where they had just come from, a twenty four hour store. Kyle nodded to himself. He knew they would have something that would start Brian on the path. He kicked his board into his hands just before he walked into the store, looking around. The aisles were mostly empty and being restocked. The store was pretty big, but Kyle didn't have to look far before he saw the perfect gift.

One of the boxes had been dropped by the forklift and had cracked open, several rubber dog collars spilling out. Kyle moved over and crouched down, looking at them. While most were too small, a few were big enough for the biggest breeds of dog, and subsequently Brian. Kyle reached out to lift up a black collar, but to his surprise the black band on his wrist drained through his wrist and palm before leaving his fingers, moving into the collar. The rubber shuddered before silver spikes bled out of it, the clasp growing larger. Even the price tag changed from $9.99 to $6.66. Kyle's eyes fluttered for a moment, his memories changing. The collar had always seemed the way it was now, at least to him. He rose back up to his feet and moved for the nearest check stand, eager to help Brian down the path.

****

Brian lay in his bed, managing a few minutes of sleep at a time before his roommate snored, the flesh on flesh warbling making his blue eyes snap open. He let out a silent exhalation of breath, his fingers clutching the edge of the blanket resting on his chest. He even set up a box fan on the narrow counter top by his head to try and muffle the sound, but it wasn't working that well. Brian looked around at the darkened room. The street lights from the campus filled the window with a dull orange haze that tried to break through the blinds and a creamy white light spilled under the dorm room door, though shadows fell across the patch of light in front of the door. Brian sat up a bit when the shadows didn't keep moving. He'd been used to people passing by, but not stopping outside his room.

The sudden buzzing of his cell phone caused Brian to jump in bed. He grabbed the phone off the counter and opened it, the screen lighting up and giving Brian an aura of blue light. The message was from Kyle, a simple two word message - Come outside. Brian typed back in confusion, asking if he meant outside his room or the building. Rather than a text back, Brian heard a faint knock at the door. Brian glanced over at his roommate, wondering if the noise would wake him up but nothing seemed to phase him.

Brian slipped out of bed, pulling on the pants he had left on the floor before pulling on a loose fitting t-shirt. He moved to gently turn the knob before opening the door, stepping out and pulling the door shut behind him, turning the knob back in place to make as little noise as possible, trying not to wake his roommate. As Brian turned to face Kyle, he felt something placed around his neck. Kyle secured the collar, the clasp sliding into place. Brian reached up to remove the tight band from his neck, but as his hands rose, the dark energy already started seeping into him.

Brian's well toned skin grew pale as if he had never seen the daylight, his California tan disappearing as the pallor spread out from his neck. He looked up at the man that had collared him in shock, but his disbelief only grew as he recognized Kyle in the punk before him. Brian gazed at Kyle, taking in his goatee, his piercings, his Mohawk, his tattoos. In just a few short hours he had completely changed, but it was still him... and while Brian focused on Kyle, he missed the changes spreading into himself.

Watching Brian change, Kyle unashamedly reached down to unzip his fly, fishing out his shaft as he watched the curse have its way with Brian, starting to stroke himself. Brian went to speak, but as he did his tongue felt a bit numb. He moved his tongue around before he felt something click against his teeth. Brian opened his lips wide and stuck out his tongue, gasping as he felt a barbell pass his lips. He murmured in shock, but Kyle grinned even wider. The complete punk watched as a thin silver ring appeared through Brian's septum before two dew drops of metal appeared over his right eyebrow.

"What's going on?" Brian whispered. Kyle reached out and grabbed his friend's head, pulling him into a deep kiss. Brian gasped in shock, feeling incredibly conflicted. He had been born and raised straight, completely normal in every way, but something about that tongue against his felt so right... as did Kyle's hands on his head, as if he existed to be held and manipulated around. Brian started to gently return the kiss, using his pierced tongue to massage Kyle's. Kyle grinned, working the kiss tighter, one hand moving to stroke Brian's ear.

As Kyle's fingers brushed the flesh of Brian's ears, the skin parted before two thick rings appeared in his right ear, balls sliding down the sloping metal. A cuff of metal formed around the lobe, then another cuff at the top. The silver glinted in the light and Brian's kissing grew more intense, as if he craved Kyle's lips and tongue, needing them. Brian reached up and wrapped his arms around Kyle's neck, clinging to the larger punk, sucking on his lips and tongue greedily. Kyle grinned as Brian became more submissive and needy like a good slut, but he wanted more.

Kyle grabbed Brian's translucent shirt by the neck before he tore it open, the fabric splitting down the chest before pulling apart. Kyle moved down to lick and nuzzle Brian's chest, brushing his lips across one nipple before he nibbled it. Brian gasped in pleasure and need, unable to hold back, too amazed. It was more than just the curse filling him, it actually felt good, it actually was something he wanted more of. The curse targeted that need and blew it wide open, capitalizing on that. Every bromantic experience Brian had raged in his memory, rerunning before his eyes, culminating with a new desire for constant pleasure of himself and others.

"Kyle... I need you..." Brian whispered. Kyle growled happily, pulling his lips off of Brian's nipple. As his nipples pulled back, four tiny silver spikes pushed out of Brian's areola, an x-shaped piercing filling in beneath the flesh. Brian went cross eyed in pleasure, a drop of drool leaking from his lips. Kyle growled in bliss.

"Of course you need me, You're my sex slave. You live to serve me." Kyle said, his voice a bit deeper and more graveling. Brian's eyes widened as he realized his true purpose and he grinned gently in wonder, though his eyes tingled a bit. The curse started manifesting plastic lenses over his eyes, giving him the appearance of white irises. The stark eye color was creepy and alien, much like many punks enjoyed, but it complimented his hair as well, though as time passed, Brian's hair started to blanch out from blonde to a yellowish white. Much like Kyle, the hair in the center grew shaggier by the moment, though the hair on the sides didn't grow any shorter, giving him a soft side layer.

Brian let out a gasp as his Mohawk lifted up and stiffened into place, his head falling back. Kyle growled and moved to bite and tug at his other nipple as the piercings settled into place there. Brian grabbed at Kyle's head as his nipple was teased and his Mohawk grew out, though his hand changed as he caressed his friend's shaved head. The fingernails shimmered as silver paint spread out across them, complimented by several silver rings. Even Brian's wrist changed as a four inch wide tattoo spread around his wrist, creating a checkerboard of black and flesh above his right hand.

Kyle pulled back and looked at Brian as his body changed, becoming more outlandish. Brian looked at Kyle with glazed over white eyes, his Mohawk spreading an inch and a half wide, stretching up to seven inches tall, hugging his head. The hair pushing out of the back of his head, however, started to twist around, forming a small little braid that dangled down towards his shoulders, shoulders that pushed out with a bit more muscle as the skin shifted, ink appearing in the depiction of black feathered angel wings.

Brian panted deeply, nearly falling to his knees. Kyle was about to catch him before he realized that his cock was already out. He grinned, lowering Brian down. Brian shuddered, still changing as the collar infused him. He looked around before spotting the hard, thick cock before him. Feeling hunger he had never experienced before, Brian locked his lips and reached up to reverently stroke Kyle's cock, giving it a slide up and down before he leaned in. Brian's lips grew plumper as they spread over the mushroom shaped head, his pierced tongue teasing the cum slit.

"Oh yeah, that's my slut... Suck me down you punk." Kyle growled. Brian plunged his face around the rod, moving it back and forth eagerly, sucking with surprising skill for someone that had been straight a few minutes before. As Brian sucked his friend down, his left ear developed rings and cuffs to match his right and the changes spread downward. His black jeans shifted, becoming tighter and more custom fit, hugging Brian's hips as they rounded a bit and his ass pushed out with more muscle. The groin rounded and bulged before the button popped off and Brian's cock sprung out into the open air, throbbing as it stretched longer, gaining an inch in a matter of a few seconds, then another.

Brian reached out, his silver fingernails dragging down Kyle's legs in need before grabbing him by the hips, going to town, sucking down hard. While Brian's face remained rather innocent looking, soft lines of fuzzy sideburns dropped down his cheeks, giving him a wilder look, especially as the sideburns grew a little bushier, blending in seamlessly with the fuzz on the side of his head. Brian shifted at the changes to his body and clothing, but nothing felt quite as strange as his underwear dissolving around him, leaving him just in his busted open pants.

Kyle grunted and growled, feeling as if he had made the world a better place. He was starting to understand now what had happened, what he had become a part of. The skateboard had been cursed and given to him, and then he had cursed the collar. The curse was passed on from person to person, though Kyle was finding it harder and harder to see it as a curse. If anything, it was a blessing. He started to wonder if all the other punks in town had once been like him, but his musing faded away as Brian started undulating his tongue on the underside of his shaft, causing Kyle to growl out in bliss.

Brian continued to slurp and suck away on Kyle, his Mohawk growing out to ten inches before stopping. The two made quite the pair, contrasting quite a bit. Kyle was a punk of black and red, while Brian seemed to be far more monochromatic with black and white, but neither could be taken lightly. They were muscled, they were tattooed, they were pierced and they were horny. Brian focused on Kyle completely, sucking and slurping, even reaching around his lover to squeeze his ass cheeks... but for the smaller punk, it was almost as if that was enough. His cock throbbed and pulsed, starting to drool a steady stream of pre that drizzled down onto the hallway floor, the two unafraid of being caught at all.

Kyle looked down to the punk he had created, admiring Brian's stark appearance and needy attitude, feeling divine that he'd turned Brian into such a slut, his own slut. Kyle moaned before tipping back his head, letting out a deep guttural moan. His balls tugged up, his shaft pulsed and thick, salty, musky sperm sprayed in thick torrents into Brian's mouth. Brian buried his face in Kyle's groin and locked his lips tight, letting the cum fill his mouth before he gulped it down greedily, feeling the hot syrup coat his throat before spilling into his stomach.

The mix of false memories, enhanced memories and instincts had created a heady soup inside their heads, but the two both felt as if they were present for the start of a long relationship between them. Brian knew nothing had ever fulfilled him as much as Kyle's cock, and Kyle had never seen a more handsome, amazing individual in his life. Brian sucked and slurped on Kyle for countless minutes before the punk's cock finally softened. Even then, Brian sucked on it until there wasn't a trace of sperm left before he finally pulled back off.

Kyle reached down and put his hands in Brian's pits before lifting him up. Brian stood up slowly to his feet, standing four inches shorter than Kyle. Kyle grinned before he leaned in and kissed Brian with lust and love, their lips playing tightly. Kyle moaned at the musky taste of cum on Brian's lips and Brian eagerly sucked Kevin's face, feeling the piercings against his own lips, loving how they felt. Their white and red Mohawks exaggerated every minute movement as they embraced before finally Kyle pulled back.

"I need more, I need to fill you." Kyle grunted.

"Fill me, fill me until the sun comes up..." Brian begged.

"I like the sound of that, but even that might not be enough." Kyle chuckled before he pulled the chain off of his wallet and clipped it to Brian's collar, pulling him down the hallway. Brian obediently followed, his cock still sticking out of his pants, drooling as he walked.

****

The growl of not one but two skateboards filled the night as Kyle and Brian moved along, side by side. Kyle looked like a king of the night, his grin frozen on his face, his mustache complimenting the smile. The chain still linked Brian to his master and for Brian that looked perfectly fine. He gazed at Kyle's strong muscled ass almost as if in a hypnotic trance before Kyle turned into the skate park, moving down the slope. Brian followed after, the two moving into the shadows, a single street lamp casting its mercury glow across the curves and slopes of the half pipe.

The two new skater punks rolled down into the bowl before Kyle pulled Brian off his board and pinned him to the cement wall, kissing him, nipping at his neck before he flipped Brian around. Brian grabbed onto the lip of the cement as he was manhandled, loving the feeling so much. Kyle grabbed at Brian's tight pants before he yanked them down, exposing the round ass cheeks. Kyle moaned happily, bringing his once-more hard cock to the cleft of the cheeks, sliding it up and down between them.

"Fuck... Fuck me, I need you..." Brian whimpered, never having felt more submissive in his life. Kyle leaned in, rubbing his goatee against Brian's rat tail braid before he pulled his hips back, gravity pulling his cock down parallel with Brian's ass. Kyle took a breath before he pushed forward, the head of his shaft prying Brian wide open. Brian moaned in bliss, his virgin ass surprisingly loose thanks to the curse that had filled him. Brian clenched down, his ass hugging Kyle's shaft, pleasing him as much as possible.

"Damnit you're hot..." Kyle muttered under his breath, thrusting forward and back, grinding into his friend, working deeper with each thrust. A small flicker in the back of his mind contemplated what he was doing. He had been a good boy, a good student, a good friend... and now he was mercilessly fucking his best friend in a park in the middle of the night without any form of protection. It couldn't have been more opposite from his character, but as Kyle thought about it, he didn't want it any other way. This was who he was, a punk, a boyfriend, a man and a rebel. He grabbed onto Brian's shirt collar with his teeth and tore it off his partner, exposing his back to the night air.

Brian cooed in shock and bliss as his shoulders were exposed, but even more as Kyle started licking his fallen angel tattoo. Brian loved feeling like Kyle's fallen angel, loved being as wild as he was. He played with his tongue piercing as he was fucked, still holding onto the cement lip with both hands. Brian was in bliss, but he had no idea how good it could get until one of Kyle's hands slid around his waist, the fingers curling around his shaft.

Kyle grinned, starting to stroke Brian off, giving him a reach around while he was fucked. Kyle tilted his hips, increasing the friction for both of them, but as he gave a particularly strong thrust, Brian's moans reached a new level and he nearly collapsed. Kyle grinned mischiviously, knowing if a single point could cause that, he had to do his best to repeat. Kyle started to hit the same spot over and over, causing Brian to all but spasm and shake. The blonde drooled uncontrollably, looking drunk or high just from the power of cock alone.

It didn't take long for the new levels of pleasure to reach a crescendo and Brian was about to cum, but just as he did, Kyle held back. The thrusting slowed, the hand job paused. Brian whimpered in shock, but then a moment later Kyle resumed and Brian gasped, realizing that the levels of pleasure had increased and without the immenant orgasm, they could fuck that much longer. Brian moaned, leaning his back against Kyle's chest.

"You are a love god..." Brian whispered.

"More like a sex demon." Kyle chuckled, "But whatever I am, you are mine... and no one else's. You got that?" Kyle said possessively. He wasn't sure why he had said it, but somehow it felt right. Brian wasn't just his play thing, he was his man... and anyone that tried to take Brian was going to have a meeting with Kyle's fists. Kyle grinned a bit as he saw himself as a physical threat to anyone for the first time in his life. He wasn't afraid to get bloody for what he cared about, and he cared about Brian.

"I am yours forever, I need you more than I need air." Brian whispered.

"Good, cause no matter what happens, we're going to stick together... Whether we live at college or on the streets." Kyle said. Brian moaned, clenching tighter around Kyle. The pressure brought Kyle to the edge of bliss and Kyle stroked Brian off all he could, the two in a race before they careened over the edge at the same time. Both men called out into the night, Kyle pumping his seed into Brian's ass as Brian came hard, his sperm rolling down the curve of the skate park, making a puddle by their feet.

Kyle collapsed against Brian's shoulders, pinning him to the wall for several minutes. The two basked in silence, panting and sweating and dripping manly fluids before, at long last they regained enough composure to consider heading back to campus. Kyle slowly pulled out of Brian, tucking his wet cock into his boxers before buttoning his shorts. Brian tried to put his clothes back together but found it too impossible with how torn they were. Kyle chuckled at that before he got their boards and took Brian's hand, leading him out of the park.

The two emerged into the city once more, forever changed. The skies turned from black to brown and brown to pink as the sun started to rise, the city awakening with two more punks than it had the night before. Kyle and Brian embraced the day together, focused on returning to the dorms and sleeping together in the conventional sense, thinking of nothing but each other and their contentment. As they rolled past a park bench, a soft tendril of black leaked out of Brian's wrist tattoo, curling through the air like a wisp of smoke, dropping through the rungs of the bench, finding its next target to inhabit, a battered baseball cap.

The hat had been long lost, rained on and nearly destroyed, but as the dark energy sunk into it, the material regenerated and repaired itself, turning solid black. Stitching pushed out through the fabric as the anarchist-A appeared in the front of the hat above the brim while two metal spikes pushed out of the air holes near the back, forming metal horns. The hat remained where it was, but the sunrise light glistened off of the metal, easy for anyone to see that passed by, beckoning for innocent souls to try it on, to gain a touch of punk themselves.