The leather-clad master in the porn video circled around the subby-looking twink, who stood as rigid as his cock. Normally, Chase would be drooling and gooning in front of the screen at the display of power, but today, he was in a sour mood.
No, he corrected himself, not today. He had been like that for the last — what was it? — eight months? Yes, he had met Kyle in March. Stupid, good-looking Kyle, with his perfect body, and his charming personality. Kyle was the reason Chase was feeling down, even if it wasn't exactly his fault.
Kyle had been easygoing and easy to talk to ever since he had walked into Chase's life. They had met at a mutual friend's birthday party and had immediately clicked. Throughout the summer, they had quickly become friends, and Chase was looking for more and more opportunities to see Kyle. There was just one problem. The usual problem, really. Unlike Chase, Kyle was straight.
Not that Kyle had a problem with Chase's sexuality. Chase was pretty open about that, and Kyle had never once shown any sign of discomfort around him. He was one of the enviable men who were so comfortable with his own sexuality that he didn't mind other men being attracted to guys. Or him, especially. Chase had made a fool of himself by complimenting the object of his desire more than once, and Kyle just... took it with a smile and thanked him. But nothing else.
Chase looked over at the screen in frustration. It didn't help that Kyle was a member of various athletic teams at his university and had the body to match. Kyle was the definition of a college jock, and Chase would love to spend hours just worshiping his muscled physique. It also didn't help that there was a distant likeness between the porn dominant and Kyle, which Chase noticed just now.
He sighed and was about to turn off the screen when the man on the screen suddenly turned his eyes towards the camera. "What do you think you're doing, boy?"
It was a normal line in a video like that, and it wouldn't have been out of the ordinary if the man had been looking at the twink at that moment, who was kneeling patiently on the ground. But the leather man seemed to fixate on the camera — no, Chase, specifically.
"I said: what do you think you're doing?"
"Are you... are you talking to me?" Chase asked the empty room, only to feel stupid immediately.
"Who else would I be talking to, boy? Attention!"
Chase jumped and straightened his back instinctively. His mind needed another second to catch up and ask himself what the fuck was happening.
"Now, what do you think you're doing, sitting in a room, watching porn and moping, instead of jerking off like a good boy? Tell me!"
The situation was absurd, but what did he have to lose? So, Chase told the Kyle-lookalike on the screen the entire story. If nothing else, it was good to vent.
"I see," said the dominant. "The problem is attention. That Kyle doesn't give you the attention you need and doesn't appreciate the attention he gets."
It wasn't a question, but Chase found himself nodding, regardless.
"Well, boy. There's a solution for that. The question is: are you brave enough to pull through?"
His heart skipped a beat. There was a solution? He gulped.
"I... I think so. Yes... Sir."
He didn't actively mean to add the honorific, but given the situation, it seemed appropriate.
"Good. Listen closely, boy..."
Chase could hardly believe what he was doing as he sneaked into the men's locker room of the university gym. He could faintly hear the sounds of the volleyball match going on. Kyle was out there playing with his five teammates, and if Chase weren't sporting a boner anyway, he'd pop one now at the thought of six sweaty guys.
He shook his head. The dom-on-screen had told him exactly what he had to do, and it was crazy. So crazy that he had, in fact, hesitated until it was nearly too late. The match was almost over, and he had to act quickly if he wanted to do it. Well, he didn't go here for nothing.
Chase quickly located Kyle's locker and opened the old metal cabinet with a creak. Inside, as expected, were Kyle's street clothes: a pair of jeans, a shirt, underwear, some shoes and a hoodie.
Following the instructions to the letter, he pulled out everything except the shoes and hid the clothes in an empty locker. Then came the ridiculous part. He disrobed completely himself and shoved his own clothes into the same locker until he stood stark-naked. It wasn't exactly cold in the locker room, but he was still shivering. Should he really do it? The porn-creature hadn't told him what was going to happen exactly, and if all of that was a prank, there was only one way this was going to end: in utter humiliation. In fact, Chase couldn't imagine any scenario where it did not end like this. But on the other hand, it was his only chance, and a talking porn figure qualified as a supernatural force in his book, so...
He took a deep breath and climbed into Kyle's locker, just in time as he heard the players return from the field. Even though the lockers were large, it wasn't easy to squeeze his naked body into one, and he closed the door seconds before the team entered the room.
"Man, that was a tough one," said one voice.
"Tell me about it," another agreed. "You okay, Kyle?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired, that's all," replied a voice that Chase recognized immediately.
"Aw, come on, forget her already. She wasn't worth it, anyway."
She? Chase hadn't known Kyle was dating someone. Or, well, by the sound of it, had been dating someone.
"Yeah, and there's plenty of fish in the sea. You can have any girl you want, Kyle."
"And also some guys... Isn't that Chase like madly into you, dude?"
A wave of laughter followed, and Chase felt blood rising to his head.
"Leave Chase out of this," Kyle answered. "Bad enough for him, he has a crush on me. Doesn't mean you should make fun of him for it. You don't choose these kinds of things."
Kyle was directly in front of his locker now, and when he continued, Chase wasn't sure if anyone else was able to hear the muttered sentence. "I sometimes wish I could give him what he wants. Being gay sure sounds a lot easier right now."
A lump formed in Chase's throat, and he tried to suppress his sobs. Why did Kyle have to be so nice and understanding and so damn attractive?
Then, all of a sudden, the locker opened, and light fell onto Chase's naked form. He stood crouched, Kyle's shoes between his feet and a prominent boner pointing right at Kyle. Chase's heart skipped a beat, and he would have liked to disappear right then. He opened his mouth to stammer an excuse, anything at all, but nothing came to mind. What would Kyle think of him? Standing naked in his locker like a pervert!
Miraculously, Kyle didn't say anything. He didn't even stop in his motion. Only now did Chase notice he was naked as well — but unlike himself, Kyle had a good reason for that. He was changing after all.
Despite his heart beating loudly, Kyle didn't acknowledge the other man's existence. Instead, he reached into the locker and grabbed Chase by the neck, dragging him out with surprising strength until he was right at eye-level with Kyle's crotch. His glorious, glorious crotch.
Chase gulped. His face was only inches away from the object of his desires, and he could smell the sweaty manliness on Kyle's balls and dick. His mouth watered, and his own cock twitched. Whatever Chase had been expecting to happen next, it wasn't this.
Without so much as looking at him, Kyle pushed Chase's shoulders down further before raising his right leg and... stepping on Chase's face.
It was the weirdest thing Chase had ever felt. The pressure of the naked foot on his face wasn't strong, but he felt his flesh give way regardless immediately. As if there were no bones in his body at all, his head, no, his entire torso was turned outside-in, as Kyle's leg stepped through his strangely soft body. He could feel the strong, muscled limb fill him up, traverse his entire inside and finally emerge from Chase's own leg, replacing his own foot. A split second later, Kyle's other leg followed suit.
His entire being was compressed around Kyle's lower body like a second skin. A very smooth, very silky second skin. He felt hollow, and his face — or what used to be his face — was folded in on the inside of his body and now lined up with the smooth and unbroken part of him that used to be his crotch. This face-dick-area of his formed a snug pouch, and just as Chase had adjusted to this strangest feeling he had ever experienced, he felt himself snap back, until the elastic pouch was filled. To the brim. With Kyle's junk.
Chase was so preoccupied with the sensation of being pressed against the very thing he wanted to get near to that he nearly missed one of the other guys calling out.
"Damn, Kyle, do you have to wear that thing all the time? It leaves nothing to imagination, if you know what I mean. You could at least wear underwear."
Even though he was pretty sure he no longer had eyes, a sort of vision came back. His perspective was weird, somehow warped and low, as if he were kneeling. The guy who had just spoken was naked and dripping, probably fresh from the showers. What was really distracting, though, was Kyle's reflection in the locker room mirror. His crush was not naked anymore, but clad in a pair of snug black Lycra running tights. Obviously without underwear, just like the other athlete said. It took Chase more than a moment to realize that he was looking at himself. He was that pair of revealing pants! By whatever magic he had exposed himself to, Kyle had just... pulled him on, transforming him into an inanimate object filled with Kyle's glorious legs, ass and dick.
Speaking of which... he felt the latter twitch inside him as Kyle answered.
"Are you jealous? Or frustrated that you can't look away?" Kyle said with a teasing undertone in his voice.
What?! That wasn't Kyle. Kyle was straight, and certainly didn't flirt with his teammates like that. What was going on here?
"Shut up," the guy replied, blushing. "At least I can hide a boner, unlike you."
"Why would I hide it when I'm proud to show it off?"
There was no denying it. Inside his smooth fabric body, Chase felt Kyle's dick chubbing up.
"Besides, you have no idea how comfortable these tights are. Do you want to touch it?" Especially the last part was openly sexual, and Chase felt the attention of everyone in the locker room on Kyle and him.
The other guy stammered, but his cock betrayed him, growing hard at the prospect.
"W-what? Are you coming onto me, dude?"
Kyle closed the distance to the other athlete, and Chase could feel himself bending easily with each movement. Kyle grabbed the other man's hand with his own and guided it towards his Lycra-covered thigh.
The moment the fingers touched his fabric body, Chase felt electric. Even though he was the one being that way, he couldn't help but marvel at just how little resistance the fingers met as they brushed over his surface. He was so silky, so sleek... If he had still had a body, he would have shuddered from erotic pleasure right now, and his cock would have been rock hard. But he wasn't a man anymore. He was just an article of clothing.
But there was Kyle. Kyle, who was supposed to be the most comfortably straight guy he knew. Kyle, who was currently wearing him, who owned him. The same Kyle who was rock hard with his generous cock tenting and warping Chase's face-region. And the same Kyle who was now guiding his teammates hand to that exact erection.
Chase could feel Kyle's smile as the other guy rubbed his crotch. It was weird and hot and surreal, and Chase would have never dreamed this was a possible outcome of his plan.
Suddenly, he almost jumped, and so did Kyle. Another pair of hands had appeared on Kyle's ass.
"Damn, dude. What happened to you? You've got an ass that could rival a woman's," said the voice of another teammate from behind.
"What can I say?" Kyle shrugged and put his own hands on his behind, locking in the ones currently fondling the Lycra-covered cheeks. "It's all just a matter of exercise."
Between the groping, Chase noticed that this, too, was new. Kyle had never had much of an impressive ass. Kyle's body was changing, too! Not as drastically as Chase's had, but even though the athlete's frame was still muscular, it wasn't quite as packed anymore. Instead, a naturally hairless lean body was on display now, with carefully maintained abs and a modern dyed haircut.
Chase could only watch and feel as his crush was fondled and groped. There was something hypnotic about the way the fabric moved as the hands roamed his surface, and although Chase wasn't a man anymore, he couldn't deny his arousal as even more guys joined in.
"Fuck, Kyle, I'd fuck your ass right now!"
"I could go for a blowjob."
Instead of an answer, Kyle pushed his bubble butt back until it hit the hard cock of a teammate and pre-cum smeared all over Chase's behind. Simultaneously, Kyle bent forward until his face was at eye-level with the first one who had touched him.
"I thought you'd never ask. You know that's my job on this team, right, boys?"
Kyle grabbed the two nearest men by their hard shafts and gave them a gentle tug. They were so close that the pre-cum-coated head of one bumped against the other's, and both men groaned. This wasn't the same Kyle he knew, Chase realized. This was a slut, an attention whore. And somehow, he couldn't help but get even more aroused by that. His owner was the team slut. Yeah, that felt right.
Just before he dived for the cock in front of him and the guy behind him pulled down Chase just enough to expose Kyle's greedy hole, Kyle whispered:
"I can feel you're there, Chasey boy. Well. Not much of a boy anymore, huh? You make a magnificent pair of tights. I'm gonna enjoy wearing you all the time."
A spurt of pre-cum leaked into the leggings that used to be Chase, and it shuddered from anticipation. This was just the first of many more stains to cover him today. And he couldn't be happier about the attention.
