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Link to first two chapters...


1. https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/33800

2. https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/34643





CHAPTER 3:

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Some minutes had passed since Colt jerked off. He sat on the edge of his bed as his Ethan-inspired load continued to drip off his body and onto the floor. 


“Get it together man.” There was another surge of directed mental willpower as Colt forced himself out of dirty-thought over Ethan. 


Colt understood his condition to be out of the ordinary… The general dizziness and lack of concentration was of concern. Little did he know small details about his life were being altered from the handcuffs. Colt didn’t see it but as he cleaned himself up of cum the broken pair of handcuffs in his trash were glowing and seemingly ‘repairing themselves…’ but not fully. 


Colt looked at himself in the mirror. He saw the dirty underwear scattered about in his room, along with other various makeshift cum-rags now piled up in the corner of his room.


“When did it get this dirty?” Colt scratched his head and sought out his memory.


“I’ve….”


“I’ve always had… not enough underwear.”


“I free-ball sometimes, it’s what I gotta do.” 


It was as if Colt was hearing the justifications for the first time as he accepted them as fact. Still, he was able to acknowledge the abnormality. 



“NO NO NO! Something isn’t right here. 


Colt stormed right over to a handle of liquor he’d kept hidden in his room.


“Vodka out of the bottle might fix this.” He joked rather unconvincingly.


As the vodka went down, Colt chose to relax in bed. “I’m feeling lazy anyway.”


Colt was in the process of taking stock of his bodily changes as more foreign thoughts persisted…



“Fuck! My dick… I’m hung like a horse!”


“When… How…”



“Over Ethan??” Colt thought back to minutes prior and his intense orgasm over visualizing Ethan as his personal slave boy.



“I’ll bet Ethan can’t get enough of this big dick, that little gay shithead.” 



Almost like a light bulb effect, Colt snapped out of his daydream in favor of getting distracted. 



“Fuck, where’s the remote?” Colt craved the TV, but found the remote to be on a table across the room…



“No… I don’t feel like getting up…”




How or why he would not comprehend at this point, but as the magic of the handcuffs went to work new thought patterns that placed Ethan in a position to help came to the forefront. 


“Hey Ethan!” Colt yelled from within his bed. 


No answer came so Colt decided to yell again.


“Ethan!” He yelled louder. 



This time Colt heard footsteps. Ethan arrived in the doorway to Colt’s room with his eyebrows raised. 


“What??” Ethan’s tone was of defeat, but also somewhat curious. 


Colt simply answered, “Remote…”



A brief moment of pause as Ethan hesitated... Colt spoke up again…


“Make yourself useful.” 



Ethan began to walk slowly over to the remote, but Colt seemed inpatient. 


“Any day now…” 


Ethan, not used to this type of aggression, sped up his actions in order to please Colt. As Ethan placed the remote into Colt’s open hand he couldn’t help but notice Colt grab at his cock bulge through his pants. Ethan took note of how large it looked as Colt grabbed it.


Colt, feeling all the sudden like he needed to show Ethan how big his dick was, made strong eye contact with Ethan as he manhandled himself. Ethan copped a quick glance at Colt’s crotch and it led to a rather outburst…


“Fag!” … “Now get out.” Colt ordered. 



Ethan felt hurt, but unable to articulate any kind of defense. As he left the room he wondered, “He’s acting so mean, but…”


Ethan himself suddenly replayed the crotch-grab from moment’s prior. “He’s hung… but why is he showing off?” Ethan then cursed himself for giving in to Colt’s mean demeanor. “Why couldn’t I look away from it??” 


He wasn’t even back to his bedroom yet before he heard Colt yell once more…



“Gay boy!” 


Ethan thought, “That’s me!” He turned around and sped-walk back to Colt, who was man-spreading on his bed with his arms behind his head. 


Not only was Colt wearing a smirk on his face but he sported a heavy chub through his shorts, as evident from the way he positioned his dick to ‘pop.’


The handcuffs glowed once more, adding subtle changes to the environment inside Colt’s room. The stench of cum immediately filled the room, although it went unnoticed by Colt. Ethan took a sniff and definitely noticed it. Also, Colt’s mildly hairy chest began to sprout new hairs further up on the neck line. From far away, even Ethan could see new hairs pop out of the top of Colt’s shirt collar. 


Colt grabbed at himself, thinking for a moment about the pre leaking into his shorts… “Aw shit I’m getting wet… such a man I am.”


In the interim, Colt looked to a confused Ethan. He finally answered, “Nothing. I just wanted to see if you’d come.” 




Ethan, continuing to stand idle, watches Colt begin to massage his hard cock, already on display through the shorts. Ethan stutters a moment. “W-What are you…”


The handcuffs never stopped glowing now and the changes were accelerating. Colt kept getting more masculine with hairier pits and larger muscles. He’d scratch at them now, unaware of any ‘magical force.’ 


With Ethan inside the bedroom, he had his own round of physical changes to contend with. Ethan’s height reduced down about six inches, and his skin smoothened a substantial amount. 


At this point there was little conversing. Colt slipped the waistband of his shorts down to reveal a very hard dick. 


In thought, Ethan was a mess. For starters, he felt weaker. His eyes kept gravitating to certain parts of Colt’s changed body…


“His pits… they’re so hairy… and he’s leaking all over himself.”


Ethan’s mouth was open and it started salivating. Colt saw Ethan glazed over…


“What are you looking at? My pits?”


Ethan was shocked to have been called out so… strong.


Colt took a deep scratch of his pits then proceeded to scold Ethan some more…


“You like these hairy pits?” Colt scratched the thick and bushy hair. 




“Come suck it.” 




As the handcuffs glowed orange, Ethan inched forward closer to Colt’s bed. 



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Teaser for Ch. 4: The ultimate finale for Colt. How far will the slave dynamic go?






 


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