Curse of the Magenta Eyes: Rub It In (Patreon)

For decades, Bill thought he’d done the impossible.  They said the Curse of the Magenta Eyes was inescapable.  Once it started, there was no going back.  All a person could do was watch through glowing eyes as their lives crumbled, or at the very least underwent significant changes.  But not Bill.

He’d run.  He’d bolted as soon as he saw the magenta hue in the mirror.  He’d heard that it wasn’t uncommon for others to get roped in, so when his roommate Mark began to change he figured his only chance was to try and put distance between them.  He hadn’t known if it would work.  He’d hoped there might be a window, a needle he could thread if he acted quickly enough, so he jumped in his car and didn’t stop driving for days.  He didn’t take anything other than what he’d had on him at the time, leaving not only all of his possessions but four years of college, a large circle of friends, and his reputation around town as a preeminent ladies man.

To Bill’s surprise, it seemed to work.  At the time he figured it was because he’d still met the requirements.  Giving up everything and starting over on the other side of the country was a drastic change, just like the Magenta Eyes supposedly created.  The only difference was that Bill felt like he had some measure of control over how those changes unfolded.  He still had his fit build, handsome features, and full head of thick brown hair.  He still had his brains and most of a degree that could transfer to a new school if he wanted.  He still had a modest amount in his savings account to at least limp along for a few months.  So while it was a jarring transition for a while, in the end Bill thought he’d come out ahead.

Years passed before he found out what happened to Mark.  Fearing what could come of any connection, Bill changed his phone number and scrapped all his old email accounts.  Since this was before the full onset of social media, and because he’d severed any possible ties, it took almost a decade before he mustered the courage to engage in some online sleuthing.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he found.  Bill tried to deny it when he saw the first selfie, but regardless of the refinements and the tapering, chiseled body it was attached to, there was no denying Mark’s face grinning back at him from the screen.  Instead of being thin and awkward with harsh features, the sandy-haired Adonis was literally perfect.  His face was offset by a wide jaw and plump lips, framed in by sharp cheekbones with a distinguished nose in place of his former beak.  His hair was cropped short but still lush and perfectly styled, a far cry from the tangled mop it used to be, and his eyes were a bright, sparkling blue.  Coupled with the broad grin, the overall expression stood out as slightly off to Bill.  His former roommate had always been quick and clever, but the tanned, sculpted hunk in the photo didn’t give that same impression.

Not that his friend seemed to care.  And even if Mark didn’t have as much brain power to go around as he used to, he had plenty of other assets to make up for it.  It was the first time Bill had ever felt anything close to jealousy regarding the other man.  Looking at the blonde’s broad shoulders, prominent pecs, jacked arms, and washboard stomach, all he could think about was how much he used to push the lanky nerd around.  It was Mark’s role.  Bill was the stud.  He was the dark-haired hunk with brooding features and a thick cock that all the girls wanted to get their lips around, not Mark.  The scrawny blonde’s job was to be equal parts comic relief and punching bag, a hanger-on that would occasionally get Bill’s scraps if he was lucky.  More often than not it meant constant humiliation.  Pranked in the showers, locked out of their room naked, forced to wear embarrassing outfits; Mark was the insecure runt of the group while Bill was top dog.

That was clearly no longer the case, in several ways.  Gawking at the underwear-clad selfie, and Mark’s intimidatingly stuffed little briefs, there was nothing insecure or runt-like about his friend.  As Bill scrolled through picture after picture, the gorgeous stud seemed perfectly content to show off his impossibly-acquired assets.  He never had more than the bare minimum on and often didn’t even have that, tastefully blurring the photos so as to not get them removed.  But what really caught Bill’s attention were Mark’s new friends.  His former roommate was no longer in need of whatever castoffs he could have provided as the blonde stud was always draped over one, or more, equally gorgeous men.  And as the years progressed and other sites grew in popularity, Bill eventually watched his friend put that perfect body to use with man after man.  As ten years became fifteen, and then twenty, Mark only improved with time.  He still could have passed for someone in his late twenties, not early forties, and his beautiful body clearly showed no signs of slowing down in the ample, erotic videos that were posted almost daily.

It was around the start of the second decade that Bill realized his mistake.  He may have escaped the magenta eyes, but based on the trajectory of their lives he obviously hadn’t escaped a curse.  He’d settled into a loveless marriage almost immediately after arriving on the opposite coast, quickly producing both a child and a mountain of debt.  He’d managed to finish out his degree, but all that landed him was an unsatisfying job in middle management, so while Mark was hot, hung and happy on the other side of the country, he scraped by on a barely mediocre existence.

As the years rolled on, Bill watched his body fade beneath a growing layer of paunch, his hair began to thin and fall out, and on the rare occasion that he had sex, getting hard was increasingly difficult and his stamina was next to non-existent.  That latter scenario was even more rare after his divorce, leaving the pudgy, middle-aged man with nothing but a dead-end career and a child support payment that went to a son who’d somehow managed to inherit the distilled essence of his every dickish trait.  The kid had gone with his ex years ago, now about to turn eighteen, and even Bill realized how sad it was that the biggest thing he felt was relief at his obligations coming to an end.

Relief and regret.  Given his current circumstances, the thought of ending up as a gay, himbo hunk wasn’t nearly as terrible as it once seemed.  Mark had it all - the body, the house, the money - but most importantly his former friend was happy, whereas Bill couldn’t remember the last time he’d genuinely felt that emotion.  It was enough of a gut punch to get him on a plane headed back to where it all started.  He kept checking his reflection during the course of the journey, not sure if he was hoping for, or dreading, the moment when he’d see a slight illumination in his eyes.  Nothing happened during the flight, nor when he’d checked into his hotel the day before, and even now, sitting outside Mark’s sprawling townhouse in a rental car, his eyes were stubbornly normal.

He hadn’t told his friend he was coming.  He didn’t know how the other man would react, but he couldn’t risk Mark saying no.  He’d been easy enough to track down, still only a few miles from the campus they used to call home in a section of the city that was as expensive as it was trendy.  Bill felt another pang of jealousy beneath his nerves as he climbed out of the car and made his way to Mark’s front door, knowing he’d never have been able to afford such a place even if he hadn’t been forking over most of his salary to his ex and walking parenting failure.

Bill knew Mark was home.  He’d been sitting in his car out front for hours trying to work up his courage and had just seen the other man return, which made the pause after he rang the doorbell feel even longer.  He pressed the button, waited, then pressed it again, which was followed by more waiting.  After a third press and five, torturous minutes he was about to turn away when he heard a series of loud footfalls on the other side.  He barely had time to take a breath before the door was thrown open, the recently inhaled air threatening to escape in a gasp.

In person, Mark’s presence was even more overwhelming.  Whether it was a lingering connection from the curse, or just his years-long fixation with the other man, being confronted with the blonde’s strapping frame was like a slap in the face.  His perfect hair was still damp, his perfect muscle glistening from a recent shower, and all he wore was a pair of small gray shorts with nothing underneath based on what Bill saw outlined against the paper-thin cotton.

“Sorry, you caught me getting out of the shower,” Mark said with a quiver-inducing grin.  “Can I help…you…” he trailed off, cocking his head like a confused dog and raising an eyebrow as he looked at the man on his doorstep.  “Bill?  Is that…holy shit, dude!”

Bill gasped when Mark lunged forward and swallowed him in a bear hug, his trembling hands eventually landing on the blonde’s broad, bare back.  The sensation of being enveloped by the smooth skin and granite muscle was an encompassing experience, with Mark’s eager energy reminding the balding man of being greeted by an excited dog.  There was no hesitation in the chiseled stud’s actions or bright smile, leaving Bill all the more overloaded and confused.  “Uh…hey man,” he said, blushing when he realized that not only were they still embracing one another, but that Mark even smelled as good as he looked.

“I can’t believe it’s really you!  Come on, get in here,” Mark said, breaking off the hug but keeping a massive arm around his friend’s shoulders as he guided the other man inside.

Bill was actually disappointed when Mark let go and stood in front of him.  There was an awkward, at least on his part, silence as he stood in the spacious foyer and looked around at the well-appointed surroundings.  He’d seen some of them in Mark’s videos, but, as with his friend, the details were all the more impressive in person.  “This, uh, this is a hell of a place you’ve got here,” Bill finally managed.  His attention had shifted to the way Mark’s arm inflated as his friend reached up and ran a hand through his damp hair, the motion further accentuating the dramatic taper to the blonde’s ripped torso.  It also drew his gaze south to the fat bulge straining against the front of the tiny shorts, but Mark seemed unaware.

“I know, right?  It’s great.  Kinda flashy, but hey, I can afford it.”  His dismissive shrug was like a kick in Bill’s shins, and his smug grin made the other man wonder if it was intentional.  “But fuck the house!  What are you doing here?  It’s been, what?  Twenty years?”

Bill nodded, letting out another long, slow breath.  “Wouldn’t guess it based on the way you’re looking these days.”

Mark’s arrogant grin turned into a full smile as he looked down at himself.  “Bro.  For real.  This shit is crazy.  I barely even have to do anything to keep it up, either.  It’s like my body just wants to stay this way.  But you probably knew something about that, right?  Since this is kinda your fault, I mean?”  The blonde Adonis broke into a double bicep pose, letting Bill drink in the sight.  “I kept thinking it’d stop when you left and took your glowing eyes with you, but even though you weren’t around anymore it kept going.”

“Mark, seriously man, I didn’t know.  I thought it’d all stop too if I just got the fuck out of here,” Bill said, his stomach fluttering more and more the longer he was around the other man.  He hoped it was the curse kicking back in, but he knew it was more likely due to the waves of charm radiating off his friend.

“Never bothered to check, either,” Mark reminded him, his smile never wavering.

“I know.  That was super fucked, and I’m sorry, but I was terrified!  I didn’t know what was going on with either of us, and I was afraid that if I even reached out it’d start things back up.  I didn’t think it would…” he trailed off in a sigh.  “What…what happened after I left?”

“Well…this,” Mark laughed, running a hand down the deep valley that bisected his torso.  “I started getting all hot when you bolted, and it just kept going.  Got real dumb, too,” he said, rolling his eyes.  “Okay, not like, ‘dumb’ dumb, but like…scattered?  All I could think about was fucking.  Dudes, too, so that was weird at first.  It was kinda scary for a minute there.  I couldn’t…can’t… focus good enough for something like school anymore, so that was out, but luckily everything just kinda fell into place.  Still does.  Were things this easy back when you were all hot too?”

Bill winced internally at Mark’s usage of the past tense.  “I mean, sort of,” he shrugged, feeling a surge of guilt over the casual way in which his friend described his life being turned upside down.  “So what’d you end up doing?”

“Remember your dudes Chad, Kit and Trev?  I crashed with them for a while.  Without you here to egg them on they were actually pretty cool, especially when I brought all my hot lady friends around.  And even when I didn’t those guys were all too happy to hit this instead,” Mark grinned, giving his ample, gravity-defying ass a swat.  “Shit, man, I get why you always used to brag so much.  I was missing out on all the fun by not jumping from bed-to-bed the way you did.  Sure made up for it, though.”

Bill just blinked, his jealousy peaking again as he thought about the fun his friends were having while he was scraping by alone.  He didn’t treat the other three much better than he did Mark, but at least they were meathead jocks and as such closer to his level.  It made sense that they’d all clump together in his absence, but he still had a hard time picturing any of them actually fucking another man.  Though, the longer he was in Mark’s presence, it was becoming easier to accept.  “That sounds…interesting.”

“It was fuckin’ hot, bro.  Those guys were like machines in bed…still are, actually.  We get together a couple times a year for a ‘boys only’ weekend and their wives have no clue.  By the time they graduated and left town I’d already picked up a few gigs dancing around town, and when you look like this people are happy to throw money your way.  After a while it just kept coming and piled up and here we are,” Mark said, motioning around the room.  “I used to think of this as your fault…now I think it was maybe a reward for putting up with your shit for so long,” he laughed.  “Not where I saw things going, but I’ve got no complaints, that’s for damn sure.  What about you?”

Bill didn’t know where to start.  “Oh, you know.  Not nearly as exciting.  After I finally stopped running I ended up finishing school, got married, had a kid.  Pretty normal…”

“What’s going on up here,” Mark interrupted as he reached out to run a hand over his friend’s large bald spot.  “Don’t remember you having that.”

Bill blushed, both from the stab of embarrassment and the thrill that shot down his spine at the sensation of Mark’s big, strong hand tousling his scalp.  It was something he used to do to his friend in their younger days, but he never imagined that he’d enjoy being on the receiving end.  “Yeah, well, not all of us are hot enough to make their money from fuck videos,” he spat.

“Ohhhhhh, so you’ve seen my videos,” Mark said, stepping forward to slowly circle his friend as he eyed Bill’s doughy frame.  “You know, I used to always think ‘if only I could be half as hot as Bill it’d be so easy’.  And I was like, totally right.  It’s just funny that I thought this was as good as it gets,” he chuckled, reaching around to grip Bill’s spare tire from behind.

“Hey!  Co…come on, man.  You don’t need to be a dick about…” Bill’s stammering was cut off when Mark grabbed the bottom of his ill-fitting polo without warning and abruptly pulled it upward.  In his shock, the heavyset man found his arms raising on instinct, leaving him momentarily stuck when Mark let go, his thick midsection on display.  He felt the blonde’s hands at his fly before he had a chance to free himself, and sure enough his jeans went south moments later.  “Dude!  What the fuck, man?!  What do you think you’re doing,” he cried, his face beet red when Mark pulled the shirt entirely away.  He’d tried to lower it back into place but his friend grabbed it before he had the chance, roughly stripping it free and leaving him sputtering in nothing but a pair of stretched red boxer briefs with his pants at his ankles.

“Oh please,” Mark scoffed, tossing the purloined shirt aside.  “How many times did you do that to me back in the day?  In front of everyone?  At least I left your undies on, Billy,” he laughed, emphasizing the name he knew his friend hated.  “If you’ve seen my videos then you know you were overdressed for this house anyway.  What happened to the Bill who never had a shirt on?  He still under there somewhere?”  Mark pinched his friend’s love handle before reaching up to give one of the plump, meaty pecs a squeeze.  Bill’s muscular foundation was still present under the new bulk, but it was buried deep.

The balding man gasped at the groping, his face going a deeper shade of red at the sound.  “Look, I know I never treated you right.  I was a total asshole…to everyone,” he said, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his discarded jeans to follow when Mark turned and strolled deeper into the house.  His eyes immediately dropped to his friend’s round, shifting cakes, and he became increasingly aware that his body was responding to the other man in a way that was about to be obvious without his jeans to cover it.  He tried to tell himself that it was just due to the fact that this was the closest thing he’d had to sexual activity in well over a year, but he knew it went deeper than that.  “I’m sorry, okay?”

“I’m not,” Mark shrugged as they entered a spacious living room.  Bill had seen it in videos before, and his heart started racing at the thought of all the things the couch in front of him had been a part of.  “I might not be as quick as I used to be, but I got to thinking that maybe this is how the curse worked?  You were always trying to embarrass me by exposing my body, and the curse didn’t just make that go away, it turned it into a major selling point.  Meanwhile, you end up looking like this.”

Bill took a deep breath, his chest starting to rise and fall in a rapid manner when Mark casually stripped out of his pointless shorts.  Though he’d seen it countless times on screen, the sight of the blonde’s pendulous cock in person made him quake.  “I never really meant to…I mean I didn’t want to actually hurt…”

“Oh, no, I know.  It’s kinda funny that I ended up the scatterbrain.  You’re the one who never thought about anything beyond the end of his dick.”  Mark shook his head and stepped forward, this time slowly running a hand down the front of his friend’s torso.  “Is that why you’re here?  You saw my videos and decided you wanted to come sample the new me for yourself?”

Bill wanted to say no, but his straining cock made it a moot point.  “No, I just…I wanted to come make amends.  I thought maybe if we patched things up we cou…could…”  he stopped talking when Mark’s hand slipped into the front of his underwear.  The blonde gave a few tugs before yanking the boxer briefs down his meaty thighs and then taking a step back to appraise the sight.

“There’s Big Billy, just like I remember,” Mark cooed.  “But he doesn’t really look as impressive with all that bulk around him, does he?  Especially compared to meat like this.”  The blonde hefted his own twitching club, gently tugging the massive rod until it reached a thick ten inches.  It would have outsized Bill’s stout seven incher regardless, but jutting off the blonde’s chiseled abdomen made it seem even larger compared to the rod poking out from beneath the balding man’s gut.  “In all this time you’ve never been with another guy, have you?”  He grinned when Bill shook his head and ground their cocks together, his hand sliding down the other man’s back to grip a hefty cheek.  “Look at that…more switching.  This time I’m the hot stud with all the experience and you’re the nervous, chunky little virgin.”

Bill wanted to crawl under a rock and hide, but he’d never been more turned on in his life.  And he couldn’t even argue because he knew Mark was right.  All he could do was stand naked and trembling in the middle of his friend’s luxurious house while the turned tables were rubbed in his face.  He wasn’t the smug hunk anymore, he was the insecure friend hoping for some scraps.  “Oo…okay…look, maybe this…this wasn’t such a good idea…” he said, mustering some semblance of control when Mark stepped away for a moment.

“Oh, don’t be scared just ‘cause it’s your first time.  I’ve got you,” the ripped blonde cooed.

“OOHOHHUUOOHHH…!”  Bill howled and went up on his toes when a pair of lubed fingers pressed against, then through, his tight hole.  The sensation was painful at first, but just like Mark promised it passed quickly as his friend’s strong fingers found their mark.  “HHHOOOooohhh fuuuuuuck,” Bill groaned, eyes wide.  “What…what’re you doooOOHHoooing…”

“Fingering you.  What does it feel like,” Mark laughed, using his free hand to rub Bill’s belly.  “Thought we’d start with something easy since it’s your first time.”  The penetrated man clenched his fists, open-mouthed writhing and whimpering at the foreign ecstasy shooting through him when the pair of fingers became a rooting trio.  “You can relax and enjoy yourself, Billy.  Hey, remember that time you convinced Jessica Thomas to pretend to be into me?  And she made me put on a blindfold before telling me to take my clothes off and then start jerking off?  But really you guys had snuck in to laugh?”

“IIIiiiEEEE…I’m sorry…I told you I…”

Mark squeezed one of Bill’s nipples and gave his friend a quick peck on the cheek.  “My point is you should give the big guy some attention.  Way he’s leaking makes it seem like it’s been a minute.”  Bill didn’t know what else to do.  He grabbed his aching cock and started pumping away, trying to convince himself that it was the curse making him do any of this.  He tried not to think about how the scene would look from the outside, with his dumpy, middle-aged frame against Mark’s muscled perfection.  “Okay, I think that’s got things nice and loose.”

“What do you meeEEAAAHHuuuhhnnn…!”  Bill howled when Mark pulled his hand free and plunged inside.  A pair of granite arms wrapped around him from behind in a repeat of their earlier embrace, the experience all the more overwhelming with his friend thrusting in and out.  Bill could feel his entire body shaking from the force of the impacts, could feel his friend’s fingers biting into his soft frame while Mark’s body was like a brick wall bearing down on him, but all he could do was keep pumping away in the hope that it would jumpstart the curse and let him partake in some facet of the other man’s existence.

It all felt so right.  From the moment he’d set foot in Mark’s home, the dominant way in which his friend had been treating him just made sense.  It’s why he meekly took the insults, let himself be stripped down, fingered, and now hammered into.  The new dynamic was infinitely preferable to the one where he was always domineering and in charge, and he was all too happy to let Mark take control, even if it meant being the blonde’s power bottom punching bag.

Mark took his time, expertly bringing Bill to the brink and back over and over again until the former hunk was grunting and whimpering uncontrollably.  He waited until the heavier man was at his most frenzied before leaning in and whispering in his ear.  “Remember the rest of that Jessica story?  How you guys took a bunch of pictures and spread ‘em all over campus?  Only seemed fair that I do the same.  I’ve been streaming this since we walked into the living room.”

Bill’s stomach dropped even as he felt himself rocketing helplessly towards the edge.  He was mortified at the idea of thousands and thousands of people watching his jiggling dad-bod get fingered and then fucked by the once-scrawny super stud.  It was the stuff of nightmares, yet no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise, Bill knew he was exactly where he was supposed to be.  He’d let Mark do whatever he wished, no matter how humiliating and in front of as many people as his friend wanted.

The impaled man gave a final, guttural grunt and then erupted, blasting all over Mark’s floor.  He knew he must look ridiculous, but at the same time he felt a rush of satisfaction that he’d lasted so long.  All it took was having a dick inside him instead of the other way around.  He stayed in place until Mark finished, letting out another sharp gasp at the foreign sensation of a warm explosion filling his insides.  He shivered at the way it spilled down his aching thighs when the other man pulled out, hating the sudden emptiness left behind.

“Looks like Billy had fun,” Mark cooed, giving his friend’s thick ass a rough swat.  “Gotta be honest, bro.  That ass is still great, no matter how fat it gets.  Maybe that’s your problem?  You’re not big enough.  You’re kinda stuck in the middle right now.  Instead of trying to slim back down maybe you should go the other direction.  There’s a big market for thick guys, and you’re a natural, bud.”

“I…I don’t…I…” All Bill could do was stutter and stumble along in a daze as Mark guided him out of the room.  He absently took the bundle of discarded clothes when his friend handed them to him, his body still buzzing from his virgin romp.

“How about this…how long are you in town?  Why don’t you come back by tomorrow and we can talk about it some more, okay?  I’m sure I’ll have plenty of comments from viewers to share by then.  Sound good?  Great!”

“O…okay, yeah, that…shit!”  Bill yelped, finally realizing that Mark had guided him out the front door and that he was standing naked on his friend’s stoop, clothes wadded in his arms and the door closing behind him.  He scampered across the street and dove into his rental car, his head spinning and his stomach fluttering as he sat naked in the driver’s seat.  He didn’t want to leave, no matter how embarrassing the experience had been.  He wanted to be with Mark.  He wanted to be used and humiliated.  He wanted his brains fucked out.  Literally.  He wanted to be the blonde’s beefy fuckboy and nothing else.  He wanted the curse to catch up and finally claim its due.

Bill sighed and slumped back in the seat, a pair of faintly glowing, magenta eyes gazing back at him from the rear-view mirror.