Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 18:52:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Jones <daubree2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Repaid

Adam leaned against the wall and nursed his bleeding head.  The huge man
had come out of nowhere, bashed his head with a stick, and had run off with
Adam's backpack. He stood and swayed for a minute before cursing, wildly
and deeply.  And then he called the police.

The police sergeant took the report and said they may get a result, they
may not.  In the meantime, Adam was reminded that walking on a dark street
alone was a stupid thing to do.  The sergeant gave a humorless smile, and
Adam turned and left.

He already had his own way of dealing with the situation, since he'd found
a short red hair on his jacket.  Since neither he nor any of his friends
had red hair, he was fairly sure it belonged to the robber, and he prepared
to take his revenge that night.

Holding the single hair before him, Adam concentrated on it with all his
might.  Willing the man to appear, he sent a surge of energy through his
hand and into the hair, casting it out into the wider world.  Now, barring
any protective spell, the scum would show up at his door to be dealt with
at his leisure.  Adam popped a beer and relaxed.

Late the next evening, a tentative tap at his door drew Adam's attention.
He saved his game and shut it down, strolling toward the door.  If it was
who he expected, he wasn't going anywhere.  Indeed, a tall man with red
hair and muscles on top of muscles waited without, a bewildered and hostile
look on his face, clearly contemplating violence in the short term.  Adam
smiled through the spy hole, and opened the door.

"What the fuck, man," the guy growled, his voice heavy with menace, as he
strode though the door. "What the fuck have you done to me, you fucking
freak?" He tried to slug Adam, but couldn't quite connect; instead, Adam
closed the door.

"Goddammit, I'm talking to you," he yelled, swinging again as Adam strolled
by toward the living room.  Once again the blow missed, and this infuriated
the guy even more.  He ran after the younger man, clearly building toward
an explosion, his face a deep, furious red.  Adam stopped and turned,
waiting for him in the center of the rug.  The angry thug stopped and
glared.

"Suck my cock," Adam said, his face perfectly calm.  The thug's grew redder
still, but some miracle seemed to prevent his wild blow from landing.  Adam
watched him recover and then, still calm, repeated, "Suck my cock."

The thug's inarticulate bellow was abruptly cut off as he shrank a good two
feet.  His features melted and ran, muscle disappearing as his skin grew
soft and fine, faint wisps of reddish hair gracing his upper lip.  Freckles
bloomed all over his face, and his clothes hung down like rags, far too
large to fit a suddenly fourteen year-old kid.  Astonishment replaced rage
as the thug felt the change, but the anger still swamped his brain, and he
responded to the only thing he recognized by taking another swing at Adam's
face.  His reach was laughably short, his arms pipestem thin, but still it
was enough: the boy shrank again, his boxers and pants falling clean off
him as his eight year-old self reached three and a half feet.  The boy's
shirt hung like a tent, and his little red face glared from beneath a mop
of red curls.  Adam's grin almost reached his ears as the boy swung out yet
again, and this time he caught the thin arm as it went whipping by.

"What^Åthe^Åfuck!" the boy piped, his outrage overwhelming his mind.  Adam
spun him about and pulled him tight, his smooth little back pushed hard on
his crotch. "You're going to pay for hurting me," Adam said, marching the
boy toward the couch. "Remember?  The guy on the street last night?  I'm
going to take my own back." Adam turned and sat on the couch, dragging the
boy around in front of him, kicking his feet out beneath him.  The boy
landed on his knees, his face right in Adam's crotch, and he tried to
recoil.  Adam yanked at him hard, jamming his little lips right onto his
dick, and he grinned. "If you play nice and suck me, I'll turn you back.
Ok?" Lost, bewildered and helpless, the former thug sullenly
nodded. "Good."

Keeping one hand locked around the boy's wrist, Adam undid his fly and
hauled down his pants.  His cock popped free, unrestrained by any
underwear, and almost smacked the kid in the face.  The thick head bobbed
just before the kid's soft lips, and Adam nodded at him. "Well, go on."

The kid eyed the bobbing dick for a long minute, and then reached up to
grasp it with a tiny hand.  His grip was hard and unskilled, but Adam
sighed with pleasure anyway.  He closed his eyes and let the kid go on with
his tentative jacking motions for a few minutes, enjoying his reluctance to
touch or pleasure another guy.  And then decided to take more.

Adam gripped the boy by the sides of his head and drew his little mouth
down to his dick.  The huge knob, dripping with precum, brushed against the
kid's plump lips, which stubbornly refused to part.  Adam grinned again and
the little guy shrank still further, traces of muscle and height melting
away as he regressed to seven.  The kid felt it, and shuddered, his mouth
popping open in horror.  Immediately, Adam's huge shaft plunged in.

The former thug gagged for awhile, his face hauled up and down Adam's cock
by the older man's grip.  After ten minutes of this he'd learned to keep
his jaw down and his tongue extended, and Adam started to enjoy his work.
So much spit had flooded down Adam's balls that it dripped onto the cushion
beneath him, the smacking sounds of the boy gobbling his knob spurring him
to even further heights.

Adam shoved the kid off his dick and stood up, towering over the little
form.  He picked him right up, flipped him around, and laid the kid on his
back on the edge of the cushion.  The robber's head hung down, and Adam
dropped to his knees, aimed his dick, and filled the kid's throat to the
root with his meat.  The thug writhed and squirmed, but Adam held his dick
there until he was just on the edge of release.  Then he pulled back,
waited a beat for the scum to draw breath, and thrust in again.

For ten long minutes, Adam fucked the kid's throat, taking every ounce of
revenge he could.  Looking down at the little body, he noticed it no longer
writhed, but accepted his thrusts without complaint.  From swaggering thug
he'd been turned into cocksucking fucktoy, and Adam felt his balls churn
with a massive load.  What he knew and the kid didn't was that cum would
seal the spell, making his changes permanent and dooming him to living
through the growing process once again.  Adam considered for a moment,
jammed his dick balls deep, and fired his load right down the kid's belly,
the little throat swollen by his meat.  For ten long bursts Adam kept his
cock buried to the hilt, and then he pulled back.  The little scum lay
dazed on the couch, his skin flushed and sweaty, cum and spit drooling from
his slack lips, his eyes clouded with sex.  Adam looked down at him with
distaste.

"Alright, you, get out.  I'm done." The kid slowly raised his head as Adam
got dressed, but he didn't move until the man stood over him.

"Wh, what about turning me back," he whispered, looking up at Adam with
huge blue eyes.  The man scowled down. "I lied.  Git!" Adam picked the kid
up and carried him bodily to the door, where he dropped the kid in the
hall. "Go on, git!" And Adam slammed the door in his face.


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