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((My first gay scene. I wasn't really horny when I wrote the sex scene, so I hope it's not too crappy xD))

Alex folded his arms as he waited for Trevor to answer him. There was no reply. After ten seconds, the silence was starting to piss him off. Never mind the possibility that Trevor might have departed for the rave already; that had not occurred to the jock. The only things going through his thick head at the moment were: a) He needed his lucky baseball bat, and b) His roommate was not bringing it out to him.

Rolling his eyes, Alex gave up and walked down the hall towards his bedroom. He could hear movement inside. "Took you long enough, faggot," he called out, "You gonna give it to me, or what?" A smirk cracked Alex's face as he pushed the door open. No sooner had it appeared when it promptly vanished.

The smell was the first thing that surprised Alex. Sure, he was a smelly dude, and he rarely dealt with the piles of sweaty clothes strewn about his room, but this was not what he was accustomed to. The air was so thick with male musk, it was as if his face had been thrust into an unwashed and very heavily used jockstrap.

"Oh...God!" the athlete exclaimed. He clapped a hand to his nose and mouth, his eyes watering from the intensity of the stench. Despite his obscured vision, Alex could clearly see the dark, looming figure silhouetted in the light from his window. The terrifying presence was enough to make Alex forget about the smell. "What the FUCK?!" he shouted in an unusually shrill voice.

The figure took a step away from the window. It looked like some sort of dog with long ears and an Olympian build that every bodybuilder strove to replicate. It was obvious that the sinister canine was the source of the overwhelming odor in the room; more specifically, the gigantic, pulsing phallus nestled neatly in the vertical groove of his 8-pack.

Alex tried desperately to hide his fear, but was betrayed by his shaking hands. He swallowed hard, and confronted the hulking, carnal beast. "Okay, you son of a bitch," he snarled, trying his hardest to sound more angry than frightened, "What are you doing in MY room, and what the hell did you do to my roommate?" Alex puffed out his broad chest for emphasis. He looked the creature straight in the eye. The jock didn't dare look at the raging erection the intruder had.

Trevor inclined his head at Alex. He didn't expect the young man to recognize him in this form. Though he didn't show it, the jackal thought it was very cute that Alex was trying to act tough. His sensitive nose could detect the stress and the fear in the complex scents rolling off the jock. As the enchanted Goth regarded the other, he decided it would be fun to mess with him a little. In this case, the best way to do that would be to tell the truth. "Alex, don't you recognize me?" he asked with a small half-smile. He was pleasantly surprised that his voice had grown deeper since his transformation.

Alex was stunned by the sudden question. His façade of anger was lost almost instantly. "I don't," he said, "How do you know my name?" The jock's below-average mind attempted to recall whether or not he had seen the anthro jackal before. Truth be told, he didn't know such a being existed. Then again, he wasn't well-read. If-no, when he got out of this alive (so Alex assured himself), he'd have to see what one of those eggheads at the library knew. His eyes strayed a little too far, giving him a glimpse of Trevor's enormous black member. Since he first came in, it seemed to have grown harder. It was even dripping now! Oh fuck, he thought, don't tell me this guy's a fag too. If he comes on to me...he tried not to think about that.

"Alex," said Trevor, "you do know me. It's me, Trevor. You should know your own roommate."

"Bullshit!" Alex exclaimed more out of surprise than anger, "You don't look anything like Trev. He's a scrawny little Goth dweeb. You're...well...a lot taller, for one."

Trevor's large frame shook with a rumbling chuckle, "How can you be sure? What if I told you I used to be a scrawny little Goth dweeb? Would that change your mind?"

"No."

"You can't rely on appearance alone to learn the truth."

"Uh... I don't follow you." Alex scratched his head, confusion written all over his face.

The large jackal rolled his eyes in bemusement. Why did he bother using words with more than two syllables? He tried to be as plain as he could. "Alex, after you left, I wiped your spit off the urn. It had a genie inside. He looked like this," he waved over his dark body, "he made a mistake, and now, well, I took over his body. Get it?"

Alex, though still perplexed, decided he wasn't smart enough to contest the explanation, and gave Trevor the benefit of the doubt. "I think so," he said, "That doesn't change the fact that I need my lucky baseball bat. Now how about you be a good little queer and give it to me?"

Trevor felt a sudden anger rising within him. He had been perfectly fine until Alex called him a "little queer". The jock called him that all the time; why was it getting to him now? All he knew was that Alex's words were infuriating him now. He tried to maintain his calm external demeanor, but his nightly fur stood on end around his neck even so. "No," he said, "I have other plans for you."

"The fuck you talking about?" Alex asked, "and would you cover that thing up? It's grossing me out."

The Goth grinned. "Are you sure? I'm quite proud of it, myself. Oh well, if you say so..." Leaning to his right, Trevor pulled Alex's closet door open. He found an old letterman jacket from his high school inside. The jock's eyes nearly bulged out of his head when the hulking canine draped it over his cock and tied the sleeves together around his waist. "There! Better?"

Alex sputtered angrily, but could not find a way to respond. Oh well, at least he didn't wear that jacket anymore, and this...this thing that claimed to be Trevor had covered his stiffy. "Yes, fine..." he grumbled, "now tell me what the hell you want from me."

This was the perfect time for Trevor to spring his infatuation for the jock on him. He had always been too small and weak to speak his mind to Alex in the past; he could have ended up in the hospital as a result. Now, the former human had the whip hand for once in his life, and it felt good. "I'm saying I have a thing for you, Alex. I always have. Since day one, I've dreamed of getting into those basketball shorts of yours. Don't you see? I never told you before, because I was afraid of you. I was small and weak then, but look at me now. I can share my true feelings about you in the bluntest terms without fear." The jackal punctuated his confession by crossing his burly arms and cracking a sly grin. There, he had said something he'd waited two years to say.

Alex was dumbstruck by the sudden admission. His face remained blank for a moment before twisting through several emotions, surprise, disbelief, fear, before finally settling on anger. "How dare you?" he whispered, then shouted, "How fucking dare you?! You know, it's bad enough that I have to put up with your gay-ass friends and the fact you like it up the ass, but trying to drag me into your disgusting shit is even worse! I never liked you, Trevor. I would have kicked your gay little ass right away, but I just kept forgetting. Now get outta here, you fucking pervert, and don't even think about showing your face anymore."

Most of Alex's tirade was expected by the Goth. Even so, his words stung, especially the part about Alex never liking him. The normal, unchanged Trevor would have probably broken down into tears at that moment. But he was far from normal. Raghib had given his body to Trevor, but pieces of his supernatural mind were beginning to awaken within his personality. This new Trevor felt more dominant, more aggressive, and much less forgiving. How could this puny human even think he could talk back to him like this? What would have been sorrow had been changed into white hot rage at being insulted. Was this mortal blind? He had to be taught some manners, and to submit to his desires.

Trevor straightened up, making himself appear several times larger than he really was. He took a step forward, about to lay into the impudent jock, when a thought occurred to him. Sure, he had immortal abilities, now, but he was still bound to the urn sitting on the kitchen table. He could not exercise his full abilities whilst in servitude to the mortal realm. He had to be wished free by a human, and Trevor knew just how to get what he wanted.

With tremendous effort, the powerful entity pushed his anger deep into the back of his mind. He kept his expression blank, hoping he could maintain a cool outward appearance. "You know what, Alex?" he said in a low voice, "You are absolutely right. I have disgraced myself. I need to leave. Unfortunately, I am unable to as long as I am enslaved by the infernal urn which you spat upon earlier." That wasn't altogether true-Alex could just move the urn down the street or something-but omission of details was crucial here. "If you would rub the urn, and wish for me to be free, I can go as I please, and you won't see me anymore."

Alex folded his arms as he thought about it. "If it'll get your furry, faggoty ass out of my face..." he grunted. Turning on his heel with almost military precision, the jock stomped out and went to the kitchen. He came back lugging the heavy piece of ceramic with him.

Trevor smiled when Alex returned. "Good, good. Now do as I said, and I shall depart immediately." The jackal genie removed the makeshift loincloth that was Alex's coat. He smirked when he saw the wet stain his tip had left in the lining. The jock just grumbled and vigorously rubbed the urn with his sleeve.

The jackal felt the electric tingle of a summoning spell flow through him. In his aroused state, it felt pretty good. Trevor tilted his head when Alex did not continue. "Well? Will you make the wish?"

"Yeah yeah yeah," said Alex, "I wish you were free and stuff, okay? Now get the hell outta here."

Trevor was caught off-guard by the sudden surge of power that struck his body. All his abilities, once shackled by the terms of his imprisonment, were now at his disposal. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and did not require a human to wish it so! The jackal growled lustily, his enormous black phallus pulsing excitedly as his magical bondage was eradicated. Now, he answered to no one.

The Goth genie looked down at Trevor, a predatory fire blazing in his eyes. Alex was still staring up at him, waiting for him to leave. "Mmmm, thanks Alex. Now I can leave...and you will come with me."

"Thank fucking lord, it's about...wait, what?" A confused look crossed Alex's visage. "I ain't going with you, man. I thought the deal was you'd go away."

"And I am going away," Trevor replied, "but you're coming along for the ride. I didn't mention it earlier. Sorry." Of course, the Goth was not sorry. No, he needed to put the puny human back into his place.

Before Alex could even start to argue, Trevor waved his arm. Blue flames streaked from his fingers and hit the opposite wall of the bedroom. The enchanted fire spread across that side of the room, incinerating everything in its path and blocking the exit. The jock yelped in alarm, and ran towards the window in an attempt to escape. "I'm afraid it's too late, now," Trevor rasped. With another wave of his paw, the window was sealed shut. Alex frantically tried to wrench it open, but to no avail. He turned back to face the canine.

"You stay the fuck away from me, you freak!" he shouted, a hint of fear in his voice. The blue flames were creeping across the floor and ceiling, inching closer and closer to him. He looked about for something he could use as a weapon. His gaze rested on his lucky baseball bat, propped against the wall beside his closet. The jock snatched it up and brandished it a Trevor. "I'm getting outta here, and you aren't gonna stop me!"

Trevor tossed his head back and laughed, the cursed flames he had cast now trailing around his muscular legs. "You think that's going to help you?" he asked, before casually striding up to Alex, his straining canid erection bobbing with each step.

"I warned you!" the jock bellowed. With all his might, he took a swing at the jackal. The sweet spot of the bat connected squarely with Trevor's massive testicles. Much to Alex's dismay, the Goth did not crumple to the floor like he should have. The jackal murred, and his cock jumped at the sudden impact. A generous dollop of precum was flung from his tip, much of it splattering across Alex's face and chest.

"Gross!" he exclaimed, dropping the bat to wipe at the musky substance tainting him. At that moment, Trevor lunged forward. He seized the jock by the scruff of his neck just as the flames overtook the rest of the room. There was a bright flash of light as their surroundings were consumed. Alex screamed and squeezed his eyes shut, sure that the jackal was killing them both.

Cautiously, the jock opened an eye. Was he dead? He felt fine, as far as he could tell. What he did know was that he wasn't in his room anymore. As far as he could tell, Trevor's magic had wiped out all of their surroundings. The jock was surrounded by an endless void of murky gray, almost like a thick fog. Alex looked to the left, to the right, and over his shoulder. Nothingness spread out before him as far as the eye could see.

Alex then looked down to find he was naked as the day he was born. He groaned, knowing that pervert of a Goth had probably done away with them. A deep, rumbling chuckle made him jump. He whirled about to find Trevor standing before him, just as naked and hard as he was back in their apartment.

"Alright, enough is enough. Gimme back my clothes!" Alex snarled.

"No," replied the jackal, "I figured you'd be more comfortable without them. Besides, I think it's an improvement." He offered the jock a savage grin. Alex's heart sank. He may not be too smart, but he knew when he was in no position to argue. Trevor knew this as well, and it felt great! No wonder Alex had always pushed him around.

As the full realization that Trevor was in control now began to sink in, Alex hesitantly asked, "Um...now what?"

"I think you know the answer to that," Trevor said, "You and I are both naked, have all the privacy in the world...I'm going to give you a chance to make up for your rude behavior back at the apartment. Just do what I say, and life will be easier for you." The Goth made no effort to hide the fact he was ogling the jock. The human's chiseled body looked pretty much the same way Trevor had envisioned it-stocky, well-trimmed hair, average sized length. The jackal was a bit surprised at seeing Alex was uncircumcised, but that didn't matter much to him.

Alex shifted nervously. Though he'd never admit it, he was afraid of his roommate. This was the first time he had been confronted by someone bigger and stronger than him. The shoe was on the other foot, and quite frankly, he didn't like that one bit. "Uh...I got a better idea. How about you let me go?"

Trevor slowly shook his head in response. "Not going to happen, my dear Alex. Now listen, I have a proposal for you." The Goth turned enchanter did an abrupt about face. He firmly planted his legs in a broad stance. He grasped his tight, dark furred rump in both his paws and gave it a hearty squeeze. Trevor shot a somewhat seductive smile over his shoulder, before bending over slightly. His tail lifted, and his tight, perfectly toned buttcheeks spread to expose the tight pucker nestled between them. The jackal's heavy testicles hung pendulously between his thighs.

"Do you like what you see here, Alex?" Trevor purred, "Is this not the sexiest ass you've ever laid eyes upon? It can be all yours if you like. For too long, I've wanted nothing more than to feel you inside me. It's up to you, but this is my only offer. Speak now: will you fuck me like one of your cheerleaders?"

Alex was dumbstruck for a moment. He found he could not look away from the explicit display before him. He admitted that Trevor did have a really nice ass, but he was more envious of the jackal's anatomical perfection than attracted to it. Even so, and much to the jock's dismay, a tickling passed through his length, making the flaccid meat plump up a little.

"Look man, I'm flattered, really," said the human, "but you're a dude. I just can't stick my dick into another guy. It, ya know, just doesn't feel right."

The smile faded from the jackal's muzzle. He straightened up, and turned to face him. Alex winced and tried to avert his eyes from the black penis pointing accusingly at him once more. "So be it," Trevor rumbled, "You may not be able to fuck me, and that is all well and good. You know why? Because I can still fuck you!"

Alex turned and broke into a run. At least, he thought he did. He had managed to turn around, but when he urged himself to run, his body just stopped responding. Panicking, the jock tried again and again to move his legs, but it was like they were frozen in place.

"On your knees!" Trevor boomed behind him. Right on cue, Alex's knees buckled. With his legs turned to jelly, gravity took over. The jock had no choice but to sink onto all fours into the murky fog covering the ambiguous ground of this strange void of shadows. The instant he was down, his muscles all tensed simultaneously, making him cry out in surprise and terror. Everything below his neck would not respond; he had no control over his movement.

Trevor growled lustily as he stepped up to the incapacitated human. "Good boy, Alex," he said, voice dripping with a condescension usually reserved for a domesticated animal, "You learn quickly." The jackal got on his knees as well. Reaching out, he rested a paw on one of Alex's sides and began to stroke up and down along it. The jock shivered and groaned at the touch, his uncut member twitching reflexively. No doubt he still felt everything despite his paralysis. That was just how Trevor wanted it.

"C'mon man," Alex whimpered, "Lemme go...I'll...I'll fuck you, okay? I'll do you like you wanted."

"It's too late for that, Alex; now you pay the consequences." The Goth scooted forward until the underside of his thick jackalhood rested on the jock's tailbone. Alex was both impressed by its size and weight and terrified by the fact it was going to plow up his backside any moment. It was then that Trevor began to grind his length along the apex of the human's crack. There would be no mercy regarding the anticipation.

Alex whimpered again, this time in both pleasure and shame. It was gay as all hell, but the grinding felt so good. The physical stimulation and the musk smothering the jock were making him hard. The human's member pulsed as it lay in a shallow, downward arc, threatening to rise to full staff. His foreskin began to pull back to reveal the expanding mushroom head within.

The carnal beast hovering over him paid no notice to his distress. Trevor seemed more focused on his own gratification than anything else. The Goth murred softly. A generous dollop of precum slid down his length and pooled at the base of Alex's spine. It slowly inched its way down into the human's crevasse and encircled the virgin ring Trevor desired.

As the hot, sticky fluids ran across Alex's tight hole, Trevor closed his eyes and focused. Magical energy flowed into the preseed spilling out onto the human. Endowed with Trevor's power, the liquid prodded at the ring, before forcing itself inside. Alex gasped at the sudden intrusion, then groaned as a sudden warmth filled his insides. The pleasant sensations made his cock jump. The jock looked down to find his full erection staring back at him. He bit his lip; this wasn't something he enjoyed...but it felt so good!

Alex was distracted by the unwanted pleasure until he felt something new prodding at his rear. Trevor's paw had migrated down to his butt, and the sharp claws were now prodding against the sensitive pucker, making it tense and convulse. Undaunted, the jackal pushed forward. His index finger passed through without resistance. The canine Goth smiled; the magic he had bestowed upon his pre had worked. Just to be sure, he tried to get a second finger in. Sure enough, the human's anus readily stretched to accommodate it like a loose rubber band. The jackal was even able to wiggle his fingers inside. The soft tissue, now granted a supernatural level of elasticity, moved with the thick digits.

That didn't mean it didn't hurt. Alex grunted through clenched teeth as his rectum was manipulated in ways never intended for it. Trevor could have cast a spell to take the pain away, but he felt a little payback was in order. Confident the spell would keep the jock from splitting in half, the enchanted Goth pulled his fingers from Alex's ass. No residue left behind; the precum was cleaning out the jock's passage as well. That was good; Trevor valued cleanliness.

Alex started to turn to look back at Trevor, but he never got the chance. A heavy paw planted itself firmly into his back, and his chest was forced to the ground. The wind was knocked out of the jock by the impact. "Don't...please don't..." Alex whispered.

"I said it's too late, Alex. You had two fricking years to change your attitude. You could have shown me a little bit of respect in that time. You shunned me, so I'm going to take what's mine!" Trevor sank lower on his knees to line his dripping, pulsing monstrosity of a member up with the mere mortal's inviting little entrance. With a vicious snarl, he thrust forward. He had done what he thought impossible; he was inside the man of his dreams.

Alex shrieked, arching his back against the massive intruder. He felt so incredibly full, and it burned like hell. Underneath the punishing pain, there was another feeling. The pressure on his prostate was providing him with unbelievable pleasure. The jackal behind him was thrusting now, and it didn't look like he planned on going easy. Tears of pain and embarrassment streaked Alex's face. Becoming his gay roommate's cockwarmer was the last thing his below average mind could fathom.

Trevor growled lustily. Despite the spell he had cast, the jock's insides still tightly hugged his girth. He gripped Alex's shoulders for leverage. His claws pierced the human's soft skin. "Alex...tell me you're my bitch..." he growled between pleasured huffs.

Alex whimpered, too terrified to respond. "SAY IT!!!" Trevor boomed.

"I'm your bitch," the jock murmured.

"Louder!"

"I'm your bitch!" Alex wailed.

"That's right!" shouted the jackal. He rewarded (or possibly further punished) Alex by picking up the pace. The burn of being stretched was starting to wear off, and the assault was starting to feel better with each thrust. A broken man, the once proud jock could only pant and mewl as Trevor demonstrated absolute dominance over him. Something warm and wet grazed his chiseled pecs. To his dismay, he realized he was having an orgasm. Normally, he loved getting his jizz on himself; it made him feel more virile. The current circumstances made it all the more humiliating.

Trevor didn't see Alex cum. Rather, he felt the shift in the human's aura. The jackal was getting pretty close himself. His thrusting was suddenly hampered by some sort of obstruction. The knot resting at the base of his shaft was expanding. After a few minutes, the canine realized he wasn't going to last much longer. It was time to wrap this up.

The Goth fell to his side, dragging Alex along with him. His arms curled around the human's broad chest, pinning him to his own. Trevor instinctively bit down on the back of his neck. Pulling up one of Alex's legs, the jackal stuffed his length into him right to the hilt. His thrusts were hard and shallow, not wanting to let his knot pop out.

Alex murmured incoherently, the violent assault on his ass rendering him semi-conscious. His rod pulsed once last time, a few weak squirts of murky cum leaving him in a second orgasm. That was what Trevor had held out for. He threw his head back and howled in triumph as his balls emptied themselves into his new toy.

With the force of water from a fire hose, white hot semen gushed into Alex's ass in violent bursts. Alex could only writhe as he felt the heat of another male's fluids coursing through him. As it had in the bathroom, this orgasm lasted a full minute. By the time the jackal was spent, the jock's belly was slightly distended by the large volumes of semen filling it.

Both males lay still for several minutes. Finally, Trevor willed his knot to recede, allowing him to pull out of Alex. Alex breathed an audible sigh of relief as the jackal's load was allowed to flow out. The dense liquid pooled behind him as he curled into a ball. The jackal stood and stretched, then bent down and patted Alex's head. "Very good boy, Alex. C'mon, stand up. It's time to go home."

Alex didn't respond. He was still shocked by what had just happened to him. Trevor sighed; looked like he'd have to carry him. With little effort at all, the jackal hoisted the human up over one of his burly shoulders. Waving his free arm, the fog began to clear away, and the lavish décor of Raghib's harem began to materialize. The Goth frowned; he'd have to modify his new domain to suit him. As he stepped into the chamber, he noticed Raghib's lovely female slaves, busily playing together in a provocative fashion. Trevor smiled. He'd have to modify them too...