Incancation

“C'mon guys, really, what're we doing tonight?” Keith weaved past me on the path to where Tim and Xavier were leading, “What are you planning?” Only laughter floated back our way. I could barely see the lantern light anymore, occasionally poking fingers of light through the brush up ahead.

It was another wonderful, moonless summer night. This was my favorite time, when the rest of the world was asleep and the night belonged to us. The trees had that way of muffling sound so that we could shout and jeer without worrying about anyone back in town hearing us; the threes were great keepers of secrets.

“We've got a secret! We've got a secret!” Tim jeered from the lead. He was giddy with excitement and couldn't keep from showing it; Tim was a lousy poker player. I was beginning to wonder if Keith was right, that Xavier was a bad influence on Tim. I stopped and looked back to make sure Scott, the fifth of our group, was still behind me. He was unusually quiet, and when our eyes met—even despite the almost complete darkness—I could tell he was wondering the same thing.

He took a couple steps up to me and asked quietly, “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

I shrugged. “I guess so.” I knew that was not what he wanted to hear so I acted a bit more excited, “I mean, yeah. It's a good plan. It's going to be hot. And Tim's right, I am the best candidate.” I didn't need to see to know Scott was still leering at me. “Hey, it's an awesome gift and Keith really deserves it.” Those were the exact words Xavier had used just days before when he first revealed the plan to me.

Scott started jogging ahead to try and catch up, “I hope you're right.”

When Scott and I got to the clearing Tim and Xavier were already starting the fire. I could tell they had been here earlier in the day preparing because the circle had been freshly redrawn with the combination of ash and other assorted compounds. The lantern hung from a large tree, and under its light Keith was studying a notebook.

“These are some interesting changes you've made to the circle. It's like an energy feedback idea, right?” Keith looked up at Tim and Xavier who were fanning the flames, then feeding the fire with some powder that sizzled and turned the flames into that familiar blue glow we'd come to know so well. They were grinning, ignoring Keith. “But the circle isn't symmetrical anymore. The protection element is missing.”

Xavier walked over to Keith with his typical challenging swagger, “Don't worry little bro, we've been planning this very carefully. We had Charlie go over the notes. You trust him, don't you? Don't worry, you're going to love this. We've designed it especially for you.” He then walked over to me and handed me the jar and brush and a piece of paper with a design on it. “Here, this is Keith's symbol. You two do each other.”

My ears were burning. It was a hell of a stunt, using Keith's implicit trust in me as leverage. I took the items and stepped up to Keith. Fortunately or unfortunately, I AM a really good poker player. Before I lost my own nerve I put on a warm but serious face and said quietly, “I spent an entire afternoon going after their notes. The spell has a good, solid design. Don't worry,” and I winked, although my stomach clenched as I did it, “he's right. You're going to love this.”

I must have been convincing because Keith pulled off his shirt for me with a look of resignation. I dabbed the brush in the jar and quickly began painting a complex symbol on Keith's chest. Much of it was familiar: there was the main design that bound our circle of five together and allowed our small covenant to do magic; there was the circle enclosing a small wavy line, drawn just below and to the left of the navel, that protected us from the cold—very important when you're mostly naked in the cold night air.

Other elements were new, taken from the book that Xavier had brought with him when he joined the covenant. Most of his books that he had inherited from his grandmother were much like our own; when he joined our group last year there was a lot that we were able to teach him that weren't in his books, and occasionally he had a surprise for us as well. I have to admit, if it weren't for him I wouldn't have gotten out of getting that drunk driving ticket. But Xavier had one small book that was completely different. It was written in an old Hungarian script and came from a completely different culture. It was like introducing acupuncture to modern medicine: potent and useful, but really hard to understand at the same time.

As I finished with Keith I could tell he was beginning to shiver. I placed my palm on the center of his chest, closed my eyes and intoned an incantation, finishing by kissing him lightly on the lips. At that moment I had a sharp vision flash before me: the memory of five years ago, when Keith first taught me how to do this. When he had first kissed me, his palm on my chest, saying only “Trust me.”

A red light briefly glowed along the painted design and then vanished. Keith stretched his shoulders a bit and relaxed. The cold air didn't bother him anymore, and he was able to strip out of his clothes.

“Okay Charlie, let me do you.” Xavier approached me, naked and wearing his own design bearing an element we called “The Storyteller”. I could see that Scott and Tim were finishing up as well. Tim, in his usual over-the-top manner had turned Scott's 'activating kiss' into an enthusiastic make-out session. I'm sure Scott didn't mind, because Tim really was the best kisser out of all of us.

The oil from the brush was really cold, and I tried to keep my composure, but I could feel my nipples getting hard. Xavier was concentrating on his work. I could see the nearby firelight glitter in his dark eyes. He occasionally brushed wisps of his long, straight, black hair out of his eyes. That long punk cut didn't quite match the rest of his physique. He was tall and lanky, about two inches taller than me with a skater's figure. His muscles weren't huge but they were well defined, and looked like taught steel belts under his skin. He skin was completely smooth except for a little black fuzz on his chest. Even his legs were mostly hairless.

Finally he put his right hand on my chest. He stood there, looking at me intently for a few moments and he summoned up energies from deep inside him. He took longer than usual, fixing me with his gaze. He had that permanent smirk on his face, the one that make it look like he was always keeping some sort of secret; the smirk you could see even when he was sleeping. I was beginning to feel the warmed from his hand as he finally spoke the incantation. He leaned forward and kissed me briefly but aggressively with strong lips. Then, hand still on my chest, he nuzzled my ear for a moment and whispered, “Thanks.”

I felt the night cold fall away. My skin felt warm all over, and I knew I could dance naked in an arctic blizzard and not feel uncomfortable.

“Okay, it's about time we let the cat out of the bag. Whaddy'a say, Tim?” Xavier looked over at Tim who was grinning.

We all approached the circle, but hesitated for more instructions. You see, typically our incantation circle was a perfect pentagon—each of us would sit at equidistant points. But this design was radically different. There were two places close to the center of the circle, and the other three formed a wider triangle around them. Xavier explained that Keith and I would sit in the center two positions, while the others would be on the outside. Then, since Tim had worked so hard on the spell and had such a hard time keeping the secret, Xavier let him explain.

“Keith, we planned tonight for you.” Tim began, “You've always been there for us. You've pulled me out of more messes than I can count. You've helped build our covenant into something really amazing. I mean, dude, three years ago I would have never imagined we could do what accomplished, like turning the football team gay for a week, or hypnotizing Scott's ex and getting a little well-deserved revenge. Hell, we even saved Bobby's life that one time.

“Anyway, we've all benefitted from this. We're in college; we’re on top of the world; it's the greatest time of our lives. We... just want it to be an even greater time of... your life.”

I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling Keith was catching on. You see, he was really good-looking in that enticing 'boy next door' sort of way. He could be charismatic, and although he wasn't ever the life of the party (that was Tim's role) he wasn’t wall flower either. His body was really fit—he ran five miles a day. But he fell short on the endowment-side of things. His cock, erect was a little more than four inches. That never stopped him, though. Keith was an aggressive bottom and had an ass that could blow your mind. He had a special affinity for seducing straight guys teaching them what they were missing.

But everyone had to admit, he still always had a certain self-consciousness about him. He was a little reserved some during some of our wilder exploits seemed to enjoy watching the rest of us rather than jumping into the fray. Tim had decided that needed to change.

Using magic to cause physical change isn't as easy as it sounds. Usually we use thought and illusion. An idea is far easier to manipulate than physical matter. You have to distort reality itself, and that takes serious power, more than we were used to. At most we cast the spells that kept our bodies warm, or if we worked really hard we could perform levitation. (You don't have to be an astronaut to experience zero-g sex, trust me!) We had gotten into a very small amount of reality manipulation recently. There was the case of saving Bobby Davis from drowning last year.

“Guys, you don't have to do this, if this is what I think...” Keith was blushing. I felt awful for him. “Hey, I'm... I'm having the time of my life already. Really...”

In the end it was Scott who swung the argument. He's usually doesn't say much, but when he does everyone listens. He walked over to Keith, gently took Keith's balls and dick in his hands and said, “Listen, we're just going to add a few inches to your Johnson. That's it. Then the tool will fit the man.” He put his hand on Keith's shoulder for a moment, and then went back to his place in the circle. I don't know, maybe it was one of those you-had-to-be-there moments but it was the perfect thing to say at the right moment.

Keith shrugged and finally sat down. But he had one last question: “So why are Charlie and I in this circle together?”

“Well that was the catch,” Xavier said, “That's the only way we could work the equation and balance the energies. Somebody has to be in the center with you. We looked at other configurations, but nothing worked. Tim was ingenious at adapting one of my grandmother's spells.”

“Let me guess: from that little red book of yours.” Keith said.

“Yeah. You gotta take these things from funny angles when you work with that book. But ya gotta admit, it's potent mojo. Anyway, Charlie had the next-smallest dick at six and a half inches, so he was the obvious choice. Don't worry, he doesn't mind the idea of getting a bigger cock.”

Xavier was mostly right. I mean, there are some guys I've fucked that couldn't have taken much more than about six or seven inches. Also, my cock was already pretty thick as well. I loved fucking and I didn't want to severely restrict the number of guys who could handle taking me. Tim and Xavier had a plan, and with proper timing I would be okay.

“Well, okay, let's go forward before I change my mind. How to we start?” Keith asked.

Tim explained, “For you an Charlie it's easy, once we’re open to the spirits you and Charlie just do a Giving incantation, but of your bodies. The rest of us do the soul-giving ritual and add the rules to the game. Xavier is the Storyteller. Got it?”

Keith nodded and started the basic chant. “Ol salzdi emdi ume...” We closed our eyes and joined him until we were in perfect unison. Then our words changed. There were about ten verses we spoke together to bind the covenant and open it to spirits and powers of the forest. Then it was time for Keith to speak his Giving incantation:

“Talzeth verdeth emdi ume... I bind myself to my coven, to my brothers. I give to the circle my body. I release it freely.”

Just so you understand, our rituals almost always take the same form: each person “gives” to the ritual one of three things—his body, his mind, or his spirit. Almost always our spells involved mind, if we're casting some sort of illusion or mind-trick on someone; or spirit, if we want to influence luck or fortune. I'd given my body only once before, and that was for the levitating sex episode I mentioned before.

Next it was my turn, “Talzeth verdeth emdi ume... I bind myself to my coven, to my brothers. I give to the circle my body. I release it freely.”

My face suddenly felt flushed. My body was tingling; my limbs felt a little heavy. I had to concentrate on chanting until the spell was finished, but it was hard to keep from being distracted. There's this amazing feeling when I give my body to the circle. I'm still using it, moving it around, but somehow I feel completely vulnerable. It would be a horrible feeling if I didn't love and trust every member of my coven.

I could hear Tim's incantation now: “Gevdeth verdeth umlom ni... I bind myself to my coven, to my brothers. I give to the circle my spirit. I release it freely. And I declare the first rule: Charlie's and Keith's cocks are becoming erect. They stiffen and harden with every moment. Umsam deleth goloth di. They will swell and grow until they are as hard as steel. But still the sexual energy will grow inside them. Without release the sexual energy will fill their cocks until space and dimension cannot even contain them. Their physical size will forever change, and their bodies will accept this new reality. Emteth deleth umlom ni.”

Unlike Keith, I'd known what was going to happen. Nevertheless, nothing prepared me for the fire that began to fill my balls. Normally the spell wouldn't start to function until all the participants were finished with the incantations, but my cock was already at half-mast and quickly growing. Again, I couldn't do much about it because I had to continue chanting.

Scott's incantation followed: “Gevdeth verdeth umlom ni... I bind myself to my coven, to my brothers. I give to the circle my spirit. I release it freely. And I declare the second rule: as these mens' cocks grows, so will their feet, for everyone knows what they say about the size of a man's feet! For every inch their cocks grow, their feet will grow a half of a shoe-size. Umsam deleth goloth di.”

That bastard! I looked hard at Scott who was smirking and winked back at me. It was in drunken confidence that I'd confessed my fetish to him, I secretly loved guys with huge feet, especially when they were in some kick-ass boots. I guess if we were pulling this big surprise on Keith I couldn't escape a little surprise of my own. For a second I wondered how much it was going to cost me to buy all new shoes...

Xavier finished the incantation with the final rules: that our cocks' growth would only end when we were brought to climax; that the only way Keith or I could reach climax was inside the other's ass; and that we could only approach the other's ass with his permission. That last rule must have been added because Keith, with his slightly smaller frame and strong body, was a wickedly good wrestler.

And then Xavier added one more rule I hadn't heard about: “The intensity of the sexual urges each man has at the moment of release tonight will be the intensity he will feel in his cock any time it gets aroused in the future. The need to plunge it into a waiting ass then will be just as strong every time in the future as it gets tonight. Ara sula sum. The spell is cast!”

The fire in the center of the circle grew into a 10 foot pillar of flame, there was a flash, and then it died into a normal, crackling campfire. Everyone was silent and for a moment all we heard was the crackling flames, the slight breeze blowing through the trees, and the breathing of the other men. We looked at each other for a few moments, and then started to stir.

“So Charlie,” Scott yelled over to me as he was getting up, “How's your dick feeling?” He was grinning.

“Why don't you come over here and find out for yo... ohhh... ohmagaaww!” My cock had been quite stiff by the time the spell was cast, but as I was standing up I had this sudden rush, like my heart was trying to pound my entire bloodstream into my groin. I got lightheaded and sat down again quickly. I could see Keith on the other side of the fire. He hadn't tried to stand but just sat back on his elbows, legs thrust forward, fixated on his own dick which was as big as I'd ever seen it. It was pointing straight up into the heavens.

Scott ran over to where I was and sat down behind me, cradling me so I could lean back. Tim and Xavier went over to see Keith.

The experience was intense. My cock was tingling all over with this wonderful warmth that fed back through my body and invigorated every muscle. I was feeling strong and energized and excited. An identical warm tingling sensation ran through my feet. They felt this strange magical, hypersensitive bond with whatever they touched, which included the ground and part of Scott's calf at the moment. This must be somewhat how trees feel with their roots that dig hundreds of feet into the Earth.

My reverie was broken has Scott reached around me and put his hand around my cock. I wasn't prepared for the heightened sensation and simple touch of his hand sent a bolt through my spine, and I almost knocked him back into the ground. But Scott held on and tightened his grip on it, and began to stroke it slowly up and down.

“Wow, I can feel it! I mean, inside me.” Scott said.

I understood what he meant. With this spell our bodies and spirits were bound together. I sure this supernatural arousal was flowing into him as well. In fact I could feel his dick against my back as he was cradling me.

“Well, you're going to feel it inside you pretty fucking soon!” I turned around in his arms and tried to pin him to the ground. I could smell his scent like a predator senses its prey. My mind went wild with the thought of sex, but before I could do anything else there was another sudden jolt of energy in my cock, my body stiffened and I knew it was getting larger. Scott, mostly on his back, saw his chance and his grabbed my dick again. I still wasn't accustomed to the sensation and was overwhelmed, giving him the opportunity to roll me on my back. He drove his head into my crotch and deep-throated the shaft. His plan worked—I was on my back, paralyzed by the frenzy of sensation.

In the back of my mind I remembered Xavier's final twist to the spell, The intensity of the sexual urges each man has at the moment of release tonight will be the intensity he will feel in his cock any time it gets aroused in the future.If this kept up they were going to have to keep me in a cage!

Scott's soft, wet mouth was working intensely on my cock, like spring water cooling a flame. The sheer ecstasy was like a blanket I could wrap myself in. All I could do is moan and writhe.

I looked over at the other guys. Tim and Xavier were doing their best to keep Keith down; Xavier was sucking his cock while Tim made out with him. Tim's hands were caressing his chest, his shoulders, his ears while kissing him passionately. It made me wonder if deep inside Tim had fallen in love with him.

“Oh man! I can feel it growing!” Scott was one hell of a deep-throat expert, but even he caught himself gagging for a moment. He looked up at me with a grin and as I looked down it did look noticeably bigger. I put both hands around it, and it was poking well beyond the width of my two hands. “I think that's a good nine inches!” He grinned at me proudly.

For a moment I forced my mind to clear. I really didn't want my cock to get so huge I couldn't fuck anyone with it anymore. I wanted to call out to Keith. I had to fuck him now, before my cock got too big. According to the spell, I could only bust a nut in his ass. But the thick sexual frenzy that was closing in on my brain was making it almost impossible string words together. “Keith! Must fuck! Oh God! Fuck!” Instinctively I started wrestling Scott again, trying to pin him to the ground so I could drive his ass open. The blowjob had been great, but this cock had to dive into an ass.

“Guys. Hey Tim... Guys! Charlie's good and ready.” Scott called while trying to wrestle with me. “It's okay Charlie. There's an ass waiting for you. Keith's ready for you. Remember? That's the hole for you. You can release in that one. C'mon.”

I followed Charlie over to where Xavier and Tim were still servicing Keith. His dick had to be at least seven inches by now, which meant mine must be up to ten. Shit!

“Keith, Charlie's got to pop!” Tim said, still stroking Keith's face and chest. “You've got to let him fuck you. Remember?”

Keith's face was flush, and his eyes were hungry but he seemed to be in better control of these aggressions than I was. He nodded but sneered at Tim, “Okay, but you'd better service me the whole time!” Then he turned to me, “Lick my ass!”

For a brief moment I almost laughed. Keith was by no means sweet and innocent, but he never spoke like that. I could tell he was doing his best to channel the same sexual fury that I was feeling. Keith got on his hands and knees, positioning his crotch over Tim's face so that Tim could suck on him while I tended to his ass. I plunged my face into that perfect bubble-butt and started licking like a madman. I drove my tongue strongly around the entrance to his cherry-hole, moistening it and making it quiver. I couldn't take this pressure in my cock much longer, but I had to open him up properly. I pushed my tongue against the center of his ass firmly, then tickled it lightly. It finally began to relax and at the first chance I drove my tongue in there. Keith gave a soft moan. Meanwhile Xavier had run over and grabbed a bottle of lube and was smearing it on my cock by the handful.

I couldn't wait any longer. I got up, grabbed Keith's shoulder with my hands and pressed him back onto me. I looked down at my cock—it was huge—and worried that he wouldn't be able to take me. But I guess Keith was getting impatient to get his own because he suddenly bucked backwards and drove me straight into him.

There was a supernova exploding in my mind, and I know from the magical connection it had overflowed into everyone else because all of us stopped suddenly and gasped. We were all dripping with sweat and a light steam was rising from our bodies into the night air.

I pulled my cock out Keith's ass and back in. It was the most luxurious sensation I'd felt all my life. I was shivering from its beauty. Methodically I continued driving out and in; the rhythm accelerated slowly, for I was loving these long, slow fucks, but I felt another jolt in my body and realized my cock was still growing. I had to end it! I picked up the pace and suddenly I couldn't pound his ass fast enough. I felt my balls pulling up and with one final shove pulled my cock all the way out and plowed back in to his farthest depths. I convulsed as I pumped hot cum deep into him.

I pulled out slowly and staggered backwards, almost falling over. There were still stars in my eyes. I knew Keith was going to have to fuck me in return, to finally complete the spell, but I had to get my wind back. Keith was already on his feet facing me. What little composure and control I had seen in him before was completely gone. His hands were pumping up and down a huge cock of at least nine inches!

“No, Charlie has to rest a second. Take my ass instead!” Tim stepped between us. I knew what was going on, but guessed Keith was too deep in a sexual frenzy to think things through. The longer he was kept out of my ass the larger he was going to get. Tim was out to create a monster!

Before Keith could think Tim slapped a handful of lube along Keith's dick and rubbed it in. He then rubbed a generous amount into his ass and stepped backwards into Keith's arms and crotch. I could see that something was going through Keith's mind—he was trying to think something through, but his cock was rubbing, wet with lube, into Tim's back grinding right above his ass. Of course Tim was simultaneously grinding his ass around Keith's crotch. He then leaned his torso slightly forward and spread his legs.

Like a moth into flame Keith finally couldn't resist and drove himself deep into Tim's ass. Scott was in front of Tim, kissing him and holding him up so he wouldn't fall over. Xavier sat down in front of Scott's crotch and started sucking him off. For a while I still couldn't do anything but sit back, regain my breath and watch their four bodies writhing in rhythm together. I could feel the intense sexual energy flowing through their bodies, connected by the spell.

A shudder passed through all of our bodies, and I heard Keith growl. I knew he had gotten hit with another growth spurt. Since it was buried in Tim's ass I had no idea of knowing how large it had gotten. I grabbed some lube and started rubbing it against my own ass. I knew what was coming and that somehow I would have to take it. Xavier noticed and came over to help me. Inserting his fingers into my ass and massaging my prostate.

My own cock awoke with that stimulation and started to grow rapidly. I started to panic: I couldn't take another ass-seeking frenzy right now. I just focused on Xavier's fingers and tried to ignore my cock as it grew quickly.

Xavier hollered, “Keith, you'd better end this. Look! Charlie's ready for you!”

I looked over at them. Tim's eyes were closed and he was grimacing as he was taking Keith's ever-growing cock. Keith picked up the pace suddenly, and within seconds Tim was shooting hard, his eyes rolling far up into his head. Scott had to hold him up, and as Keith pulled out of him, lowered Tim to the ground.

Keith walked up to me and I swore his cock was twelve inches long. I was scared, mixed slightly with the sexual energy that was again pumping through my cock. Xavier put his hand on my shoulder as he was rubbing something into my ass. He whispered into my ear, “Don't worry, this is one of our healing potions!” I was feeling a cool tingling sensation in my ass and hoped it would be enough to put out the oncoming fire. Scott and Tim came over to support me as Keith placed the end of his cock against my sphincter. I felt it there, a strong hard presence at the threshold. It was like being on a roller coaster that was climbing to the top of the biggest hill. I knew what was coming and there was nothing I could do about it.

He drove it in.

I wasn't in pain. Thankfully the healing potion seemed to have worked because my ass had never stretched that far before. I could feel the sheer magical power that had just entered me, like I had a controlled nuclear reactor in my ass. Energy was flowing into me and through me, a huge charge of energy. I couldn't see anything because my vision was covered in flowing ribbons of light.

And he kept driving it in.

He still wasn't all the way inside me yet! The power surge just kept intensifying, and I had no idea where it would end. I just felt more and more cock sliding slowly into me. I was about to scream when suddenly I felt his thighs hit my ass. He held his cock in there for a moment while I took some short gasps of breath and then he slowly started moving back and forth. Small motions at first.

I opened my eyes. My vision was beginning to clear, and I could see Scott and Tim were still propping me up. They were stroking each other off and making out. Xavier had gotten behind Scott and was mounting him. He looked at me and winked. What had he and that little red book of his gotten us into? I was more than a little pissed at him, but at the same time I was too filled with pleasure.

There was a jolt, and I gasped, almost falling over. Keith's cock had gotten another surge and was growing in my ass. The sensation was overwhelming, and I knew we had to finish this soon. I tried to roll my own pelvis back and forth to stimulate Keith's cock. It wasn't easy, but I was able to refocus him. He wrapped his hands under my armpits and pulled my shoulders back into him as he started pulling out and driving back in. My own cock was on fire, and the only reason I wasn't seeking an ass to plow with it was that I was too busy being a human shish-kabob.

I felt the energy surging again. Either he was going to shoot right now or he would grow too large for my ass. He wrapped his hands tight around my shoulders and pulled back hard. His pelvis drove into me, almost lifting me off my feet, and I felt a river of cum shooting into me. My own disk swelled and started shooting over Tim and Scott, who started shooting as well. Xavier face, drenched in sweat was buried in Scott's back as he filled Scott with his own jism. It felt like a solid minute that we're just convulsing, emptying ourselves.

Some pulled out out sleeping bags and we just lay on each other, a mass of a body parts panting and dozing and lightly stroking each others' skin.

When all was said and done, my own cock had grown to ten and a half inches, and I had to go out and buy size 14 shoes. Keith was an impossible 13 inches and had the difficulty of finding size 16 footwear. (But I've got to say, he always looked hot in them.) We all agreed that the spell had been a little reckless. Whenever I start to get an erection now (including even my Morning Wood) I go almost insane with lust. It's fun, but it's also inconvenient. I make sure to get a lot of sex so most of the time it's under control.

Tim and Xavier and Keith worked together on an additional spell we cast that made Keith's and my cocks able to stretch our recipients' asses without injuring them. It was a variation of the healing potion idea. I've now got on campus a collection of guys who are capable bottoms, and Keith's boys are limitless.

There's a part of Keith, the sheepish sensitive part of him, who never really trusted us again. I guess that's fair. Without asking we really changed his life. But there's also a new, bolder, wilder side to the guy. He doesn't hang back anymore, and he seems to see eye-to-eye with Tim and Xavier these days. One of these days, I'm sure, he's going to get his revenge on those two. I can't wait!