The Sorcerer's New Apprentice 4: New Friends, New Life (ap musc)
by Alyn Roze
David took off running away from his cousin/brother in fear of getting younger. His day had gone from good to bad in less than an hour. When he woke up this morning he was the high school superstar. Then he caught himself in a passionate embrace with his teammate in study hall. Now he was a skinny twelve year old stuck in the fifth grade again. He wondered about the high school grounds not knowing which way to go. Here he is with his seventeen year old mind stuck inside a twelve year-old body. He can’t go back to his former teammates. They wouldn’t recognize him in his new smaller form. He can’t go back to his house or his two bigger brothers would pick on him.
“WAIT! I don’t have any older brothers. I’m the big brother. … Jason and Brian are my cos-s-s -i-i-n not my bro-t-h-ers. …I live at 275 Morris Road… My mom’s name isM - M - M - Mary … no she’s my aunt not mym - m - mom.” Davie was so deep into the maelstrom of conflicting thoughts that he didn’t hear the person calling from behind him.
“Hey Davie, wait up. Where have you been?”
“What?” He stops and thinks to himself. “Wait ... why does that voice sound so familiar? All my friends are in still back at the common area. None of my friends would dare call me Davie.”
Hearing someone call him Davie again brings him back to reality. Davie looks around and sees that he is no longer at the high school. “Wait? Where am I?” Davie says in his scared preteen voice. “This isn’t Arcadia Junior High, it’s the grade school. How did I get half way across town so quickly?”
Davie turns around and sees a somewhat familiar face that he somehow recognized. Davie searches his mind for a name. “Oh, hi … ah … ah … Your name is Francis isn’t it?”
“SH - s - s – s, not so loud, don’t call me Francis.” Quinn said putting one finger over his own mouth. “You know that I don’t like my first name. Where have you been? I have been waiting here for you for thirty minutes.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” Davie asks his new found friend. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost twelve thirty and we need to get going before we get busted.”
“Twelve thirty?” David asked. “What’s so special about twelve thirty?”
“Hey there twerps, if memory serves me correctly today is allowance day and it’s time to pay for your playground protection.” One of the biggest kids on the playground seemed to be the ring leader of a small group of preteens. He walked like he owned the playground. Behind him were a two of his minions. They were all dressed about the same with their favorite rock band on their shirts announcing what kind of music they liked. None of them wore belts so their pants hung low exposing their underwear.
“That looks like my kid brother and his friends Bull and Hoss?” Davie thinks to himself.
“Yeah time to pay up.” Another one of the group mimicked the leader’s demands.
“But all we have is our lunch money and we haven’t had lunch yet.” Quinn said to the bullies.
“Well it looks to me that you and four eyes could stand to miss a few lunches.” Jamie said to his gang. “Isn’t that right boys.”
“Yeah Jamie, he’s a regular butter ball turkey.”
“Yeah butter ball. Lose some weight fat boy.”
Bull and Hoss grabbed Quinn and turned him upside down. They proceed to shake the smaller student until everything starts to fall out of his pockets. While all this was going on Davie was standing by watching his new friend get manhandled.
“Is my kid brother the grade school bully?” Davie asked himself. “Is he a bully because of my picking on him? I got to do something to help Quinn.”
Without thinking Davie pushes away his cousin/ brother as he picks up the money amongst the fallen debris.
“That’s not yours, give it back.” Davie proclaimed. He started to pick up the money but he too was pushed away.
“Stay out of this four eyes or we will double the fee.” Jamie pushes Davie away from the crowd that had gathered.
Davie came back swinging at the bully. Before long a small fight ensued. Two minutes into the fight one of the teachers, Mrs. Brown, saw the fight and came running over to break it up. The crowd of kids despised very quickly.
“Stop this fighting immediately.” She said to the group. She pulled the two fighters apart putting Davie down on the nearby bench and Jamie on another.She reaches down and picks up Davies glasses and hands them back to him. “Who would like to explain why these two gentlemen were fighting? Mr. Newcomer, would you like to explain why an older student was picking on a younger and smaller student?
Jamie had to think real fast before he got sent to the principal’s office again. “We weren’t fighting Mrs. Brown. They asked us to show them some of the wrestling moves we saw on TV last night and ….”
“... and when all the stuff in Quinn’s pockets starting falling out we were just tiring to pick it back up for him.” Bull and Hoss said as if it was rehearsed response.
“Is this true Mr. Newcomer?” Mrs. Brown asked.
“Yes mama.” Jamie said as he hung his head so the teacher wouldn’t see the smirk on his face.
Davie, still sitting on the bench, pushes his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. He breathing had slowed down quite a bit but he still had a determined look to show the bully. “So is this where … pant … you have been getting all … pant … of your money for video games. … pant … You’re a pint sized … pant … gangster.”Davie says just under his breath.
“Quinn and Davie, is everything that Jamie and these two are saying true?” She asked. First she looked at Quinn than at Davie. When the teacher looked at Davie her back was to Quinn. Quinn looked over to Davie and shook his head yes.
Davie looked past the teacher and saw Quinn shaking his head to say “Yes.”
Mrs. Brown looks around at the group of boys. “Now I want everyone to give Mr. Masters back his belongings. Jamie, I want you and Davie to shake hands. There will be no more wrestling demonstrations at school.”
Everyone acknowledge Mrs. Brown’s request almost at the same time.
“Very well then, if I hear of anymore horse play on the school grounds everyone is going to get suspended for a week. Do I make myself clear Jamie?” Mrs. Brown said as she looked in Jamie’s direction.
Reluctantly all the boys gave back the money that they had taken from Quinn. The last one to surrender the ill-gotten gain was Jamie. He handed over the money back to Quinn. Walking over to Davie he extends a hand for the required hand shake. The two grip hands and a subtle show of strength ensue, each gripping the other as hard as they could. If looks could kill Davie would have been dead on the spot. Jamie looked at Davie straight in eye and with one last squeeze said in low tone. “Later cousin…”
Before she left she walked over closer to Jamie. Knowing that everything the boys said was a fabrication she had one last parting remark for Jamie. “Don’t you even think you are getting away with anything young man? One more incident like today and you will be suspended for a month.” with that said Mrs. Brown walked back into school building.
While the teacher was talking to Jamie, Quinn took the opportunity to get himself and Davie away from the seventh graders.
“Oh man that was close.” Quinn said rubbed his shoulder.
“Did they hurt you?” Davie asked.
“No more than usual.” Quinn said as he wiped some of the dirt off of his clothes. “Now that he’s had been caught roughing up the younger students again there won’t be any more attacks for a little while.”
“Did you know that Jamie is my ki - ki - c- cousin?” Davie said forcing out the information.
“Jamie Newcomer is your cousin!” Quinn stepped closer to his friend. Speaking softly he asked.“You aren’t planning on getting him in trouble are you?”
“No I’ll let my b – b - big brothers take care of him instead.” Davie tells his friend. But in his mind Davie was having a war with his memories. “Wait! …What am I saying I don’t have big brothers, I am the big brother? … Is this what my little brother Jamie is going through?” Davie could feel the tears well up in his eyes. He hadn’t felt this way in years. The feeling of helplessness was almost foreign to him. “Is this why I turned into a bully?”
“Why are you being so nice to me Quinn? Davie asks.
“Neither one of us have many friends. Even at recess we aren’t picked for any games. You and I are so small that the seventh graders pick on us all the time.” Quinn said as he rubs his sore shoulder.“I can’t wait to get bigger so I can get even with all of them.”
The rest of the day they were inseparable. The two best friends had the time of their young lives with not a care in the world. After the last bell had rung dismissing the students from school Davie and Quinn went to their shared locker and gathered their books.
“Did you remember to wear your school Speedos under your clothes for swim practice tonight after school?” Quinn asked
“Why should I, I’m not on the swim team.” David said.
“Since when, you were the one that talked me into joining the team, don’t you remember? I was the new kid in school last year. The swimming coach made me your swim buddy because you didn’t have one.”
Davie was beginning to remember his new found memories. “And we have been on the team ever since?”
“It took me three weeks and a month’s worth of an allowance to get you to like me.”
“Never mind that right now. Why would I wear Speedos to school, that’s so gross. Davie steered Quinn into the nearest restroom. “Look, let me show you that I don’t like to wear Speedos.”
Davie proceeds to unzip his pants and shows Quinn his underwear. To his surprise he found that he was wearing the school Speedos underneath. With a face reddened by the embarrassment he zips up his pants.
“Now that you have made a fool of yourself, we need to get going. If we are late again the coach will make us swim laps after practice. If that happens we will miss the new Power Ranger show at four thirty.”
“I use to love the Power Rangers when I was a kid.” David said in a happy tone.
“What are you talking about, when you are a kid? You are the same age as I am.”
“I know that it might sound incredible but I am ...Somehow my geeky cousin turned me into a ... “
“… Into a retard?” Quinn quizzed his friend.
Davie was about to argue the point with Quinn than he realized that his new friend would not believe him. “Never mind, let’s get to swim practice.”
On the other side of town Brian was watching an after school basketball game. “I wonder how my “little brother” is getting along. Where would he be right about now? If I could only find him right now”
“You can young one.” A muffled voice comes from his pocket. “Although the younger brother you speak of is not truly your sibling, you seem to have developed an attachment towards him.”
Brian pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. On the face of the phone was the face of the elder Sorcerer. “Merlin, but I didn’t call you?”
“Yes young one, pardon the jest, you didn’t call but you did ask a question.” Merlin said.
“What question did I ask?” Brian inquired.
“You asked what your little brother was doing.” Merlin spoke to Brian. “There are two ways at your command to observer him. You can use a magical viewing device or you can use a teleportation spell.”
“But I don’t know how to do any of those things.” Brian said.
“Haven’t you been reading your spell book I sent you?” Merlin asked.
“I didn’t get a spell book from you.”
“Sure you did, it looks like this one.” Merlin holds up an old leather bound book. “Oh my where has my mind gone, this is the book.”
The slightly embarrassed magician muttered a few un-discernable words and the book disappeared from view and reappeared beside Brian. Brian picked up the book and opened it. The writings on its pages were written in a language he could not read.
“It will take me forever to translate this entire book.” Brian said as he flipped thru the pages of the book.
“Now you are the village idiot.” Merlin said. “If you really want read it just think you can and you will be able.”
Brian looked at the pages of the book once again. Like a photographer zooming in and out on his subject the words blurred than came back into crisp focus. Brian turns several more pages and everything had changed. All that he saw was now written in old English scrip. “The book has changed, I can read this now.”
“The book didn’t change you did.” Merlin tells his apprentice. “You can read any language if you so desire. But you are not the only one that can read this book. The book you now possess is older than even I. Many have sought to acquire it over the years and many still do, so keep it safe. Tell know one of its existence.”
“I will keep it safe Merlin.” Brian said as he looked through the book. Upon closer investigation he found out that it looked like it was divided into several different sections. The farther into each section of the book he looked the less of it made sense. “Merlin, I thought that you said that I could read any language. There are pages here that I can’t read.”
“That is for your own protection. The more knowledge you acquire the more you will be allowed to read. The deeper into each section of the book you go the more powerful the magic. Enough about the book now back to the reason for my visit. You have done well in letting young Davie see the other side of persecution. But hear you this, he has his place in time and he must be returned to his original age soon.”
“I will do that tonight when he gets home.” Brian said as he searches thru the book “Could you give me a hint on which page the transport spell is?”
“That spell is on age 14. Now go to Davie, I think he is in need of assistance.”
The two preteens exited the public restrooms and headed to the schools aquatic center. Assistant coach Reese Brookstone was taking a head count when the two walked in. “Nice of you gentlemen to join us today. Now if you two wouldn’t mind getting changed we can get started with the practice.”
“Sorry we’re late Mr. Brookstone, Davie and I had a problem with some bullies earlier today so we had to take the long way around to get here”
“Don’t let it happen again or I will have you taken off the team.” Reese sent the two boys to the changing room. He turned and addressed the remaining class. “Ok guys now everyone into the water while we wait for our two late arrivals.”
“Oh man that was close we almost got kicked off the team.” Quinn said.
“I don’t know what you are worried about its not as if we are key players on the team.” Davie said giving Quinn a slight shove.
The boys playfully push each other as they headed to the changing room. They were so into their roughhousing that they didn’t feel the sudden displacement of air. As luck would have it the boys could not find two lockers in the same isle. Matter of fact they weren’t even on the same side of the room. Quinn’s locker was close to the showers and Davies’s was next to the coach’s office. From Brian’s vantage point, just inside the darkened office, Davies’s locker was in full view. He watched as Davie took off his street clothes and stuffed them into the locker. Before Davie could leave the locker room he found himself face to face with Jamie. Before he knew it he was grabbed from behind. Morris had Davies’s arms pinned behind his back and Boris stuffed a sock into the younger student's mouth.
With an evil grin on his face Jamie was the first to speak. “You thought that you could get away from us didn’t you?”
Davie tried to talk with the sock in his mouth but only muffled sounds could be heard.
“Have you forgotten what I told you at lunch time?” Jamie told his cousin.
“Oh shit, what does he have planned?” Davie thinks to himself.
“Don’t look so worried cousin.” Jamie said trying to instill more terror into Davie “It will all be over in a few minutes.”
The response that Davie got didn’t fill him with confidence. He was just getting use to being an eight-year-old and now Jamie shows back up. There was nothing he could do about it physically but maybe if he used a different approach, if he could just get Jamie to remove the obstruction.
After several attempts Davie was finally able to get Jamie to remove the sock “You better let us go or I'll tell Mrs. Brown.”
Don’t worry about Mrs. Brown Davie. When we’re done you will be in the hospital for a month.” Jamie said as he walked around his victims. “By the time she finds out it will be old news.”
Brian wanted to take care of the bullies right then and there but he didn’t think that an older classmate would do much good. He needed an adult. He sent out a telepathic message to the nearest adult for assistance.
Jamie was about to lay into Davie when the assistant coach Brookstone walked in. “Davie and Quinn, aren’t you two ready yet? Oh hello boys, are you here to watch the team work out?”
“Oh … um … no sir, we’re here to walk them home after practice.” Jamie said thinking fast as he puts his hand on his cousin’s shoulders. “These days you never know who you’re going to meet. Isn’t that right Davie?”
Davie tried not to show the pain he was in from the hand on the back of his neck. He grits his teeth and answered “Yes”.
Before he was able to leave, Jamie with a flat hand pats Davie on his bare chest. He used enough force to cause Davie to cough for air. “See you later … Cousin.”
Quinn came from around the corner from his hiding spot after hearing the assistance coach call his name. “Davie, what are you going to do?” Quinn asks his friend as they hurried out of the weight room. “It’s not as if we can dodge him after practice.”
“I don’t know, I’ll think of something. One thing for sure is that I don't like this part of my new life.”
“Good for you David. You're finally seeing the light. But don’t worry things will get better for you.” Brian said as he teleported out of the coach’s office.
In a secluded corner of the schools aquatic center there was another displacement of air. Brian, trying not to be seen by anyone yet, had teleported from the coach’s office to behind the bleachers. He turned and walked directly into the wall.“I have got to work on my aim. A few more inches to the left and I would have been inside the wall. Now where is Davie this time?”
Davie and Quinn had just narrowly avoided another confrontation with the grade school bullies. At least in the swim class they were safe.
“Oh man that was close.” Quinn said. “Jamie can’t do much to us here.”
“Yeah but look at who’s in class with us. Two of his minions are here.” Davie said pointing to the boys, Bull and Hoss, in the black trunks. He recognized them as being two of Jamie’s buddies.
Matt “Bull” Buldowski and Horace “Hoss” Klydesdale had been kept back a grade so they were bigger than most of the boys in the fifth grade. They may have been a year older than everyone else but they were also slightly less knowledgeable than boys their age. That made them perfect intimidators for Jamie’s gang.
“Do ya member what we is suppose ta do?”
“I think we were suppose ta in-tim-my-date them.”
“Ok ladies everybody out of the water fun time is over. Now that everyone is here we can finally get started.” Coach Armstrong paces back and forth in front of bleachers where everyone now sat. “Today begins the tryouts. Each one of you has a chance to be on the next team but only a select few will make it to the next round.”
The center had two pools. One pool, the diving pool, was used strictly for high diving. While the other, the lap pool, was used for water polo games or lap swimming. The Coach would normally use the latter for practice but decided to use the deeper pool instead.
The tryouts did not go well. A lot of the boys were never put through their paces this severely. Before today, most of the boys got their exercise by playing video games. Their manual dexterity was far above any adult but physically they were totally out of shape. From where Brian was sitting there was not a fit boy in the sight, so he decided to help out a few of the students and the school at the same time. He hadn’t tried to change to change a group this large before so he didn’t know if it would work or not. He sent out subliminal message to everyone in the room.
“Whatever happens tonight it will all seem normal. Only I will remember what the truth is.” Brian looked around the room as he spoke. “For the next hour all the participants in this room, except for me of course, will get the added muscularity of a twenty year old and will get a testosterone boost of fifty percent. That should liven up the practice a bit.”
For the next few minutes nothing noticeable seemed to be happening until the swimmers started coming out of the water. Their school issued swim suits seemed to be getting smaller on each of the swimmers. As the boys dried themselves off their suits continued to shrink wrap around their private parts. But the bulges they created were not teeny weenie package of a fifth grader. They were more like a bulge belonging to an older teenager. As the increased levels testosterone coursed through their small bodies the boys began to grow bigger in size. Their swimmer bodies became more defined and muscular. The complete void of any visible body hair made them look like younger versions of Rusty Jefferies. As the transformations continued the teenage bulges became more pornographic. On the larger and older bodies the seat of the school issued swim suits were forced deep into the ass crack by the softball sized fontal bulge.
Even the coaching staff went through some changes. In his younger years Coach Armstrong’s body had been the epitome of fitness. But in recent years the antithesis of fitness was coming to fruition. Although not being as bad as the rest of the faculty, his body was still in remarkable shape for a man of his age. The testosterone boost quickly put him over the edge. His body was transformed into a cross between Branch Warren and the Incredible Hulk. The pencil sized veins, which developed under his skin, turned his body into a Braille map of the human anatomy. Not going as far as the Coach the two younger assistants only grew half as big but were still equality overly developed in the crotch like the rest of the room.
The growing swimmers glided through the water gaining years of muscle growth in a matter of minutes. Each stroke became harder as the water drag became greater. The frontal bulge began acting like a center rudder on a sail boat making it easier for the swimmers to swim in a straight line. Forty-five minutes into the hour the room was filled with more “sausage” than a delicatessen.
Brian quickly realized that he had gone off on one of his fantasies again. After all this was still grade school and the swimmers shouldn’t be that big. He didn’t want them to lose all that they have gained. He would let them keep their “years” of growth but reduced their size back to that of well developed teenagers.
Brian concentrated on the posers that the team had on. In his mind Brian made a silent wish. “This school has never had a winning team in any sport as long as I can remember. From this day forth this school will excel in all sports, starting with the new wrestling team.”
All the speedos on the students began to expand on their bodies. The front and back of their suits inched higher on the torso of each student. As the suit material inched closer to the shoulder area the front half split in two and merged with the back half just behind the neck. Not only did the material stretch upward it also descended down the thighs.
With all that testosterone coursing through their bodies inevitable was bound to happen. The speedos turned wrestling singlet did little to hide the growing bulges in the students. True to form very few things in nature are exactly alike and all the bulges ran the gambit. Some coiled up into a ball, some elongated out. They pointed up, down, left or right and all other possible combinations. Still oblivious to the changes their bodies were going through the young adults regressed to their original size but kept the additional muscle definition. That is with the exception of the Coach Armstrong and his assistants. Brian let them keep all the gains that they have inadvertently received. After all the school’s physical fitness staff should look the part.
The swim/wrestling practice would soon be over so Brian had to work quickly. Having years of muscle growth stuffed into the teenager bodies the swim team now the wrestling team. Brian thought that since most guys on the swim team were always the being picked on by the bigger kids, it was time for some role reversal. Brian sent out a telepathic message to all the grade school bullies. Minutes later Bull and Hoss were joined by Jamie, Sticks, Axel, Boomer and P C.
When Brian saw all the guys have arrived he decided to make a grand entrance and materialize in front of the group.
“Ok guys it’s time for time for a little role reversal.” Brian said. “Jamie, you will keep your past memories but the rest of your will forget about the life you have lead up to now. Outwardly you will find men attractive especially those with muscles, but inside this feeling discusses you.From now on Jamie you will be the team captain of the water polo team and the other bullies will become your team. You will not be able to resist wearing skintight micro fiber clothing to show off your new swimmers body. Your favorite undergarment will be a form fitting poser designed to keep you in a constant state of arousal. You and your fellow team mates will keep the hair on your bodies trimmed at all times. Now it’s time for you to take the place of the new water polo team. The old swim team is now the schools new wrestling squad.”
Jamie was able to hear every word that Brian had said. He could feel his body changing with every passing moment. His hip hugging board shorts began contract around his body as they changed into black square cut speedos shorts with red accents. Underneath his transforming shorts his boxers went through a similar change. The cotton fabric changed to a nylon spandex blend poser that hung low on his ass. His Guns N Roses t-shirt disappeared from his upper body leaving behind a skin tight navy blue tank top with red piping. Jamie’s inner being was crying out in horror unable to tell the world his true feelings. What the outside world saw was how much he liked his body. The frontal bulge, in full view for all to see, stood up proud and tall. Brian finally released his hold on the new water polo team
“What’s happing to me?” Jamie was now able to voice his contempt for what Brian had turned him into. “I shouldn’t be having these feelings. I don’t like guys … that have such ... big ... wonder ... muscles … NO! I can’t be thinking of such … gorgeous ... bodies ... wet with sweat.”
Jamie looked at the former group of confederates. Gone were the boys in skater clothing, standing before him now are the school's water polo team in their school issued Speedos and tank tops. They too were caught by the muscle growth spell Brian had put on the center. Their slim but slightly more muscular bodies glisten with dripping pool water. Seeing their hot bodies made Jamie’s cock push the material of his swimsuit up further.
Brian walked over to Davie and tapped him on the shoulders. This startled him out of the trance like state that he was in. His fifth grade body had the muscles of an eighteen-year-old and the cock of an adult.
“What have you done to me and my friends?” Davie said to Brian angrily. “We look like wrestlers instead of swimmers.”
“I just thought that all you guys needed to more self-sufficient without being targets for the bigger guys in the school.” Brian said patting Davie on the back. “Besides you and your team mates are now on the wrestling team. With all these muscles you guys have now you will never get picked on again. Now you and Quinn go have some fun with the rest of the guys. I’ll see you at home later. Oh, and be sure to bring Quinn home with you.”
Before Davie could say anything to his big brother Brian faded from sight. Davie just stood there looking at nothing, he raised his hand to where his brother once stood in hopes that Brian was still there. Feeling nothing tangible he tries several more times but finds nothing.
“Ya know that if you keep that up everyone will think you're nutso.”
The somewhat familiar voice that came from him was deeper than he remembered. Davie turned and saw the face of his grade school friend Quinn.
Gone was the chubby grade schooler that he walked to swim practice with just a few hours ago. In his place was a stocky built wrestler that filled out the school issued singlet for more than any fifth grader should. His chest was so big that the singlet didn't cover anything. The material only covered a fraction of an inch of the pecs as it was being pulled tightly over them. The width of the back and shoulders only made the waist look even smaller then it was. Quinn's lats were pushing his arms out a good forty five degrees away from his body. His waist, although covered with singlet, was very thick with muscle. The school issued singlet was stretched so tightly that it was paper thin. The abdominal muscles stood out under the tight material. There was a faint hint of something under the material pointing the way downward towards. The school issued supporter did its best to keep low keyed but the change in color was very distinct. The bulge that was under the supporter stood out a good two inches from Quinn's crotch. The bulge rode high on top massive thighs pushed outwards and upwards by the material of the singlet. Everything was being pushed up by Quinn's massive legs. Everything on his friend bigger than it should be for a normal fifth grader but Davie didn't care.
“Huh ... what did you say?” Davie was so into his friend's body that he didn't hear the question that was asked of him.
“Do you mind no staring at me like that?” Quinn said. “Would you put your sweats on? Do you want people to know how close we really are?”
Davie was jolted back to reality by his friend’s candid comment. He looked down past his own large pecs and saw the object of Quinn’s remarks. His own bulge was in a very aroused state. Red faced he quickly grabbed his sweats and pulled on the pants. The loose fitting pants did a lot to conceal his state of mind.
“Hey Quinn ... want to come over to my house after practice for dinner?” Davie quickly said before his friend got out of ear shot.
“Sure, let me call my parents and let them know where I am so they won't worry.” Quinn said reaching into his gym bag for his cell phone.
Davie was glad that Quinn was coming home with him tonight. Maybe Brian won't pick on him tonight if he brings home a friend. Wait a minute ... Brian wanted me to bring him home. Oh Shit, what is Brian going to do? What was left of his raging hard on quickly dwindled down into a completely flaccid state.