The Trade
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Sandy, as we his friends called him was flying into Africa. The trip planned and looked forward to by Sandy the previous months while attending college. He like his stepfather was a student of science; had another year to go before gaining his bachelor degree in Biology. He was looking forward to three weeks of fun and friendship as he visited his stepfather's new African expedition. Dr. Francis L. Chapman was the only father that Sandy had ever known. His real father had divorced his mother due to mistake of not using the "Pill" as a contraceptive Doctor Chapman had invested ten years work, defining the properties of the "Nunji Tribe," and their tribal uses of a rare plant enzyme as medicines.
When Sandy disembarked from the plane, he faced the ninety plus degree heat and high humidity of central Africa. Doctor Chapman was there to meet Sandy, he excited and waving at his Father. Son and stepfather, both the best of friends had many of the same interests. The Doctor suggested Sandy coming for month long visit, and promised him the time of his life!
Just a five-hour ride by Jeep to the Nunji village had Sandy unloading his gear and rubbing his rear from bumpy roads. His Dad was a great scientist but had no ability as a cab driver. Many a time back at home Sandy would drive Dad to and from his meetings, less there be another car accident.
That evening the air was still hot and humid as the stench of sweaty men and their animals mixed to make Sandy try to pinch his nose. A young Nunji tribe girl named Saysa watched Sandy as he tried to become accustom of his new surroundings. A long and hot as humidly uncomfortable the night offered Sandy little sleep, leaving him to awaken as walking about that first morning, he blurry eyed.
Come breakfast time and to his surprise came this pretty, black, native girl named Saysa presented herself as a guide for him on his first day. She soon introduced herself and the two found many things they had in common. An almost instant friendship bloomed making Sandy feel as if Saysa was flirting with him. A suggesting wave from the Doctor seemed to authorize Sandy to venture off with his new girlfriend, Saysa.
Many things he did see the day until well after sundown the two sauntered into camp. Sandy's Father took exception to the late return as the prowling animals of the plains do their killing after dark. Worse yet was Saysa's own Father being at the encampment and his words and actions told much. A rough and hard man took Saysa's arm and tossing her onto the dusty ground. A kick and then two had her crying as Sandy began to defend his new friend.
"No, stop, you don't confront him!' said Saysa to Sandy before he could get close.
Doctor Chapman grabbed Sandy's arm and holding him back, as he whispered that Saysa be given into the hands of her Father.
"Sandy, Son there are many things one need learn about living on the African plains. Another is to understand the rules of this society, to which the natives made laws many centuries ago and live by even today. Saysa, her Father is the one man I don't want to lose his trust of me or my Son. He is the Medicine Man who can teach me the most about their healing ways. I warn you as well that this Man has in his bag of tricks some things that I a doctor find to be, well bordering on witchcraft, of the most blackest of black.
Not far from here, in a grove of trees one night I watched a young boy maybe nine years old. He hung trussed up off the ground by leather straps. The medicine Man danced about tossing a gray powder over the boy and calling on some spirits. I do not believe is spirits, but the powder was a blend he had mixed for just this reason.
The boy charged with stealing, condemned, he stood sentenced to accept a different way of life by the medicine man for his foolishness. He screamed bloody murder until doused, as coated in the powder. Suddenly, he calmed down and just blinked and ogled the Medicine Man. I watched as the boy's figure, legs, and arms became changed from human form and limbs to those of a male goat. The boy hung there until morning, when Saysa and two other girls came to take him down and wash off the gray powder.
I then stood dumbfounded as they attached a rein or rope to the goat and took him away," said Doctor Chapman to his son.
"Nice mystic story Pop!" said Sandy with a silly grin.
"No Sandy, it is all true as true can be, I hope you take great care about being around Saysa, she's her Father's youngest and he watches over her like a Hawk!" replied the Doctor.
"Dad, I've heard such stories but most are on late night television!' said Sandy still not believing his Dad. They parted company as the Doctor heard of some problem in the research tent. Sandy took this to be a good time to talk with Saysa and he headed off to the native village.
Half way to the village, the light from a roaring campfire took Sandy's attention. When Sandy turning away from the well-worn pathway, as he headed across the grassy plain for the fire and a loud group of voices. As he crept up close and looked past a felled old tree, he saw to his terror Saysa.
"You have disgraced yourself with this young man, he the famous Doctor's Son! said Saysa's Father as the group of black men sat about in a circle making moaning sounds together. Saysa held out her hands as if to plead for mercy. Sandy was almost ready to jump into the ring, ready to grab Saysa, and run for the far hills. Then he stopped as her Father took a clay pitcher and doused it over Saysa's head making her scream.
The moaning suddenly stopped. All eyes were on Saysa as she screamed one long terrorized yell and then went silent.
Sandy was ready to jump up and run when a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Dad, its Saysa, I just saw her Father toss a pitcher of stuff and...," Sandy began to tell what he had witnessed.
Saysa looked up, as toward her friend and screamed some awful pain filled words. Her Father the Medicine Man also looked up and motioned to the Doctor for Sandy and him to come. When Doctor Chapman escorted his stepson Sandy to join the circle of old men, the men stood up but did not take their eyes off of Saysa.
"But Dad he was...," Sandy began to say again.
"Come Son, there are some people I guess in this world who must be taught the laws men live by," said the Doctor as he pushed Sandy down to the circle.
Sandy stood looking at Saysa who by then was hunched down and looking at him rather oddly. The Medicine Man stood looking the Doctor into his eyes, as if he had him in some native mind control. Sandy stood there, not at all was he affected by the black Man's stare.
"Hey we were just friends, nothing bad happened she could tell you!" spouted Sandy in her defense.
Doctor Chapman stepped back away from Sandy as two men took hold of his stepson and tied his wrists together. A long leather strap was tied to his wrists and in a second or two, he was trussed up like his Father told of some other young male.
Knives bright and sharp cut away Sandy's clothing leaving him scared, naked, and every erect sexually.
"I trust you not boy, it is for those who live in our village I keep a strict hand over them. Saysa was not born as what you knew of her, she was taken from the plains and allowed to live among us either until she’d forget her beastly ways, or as with you make them as a curse.
You made her sin, your sexual ways blackened her soul; against me. Now as she is and the both of you shall be then under my curse. The black powder here has been handed down the ages giving power to men like myself over those so scared, those feeling it bow to me and beg for mercy!" said the Medicine Man.
"Dad, do something! I, we did nothing but walk and talk, we never had seeeeeeeex," screamed Sandy in a panic.
Sandy’s dad stood there beside his son and kept his eyes set looking straight ahead, he saying nothing!
"Your father has seen and knows what the powders do to a body. He took a walk with me some months ago and begged to learn the medical applications, rather than the more physical, body changing ability of special blending of my powders.
I thought to belittle him but he did well after I blessed him with a powdering, the same as my own Father, showed me some thirty years now past. It is Zebra powder and once donned upon a body, it causes a change that can be of a short duration or a lasting, life-long, a permanent metamorphosis. The powder my change the body but never does it change the gender, what was born male or female remains unchanged.
Your Father dared me to show him the physical attributes of the powders, and would admit if asked, that he enjoyed his short indoctrination, of a wondrous day and two terror-filled nights being a male Zebra.
He learned, what Saysa tried to learn, you shall learn because of what you did to her," said the Tribal Medicine Man as he tossed a blended powder over a pleading, screaming college student.
Sifting the powder over Sandy’s head, it drifted down clinging to his sweaty skin. Burning pains made Sandy cries to his father turn into horrid screams of a youth in pure agony. Eyes welled up with tears as his pain only increased. He looked over to see Sasya in a moment of compassion for the one there who really knew him.
Blurry tear drenched eyes gawked at her, he seeing as what her own stepfather caused her to reverting, become again a young female goat. The Medicine Man made a motion with one hand and a man knelt down, he beside the goat, began to milk the bleating goat.
"You now see Saysa as she was born to be, a goat! Born a goat of her mother a breeder goat, she became a part of my family these seventeen years, as if my daughter. Now due to your disgrace of her, she must return to be an animal she was once. You, Sandy, son of Doctor Chapman will not be her consort!
Your body will change, growing much larger a different species but thinking wild where she is of the tame animals. I choose you to following in the footsteps of your father, and change you as if born a stallion Zebra. I could be disturb your life-path and send you to live the dangerous life of a zebra on the Serengeti Plains. I could change and curse you enough to be the ignorant animal, but for you I wish Sandy to remember of whom and what he was before becoming the animal. You will learn quickly to graze while constantly alert. Your days as a stallion will bring on the maddening drives for mating.
As Saysa remembers you for a time, you will remember her but being what you are, a beast, you may never come in contact with her again!" explained the Medicine Man.
"NO, oh God no you cannot do this to me!
Dad, Father do something!" screamed Sandy as his body began to fade from the human race.
"I am sorry you came here Son, it would have been better for you, never to have come here!
I will do as the Medicine man tells me to do, as I want to learn his medicines, the strange powers they control, and if by trading my son for bettering the realm of science, I will let you go. You and your new life will help in a way to grant renewed life to those who might die without this new knowledge!" said Sandy’s dad, the medical Doctor.
Sandy tried to respond but his tongue felt very strange as if thicker. He strained to focus his eyes on those walking around him, or even on Saysa. Fire like burning pain was searing his skin black and making it into the tough black hide of an equine. As if adding insult to injury he felt hands touching his maleness. Then this spike of pain, as the hands compressed his erect penis up into his groin. Feeling his fingers and toes lose their sense of touch, they gnarled, becoming stiff, and hard as they changed into hoofs, black zebra hoofs. He cried out but the only sound he could muster as a high-pitched brayed cry. As black white hairs sprouted out of his changing skin, upon feeling and seeing this, he looked for his father to offer him help.
Screams and those that followed held the singular tone of a male equine at the height of being a horny male. Sandy began struggling at his bonds, he became aroused and sexually erect, his long black cock slapped about making him feel greater passion, and a sense of lust known only to those who get to become as an equine.
The circling black men began to wander off as Sandy hung there almost completely changed. The Medicine Man put a rope about Saysa's neck and tied her to a nearby post. Then he stepped over to Sandy's Father and taking his hand he said, "My good Doctor fear not for the young man will soon feel the desire to run free and join his kind. He shall remember everything that has happened on this night and for some time to come; his memories will burn into his brain. The one thing that will free him from the grief of his dishonored action will be after he has mated for three years being a stud.
I suspect he will be a good sire of many of his kind. Be pleased for him that he even in disgrace can contribute as a zoo specimen for young and old to see.
Yes, Sandy is a worthy trade for your wish of learning the powers of our powders is something extra special. I know your willingness to understand the powders, and promise that Sandy will not interfere in our mutual trust, and future relationship!" said the Medicine man as Sandy’s father turned halfway to look at what was left of the stepson he hoped would become a healer too!
A slap to the Doctor's back and a friendly smile from the Medicine Man, the two walked away, leaving Sandy to fend for his own self, until the truck would arrive to pick up a captured zebra.
More changing continued, as now Sandy was alone, trussed up and standing on the hind legs of the Ibex he was soon to become. The aching sensation for to be mounted and mated into a female of his kind was driving on the transformation. He could not stop it and with the lust and building passions was beginning to make him long for being a Zebra stallion.
Like massive hands molding his head and the bones in his body, Sandy stood there feeling massive strength, new agility, and what felt most delightful came as rounds and rounds of self induced, masturbation.
Later in the early morning light, Sandy watched the Medicine Man stride proudly up to an almost completely changed young zebra. A smile came over his face and from his left pocket came a small bottle of elixir. Reaching up he poured it down the length of Sandy's very erect, black cock and sheath. The slow flowing liquid trailed slowly over the arched shaft. Sandy could only watch and twitch from the tickling sensation.
As Sandy cocked his head for a better view, Sandy strained to lick the end, of his two-foot long cock.
"You are now as you shall remain young one, a zebra, a true to form stallion. Your memories of what you were shall continue until after several mating seasons and sexual urges continue, your human mind will wear quite thin. I would expect of you to become a herd member and on your third anniversary of this night will become a common an ignorant and gelded male zebra. Your curse will be a blessing to the Doctor, as he will carry our understanding of the African herbs back to his home.
Now I want you to pay close attention, be you to try to act human or maybe communicate with anyone of authority during the coming three years, I promise to make your father pay a horrible price.
He would receive from me a special perfumed powder, it will make of your father the best learned Ibex any zoo would be proud to own, trust me boy!" chided the Medicine Man.
Months later, as the mostly unrecognized doctor became world renown, the royalties pouring into his bank account, there arrived an envelope in his daily mail. He opening it with wonder as the return address was to a postal box in a small town in the western region of the Serengeti plains.
Inside the envelope was a photo, and with it a small hand written note.
Good day sir doctor,
I and those of our village have discovered new pleasures from the wealth you sent and we received. I expect you to keep your part of the bargain promise, as for your son, he was sold like an animal, and is in repose living his life, is soon to be gelded, another zebra alive in an American zoo.
As a contentious vivid reminder of him and our bargain, I wish warn and to assure you that the ability to send your son to live as an animal in a zoo, could be as real for you as well!
Sandy recalls his past and the sensual delights of when as whiles being a stud zebra.
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The next morning Steven went back to Anna's. They went up to her room and talked about Steven's conversation with his dad the night before. No longer was Steven just entering this to fulfill his desire to crossdress. He was also doing this to honor his mother. He stripped down to his boxers, and they went to work on practicing his makeup. When Anna was satisfied with his makeup, she put a wig on him. This time when he saw his reflection he smiled. Seeing his mother's face smiling...
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Ally is currently lying face down on her bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that Dean has pulled down to her ankles. Before attempting to enter her ass he had spread a large portion of Vaseline on the outside and pushed it into her with his large fingers. She had groaned loudly each time they slipped inside her. She already feels exhausted simply from clenching the muscles in her ass tightly for the past ten minutes as he has probed her. On top of the fact that Dean's...
During the week they didn't have much time to prepare for the pageant. Midterms were approaching so they had to focus on studying. Steven began to feel an anxious feeling as he longed for the day he could dress again. As the days went by he would talk to his friends and teammates who were also participating in the pageant and learned that while some were just going to wear women's clothing and a wig, others, like his buddy Ron, were planning to have more fun with it and do full...
Sb here hope you enjoy this, I dont know when I will be able to post the next one. Thank SB Steven’s Lie episode four: The history Faith walked up to the doors of the gym, where Jimmy worked at. Ready to do some damage. ‘What the hell did you think you were doing?’ Faith yelled at Jimmy. Jimmy stared at Faith. ‘Always nice to see you too.’ Faith walked forward. ‘Why did you do that to Steven. You had no right to treat him that way, no right. I should kick the shit out of you to show...
Jack of All Trade by EmileDon't read this if you are underage. This is fantasy, stick to consensual sex._____Jack Harper reclined on the white silk sheets, his bronzed torso rippling beneath the halogen lights. On both his solid pecs, his large dark nipples stood erect in the breeze that wafted through the photographic studio, matching his bulging dicklump in the tight black speedos, that jutted forward from over his large balls thanks to the hidden thick chrome cockring. He raised one arm up...
It was the end of another school day, 11th June 1968 to be precise, as Steven Coburn headed toward the main door of the school on his way home, accompanied by his classmate and best friend, Martin 'Wilks' Wilkins. “COBURN.... Come back ’ere and get in my study before you even think of going anywhere,” bellowed the rich Yorkshire tones of Mr. Fishwick the large and imposing headmaster, just as Steven was about to exit the building. Stopping in his tracks Steven turned around and looked towards...
*** Well hung Neighbour explores with me.... It was around 1990 give or take a year when Steven first moved in next door, i came to know soon enough he had relocated from down south a good distance away, i never knew how or why he came to end up living literally next door to me but what i did know was - looking back on that time in my life was i was very happy he did! Steven was the same age as me, in fact he was about a month younger his birthday was early June mine the beginning of May. He...
GaySteven was standing in his girlfriend's bedroom searching through her dresser. He pulled out a pair of panties and quickly stuffed it in his pocket. He reached back in and picked out a matching bra. "OMG, what are you doing?" Steven jumped and turned to see his girlfriend, Anna, standing at the door with a shocked expression. "It's not what it looks like," he stammered. "Well, I hope you have a good explanation because it looks like you're trying to steal my...
That Saturday Steven went to Anna's to start preparing for the pageant. Since football season had ended a couple months ago, he had grown his hair a bit. It also meant he could shave his legs without having to worry what the guys in the locker room would say. Though he had heard some of his friends were also shaving for the pageant, so he knew he wouldn't be alone. When they got to her room, Anna locked the door and asked him to strip down to his boxers so she could see what she was...
ZANNOPOLIS WAS A CITY larger than any town Steven had visited. It was surrounded by a wall, and soldiers at the gate saluted smartly as the knights galloped past with Steven running behind. The broad road on which they entered turned sharply to the left, then to the right and right again. Amid the towering shops and houses closing in on them, Steven quickly lost his sense of direction. There was not just one inn, but a row of hostellers lining the street they traveled on, and the knights...
THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED proved just as strange. For now, Steven traveled eastward on the road and encountered other travelers on a regular basis. But it seemed that the more people he saw, the fewer saw him. Occasionally a traveler would greet him as they passed. Sometimes as he caught up with a slower traveler, they would walk together some few steps, but Steven now was feeling a more urgent need to press forward and soon, even those he spoke to were quickly forgotten. After his first night...
Episode 2: The ColleagueSeries: Steven R. McQueen Slash SeriesRating: NC17Summary: Something incredible happens to me when I mistake my hot male colleague to be alone in at the police department.Hmmm... my hot colleague Steven R. McQueen.I couldn't stop thinking about him.He was so hot, a body to die for. Of course I had seen him nude in the showers, I had been the same. But we had never hooked up. I was not that close with him. Was he into guys or girls?Men or women?I had no idea.However, I...
PERHAPS HE SHOULD have paid the tinker for his story with one of his own right away and set off at a more brisk pace to put steps behind him, Steven thought; but the tinker was such good company and Steven had so many questions that it was difficult to part. Steven spent the entire walk the next day asking for more details. While others he had met confessed to have heard of a dragon, the tinker was the first who actually knew a story about one and may have even seen the impossible pot at some...
CAMP WAS COLD AND EMPTY when Steven awoke in the morning. There was no sign of the tinker, his cart, or his donkey. The market flags were gone and what people Steven saw were distant even when he was near them. He ate sparingly of the food he had been given for travel at the manor the evening before, shouldered his pack, and started up the long road ahead. Steven soon settled into his long one hundred steps per minute stride and was amazed that his time with the tinker had allowed him to...
A SMALL MOUNTAIN OF A MAN towered over Steven as he shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears. His hat shook wildly back and forth with each movement and Steven put both hands on it to steady his head. In one ham-fisted hand, the tinker held a cast iron frying pan. “Well?” demanded the tinker. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Steven pointed a shaky finger at the tinker’s cart and donkey now coming into focus. “I thought it was a dragon,” he said feebly. For a moment the man...
STEVEN CONTINUED on his journey in the morning with a light heart, a ridiculous hat, and sore feet that were slowing his normal walking pace. He changed socks in the morning, washed out his first pair, and hung them from his pack to dry. He discovered that he had blisters from the previous day and they made walking painful. He had traveled only 11,256 steps that day when the blisters got the better of him and he was forced to make camp to tend to his feet. He used a pinch of the wise woman’s...
GUARDS ROUSED STEVEN with a boot in his ribs. He lay in dirty straw and the guards were shouting at him to get up and be gone. The innkeeper of the Inn of the Lost Soul was standing behind the guards querulously complaining of the vagrant tramp in his stable. “His master rode off early this morning complaining that the worthless page could fend for himself,” said the innkeeper. “He still owes a gold coin for lodging last night.” “Where is your purse, fellow,” barked one of the guards. He...
Several years ago I wrote the story HEELS which told the tale of a man and a magical pair of stiletto heel pumps which allowed the gentleman the ability to change into a fully functional female on a purely elective, part-time bases. Well, as fate would have it, another pair of those rather unique high heels has come into the possession of yet another young man. In a serialized, five part Tales of an Amateur Gynecologist (TAG), I have tried to explore how an avowed heterosexual...
BY THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN, Steven was up with his bedroll packed and his staff in his hand. Jasper arose sleepily and slowly. “Do we have to leave already?” he said plaintively. “It’s hardly morning.” “You don’t have to leave, my friend,” said Steven, “but I want to be on the road and searching for the dragon.” “Can you wait while I get ready?” Jasper asked. Reluctantly, Steven agreed, but couldn’t help pacing back and forth in impatience. 103,320. 103,321. Steven had added three hundred...
Episode 1: The WoodsmanSeries: Steven R. McQueen Slash SeriesSummary: I find myself at the mercy of a very attractive man chopping wood... and get wood of my own.It was a beautiful day out so I decided to take a walk out in the woods. I always loved coming there and just be by myself, 'share', or keep my secrets to myself. I'm not special, certainly don't possess any magical skills or anything. The only real secret would have to be my sexuality. I love men.Something about those attractive...
I had been away at college for about a month, and was home visiting my Mom for the weekend. I was still the same old Steven, a virgin, a girlfriend who we didn't do much but kiss and hug. Kate was a beautiful girl of Korean descent, a lovely, slender, petite athletic body, a gymnast's body. She had a pretty, round face with bell shaped, "Dick Van Dyke' -era Mary Tyler Moore hair. Come to think of it, she was physically and Asian version of my Mom. She like me, was also inexperienced and...
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