A negotiation

Matt froze, in an instant unable to move or speak. The man flashed a sick grin and twirled his hand. A chair manifested behind Matt and it tapped the back of his knees, forcing him to fall back into it.

“I’m glad we could finally meet,” the man said, pulling out a tablet and typing swiftly. “We have some business to tend to.”

Matt’s voice loosened and he glared at the man. “What the fuck is this? Who the hell are you?”

A second later and his voice closed again and Matt was again stuck in silence.

“Let’s not be that way,” the bearded man said, “I’ve come a long way and don’t appreciate this hostility. If you can calm down I will let you speak.”

Matt huffed and slowed his breathing. He didn’t really have any other choice, after all. His heart beat like a drum in his chest, echoing in his ears as he tried to find an explanation for this strange old man in his bedroom.

“Better,” the man said.

Matt exhaled loud, mouth dropping open but holding his tongue.

“Now, as for your questions,” the man said theatrically, “I am Xyxxor, and I am a wizard.”

Matt scoffed. A wizard? What the fuck?

“Yes, yes, it seems quite silly, but I am, indeed, a wizard. You should be familiar with my handiwork...” he pointed to Matt’s groin.

“Your... what?” Matt asked.

“Oh, you haven’t pieced it together? I’m the one who made your penis... the way it is. See, a benefactor of mine asked for a very complicated spell and, wouldn’t you know it, it all got messed up. And... well, it effected you, instead.”

Matt’s mouth hung open and he couldn’t find any words.

“I’m surprised you didn’t put that together. How else would you somehow end up with such a penis? Did you think it was natural? Did you think it was completely normal that all these women are able to actually be intimate with you? If it weren’t magical it would break them in two!”

Matt’s quizzical look amused the old wizard.

“So, I watched you with that lovely young lady earlier. Abigail, was it? It seems the spell worked wonderfully! Although, you definitely did not treat her right, though that is none of my business.”

“Why are you even here?” Matt blurted.

“Me? Oh, yes, yes. How silly of me.” Xyxxor laughed out loud, completely at ease with the situation while Matt started to sweat.

“It’s like this, I need to see how well the spell worked, determine it’s validity, and then transfer it to my benefactor. Simple, simple, and then I will be gone.”

“Transfer?” Matt asked.

Xyxxor looked up from his tablet, “Yes, I’m taking it away.”

“What? But...” Matt started to protest.

“Mister Matt, my benefactor paid me ten million dollars to craft this spell for him. He was very specific. This was all a most unfortunate misunderstanding. I hope you enjoyed it, I do, but amends must be made.”

“There has to be something we can do. A deal we can make! Please, I can’t go back to normal!” Matt pleaded.

“Do you have ten million dollars and the will to take on a billionaire?” Xyxxor said plainly.

“No...”

“Well, then I guess you’re out of luck. I think I’d consider your situation quite fortunate. How many women did you manage to bed? 4? 5? Very impressive. I must remind you that part of the spell was to influence women’s opinion so... hm. I suppose that is not so great. Anyway, chances are they won’t be interested in you any longer.” He paused. “So I hope you weren’t in love with any of them”

Matt recoiled. He couldn’t lose them, or whatever caused his dick to be what it was. This wasn’t acceptable.

“Please, there must be something I can do!”

Xyxxor was focused on his tablet, typing away without a car. “No... probably not.”

“Why not?” Matt demanded, “You can’t just show up and take this away! Now I’m going to be left alone, again.”

Xyxxor sighed. “Son, I know this is unfortunate, but please, be more mature about this. I am trying to make some notes.”

“Listen, I’ll do anything. Please, I’m not above begging. I cannot lose this!” Matt was nearly shouting.

Xyxxor tried to ignore the teen, tapping away at his notes and cataloguing his findings. Everything looked good for the transfer, Cedric would finally have his prize. Xyxxor considered what had taken place in the last few weeks. The incessant phone calls, contacts, and endless verbal abuse.

Did Cedric deserve to have this ability? No. No, he did not.

“Anything?” Xyxxor floated to Matt.

“Yes,” the teen exhaled.

The old wizard leaned forward. “Let me tell you about a woman.”

He tapped a few times and then flipped the tablet around and showed Matt a photo.

Matt almost gasped. He was staring at a blonde woman, probably in her thirties, in a stunning blue dress. She sat in a white chair outdoors, her legs squeezing together in front of her groin. The dress fell to the sides of her legs, her bare, pale flesh clearly intended to tease the viewer.

“This,” Xyxxor continued, “is Marsella.”

Matt swallowed. “Okay... she’s good looking.”

Xyxxor rolled his eyes. “How kind of you. This woman is the wife of my benefactor. He is very protective of her. She is hardly allowed outside his sight.”

Matt tore his eyes away for a moment. “Okay...?”

Xyxxor squinted. “You truly are something. I have a proposition.”

Matt waited.

“If you cuck my benefactor I won’t take away the spell.”

“You want me to what?” Matt exclaimed.

Xyxxor sighed again. “Mister Matt. I want you to cuck my benefactor. Fuck this woman and you’ll keep your penis.”

Matt considered for a moment. “That sounds easy enough.”

“Did you not hear me? This man is a powerful billionaire who is obsessively controlling of his wife. It most certainly will not be easy!”

“Will I be in danger?” Matt asked.

Xyxxor nodded. “Most likely.”

“And how will I get to her in the first place?”

A smile broke across the old wizard’s face. “They are currently vacationing in the Caribbean. Lovely place, to be sure. Anyway, there are a number of resorts in which my benefactor likes to stay and, since he feels safe, he allows Marsella a little more freedom than normal. From there you must find a way to seduce and bed her and, bam, our deal is fulfilled.”

“I can’t afford that,” Matt said, defeated.

“Now, now,” Xyxxor said, “I will transport you instantly and for free. I will also give you a way to come back home should you be in any danger.”

“I suppose I don’t have much of a choice,” Matt said.

“We all have choices, mister Matt.”

“How much help can you give me?” The teen asked.

Xyxxor considered for a moment before answering. “I am already arranging your transportation and some incidentals. I plan on using some magic to misdirect my benefactor should he seek revenge, and I must say it is quite clever. What more would you like?”

“I suppose that’s good...”

Xyxxor clapped his hands. “Excellent! So it is a deal, yes?”

The wizard extended his hand and Matt, now able to move freely, shook it.

“Very good! How exciting! Now, I will allow you this evening to prepare and then I will return tomorrow morning to transport you. If you have any further questions, please keep them to yourself, I am quite tired.”

Xyxxor vanished unceremoniously. No effect, smoke, or conjuring accompanied his disappearance. He was in the room one second and then simply gone the next, leaving Matt alone in his bedroom to wonder what the absolute fuck he had gotten himself into.

How would he explain his sudden disappearance? He grabbed his phone and prepared to send some uncomfortable messages to several already suspicious women.