Rebecca was a witch. Not an ugly old hag, always trying to do mischief and evil. But she did have a penchant for poetic justice, often trying to make the punishment fit the crime.
Her eye had recently fallen on Neil and Stewart, two nineteen year old men, the captains of the two football sides in the small town where they lived. They were typical jocks - burly and insensitive. They mistreated their many girlfriends and were particularly vindictive towards the small number of gay students in the local community. Rebecca felt they deserved a lesson.
While not being friends of one another Neil and Stewart had to meet occasionally to discuss the fixtures in the local football league. On this particular day they had met in the local bar to plan the next game their sides were to play against each other. Their business concluded they sat together finishing off their glasses of beer - watched over by Rebecca from the other side of the room. Rebecca was wearing a little smile as she decided what she would do.
So a few minutes later Neil felt the beer relaxing his muscles and a sense of peace creeping over him. He yawned, enjoying the feeling. He noticed that he was getting an erection, tenting in his shorts. For a young man of his age this was not all unusual and he enjoyed the sensation while he tried to conceal the visible signs.
Neil did not know this but exactly the same sensations were being felt by Stewart.
Both of them realised that they had better say their farewells and leave before the other became aware of their predicament. Rising to their feet they turned to one another to shake hands on the conclusion of their business.
It was at this point that things began to take a weird turn. As their hands met each of them felt a charge of erotic pleasure in their entwined palms. Both of them flushed and tried to turn away from one another. But that wonderful sensation was so powerful that neither of them succeeded in releasing the other's hand.
There they stood, hands clasped, the contact generating overpowering feelings of pleasure and contentment. A few people in the bar noticed the tableau: the two young men frozen in place, and hands joined. Neil and Stewart didn't care. They were bathed in these incredibly powerful sensations. And while this was happening their erections were expanding powerfully at the front of their shorts.
Rebecca watched with delight because of course it was her spell that had captivated Neil and Stewart. Now she took the spell to the next level.
Neil stared at Stewart and Stewart returned his gaze. Both were noticing the other's youthful strong body, their handsome face, their narrow waists and cute bums - and that wonderful tent in the other's shorts.
Their eyes grew soft and dewy, their lips parted, and expressions of devotions came across their faces. They began to whisper words of endearment to one another, soft and tender expressions of eternal love, promises to never part. And their faces came together in a soft meeting of lips, a mingling of moist tongues, and the gentlest of facial caresses - the complete opposite of the rough way they had treated their once-upon-a-time girlfriends.
A crowd began to gather around them intrigued by this very uncharacteristic behaviour by two of the town's tough guys. But Neil and Stewart were oblivious to the onlookers lost in their new-found love. When the bartender insisted they break their clinch and leave they did not respond and they found themselves forcedly ejected out onto the street.
Rebecca released her spell just slightly so that the two young men could recover enough to find their way back to Neil's apartment where they staggered through the door to land on the large sofa in the living room.
"What just happened, man" said Neil. But Stewart could only shake his head in confusion. Neil continued "We've got to stop behaving like this Stu. We're not gay. We must have just gotten a bit drunk."
