Date: Wed, 22 Jul 2015 13:09:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: Curse breaker part 7

Once in every generation, there is a curse breaker who can ease the pain of
the cursed beings of the dark.

In this generation that is Mike - a regular teen. As curse breaker, he
holds great power. The wildest beasts will seek him out to rid themselves
of the negative effects of their affliction.

Unfortunately for him, he doesn't know about any of this.


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7. Warlock

Once again Mike was on his way home from the gym. By now his body was
transitioning from "athletic" to "muscular", but well within the scope of a
regular, slim teen body.

He had gone back to the parlor and exchanged his nipple piercings for
rings. Somehow it felt like the right thing to do. He even had to fight
down the real urge to get more of them. For a while he had tried to wear
scarfs to hide the FAGGOT tattoo, but they never felt right to him. Now he
displayed it for the whole world to see – and people did stare.

All in all the boy was terribly conflicted about his feelings. He was still
thinking about strong men humiliating and ordering him around, but other
things occupied his mind too. Like how to explain all these events and new
urges.

Ever since he had yelled about being a fag at the schoolmates in the mall –
which had gotten him in a lot of trouble in school and a t home – he
constantly felt the need to tell people how much of a cock slut he was. He
couldn't explain why, but it was almost difficult not to yell at his
parent's face how much he loved the taste of dick. And that wasn't even
true – he hated getting his mouth violated.

The teen walked along the winding road around the forest to avoid any new
encounters. His bubble butt had grown from months of regular exercise,
swinging with every step of his smooth, beefy legs.

Something had changed him. That much Mike was sure of. He even had renewed
his ultra-gay hairstyle. Even though just month ago, he would have
ridiculed and insulted any guy running around with a bleach blond undercut
and pink highlights.

And now there was this constant smell of sex on his tanned skin that gave
him an aura of whorishness and perversion and made gross men turn around
and stare at his ass.

A van stopped next to him on the road and the door opened. A man hopped
out, grinning at Mike like he was his long lost son.


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The warlock had spent a considerable amount of time to locate the curse
breaker. He was glad to find that he had only missed the awakening by a few
month.

As he held his car next to the beautiful, sexy boy, the warlock simply had
to introduce himself and his mission right away. But then he read the aura
of the little, well-toned boy and broke into a grin.

"Hello there young man," he said amicably. "I sense you had some recent
encounters with the supernatural. Perhaps I can help you."

The curse breaker's face lit up. "What? Really? Holy fuck, I thought I was
going insane. So it's all real?"

The warlock was a massive man. Not as big as a werewolf of course, but his
broad shoulders and big torso filled out the dark hoodie nicely. Sweatpants
hugged a pair of hefty legs. If Mike had looked closer he would have seen
the dick-print tenting the fabric, but he was too overjoyed to finally get
an explanation to focus.

The bald man with thick scruff smiled at the curse breaker's excitement.

"Yes indeed. I for example am a warlock. Let me just read your aura and I
can tell you more."

"Please Sir, I'm desperate. I have been so confused and down
lately. Anything you can tell me, please."

"I'm Mr. Hurt. Pleased to meet you, boy," said the warlock as he extended
his hand.

"I'm Mike. Can you start reading my aura now and tell me what's wrong with
me?"

"You will have to undress for that, boy," lied the warlock.

"Um, here?"

"Of course. Now get on with it."

Unable to refuse a man's orders the teen stripped as fast as he could,
dropping everything into the dust. Naturally his dick was semi hard since
he had been thinking about getting fucked all day long. He covered his junk
with both hands, looking up bashfully as the broad man.

"Hm, I see a werewolf in your past. It gave you an impressive dose of
pheromones. You must really crave muscular man."

"Yes, Sir! That is exactly what happened. So that huge beast-man... But can
you fix it, Sir?"

"Nope, you have been turned into a pathetic cock hungry bitch for good. The
sooner you accept that the better for you. ...And next there was a
vampire. Pale, tall?"

"Yes, that was right there in the woods. I thought I had been dreaming it
all up. It feels so good to be understood, Sir."

"That vampire dug deep into your mind, boy. You will forever be unable to
resist the commands of strong men."

"What? Oh fuck, please tell me there's a way to cure that. I don't want to
be like this."

The warlock scratched his chin, ignoring the teen's pleading. "I'm not sure
how much damage it did. I'll have to try it."

The man dug into his pants and whipped out his semi hard, soda-can-thick
dick. "Mike! Suck my dick and don't stop until I've cum into your
mouth. Swallow every drop."

The naked boy let go of his junk and dropped to his knees. He took in as
much of the thick slab of meat as he could and worked his tongue fast and
precise. He starred up at the warlock in shock and horror, while his hands
held onto the big man's beefy hips.

As much as Mike attempted to defy the order, knowing that his obedience was
supernaturally induced did nothing to help.

"Ah, yes. You truly can't resist a command. But let me see. The next
encounter was with a ghost. That shouldn't have any lasting effects unless
you swallowed some ectoplasm. But nobody would do that, it's just too
gross."

Mike remembered the night when his parent found him fucked and beaten,
thinking he had become a perverse ass lover and refusing to listen to his
cries about being abused by an invisible force. He pried his face off the
dick that made his jaw ache, while jerking the warlock off with both hands
and asked "What if I did swallow some?"

"Nothing much, you would just become addicted to semen, always craving to
swallow, even if the dick had just been up your ass, or even cum inside
you."

Mike's head was pushed back onto the dick, further than before.

Breathing heavily, the huge man continued, paying no mind to the gaging
sounds that came from the boy at his crotch.

"Then I can read a djinn that was in your head. If it made any
modifications to you, you will feel unable to change them."

Again, Mike freed himself from the blowjob long enough to say "My
piercings, and tattoos and the haircut and... oh fuck, me telling other
people that I'm a huge dick licking homo. Fuck, no, please, there has to be
a cure."

The warlock shook his head. "And lastly there was an Ent that drenched you
in his juice. And you idiot scratched it into your skin. You will always
reek of sex. Your pheromones are changed forever, making men lust after you
but feeling repulsed by your sluttiness at the same time. You will get
fucked a lot, but no one will want to stay with something as dirty as you."

For a few seconds, the man was quiet as his breathing sped up. He shot a
few streams of hot, slimy jizz into Mike's throat and the boy swallowed
eagerly, even though he felt disgusted with the cum and repulsed by his own
actions.

Still on sore knees, the boy spoke with swollen lips. "Isn't there anything
you can do? You're a warlock, you have powers, don't you? Please, Sir."

"Of course I can do something for you."

Mike looked up through teary eyes, smiling brightly for the first time in a
long while.

"Y-you can?"

"Just come to my place and we'll get started right away. I'll explain
everything when you are there. I have some arrangements to make but they
shouldn't take more than a few weeks or so."

The massive man dropped his card between the knees of the little curse
breaker. His address was on it. Mike gave the man his own contact data in
return.

The boy was left alone after the warlock had driven off. He was still
naked, kneeling as the side of the road, absentmindedly stroking his rock
hard dick.

Suddenly a convoy of cars past by him slowly – the evening traffic from
the city rolling back into the suburbs.

At least two dozen drivers caught a good glimpse of his hard dick and butt,
before Mike managed to hurry back into his clothes. But he barely cared. He
was getting cured. Finally.


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His parents had made him do chores until he couldn't stand on his feet
anymore, but Mike was happy for the first time in forever.

Not only did he finally have the full picture on what had happened to him –
even though the warlock had not explained why it had hit Mike specifically
– but there was a cure in sight. He only had to hold out for another few
weeks.

Once in bed Mike masturbated furiously to the thought of Mr. Hurt. While
part of him was still disgusted at the fact that he had swallowed cum yet
again, he also somehow wished he had gotten a chance to relish the taste
more.

The teen came five times, neglecting to sleep that night. But his mood
didn't darken.

A cure. Finally.


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