Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2015 12:32:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: curse breaker part 8

8. The Missing Files

Not all of Mike's adventures had been supernatural. His encounters with
creatures of the night had instilled new urges in him and awakened deep,
forbidden desires. Sometimes a man brought him into a situation he just
couldn't get out of, no matter how much he wished he could – no magic
powers required.

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The first such instance occurred just days after Mike had encountered the
vampire Vlad.

He was still slightly sore in his ass from last night when he had
masturbated with as many fingers up his hole as he could fit, while looking
at pictures of the most muscular man he could find on the internet.

He felt pathetic for doing this, but there was one thing that helped him
feel better – going to the gym.

It was back in the days when Mike was still a very skinny boy without body
modifications like piercings and just the slightest hint of muscle
definition.

The little teen boy was lifting dumbbells as a new gym member entered. It
was a man with a massive core, topped by slabs of huge pecs. He wore a
stringer shirt, showing off two over-trained, beefy arms.

The big guy was gray haired and scruffy. He looked determined, almost
grim. Mike had an erection within two heartbeats.

And then the massive man talked to him. "Hey boy, where's the cardio?"

"Err, um, Sir I... back there, Sir," Mike weakly whimpered, pointing in the
direction.

The thick bodied man vanished into the cardio room. The intimidated teen
couldn't focus on his set anymore and followed. Might as well get some
cardio once in a while, he thought.

The burly guy saw Mike enter. They were alone in the cardio room. It was
that day, that Mike found out how much the vampire had affected him. He
could not resist the man's requests.

"Hey boy, can you fill my water back up?"

"Yes Sir."

Mike didn't even consider to disobey – he couldn't. The boy refilled the
bottle and walked back.

"Boy, could you bring me a fresh towel?"

"Sure, Sir. With pleasure."

Mike wasn't lying. Following orders was somehow a huge turn on. Never
before had he felt this way. Mike had always hated being told to do
things. He was even proud of his anti-authoritarian disposition. But now...

"Haha, thanks boy. Sorry for sending you around so much. I just don't know
where everything is yet."

"No problem Sir, it really is my pleasure."

The massive guy stepped off the machine to try a different one. He was
drenched in sweat. Stains had formed all over his stringer and he smelled
of musk.

"Good boy, ha. Might as well suck my dick, haha."

Before the joking man had reached the next machine, Mike jumped in front of
him, blocking his path. The little boy would have had to hurt his neck to
look into the man's face, so small was he by comparison. But he didn't look
up, instead he dropped to his knees.

He jerked down the sweatpants of his huge new Master. The smell hit him in
the face – sweat from legs and crotch that had been trapped in the pants
and a strong addition of barely dried piss.

Of course the man was so shocked, he tried to take a step back. "What the
fu-"

Mike swallowed as much of the semi hard, unwashed dick as he could, tasting
the sweat and smegma. The man looked around nervously, but didn't pull
away.

Curse breakers don't have magic abilities of their own, but Mike made it
feel like his tongue was enchanted. The burly guy grabbed the boy's hair
and fucked his mouth rapidly, always looking out for anyone who might enter
the room.

It was easy for Mike to stay quiet since his mouth was full. He only had to
suppress the gagging. But the face fuck grew so wild so fast that he became
light headed and dizzy.

But there was no way to tell this Sir to slow down. And so Mike received a
load of cum right down his throat. He coughed violently, and fell to the
ground wreathing.

"Good boy, but now let a man train."

Mike dragged himself out of the room and back to his dumbbells. He could
feel the itch the dick had left in his throat and the trail of tears that
had left his eyes as he had been face fucked too deep.

But he didn't let anyone know, he just silently savored the taste. Which
was strange, because the very idea of tasting cum had always disgusted him.

But everyone could see the little trail of cum on his cheek that Mike
didn't notice until he was home.


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The second time it happened was a few days before Mike met the djinn, that
is too say, in the last days before his body modifications.

He was at the mall, starting to try and stay away from home for extended
periods of time.

Mike walked around a clothing store, thinking of dicks and simultaneously
trying hard, to think of anything else and figure out where his sudden love
for dicks had come from.

Absentmindedly, he bumped into a random guy.

"Hey look where you're going idiot."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No shut up. Go fuck yourself. Fuck yourself hard in the ass, idiot."

The random guy sprinted away, angrily glaring. But the command was
given. Mike didn't think of disobeying for a second.

He walked to a changing cubicle and dropped his pants and underwear before
walking in. He spit in his hand and shoved two fingers at once inside of
himself. Mike squeaked as his tight ass was penetrated too hard – by
himself.

He shoved his fingers in and out several times... and the command was
fulfilled, causing it to wear off. Now what?

The little teen boy let his fingers plop out and looked out of the
curtain. His pants and underwear were gone. Someone had put them away,
perhaps thinking they belonged to the store.

And now the store was almost empty since closing time approached and the
mall attendant was looking right at this one store where Mike hid. He
couldn't steal any clothing under those watchful eyes.

After a few minutes of pondering the curtain was ripped away by a
salesman. "Oh sorry, I didn't know there was anyone-"

The man looked at the half naked boy. "What is this? Are you a pervert? Get
out!"

"But I-"

"Now!"

There was again no disobeying. Mike ran outside, his legs, ass and crotch
exposed. He attracted attention right away. The attendant walked up to
him. The teen desperately pulled on his shirt to cover his semi hard junk.

"What are you little pervert doing here? Out with you."

"But Sir, my pants are in that store, I swear I just-"

"I said out!"

And again, Mike didn't even consider disobeying. He rushed out of the mall
and back. While he tried not to look up and was careful to keep his dick
covered with his pulled down shirt, he was seen. Many people in town knew
him after all.

Several pictures of his thin but strongly defined legs and his perky bubble
butt could be found on social media very quickly. People easily linked it
to his name and the next day, he was all the talk in school. Of course his
parents heard about it and refused to speak to him out of shame.

He was lucky neither the store nor the school considered consequences
beyond a warning.


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And the last time Mike was fucked by a regular human was a day after the
Ent encounter, when his "bondage marks" were still fresh and clearly
visible, and the smell of sex on his skin was freshest.

Mike was hanging around the back of school, barely ever bothering to go
inside. He daydreamed about serving man all day – no matter where he
was.

Of course this frustrated him. He had taken great pride in being a good
student and pleasing his parents. He had dreamed of a great future ahead of
him. Now he only dreamed about muscles and cum. Two things that had never
been on his mind month ago.

A member of the football team passed around the corner, lighting a
cigarette. "Hey, aren't you Mike? Fuck yes, you are. I remember you walking
around in the locker room naked and lap dancing the quarterback. Man, you
are one disgusting pervert. How does someone become such a gross faggot?
Did you fall on a dick?"

Mike hated the guy instantly and wanted to get away, but he had been
commanded to answer and the djinn's "gift" made him speak loud and clear
against his will.

"I'm a cock hungry, slutty faggot. I could suck dick all day. I love the
taste of cum flowing from dicks right into my mouth."

The guy laughed. "Whoa, too much information, bitch. What are you doing out
here? Wait, what are those marks on your arms? Fuck, you are one kinky
pervert. Did someone just tie you up? Wow, you are an even more perverted
faggot than I thought."

Mike was thinking of a way to get away. He didn't like the direction this
was going in at all. He would have loved a dick inside him right now, but
rationally he knew he was in for a bad time.

"Look," said the curse breaker, "I don't want any trouble, I just-"

"Oh yeah, didn't you just scream how much you love cock?"

"Well, yes but... um."

The tall boy stepped closer and smelled the Ent's "gift".

"Fuck, you just came from an orgy or something?"

"No, I-"

"How did you do it?"

The djinn was speaking through Mike again. "I rode dick all night! I begged
guys to jizz on my tongue after they had just brutally fuck my tight
asshole sore till I passed out."

Oh no. what had he just said. How was it possible to say things you didn't
mean – that you weren't even thinking? Was it some kind of disorder?

Not that this mattered now. The tall boy slapped the curse breaker's
face. "Then do the only thing you're good for fag."

Mike was about to go to his knees, but the guy kicked him around and pulled
Mike's pants down.

Before he even knew what was happening, the tall boy's dick stabbed the
little boy's gut from the inside.

Both of the jock's hands covered the smaller boy's mouth to muffle the
involuntary screams.

It only took three thrusts until the athlete pulled out and sprayed on
Mike's back.

Mike hadn't known sex could be so fast but he was thankful, to be spared
another great deal of pain.

What he didn't know was that the cum had reached up to the back of his head
and for the rest of the day, every student and teacher could clearly see
what a slut Mike was.


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