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.
- 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.
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.
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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