- 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.
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.
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.
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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