*** No More Curse ***
Teen hunk Ethan stood in the middle of the path with a semi hard dick poking at his pink thong. Even the chain and the piercings didn't distract from that.
Despite having gone through today almost without clothes – and for a while actually without any – he felt most naked now.
Three of his classmates swaggered along the route.
None had spotted him yet, too busy punching each other in the shoulder and ooing at passing women.
They only wore camo or baseball short with tank tops, but somehow Ethan figured it didn't matter how little they were wearing. He was still the one dressed like a faggot.
"Come on," he whispered. "Break the fucking curse. Come on. I can still run."
His friends basically shacked into him, since they expected people to make space for them, which Ethan was not allowed to.
"Holy fucking shit!" Ty yelled. "What the fuck, bro?"
"Um," Ethan said.
"Nice panties, man," George said, grinning from ear to ear. "Takes confidence, eh?"
"I just..." Ethan said. "Went f-for a w-walk. S-sun's out."
"Sure, bro," Ty said. "You can do what you want. Just don't start sucking my dick, aight? Hehehe."
"S-sure, ha. Um..."
Ben was not really laughing. He looked more confused than the others. "Are you... practicing for the comp?"
"R-right!" Ethan said. "I'm doing posing practice. Coz I'll compete."
At that, Ben seemed relieved and the other two weren't quite as amused anymore. There were no clothes nearby, but they had to assume he had only just stripped.
No one mentioned the nipple decoration, since remaking on a man's nipples was clearly too gay to ever do.
"Let's see it," Ty said.
"Sure," Ethan said, faking enthusiasm. "Been going for a while, though. Kinda weak now, haha."
The buff teen threw himself into pose. Front lat spread into back lat spread into back double bi. He didn't flex much but he knew his friends weren't looking for that. While they loved the concept of big muscular men, actual proximity to the subject matter was too gay to stay around for more than ten seconds.
The trio wished him good luck and said their goodbyes.
Ethan's heart was beating out of his chest, but things had gone fairly all right. What had he been so afraid of?
"It's done," his earpiece said.
"The curse is broken?"
"Yes kid, mostly. Your father is back and still needs to do his part but by the time you're home, the piercings and shackles should have started to vanish."
"Fuck yeah!"
The boy took off his final chain. All three chains' phantom weight stayed with him.
"Hey, I can still feel the chains. Is that supposed to happen?"
"They'll go away once your father has negotiated the curse away. I'll contact you later to check if things are going as they should. Bye."
Ethan punched the air. He was sweat, piss and cum stained, looked like the biggest homo and had committed a series of crimes, but he had won in the end. Things were looking up.
The teen retreated to the toilets and undid his torture devices. Taking off the nipple clamps was trivial, but the resulting return of feeling into his nipples had him huffing with his head on the stall door.
It didn't go away, his nerves permanently on fire. Ethan splashed his torso with cold tap water and while it hardly gave him relieve, it distracted a bit from the torment.
His balls had turned into a dull ache source, but his attempt to remove the crusher only reinvigorated the pain. He deicide to leave it be for the moment.
He rode home with his sore legs getting one last brutal workout.
During his ride, no piercings vanished and his shackles stayed where they were, too. The phantom chains also stuck around.
He got home and saw dad's car in the driveway.
Ethan reached for the doorknob and...
There was a barrier.
"Uh... what the fuck?"
"Hey kid," said the earpiece. The teen had forgotten is was still there.
"What's happening?"
"Well... Your father has decided not to take you back after all the things you did."
"W-what?!" Ethan shouted.
The attorney's voice was perfectly calm. "The curse is under his control and he..."
"He turned it back on?"
"He negotiated with it. The curse has been granted strength. He locked you out of the house that way."
"I..." Ethan was shaking from rage. "I'll fight the fucker. I'll do ten of each exercise and deck him."
"I'm afraid it's more like fifty of each now."
"What?!" Ethan shouted again.
"How about I give you an address where you can get some rest. It's outside the city, a camping spot. Since you can't get into any rooms without a whole lot of exercises, you'll sleep under the stars for tonight."
"But..."
"Don't worry. You fought the curse admirably and that opened a few options for us. I'll tell you what to do."
One month later:
It had taken a week until his muscle soreness was gone. Only then could Ethan move into a small room above a bar. The door was up a flight of stairs on the backside so he only had to get past one barrier.
He made sure to adjust his schedule so he only had to get in and out once a day.
Fifty high knees, jumping jacks and push-ups in a row were simply by now. Jackknife crunches and leapfrogs took a bit more out of him. Fifty squats wouldn't have been so bad either, but the curse had decided his ass spreading was insufficient and demanded one legged ones.
They were hard, but he was improving in balance and strength.
Naturally, he could only pass the barrier nude, so his clothes hung outside his door. Inside his one room apartment he only had the thong his `attorney' had gifted him.
He had proposed looking for an outdoor job but the bar owner who rented his room – and knew all about the curse – demanded a specific kind of rent, to be paid in videos.
Ethan had started with flexing vids, and was reasonably well received online. In his condition he couldn't attend school anymore (too many doors to get through) and his old buddies had eventually figured out what had become of him.
Of course they had shared it with the rest of his school. There was no way to go back, so he could only go along with his landlord's demands.
The muscle teen soon had full frontal nudes online and eventually a few jerk off videos. Surely, that was endgame, right?
A knock on the door.
Ethan made sure his dick was covered by the thong. "Yeah, come in."
An older man in a suit entered. "Hello kid."
A strange daze washed over the teen, slowing his mind. He could feel a strange tingle, almost like when the markers had appeared.
"Y-you're my layer! Attorney guy! Uh... nice to... meet you?"
"That's right. I thought I'd have a look how you've adjusted to your new life. And if I recall correctly, you also have a competition coming up, no? Prepping already?"
Ethan laughed bitterly. "Very funny. I wish I could at least have that, but nothing from my old life is still an option."
"I meant it. Thanks to your actions there are ways to make the curse leave you in peace for a few hours. It just needs to be distracted."
"More pain?"
The attorney smiled. "That would be one option, but the torture required is... unreasonable. If we were to do it without drawing blood, we'd have to go for a fairly prolonged program."
"Um... no thanks."
"So tell me, kid. Would a huge alpha stud like you ever suck a dick, swallow cum, lick a man's feet or get fucked in the ass?"
"W-what? No!"
The attorney's grin grew even broader. "And that's what makes it so confusing to the curse. Just a handful of dicks in mouth and ass and I can make sure the barriers don't recognize you till the cum is processed by your guts."
"But..."
"Don't you want to be on stage, flexing till the jury faints? Isn't that what you wanted from your life?"
"I... I guess, yeah. But..."
The man opened his zipper. "Then you should start practicing. But first, let's make sure I'm not wasting my efforts. Let's see if you're ready for the comp. Hit a few poses. But loose the thong first."
"O-okay..."
It didn't take long, until Ethan had his first batch of eager customers. The landlord insisted he might as well film it, and as long as the men's faces weren't in the shot, most agreed if in return they got a price reduction.
Ethan got a lot of workouts done – in a variety of ways. With his life's dream back in reach, he spent his days getting lean and drinking cum through both ends.
The attorney kept his promise. The boy got to attend his coveted teen bodybuilder competition. First place made it all worth it.
THE END
Maybe a bit tame for a story in the attorney cycle, but it fits the theme of that `verse. Let me know if you liked it, or if you tried Ethan's barrier-break training's routine ;)