Note: This story contains themes of mind control, magic, and fantasy. All characters in it are 18+.
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Willem wasn't sure which was worse: feeling the agonizing buzzing underneath his skin that made him want to get fucked like a common whore, or the anticipation of knowing the buzzing would return whether he liked it or not.
He had been granted a temporary reprieve from his lust after getting fucked up the ass by his hot biology teacher, but that did nothing to quell the fear inside him. He knew that he would need to do this 98 more times if he wanted the curse to be broken so that he could go back to his life before.
But could he go back to what it was like before? Willem couldn't help but think that this was changing him somehow. I mean, it was obviously changing him in the sense that he was a cock-hungry bottom with a supernaturally enlarged ass. But Willem also felt like he was changing mentally. How do you look at yourself the same way knowing that a man has cum inside you, and that you let him? How do you call yourself a man after that?
The next couple of days were relatively drama-free, aside from an icy reception from Jake and a few unsavory glances from Mr. Schrat. Willem wasn't sure what he had done to piss Jake off, but it's not like they were really friends anyway. Still, Jake was the only person who knew what Willem was going through, so it was kind of fucked up that he was giving him the silent treatment.
By the time the last day of school rolled around on Friday, Willem could feel the lustful buzzing begin to permeate his every waking thought. He knew he needed to get fucked soon, he just didn't know who the curse would lead him to.
As he drove home from school, leaving his high school days behind him, his phone buzzed with a few texts.
DAN:
We're freeeeeee
JOSH:
Who's up to celebrate?
ADAM:
You bring the weed, I'll bring the booze
DAN:
Smoke by the beach?
JOSH:
Fuck yeah
Willem checked his phone at a stoplight, reading the texts from the group thread. The last thing he felt like doing right now when he was in such a lustful haze was to see his friends. He could only imagine what it would be like if some dude walked past them at the beach with a pink glow and he had to go run off to go ride his dick.
Still, it might be nice to check out for a night. Pot hadn't done anything to reduce the buzzing, but he might as well try drinking until he blacked out.
Willem swiped a bottle of Jack Daniels from his parents' liquor cabinet and met his friends just before sunset a few blocks south of the Santa Monica Pier. As he walked out across the sand towards the beach, he spotted his buds sitting around a fire pit.
He lifted his hand to wave to them when all of a sudden he was filled with dread. The glow of the fire seemed to expand, enveloping each of his friends in a supernatural light. He watched in horror as Josh, Dan, and Adam all began radiating a soft pink glow.
No way. No fucking way. All three of them? Seriously? Ophelia said that the curse would lead him to the next man he had to fuck, but he never thought it would hit so close to home.
And three at once? How would that even work?
"Yoooo, he got that top-shelf shit!" yelled Dan as Willem walked reluctantly toward them holding the bottle of Jack Daniels.
"You alright, man?" asked Josh. "You're looking a little faded. You didn't start without us, did you?"
Willem shook his head. "Nah, just... glad to be done with high school, you know?"
"I hear that," said Adam as he took a hit from a joint. "I'm just glad I'm not signing up for another four years of this shit. I'm putting all my money into Bitcoin and becoming an entrepreneur. Fuck that student loan capitalist bullshit."
"You're just saying that cause you didn't get into college," said his brother Dan.
"Hey fuck you, I could have gone to LACC if I wanted," he said, shoving Dan over into the sand.
Willem watched as the twin boys wrestled. He had never really cared one way or the other about how his friends looked before, but now he couldn't help but notice their tight, youthful bodies. Adam and Dan were both surfers like him, which made them lean and slightly muscular. Willem could see Adam's abs underneath his shirt, which had ridden up as Dan pinned him into the sand.
The boys were identical, which meant they shared the same chestnut brown hair and baby-faced look. Had their lips always looked so full? Willem wondered how those lips would feel on his ass. Getting rimmed by Mr. Schrat had been a whole other level of pleasure that he didn't even know was possible. Fuck getting your dick sucked--getting your ass eaten was the real winner.
Willem felt that familiar itch from deep within his asshole as he imagined them fucking him from either end, like a human palindrome.
"Dude, you sure you're alright?" asked Josh.
Willem turned to look at his best friend. Having known Josh for years, he'd never seen the guy as anything other than a brother to him. But as he stared at him now, he was taken aback by how hot his friend was.
Unlike Willem and the twins, Josh was actively into working out. Equal parts stoner and lifter, Josh had developed a fair bit of muscle in the few years since he started hitting the gym. Willem had figured he was just compensating for being short and having red hair. He knew that Josh had always felt self-conscious ever since the kids in middle school had bullied him relentlessly for it.
As Josh waited for his friend to respond, Willem stared at Josh's chest. Josh was wearing a tank top in the warm summer air, which made his shoulders look like boulders underneath the tight material. Willem licked his lips as he imagined sucking on Josh's nipples, reaching his hand down and running his fingers through Josh's fiery pubes...
"Okay, you're seriously freaking me out, man. Did you take something?"
Willem shook his head. "No, I'm fine. I think I just need a drink," he said.
He opened the bottle of Jack Daniels and drank straight from it. He needed all of the liquid courage he could get if he was going to seduce his friends tonight.
The boys got exceptionally crossfaded that night, spurred on by Willem as he was looking to ride each of their cocks before the night was through. He figured the best-case scenario was that he would get fucked by each of them and then by the morning they would all forget what had happened. Though part of him knew that he would never forget this, no matter how many drinks he had.
By the time they finished off the bottle of Jack Daniels, it was getting to be around 10 pm.
"I've got some more weed at my place," said Josh. "I'm not calling the Uber this time, though. None of you fuckwads paid me back for last week."
"I'll get the Uber," said Willem, pulling out his phone. "I'll call it right now."
"Hell yeah," said Dan, clapping him on the back. "Keep the party going!"
Willem shuddered at the feel of his touch, a small amount of precum squirting out into his boxers. He needed their cocks in him and soon.
They Ubered to Josh's house in Westwood, quietly climbing the stairs as they piled into Josh's bedroom above the garage. Josh broke out his bong, packing more weed in it as the twins reclined on the sofa. Willem was chilling on a 1980s bean bag chair, watching as Adam and Dan got into an argument about whether or not it was better or worse to have sex with a virgin.
"I'm telling you, it's the worst," said Dan. "You have to teach them everything. Plus she's just gonna complain about how painful it is the whole time. I'm never fucking virgins again."
"You're missing the psychological element of it," said Adam, tapping his forehead with two fingers. "It's like... you get a gift, you know? It's a powerful thing, think about it--no other guy gets it but you. Her flower."
Dan burst out laughing. "Dude, her flower? Are you fucking kidding me right now? That's the gayest shit I've ever heard."
"Virgins are super tight though," said Josh as he handed the bong to Adam. "That's gotta count for something."
"Have any of you ever fucked someone up the ass?"
All of the guys turned to stare at Willem. Willem's brain was starting to cloud again from the buzzing. He didn't even know he was going to say that until the words were already out of him.
He shifted uncomfortably on the bean bag chair. "I mean, if we're talking about tight... I've heard that's supposed to be like, next level."
