Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2015 10:07:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: curse breaker part 9

Once in every generation, there is a curse breaker who can ease the pain of
the cursed beings of the dark.

Mike has a vague idea about what is going on, but can he do anything about
it?


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9. The Incubus

In the couple of weeks that Mike desperately awaited the warlock's call,
Mike had spent every waking second focused on getting his mind off of
sex. And so he poured all his energy into working out.

Even though he hadn't grown any taller (he was still a very short kid) and
his face hadn't changed much (he was still baby faced, without a hint of
stubble), it nonetheless looked as if he had hit puberty a second time. At
this point his muscles were properly defined on his slender frame.

His back and shoulders had grown so broad that he almost didn't look skinny
anymore, despite still having no fat on his body and his waist not having
broadened at all. The most pronounced muscles on his upper body were the
firm pecs. His legs were even more developed, especially his ass.

Mike had come up with many techniques to avoid getting into any more sexual
situations. He wore headphones all the time, so he couldn't be given
"orders" to suck dick. He jogged fast on the dirt road around town to avoid
getting close to the forest or running into anybody and to stay away from
car traveled routes. He had even reduced his social contacts (not that
anyone from school still wanted to talk to the perverted, cocksucking slut,
they thought he was) and made sure he was never out after dark.

To be sure he could run away at the smallest sign of trouble, Mike always
wore a tight stringer shirt, loose shorts and sneakers, to keep him quick
and lightweight. This also made his nipple-rings and tattoos more
pronounced.

The little curse breaker was almost home from his trip to the gym. He was
sure that in a few days he would be freed of his terrible and disgusting
condition by the warlock.

But despite it all... Positive thinking didn't keep the incubus from
finding him.

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The incubus fed off other people's pleasure. Usually, he tried to entice
his victims into the most loving and satisfying sex they ever had, but he
had been talking to Vlad, the vampire. And so he knew that this boy could
not resist commands.

Instead of giving the boy pleasure, there was a better option – using
the boy to give pleasure to others.

With the curse breaker about to reach his home there wasn't much time.

The incubus was a brown skinned man in casual clothing. He was a bit on the
tall side and had lean muscles, trained from spending his time sexually
pleasing people. His black beard and bushy eyebrows were the only hair on
his head.

He walked up to two construction workers, tearing apart the street just a
few houses away from Mike's. They were two buff, black men in their
forties. Both guys had been sweating in the sun for hours and were now
standing over their work, downing beers.

The incubus used his ability to turn on the workers. The beefy men shifted
uncomfortably as they grew erections quickly, their libido's turned to
maximum.

"Hey you two, you look like you could use some relieve if you know what I
mean," said the Incubus.

The workers looked at each other and stared the stranger down. One rubbed
his considerable gut and mumbled "What do you want? What are you even
saying?"

They wouldn't be so easy to convince it seemed. But everybody gave in to
the incubus eventually.

"Gentlemen, I guarantee you a quick and simple sexual relive. This cute,
little boy down the road has been eager to suck your dicks all day long,
but couldn't muster the courage to ask you himself."

The men shifted into a defensive stance. "What? Are you sure?"

The incubus smiled defiantly. "Of course, Gentlemen. Just follow me. Take a
break for a moment. What do you have to lose?"

Finally, they gave in and walked behind the incubus toward Mike, who was
about to put the key in his door.

The supernatural creature ran up behind him and yanked his headphones
off. The workers waited in front of the patio with their helmets off and
their yellow warning vests opened.

Mike flipped around. "Hey what the fuck. Who are-"

"Listen boy, you will suck and fuck these two men and be really, really
nice to them. And act like you've been lusting for it all day long."

The tall, bald man's voice was so commanding that Mike had no way of
resisting. Before the construction workers even reached the door, the
firm-bodied teen was already stark naked – tearing his clothes off at
top speed.

"Please fuck my tight teen ass and let me suck you off," he yelled,
standing on the patio. "I love thick cock up my hole, please fill me,
Sirs."

The men grinned and took off their construction gear until they were
stripped down to their filthy work boots. The fact that they were in public
didn't bother them at all.

The incubus stepped back and sat down on the wooden bench to see how things
were going to play out.

Mike played with his nipples, pulling his rings, while his dick grew
hard. He spun around and wiggled his tiny, perky teen butt seductively. He
swung his hips to imaginary music until the two burly, sweat drenched
workers stepped closer and begun to explore his body.

At first they stroked and petted the boy's lean, wiry muscles with gentle
hesitation. "Do you like this boy?"

Regardless of his fear and actual feelings the djinn's gift compelled Mike
to say loudly "I want to feel you all over by tight little body and breathe
in your perfect man-scent. My fuck hole is desperate for a deep dicking."

"Alright boy."

The men groped him everywhere, pulled his ass cheeks apart, licked his neck
and flicked his nipples. Mike was treated like a piece of meat and acted as
if he loved every second of it. No matter how much he wanted to get away,
it only took half a second for the incubus' command to take him back over
again.

The tiny teen moaned under the thick worker's touches as they slapped him
harder and harder on pecs, ass, legs and in the face.

Finally, the bigger man, who had a gut hanging over his crotch and thick,
fat arms grabbed Mike's hair and pulled him down.

The smell of a hot day worth of crotch sweat was pressed in the curse
breaker's face.

The second man, who had visible abs but was much hairier mumbled "Fuck, I
shouldn't have had all these beers before, I gotta piss."

The incubus chuckled. "No problem, this little slut love being
drenched. Don't you?" he looked Mike deep in the eyes. "You love it you
little whore."

The command took over. "Yes Sir," yelled Mike, his face still right in the
sweaty crotch, a semi hard-on poking his cheek. "I love getting wet with
men's piss and drinking it. Please piss on this little whore."

What was he saying? The very idea of getting pissed on was
ridiculous. There was no way he had ever thought of it himself.

But it was too late. Two strong streams hit his head from either side. The
piss ran across his face and down the whole length of the kneeling boy.

"Ah, that felt good," said the first man.

Mike felt compelled to grin. "Yes Sir, that really felt amazing, but now I
really, desperately need a dick in me."

The man in front pushed the cute, boyish face on his dick and Mike began
working his tongue. The other man pulled his hips up and slapped Mike's
back into a nice arch.

He kicked the firm legs apart and went in with a little spit and nothing
more.

Mike's guts were torn open, his sphincter immediately sore. The burn was
like a hot iron rubbing against his insides, but all Mike could do was moan
softly into the dick that penetrated his face.

The incubus fed on the men's pleasure for a minute until they swapped
position. The dick well lubed with Mike's own saliva went into his ass
while that almost dry dick from his ass went into his mouth.

Both fucking men had become more comfortable with using the boy and went
harder. The slapping of huge man-meat against the puny teen's hips was
audible through the empty street.

The face fucking man said "It's too bad I have to share that hole. You're
face isn't half as tight."

Mike let the dick slip out of his throat and wheezed. "Why share Sir? Let's
see how much my ass can take. Please help me find out how much punishment
my body can take."

The men didn't hesitate.

Within seconds Mike was crouching, sandwiched between the thick
workers. They both were pressing their sweaty, greasy bodies against the
clean, smooth, tender teen. The dicks went in with some difficulty, since
Mike couldn't actually take them both. But since he couldn't react in
accordance to his true feelings, he smiled at them instead and gently
moaned as he was virtually torn apart.

The incubus got up from his seat and undressed. There was no reason to let
the boy's face go to waste. He jerked off over the boy's grimacing face
until precum dribbled down into Mike's mouth.

By now a whole lot of neighbors had been alerted by the unusual noises and
were staring out of their windows or doors. But Mike was the only one who
had noticed since he was the only one of the orgy who was facing the
street.

As the fucking increased and both man began spanking one of Mike's ass
cheeks each, the incubus felt satisfied with the raw sexual emotion he had
collected for the day.

A stream of jizz hit Mike's face and ran down his neck, past the FAGGOT
tattoo.

Both men came at once and filled Mike up with their cum. The boy felt
himself forced to yell on top of his lunges "Fuck yeah, ram it up my tight
boy whole! Cum in my slut whore guts! Make that boy-pussy yours! I'm a
bitch for man-juice! I love dick! I love dick! I LOVE DICK!"

Then the sex came to an end as all three men were satisfied.

Only now as his mind cleared again Mike noticed that his parent had entered
the driveway some time ago.

The three men grabbed their clothes and ran off, leaving the little boy
crouching on the patio with jizz on his face and dripping from his hole,
trembling in anal pain and humiliation.


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There was nothing Mike could have said to his parents and there was nothing
they wanted to hear. They had given up on him.

Jerking of furiously in the shower, Mike hoped with all his being that the
warlock was going to call him soon.

After being cured things would go back to normal. He would work to get his
grades up and his parent's trust back. He would get rid of the body
modifications and maybe even switch schools. He only had to hold on and
wait for the cure.


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