Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2015 23:26:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: curse breaker part 3 "Ghost"

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.


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3. Ghost

Mike lay naked in his bed, masturbating. The teen had gained a few pounds
of muscle over the last month. His pecs had begun to gain definition, the
rest of baby fat on his abs had melted away and his limbs had grown about
half an inch in circumference all over.

Ever since that night with the huge man suddenly jumping into his room –
despite the bruises, he still wasn't sure it had been real – he felt his
testosterone running through his veins all the time. He used it to pump
iron at the gym but the constant boner was quite a distraction.

He rubbed his sensitive nipples, imagining himself being held down and
roughed up by a strong, meaty, sweaty man. He had never thought about man
in this way before the encounter and now it seemed he could think of
nothing else.

His mind wandered...

And a couple of weeks ago there had been this other guy. Tall, long black
hair, snow white skin. Even this encounter seemed like a dream to Mike. But
he had the almost healed scratches to proof it. That night had been quite
disturbing. He had barely made it home without being seen naked.

The teen swung his smooth, now well-defined body from the bed and went on
his knees. He bent his back, imagining an aggressive man pushing him down
with a foot in the neck. Mike was shocked at his own fantasy, but he
couldn't help to feel gratified at the idea.

The boy's hand absentmindedly wandered to his ass. A single finger circled
the hole. Despite all the pain he remembered, he wanted his hole filled. A
very new thought for him, but he quickly had come to terms with this new
desire.

Suddenly the temperature in the room rose dramatically. Mike was sweating
immediately. It was like a sauna.

He got up to open a window. But he didn't get very far.

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Ghosts can never enter the material word. Their curse causes them to loose
parts of themselves in the ether. This particular ghost stumbled over the
supernatural signature of a curse breaker. And he wasted no time to start
an attack.

However, ghosts have no ability to fuck someone and can't get off the way
physical creatures do. Instead they need to cause intense emotions to fuel
their ghostly minds. Only that could get an ethereal being off.

Mike was lifted up be his shoulders, an invisible force pulling him inches
off the floor. The boy screamed out in surprise as he hovered above the
ground, but there was nobody home to hear him.

The sweating teen struggled in the invisible grip. "What...what's going on?
What the fuck. Holy shit."

The ghost wasn't limited to two arms and so it lifted the boy's legs too,
pushing the curse breaker's knees bent and his ass out.

Squirming and wreathing, the boy saw something float through his door –
the biggest cucumber in the kitchen. In a surreal experience, the boy saw
the thick food item hover closer and closer to his position. With his legs
bent up his crack was exposed and no amount of struggling could free him
from the unknown invader's grip.

The light everywhere in the house went out with a bang.

Mike couldn't see where the cucumber was, but a glowing substance oozed
from the ceiling, coloring the hot room in red. The substance was liquid
but nebulous, resisting gravity.

It was the ghost's ectoplasm. Drops of it fell on the cucumber, making it
just a little less dry, but not much.

Most drops fell onto the boy. He could feel them running across his face
and into his mouth. It tasted like cum – bitter, slimy cum. The taste
was disgusting and he hated himself for even swallowing a single drop. But
it kept dripping from above. He clod either gulp it down or let it run into
his nose, blocking his airways.

The ghost focused all its power and maneuvered the tool of choice. The
cucumber popped into Mike's ass, tearing his sphincter apart so hard he was
crying right away and screamed at the top of his lunges. The teen's
desperate voice echoed from the walls, his cries inarticulate and
animalistic as the intrusion didn't cease.

Fearing the cries could alert the neighbors, the ghost floated a belt
around the boy's throat and squeezed. With his airflow almost cut off, Mike
had to struggle for breath, making it impossible not to swallow all of the
thickening stream of ectoplasm that constantly ran into his face.

With the room smelling strongly of the ghost's cum, Mike's sweat and the
general scent of sex, the boy stopped struggling. He was in the air, his
arms raised above him, his ass pushed out and in unbearable pain, but he
was rock hard. The stench of sex turned him on, reminding him of the musky
smell of muscular men.

Mike thought he might just hold still and let it happen. Inexplicably it
was easier if he imagined that a mighty bodybuilder commanded him too.

But the ghost couldn't have that. The emotional response had to be greater
than this.

The cucumber picked up speed, dry fucking the hole which inevitably caused
the fieriest, most scorching burn in the little boy's gut possible. The
belt made him swallow the gross cum and kept him quiet with lack of
breath. What else could the ghost do?

The supernatural creature summoned all of its power for a last strike. This
caused quite a commotion in the room, papers and clothes flying around,
books falling from the shelves, desk and chair tipping over – even the
walls trembled.

All cables in the room came flying at the teen. He was whipped a dozen
times per second from all sides. His ass, his back, his legs, his chest and
abs and even his dick. Nothing was save from the brutal cable-whipping. Red
lines appeared all over Mike, crisscrossing and overlapping. He trembled
again, instinctively trying to break free, but there was no escape from the
ghost's immaterial hands.

Meanwhile the cucumber buried itself even deeper into his ass – now
shoving 7 inches in and out of the boy at inhuman speed. A single drop of
pre-cum made its way down the pulsing shaft of Mike's dick.

Despite the lack of air, the curse breaker managed to cry out over and
over. His breath grew frantic. He trembled all over. Sweat formed little
puddles on the ground below him as the drops accumulated.

The tears and screams were just what the ghost had needed. The emotional
response was enough to ease its curse. The supernatural creature would not
slip into the ether for month to come, thanks to the little boy.

There was no need to abuse him and further. The ghost simply dropped Mike
to the floor and vanished. With a dull thud, the little boy crashed on the
ground, his ass hitting the floor first, driving the cucumber all the way
in once last time. His knees hit the floor second as he collapsed
uncontrollably. One long moan faded into a soft sobbing.

The lights went back on.

While he was in the most intense pain he ever remembered experiencing, he
was too horny to care. And so, as soon as he was free, he grabbed his hard
dick and jerked off brutally.

Unknown to the teen, his parents had come home seconds ago and were about
to look after their son.

Mike came with a violent shiver and a loud cry, facing the door, just as
his parents opened it. They found their boy with a thick cucumber up his
ass and whip-marks all over in a destroyed room smelling as if he had been
jerking off for hours.

The boy turned red as he shot a thick streak of cum right at his parents,
planting his seed halfway between himself and his guardians. He let go of
his dick, greatly reducing he pleasure he would have gotten from his
orgasm, but the shots didn't stop. He squirted four more times, desperately
trying to cover his throbbing dick. But the cum slipped through his
fingers. All he managed was to reflect the shots onto himself, covering his
chest and abs.

His parents stared horrified at their teen son. With a dull plopping sound,
the cucumber shot from his ass and slipped into a pile of clothes the ghost
had messed up. Grounding would not be enough of a punishment for this
behavior.

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