Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2020 19:24:38 +0000
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: The Curse of Troy Fletcher - Chapter 11

Chapter 11
The Curse of Troy Fletcher

Includes fucking, sucking, cum, big cocks, lactation, fisting, tattoos,
group sex, domination and humiliation... Not for the faint of heart.
Average reading time: 10 minutes.

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Joel's 21st was in days and everything was so, so wrong.

Joel was now open season for his half-brothers. When Troy was away
finding Ethan (the 9th son) his other sons had seized the moment. They
had taken Joel's cherry and realised Troy's youngest had inherited some
of their father's abilities to control Maggie's curse. Sure, it was weak
compared to Troy's strengths, but more than enough to justify fucking
Joel's sweet ass. Repeatedly.

Oh, and the fact the brothers were all 100% sure the curse was about to
fall on Joel's shoulders wasn't lost. It simply added extra spice.

Where was Troy in all of this suffering? Surely the caring and committed
father wouldn't stand idly by? He didn't have a choice though. All the
time he was being cunted and controlled by Ethan. His 9th son had turned
out to be more dominant, cruel and fucked up than any of his other sons,
and soon Ethan started enlisting the entire family in his goals. The
subsequent cunt stretching took up most of Troy's time with little left
over to service his other sons. He managed - just - but he walked around
bowlegged and the family's gape appreciation parties simply got more
extreme.

However, every so often Ethan fancied a change and he'd head off to a
more regular ffuck party by himself. He would always come back
rejuvenated and horny for his father. Literally.

It was in these moments that Ethan was at his most experimental and
creative. Like the time he came up with the idea of using the triplet's
cum as fisting lube. The boys were happy to hold off cumming for a bit
(including abstaining from being sucked off by Joel) to deliver three
pints of fresh cum.

Everyone was fascinated to see the boy-spunk used as lubrication and once
again, sex with Troy became a spectator sport for the sons. Cum has
always had a great reputation as a fisting lube but it was rare to have
enough to last even a short session. But this was different, and of
course there was the curse to contend with. Would using the triplet's
spunk as lube have the same affect as when Troy swallowed it down? Or
would it cancel out, meaning the triplet's next loads ended up even
bigger?

Troy was anguished, plummeting new depths of depravity at every step.
Surely Maggie hadn't meant for his life to be this fucked up? But no,
there was Ethan lubing up his horny hands with fresh cum dripping from
the tips. Nothing could have prepared him for this...

It turned out that as long as the spunk ended up inside Troy - whether
his hole or his mouth - it did the trick. Of course, it all had to be
ingested and not just recirculated. Ethan made sure of that, placing a
large container underneath Troy's ass to catch any run off. At the end
of the session Troy had to drink the contents, mixed in with his natural
ass juices and some top-ups from the other sons. It was vile.

Vile, but that was nothing compared to the foul time Ethan came back with
the bright idea of churning some milk from the twins into butter, and
using the resulting fat as the basis for another sick and twisted lube.
He asked Peter to use his experience of agricultural husbandry to add in
some special ingredients to stop the mix going rancid and soon they'd
created the perfect substitute for Crisco. There was nothing quite like
it. The psychological damage of being punched out using lube literally
made from your son's excretions was extreme, let alone the
turbo-charging action it gave Ethan's fists.

Could Troy fall any further?

It turned out he could. As Joel became an active and immersed participant
in the house's sex life everything went in a downward spiral. For a
moment this bought an even stronger father-son bond as Joel now had
intimate knowledge of what his father had been going though all these
years (even if he didn't have Troy's mental anguish for being
responsible for all this fucked-up-ness). Troy's love for Joel grew even
stronger and he couldn't ever imagine doing anything to hurt or harm his
youngest.

However it was a couple of days before Joel's 21st that things finally
got truly personal. When the curse truly broke Troy and its affects were
writ plain on his face for everyone to see.

Joel, his wistful and slight boy, came back from town with a tattoo on
his bicep. He said it was because he wanted to show his true love for his
father - saying it would be his forever 21 present to his Dad. Troy
couldn't help but wonder whether one of Joel's twisted brothers had put
him up to it though...

The ink was of a scroll saying `Daddy's Boy' surrounded by a bed of
roses. Troy didn't want to say it - couldn't bear to think it - but the
rosebuds painfully reminded him of the way Ethan described his cunt. Did
that mean the tattoo would a dangerous provocation to the curse? Surely
that couldn't be how the curse would affect Joel? No!

Both of them could barely sleep on the eve of Joel's birthday, both
nervous to find out how he would be corrupted. The curse had shown
anything could be on the table. Would his dick grow big? Would his spunk
production increase? Or maybe his nipples get big and stubby?

In the end, it was nothing like what they had expected. They woke to find
Joel's tattoo had grown. From a discrete design on Joel's right arm, it
now covered half his shoulder and upper arm. They looked at the ink in
detail, seeing more roses and thorns, but it seemed benign and reasonably
harmless.

However, by day two the tattoo had spread over far more of Joel's body.
It extended up to his neck and onto his face, and then down onto his arms
and hands. The design had grown obscene too - the roses turning into a
writhing mess of naked men, big cocks and swear words. He looked like a
carnal house of filth. Only a tattoo fanatic could find him attractive,
and even then a fucked up one at that.

All of Troy's other sons were gleeful at the long awaited changes,
laughing and finding it all hilarious. Soon they watched with perverted
joy as Troy and Joel tried to find a way to `control' the tattoo.

It wasn't anything obvious. They tried every combination of fucking and
sucking imaginable. They even persuaded Ethan and Owen to allow Troy's
cock cage to be removed to give the father/son team more options. Nothing
would normally have convinced them to release Troy's dick, but as long
as all the brother's got to watch...

However, all of this had to be worked around Troy's regular duties so it
took a long time to figure out just how Joel's curse could be
controlled. All this time Joel's tattoo grew and grew, now covering
nearly three quarters of his body. The ink had only grown more and more
pornographic too. His body was an encyclopaedia of extreme gay sex,
everything from bestiality to dirty-sanchezing.

The father and son team had done their best to re-enact the porn scenes
but with little success. It was only when a giant scroll - just like the
original tattoo - appeared above Joel's taut arse with the words
`Daddy's FFuckhole' that the painful truth hit them. Troy was going to
have to fist his son; his love and soul, the boy he'd looked after these
last 21 years... it was the ultimate shameful vice, truly hot-wired. Troy
hung his head in shame when he felt his dick rise hard at the thought.

Of course, the entire house gathered to watch and it was filmed for
posterity. Troy was allowed to wear his leathers with a new red harness
Ethan had bought specially for the occasion. No-one could deny that Troy
looked hot, even if deeply pained. (Though, to be honest, some of that
could have been down to the giant inflatable butt plug Ethan had shoved
inside Troy's arse. It was inhumanely sized and Troy was sure he could
feel his pussy lips tearing but Ethan was determined that Troy would have
a constant reminder of what his own cunt was possible of. You know, to
help spur him on...)

Joel was in the sling that Ethan had installed in the house. To `help
out', Ethan had trussed Joel up, making sure the youngest son was
totally vulnerable to his father's fists. Troy was determined to do this
gently though - befitting both his connection to Joel and the fact that
it had been a long time since he'd topped, let alone fisting someone
before.

His other sons weren't having it though, throwing out increasingly vivid
and disgusting shouts of encouragement. "Wreck him, punch him, stretch
that cunt out!" the sons cried. Ethan finally got fed up of Troy `pussy
footing' around and announced that if Troy didn't put his backbone into
it he would pump the inflatable dong way past the point of no return.

Troy had no choice. Even though he knew he was pushing his son too far,
too fast, and that Joel was hovering on the line between extreme pleasure
and extreme pain, he was compelled to go big. It was brutal. He'd always
had large hands - to go with his big dick - and his son had always been
slight. Out of all of these fuckers, why had his son taken after a more
effete mother and not him?!

Troy did everything he could to make his son's transition to fist-whore
easy, but it was impossible. Only when he started full-arm cunt punching
did his son's tattoo start reducing. And oh, so slowly. No matter how
much Joel wailed and cried out, no matter how many brutal fist punches in
a row, the ink withdrew at a glacial pace. It would take many, many
sessions to turn Joel back into a respectable human being again.

All of the brothers watched agog. They high-fived each other as they
realised it was now nine against two. They stepped up the pace of fucking
Troy, all whilst delighting in knowing that gave him less time to fist
Joel. In the end it took three whole days in a row of Troy brutal
fist-raping Joel to get his son's ink even moderately back to normal,
and a full seven days to return it to its original size (though Troy was
sure the original scroll had just been surrounded by roses and not
clenched fists).

From there things descended into total pig life. Troy was shocked at how
much his son had developed extreme anal hunger in response to his hands
and was appalled at just how brutal he needed to be to control the
tattoo. (For the briefest of moments Troy wondered whether Joel was
conspiring with Ethan to prolong the agony. Surely Joel didn't really
want to see just how nasty his body would get, or how mean his father
could be?! Troy was almost in tears when he was forced to punish ffuck
the son he loved. How could Joel like this stuff?!)

From that point on the sex combinations became endless... starting with
the first time Ethan chariot fisted Troy and Joel. The bony spurs that
grew on the back of Ethan's hands had only got worse as the curse's
strength grew, but reducing them by fisting both son and father at the
same time was truly fucked up. Each hole controlled the curse at
different speeds, giving a huge variety of possibilities for play. Troy
would get used to the spurs easing up in his cunt, and then was brutally
awoken by Ethan swapping hands, suddenly feeling the fresh savagery of a
hand that had been barely reduced by Joel's pussy powers.

However, things got dramatically worse when Ethan started orchestrating
sex sessions with the entire family. Tentatively at first and then more
confidently, Ethan soon told all his brothers to abstain for a whole
seven days.

Owen's PA grew huge. Over the years his baseline size had got bigger and
bigger, and his piercing was no longer capable of returning to its
original size. What was small for him was now giant for others. But after
seven days? Ouch.

Peter, who still pumped his Dad full of hormones and supplements to
increase Troy's cum production and potency so he would have a ready
supply to keep his own balls in check, stopped draining and drinking his
father's cum. Slowly Peter's nuts grew in size, resulting in a heavy
sack that could knock someone out with its heft.

And then there were the twins, José and Ramon. Still as fit and as hairy
as ever but the years of father sucking had meant their nipples were now
permanently the size of thimbles. The constant filling and emptying of
their breasts had meant they had sow tits rather than pert knockers.
Seven days of milk production would weigh heavily on their figures...

The triplets? Daniel, Mark and Simon? As the curse had grown stronger
their cum production had gone through the roof. Seven days of abstinence
would mean their balls would churn and bloat with almost two pints of cum
each. (It didn't help that Ethan had been slipping them some of Peter's
special drugs. Who knew the true limits of the triplets spunk supply?!)

And then there was Rob and his giant cock. The passing of time and
familiarity had made his fuckslab no less intimidating. The difference
now was that he had the technique and finesse to be able to really use
it. He could cajole a hole into taking it and ream a guy out like they
would never forget. His dick had grown more veiny and more brutal, and
after seven days it was a real cuntkiller. By the end of the week the tip
of his cock was almost dragging on the floor and leaving a trail of fuck
slime wherever he went...

Ethan? His hands, wrists and forearms only got more gnarly. In fact,
Ethan was sure the curse was determined to keep his fists permanently one
step ahead of Troy's hole development. No matter how big Troy's cunt
got Ethan's spurs and ridges always seemed to grow bigger on each
re-set.

Finally there was Joel. His body hardly ever had a chance to return to
normal. He constantly looked like trash, so much so that only his father
could ever find him attractive. After seven days he was pure filth... it
would have to take a really fucked-up man to take any pleasure in playing
with him.

Finally, seven full days passed. Ethan had every detail planned out and
it would be a night to remember forever.

It all started with Troy's silver fox body immobilised face down on a
fuck bench. Peter's agricultural milking machine was connected and
started sucking away on Troy's dick. It wouldn't stop for the entire
session, no matter how many orgasms it extracted. To give extra value for
money Ethan had put Troy in a set of thick and heavy metal ball weights
to constantly and painfully tug Troy's nuts as he was used during the
night.

Once Troy's sack had been drained a couple of times for good measure,
big dicked Rob and metal pierced Owen double dicked their father. Owen
was hung at the best of times but his dick sliding alongside Rob's horse
cock was like a mouse burrowing next to a moose. Still, both of them
worked hard to truly punish fuck their father and then cum deep inside.
It was something they'd repeat several times that night.

Up next was a veritable menu of body fluids. Everyone was welcome to take
a slash over Troy whenever they wanted (including Joel), but the real
focus was on the twins' milk and the triplets' cum.

Troy only had one mouth and a protein sequence was forced upon him that
was beyond his darkest dreams. First Joel's left tit, then Danny's
cock... and then Ramon's right tit and Simon's spunk... it kept on going!
So much cum, so much cream! It was inhuman. Then, Mark wanked almost to
completion and thrust his dick into his father's sloppy pussy, meaning
he got the rare pleasure of unloading inside his Dad, watching his giant
load blowback against his crotch...

Ethan was carefully watching and seconds later painfully plugged Troy's
gaping cunt, wanting to keep as much of that cum inside of him as
possible. It was all grist to the mill. From that point on the squirts of
lube and cum that fell on Troy's face were just bonus humiliations... the
inevitable moment was here.

Joel - kept in reserve till now - was manoeuvred into place, railed in
just like the slings at the Anvil. However, this sling was fully equipped
for bondage and Joel was restrained to within an inch of his life. His
body was bound down and his legs tied up, leaving no chance for Joel to
escape.

Meanwhile, Troy's arms were set free from his fuck bench milking stand
and his body raised to give him a better angle: better to fist his son,
and better to be fisted by a son.

The reams of dick Troy had been forced to take, the brutal milking of his
cock, and the massive influx of two types of protein had left Troy in a
daze. He'd almost been able to zone out, to function on auto-pilot. But
his position shifting and the appearance of his youngest son bought him
back to full attention. He looked up to realise he was staring straight
between Joel's open legs. His son's cunt was beautifully laid out in
front of him, except only a father could love what he saw.

Joel was obscene. Thick and dirty ink covered his entire body, making him
look like a hybrid sex-punk-pig. What made it worse was that all of
Joel's tattoos seemed to beat a path to his son's cunt, to make it a
potent target of use and abuse. Right now, a barrage of giant red arrows
swarmed towards his son's arse cheeks, each one curving and pointing at
Joel's hole. Each thick arrow was printed with phrases at the head or
along the shaft, from simple obscenities to more complex phrases. FFUCK
HERE was as straightforward as it got, SLOT MACHINE FOR HIRE more
elaborate, whilst JUICY TRENCH was pure filth.

But there was no denying that Joel's cunt was juicy. Was that because
he'd been warmed-up by one of his brothers, or because he was juicing up
from the thought of his Dad attacking his hole... who will ever knew? All
Troy understood was that he was looking at his beautiful youngest son
with a hole that was disgustingly sloppy and distended. Jesus, how could
he possible be expected to trash it anymore? Hadn't the curse done
enough already?!

Ethan was the first to get going. He used his bony spurs with maximum
brutality and to maximum effect... and he fully expected Troy to match his
actions punch for punch on Joel, even though that was impossible: Joel's
boyhole was nowhere near as developed as Troy's own obscenely stretched
out anus. Ethan didn't care though, forcing Troy on.

"Both of you, quit your mewling! You don't have a choice, right Dad?"

A particular savage punch to Troy's hole ended up having the required
reciprocal effect on Joel that Ethan demanded. Troy knew that he
couldn't protect his son's pussy anymore, or at least not if he didn't
want his own cunt to be wrecked beyond all recognition.

Joel sensed his father's demeanour change. He felt it in his cunt too.
Up till now he could tell his Dad had been holding back and if he hadn't
of been ball-gagged then he'd have told Troy to stop being such a pussy.
Now he wasn't so sure... His father was laying in to him without mercy
and he could feel his anal lips giving way, and then more and more of his
inner assflesh being pulled out with each of his father's outward
punches. He knew his precious boyhole was being stretched into oblivion,
receiving more love than one boy could ever possibly take.

Ethan directed his father further, the other brothers all spurring them
both on.

"We're going to turn Joel into a bitch you barely recognise. Give it
time and his cunt could be even bigger than yours! Incapable of closing,
oozing ass juices every minute, corrupted to depravity, begging to be
used by each and every one of us. Hell, we'll fuck his mind up so much
that he'll never turn a fist down! How about it, bitch? Wouldn't that
be something?!"

As Joel's rosebud blossomed, Trent was shocked to see his son beginning
to prolapse. It was a circle that could only keep going. There was never
going to be an end in sight. If only Troy had said yes to Maggie...

The End.

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