Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2020 17:05:26 +0000 From: Stu Hadley Subject: The Curse of Troy Fletcher - Chapter 3 Chapter 3 The Curse of Troy Fletcher Includes fucking, piercing, domination and humiliation... Average reading time: 25 minutes. If you enjoy reading this - or any story in the Nifty archive - please make a donation to keep this invaluable resource going. Any and every contribution helps. Thanks! ------ Troy opened his mailbox to grab the usual assortment of birthday cards and letters. That is to say, not many at all. He was 39 and had left his distant family connections behind a long time ago. Whilst he'd been an independent man for a long time, fatherhood had changed him. 13 years ago his son Joel had been born and totally changed his priorities and outlook on life. Things he would never have been able to imagine as a 17-year old were now deeply ingrained in his psyche. For example, putting others first and providing all-round emotional stability. However, if he had his way he'd completely forget about his birthday altogether, but he knew it was an important moment for Joel to celebrate with him. In fact, the idea of making a birthday cake with his son pleased him deeply. The happy thought propelled him as he walked back up the long drive. It was early morning on a summer's day that was already warming up. The hot muscle bear could already feel the sweat rising on his body. As he went, he flicked through the meagre handful of cards, junk mail and flyers. There was one nice surprise that bought a smile to his eye: a postcard from a young husky he'd met a few weeks ago at his local gay bar... Troy had seen the guy eyeing up the crowd for half an hour or so. Although Troy was a regular he didn't recognise the guy. He knew the look though - freshly out, proud of himself for making it this far and yet also slightly wary and hesitant of being amongst his kind. Maybe still a virgin? But even if not, certainly sexually inexperienced. He had the look of someone who was lost and needed to be found. Years ago Troy would have tactically gone in for the kill, taking advantage of the guy's naivety to both fuck and fuck the guy up. Now he was more mellow - changed by his past, his advancing years and being a father. However, that wasn't to underestimate Troy. There was an aspect of him that was still 100% top. An aspect that wanted to take full advantage of his naturally big dick and his ability to stretch a hole out permanently. However, this was now tempered by his desire to make sure his partners were getting just as much pleasure as he was. For all the enjoyment Troy got at seeing a bottom's ass impaled on his thick nine incher and knowing he was responsible for wrecking their hole, he wanted to know that the guy he was fucking had entered that special sexual nirvana when they didn't know whether they were begging for more or begging for it all to stop. He wanted every guy he played with to feel the pleasure of being reamed out by his fuckslab, to know that every guy he cunt-stretched would come away with pride that they'd been able to take it... Of course, this approach was a long way away from his college days. Back then nothing would have given him more pleasure than to pin a twink down and rape them into the ground, leaving them with guilt and remorse at enjoying Troy's punishing dick. Now Troy wanted guys to feel pleasure and joy. And if a consequence of that was implanting a few big dick addictions along the way, then Troy certainly wouldn't complain. Troy shook as he remembered his fuck-brute past. He knew he was a better man now and cast his eyes happily over the guy at the end of the bar. It was a quiet night and Troy had chatted to a few friends and now had time on his hands. He saw the guy that was touching twenty, yet stocky with muscles and a paunch of belly. The lad drank confidently, but his eyes kept glancing around the room furtively. Troy knew all he had to do was keep looking in that direction and eventually the boy would feel his gaze. Bingo! The invitation was there. Troy nonchalantly walked over, his tight jeans revealing his bulging package and his open plaid shirt showing off his pelt of silver chest hair. Immediately it felt as if the connection between the two of them was palpable. Which was why Troy was so glad that Tom - the husky - had remembered his birthday. It had only been a comment in passing about their age differences as they flirted - Troy wasn't even sure why he'd remarked that he was soon chasing 40 - but he was touched that Tom had stored it away. `Happy birthday and thanks for such an amazing first time. It was way better than I ever could have imagined! (And if I look as hot as you in 20 years time then I have a lot to look forward to!) Love, Tom'. The card bought a smile to Troy's eye as he remembered the evening. He had used all of his skill, experience and talent to make sure that Tom had a good time. Showing just how much pleasure could be got from sucking an over-sized cock, the passionate embrace of kissing, the erotic charge from rimming a guy's hole... all leading up the staggering pleasure of being impaled on a giant dick. Troy knew he'd ended the session with Tom's desire sated and fully quenched, all whilst knowing that he'd created in the boy a lifelong hunger for big cock. Of course, the question of roles came up. Was Troy top or bottom? What was Tom for that matter? Troy explained that he been a top his entire life. That he'd known ever since puberty that his physique and dick had been a gift, that he loved the feeling of a tight hole squeezing around his cock as he fucked, and that he loved the power of knowing that he was responsible for making tight holes slack and loose. Troy had looked at the naked husky standing in front of him and commented that `from the way your dick has just firmed up and has started to drip, I'm pretty sure you're all bottom... maybe versatile though? Only time will tell. But I bet your boyhole is quivering right now at the thought of taking my big dick and giving me pleasure, right? A deep part of you wants to be my fuckhole for the night, right? Damn, it's nothing to be ashamed of. We need both roles for the world to go round. Being a bottom is a service, if it weren't for guys like you they'd be nobody to fuck...' As Troy remembered the mutual pleasure of their long night of sex, he wondered how much of what he said was actually true. For all his talk of tops and bottoms being equal partners, he did feel that each role was hard-wired into a guy. Sure, people toyed with being versatile, they may even play good lip-service to it, but deep down you either loved being active or passive. You either loved using a hole or being used yourself. End of. By far the biggest difference was how you behaved though. Some bottoms were guilt-free, others riddled with self-doubt. And some tops were great lovers and others as big a dick as the junk they carried around with them (sometimes disproportionately so). As he continued his walk in the summer heat he was reminded of exactly which type he was and just why he'd turned out that way. He had been a fuck boy after all. At high school and college there wasn't an arse out there that had escaped his attention, willing or not. He'd liked to fuck hard and always let his dick lead the way. He'd been so horny that he'd had to wear a condom at all times to catch his surplus precum. And then he had met Maggie... Maggie who (unbelievably) had turned out to be a witch. And bewitched him she certainly had. He had become calmer, more considerate and more focused when he was around her. Her companionship had changed the way he thought about life, but also the way he thought about sex. It had made him realise that he the nous to use his intelligence and guile not just to fuck, but to earn money. It hadn't ended at all well between the two of them though. An unexpected marriage proposal, a more brutal than intended rejection, a spurned women, and then the unbelievable curse that had made him sterile. He had become a changed man - infertile (ending his many years of successfully donating to local sperm banks), successful in business (he lived on a comfortable homestead built on the proceeds of his savvy and well-timed dot com investments) and now a father (Joel, the joyful result of his last batch of fertile sperm stored by the clinic and a surrogate mother - the best thing that had ever happened to him). All things he never could imagined when he was younger. His halo of remembrance was shattered by the final envelope in the pile of mail. It stopped him in his tracks. He recognised her handwriting. What could that bitch possibly want? Surely she'd had her pound of flesh? He ripped open the envelope with trepidation, his heart pacing. None of it made sense. There was a photo of a young guy - maybe 20, handsome, dark stubble - and a card with five lines of verse: One hundred bastards you have sired But ten will make you tired `Cause a terrible controlling fate awaits And only your sons can truly abate Your shameful sexual vices, all hot-wired His honest first thought was `one hundred kids? damn, that's impressive!' but his second was one of confusion. What the fuck did it mean? He was immediately scared. He knew that nothing Maggie did was by chance. The curse - it can only have been another curse, right? - was obviously meant to spell deep trouble for Troy. Even worse if it was meant to spell trouble for his sons? Surely not Joel, not him? It seemed to mean that ten of his one hundred sons would have sexual vices. His sexual vices? What did that mean? Sure, Troy may have been a fuck boy when he was younger, but he was a changed man now. He wasn't even sure if he had any vices at all, he was pretty vanilla. And if the verse meant his sons were going to be gay, there was no shame of that in 2011! He'd be proud to sire any child, straight or gay. He looked at the photo again to see whether there were any more clues. The lad in the photo was handsome and buff, with the same easily defined muscles and the same swagger that Troy had had at that age... He turned the image over and saw that there was a name - Owen Hargreaves - an address, date of birth (his 21st birthday (underlined twice) just a couple of days earlier) and the name of his parents. His biological parents. Troy looked at the card in disbelief. The jock in the photo was his son. The harder he looked the more he saw himself in the photo. The same bone structure and the same confident stance he'd had at that age. The dates checked out too - it was now just under 22 years since he'd donated sperm for the first time. The clinic's doctor had always said his spunk had flown off the shelves. Troy felt poleaxed. What the fuck should he do? He had never wanted to be a father - only losing the chance forever had compelled him to have Joel. Now though? He apparently had another 99 sons, 10 of whom he was intimately connected with. Fuck. Was he going to have to have sex with his adult sons? Surely not. He was scared, but he knew he had to make contact. He knew that Owen could be in trouble, and if raising Joel had taught him anything it was to be there to help and give support when needed. That was his role. And to be honest, his first son looked hot as fuck. Just the type of guy he'd liked to fuck at that age. Maybe porking him wouldn't be all that bad... Wrong, oh so wrong, but... Troy immediately prepared to leave and find Owen. He obviously couldn't go before he celebrated his birthday with Joel, and also finding a place for his teenage son to stay for a few days. Joel could tell something was up as his Dad seemed low-energy and distracted, but he accepted his father's line of a sudden business trip. He was a quiet and sensitive boy, and not one for dramatics. He took the news of sleeping over with one of his school friends on the chin and told his Dad to take care. ------ Troy headed out into the unknown. Years ago he had initially dismissed Maggie cursing him to be sterile as the stuff of pure fantasy. When it had come true he had been shocked to the core. Years later he was now in a similar situation, accept this time his imagination was running wild with all the possibilities the verse could mean. Steadily his pick-up ate up the miles as he traveled towards the address he had been given for Owen. A little bit of sleuthing had given Troy more that just his son's address. He knew which university he was attending, the course he was doing (sports science), and even some of the stuff he did outside of college. This new app Facebook and it's check-ins made things so easy... Troy figured the best place to `bump' into his new found son was at the 24-hour gym Owen was a member of. Even then, it took a couple of days before Troy found his chance. It had taken a while to discover when Owen was there and the gym was quiet enough to have a conversation without making a scene. All this time Troy thought he was being discreet. To his mind he looked like any other guy working out. Admittedly he was scoping guys out but that was just because he was trying to find his son...To Owen though, Troy was a red flag. It seemed that every time Owen looked up, there was this buff older man in his sight lines, throwing him glances and then hurriedly staring away. This wasn't merely being eyed up, this was verging on stalking. Sure, the older man was kinda hot, with broad muscles and a handsome, caring face. He briefly wondered what it would be like to pin the man down and fuck him hard, but that thought quickly left him. For odd reasons he hadn't quite been in the mood for the last couple of days - since his birthday in fact - and, oh, he didn't normally cast his net quite so... old. What did Troy see though? He was struck by just how much Owen reminded him of his younger self. Every glance caught a fresh detail. The same tight body that held the promise of strength and aggression. The same mean and cocky expression that suggested he could get anything he wanted, whenever he wanted.... But then there was that tight and taut bubble butt in workout shorts. All put together, Owen was exactly the younger Troy's type. An arse to die for and an attitude that was the kind of challenge Troy had lusted after back then. The momentary thought of what it would be like to forcibly fuck the young buck popped into his head-- but no, Troy was a different man now. Suddenly he had his chance! It was late at night, the gym was virtually deserted and Owen was heading towards the changing rooms. Owen had completed his workout and was taking his sweaty body, replete in high tops, short shorts and a thin and damp tank top, to shower. Troy briefly hesitated and then followed him in, determined to have the conversation - the suspense of finding out what Maggie's verse meant was killing him. Troy causally scanned the locker room and saw Owen sitting on one of the benches idly checking his phone. This was the moment. He approached the younger guy, pretending that he had one of the lockers next door. What the fuck did this old man want, thought Owen. Just my luck to be chased around the gym by an old-timer... He was just about to ask what the hell the guy's game was before Troy beat him to it. "Hey... are you Owen?" Troy asked with more confidence than he felt. How on god's sweet earth was he going to tell this young guy that he was his father, let alone about the curse? He tried to think how he would have reacted at that age and was lost for words. "What the fuck, man?" Owen replied, immediately wary and full of attitude. Jesus, this guy really was a stalker! "Hey, no worries... I just wanted to know whether you're Owen Hargreaves. Because if you are, I've got some news for you. And it's probably a good thing you're sitting down..." said Troy, as calmly and neutrally as he could. Owen's interest couldn't help but be slightly piqued. It helped that up close the older man was kinda hot. Slightly earnest yes, but it was clear he was fit for a guy in his-- what? Late thirties? The older guy was wearing casual sweats that made the most of his swarthy body and, despite him feeling off-colour, Owen's dick couldn't help but lurch at the subconscious thought of a fuck. However, if all the guy wanted was a fuck then Owen was sure as hell going to make him work for it. He shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, as if to say `just get on with it'. This was going to be more difficult than Troy had hoped. "Well there's no easy way of saying this... I'm your father. Your biological father, I mean" said Troy. "Jesus Christ, old man! That's the worst pick-up line I've ever heard" said Owen shaking his head in total disbelief. What an absolute fucking chancer! "No, it's true. Please hear me out" said Troy, sitting down opposite Owen, hoping that being face-to-face would help his words ring true. He carefully listed some biographical dates and talked about his donating sperm when he'd been younger. Slowly it sunk in. Strangely enough the news didn't come as that much of a shock to Owen. On one level he'd always suspected that his father wasn't his true Dad, but he was always so confident in his own skin that he'd ignored it and just gotten on with life. And then to sit opposite someone who - the more he looked - had such an uncanny resemblance to himself - the easier it was to believe. "Oh, and Happy Birthday by the way" said Troy. Owen kept his guard. "Bullshit, anyone could have found out when my birthday was, and the other stuff is just hearsay. You could be anybody. Prove it to me, old man" declared Owen. "Okay, if this doesn't prove it, then nothing will. Have you noticed anything... unusual about your body recently? asked Troy, suddenly getting coy. "What the fuck does that mean?" "Your body, like, you know..." hesitated Troy. He'd spent a lifetime being confident and in control, but nothing had prepared him for this moment. "Have you seen or felt any changes recently?" he asked. "I went through puberty a long time ago, old man" scoffed the boy. Regardless of his dismissive answer, Troy could see Owen subconsciously feeling his junk as he thought about the question. For all Troy's focusing on the younger guy's bubble butt, it was just one of Owen's assets. For the first time Troy suddenly noticed that his son had a bulge that was packing serious heat. The thin fabric of his shorts didn't leave much to the imagination and Troy was transfixed at the thought of the younger's guys dickmeat. Had he inherited his own girthy schwang? The illicit thought made him blush. "I mean, has anything been different recently? Anything since your birthday, perhaps?" "How the fuck would you know that? One thing has been different: my PA. I would swear it's got heavier since my birthday party. First I just thought my dickhead was being sensitive after I rough fucked a pledge at the party... but it definitely feels heavier. Painfully heavy. Dragging my shorts down heavy. But there's no way that could be true though... I haven't stretched my piercing in months." Damn, thought Troy. His son has a PA? He found it strangely alluring... Taking a deep breathe Troy explained that he was gay... and about Maggie and the curse, including the verse. "Man, that's horse shit!" exclaimed Owen. "I'll give that you're a fag - you haven't been able to keep your eyes off my junk since we started talking--" (Shit!) "but your story is getting crazier by the minute. I may be gay too but that doesn't mean your tale is going to make me fuck you" scorned Owen. "Jesus, I'm not here for a fuck, son! I'm trying to help you out" said Troy plaintively. It couldn't help but escape his mind what a manly son he'd bred though... "I believe you may have a problem, a problem caused by an evil and twisted woman. I need to know the answer. If I'm wrong then I'll go on my way and you'll never hear from me again... Show me your PA. Tell me if whether it's the same as before or whether it's growing. You must be able to tell" said Troy, connecting the dots and with a sudden burst of confidence (and a strange desire to see whether his son was all that). Owen, no stranger to being naked in the changing rooms - he was proud of his meat - shrugged his shoulders. "I don't believe you old man, but here you go." He stood up, hooked his thumbs under his shorts and jock and pulled them half way down his thighs in one swift movement. The boy's cock immediately flopped free. Troy didn't know where to look at first. His eyes were level with Owen's crotch and he flicked between the hefty dick, so similar to his own - thick, prepossessing, meaty, long - and the seemingly giant PA at the end of it. It was a complete assault on the senses: the sight of the fleshy shaft, the glint of metal and then intoxicating smell of ball sweat. Trying to play it cool, Troy looked up at Owen and asked whether the giant PA was `normally' like that? "Jesus! It's got even bigger whilst I was exercising! How the fuck is that even possible? I mean I've stretched it several times as I wanted it to be bigger - I really want guys to feel it, you know? - but this is sick! Christ, I can't even see the seams anymore - if I didn't know better I'd say it was soldered on! Man, is this some sick prank?" demanded Owen, saying his thoughts in real time. "Some fucked up stunt where you've drugged me at night and upped my piercing? Though god knows how you would have done that... And it doesn't hurt like when I normally go up a size. This is different... instead my dick is weighted down to the ground by this giant fucker!" Troy couldn't help but notice that despite Owen's disbelief the boy was manhandling his junk and his dick seemed to be liking the attention. No matter how heavy and thick the enormous piercing, Owen was firming up. It looked angry. Troy shook his head in despair. "It's not a prank, or a set-up. I honestly think it might be the curse... That bitch Maggie said something about sexual vices. Maybe the PA is yours?" asked Troy. "Wait, what did you just say?" said Owen, dropping his metalled cock and looking sternly at Troy. "I said, maybe the PA is your sexual vice and it's going to keep growing unless it's controlled" replied Troy, wondering just where this was going. "Bullshit. Read me the exact words of the curse again" demanded Owen. "One hundred bastards you have sired But ten will make you tired `Cause a terrible controlling fate awaits And only your sons can truly abate Your shameful sexual vices, all hot-wired" recited Troy. He knew it off by heart. Owen's entire body seemed to harden as the words sunk in. "So... it's your fault I'm in this situation. Fuck! The curse isn't just on me, it's on you." said Owen. Troy looked totally nonplussed. "A controlling fate, which only your sons can abate" said Owen. "The sexual curse is on you not me. I'm merely the carrier... You're the one that's being controlled" said Owen. The words hung heavy in the air. "What do you mean" asked Troy. "Wait-- do you mean I need to fuck you to keep your PA under control?" His heart jumped at the thought. Normally he would have felt pure delight at the thought of fucking a young stud like Owen but somehow this all felt so wrong. His mind was spin-balling as he worked it through. There was no doubt that Owen was his son - the looks and the big dick alone made that true. And apparently it was also true that Owen's PA had magically started to grow after his 21st birthday and he had come of age. Surely he didn't have to fuck his own son to keep that PA at a reasonable size though? Maggie couldn't have been that sick. It was worse. "You know what, old man - Daddy" said Owen with a sneer, " I think, you're right. You and I have got to fuck... that's the only way." "There's no way I'm fucking you Owen, you're my son" said Troy through clenched teeth. Troy was so wrapped up in his own emotions that he couldn't see what was in front of him: Owen's mighty prick getting rock hard. "Don't be stupid old man, I'm going to fuck you!" said Owen, with all the confidence in the world. In seconds he had rationalised it all. Technically it may have been biological incest, but Troy was an attractive man. A bit whiny maybe, but muscular and hairy. It certainly looked like he could take a good dicking, and his meaty arse was to die for. Who cared that his giant PA would rip even the most experienced bottoms a new hole. Surely his Dad could take it, right? "You have got to be fucking kidding me, I'm 100% top. What makes you think I'm going to let you fuck me? Not least with that... thing!" stuttered Troy, looking at the punishing metal ring glinting in the locker room lights. Already it seemed to have a thick coating of precum. Evidently that ran in the family... "Come on, it's your fault I'm in this mess. We're in it together. There's no way I can live with this getting bigger and bigger all the time. I'll turn into a freak! We've got to have sex now - right now. After all, you don't want to risk this getting any larger, do you?" Much to his dismay, Troy could feel himself being pulled in by Owen's thinking. He was disturbed by his son's suggestion, but - oh god - he suddenly felt himself getting hard at the thought of being fucked. This is so wrong! All he could focus on was Owen staring at him from across the benches. He may have been 100% top, but surely he could take a dick just once, right? Then things would be back to normal for sure. "Come on Dad, this is all your fault" said Owen, flicking his turgid dick and sending a spray of precum across Troy's body. Troy couldn't help himself, he felt his own fuckslab get hard at the thought of what was about to come. Where the fuck was that coming from? "Okay, okay... but be gentle, man. I've never been fucked before..." wittered Troy. He mind was a haze as he thought of all the guys whose anal cherries he'd taken. Fuck. He suddenly wanted to run away. He had no desire to find out what it would be like to have his hole reamed out by a dick at least as big as his own. And yet one with a giant metal ring at the end! What the fuck was that going to feel like?! And yet... despite Troy having lived a lifetime as a total top, he couldn't deny how hard his dick was right now. It revolted him but his shorts were a gunky mess as precum oozed from his dick. Man! He hadn't leaked this much in years. What they fuck was wrong with him?! "Turn round and bend over... Pops!" The sudden shame of being called by the diminutive was all the advantage that Owen needed. In seconds, Owen had spun the older man round and hoisted down his clothes to reveal the father's meaty arse cheeks. The unmistakable smell of precum filled the deserted locker room. Owen looked down at Troy's shorts in shock. The crotch area was densely filled with the slippery pre-syrup. "Man! Who needs lube with you around?!" said Owen, grabbing a handful of the liquid to baste his own cock. "Are you sure you haven't been fucked before? Only a true bitch would leak so much lube at the thought of being taken from behind! And in such easy reach too!" Troy wilted. He was rooted to the spot. He'd never been fucked and had never wanted to be fucked before. And yet here he was. Bent over the locker room benches, his hole puckered and winking... waiting to be defiled. The humiliation of his own precum - which he'd always seen as the ultimate sign of his virility - being used against him. Who the fuck was this man that he had become? Owen grabbed his hard dick by the base, the better to line it up with Troy's taut hole. He took one look at his target and thought to himself just how cherry the hole in front of him looked. Maybe he really was virgin arse? He mentally prepared himself for a super tight fuck... Troy felt the coldness of the heavy steel PA pressing against him. Coated in lube - made by his own overactive balls - the thick ring easily slipped inside his arse. Now the difficult part really started though... Owen gripped his dick even harder and started to push his glistening helmet inside too. Briefly - just briefly - the sensation of human flesh against his arse felt good to Troy, but that was quickly replaced by a searing bolt of pain as Owen brutally pushed his cock much deeper. Owen was determined to use the giant ring to his advantage and put all his force behind it. In his imagination the metal was forging a path for his pussymaker to follow. To Troy it felt like he was being split in half, his eyes watering at the thick girth. Jesus, is this what his dick felt like to all those guys he's fucked?! How the fuck did they manage to take it? Troy's challenges meant nothing to Owen. To him it was the tightest hole he'd ever fucked. He'd have to change that fast - it was time to open his old man up. He pulled back a few inches to get into a good fuck action. Soon he was pounding his Dad's thick muscular body like there was no tomorrow. Each thrust sounded a heavy grunt as the punishing metal tip found and ravaged every tight crevice inside his father's hole. The oversized metal ring really was so big that it was almost inconceivable that anybody could take it. In fact, since his birthday and Owen first noticing his PA had started growing he had been too frightened of doing actual, real damage to fuck anyone - but here was his Dad taking it like a pro. Obviously he was born to it! And with that Troy found out for himself what it was truly like to be fucked. But of course this was no ordinary fucking. This was a son taking his father's cherry. This was a tight pucker being opened up by 10" thick slab of prime 21-year old dick for the first time. This was a hole that was never going to be the same again: one that was being ripped apart by a hard metal ring of pure and unrelenting steel. Troy cried out in shock, alarm and pain. He simply couldn't cope. Owen wasn't having any of it though and kept on ploughing. "Man alive, your hole feels amazing. I can feel my big metal dick plundering your arse! Jesus" he said, as he power-slammed his body into Troy over and over again. "I never thought you would actually let me do it! That you would actually let me fuck you! Of all the things we could have tried to tame that damn curse - wanking, sucking - you went for being ass fucked the first time round! And your arse feels mighty fine. God, I'm a father fucker. Jesus, even if this doesn't work I'm going to be doing this again.... You are the best kind of sex toy. Pushing back. A warm hole that craves my cock." And it was true. Even as Troy heard the hateful words, even as he felt the unbelievable pain in his formerly virgin arse, he could tell he was enjoying the sensations. What the fuck was wrong with him?! He was ashamed, this simply wasn't right, he shouldn't be liking this, but his arse and hard dick said he wanted more and more... "Jesus, I can't believe you actually tried to sell me that you're a top! All those glances across the changing room. You should have just came out and simply said you wanted a fuck! We could have been doing this for days! Your arse may be tight but I can tell you were born to take dick! Can you feel my metal inside you? Most guys say they can... that's why I got it. To make my fuck more vicious. I want all the fags to know they've been fucked by me!" The empty changing rooms were filled with the sound and smell of man sex. It was just like all those times Troy had fucked a bitch back when he was younger. The same illicit thrill, but now he was in a very different position. It truly was like he was being fucked by his younger self. Owen had all the stamina in the world, but the combination of the fucked up circumstances - his giant PA, the empty nighttime gym, the fact he hadn't fucked in a while, the crazy curse, taking his swarthy father's fuck cherry - meant he wasn't going to last long. His Dad seemed to be getting well into it though - his dick was still running pre like an open faucet, and his early grunts of pain seemed to have turned into moans of pleasure. Hell, Owen could swear that his father's hole was even opening up and letting him in more easily. He couldn't have that. He wanted to cum - now! His mind recalled an evil trick an old jock friend had told him about... `OOOOFFFFFFFF!!!' cried out Troy in sudden pain and surprise as the air left his stomach. Owen's fist had struck the side of Troy's body to deliver a wicked donkey punch that caught Troy totally unawares, causing him not only pain but the involuntary contraction of his anal muscles, causing his chute to clench around Owen's big dick. Up till then Troy had been lost in a complete fuck haze. He couldn't believe the sensations he was being forced to endure in his arse. Whilst he may have had the strength to overpower his son, he was in the clutch of the curse. His mind was agony - he was a top for fuck's sake! - but he was appalled his dick was staying rock hard the entire time he was being poleaxed by his son's big dick. Christ, this humiliating fuck better make that PA go down... The fearsome punch and spasming of his anal ring immediately bought him back to full attention. As intended, the resultant squeezing was way too much for Owen's dick and the floodgates opened, cum liberally spraying the inside of Troy's ravaged hole. "Feel me unloading in your hot Daddy hole, bitch? Gonna' find out if this really has worked on that curse! Take my seed! Be my Daddy-bitch!" Both of them heaving and sweating, Owen pulled his cock back to see whether his reading of the curse was true. Troy could feel the metal withdraw, but had no idea whether it was any smaller. All he could think of was the times he had harvested a guy's cherry, leaving their hole gaping, their new pussy lips puffy, and their cunt leaking cum. Was this him right now? Oh, the shame. And why the fuck wouldn't his dick go down?! He turned around to see the weapon that had just fucked him, desperate to find out whether the brutal fuck action had made a difference. "Well, will you look at that? My guess was right! Fucking you does make my PA smaller" proclaimed Owen. And it was true, there was no denying it. Owen's cock was still hard and whilst it may have been smeared with ass juices and cum, the PA was undoubtedly smaller. Maybe not back to it's `normal' size, but definitely smaller, "So, it's true! You were telling the truth! There is a curse... and you do control it! If I don't fuck you then my PA is going to get bigger and bigger..." Owen's words hung heavy in the air as they digested the truth. Troy felt so ashamed. So, this was Maggie's curse? This was going to be his new life from now on? The enormity sunk in. Just how often would he have to let his new son fuck him to keep that PA at a regular size? And... dear christ, there were still nine sons to go. ------ And so that was how life panned out for Troy and Owen for the next year or so. At the beginning Troy tried returning home. Surely the PA wasn't going to grow back that quickly? But within a couple of days Owen was on the phone telling his Dad to get his arse back down to his campus: the PA was growing and bigger than ever before. It took five long days before Troy managed to get back. By then the PA was gigantic and Owen was seriously pissed. He may have liked making his bottoms feel it, but even he knew that his PA was now an impossible fuck. Only one man could take it. Had to take it. When he saw Troy he was carrying a huge load and a serious case of fuck lust. He went at Troy's hole like there was no tomorrow. All his pent up sexual energy went into pummelling his father. Eventually they found out that Owen needed to fuck and cum inside his father at least twice a week to keep his PA to a reasonable size. Anything less than that and it started getting freakish. It was a truly evil curse - Troy was essentially on a leash to his first born son. All the while Troy tried to keep on fucking other guys to keep his precious masculinity up and the pretence of being a top. Yet somehow his heart wasn't in it. He was revolted, but his dick never got as hard as when Owen was fucking him. What the fuck was wrong with him?! Sensing Troy's confusion, it wasn't long before Owen cock-caged his father to keep him as horny and as desperate for dick as possible. He wanted Troy's hole to be exclusively for his cock and for Troy to be constantly hungry for it.. Eventually Owen moved in with his Dad and they settled down into a steady fuck rhythm. Troy explained to his `real' son Joel, that Owen was going to be their lodger from now on. He wondered just how long the deception would hold out... ------ Next: Troy continues life under the thumb of his first-born, but life gets way more complicated as his next son turns of age... ------ Comments and suggestions welcome at stuhadley77@gmail.com My other stories: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-first-hand-school/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-reintegration-centre/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/the-fist-academy https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/the-wish