Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2020 07:55:25 +0000
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: The Curse of Troy Fletcher - Chapter 5

Chapter 5
The Curse of Troy Fletcher

Includes sucking, fucking, lactation, bondage, nipple torture, piercings,
group sex, chastity, domination and humiliation... Average reading time: 30
minutes.

This next iteration of the curse is quite special interest. I hope that
even if it's not your thing the other fetishes within keep the story moving
for you. If not, head to the next chapter :)

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Life carried on as normal, or at least what could count as normal at the
Fletcher homestead. Troy's cock was painfully locked in chastity, released
only to be agriculturally milked by his son Peter on a very strict
schedule. His second son had worked out that the most productive milking
position was to have his father on his front, doggy style. The black rubber
suction pump slid tightly over his dick, and then a leather harness
attached it to his body so it couldn't fall or be shook off. Originally
he'd been tied down but Troy knew better than that by now... he'd tried to
escape once and had been severely punished.

Of course, Peter constantly refined the system. Troy wasn't allowed to
leave the machine until he was milked dry, which meant he had to produce a
minimum of a quart of cum. There was also a minimum session time and he was
never allowed to leave before the time was up. If he over-produced in that
time then that was all good by Peter, even if it did leave Troy wrung out
with no energy left for anything else... least of all standing up to Owen.

This was bad as his eldest son seemed to take particular pleasure in
fucking Troy immediately after he'd been milked dry. Maybe it was because
Owen knew that if Troy didn't have any orgasms to give it would make for a
particularly punishing fuck. That Troy would feel every stroke as if he was
being fucked for the very first time. That feeling was vital to Owen as a
sadistic streak ran a mile wide through him - he'd actually reduced the
number of times he fucked his Dad so that his piercing would always be big.

After all, Owen had become acclimatised to having the giant hunk of metal
at the end of his cock. What was previously big he now considered small,
and what once would have been gigantic was now just enough to raise his
eyebrows and go `oh well'. He certainly didn't want to fuck his father when
it was small anymore, It was a punish fuck or nothing!

It was humiliating and degrading time for Troy. When not being fucked he
continued to spend time raising his `real' son, Joel. Troy didn't have a
choice in telling Joel - now 16 - about the curse. It was impossible not
to. The regular nightly bedroom visits and the times that Owen simply
pulled down Troy's trousers and ploughed ass whenever he felt like it? It
was much easier to be honest.

It was a credit to the way Joel had been bought up that he took it in his
stride. A lot of anger, but all of that was resolved through open
discussion. Whilst he felt confused about Maggie's curse, he felt blessed
that his father had chosen to have him as a son. Troy couldn't help but
wonder how long that would last though, and whether Joel would ever feel
jealous at all his other sons demanding so much of Troy's time.

A constant conversation was around who the next son to show the curse would
be. Each morning at breakfast Joel read the online gay news. He was clever
but slightly trashy at heart and he loved his gossip. Browsing through the
pages of cheap stories one particular article caught his eye. It was about
two famous porn stars - gay twins - who had turned 21 a fortnight ago and
then completely disappeared from view. It was just sensationalist enough
for the National Enquirer to get involved.

Joel looked at the photos of the twins and clocked how hot they were. José
and Ramon, children of a Mexican mother. 6 foot tall and fill of studly
charm. Abercrombie and Fitch models but made real and dangerous. Stubble.
Hairy chests. Firm pecs. Boulder shoulders and biceps. Taut arse cheeks and
strong thighs. A quick internet search revealed they had perfect cocks that
were 5" flaccid, with no veins or interruptions, that grew to pure and
smooth 8" tubes of hard meat. Honestly, Joel felt they could have been text
book anatomy models (if they'd wanted to give every kid studying biology a
size complex!).

Each of the handsome twins was totally versatile. They had given new
definitions to the term flip flopping: ass-juiced cock to mouth and vice
versa, reverse snowballing, double-ended dildo fuck shows... nothing was
taboo to these two. And neither was gay for pay, they truly loved one
another and playing together.

They had started performing for Hazard Studios when they had turned 17,
although they had been experimenting together long before then. Puberty hit
and they couldn't get enough of each other. At 16 they had decided to make
a thing of it. They had done their research and only approached one studio:
the one that had the biggest audience for twin-on-twin action and the
biggest profit share. The more kinky and devious the sex act the bigger and
higher the bonus. There was barely nothing they wouldn't do on camera, and
a regular schedule of studio releases kept them happily in profit. Both
were business savvy and they even had their own line of dildos moulded on
their cocks.

But then, suddenly everything had gone quiet.

The rumours started quickly. They'd had a grand 21st birthday party and
then didn't turn up for filming two days later. Soon their studio contracts
had been cancelled without forfeit. It was a surprise to many, but gossip
started going round that neither of the twins had been able to keep their
bodies up to the required standard. For men known to be gym obsessed muscle
Mary's that was quite a surprise.

And then the biggest bombshell was dropped. Apparently they had started to
develop breasts! The gossip mongers put it down to too many steroids and
human growth hormones, what else could it be? There was even a rumour that
they'd actually started lactating, but surely that was just the press being
sensationalist? After all, no-one had seen them since their forced
seclusion in their Malibu hillside home to know for sure...

Joel read the story and shouted out to his Dad. "I think these two may be
sons of yours, and twins at that!" Troy scanned the story and his face went
cold. It had to be, there was no other explanation.

In seconds, Joel had eagerly found clips from PornHub and xTube of the
twins in action. Troy was shocked at how non-vanilla they were - there
seemed to be nothing that the twins hadn't done that wasn't pure filth.
Many shots were filmed in a dungeon and covered every BDSM act known to
man. And a few more besides... Troy choose to ignore that Joel looked to be
overexcited at what he was seeing. He also choose to ignore Joel slyly
bookmarking the clips for later...

They agreed that Troy was going to have to meet them. Now. He sought rare
permission from Owen to go off by himself. They'd fucked just the night
before, a proper all night session that Troy's arse was still tender from.
Predictably, Owen revelled in the freakiness of it all. "Lactating twins?
Only you, old man! Okay, you go and sort things out." Of course Troy shook
his head, surely the lactating part was just mindless gossip?! He hated to
imagine what that might mean for him. In fact, his mind immediately shut
down the thought and wouldn't even let him go there. Perhaps to his regret
later on...

"You better be quick though, you know what happens to my dick if you're
away... Of course, if I get horny I could always try fucking Joel... get some
proper brother-on-brother action going" leered Owen.

"Don't you dare, we made a deal!" said Troy with conviction. Months before
when Owen had start sniffing around Joel, Troy had agreed to pay more money
to Owen to keep them apart.

"Okay, Pops, but the clock is ticking." God damn it, he hated it when Owen
called him that. "Oh, but I better fuck you one last time before you go.
Consider it a top-up..."

"But we fucked all last night..." said Troy.

"I don't care old man. It's my PA, not yours! You don't get a say in the
matter. Ever."

And so Troy assumed the position and Owen once more plundered his old man's
hole. His PA may have gone back down to a smaller size, but that didn't
mean that Owen didn't take any less pleasure from doing as much damage as
possible to his father's cunt. Fucking with all his strength, slamming his
body into his Dad with all his power. It was a full body work out. Troy
would never get used to the savage thrusts and then the curdling cry as his
son came. He knew he would be leaking cum from his hole for an age. The
symmetry of also leaking pre from his locked cock wasn't lost on him...

------

Troy travelled all the way to Malibu and hunted the twins' house down. It
was a grand place, on the side of a cliff with walls of glass and an
amazing infinity pool. But for all its polish it had the look of desertion,
with closed curtains behind every window, abandoned and with no-one home.

Troy was desperate though. He couldn't let this moment slip, he had come
too far. The curse was controlling him. He knocked on the door... and then
banged. He was incessant.

"Go away... fuck off!" shouted one of the twins, who briefly peaked through
the front door's closed curtains.

"Wait, wait! I think I know why you're in hiding. I can help!" exclaimed
Troy in desperation.

"What the fuck?! No-one can help us."

"I can. I know the truth. I'm your father... your biological father, I mean."

That was enough of a surprise for the twin to have a 'what-the-fuck'
moment. There was the sound of a chain latch being unlocked and the door
opening up slightly. Troy was in full sunlight and the twin - José - gave
him the once over. He saw a swarthy muscle bear with more than a hint of
family resemblance to himself and Ramon, all topped with a desperate
eagerness to talk...  He felt a strange connection and opened the door with
interest.

As the door swung inwards, José went from being in shadow - his body
shapeless and hidden from view - to being in full sight. Troy could hardly
believe his eyes.

In front of him stood a man just as gorgeous and buff as the internet had
made out. He was dressed in casual shorts, t-shirt and bare feet. He was
unkempt with stubble and his face looked pained. In fact, it looked puffy
and bloated from too much booze... But that wasn't what drew the eye.

No, it was the plain t-shirt he wore. It was too small. Not too small for
his shoulders, but way too small for his chest. That was because José's
pecs had been replaced by the most perfect set of breasts that could ever
be imagined. Supermodels would be jealous, let alone those freaks who paid
for plastic surgery. Even hidden under the casually hanging material -
which rode high above José's shorts and the perfect treasure underneath -
they looked to be extravagantly shaped and way more than a handful. And was
there a hint of the t-shirt being stained? Each nipple was certainly
prominent enough through the taut fabric but it was difficult to tell for
sure...

Troy took it all in in a stilted heartbeat. For José it was a lifetime. The
twins had been slowly aware of their bodies changing immediately after
their 21st birthday. Maybe during their coming of age party, as they
remember self-consciously scratching their nipples as they danced and
drank. At the time they didn't think anything of it - their nips had been
bitten and played with so many times that the sensation was easy to ignore.

And then... at first they didn't even acknowledge it. They just put it all
down to the gym and a particularly hard chest workout they'd pushed
themselves through. All their lives they had worked to make their bodies a
testament to physical perfection. But suddenly that had started collapsing
around them... their chests got to a size where they could no longer be
ignored. The two brothers had a long talk and agreed to try and keep it
quiet. This meant they'd needed to make every excuse possible to the
studio, even trying to do a shoot wearing full gimp gear rather than
showing off their natural bodies as usual. However, the director took one
look and threw them off the set. That meant they could no longer deny their
developing breasts and growing nipples, even if it made no sense
whatsoever. Why now, and why breasts for fuck's sake?!

Too embarrassed to see a doctor - both were known as masculine fuck studs -
they locked themselves in isolation. But when one of them had woken to
leaking milk they had both spiralled into depression. What the fuck was
happening to them and what the fuck would their future?

José led Troy into the house and into the living room. The tension in the
air was palpable. Ramon - the more hot headed of the two - stood up in
disbelief as to why José would let a complete stranger into their home.
Especially when they were in this condition. The two twins stood in front
of Troy, who was stunned at the sight of the two men. So identical, so
masculine, so hot and yet... the inescapable outline of giant tits hiding
under those baggy t-shirts. It was unreal.

It took some time, but Troy explained about the curse. The twins building
anger stopped him from mentioning Owen and Peter, and he tried to keep it
to the fundamentals. However, even keeping to the facts didn't stop the
twins having a growing sense of disbelief.

"You're the reason we're like this?! Jesus, the studio said real lady boys
could be hired a fuck of a lot cheaper than the two of us, motherfucker!"

Before Troy could catch his breathe Ramon had swung a left hook, so hard
his father's lights went straight out.

------

When Troy came to he woke to two extreme pains in his body. Firstly, his
jaw hurt like buggery and secondly his chest felt like it was on fire. He
looked down to discover many, many things...

His upper body was naked and a pair of industrial looking crocodile clamps
had been firmly attached to each of his nipples - both clamps grabbing a
substantial chunk of his flesh. The jagged metal would have been painful by
its self, but a heavy chain linked the two clamps. This had been pulled
tight away from his body by a cable rising to a pulley in the ceiling. At
the end - directly in his eye line - was a heavy weight keeping the
pressure on. It felt like his nipples were being pulled off his body!

He tried to move and then wished he hadn't, the pain simply got worse! The
agony of his chest quickly bought his mind to focus. He couldn't move far
and he appeared to be standing in a classic Michelangelo Vesuvius pose -
his legs spread and arms wide. Except, standing didn't really do it
justice. Actually, he was secured in position a foot off the floor. He
tried to wiggle around but his body was criss-crossed with thick leather
restraints, each with a heavy-duty buckle that looked to be padlocked. He
wasn't going anywhere.

He was still wearing his jeans though, and inside of those his spiked
chastity cage. He could feel the dull spikes pressing against his flesh.
Why was he dick struggling against the confines of the cage now, for fuck's
sake? Surely it could only be because he hadn't been fucked or milked since
yesterday and not because the pain in his nips was turning him on?

He then took in the rest of the room. He'd known as soon as he woke up but
his longer look confirmed it. He was in a full-blown sex dungeon. The walls
were painted black and adorned with every sex toy and tool of pleasure and
pain imaginable.  Dildos, whips, gimp suits, slings, fuck machines, gas
masks, body cages... it was all here.

His eyes finally settled on the professional looking tripod just to one
side of his body. On it was mounted an expensive looking video camera,
blazing with a red light. Fuck, he was being recorded! Now he came to think
of it, the room seemed amazingly well lit for a dungeon. It wasn't so much
that the room was bright, but that carefully positioned spotlights seemed
to bring out each section of the room - like the saw horse for fucking, the
bath for wet scenes and whatever instrument of torture he had been attached
to. It was then the penny dropped and he realised that he was in the same
dungeon that was the set for so many of the twins' porn clips. Fuck! He was
in their dungeon.

He called out, it was time to put a stop to this.

The noise alerted the twins and they walked in, dressed just as before in
their loose fitting clothes. Whilst they looked casual, their facial
expressions were anything but. Having to haul around such big breasts was
getting painful, and the unfamiliar rack of flesh kept on catching their
eyes, over and over again. They couldn't escape their predicament and their
anger was livid. They simply couldn't believe that this man and a bullshit
curse was responsible for their fucked up bodies. Both were intent on
punishing their visitor for spinning such a tall tale.

"Good, you're awake. How are those nipples feeling, eh? You liking those
clamps--" asked one of the brothers with a sneer.

"God no, they hurt so fucking much, please, PLEASE! take them off--" cried
Troy.

"No way, stud! You've seen what's happening to our chests. If you're
claiming responsibility then a little bit of nipple torture is the least we
can do!" said the brother. In anger he grabbed another weight and brutally
added it to the collection that was already stretching Troy's nipples so
painfully. Troy cried out in agony. "Now... tell us the truth. How the fuck
did you know we'd grown breasts and how does this really all connect to
you?" asked José.

Troy tried to explain once more. Bullshit, the twins unequivocally said.
There was no way they could believe in a curse.

At every one of Troy's `false' answers they manhandled his chest - adding
more weight or tugging the chain down - causing Troy to cry out in agony.
His answers never changing, slowly the thought that he might actually be
telling the truth crossed José's mind.

Troy couldn't believe what he was about to offer. He had to make them see
the truth! "Please hear me out... Your breasts are leaking, right?" he asked.
The brothers grimaced and nodded the truth. When they'd first realised they
had a breast milk pump secretly delivered to their back door... maybe
extracting the fluid would make them go down? Nothing had worked though and
their breasts simply got larger and larger.

"Well, how about you let me suck them? I bet the curse is so fucked up that
it wants me to swallow your milk. That's the only way I can think to
control them..." said Troy, letting his words drift off. It was a fucked up
idea.

Ramon was so quick to react that José couldn't stop him. All this time Troy
had been secured to a St Andrew's cross, except this one could be rotated
360 degrees. Ramon grabbed the outer edge and pulled down hard, twisting
Troy's body and agonisingly stretching his nipples in new and painful ways.
Lines of fire blazoned across his chest as the chain was pulled and yanked
from its pulley.

"No! Please, I beg you!" cried Troy through tears in his eyes. The pain
made his already turgid dick swell uncontrollably against the plastic
spikes of his cock cage. It was unbearable. What the fuck was happening to
him? He was a nice guy! He felt a guilty ooze of warm precum spread further
around his crotch. Despite the funk in the air, the two brothers ignored
his sex. They just focused on his nipples as instruments of sexual torture
and deviation. It seemed appropriate.

There was a prolonged silence. José approached his brother and laid a hand
on his shoulder. The touch was calming. "Maybe we should let him, Ramon.
What do we have to lose?"

Ramon was still seething with anger though. This had to be some sick game
and this fag was just here to take advantage of them. He couldn't believe
that his brother was actually giving the guy the benefit of the doubt. He
just wanted to get the whips out and start showing this guy real pain.

"Let it go Ramon" said José. "Let's see whether it works. There's no harm
in trying..."

Ramon grunted and slowly nodded his agreement. José took control of the
wheel from Ramon's hands, and slowly rotated the circle until Troy's head
and body was at the right angle to suckle José's chest. The nipple clamps
and wights were very much still attached, but they were easier to bear
without any sudden movements. There was no way that José would remove them
to make Troy's life any easier. Hell, the pain should give him an incentive
to suck with all his heart!

José moved in closer, raising his t-shirt and grabbing his left breast in
his right hand to position it perfectly for Troy's mouth. "So suck bitch,
if you believe so much." He pushed the nipple straight into Troy's face.
They was the briefest of pauses and then Troy reluctantly opened his mouth.
It was one mother fucker of a trip: the brother's masculine appearance,
their model bodies, pert nipples and the intense bondage...  It was nearly
too much.

"Bitch, just suck already!" demanded José.

And so Troy did. Troy pursed his mouth and clamped down on the nubbin sized
nips and started sucking. José's breast was so full that milk immediately
started squirting into Troy's mouth. The sensation was a surprise to both
of them. For Troy, the milk filled his mouth in a deeply unfamiliar way,
and yet he took a strange comfort in suckling his son. The motion was
calming and he found a certain comfort in how good it tasted and how
natural it felt - so wholesome and yet so wrong and humiliating at the same
time. For José the sensations were very different. He immediately felt
relief as his taut and overfilled left breast started to go down. He also
felt the tranquility of the moment, the connection between two people... but
also the very real pain as Troy suckled hard with full-grown adult teeth.
Troy couldn't help it but come across as a ravenous and hungry pig.

José soon swapped between breasts to balance things out and after an
eternity of sucking, Troy had reduced the size of José's breasts by a good
couple of cup sizes. José could see and feel them go down and he turned
round to show Ramon his progress.

There was no way the Ramon would let José get all the benefit of the tied
up milk sucking muscle bear. He pushed his brother aside and forced one of
his own painful udders onto Troy. However, Troy was so full that he
physically couldn't swallow another drop, even when Ramon yanked the nipple
chain hard.

The twins argued as Troy's head slumped from over-consumption. His head
lolled to one side and his formerly flat stomach bulged with fluid.

"Well, we'll just have to keep him here until he's exhausted our supply and
taken us back to normal." Troy couldn't believe what he was hearing. What
fresh hell was the curse going to mean to his life now? He felt sick and
burped loudly. The twins looked at him in disgust and placed a tight
leather hood over his head to keep him quiet.

The brothers talked quietly. They were agreed: they would keep Troy here at
their leisure as their milk bitch, but as long as Troy was in the house his
nipples would be constantly stretched, punished or pumped. There was no
reason why he shouldn't go through a version of what they were going
through. And hell, if it meant he ended up with thumbnail sized sow teats
that meant he couldn't show his muscular chest in public ever again, who
the fuck cared?

He felt the clamps being blessedly removed from his chest and then pain he
couldn't have imagined as the blood rushed back into his nipples. Moments
later he felt a pair of strong hands manipulate his chest, helping his
nipples recover. The warm touch was only momentary though. One of the
brothers - he couldn't tell which one - walked him through what was
happening.

"You feel this? This is shaving foam. I'm going to shave around your nips
to give me more to work with. Wow, your nipples are looking angry and sore.
I bet that must hurt, eh" he said as he painfully tweaked Troy's right
nipple. "No point struggling gringo, you're not getting away from this."
With that Troy felt a blade denuding his chest, cutting away his precious
hair. "Yeah man, they do say that a shaved chest makes the most of your
natural assets, and we're going to make the most of these nips for sure. By
the time you leave here - if you leave here - these fuckers are going to be
standing out like thimbles!"

Troy almost swooned. He had to get back home! What about Owen? What about
Peter! What about all the other sons he hadn't met yet! He struggled but it
was to no avail. If anything the leather hood around his face got tighter
and more restricted. Seconds later he experienced a completely new feeling
and a new sound...

José had methodically attached tit cylinders to each of Troy's shaved nips.
In seconds an electric pumping machine was switched on and a tight vacuum
seal around each man-teat was formed, relentlessly pulling each bud into
the cylinder.

The sensation to Troy was electric. He felt a completely different kind of
sensitivity as the machine squeezed and pumped his nips. What the fuck were
they doing to him?!

"Don't worry man! I know what you're thinking. This is just the smallest
size cylinder. As your nips get bigger we'll increase the size. We won't
stop stretching until--"

At that point Troy passed out, either from the sensations in his chest or
simply being overwhelmed by the situation. A dungeon. Twins. Drinking their
milk... and all this time being away from Owen. Fuck!

------

Hours later he was woken. His nipples were a dull ache and he had pissed
his trousers. Ramon shook his chin painfully. "You must be thirsty by now
bitch" said Ramon, getting first dibs on Troy's mouth this time. Soon the
brothers were at the same size, but still oversized.

"God damn, looks like we're going to have to keep you here for a lot
longer, milk bitch. At least it's working though... not that doesn't make you
any less of a fucked up freak though!" said Ramon.

It was then that Troy tried to explain the enormity of the situation once
more, barely able to get a word out as one or another of the brothers kept
on trying to force a pert breast into his mouth. "You don't deserve to
speak, you've got one job, to bring us back to normal" said José.

"But... that's the problem. There are others..." squeezed out Troy.

"Others with breasts?" asked José.

"Others who are controlled by the curse, my curse. I have ten sons who will
share my predicament when they reach their 21st birthdays. I've only met
four of them so far - you two and the two others who are waiting back home.
If I don't get back soon they'll explode!"

The twins immediately jumped to the assumption that the other sons had
breasts just like theirs, and if what Troy was saying was true, they would
be overflowing with milk by now. The twins were selfish fuckers though. A
long career in porn had taught them to only care about themselves. The
twins still didn't believe in the story. Instead they decided to keep the
muscle bear captive, letting him suck as often as he was able. They set him
free from the cross, letting him using the bathroom and so on. They didn't
give him any food though - the milk seemed to be more than enough and he
was getting plump from all the energy rich cream they were feeding him. His
nipples - already distended and permanently aching - were constantly
attended to. His cock they completely ignored though. Of course they could
tell from the distinctive outline that he was wearing a cock cage under his
jeans, and they were fascinated by the ballooning precum stain that was
spreading from his junk... If Troy wanted to mention it, that was up to him.
Till then they felt the crust would be another good humiliation for the
proud muscle bear.

Finally a week had gone by and the twins were just about back to normal. It
had taken an epic amount of sucking and drinking, and Troy was fat on the
proceeds. The twins thought it was all over but the truth soon hit home -
they started growing again! Troy cried as he explained that he'd been
telling the truth. That he was going to have to keep on sucking...

The twins were angry as hellfire as the reality finally hit home.

"Fuck you, you cunt!" said José with a fury that Troy had not felt till
now. José had always been the level headed one, the one he thought would
always stay in control. Troy got scared.

He was suspended tightly to the St Andrew's Cross again, just like when
he'd first woken up. The big difference now was that his nipples were
horrendously swollen and distended by their time in the tit cylinders.

In seconds the brothers had swung into action, with an ease that belied
their many years of working together on porn shoots. Troy never saw it
coming.

The cylinders were forcibly removed, leaving his nipples as puffy columns
of flesh. Ramon then rolled one of their most deviant sex devices into
place. It was an automatic tit piercing machine. It was a very specialised
piece of kit that had two independently mobile arms that automatically
aligned themselves in the perfect position to puncture a guy's chest.
Honestly, the machine did it better than any human piercer, there was no
room for error, you just selected the gauge and metal you wanted and let it
go...

The brothers then approached Troy from each side, forcing their nearest
breast into Troy's mouth. Double suckling. Of course, Troy didn't know what
the machine in front of him was. He was simply struggling with the
brother's udders pushed so firmly into his face and mouth. That feeling
would all change when the machine went into action...

As soon as they saw the machine had aligned itself and was about to start
they removed their chests at just the right moment. Their strong hands held
Troy down as the machine pierced both nipples at exactly the same time.
Troy's cry of pain was palpable. The gauge was thick. The brothers could
have chosen a smaller size and stretched Troy's nips over time, but they
wanted to go big. Physically punching a big old hole in each teat would
mean they would never be able to shrink back.

Troy cried in anguish! He struggled, but the brothers were too strong, too
prepared. Before he knew it, giant 4 gauge nipple rings an inch wide had
been threaded through his distended nipples. The machine even used epoxy
resin to seal the barbells in place - no way those fuckers were ever coming
off!

To the brothers the new body jewellery was a suitable refined memento of
the week they'd spent together. To Troy they would be a permanent and
painful reminder of the curse. Hadn't he suffered enough? As the machine
pulled back and he caught himself in a mirror for the first time he
couldn't believe it. He looked liked a bitch! His broad and muscular body
had been made fat by the nutrient rich milk, and now his chest had sow
teats and permanent inch wide nipple rings. He looked like a fucking slag!
Where was his top pride now?

It didn't help that not once had José or Ramon tried to fuck him. His arse
was hungry, so, so hungry. It had been days since his last fuck and he had
been conditioned to need being reamed out constantly. The two brothers were
only interested in their own predicament. He guessed he could understand
that - the changes to their bodies was pretty extreme, but what about his
needs? He was more than just a fucktoy, right? And by god, if he didn't
have his cock milked soon then his balls would explode too. Peter's cum
producing supplements were insanely powerful and long lasting...

The two brothers now finally agreed to leave Malibu and be driven to Troy's
to meet the other brothers and see the evidence of the curse for
themselves. As Troy drove, José and Ramon could feel some of their natural
sexual energy coming back. They were sexually charged by default - it was
why they were such successful porn performers, hell, it was why they had a
dungeon studio in their basement.

Years of sculpturing their bodies had meant they were used to controlling
their appearance - though lifting, steroids and dieting. Subconsciously
they were slowly coming round to thinking of Troy as being just one more
vector of control, freeing up the rest of their minds to start thinking
about sex again. Both of them were in tune and they drew sexual energy and
heat from the other. It was would soon be time to fuck...

Meanwhile Troy could feel the constant sharp ache of his new piercings.
However, the pain wasn't enough to stop him from wondering just how big
Owen's PA would be after all this time away.

------

Owen saw the pick-up turn into the long drive from the house. He'd been
watching intently for Troy's return for days, and wrenched the front door
open in anger. Why had Troy been away for so fucking long! He'd had to
start cradling his dick in one hand, so heavy had the weight of his PA
become that it was physically hurting his groin. The piercing was now a
gigantic ring of thick and unrelenting steel. Having to haul it around the
entire time made Owen painfully aware of just how much he was in hock to
his Dad - he needed his father's fuckhole for him to be even remotely
normal - and that made him cruelly angry.

He hobbled out of the house to meet the vehicle before it had even stopped.
He pulled open the driver's door and hurled abuse at his father. "Where the
fuck have you been--" he shouted, before suddenly noticing that the vehicle
had passengers.

"Oh... you bought the twins back, did you? said Owen in a decidedly softer
and calmer voice. Despite the pain in his groin, Owen felt his dick lurch
as he saw the hot porn couple on the backseat. He had been researching
their back catalogue and was pleased to see them, not least for all the new
and inventive ways they could bring to the table in humiliating Troy.

Owen's anger was nothing compared to José and Ramon's emotions though. They
flung open their own doors and looked up and down at Owen in surprise. They
saw what to them looked like a perfectly normal man. Muscular, hairy and
coldly handsome for sure (and maybe with a dick problem - why was he
cradling his cock like that? couldn't he leave it alone for a god damn
minute?) but other than that, perfectly normal.

"Is this guy your son? Where the fuck are his tits? You said you had more
sons like us back home! You've fucking tricked us, dickwad!" seethed Ramon.

"Wait, how much did he tell you?" asked Owen, motioning at Troy to the
twins.  "He told you about the curse, right?"

"Sure" replied José harshly. "He told us that he had more sons back home
who were affected. By all rights that means your tits should be big as fuck
by now, where the hell are they?" he demanded, subconsciously patting his
own growing chest.

"Oh no, man" laughed Owen. "I don't have big tits... each of us is affected
differently by that god damn witch's curse. Me? I was unlucky to get myself
a PA before I hit 21. Thought it would make my big dick a better tool for
fucking. Little did I know that when I hit my birthday it would start
swelling up in size if I didn't fuck his pussy regularly. Here, take a
look..."

Owen grabbed his mighty schlong and hauled it out of his shorts to show it
to the twins. His PA was easily 4 inches wide and the metal ring itself
half an inch thick. It was an unbelievable sight and for the moment he let
it dangle, painfully pulling his crotch down but powerfully holding the
twins attention.

They were transfixed and immediately turned on. They had never encountered
anything as fucked up as this. The naturalness at which Owen had hauled out
his cock and the sorrow in Troy's body language demonstrated the
truthfulness of the situation.

"I'm the eldest. His second son - Peter - has to drink the old man's cum to
keep his own balls at a sensible size... Of course, we've only found four
sons so far - but we know there's another six out there waiting to turn 21..."

Wanting to completely break the ice, he reached out to introduce himself.
"I'm Owen. You guys must be José and Ramon, right? Welcome to the family!
We can do proper introductions later, but right now I need to fuck this
cunt before my PA turns into a fucking doughnut!"

"Fuck, that's hot! Can we watch?!" asked the twins in unison.

"Sure man, let's grab a beer and I can get to work!"

Camaraderie existed between the three of them from that moment on. The
sight of the inhuman piercing reassured the twins - there really was
something fucked up about this man and that damn curse! Owen led them all
into the house with Troy following them behind. He knew his role by now,
going to the kitchen to get 3 ice-cold beers. He was terrified at the
dynamic that had suddenly developed. His sons seemed united in their desire
to fuck and fuck him up. For the millionth time he damned Maggie and for
not saying yes to her proposal. How could he have known that she was a
witch?!

Head hung low, he was sent upstairs to get ready. He hated leaving Owen
with the twins - god knows what shit he was telling them - but he needed to
prep. At least it would give him a chance to prelube his hole, he was going
to need all the help he could get to fit Owen's metalwork in his arse.
Fuck! His dick was painfully testing the confines of his cock cage again.
He didn't let any of his emissions go to waste though, grabbing a dollop of
his precum and mixing it with some store bought lube. He squeezed it deep
inside, lining his fuck chute as best he could.

"--yeah, of course you can have a bedroom here, the old man doesn't need
them" he heard Owen tell the twins as he walked down the stairs. Fuck, it
was his house and yet he had lost all control.

"It's about time! I'm ready old man, you better be too" said Owen as Troy
appeared. Owen threw his shorts and top off. His body had only got better
over the last few years. It had grown in size and was now taut and firm, a
vision of muscular perfection. He was a machine built to fuck, and right
now his father was in his cross hairs. His balls were laden with spunk, and
his dick was painfully hard. His erection fought with the heavy metal that
would have weighed down most other cocks. However, Owen's fuck lust was so
intense that his 10" dick was standing straight and true, ready to fuck.

Troy knew the ritual, If Owen was naked then he had to be in the buff too.
He lowered his sweat shorts and then reluctantly took his t-shirt off.

"FUCK!" cried out Owen. It was the first time he'd seen the metal hoops now
corrupting the old man's nipples.

The twins were apologetic and sheepish, not yet understanding Owen's tone
of voice. "Yeah man, we're sorry about that. We just had to do something to
pay him back for all this. We've fucking grown breasts - you've no idea
what that's like! Giant nipple piercings seemed like the least we could do
in return... I hope you're okay with them."

"Okay? I fucking love them!" replied Owen, taking both of the one inch wide
rings in his hards and pulling them hard. "They make him look look like the
true fuck bitch he is! Not man enough to fuck a woman, and that's why we're
all here today. Hell, I'd thought about getting him some metal, but nothing
as big as this. It really sets off the silver in his chest hairs, doesn't
it? You've done well..." he said as he tugged, teased and felt their weight
in his hands. Troy felt abject humiliation at the sensation.

"Bend over, old man. Let's give your new sons a good show" Owen said,
releasing the heavy nips and manoeuvring Troy in front of the sofa where
the twins were sitting. José and Ramon eagerly learnt forward, their own
cocks rising at the thought of seeing the muscle bear fucked by this studly
young man and his huge PA.

Troy knew the drill. He bent over whilst grabbing his arse cheeks with each
hand. Even though his hole had taken on what could only be called a `well
used' appearance he knew he would need to help his son get that massive
piercing in. The fact he was doing it in front of José and Ramon - both
sexual deviants with all the horrifying potential consequences that might
mean - wasn't lost on him.

Owen got close, using both of his hands to position his thick dick at the
entrance to his Dad's puss. He made contact and the cold steel was a shock
to Troy - he had never felt anything so big try to enter his body.

"Fuck, and you don't lube up?" asked Ramon, who could see that Owen was
beginning his entrance dry.

"No, fucker doesn't deserve lube. It's his fault my PA is this big, not
mine. If he had any sense he'll have lubed when he cleaned himself out.
That's not my problem though" he said as he started pushing forward firmly.

"And the cock cage?" remarked José, looking at the thick steel device that
constrained Troy's junk. "We knew he was wearing it when he was in our play
room, but we thought it was more humiliating for him if we ignored his dick
completely..."

"Yeah, I decided to lock him down completely. Keep him horny for my dick!
And for Peter's needs. You'll meet him later..." relayed Owen, making a
mental note to ask for every perverted detail of the dungeon stay at the
earliest opportunity. He then started pressing his dick into Troy once more.

Troy was immediately glad that he warmed himself up, and he took blessedly
relief in knowing that - despite his words - Owen was a copious precum
leaker and that always eased the way... However, at that moment the cold,
heavy thick steel broached his defences and forced it's way inside his ass.
The pain was extreme - the ring was so fucking big! - and he cried out in
alarm - it was too big to take, surely?!

Owen wouldn't take no for an answer and he grabbed his father by the hips
and pulled the muscular butt back firmly onto his dick. The PA popped into
the unwilling cunt and Troy called out in pain. It was not the end though,
as Owen kept on pushing forward without mercy. Troy felt the giant metal
forging deep into his fuckchute, and - if anything - he could feel Owen's
dick get harder as it traversed the gaping mess left behind.

The twins watched on in shock and delight. This was a new level of
depravity for both of them. They abandoned the pretence of being neutral
observers and started freely tugging their own fuckpoles, massively turned
on at the display of abuse in front of them.

The older son was now fully inside and picked up the pace. Troy grunted as
the power thrusts pushed the metal in and out of his body. It was a deeply
unnatural feeling and he struggled to keep his balance, reaching out for
any piece of furniture to support him. Meanwhile Owen, who had always been
something of an exhibitionist, was getting more and more into being
watched. Peter had never been interested in seeing his father being fucked,
but Ramon and José? These guys were hot as fuck and seemed totally into it.
Maybe it was time to share his father's fuckhole after all?

Troy was shouting out for Owen to stop, or at least to slow down, but Owen
didn't hear anything he didn't want to. On one level Owen was now raping
his Dad, but how was he to know any better? The curse had made him the
father fucker he was. With a huge cry, Owen came to fever pitch and shot
his load. It was an explosion of pent-up cum and he withdrew with a gloopy
squelch.

His PA - now only marginally smaller than when he started - had done some
serious work on his Dad's arse. It gaped and juicily oozed fresh cum. Troy
was shocked to feel the fluid freely dripping down his thighs, just as he
was ashamed to realise that spunk was running from the end of his cock cage
too. Tormented as he was, his hot-wired dick had loved the sensation of
being fucked for the first time in days.

It was too much for the twins, and they immediately wanted some of that
pussy. They looked to Owen, his hair matted to his sweating body. He
half-smiled and gently nodded his head. What did he have to lose? It would
be a while before he would have the energy to fuck again, so he may as well
keep the old man occupied.

Ramon went first, sliding his beautiful cock in to the gaping cavern that
Owen had just left behind..

"Fuck! That's a sweet hole! It's so slack and loose. My dick is sliding in
like it was born to fuck. I'm going to be doing a more of this, you fucker"
he said as he found his home. Ramon was a natural born dominant, and he
ploughed into Troy with all the pent-up aggression of the weeks since his
birthday. "José you have got to get a piece of this ass..." he cried to his
brother.

And so that was how the evening went. A father/son gangbang with all three
of the brothers taking turns. Owen of course had priority, as he
desperately needed to reduce the size of the metal dragging down his dick.
The twins were fascinated - seeing the piercing shrink in front of them
even as it stretched Troy's hole. But no matter how sloppy Troy got, he
could always feel the thrust of each and every son.

It was the lowest point in his life so far. How had he been reduced to
this? A fuckhole for his bastards. He was a top, goddamnit! Tell that to
his dick though, which kept spurting fuckslop like a Jackson Pollock
painting. He was mess, hell the room was a mess...

Finally, the three sons fucked themselves out and it was time to put Troy
to bed. Their last act was commanding the old man to skim the cream off the
twins. Owen was fascinated to see his father suck José and Ramon, and the
twins were at such an exhausted orgasmic high that they had no problems
letting Owen watch. It was an event that was to set a benchmark for the
future. It was a fucked up end to the evening - Troy's mouth wrapped around
one of José's teats whilst the other brother pulled and tugged the nipple
rings. As Troy drank he realised that this was going to be his life from
now on, of being torn a new hole every day and of being forced to suck his
sons dry.

The final indignity was Troy being strapped down and the milking machine
being attached. Even though he was exhausted from all the fucking, his dick
sprung free when his cage was removed, eager for fresh air. Really it
wanted to fuck a tight hole of its own - oh, to top again! - but instead it
got the inhuman and inhumane vacuum action of the rubber sleeve. The evil
black suction nozzle was slid over his lubed dick and immediately (and
remorselessly) got to work. Owen explained that Peter had devised the
machine - and the accompanying treatment regime - to turn his father into a
cow to be milked. Peter would need the cum when he came back from his work
trip, no matter how much he already had in storage, right?

The twins laughed at just how fucked up it all was, and Troy was left in
darkness as the three half-brothers left the room. Troy's first orgasm came
with nerve wracking intensity and he could feel his precious fluid squirt
into the collection jar. He wailed at the injustice of it all. All the
stimulation on his prostate meant he had leaked copious amounts of precum
all night, but here was a faceless machine that didn't care about any of
that. It would keep sucking and sucking and sucking until the jar was full.
Orgasm after orgasm came, load after load, long into the night...

------

Joel found him in the morning before anyone else was awake. He had heard
his Dad's pickup arrive at the house, but he knew better to look in on his
father and any new guests. His father had told him over and over again -
ordered him - not to get involved. Joel was too kind a son though, and the
teenager had snuck in to save his father.

The pungent smell of sweat, spunk and ass juices assailed his nose as he
crept in. He was shocked at the sight of his father, and rushed towards him
to release his bounds as quickly as he could. Spent and embarrassed as he
was, Troy was so relieved to see Joel that his words tumbled out. He had no
energy to be embarrassed, telling Joel everything that had just happened,
and why he had been away for a week.

Joel hugged his father, doing his best to ignore his nakedness, and then
helped him sit up. However, he couldn't un-see the sight of his Dad's
powerful swarthy body, thick nipple rings and girthy dick... He was shocked
to find it a turn on and desperately tried to cover up. He asked  "Are you
sure you're okay, you look a little plump?"

Neither of them truly knew whether Joel was referring to Troy's dick, red
and swollen after so long attached to the pumping device, or his body. Troy
took it to be the latter.

"That'll be the milk and cream from the twins. I'm going to have to
exercise a lot more from now on, son." he said wearily.

Joel escorted his weak father back to their own quarters for well needed
rest.

And so that's how the third and fourth sons panned out. They stayed in the
house as a new rhythm took over. They had a new dungeon studio constructed
in one of the many out-houses, all on Troy's dime of course. They would
stay in the main house, get their milk sucked out, and then shoot some
porn. Sometimes they'd even have Troy on set to make sure that nobody knew
they true secret.

Any close observer of their films would have seen the difference though.
The twins had got more kinky, their sex drive amplified to whole new levels
of deviancy and creativity. It was a shame they were so caught up with it
all that they didn't notice their nipples changing in front of their eyes
though. Troy's repeated sucking may have kept their pecs gym fit, but it
was also turning their nipples into thumbnail sized nubbins. It was just
one more shockwave of the curse.

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Next: Troy and his brotherhood meet Rob. Only one thing will stop his cock
growing to unfeasibly large sizes... but is Troy too late to make a
difference?

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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/urination/the-fist-academy
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