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Impaled on the statue’s cock with his thickness sliding against his prostate, Nathaniel aches for it just as badly. He whines and mouths at his shiny cockhead, yearning to take him down to the hilt. The need for complete fullness is a pulsating tension inside of him, waiting to be allowed to snap.
“Take a deep breath,” Martell warns. “You’re going to take all of me. I know you can do it. I want you to be ready for what comes after, even though nothing I say can prepare you for it. All you need to do is breathe, relax, and let me give it to you.”
Nathaniel whimpers and trembles, taking the biggest breath he can.
Then, taking him by the head, Martell pulls him down on the length of his cock. Nathaniel swallows around him, and the cock between his legs drags against his rim as it slides inside, stretching him even wider and making him burn with insatiable heat.
He strains inside his cage, stretched tight around both thicknesses, quivering and sobbing with near-bliss. Craving just a tiny bit more.
And then with a roll of his hips, the statue thrustseven deeper, and Nathaniel convulses as he takes the statue’s flesh in full. He sucks and swallows his enormous cock down, moaning with urgency as his prostate is rubbed. His compresseddick begins to spurt helplessly, painfully untouched inside the vibrating cage. The statue’s thick length collides with his prostate again and again, driving him to sob and shake with unbelievable pleasure. He would probably be ripping apart at the seams if the statue’s chains weren’t holding him together.
The statue fucks Nathaniel through the peak of his climax with firm thrusts of his hips, sinking deep into his mouth and hole again and again. He never stops talking Nathaniel through it, gasping out filthy praises even as he’s seized by his own climax and begins to erupt inside of him. “Good boy. Let yourself feel good, you deserve it. Taking my cock all the way down, swallowing me like we’ve been doing this for years. You’re unbelievable, don’t ever want to let you go.”
Waves of satisfied warmth radiate through Nathaniel’s body as the statue plunges deep and spills inside of him. And as Nathaniel sucks, swallows, and takes his thrusts, he’s flooded with living proof that the curse is beginning to break.
Chapter 9: Cursed Together
Nathaniel laughs deliriously.
He’s locked in a cock cage and chained up in a spooky mausoleum, cradled in the hold of a former statue who somehow double penetrated him, and all he can think isthis is the happiest day of my life.
When he can manage to move again without being riddled with blissful aftershocks, he rolls onto his back and looks up at his Dom.
Martell gazes down at him, a smile on his lips.
“Is the curse broken?” Nathaniel whispers.
“The transformation is taking its course,” Martell answers, picking up Nathaniel and squeezing him to his warm, hard body. “We’ll need to give it time.”
“Right on,” Nathaniel says dizzily. He nuzzles Martell’s thigh, feeling sticky and used and so incredibly good.
Honestly, Martell is not much different in human form. His chiseled muscles ripple underneath his firm, smooth skin. He’s as solidly built as ever. And between his thighs, that entirely-too-enormous part of him is rock-hard and ready to go again.
“Um…” Nathaniel swallows, giddy and overwhelmed. “Do you need anything?”
Martell laughs. “You’re such a good boy. Right now, I need you to let me take care of you.”
Working carefully, he unbinds Nathaniel, inspecting his skin for chafing and even parting his cheeks to make sure his hole isn’t damaged. Nathaniel already knows he won’t find anything to be concerned about. All his chains and his teasing have done the impossible: allowed Nathaniel to relax, to surrender.
Nathaniel would like to do it all again as soon as possible, but his body has other plans. He’s stupid and floppy and exhausted.
Gently, Martell gently picks him up. Nathaniel groans happily at the zing of his sore muscles.
As he’s carried out of the mausoleum, dawn is beginning to break: deep purple clouds and a brisk fall wind that rushes through the trees.
He presses his face against the roundness of Martell’s shoulder, astonished at being carried so effortlessly. He’ll probably never get over it.
* * *
Later that day…
Martell’s shovel clanks, hitting something firm and solid in the ground. As Nathaniel helps him clear away the dirt, a large buried chest takes shape.
This is so cool,Nathaniel thinks.We’re out in the middle of nowhere. We’re like pirates.
Slipping the chastity key from around his neck, Martell pushes it into the keyhole and unlocks the large chest. After undoing the clasps, he swings the lid open.
Then he glances at Nathaniel, giving him a secret smile. “The Cursed Items of Torment, as you like to call them.”
