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It actually makes him angry, how tight his hole is. He can’t even fit the mushroom head inside. And the more he jabs, the tighter he seems to get.
Taking the entirety of it seems hopeless.
In a fit of frustration, he washes off the tip and tries swallowing the cock, but he can barely fit it in his mouth. As soon as it reaches his gag reflex, his body convulses as it rejects it.
Snarling, Nathaniel throws the cock down on the bed, flustered and annoyed. The cage is a warm, incessant buzz around his dick, forcing him to think about everything he can’t have.
At that moment, Nathaniel makes a vow.
It may not be today. But someday soon, he is going to fit the entire cock inside of himself and break the statue’s curse.
Even if it seems impossible now.
Even if it changes him in mysterious and sinister ways.
Chapter 4: Nathaniel Runs Up and Down a Hill
It’s not polite to be horny in a graveyard. But as Nathaniel creeps up the hill towards the mausoleum on his way to work, he can’t stop his cock from twitching madly in his pants. The vibration of the cage is an audible buzz, a constant throbbing hum around his sensitive length. And even worse, the vibrations are growing stronger and stronger the closer he walks to the statue.
And as he approaches the hulking figure close enough to see the details of his face, his dick is buzzed with the intensity of a thousand suns. It’s turning his brain to mush.
His trapped cock begs him to unlock the cage and jerk himself off right here in the graveyard.
He doesn’t have the courage. The statue might find it rude.
“Hi,” he says, trying not to tremble as he nears the gigantic stone man. “You’re not scary. I’m not afraid of you.”
The statue remains silent, and Nathaniel sighs in relief.
“I just need to see if this is yours.” He takes a glance around, praying he won’t be seen. Then he pulls the massive stone dick out of his backpack and holds it up to the statue’s thick, chiseled thigh.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his wide eyes flicking between the two stone slabs. They’re the same kind of stone—the same veins runthrough the marble. It’s not 100% proof that this isthe statue’scock, but it’s creepy. Really creepy.
The creeped-out sensation drips down his spine, settling in his heavy balls and caged dick.
“Are you…gripping me?” he murmurs. “Is the curse real? Areyoureal?”
As if in answer, the cage seems to tighten around his dick, pressing him even smaller. His eyes roll back into his head, and he lets out a moan.
“Nathaniel.”
“Ohmygod, whatthefuck?!” The words tumble out of him as he stumbles backward.
“You’ve been teasing me, why shouldn’t I tease you in return?”
“Teasingyou?” he chokes out. And with a sudden wave of heat, it dawns on him. The statue can feel every touch of Nathaniel’s fingers against his stone dick. He could feel Nathaniel stroking his shaft with lube, trying to shove him into his hole. Trying to swallow him down.Teasinghim.
They’ve been edging each other. Nathaniel has been blaming the statue for his evil, seductive torments, when all along, Nathaniel’s been rubbing the statue’s cock and making the stone man burn with unrequited frustration.
He breaks out in a hot sweat, his locked cock pulsing with need. “I didn’t mean to,” he says softly. Excitement and arousal pool in his groin, driving him to surrender the unthinkable. “Is this what you want?” Slowly, carefully, he slips the chastity key from his backpack and into the curved fingers of the statue’s right hand.
Stone fingers curl around Nathaniel’s, taking the key.
“Holy fuck!!”
Nathaniel snatches his hand from the grasp and runs. His feet stumble and scramble as fast as humanly possible.
He moved! The statue can move!!
