The Curse
Steven was getting desperate. His cock had been shrinking for a week now, ever since that cursed hookup with Nigel. Every time Nigel made him cum, Steven’s dick lost an inch, and Nigel’s grew. Seven days, six times, and Steven’s cock was now a pathetic three inches while Nigel’s was a monstrous ten. The only way to get any size back he had to make someone cum without cumming himself.
He found Nigel in the locker room after gym class, his broad shoulders glistening with sweat, his massive arms flexing as he towelled off. Steven swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to Nigel’s crotch where the outline of his thick cock was unmistakable even through his sweatpants.
"You look like you’re about to cry, kid," Nigel smirked, tossing the towel aside. "What’s the matter? Run out of guys to leech size off of?"
Steven clenched his fists. "I need you to let me make you cum, I’m getting too small.
Nigel let out a low laugh, stepping closer. "Oh, I don’t think so. Not until you beg properly." He grabbed Steven by the throat, pushing him against the lockers. "You’re going to get on your knees and suck my dick until I decide you’ve earned another inch."
Steven’s breath hitched. He could feel Nigel’s cock twitching against his stomach, already hard and leaking. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, fumbling with Nigel’s waistband. The moment his fingers brushed against Nigel’s thick shaft, a shudder ran through him. It was hot, heavy, and already dripping with pre-cum.
Nigel groaned as Steven took him deep, his throat stretching around Nigel’s girth. The taste was salty and musky, and Steven gagged slightly but forced himself to take more. Nigel’s hands tangled in his hair, guiding him, fucking his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Fuck, that’s good," Nigel grunted. "But if you think this is gonna get your dick back to normal, you’re wrong." He pulled Steven off just long enough to spit in his palm before shoving two fingers into Steven’s mouth. "Suck. Get them nice and wet."
Steven moaned around Nigel’s fingers, his own cock twitching despite the curse. He knew what was coming—Nigel would fuck him with those fingers, make him cum, and then his dick would shrink again. But he couldn’t stop. The thrill of Nigel’s dominance, the way his cock felt in his mouth—it was intoxicating.
Nigel yanked his fingers free and spun Steven around, bending him over the bench. A cold glob of lube hit his ass, followed by Nigel’s thick fingers stretching him open. Steven whimpered, his cock painfully hard as Nigel worked him open.
"Please," Steven begged, his voice trembling. "Let me make you cum."
Nigel chuckled darkly but didn’t reply. He lined up his cock and pushed in with one brutal thrust. Steven cried out as Nigel’s massive dick filled him completely, stretching him wide. The curse flared, his cock throbbing as Nigel set a relentless pace.
"Take it," Nigel growled, gripping Steven’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Take my dick like the desperate little slut you are."
Steven could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He reached down, stroking himself in time with Nigel’s thrusts, but Nigel smacked his hand away.
"Uh-uh. You only get to cum when I tell you to."
Steven whined, his cock aching with need. Nigel’s pace was relentless, his balls slapping against Steven’s thighs with every thrust. The curse was driving him wild—every time Nigel made him cum, his own dick shrank, but Nigel’s grew.
"Please," Steven gasped.
Nigel leaned down, his breath hot against Steven’s ear. "Not yet. You’re gonna take every inch of me and cum." He reached around, wrapping a hand around Steven’s cock, squeezing just enough to tease. "You’re mine now. And I’m gonna use you until your dick is nothing but a stub."
Steven’s vision blurred as Nigel’s hand worked him, his cock aching, his balls heavy with cum. He was so close—
"Now," Nigel commanded, his voice rough. "Cum for me."
Steven exploded, his release shooting across the bench as Nigel’s cock buried itself deep. The curse flared, his cock shrinking to a pathetic two inches as Nigel’s grew another inch, swelling to eleven.
Nigel pulled out and jacked off for his own release. Covering Steven’s face as he came. Steven collapsed onto the bench, his tiny cock twitching weakly.
Nigel zipped up, smirking down at him. "Same time tomorrow, kid. Maybe by then you’ll have learned your lesson."
Steven could only whimper in response, his body still trembling from the aftershocks. Nigel had won again.
By Steven McMoon