My boyfriend’s cock

by CockTFBoi

 While out at a club Nick’s boyfriend, Max, is starting to act a little unusual. After a night of fun and passion, Nick wakes up and discovers the secret that he’s been hiding the whole time.

Added: Jun 2022 Updated: 10 Sep 2022 12,790 words 3,854 views 4.5 stars (6 votes)

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The music of the club is thrumming throughout my body as I dance in the middle of the floor, surrounded by the crush of all the mostly naked men. Most, including myself, were wearing little more than underwear and shoes. What little cloth we had was in the form of skimpy jockstraps or thongs. Several men were grinding against me in the crowd, I could feel their hard dicks rubbing against me, one even leaving a slimy trail of precum along my thigh as he did.

About that time my boyfriend, Max, walks over, pushing his way through the crowd with a grace that belies his size. The guys who had been grinding on me moved away as he drew near. Max is a veritable mountain of a man, 6’3” with huge muscles, a thick hairy chest, and a magnificent bubble butt. Behind Max is his friend, Bryan, who met us at the club. Bryan is a bit shorter, only 5’10” and his muscles aren’t nearly as big as Max’s but still decent, though he keeps his body nearly hairless. They were both probably the most heavily dressed on the dancefloor, both wearing their jeans.

“How are you doing, babe?” Max says into my ear as he pulls me close. It’s the only way to be heard over the music.

I snake one hand around his waist and reply, “Oh, I had plenty of guys to keep me company.” I give him a wink.

He grins, and wraps one arm around me possessively, as we join with the rest of the writhing mass of humanity that surrounds us and start dancing with one another. Bryan in somewhere nearby grinding with one twink or another, but my focus is on Max and his powerful muscles and sexy ass. With a bottom that magnificent, it’s a good thing he’s a bottom because it would be a shame to waste its glory on a top who would never use it to its full potential.

Our dancing and grinding is getting heavy and my 6-inch cock is straining my jockstrap. I’m starting to get past the point of wanting to continue dancing and want to go fuck him until he can’t walk straight. But before I can suggest that we go find somewhere to fuck, Bryan walks over and whispers something into Max’s ear. Max nods and says something back, but I can’t hear what they’re saying over the loud music.

Max turns around and steps close to me, the flat of his hand rubbing against the bulge in my jockstrap as he brings his lips up to my ear. “Bryan needs me to go keep a look out while he fucks that twink. You know how they’ve been cracking down on sex in the bathrooms here. Won’t take long, Bryan doesn’t usually last long. And then, since I know you’re wanting it so bad, we’ll head back to the apartment, and you can fuck me all night long.”

I try to protest, but Max gives me a kiss, slipping a bit of tongue into my mouth before I can say anything. He pulls away and merrily trots off into the crowd after Bryan. I watch his ass bounce as he moves through the crowd effortlessly and feel my dick throb at the thought of fucking him. And I guess it’s true that they had been cracking down on bathroom sex in the clubs. Probably the city putting pressure on the clubs or something.

About 15 minutes later, I’m getting a little worried about them and head over to the bathrooms. As I get there, Max steps out of the bathroom straightening his shirt nonchalantly. He doesn’t see me at first and wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand. He starts heading towards the dance floor, but then sees me and trots over to me.

“Hey, there you are. Were you getting worried?”

“Maybe a little. Where’s Bryan?” I ask, glancing towards the bathroom door.

“Him and the twink went off to find somewhere more comfortable for round two. Speaking of which, why don’t we head back and get caught up?” I can practically feel his grin against the side of my face.

“Your place?” I ask, my breath catching a bit as I’m feeling so turned on.

“Yeah, it’s closer and I’m not sure I can wait,” he replies.

I don’t waste any time and grab my clothes and make myself at least a bit presentable for the trip back. I turn around and Max is pulling on his shirt and the two of us head out of the club. Once we’re outside, the music is muffled but the bass from inside still resonates through me. Max and I hurry down the sidewalk, half-leaning on each other as we make our way to his apartment building. As we walk, Max wraps one arm around my slim waist and grabs my ass, giving it a good squeeze. Soon I’m returning the favor, and neither of us can keep our hands off one another.

As we pass an alley, Max grabs me and pulls me into the alley and pushes me against the wall. I let off a gasp of surprise, but before I can say anything, Max has his lips pressed against mine in a deep kiss. As he kisses me, he starts grinding his cock against mine through our jeans. I moan into his mouth as he ground against me. I feel his hands on my belt, fumbling with the buckle for a moment before he gets it undone. I try to protest, but he gently bites my lower lip which makes me moan again. He undoes my jeans and reaches in, stroking my cock in long slow strokes. I can feel as my cock twitches and starts coating his hand with my precum.

Max drops to his knees in front of me and takes my cock and playfully smacks it against his cheek a few times. He looks up into my eyes as I lean back against the wall and grins. He leans forward and slurps the head of my cock into his mouth. He pushes forward taking more and more of my cock into his mouth until he’s burying his nose in the trimmed pubes just above my cock. I can hear him take a deep breath, practically drinking in my musk, and then he swallows around the head of my cock. After another couple minutes of him sucking, licking, and swallowing and I can feel my balls tightening up.

“Hey, I’m close,” I say to Max. He looks up at me and winks, takes me right up to the very edge of cumming. Then he pulls off. My cock throbs with need in the cool air as his saliva dries on my turgid flesh.

“Hold that thought, until we get back,” Max says as he stands up. He pulls the pouch of my jockstrap back up over my cock, letting the elastic snap against my waist. I jump a little at the sudden sting, but it makes my cock throb some more. Max walks back out of the alley and onto the sidewalk, and I quickly zip my jeans back up and buckle my belt and hurry to catch up to him.

We hurry towards Max’s place, the blocks seeming to just whizz past as we grope each other through our clothes. Finally, we make it to Max’s apartment building. We make it into the lobby and over to the elevator. We’re waiting impatiently for the elevator, making out as we do. I get in first and push the button for his floor. As the doors close, Max pushes me back against the wall and starts kissing me. He undoes my belt again and shoves my jeans down. My cock is tenting my jockstrap. The elevator dings as we get to his floor, and Max steps back. I move to zip my jeans back up, but he puts a hand on my wrist.

“No, leave it out. It’s not like anyone’s around, and we’re going to whip it right back out in like 30 seconds.”

I nod and follow him out of the elevator as we make the short walk over to his door. He fishes his keys out and unlocks the door. We quickly move into his small apartment. It’s a small efficiency, barely more space than his king size bed, a small desk, and a kitchen area. We pass the door to the bathroom as we move over to the bed. Our faces are practically stuck together as we passionately make out. We break our kiss briefly to pull our shirts off and toss them aside. The two of us resume our embrace and collapse onto the bed together.

Max pushes my jockstrap and jeans down exposing my cock and ass. I use a few pumps of my legs to push them the rest of the way off and toe off my shoes, letting them all clatter to the floor. While I’m doing that, Max has undone his pants and lifting his ass off the bed with his legs in the air, he pulls them and his underwear off in one smooth motion. The two of us resume our making out, pressing our naked bodies against one another, letting our cocks grind against each other. Max’s 9-inch cock is throbbing against mine as we grind.

After a couple minutes of making out and grinding, I can’t hold myself back anymore and shift my position. I lift Max’s legs up over his head and lean down. I let my tongue flick across his hole, letting him squirm a little in pleasure. I repeat it a few more times, each time pressing in a little bit more with my tongue. Soon, I’m in there, eating out his tight hole and loosening him up with my fingers. As I eat him out, I’m stroking his big thick cock, the precum running down his shaft and coating my fingers.

After a few minutes of eating him out, I shift and put the head of my cock against his tight hole. I grab the bottle of lube off his nightstand and squeeze some onto my hand. I smear some onto my dick and then some onto his hole. I use my fingers to push a little into his hole, making sure that he’s lubed up. Then I push, slowly sliding my six inches into his tight hole. Once I’m all the way in, I give Max a few moments to adjust. He uses his ass muscles to give my cock a couple squeezes, grinning at me with a dopey, lust-filled gaze.

I start to fuck him in earnest, thrusting in and out of him, rolling my hips just right to make sure my cock hits all of his most sensitive spots. I pick up my pace, coaxing little moans and gasps from Max with every thrust. He wraps his hand around his cock and is pumping up and down the shaft. Neither of us last very long with the pace of my thrusts and his strokes. Just a few minutes later Max’s moans start getting louder and more desperate and with a few more thrusts all of Max’s muscles start contracting as his cock sprays a huge load of cum across his chest and abs.

The sensation of his ass squeezing down on my cock feels too good and I can’t hold back any longer. I get just a few more thrusts before I slam my cock home and leave it there as I pump my load into his hole. I lean forward and kiss Max a few more times, until I let my cock slip free of his hole and we cuddle up together in the bed. We’re both exhausted and in our post-nut state easily drift off to sleep within a couple minutes.

I come to some time later. It’s dark, I can’t seem to move very much, and it feels hot and humid wherever I am. My nose is filled with the musky smell of the dried cum from the night before, but it seems so much more potent than last night. I struggle in place for a couple minutes before I’m able to work my head free. I blink in the dim light that is coming through around the edges of the blackout curtains on the windows. Looks like I got tangled up in the sheets on Max’s bed, and now that I’m a little more awake I can free myself the rest of the way easily.

Max isn’t in the bed, but the sounds of the shower running coming from the bathroom gives me a good idea where he is. I climb off the bed and pad over towards the bathroom door. I pause a few feet away because I hear two voices coming from the bathroom. The door to the bathroom is cracked open ever so slightly and I quietly approach it, trying to hear what they’re saying over the sound of shower.

“Listen, I like him, but I don’t think he’s quite ready to know about you,” Max’s voice comes through as I eavesdrop from the door.

“You’ll need to find a way to do it soon. You can’t keep lying to him, and when he does learn about me it’ll make things so much worse. He deserves to know what he’s in for if he’s going to have a serious relationship with you.” It takes me a moment, but then I recognize that voice. It’s Bryan!

That fucker! Max is fucking cheating on me with Bryan! I never should have trusted him! My blood is boiling, and my pulse is throbbing in my ears as my anger burns within me. I rip the door wide open and step into the doorway. “Listen here you motherfu—” I stop midsentence as I take in the scene in front of me.

Max and Bryan are standing in the shower, clearly visible through the glass shower wall, their bodies pressed together Bryan’s ass pressed up against Max’s crotch. Not only is he fucking cheating on me, he snuck Bryan in and is fucking his ass in the shower while I was asleep in the next fucking room! They’re looking at me and their eyes are wide with shock.

Max flings the shower door open and says “Hey! Wait! This isn’t what you think!” He moves towards me, but something looks off about his body. Between my anger and the situation, it takes me a couple moments to realize his cock isn’t hanging between his legs.

“Okay, Nick, listen,” Max starts, “ummm, so Bryan and I have a bit of a relationship, but not a romantic one.” He sees my face and quickly backtracks, “Okay, relationship is the wrong word. So, I guess the best way to put it is that Bryan is my cock, and I’m his.”

“Wait, what? What the fuck does that even mean?” I say, flabbergasted.

“Let’s go sit on the bed, all three of us, and relax for a moment. Just keep an open mind for the moment, okay.”

I nod a little, though still remaining pissed at both of them, but at least willing to hear what crazy lie he’s going to tell me to try to weasel his way out of this. I sit on the edge of the bed and Max sits down next to me. Bryan remains standing, leaning against the kitchen counter. Now that I have a moment, I realize that Bryan has no cock. No pussy either, just a blank spot where you’d normally expect at least something.

“Okay, so Bryan and I were cursed a few years ago…”

“Cursed? Really? Like a fairy tale?” I retort, clearly, he thinks I’m stupid.

“Yes, a curse. We were out cruising at a club, looking for some guys to hook up with. Well, we were assholes to this one nerdy looking guy who was clearly into Bryan. Not just rejected him but embarrassed him in front of everyone. Well, he must have known some sort of magic I guess, because after we did that, he muttered some words. When we woke up the next day, neither of us had a cock anymore. Instead, if either of us wants to cum, the other has to become his cock.”

“Are you serious? This is fucking crazy!” I saw, standing up.

“It’s completely serious. I mean look, I don’t have a cock. You saw my cock last night, and now I don’t have one. And that’s because my cock is standing over there.” Max gestures over to Bryan. “Listen, I was going to tell you, but it’s a bit out there, you have to admit. You’re important to me, and I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“I need some time to process this,” I say. I grab my clothes and pull them on. Max is still sitting on the bed, his face is tense, and it’s clear that he’s worried about this. “I’ll call you back later. This is a lot to take in.” I walk out the door and start heading back to my apartment, now feeling very confused and conflicted. How do you handle it when your boyfriend introduces his cock to you, and it turns out to be another guy?

I walk home practically on autopilot as I try to wrap my head around the whole concept that Bryan is Max’s cock. It’s trippy, like whoever heard of something like that, a man turning into a cock. My brain is running a million miles an hour trying to figure out how something like that could be possible. I know they said it was a curse, but that can’t be real. Magic is just stage tricks and sleight of hand. People can’t really be cursed, can they?

Eventually I make it home, still in a daze, and set down my stuff. I strip off my dirty clothes and toss them onto the pile of clothes that need to be washed. Without even pulling on any clothes, I sit down in front of my laptop and start searching. If this is real, there has to be something out there about it. There’s no way anyone could keep shit like that a secret.

I start by looking for “man turning into cock,” which gives me surprising a lot of hits. As I look through the hits though, most of it is photoshopped pictures and stories. They all look to be fantasies though, nothing that looks like it’s real. Some of the stuff is a little out there, but nothing seems to line up with what Max said. I change gears and search for “magic curses” instead. This is similarly fruitless, mostly stories and things for fantasy games.

I spend another hour searching various terms until I finally come across something promising. The website is titled “Curses for dealing with the Dicks in your life.” There are a bunch of curses with strange names listed, but at the top is a large warning: “Be cautious in employing any of these curses! Cursing someone always comes at a cost and doing so against an undeserving target amplifies this cost.” I scroll through the curses, checking for any that catch my eye, until near the bottom I spot “Man-Cock Curse.”

Clicking the link, I skim the page. There are a lot of words I don’t understand, references to words, items, even tools that I’ve never heard of. From what I can understand it looks to do what Max described. Makes two men into the cocks for each other and keeping them dickless otherwise. There are some warnings about curse instability. Something about a complex curse like this can change and evolve over time, but the specifics of how it can change are way over my head. Then at the bottom of the page, I see a section that says, “How to remove Curse.” I click the link to go to the page. My heart sinks a bit as the window loads up a video of a rather annoying song instead of something about the curse.

I click the back button, to at least try to make heads or tails of what this curse my boyfriend has is. Instead of the page loading, it just keeps taking me back to the video. Even going back through the history, all the pages just redirect me to the video again and again. I search for the site again and find it, but when I click the link, it just takes me directly to the video.

I slam the laptop closed and let out a long, frustrated sigh. I lean back in my chair staring at the ceiling. So maybe this thing is real. At least it would explain their lack of cocks. Dicks don’t just disappear, do they? Well, I guess if Max’s curse is real, anything could be, I guess. That’s beside the point though, if Max really is cursed, then that means that Bryan is too. And that Bryan has been there, watching and I guess participating every time we’ve had sex. It was like an unwitting three-way. I wonder if they can like talk to each other while they’re attached or something. I’m sure it’s weird to have a guy as your cock, but also the idea is making me feel hot.

I look down, and my 6-incher is standing at full attention, a faint glint of precum sitting at the tip. Fuck, I’m feeling more turned on by this than I thought. I did always think Bryan was hot, if a little bit of a jerk. The thought of him shrinking down to become Max’s 9-incher was hot. I wrap my hand around my cock, making a few slow strokes to it as I continue to think. Last night in the club. Bryan and Max ran off with that twink to the bathroom. Max said he was going to “keep watch” but I guess really, he had gone to become Bryan’s cock. I gasp as a thick, heavy bead of precum spurts from the head of my cock. Fuck, I hadn’t really thought about that before, Max shrinking down to be Bryan’s cock. Turning into Bryan’s dick and fucking some twink in the bathroom right there. The twink not even knowing he was actually getting fucked by two men. I wonder how big Max is as a cock. Bryan is so much shorter, yet he becomes a nice big 9-incher. I bet Max is even bigger, at least 10 inches, maybe more.

I’m still stroking my cock, just imagining Max shrinking down into Bryan’s cock. Then Bryan coming up to me, spreading my legs wide, and pressing Max against my hole. The thought of Bryan grinning down at me as he pushes Max inside me, and then fucking me hard with my own boyfriend, has me going wild. I gasp as the first rope of cum goes rocketing out of my cock and landing in my hair and across my face. I can only hold my eyes closed to keep the cum out of them as the next pulse sends more onto my nose and across my mouth. Then a third hits my chin. My cock keeps pulsing, shooting smaller ropes with each quiver.

As the intense pleasure of the orgasm starts to fade, my body is shaking with pleasure and exhaustion. My head feels a little fuzzy and I feel weak all over. I wipe the cum away from my eyes and blink a few times to make sure they’re clear. The rest of my cum is slowly cooling on my body, most pooling on my smooth stomach and around my navel. I glance around the room, there’s no towel nearby, so I shuffle into the bathroom and flip on the lights. I turn the shower on and stand at the sink while I wait for it to warm up.

Did I really just jack off to that? The post-nut clarity feels a little awkward, I can barely believe that I did that. Yet, it was very hot, and the idea of Bryan or Max turning into a cock still feels hot. Fuck, even if this shit isn’t real, I feel like I might be looking up more of that fantasy porn later. I step into the shower, it doesn’t get that warm, but warm enough that I’m not going to freeze. I quickly wash the cum off of me and get myself cleaned up completely. As I’m soaping up my cock, I can feel it start to chub up again. The suds help my hand glide up and down my smooth pole and I find myself stroking again.

I catch myself and stop. I can’t spend the whole day just jacking off. I need to get some stuff done. I wonder what the transformation looks like. I shake my head a little to try to clear it. If I start thinking about that, I’ll never get out of the shower. I finish rinsing off and step out and start toweling off. My cock is rock hard, and I’m trying my hardest to ignore it.

I walk out into my bedroom and grab a bright red jockstrap out of my dresser. I pull it on and walk over to my phone. I see half a dozen missed calls from Max. Some from over an hour ago. I look up at the time, and it hasn’t been that long. Did I just not hear it or something? No voicemail though, so I call him back.

“Hello?” Bryan answers the phone.

“Hey, it’s Nick. Can ummm, can Max talk right now?” I ask. Still a little hesitant about mentioning anything.

“Uh, not really,” Bryan grunts a little. “He’s a bit… speechless at the moment. I could have him give you a call back in a while. Unless you want to come give me a hand, or more”

I freeze, realizing that Max is probably Bryan’s cock right now. Is he fucking someone, or is he just jacking off. My cock is rock hard, stretching the pouch of my jockstrap.

“Haha, you like the thought of that don’t you?” Bryan says. “I can practically hear your arousal. Listen, why don’t you come back over, and you can get even closer to Max than you thought you ever could.”

Before I can even respond, the call ends. I look down at the tent in my jock, and the slowly growing wet spot. He’s right, I do want to go over there. Cleaning and shopping can wait until tomorrow, I need to get back over there. Maybe afterwards we can all talk this out and figure out how to make this relationship work.

I throw on a clean shirt and pants and grab my shoes. My cock is still hard as I finish getting dressed. I quickly grab the rest of my stuff and head out the door. I grab a cab and head back across town to Max’s apartment. The ride is short, but still, I feel like the taxi driver is staring at me. Like somehow, he knows that I’m going to go suck off my boyfriend’s friend. I’m still hard, so maybe he noticed my erection. I try to ignore it and just stare out the window for the rest of the ride.

We finally pull up to Max’s building and I pay the cab driver. I walk over to the panel next to the door and push the button for Max’s place. The little speaker crackles to life and I hear Bryan’s voice say, “Took you long enough.” The speaker cuts back off as the door buzzes. I bound over to the door and pull it open, moving quickly to the elevator, and push the button to call it. It feels like an eternity before the elevator shows up, but it finally does. I ride the elevator up and knock on Max’s door.

I can hear movement inside, and then the deadbolt clicks and the door swings open. Bryan is standing there, cock in hand, stroking it. His cock is massive. I thought that Max would be bigger than Bryan as a cock, but I wasn’t prepared for just how much bigger. Max’s cock form was easily a foot long, and incredibly thick. I felt my knees go weak just looking at that monster.

“Get the fuck in here, idiot,” Bryan says.

I realize I’ve been gawking at him from the hallway, and quickly move into the apartment. Bryan closes the door behind me and stands against the wall, still stroking his cock. I turn to face him and sink to my knees, letting my fingers trace down his stocky, muscular frame. He takes his cock and lightly slaps it against my cheek a few times, leaving a long trail of precum. I flick my tongue out, taking a taste of the precum off the tip of his cock.

“Mmmm, that’s a good boi. You like the taste of my pre, don’t you?” Bryan says as he rubs the head of his cock against my lips, smearing his precum onto my lips.

I nod and open my mouth for his colossal cock. He shifts his hips forward, letting his cock slide into my mouth. He keeps pushing it in, further and further. I can feel it push into my throat, stretching it out. I want to gag, but I can’t. Soon my nose is buried against the smooth skin above his cock, his stomach pressed against my forehead. His hand snakes around to the back of my head, holding me in place. I can’t breathe around his cock and start to panic a little. Then he releases my head and pulls back.

“Your mouth does feel good, but I think you need to be fucked.” He pulls me up to my feet and spins me around, pushing me towards the wall behind me. “Undo your pants,” he commands, and I rush to comply. As soon as I have the zipper down, he pulls my pants down, exposing my ass framed by my jockstrap. He lines his cock up with my hole and squeezes some precum onto it. I can feel my hole tingling as he rubs his precum onto me with the head of his cock. Before I can ask about that, he starts pressing his cock into me.

I gasp, the pleasure is intense as the thick dick slowly glides into me. There’s no pain despite its size, just pleasure. He grips the waistband of the jockstrap and tugs on it, pulling my ass backwards onto his dick. I moan loudly, unable to control myself.

“Hah! I knew you were really a bottom at heart. You just needed the right dick in you.” Bryan starts to pull back and gets into a rhythm.

His cock is pressing against my prostate, causing me to leak precum into the fabric of my jockstrap. He begins picking up the pace, and it all just feels so good. I reach down and grab my cock through my jockstrap to pull it out. Bryan’s big hand grabs my elbow and pulls it back, ripping my hand away from my cock.

“No no no, you don’t get to play with that right now. I’m close and I’m going to shoot the biggest fucking load into this tight ass of yours.”

I still want to stroke my cock, but Bryan’s command seemed to have sunk in. Despite what I want, I can’t bring myself to grab a hold of my cock. The pace of his fucking picks up, it felt good against my prostate. Just a constant wave of pleasure as he rubbed against it. It felt like I was constantly on the verge of cumming, and yet still miles away from it.

With a roar, Bryan slams his dick all the way into me, and I can feel the warmth spreading within me as his cum flooded my guts. After a few long moments, he pulls out, letting his cock flop free. I can feel the warm cum running down my leg as it leaked from my stretched hole.

I turn around and see Bryan standing there, but his cock is rapidly changing. It’s growing in size rapidly, his balls seeming to unfurl into two small legs that quickly grow, his shaft seeming to split apart as two arms form and the details of a human torso rapidly form, and the head of his cock reshaping and growing hair. At the same time, it quickly grows out until Max is standing there, still attached by his ass to Bryan’s crotch.

Max’s eyes snap open and he looks at me. His eyes go wide, and then he spins around, glaring at Bryan. “I fucking told you to leave him the fuck alone!” Max shouts at Bryan.

Bryan just stands there smirking back, “Yeah, well he came calling and I can’t help that he wanted my dick so bad.”

“You asshole, you know he couldn’t help it! You still did the one thing I fucking told you not to do! You know very well what’s going to fucking happen to him now.”

I’m sitting there confused, wondering what they’re talking about, when I feel a tingling start to spread outwards from my hole. “Ummm, whatever it is, I think it’s starting…” I say, feeling a little sheepish.

“Fuck! Okay Nick, the important thing is to try to remain calm. So, part of the curse is when either of us top a guy, it temporarily changes him. Now you don’t need to worry, I’m going to keep you safe through this. You’ll only be like this for an hour or so, and then change back,” Max tries to calmly say to me.

“Okay, but what is about to happen? How am I going to change?” I ask, incredulously.

“I can’t tell you that, because the change is up to Bryan over there. When he came in you, he had some sort of change in mind. He couldn’t have cum otherwise. So, Bryan, why don’t you tell us how you’re changing him,” Max says as he looks over at Bryan, his voice and his eyes filled with anger.

“Oh, I think I like it better if it’s a surprise,” Bryan says, a malicious grin on his face.

I can tell Max is about to say something, but then I feel a pang. I grab my stomach. My stomach feels empty, like there’s nothing inside of me. My legs start shifting, moving on their own towards each other. Max notices and moves quickly, pulling my shoes off. He manages to pull one of my socks off, but then my feet come together. I try to move them apart, but I can’t seem to get them apart. I hear the sound of fabric tearing, and soon I can feel my bare feet touching. The changes continue though, my feet seem to meld together, smoothing out into until my legs are one solid loop. I can feel my bones flexing and bending and the skin of my legs starts to change color into a bright blue. I touch them, and though I can still feel through them, they feel like plastic.

I want to explore more, but my arms, suddenly straighten out and go down next to my sides. They rapidly shift into plastic pegs, attached to something below me. I’m pretty sure whatever they’re attached to is a part of me, probably my ass, but I can’t tell for certain. It’s a little freaky as my arms detach from my shoulders completely as they finish changing. Max is alternating between glaring at Bryan and looking at my transforming form. The hollowness inside of me seems to be growing.

“Okay,” says Max, “it might be longer than a hour. So, the thing is whatever you’re turned into has to be used and get cummed on before you can change back. Well from what I can see, it’s going to take more than just me jacking off on you to turn you back. Bryan, what the fuck? If you were going to be an asshole and transform him, couldn’t you have done like a dildo or something?”

“I mean, yeah, I could have. But why do that, when this would be so much more fun.” Bryan is standing over in the kitchen area now, laughing to himself as I continue to change.

“Wait, what am I changing into?” I ask.

“He’s turned you into a fucking cock cage.” Max quietly gets up, and moves over behind Bryan. He shoves his crotch against Bryan’s ass and both men shudder as a wave of pleasure hits them.

“Hahaha, I figured you’d do this. It’s what I fucking wanted bro. I thought it’d be a fun change of pace,” Bryan says, even as his body starts to rapidly shrink.

“You could have just asked, and we buy one, rather than changing my fucking boyfriend,” Max says, holding onto Bryan’s shoulders as he changes.

My perspective starts to shift rapidly as I start shrinking. As I shrink my whole torso rapidly changes to plastic, large gaps forming between bands of plastic. I feel my face push forward as it changes. The world doesn’t disappear, but it becomes fuzzy and indistinct for a few seconds. I hear a clatter as I tip forward and realize that I’ve come apart.

The sensation of lying in several pieces on the floor is disorienting. I can see the ring that was my legs laying nearby, and a peg that I recognize as one of my arms next to it. I can’t really look around, stuck with a limited perspective. A few minutes go by as I hear shifting and movement coming from where Max and Bryan were. Finally, Max’s hands come into view, and he picks up my pieces. He sets my cage part, that I’m looking from down on the table, looking towards him.

I can’t move or communicate, but I watch as he takes the ring piece and puts it around the base of his cock. I can feel the warmth of his body on my legs. He slides my arms that became pegs into a plate, which feels like he’s touching my butt. He pushes them through holes on the ring and fits another plate on the front side. He reaches over and grabs a black peg from the table, and I feel a burst of pleasure. I’d be moaning if I had a mouth, as that peg is apparently my cock. He slides my cock-peg through another hole, and it feels nice.

Then he lifts up my cage, bringing me to his face and says, “Okay, I know this is weird, but I’ll try to get you back to normal as soon as I can. I’m pretty sure once I have you on, you’ll be able to talk to me, at least that’s how it works with Bryan. Just try to focus on thinking words at me.”

With that he gives my cage a quick kiss, and then slides the head of his cock, or I guess Bryan’s head, into my cage piece. It feels intense. Like getting fucked with a dick bigger than your body. It takes a while to cram all of Bryan’s length up inside of me, but eventually I feel the pegs of my arms and dick slide through the corresponding holes on my cage-body.

“Fuck, Bryan, you didn’t make a lock. How am I supposed to keep him on?” Max asks.

Then I hear Bryan’s voice echoing through my mind, “He won’t need a lock, just give him a moment.”

As he says that I can feel a shift in myself. I am able to look around a little bit now and straining I can look over the top of my cage to my base. The pegs of my arms and dick shift and seem to flow together with the other parts of me that they’re touching. Within a few moments, I’m just a solid piece of plastic encasing my boyfriend’s sentient dick. How the fuck did I end up in this mess?

Max pulls on a jockstrap and my view is obscured by the thin fabric, throwing my world into shadows. I can feel him shifting around more and my world gets darker. I assume that was him pulling on some pants. The rhythmic motions of his steps are lulling me into a weird state of wakeful sleep. I can’t focus on anything, and my mind drifts off, but at the same time I’m still fully aware of my surroundings, such that they are. The musk coming off of Bryan is intoxicating, especially confined with it in such a small space.

My awareness seems to come and go as Max does things. I can’t gauge what he’s doing, other than there being a lot of movement. Eventually there is a shift, and it becomes a bit lighter in the jockstrap. I can hear music, though it is muffled. I can feel beat of the music, even trapped inside of Max’s jockstrap. Bryan’s body is straining against me, trying to get hard, his head leaking precum into the jockstrap. I’m not sure where we are, but obviously there must be a bunch of hot guys around. There’s a shift and I can feel Max’s torso above us leaning forward.

“Fuck dude, this is really hot. It’s a shame you can’t see through Max’s eyes, all these guys are so hot,” Bryan thinks at me. “Oh wait, here comes a guy, looks cute. Big jock type, even wearing a shirt with a college logo.”

I feel a little conflicted. I know Max had to cum while getting fucked to turn me back, but the idea of him getting fucked by other guys was making me feel jealous, but also turned on by the thought of it.

Through the fabric I can make out the guy hey to Max. Max gives a reply. I hear a muffled slap and feel the vibrations through Max’s body as the guy grabs his ass and gives it a squeeze.

“Why don’t we go over there,” the guy’s voice says. I can’t tell where ‘there’ is, but I can feel Max shift and start to walk.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as Max’s body shifts above me. I can feel his body leaning forward over something, even as his legs shift wider. I can feel movement start, a slow rhythmic motion of Max’s hips that is gradually speeding up. I realize that this is Max getting fucked. Bryan is leaking precum through me and onto the fabric of the jockstrap.

“What’s going on,” I think at Bryan, but instead of a coherent response, all I get back is feelings and emotions. Raw pleasure and carnal lust flooding out from Bryan’s mind. The flashes of it keep coming. After I opened that line, it seems Bryan is not aware enough to stop it, so his pleasure is flooding into my mind now.

After what feels like hours, something above shifts, the rhythmic thrusts have abated. There is movement, and I miss the pleasure flooding into me from Bryan. He still isn’t responding, but then fabric in front of me falls away.

We’re in a dimly lit room somewhere. I don’t recognize it, but it looks like a bathhouse of some kind. I can see guys outside the door wearing nothing but towels walking around. In front of us though is a muscular jock. His dark hair is pulled up and behind him to keep it from his face. I can see the deep grooves between his muscles, their definition clear even in the dim room. At his waist is an average sized cock, maybe 5 inches, though from my current perspective it looks huge, towering over me.

Max shifts and I tear my view away from the jock to see him laying back on a bench, his legs up in the air. The jock steps forward and brings himself close to me. I can feel the heat radiating off his dick, and can feel a mental shudder of pleasure run through me. Something about this man just turns me on, and makes me feel insignificant at the same time. At the moment I am, being just a toy wrapped around my boyfriend’s cock, but I’m not sure I’d feel any different if I were normal either. He just seems to radiate power and masculinity. He takes his cock and slaps me a few times with it, the fleshy smacks against my metal bars sending shivers throughout me. He smears his precum on me with the meaty head of his dick.

He takes a slight step back and uses his hand to aim his cock, and then shifts forward bringing it between Max’s legs. I can’t see it as it enters, but I feel Bryan surge and strain within me, precum leaking out like a faucet. Max’s moans are distant, but still seem to reverberate through me. The jock picks up the speed of his thrusting.

The jock looks down at Max’s face and wraps his hand around my plastic form. “Yeah, I knew you were desperate, but I didn’t think you’d have a locked cock. A big muscle stud like you? I bet this cock feels good in your hole, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm hmmm,” Max replies, his lips tight as he tries to hold on. It clearly feels amazing.

“The best cock you’ve felt in your hole, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes…” Max replies, the last s stretched long as the jock’s dick rubs against his prostate.

“That’s ‘yes sir’ to you. You got that?” the jock says as he angles his hips to make sure he hits Max’s prostate every time.

“Yes s-s-sir,” Max gets out between thrusts.

“Good boi,” the jock says and Max shudders and moans in pleasure. Bryan flexes within me, and I get the cascading rush of pleasure from him. Something mixes into the pleasure, a tinge of something I can’t quite figure out.

“Is this the best cock you’ve had in you boi?” Another surge of pleasure rushes through the three of us.

Max moans and says, “Fuck, no other cock can compare sir.”

That stung a little, but at the same time, just the third-hand pleasure I was getting through Bryan was far more than what I’d ever felt before. If I had a cock, I’d probably have shot my load already, but instead the horniness just builds up inside me, circling around within unable to escape.

“Who’s your keyholder boi?” he asks as he continued thrusting into Max’s tight hole.

“I d-don’t have one sir,” Max replies, his breathing becoming labored.

“Oh, an unowned locked cock? What a rare treat.” The jock then looks like he is contemplating something even as he continues his thrusts. “Would you like one?”

“But sir, I have a boyfriend!” Max protests.

“That’s even more interesting. A locked boi, with a boyfriend who isn’t even your keyholder.” He leans forward, pulling Max’s head and shoulders off the bench, becoming intimately close with Max. “Does he know you’re locked and down here getting your tight little hole plowed by complete strangers?”

“Yes sir, he’s watching us right now sir.”

“Oh it’s like that, then? He likes getting cucked. Just watching the random studs fuck you, huh?”

Max hesitates, not sure how to respond. For myself, I realize I am enjoying it. Something about watching this man fuck my boyfriend, particularly from this angle, is so hot. “Yes sir, he loves it,” Max replies.

“Then let’s give him a show,” the jock says with a grin.

He picks up his pace a little, slamming his cock home into Max with each thrust. Through the chain connection I can feel the pleasure from each thrust as it scrapes and it rubs against Max’s prostate. He shifts the angle periodically, hitting it along slightly different angles each time. The result is milking Max’s prostate expertly, the precum flowing from Bryan and running down between Max and the jock.

He picks up the pace even further, and the pleasure flowing through the three of us is immense. I can sense Max is on the very edge of cumming, but there’s something holding him back. I can feel something shifting within my thoughts, some tingle running through my mind. I don’t know what it is, but it’s something strange within me and I can feel it doing something. I look towards the jock, and he has a strange look on his face. Despite the pleasure he must be feeling, his eyes are distant, and his face has an almost vacant expression.

My attention is ripped away from his face as suddenly Max starts cumming. There’s no warning, he’s been on the edge for a while, but it’s like a dam was suddenly released. The cum sprays from Bryan’s head, coating the jock’s abs with each pulse. It feels good, but with his cock locked away, I could tell it is also frustrating for Max.

The jock steps back a little and his cock starts cumming too, coating my plastic body with his load. The jock is moaning, but there’s a worried look on his face as his cock is still shooting cum. He backs off quickly and closes the door, his face even more worried than before. “Fuck, bro I didn’t know you were using magic already. You should have said something. Fuck. Just stay calm and we’ve gotta see what we’re dealing with.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” Max replies.

“Shit, you—” the jock starts before stopping abruptly. “Okay, I realize that you have a couple extra, passengers let’s say. And I was using some magic to enhance our fun, and it was working well at first. But when magic gets mixed, the results aren’t predictable. I didn’t realize you had your passengers until we were right at the end, and I wasn’t able to stop myself from cumming.”

As they were talking, I could feel the same tingles that I felt when I had first transformed start to run throughout my body. The energy is coursing through me, and I feel my feet pop a bit as they separate. The plastic of my ring splits and I feel myself falling, slipping off of Bryan and landing on the floor with a clatter. My parts separate and scatter on the floor, but this is only momentary. The parts start pulling towards one another, though not in the same way as the cage. The pegs that are my arms come up on either side of my cage. My ring starts shifting, turning back into a human pair of legs. The changes make their way up my body, the cage changing back into my slim torso, my arms unwrapping from around myself and turning back into me. I feel the end of my cage shifting, my viewpoint becoming more static as my face reforms, my eyes back into a single space as my senses shift and become almost muted by comparison.

I groan as I stand up, taking stock of myself. My arms and legs seem to work fine, and look right, but then when I look down at my chest, I notice that things are wrong. My navel is gone, replaced with a small metal keyhole. Then my gaze follows downwards to my crotch, and I let out a short cry of shock. My cock and balls are there, but they are made of plastic. They’re not even in the shape of my hardon, but of my soft cock nestled against my balls, tight against me. My hands go down to the plastic bulge and touch it, gasping at the sensitivity of it. I can feel every touch and caress, amplified a hundred times over, and yet it is made of hard, unyielding plastic.

I see Bryan standing upright beside Max now, but he looks different as well. His whole crotch now just has a pair of gigantic balls hanging from it. Each is easily the size of a melon in a huge, wrinkled sac. There’s no sign of a cock, but there wasn’t one before. Max stands up, and he looks more or less the same dickless guy he was before.

“Fuck! Come with me, both of you. I’ll see if I can get you guys sorted out,” the stranger says as he gestures for the door.

We move through the bathhouse as quickly as we can. Max, Bryan, and I are trying our best not to attract too much attention. I probably had it the easiest. In the dim light, it would be easy to mistake the black plastic of my cock and balls for a regular cock cage. Max isn’t too bad off either: with his flat crotch, probably most guys would just think he’s transmasc or just very unhung. Poor Bryan though has it the worst, his nuts are massive, and he has to keep his hands underneath them to hold them just to keep his balance. He des a weird waddle that only attracts attention.

We make it to the changing room and Max opens the combination lock. He pulls out a change of clothes for each of us. Max and I get dressed quickly, with me suppressing a few moans as the briefs he brought for me rub against my plastic dick. I can see Max shudder as well as I finish getting dressed. Bryan is struggling though; his balls won’t fit in the briefs and the waistband of the briefs is straining just to get over the bottom of them. I’m not sure it is going to hold at all. He pulls his shorts up but runs into the same problem. Finally, he grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist just to cover up enough where we’ll be able to go.

We meet up with the stranger who had fucked Max, now fully dressed in a basic tee and some plain jeans. “Hey, let’s head outside where we can talk,” he says before walking towards the door.

Once outside, we start walking down the sidewalk and to a small area away from the entrance to the bathhouse. “Okay, first I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Kyle.” We nod and give quickly give our names.

He continues: “I know a bit of cock magic and usually use it enhance my fun with other guys. Most guys don’t even notice as it all wears off pretty quickly. Obviously, you guys were using some too, I don’t know what kinky dynamic you guys had going on, but I think our magic got mixed up in there and we just need to find a quiet place to undo it all. I’ve got my hotel room, but if you have a different spot that’d probably work better.”

“Wait, ‘cock magic’? I mean I can kinda guess at what that is, but… are you serious?” Bryan says incredulously.

“Wait, you don’t… what about you two, do you know about it?” Kyle says as he looks at Max and myself. We both exchange a look and shake our heads. “Well, fuck. How did you guys get into that mess in there, then? Is someone else enhancing your fun? I’d have to talk with them.”

“Well, uh, we don’t know who he is,” Max says. “It was a few years ago, Bryan and I got cursed. Bryan pissed off the wrong dude, I guess, and got me pulled into his curse. He made it so we are both dickless but turn into each other’s cocks.”

“Wait, hang on,” Kyle says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You two got cursed by some unknown cock mage years ago. Not only that, he did a full body temporary cock transformation curse on both of you that works both ways?”

“Y-yeah, I guess so,” Bryan says, a little unsure of himself.

“That sounds like some bullshit, but whatever. Let’s go back to my hotel room. I’ve got a few things there that might help me figure out how to get you unstuck. Cursed or not, I don’t want to leave you guys like this,” Kyle says as he gestures to the three of us.

We all head off down the street. Kyle is walking in front, Max and I are walking next to each other behind him, and trailing behind us is Bryan, who is still forced into an awkward waddle by his nuts. None of us is really in the mood to talk at the moment, though there are questions running around my head about this ‘cock magic’ stuff.

About twenty minutes later we come to the hotel. It’s a nice place, definitely more upscale than the regular airport kind I’m more familiar with. We follow Kyle in and follow him to the elevator. He holds his room key up to a reader in the elevator and presses the button for the penthouse. We ride up in an awkward silence.

We step off the elevator into a small elevator lobby. There is only one door in front of us, and Kyle moves over to it and puts a keycard against the door. A short beep goes off and I can hear the lock click open. Kyle swings the door open and gestures for us to enter.

“Welcome to my room.”

“This is pretty fancy,” Bryan says as he moves into the room.

“Yeah, well, I gave the hotel manager the best fuck of his life the other night and he got me an upgrade,” Kyle says as he takes off some jewelry and sets it down on the table. “Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable. I’ve gotta get some things ready so maybe I can figure out how to unravel this mess.”

While Kyle is busy flipping through a book and muttering to himself, Bryan flops down onto the couch. He fumbles around for a moment before he finds the remote and turns on the TV. His legs are spread wide on the couch due to the size of his balls. Max is staring out the balcony window, his face blank. I walk over to Max and slip my arm around his waist and lean my head on his shoulder.

“You doing all right?” I ask.

“Yeah, I guess. This is kinda weird. I should have tried harder to keep you out of this, and now you’ve been changed, possibly forever.”

“Don’t worry about it. You didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Well, it would figure that something would happen. Guys always get changed when I fuck them. It’s why I usually only bottomed. I got caught up in the moment, and Bryan’s little joke backfired.”

“I’m sure this Kyle guy will be able to do something for us. Maybe even find a way to end the curse on you guys.”

The two of us just stand there together, leaning into one another. We’re both a bit exhausted from the ordeal, but neither of us wants to fall asleep in a strange place. After another ten minutes or so Kyle walks over to us with some cotton swabs.

“Hey, just need some of your spit. It should be enough to get some more details on what we’re dealing with.”

Max and I each take a swab and run it through our mouths before handing it back. We watch as Kyle walks over to Bryan and gets a sample from him. He walks back into the other room with the swabs. While part of me is curious as to what he’s going to do, I’m really too tired to put the effort into going over there.

I can hear some strange noises coming from the other room. The soft clink of glass, something being poured into a bowl, the splash of things being dropped into liquid, then the sound of a match being struck. A moment later there’s the whoosh of something being ignited and the smell of something burning. My curiosity gets the better of me and I move over to the doorway to peek inside. Kyle is standing there completely nude, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. His hands are waving over a metal bowl that has something burning in it as his lips move as if saying something, though I don’t hear any words coming from him. The smoke rising from the bowl shifts and curls towards Kyle, encircling him like a snake before drifting lower. The smoke wraps itself around the base of his cock, forming a ring. The smoke collects there and then seems to seep into his skin and vanishes.

Kyle opens his eyes and looks over at me. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Sorry, I heard the noises and got curious,” I replied.

“No worries, curiosity is natural, especially with things this far outside of your normal experience. Come on, let’s get Bryan and we can undo at least some of the damage I’ve done.”

I turn and see Max standing next to me. He had also come with me to watch, but I had been so distracted I hadn’t realized he had followed me. The three of us move through the suite and find Bryan passed out on the couch. His ass is at the edge of the couch, letting massive nuts rest on the floor.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” Max says as he gently shakes Bryan awake. It takes Bryan a few seconds to come to and look at least a little bit awake.

“Well, I have some good news,” Kyle starts off, “I think I can get you guys back to a state where you’ll be able to cum again. I couldn’t crack the details of the curse, but once you’re able to cum again its magic should take effect again as normal.”

“So, you can’t get rid of the curse?” Max asks.

“No. Most curses have some hidden pieces to make it nearly impossible to undo unless you know where they’re hidden. This one is very well hidden; I’ve not been able to find anything but the basic changes that the curse triggers.” I see both Max and Bryan shift at this news, Max visibly deflating.

“So, what are you able to do to help us then?” Bryan asks.

“Well, I can take the three of you and link you together. With the three of you having one shared orgasm, I’m hoping that it’ll serve as a reset of a sort. Hopefully the parts of the curse I can’t see will take over from there, restoring you to your states before my magic got mixed in. From there, you can do what you were doing before to fulfill your curse and get back to some semblance of normalcy.”

“Okay, what do we need to do?” I ask.

“Well, I have the first step ready, a little bit of magic to change your forms some. Not a full transformation, as I don’t want to risk making things worse. Go ahead and get undressed.” Kyle says as he reaches down and rubs his fingers across the tip of his cock, smearing precum onto his fingertips.

The three of us strip down and then he steps towards me, reaching his hand out. As he does the precum starts to glow softly and he smears it onto my bulge. The precum tingles as it makes contact with my skin. He scoops another bit of precum and smears it onto Max’s chest and down his abs. I can see the precum glowing on his chest for a moment as it starts to soak into him. Kyle moves over to Bryan and smears another thick glob of precum onto his balls.

The tingling on my bulge becomes more intense as the precum soaks into me. The black plastic of my bulge starts to fade, shifting to match the color of my flesh. Then the texture of my bulge starts to change, the smooth plastic becoming wrinkled as it changes into my normal skin and hair rapidly grows out from the newly formed skin. It looks like my soft cock and balls, but there is something off about them. The tingling fades away and I reach down to touch my restored package. Once I try to grab my cock, I realize that the change didn’t restore me. My cock and balls are still one solid mass of flesh, my cock fused to the flesh of my ball sac. A little experimenting and poking at it and I realize there are no balls inside the sack and the end of my cock doesn’t actually open. It’d look like my soft cock to someone from a distance, but any closer inspection is going to show that it isn’t real.

Looking at Max, it doesn’t look like he’s any different, but maybe his changes are only internal. Bryan on the other hand has undergone a more significant change. His balls have shrunk, going from the size of melons down to much more manageable tennis ball sized orbs. He stands up, seemingly in relief as he can do so without having to try to carry his nuts with his hands, lest the weight of them hurt him. They’re still hanging low, and pulling him a bit off balance, but at least it seems to be manageable without looking like he needs a wheelbarrow. But even as we watch, they continue to shrink, pulling tighter and tighter against his body until they merge into a smooth bulge on his crotch.

“So, uh… what now?” Max asks.

“Well, now is the easy part. You are each linked together, making up one part of the reproductive organs. Together, you basically have one full set between the three of you, and by working together to get off, you’ll all have one magically charged orgasm.”

“Max, you’re the cock; in function that is, not form. If you start rubbing your body, you’re going to find that it’s very sensitive and you’ll start acting like a cock when you get aroused.” Kyle says as he gestures towards Max.

He moves over to Bryan and says “Bryan, you’re the balls. It’s all internal now, but your body is producing an obscene amount of cum right now, probably a gallon or more.”

Turning towards me, Kyle says, “And Nick, you’re the most important part, the body. You support and link the other two, but also without you they can’t actually orgasm. Since you didn’t have the curse cast directly on you, you were the only one I could use to bridge the gap and allow the three of you to cum.”

“So how do we cum?” I ask, a little incredulous. “Like, how is this supposed to work?”

“Well, the three of you just need to be in close proximity and start pleasuring one another. It may help to physically arrange yourselves like your new roles, but you have to all work together for it to work. I’ll stand back and make sure the magic maintains the connection between the three of you.”

The three of us look at each other a little awkwardly. We’re all tired and not exactly in the mood. Kyle, reading our expressions, waves his hand and I feel a sudden infusion of energy waking me up and making me feel flush as a sudden wave of horniness sweeps over me. I glance over at Max and see his cheeks looking a little flush and assume he’s feeling something similar.

I lean over to Max, and he leans in as well, our lips touching, and he shudders in pleasure. I let my tongue trace along his lips, coaxing a moan from him. I pull back, a long strand of sticky precum connecting my mouth to his. All his muscles are flexed, the crevices between them standing out and his back arches backwards slightly away from me. I pull him back towards me and continue making out with him. I feel an arm snake between me and Max and open my eyes to see Bryan there. His arms are encircling Max, stroking up and down Max’s torso. It’s clearly working as I can feel another surge of precum come from Max’s mouth, some going into my mouth, while most runs down his chin and onto his chest. Bryan is grinding his groin against Max’s leg, and I start doing the same feeling a gently wave of pleasure running up my spine.

As the three of us continue making out and grinding against one another I can feel a shift somewhere deep inside me. Gradually I become aware that I can feel Bryan’s arms stroking Max’s torso as if they were fingers stroking my cock. At the same time, I can also feel the sensations on Bryan’s arms. I lean into these sensations, getting lost in the pleasure, letting it all run together. I open my eyes but realize I’m looking at myself and Bryan. It dawns on me that I’m looking through Max’s eyes and blink, finding my view instantly shifting back. My lips kissing my own nipples as my other lips are spread, kissing one another. I can’t keep track of which sensations are coming from which body. I’m dimly aware of the minds of the other two in here with me. All of us lost in the mix of pleasure.

We feel so good, everything is pleasure, and it is overwhelming. Our arms, fingers, lips, and tongues all working on concert to bring pleasure to us. We can feel our balls start to tense up, bringing themselves closer to our body. Our cock surges with pleasure, swelling in hardness as our combined orgasm surges through our bodies and washes over our minds. Our first volley of cum fires from our cock’s mouth, arcing high into the air. Some of it splatters against the ceiling, while most lands somewhere behind us. Another volley goes and then another before the individual sensations are lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

A virtual eternity of pleasure passes before our orgasm winds down. Slowly we come down from the orgasmic high. Gradually, our minds disentangle themselves and we becomes just me again. I open my eyes, back to my normal perspective, panting heavily as I try to regain my sense of self.

“So, did it work?” Max asks as he looks around, his voice a little rough. We look the same as before we started that intense session. The large puddle of cum on the floor and clinging to the ceiling a testament to just how intense it was.

“No, nothing’s different,” Kyle says, his brow furrowed as he tries to figure out what happened. “The curse should have reacted in some way to your shared orgasm. Even if it wasn’t perfect, it should have done something.”

I hear Bryan mutter something, but I can’t make it out. “What did you say?” Max asks.

“I said that there is no curse,” Bryan says, looking downwards and away from the rest of us. His left arm is grabbing his right bicep, looking ashamed.

“Wait, there’s no curse? How can there be no curse?” Max says, getting more upset as he speaks. “You told me we were cursed years ago! We’ve been turning into each other’s dicks this whole time. If there’s no curse, then what the hell is it?”

“I- I wanted to be close to you. I’ve always wanted to be close to you, but you didn’t like me like that. I thought, maybe if we were linked somehow, that we’d develop a real relationship.”

“Wait, is that why you turned Nick into a cock cage? Because you were jealous? What the fuck!? So how did we get ‘cursed’ then?”

“I met a cock mage at a bar one night. Paid him a few grand to put a spell on the two of us and make it permanent.”

“What the fuck dude! You should have talked it out with me. I… thought you were uninterested in me, so I wrote you off,” Max says as he talks to Bryan. He turns towards me gesturing, “Then when I found Nick it was so hard because I had feelings for the both of you.”

I didn’t know how to feel about any of this. My boyfriend is standing here in front of me, confessing his love for another man—a man who has been his dick every time we’ve had sex since we met. I know I should feel angry, but somehow it doesn’t really bother me.

The two of them share a long hug. Suddenly, Max seems to realize that I’m in the room, breaks the hug and looks at me “Nick, I—I’m sorry. I should have been honest with you from the beginning about my situation, both in terms of the curse and about Bryan. And Bryan really should have been more honest about everything. I understand if you want to break up, though.”

“Don’t worry about it. Somehow it just feels right that it ended up like this. Bryan may have lied, but he can make it up to both of us, I’m sure,” I say as I step forward into a 3-way hug with the other two.

Kyle clears his throat across the room, dragging our attention to him. “I’m glad that the three of you seem good with each other, because I have some bad news. It’d be complicated to explain in detail, but just suffice to say without a bona fide curse to reverse and restore you back to how you were, what you’re like right now will be more or less your permanent state. The changes I did are tied to what I thought was the curse, but from what you’re saying now it’s more likely that it’s made the change that Bryan paid for permanent. If I had known going into this, I might have been able to undo it all, but now you’re stuck like this.”

“You know what, I think I’ll be able to live knowing that my boyfriend’s a cock,” I say and lean in, kissing Max and Bryan.

 

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