"Painting your dolls again?" Dom was a college jock. At 5'8", 23 years old, he was trim, muscular, and rather hairy. He crossed his arms and glared down at Colin as he leaned against the doorframe.
Colin sighed, but kept painting. "They're figurines! How many times do I have to say it?" Colin worked as a barista. He was also 5'8", but he was 26 years old and had an average, slightly chubby physique, with little to no body hair.
They were roommates. They didn't get along well.
"Whatever, dude. Just wanted to let you know that I'll be barhopping tonight."
"I don't want to go with you."
"It wasn't an invitation."
"Cool. So you won't be here to mock my figurines?" Colin said sternly.
"That's right. And could you take 'em out of the living room? When I bring a chick over they'll think I'm into that nerdy shit."
"Since when do you bring chicks-" Colin was interrupted by Dom slamming his door shut.
"- over." Colin returned to painting his figurines. "Whatever, douche." he grumbled to himself.
A while after Dom had left for the bar, Colin was sitting in his room browsing his favorite figurine-painting subreddit on his laptop. He'd always been a big fan of figurines, which wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for his roommate Dom.
Colin tried not to let bullies like Dom get on his nerves. Still, all the offhanded comments about how lame his hobby is have been adding up, and they've been making him feel insecure.
As Colin kept scrolling, he got a peculiar ad. It took a while to lead properly, but when it finally loaded it showed a graphic saying "Fight the bullies at www. FuckBullies. com!"
Colin never clicked on ads. Really, who clicks on ads? Yet something compelled him to click on this one, and before he knew it, he was on the homepage of FuckBullies. com. The top of the page read:
Fight the bullies… with the power of hypnosis! Simply make the bully watch one of our videos, and watch as your bully suffers comeuppance!
Below this were plenty of files, all with the file extension ".mp4".
There was a bizarre list of options. WetTheBed.mp4, NeverExercise.mp4, CompletelyShaved.mp4, and so on. One that intrigued Colin was ConstantProduction.mp4. After clicking on it, Colin was greeted with a short description.
ConstantProduction.mp4 is a curse. Whoever views it produces way more cum than usual. Hormones will change in the body and cause testicular growth, and the subject will have the urge to cum frequently. Going only a couple hours without cumming will result in leaking cum. WARNING: effects are permanent.
This made Colin laugh out loud. There was no way that this was going to work. Colin didn't even believe that hypnosis was real, let alone that it could affect biology to this extent. Still, Colin wanted revenge on Dom. After thinking it over, he clicked "download" and was greeted with a prompt:
"Make sure to read our terms of service!"
It was one of those terms of service that you need to scroll through before you can click "I agree." Presumably this makes people more likely to actually read it. So, naturally, Colin scrolled through without reading and clicked "I agree."
His screen went white, and Colin found himself spacing out. When he came to, he was on his email home page.
Colin wondered to himself whether he opened his email while spaced out or if the site opened it on its own. He was weirded out, but then he saw a new email from FuckBullies. com. It was ConstantProduction.mp4.
Thinking about it, he thought about the best way to get Dom to watch it. He figured the best way was to change the file name, download it onto his phone, and send it to Dom directly. So, he did just that.
When he was done, Colin reclined in his chair and chuckled to himself. Curses? Hypnosis? Really? He was glad that he sent the file to Dom, though. After all, if it did work, Dom would finally get what he deserved for making Colin feel insecure. And besides, what's the worst that could happen?
Dom drunkenly staggered out of his Uber and into his apartment building. As he meandered through the halls, he came to realize just how drunk he'd gotten that night. "Damn, haha. What a fuckin' party." When he finally made it all the way to his apartment door, he fumbled around with his pockets until he felt his phone buzz. He had a message from Colin.
"The fuck does that twerp want?"
He opened the message and was greeted with a white blank screen. His vision began to blur and his mind started fogging until he became totally spaced out while staring at his phone.
When Dom finally came to, he felt like he'd only been spaced out a moment, but he had actually been standing there in the hallway for about 10 minutes. Remembering what he was doing, he closed out of that message and fished his keys out of his pocket. Then he stumbled into the apartment, entered his room, and crashed on his bed with all his clothes still on.
Dom woke up to the blaring of his alarm. He shut it off and was about to get out of bed when he noticed something weird. His crotch was wet.
"Ah, fuck. Was I that drunk?" Wondering if he'd pissed himself, he shucked off his comforter and unzipped his jeans to find that his underwear was soaked through! It didn't smell like piss, though. He rubbed his hand over it. It was slick.
"Cum?" Dom had never had a wet dream before. "That's so freaky. Guess I should have jacked off last night." His balls felt full, too.
He breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't wet himself. Dom struggled to remember the events of last night. He remembered doing shots with his buddy Eric, and he remembered the babes at the club, but not how he got home that night.
He started absentmindedly stroking his 5-inch cock through his boxer-briefs and felt himself getting harder. Damn, I'm horny! Might as well jack off. I have a little time before class. Dom thought to himself. He started jacking it in his bed. Normally he'd watch some porn as he jacked off, but it felt so good this morning. Maybe it was the slick cum that made it feel so much better. Either way, it really didn't take much to send him over the edge. "Mmm, fuck!" He shot a couple of thick loads over his hairy abs and chest.
"Damn, I must have been pent up!" It wasn't anything crazy, but it was definitely slightly more cum than usual.
With that taken care of, Dom started to get ready. After taking a shower, he put on boxers, a v-neck t-shirt, and finally his skinny jeans, which seemed tighter around the crotch than usual, like his balls were being crushed. He couldn't really tell, but his balls were about 10% bigger than they were last night, going from an inch diameter to about 1.1 inches. Not thinking much of it, he left his room to grab a small breakfast.
Colin was in the kitchen eating cereal when Dom entered. Colin tried to ascertain any differences in Dom's appearance or demeanor as Dom grabbed some bread from the pantry, but he couldn't notice anything out of the ordinary. If anything, Dom looked more chipper than usual.
Dom didn't bring up the text message Colin had sent, and Colin wasn't keen on starting a conversation, so neither of them spoke as Colin scrolled on his phone as Dom got his toast and left.
Dom was focused in class. The professor was lecturing about the determinant of a matrix when Dom felt a sudden sensation around his cock. It was a stirring sensation, and he felt a warm pleasure begin to emanate from his balls. It caught him so off-guard that he let out a slight moan, which he quickly covered up with a cough.
What the hell was that? He thought. Reaching down under his desk, he brushed his hand against his crotch to investigate. His dick was still soft, but it pulsed as he brushed it. His balls felt full again, like he was pent up. He felt like he needed to cum.
Ugh, but I just came! He thought to himself.
He steeled himself and forced his focus back to the lecture.
All throughout his classes, the sensations persisted. By lunchtime he was really having trouble focusing. His balls felt so full and tender. He just wanted to jack off so badly.
He was standing in line at the food court when he saw a table full of cute girls. One of them kept glancing his way. Naturally, Dom flashed a smile back. The girl leaned into her friend and said something, which caused her to turn around. She glanced up at him, then down at his crotch, then stifled a giggle as she turned away.
Looking around, Dom also noticed he was getting stares from other passersby as well. Looking down, Dom saw the cause of all the attention. A wet spot the size of an apple had formed at his crotch. Dom's heart sank as his face grew hot with embarrassment. He rushed out of the line, straight for the men's room.
In one of the stalls, Dom peeled down his skinny jeans. Instantly, he felt a relief in his balls. He hadn't realized how much they were being crushed by his pants. He also found that the front of his boxers were getting soaked, and the fabric had soaked through so much with cum that it was starting to drip into his pants.
"What the fuck?" he whispered quietly to himself in the public restroom.
Peeling off his boxers, he inspected his dick. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't fully soft either. As he watched it, he could see a tiny trickle of cum leak out of it little by little. He felt like he needed to cum so badly.
What if I just jerk off in here? He thought. The urge to cum was intense. As he thought about it, he started to visualize it in his head - jacking it, spraying his load. His dick grew more and more erect as he got carried away by the thought. After a couple minutes, he snapped out of it and shook his head, repulsed by having even thought of jerking off in a public restroom. He was actually considering jacking it in public! That's so pervy!
Instead, he left the bathroom and headed home. He'd planned on going to the library today to study for tomorrow's exam, but that would just have to wait. The first thing he was going to do when he got back was go to his room and jerk off. He hoped that that would get it all out of his system and then he would go back to normal.
The walk home was agony. He walked as fast as he could, completely embarrassed by the wet spot on his jeans. What's worse is that the whole way back he could feel his dick and balls sliding around in his slick pants. Despite his embarrassment, he kept getting hard. The urge to cum was getting unbearable.
When Dom got home, Colin was sitting in the common room touching up his figurines. The wet spot on Dom's pants had grown substantially since the restroom, so he just briskly rushed past Colin to get to his room. Colin caught a glimpse of Dom's pants as he glanced up from his figurines. As Dom slammed his door shut, Colin thought to himself: Am I just seeing things?
When Dom finally reached his room, he was startled to see two of his friends there: Eric and Frederick, playing Halo on his xBox.
Eric turned to see Dom. "Heeeey, buddy! Thought we'd stop by to play some games tonight!"
Frederick turned as well. "Colin let us in again. Hope that's okay."
They both locked eyes with Dom's crotch. Dom's face reddened in response.
Eric stifled a laugh. "Whoa, did you piss yourself?"
Dom tried to play it off. "Haha, very funny. I just spilled some water. I was just going to get changed."
"Sure, bud. Whatever you say." Eric and Frederick turned back around and resumed playing.
Dom quickly grabbed some clothes, making a note to do laundry soon since this was his last clean pair of pants. He then rushed to the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it. He breathed a sigh of relief at finally getting some privacy.
Dom faced his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His crotch stain had gotten much bigger, leaving a massive wet spot on the front of his skinny jeans. It really did look like he'd pissed himself.
Peeling them down, the front of his underwear was completely soaked through. Peeling those off as well, he let loose his dripping cock.
Now that he was alone again, his body was starting to relax and those feelings of unbridled horniness came rushing back. His balls ached like crazy and he just wanted to wrap his hand around his shaft. He needed to wrap his hand around his shaft. Unable to hold back, he slowly grasped his cock. Just holding it in his hand felt so right. He really needed release, and the sensation of grabbing it combined with the need for release was making him hard again. He began to give it slow strokes, relishing the sensation.
Dom was able to snap out of it when he felt a cool sensation on his foot. He let go of his cock and looked down to see that his incredibly stiff cock had leaked onto the cold bathroom tile and formed a small puddle which had spread to his feet. His cock was bobbing up and down as it throbbed and slowly leaked drops of cum onto the tile below.
Dom cursed himself for getting so carried away, but he just had to get release. It was becoming unbearable. He didn't care that he had guests over. His cock and balls ached like nothing else.
Not wanting to make a mess, Dom positioned himself over the sink and started stroking it nice and slow. It felt so good and so right. He watched as cum started dripping into the sink basin with each and every languid stroke of his cock. Suddenly, he felt a mounting sensation in his balls, like he was about to cum. Wanting to hold out just a little bit longer, he stopped his stroking, but it was too late. Once he realized he was past the point of no return, he resumed jerking, trying to milk as much pleasure out of this as he could.
And what a pleasurable experience it was. He couldn't stifle his moan as the first load shot out of him. It flew straight over the sink and hit the mirror, splattering it white with jizz. His next load was almost as powerful, and it also hit the mirror. As his loads got weaker and Dom regained control over his dick, his subsequent loads managed to make it into the basin.
Regaining clarity and snapping out of his stupor, Dom grabbed some toilet paper and began cleaning up the mess he'd made all over the bathroom mirror. It kept leaving horrible streaks, so he had to take extra time using towels and water. All the while, Dom felt embarrassment and shame. Why did I completely lose control of myself there? Am I turning into some kind of pervert freak? When he was finally satisfied, he put on a clean pair of boxer-briefs and a clean pair of gray sweatpants. After washing his hands of cum, he made his way back to his room, thinking that, now that his dick was under control, he could play a couple of rounds before making his friends leave.
Dom sat on the far end of the couch, with Eric in the middle and Frederick on the other end.
"Finally, you're back! Want a beer, bro?" Eric offered Dom a beer.
With everything that had been going on today, Dom cracked the beer open and chugged half of it in three gulps. Maybe the beer and games will help take my mind off things.
What had planned on being a couple matches turned into a few hours of gaming. All three boys were getting rowdy, competitive, and rather drunk. At one point they'd made a bet that the losers had to each buy the winner a 6-pack of beers. It was getting late, and Eric and Dom were tied in victories.
"One more round, winner takes all!" Shouted Eric. He was by far the most competitive of the three.
"You're on!" Shouted Dom. They started the next round. Tensions rose and heat built until the final moment when…
Eric and Frederick groaned in defeat as they lost. Dom leapt up from his seat. "I won! Hahaha! Yeah! Suck it!" He emphasized his point by thrusting his crotch out and pointing to it.
"Bro, you're so drunk!" said Frederick, "You pissed yourself."
"Huh?" Looking down, Dom saw that indeed, there was a small dark stain on his gray sweatpants. He immediately went from being on top of the world to being incredibly embarrassed. His face grew hot, and he froze in place.
Eric buried his head in his hands. "I can't believe we lost to someone so drunk."
"Heh heh, yeah. That's it. God, I'm just so drunk right now, hahaha." Dom tried to play it off as best he could. It's true, he was a little drunk, but he wasn't piss drunk.
"Whatever. I think we should head out. It's getting pretty late." said Eric.
"Agreed," agreed Frederick. "See you around, champ."
And with that, Eric and Frederick left Dom to himself.
Dom shut his bedroom door as soon as they left. He tore off his clothes to reveal that his underwear was soaked again and staining his sweatpants.
"What the fuck? God, this just won't end!"
Grabbing his usual cum rag, he laid back on his bed and began jerking off. His balls ached like hell at this point. He quickly got erect. Cum began pulsing out of his dick, leaving a drop of it in his bellybutton with every heartbeat. Dom barely noticed, lost in the pleasure of jacking off.
With only a few jerks, the sensations built and he was already close to cumming. He tossed his head back and groaned in pleasure as he jerked it. The pleasure mounted as heat radiated from his tender balls. Just a few seconds later, he came, spraying thick rope after rope of jizz onto his hairy abs and pecs. It was a lot more than usual. The first few spurts coated his hairy chest, and then the next few covered his belly. The cum just kept coming. Rope after rope landed on him. Cum started spilling over the sides of him and soaking his sheets.
By the time his orgasm had wound down, he was drained. The experience, on top of his drunkenness, had completely wiped him out. A few moments later, he drifted off to sleep, completely soaked in cum.
After Colin saw Eric and Frederick leave, he needed to confirm what he saw earlier. He'd overheard some of what the guys had been saying. Pissed himself? And that damp spot from earlier…
Approaching Dom's bedroom door, Colin could already hear the distinctive fapping sounds. They sounded wet. The fapping got faster and faster before Colin heard Dom's groan of pleasure.
Damn, that was fast.
No more than 2 minutes after his friends had left, Dom had already blown his load. Quickly after that, Colin heard gentle snores coming from inside Dom's room.
And he fell asleep that fast, too?!
Cautiously, Colin cracked open the door to Dom's room. Peeking in, Colin's eyes widened as he was greeted with a striking scene.
Dom was laying on his back in his bed, completely zonked out and snoring. One hand rested behind his pillow while the other was still grasping the base of his cock. His belly and chest were completely covered with a thick, goopy layer of cum. It was way more cum than could be considered normal. It was spilling off the sides of him and soaking into the sheet beneath him. On the floor beside the bed was a mess of dirty clothes. He could spot underwear that was completely soaked through at the crotch, and the jeans from earlier that looked like he had pissed himself.
No way. It's real.
Colin smiled a giddy smile. He drank in what he was seeing one last time before quietly shutting the door. As he returned to his room, he couldn't help but laugh. It's real! The curse is real! Colin couldn't wait to see how this would ruin Dom's life.
It was quiet in Dom's room when he woke up. The sun was peeking through his blinds and covering him in a warm light. Looking down at himself, he was immediately reminded of the events of yesterday.
Dom's body was absolutely covered in cum. His morning wood stood proudly above his abs. Cum was leaking from its tip and had formed a pool of cum on his stomach, which was spilling off his abs and onto the bed. Under this pool of cum was a layer of dried cum from last night, which completely coated his stomach and chest.
Dom groaned. Why is this happening to me?! He felt gross. Like he needed to shower. But more than that, he felt like he needed to cum. Badly. His balls felt fuller than they ever had.
Suddenly, Dom's eyes went wide and he felt a sinking feeling welling up inside him. Wait, what time is it? The sun was shining through his window, but his alarm hadn't gone off. Peeling himself off his cum-crusted sheets, he got up from his bed. His dick flung some cum onto his carpet as he did so. Trying not to think about the mess or his wobbling erection, Dom found his phone. It was dead. He'd forgotten to charge it. That would explain why his alarm didn't go off. Quickly, he plugged it in. After it booted up, he saw it was 9:05am. His math exam started five minutes ago!
With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Dom wiped himself off with his shirt, put on a fresh one, and put on some new boxers. Looking around his dresser frantically, he couldn't find any clean pants! He cursed himself for not doing laundry. Without a better option, Dom picked up his gray sweats from the floor. The white cum stain on the front had dried, and it was rather obvious. Still, he didn't have much choice so he put them on. Dom reeked, and anyone could tell that there was a questionable white stain over his crotch. However, none of that mattered as he needed to rush to class!
At 9:13 the large exam hall was completely silent except for the scratching of pencil on paper as students worked through the math exam. The exam accounted for 30% of the class grade. A silent tension clung in the air as 99 students focused on the exam. That wouldn't last for long, though.
Dom stormed into the exam hall 14 minutes past the starting time. He gasped and heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. He was sweaty, reeked of cum, and panting loudly in the previously silent exam hall. Already he could feel his boxers were filling with cum.
All the students turned to look at him. For a moment, all eyes were on him, as he stood there as the most embarrassing, shameful version of himself. It was like everyone knew what a nasty pervert freak he was. His face grew red and hot as he became extremely self-conscious of himself. Dom tried to quiet his breathing and, as nonchalantly as possible, he found an empty seat at the back of the hall.
He got weird looks from other students, but after a couple moments most were back to fervently working on the exam. A TA walked up to Dom and handed him his exam.
Dom took a deep breath and began studying the first question. As he did so, the adrenaline in his system began to subside as he thought analytically. He knew this one! When the matrix for a homogeneous system of equations has a nonzero determinant, it means that the system is linearly independent, and the only solution is the trivial solution!
It was nice of the professor to start with an easy problem. However, as Dom moved on to question 2, he suddenly felt a familiar sensation in his balls.
No! Not now! I have to do this! Dom forced himself not to think about how much he wanted to cum, and to focus on the math problems at hand.
By problem 10, his horniness had gotten much worse. Brushing a hand up against his crotch revealed that he'd been leaking into his sweats for quite a while, but he had to keep going. With only a minute left of exam time, he still had much to finish! Even if he felt like he had to cum so badly, he had to get through this!
Sweat was beading down Dom's face as the TA announced the end of the exam. Dom still had a couple problems he hadn't finished. He was the last one writing answers down before the TA took his paper from him.
Frustrated with himself, and embarrassed by the state he was in, Dom headed to the nearest restroom for some privacy.
Thankfully, the bathroom was empty. He stormed into a stall and pulled down his sweats and underwear. His dick was hard as steel and his crotch was completely soaked. Some excess cum, which had been trapped in his boxers, fell to the ground with a SPLAT as he pulled them down. His balls felt ridiculously full, too. Feeling them in his hands, they felt sensitive. They also felt heftier than he remembered them ever being. Inspecting them closely, he confirmed that they were much bigger than before. Closer to the size of 50-cent pieces rather than the size of quarters.
What is happening to me?
Before he could further question the what or how, Dom was struck by another urge. Unable to control himself, he grabbed hold of his dick and began stroking. The pleasure was immeasurable. He couldn't hold back a groan as he felt himself quickly reaching the edge. Cum leaked out of his dick at a heavier rate as the pleasure mounted. An outside observer would think that he was cumming already. What looked like an average load of cum was pouring out of him with every few strokes. But he still hadn't reached an orgasm! However, it didn't take long for him to get close. As he stroked, an intense pleasure blossomed within him. Unable to constrain himself, he let out a lusty moan, and before he knew it he was blowing his load. His jizz sprayed all over the toilet. Rope after rope of jizz shot out of his cock. Dom leaned forward and supported himself on the wall in front of him with his left hand as he jacked and groaned. It was an intense and messy display.
His moans and thrusts lasted a while before his ropes of jizz finally subsided. When he was done, Dom opened his eyes to witness what mess he'd made as he steadied his labored breath. Thick strings of cum clung to all parts of the toilet, with strands extending to the wall above and beside the toilet, and pooling on the cold bathroom tile. He hadn't had the forethought to lift the toilet seat, so none of it went into the bowl. It was like an obscene art project. A perverted pollock piece.
Seeing what he had just done, Dom's anxiety spiked. He quickly got to work collecting toilet paper and wiping the mess he'd made. He felt shame and embarrassment for what he'd just done.
Fuck! How could I have let this happen? What is wrong with me? I'm not some kind of pervert freak, am I?
Dom wiped up what goopy cum he could and flushed it down. There were still unmistakable stains on the wall, and the scent of cum clung to the air. After trying to clean his boxers and sweatpants a bit, he decided to just skip his other classes and walk home.
Dom was relieved to see he was home alone. The first thing he did was peel off all his clothes and start a load of laundry. Then he hopped in the shower. His chest and belly were still caked in dried cum from the night before, and it was nice to finally clean it off.
Dom stayed in the shower for a while, even after he finished cleaning himself. He thought back on the last couple of days, and he felt so out of control. It made him feel pathetic. He used to be so confident in himself and so powerful. Now that's all crumbled down. This sudden perversion was making him feel powerless.
Thinking about this, he began playing around with his member. It quickly got hard. His balls, while they didn't feel as full as before, definitely felt full. They were still abnormally large, too, and they made his dick look small. At least he'd stopped leaking for now.
Playing with himself some more, he came to realize how sensitive his dick and massive balls had become. Even though he had come less than an hour ago, he felt like he was raring to go, like he could cum buckets again, like he just did.
Dom remembered how the bathroom looked after he came. There was cum everywhere! And how good it felt to jizz so much like that. As Dom thought this, he stroked his cock. He started to get lost in the thought, jerking his cock under the hot water as he spaced out. Soon, he felt a building pressure again.
"Wait! Fuck! Already?" Completely unprepared for it, Dom blasted his load onto the shower wall.
Two months later, Dom had learned to cope with his curse.
His balls finally settled on a massive 2.5 inches in diameter each, the equivalent of having two baseballs in his pants at all times, which made skinny jeans a thing of the past. Instead, he began to exclusively wear sweatpants and shorts so his massive balls wouldn't get crushed. He also started wearing jockstraps to keep his balls from bouncing around too much and to minimize his massive bulge.
To cope with his constant cum production, Dom had to start jacking off every 2 hours. If he didn't, he would start leaking cum like a faucet. When he was first cursed, it would take a few hours for the cum to soak through his pants, but now that the curse had reached its final stage the cum soaked through in under a minute. If Dom didn't cum for more than a couple hours, cum would leak out in a constant slow stream. He stopped jerking off in his room and started exclusively jerking off into the shower; his orgasms were simply too big at this point to be bothered to clean - maybe about two liters every time he jerked off. He had also taken to sleeping on towels to deal with the excessive cum he would find himself in every morning.
Jacking off wasn't much of a chore for Dom, though. He really quite enjoyed it. The sensitivity in his dick and balls had grown, and he often uncontrollably moaned when he masturbated. To his dismay, his sexual stamina permanently decreased. Even if he tried to hold it in, he could only last a minute or two before he blew his load, and if he was in a hurry he could easily cum in less than thirty seconds. He even found that, just by watching porn or looking at a sexy girl in public, he could feel himself get close to cumming.
Even when he came every 2 hours, he still found himself getting hornier than he used to. As long as he masturbated regularly, rushing home between classes, he didn't get the urge to cum in public restrooms anymore. Still, he found himself getting hard in public way more than he used to. He'd see a cute girl and instantly get hard, and he could hardly keep from cumming if she smiled back at him.
His social life had taken a huge hit. He didn't go out to bars anymore, and he only saw his friends for brief amounts of time. In between fapping sessions, he mostly just focused on school and exercise. Hell, he'd been going to the gym almost every day the past couple months to put his mind at ease, and it really showed. He was ripped!
In the past couple of months, Dom had also taken time to reflect. When Dom wasn't distracting himself at the gym or at school, Dom would just sit alone in his room and think. He wondered if maybe this was karmic retribution. Maybe he wasn't such a great guy before this, and this was God's way of making him repent. I should be better to those around me, Dom thought. Nicer to girls, a better bro to my bros, a better son, and a better neighbor. Dom was trying to become a better person.
Colin was making things difficult, though. Dom had tried hard to keep his condition a secret from everyone. He had mostly succeeded in this, but Colin had somehow discovered his secret. He'd tease him about it constantly. He was always saying things like: "Another date with your hand, I see," or "Are you gonna try to last a minute this time?" It made Dom feel embarrassed and pathetic. It made him feel shame. It made him angry. Every time, Colin would have this knowing smile, this shit-eating grin, like he knew something that Dom didn't. Like he knew every little detail about his condition. Of course, Dom couldn't prove anything. But Colin was REALLY pissing him off.
Dom just finished his last set of lat pulldowns. Dom had been muscular before, but over the last couple months he'd packed on considerably more muscle. He'd racked up one hell of a sweat, and he could feel his shirt and chest hair clinging to him. He figured he should probably head home, though. As much as he liked getting out of the house, he knew he couldn't stay out for too long. He'd already stayed out longer than he planned. He just didn't want to go back home. Still, he knew that familiar ache in his balls was coming soon, so he had to pack up and leave.
Dom tried not to jostle his sensitive nuts too much as he walked back at a brisk pace. He still wasn't used to walking with what felt like a couple of baseballs in his jock. He was a block from his house when he felt that familiar tingling. He picked up the pace. He really didn't want his dick to leak like crazy in front of his apartment. He fought to ignore his sensitive dick as it grew harder and harder as it wrestled with his massive balls in his jockstrap. He needed to get home to jack off soon.
Dom had barely reached his apartment door when his dick started leaking. Cum started to pour out of his dick and started flooding his jockstrap. His body shuddered from the sudden urge to jerk off. He fumbled with his keys, and they fell on the floor. Flustered, he picked them up and got the apartment door unlocked.
Sitting there, in the living room with his goddamn figurines, was Colin. While Dom had gotten more muscular over the past months, Colin had gotten fatter, going from slightly chubby to chubby. When he saw Dom open the door, cumstain quickly growing on his shorts, he sprouted the biggest, snide, shit-eating grin imaginable. "Did someone have an accident at school today?"
Dom had had enough. A rage had been brewing inside him, and it had finally bubbled over. He stormed over to Colin and his stupid little figurines. He picked one up, threw it on the floor, and squashed it with his foot. When he lifted his foot, the figure was satisfyingly bent and smooshed.
Colin's eyes grew wide in shock.
"Just shut the fuck up, dude! You and your STUPID little figurines! What do YOU know about my day? About my life?" Dom picked up another, dropped it, and squished that one, too.
"You're such an asshole, you know that?" He picked up another, and stomped on that one, too. Cum, which had been filling his jock and staining his shorts, began to drip onto the figurines as well.
"I'm the asshole? Fuck you! You're the asshole here! Do you know how long you belittled me? You picked on me for months! I hope you drown in cum, you narcissistic prick!"
"AAAUGH! FUCK. YOU." Dom tipped over the table of miniatures. All 30 of them came crashing down onto the wooden floor. Dom proceeded to stomp on every single one of them, bending and breaking them beyond repair.
Colin's eyes went wider, but then he cracked a smile. His smile grew and grew until he started to chuckle. Then he started to laugh. A big, bellowing, sinister laugh. "Oh, you're going to wish you hadn't done that."
Dom was creeped out by Colin's behavior, but he stood firm, even as cum pooled onto his shoes and his dick ached for release. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do, huh?"
Colin stood up, laughing. He began walking to his room, still chuckling. When he reached it, he slammed the door shut. His muffled laugh sent a sinister chill down Dom's spine.
"Whatever, creep." Dom stormed into the bathroom to take care of his business.
Even though he was pissed, the urge to jerk off was incessant. He walked into his shower pulled down his pants so his dick and massive balls swung free. He was still fully erect. The thin stream of cum leaking out of his dick quickly made contact with the shower floor. As he jerked, he yet again became overwhelmed by those wonderful sensations. As he swiftly grew closer and closer to climax, he let out a long, pleasured moan. Soon, he felt a building pressure in his massive nuts, and he came.
One, two, three, four, Dom tried to count the ropes this time, but he always lost count when the pleasure became too much. He let out another lewd moan as he kept shooting and shooting ropes of cum onto the walls of the shower. He leaned back against the cold wall and opened his eyes to watch his dick keep shooting. It was an impressive sight, even after he'd seen it already dozens of times. After a little while, it finally slowed down and stopped, and he was left with a flaccid dick that had stopped leaking.
In the adjacent room, Colin could hear Dom's moans, and then he heard the splash of Dom's first load hitting the shower wall. Colin's smile grew even wider as he logged into that website, FuckBullies. com. Colin was going to get revenge for what Dom did to his figurines!
The site looked the same as it did last time. In the past few weeks, it looks like plenty of new .mp4s had been added. With ire and revenge burning in his heart, he immediately began to download all the ones on the first page. As they were downloading, he read the descriptions.
HardWhenEmbarrassed.mp4 is a curse. Whoever views it can't help but get turned on when they are put in embarrassing situations. The viewer will also become embarrassed more easily. WARNING: this change is permanent.
PostNudesOnline is a curse. Whoever views it will get spontaneous urges to post nudes online. It will be a nagging feeling that the viewer cannot shake until they post nudes online. These urges will come in random intervals, but occur about once a day. The viewer will also feel the need to put effort into the nudes and to make them look sexy. WARNING: this change is permanent.
GoingCommando.mp4 is a curse. Whoever views it will forget how to wear underwear. The viewer can pick up underwear, but will not be able to remember how to put it on. WARNING: this change is permanent.
Cockslut.mp4 is a curse. Whoever views it becomes enamored by cocks. Looking at, touching, or thinking about other people's cocks will cause the viewer to envision themselves touching, licking, and riding them. This will deeply arouse the viewer, and make the viewer feel like they need something up their ass. The viewer will be more of a cockslut the longer they go without a cock cumming in them. WARNING: This change is permanent.
SizeQueen.mp4 is a curse. Whoever views it will be obsessed with big cocks, the bigger the more obsessed. WARNING: This change is permanent.
Drooler.mp4 is a curse. Viewing it causes changes in the body's hormones that increase the viewer's saliva production whenever the viewer gets aroused. WARNING: this change is permanent.
Colin let out another evil laugh. He couldn't help himself. He was going to make Dom's life hell and Colin was going to relish every minute of it.
Once all the videos downloaded, he opened an editing program and, ensuring that the sound was off on his laptop, managed to stitch the videos together without watching them, so they were now combined into a single hour-long video. Now all he had to do was send it to him.
A few hours later, Dom was naked in the bathroom about to do his bedtime shower/ejaculation when he heard his phone buzz from within his pile of clothes on the floor. He fished his phone out of his pocket. It was a message from Colin.
Will you apologize for breaking my figurines?
What a weird message. Maybe Dom had gone a bit overboard today, but he was still super pissed at colin. Dom responded.
Hell no!
Colin quickly shot back a reply.
You're going to regret that.
A chill ran down Dom's spine. What was the twerp planning?
Dom tossed the phone back onto the pile of clothes and was about to start his shower when he heard his phone buzz again. He picked it back up off the floor and opened a message in the shower.
His phone screen went white and his mind went blank.
For an hour, Dom stood still and stared into his phone. His mind was invaded. His thoughts were altered. It was like Colin's hand had reached out from the phone screen, penetrated Dom's eyeballs, and started tearing apart his brain, dissecting it, moulding it, and rearranging it.
When he finally came to, his eyes felt extremely dry, like he had hardly blinked in an hour. He knew a lot of time had passed, even without looking at the time on his phone, since his dick had begun leaking into the shower at some point, and his feet were coated in cum.
Totally confused, he tossed his phone down and started his shower. What the fuck was that? His mind felt all foggy and groggy. Still, he had an unignorable urge to cum, so he stopped thinking about it and started jacking off. A few moments later he moaned as he came hard and painted the walls of the shower again.
With a fuzzy mind, Dom finished his shower. He wrapped a towel around himself and entered his room.
Laying on his bed was Colin. His thick flaccid dick was hanging out of the fly of his pants.
Suddenly, Dom's mind wasn't foggy anymore. His thoughts were crystal clear as his mind was wracked with visions. He pictured himself touching Colin's cock and watching it get hard. He imagined what it felt like. How soft the head is. How rigid the shaft would feel against his fingers. How it would feel to lick the tip of it. To envelope it in his mouth. It was all very arousing.
Colin couldn't help but smile at the hunk before him. Dom's muscles were wet and glistening. His abs were hard and hairy and prominent. His big furry pecs jutted out from his chest. His arms and shoulders were huge. Dom's towel dropped, revealing his rising cock. It looked small and cute on his hulking frame, rising between Dom's thick quads, and standing above two of the largest balls anyone had ever seen.
Dom felt his arousal building as his focus was transfixed on Colin's thick cock. He felt his mouth start to drool more as he felt himself approach that cock. His body moved closer and closer to the bed. Colin reached down and began wagging his flaccid cock enticingly. "I'm ready to receive that apology now."
For a moment, Dom regained some clarity. Anger started to boil within him and he stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes. He turned his head away, but as soon as he shut his eyes his mind filled with images of that beautiful cock, and he became more and more aroused. He couldn't stay turned away. He had to look at that cock. Approach that cock. Touch it. Suck it. Shove it in his ass. Dom was a total cockslut now. Saliva started filling his mouth as he crawled onto the bed.
"Yeah, that's a good boy. Come here. Suck it." Colin cracked a cocksure grin.
Again, his mind faught itself. Why can't I stop this? Why do I want this? Why do I need this? He really didn't want to suck this prick's cock, but he couldn't stop his body. Already, he was leaning in. The tip was so close. He watched as it started to pulse and come to life, growing more and more erect. Drool started dripping out of Dom's mouth, dripping onto his sheets.
Colin was definitely getting off on this. Getting his bully to suck his cock was beautiful revenge. He felt himself get harder as the man that he'd broken was now literally drooling over him, fighting every urge to suck on his cock. Colin was now completely hard, his 7 inches staring Dom straight in the face.
Dom softly pressed his lips onto Colin's big hard cock. Then, he took the head in his mouth. Something in Dom's brain clicked, and he moaned and started bobbing up and down on Colin's cock with unrivaled eagerness. It felt so huge in his mouth, which turned him on even more. He had trouble taking the whole thing, even after slickening the entire length with his copious saliva. Colin placed his hand on the back of Dom's head and steadied his pace. He ran his fingers through his hair.
This was all so erotic for Dom. He reached a hand down to start tending to his own erection. His sucking and moaning picked up the pace as his pleasure increased. Something about sucking Colin's cock was so incredibly hot. Dom started letting out slutty moans of pleasure. After only a few seconds of this, the pressure in his own cock grew and grew until he came. Compared to his usual orgasms, it wasn't much, but it was a lot of cum by normal standards. About a cup of jizz sprayed from his cock in bursts, soaking into Dom's bedsheets.
Watching Dom cumming and moaning like that started to push Colin over the edge. Dom continued to blow Colin with everything he had, moaning and sucking like a total slut. Colin put both hands on the back of Dom's head as he shoved him down on his dick, forcing it down his throat.
Dom loved every second of it. When Colin finally came, he sucked and sucked, swallowing Colin's load like a pro.
After cumming, Colin shoved his dick back in his pants. With a load in him, and with Colin's dick out of view, it was like a spell on Dom's mind had been lifted. He started to think more clearly. He shook his head and looked up at Colin. Despite the dribble of cum and drool rolling onto his chin, Dom's face was scary.
"What did you do to me?!" Dom was furious. His blood boiled.
Seeing Dom suddenly look so frightening, Colin got up as quickly as he could. He sprinted to his own room, slammed the door and locked it.
Dom was left alone in his room. He should have bolted after that fucker. He should have wanted to beat the shit out of him. Instead, he curled up onto his bed, over his damp sheets, and as the emotions welled up inside him, he sobbed. In his mind, one question rang out again and again.
What did I do to deserve this?
Standing there pressed against the door, it didn't sound like Dom wanted to pursue him. Colin breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, Colin's body stepped forward of its own volition. Colin's eyes went wide. Then his body took another awkward step, and another. Like he was being puppeteered, his body settled into his desk chair. Scared and confused, Colin watched as his hand moved to his computer mouse and navigated to his internet browser. Then, it navigated to his email. It opened a folder he hadn't noticed before. How had he not noticed it? In it resided one email that he'd apparently written himself with the subject "Terms and Conditions." His hand double-clicked it.
I, Colin McAbey, agree that my bully deserves to be punished. This is why I am using a curse on my bully. I also agree that using more than one curse on my bully is excessive and unreasonable punishment. I agree that, if I use more than one curse on my bully, then I myself have become a bully and need to be punished. If this happens, I agree to use all curses I cast on others upon myself, and to never use a curse on another again.
I consent to these terms of service to allow myself to be hypnotized so as to ensure that I abide by these terms.
An eye for an eye has left the world blind.
"No way." Colin's face went pale. His hands moved of their own free will as they clicked on his downloads folder and then his mouse hovered over ConstantProduction.mp4. He took one last fearful gulp before he felt his finger double-click. The screen went white, and his mind began to cloud.
One by one, his body forced himself to watch all the videos he had made Dom watch. When he finished, he felt the crushing weight of remorse. He'd gone too far and had brought this upon himself.