#Hypnovember 2026 - 01 - Cursed

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Trigger warning: non-consensual sex

Keywords: bondage, non-consensual, anal, curse, magic, 1st person, muscle theft

I had the night’s toy in my sling. I took this Irish twink home from the gym locker room after I saw him eyeing up my six-foot ripped body. He was compliant enough when I put the leather gag on him, and when I got his feet into the stirrups. He started trying to twist and buck when I used the my old iron cuffs on his wrists to keep him in place.

I lubed up my cock, seven inches and girthy, then fucked him hard and fast. He looked beaten down and was whimpering as I finished. I even gave him a double bicep flex as I unloaded into him. It was clear to me he was loving it.

I laughed at him, “You twinks are all the same. All you want is a real man with real muscle to use you. You’d never catch me with a dick up my ass.” Of course I didn’t even try to get him off. He was here for me.

My cock softening but still hard in this weak looking twink, I leaned over his now-limp body in the sling and uncuffed his hands. I noticed then that the cold iron seemed to have really irritated this waifish boy’s wrists. I genuinely didn’t care; I wanted him out of my place since I was done. I undid the gag and had just pulled it out of his mouth when he practically spasmed. His legs suddenly wrapped around my hips, pulling my cock further into him.

I was thinking “what a horny slut” when I heard him whispering something.

His arms wrapped themselves around my neck and pulled me in tight so that his mouth was just at my ear. I tried pushing back. When did this waif get this strong?

I thought he was about to bite me but he just kept muttering. It sounded like gibberish to me right up until the very end. “Cuirim an mhallacht seo ort. Má chuireann tú do bhod i nduine éigin, tugann tú do neart ar fad dóibh. You fucking stupid Yank.” And with that, he unwrapped his arms and legs from around me, planted all 4 limbs and shoved me so hard I flew back from the sling and slammed against the wall of my bedroom.

I must have been stunned for a good long while, because when I looked up, he was gone.

I wish.

The next night, after leg day at the gym, I picked myself up a new hole. Several inches shorter than me and had a lot of padding around the middle. I saw him struggling with such piddly small weights, but could tell he was clearly fantasizing about being me. Maybe early 20’s, and he could barely hide his erection in his shorts when he was looking at me doing my squats.

When I was done, I grabbed my bag from my locker and walked up behind him at the dumbbell rack. I leaned over into his ear and I told him, “You have 2 minutes to pack up and get outside and into my car, you’re coming home with me.” For such a fat kid, he moved fast.

After the previous night, I didn’t want to think about the sling. I just needed to nut. So I ordered the kid to just strip his shorts off and get on his back on the bed. So eager was he to please, he jumped right to it.

I shoved my own shorts down enough to pull my cock out. I spit on my hand and gave myself a few strokes and was ready to go. Kneeling on the bed, I pulled the boy’s legs up and had his ankles over my shoulders.

I looked down at this stupid boy, “You’re new to this, aren’t you, kid.”

He meekly nodded his head, and tried to say “Yes” which turned into a shout, maybe a scream, as I rammed my spit-lubed cock at his incredibly tight ass.

“Lying to your muscle god? Not a good idea,” and I proceeded to pound his ass for a good few strokes. When he immediately started to struggle, I had no trouble pinning his arms down. I spit in his face for good measure. “You stupid fat little man. You’re only here for my plea…”

I suddenly spasmed. But it wasn’t an orgasm. Or maybe it was… I suddenly had a flash of the Irish twink’s face from the night before. I could see his face, and hear his voice repeating whatever that gibberish was. And then I felt it.

It was like my cock was suddenly locked in this kid’s ass and I was… not cumming, but something was happening. I could feel something flowing out of me into him through my cock. The look on the guy’s face told me he felt it too. The change that followed happened in mere seconds, but to me, it felt like hours.

This pudgy kid under me, in his plain white t-shirt started to swell. His piddly muscles became swole. His biceps grew, his chest expanded. His t-shirt literally split like watching the Incredible Hulk grow in size. I could feel muscles form in his legs against my chest and in his forearms where I was pinning him down.

But that wasn’t the horrible part. While all that was happening, I could feel this wave of exhaustion flow over me. It was like everything was more difficult - kneeling at his ass, my back felt weak and my forearms were wobbly holding up my weight. The worst was seeing my forearms and biceps deflate. Deflate! The muscles shrunk, and my skin just hung loose.

I watched as years, almost decades, of dedicated effort melted away and flowed through my cock into this pudgy… now a young beast. The guy still had the fat and padding, he had all the muscle of a 6’ gym god packed into a 5’8” frame.

What happened next… that was just adding insult to injury.

My cock popped out of his ass with a schlorping sound, and the spell was broken. My clothes were limp and loose on my body, and I was winded. Looking down, I could see that nothing had changed. My dick was as big as ever.

Looking back up, the boy, now a muscle beast, was grinning at me. His face bore a clear and, at least to me, horrifying intent.

I tried to back away but he grabbed me by the arm and flung me back onto the bed, where he was just seconds earlier. All my strength was gone. I was a rag doll to him. He pinned me down with one arm at my throat while with his other hand he reached down and felt my ass.

“Please, no…” was all I was able to get out.

“‘No’? I don’t think you get to say ‘No’ anymore.” He eyed my nightstand and saw the lube pump sitting there. “But I’ll be more gentle.” Squirting out one pump of the lube, one handed, he first stroked himself hard again, and then worked a lubed finger into my very tight hole. “New to this, old man? Don’t lie to your new muscle god. It wouldn’t be a good idea.” He parroted back my earlier jibe.

I finally paid attention to his cock, noticing that it was at least as long as mine, but thinner.

“Yes.”

He stopped with a finger just barely in my ass and gave my neck a squeeze with the hand holding me down. Not enough to hurt, just to remind me that I was no longer the top man here. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’m new to this.” He squeezed again and cleared his throat making eye contact with me. I finished “...Sir.”

He pulled his finger out and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder. I could see my once massive quads reduced to floppy twigs. And would have stared at them longer, had I not felt this cock pressing at my hole. I tried to clamp down, but even my sphincter muscles were too weak now. He slid in almost without any resistance.

Slow steady pumps for a few seconds, then in short order, I could feel him slamming into me faster. I could feel his belly smashing into my nuts, and his swinging nutsack slamming into my ass as he bottomed out.

I howled, whined, and clawed at the bedsheets as he slammed into my ass down to his hilt and I felt him tense up and heard him grunt and growl. There was no magic this time. No change. Just looking up into his face and seeing that aggressive smile still there.

“My first is always fast. My second takes a while longer. And something tells meyou both have and haven’t earned this.”

Some time later, the guy had grabbed one of my baggier sweatpants and t-shirts from my laundry pile. “These will do until I get home,” looking down, he amended, “and order a whole new wardrobe online for next day delivery.” Looking at me sitting on the edge of my bed, wasted, he commented further. “Looks like you will too. Or at least use a belt for your pants.”

As he moved to leave, he made one last comment, “For someone who has allegedly never bottomed before, it’s a pretty strange tattoo you’ve got tramp-stamped above your ass. But that’s really not the strangest thing tonight.” He pulled the door closed behind him as he left.

I stumbled into the bathroom and angled myself to look, and saw a tattoo, with spiraling out from a small piece of celtic knotwork. “Má chuirim mo bhod isteach i nduine éigin, tugaim mo neart ar fad dóibh.” I searched online, and found out it’s just a simple statement. “If I put my cock inside someone, I give them all my strength.”

I told myself I’d never fuck anyone again. Oh, I didn’t know the half of it.