Page 11 of Tantalized by the Cursed Statue

Nathaniel laughs deliriously.

He’s locked in a cock cage and chained up in a spooky mausoleum, cradled in the hold of a former statue who somehow double penetrated him, and all he can think is this is the happiest day of my life.

When he can manage to move again without being riddled with blissful aftershocks, he rolls onto his back and looks up at his Dom.

Martell gazes down at him, a smile on his lips.

“Is the curse broken?” Nathaniel whispers.

“The transformation is taking its course,” Martell answers, picking up Nathaniel and squeezing him to his warm, hard body. “We’ll need to give it time.”

“Right on,” Nathaniel says dizzily. He nuzzles Martell’s thigh, feeling sticky and used and so incredibly good.

Honestly, Martell is not much different in human form. His chiseled muscles ripple underneath his firm, smooth skin. He’s as solidly built as ever. And between his thighs, that entirely-too-enormous part of him is rock-hard and ready to go again.

“Um…” Nathaniel swallows, giddy and overwhelmed. “Do you need anything?”

Martell laughs. “You’re such a good boy. Right now, I need you to let me take care of you.”

Working carefully, he unbinds Nathaniel, inspecting his skin for chafing and even parting his cheeks to make sure his hole isn’t damaged.

Nathaniel already knows he won’t find anything to be concerned about.

All his chains and his teasing have done the impossible: allowed Nathaniel to relax, to surrender.

Nathaniel would like to do it all again as soon as possible, but his body has other plans. He’s stupid and floppy and exhausted.

Gently, Martell gently picks him up. Nathaniel groans happily at the zing of his sore muscles.

As he’s carried out of the mausoleum, dawn is beginning to break: deep purple clouds and a brisk fall wind that rushes through the trees.

He presses his face against the roundness of Martell’s shoulder, astonished at being carried so effortlessly. He’ll probably never get over it.

* * *

Later that day…

Martell’s shovel clanks, hitting something firm and solid in the ground. As Nathaniel helps him clear away the dirt, a large buried chest takes shape.

This is so cool, Nathaniel thinks. We’re out in the middle of nowhere. We’re like pirates.

Slipping the chastity key from around his neck, Martell pushes it into the keyhole and unlocks the large chest. After undoing the clasps, he swings the lid open.

Then he glances at Nathaniel, giving him a secret smile. “The Cursed Items of Torment, as you like to call them.”

Nathaniel’s eyes go wide as he peers into the large box. Gleaming metal shines up at him: cuffs, chains, clamps, and cages. Gags and plugs. Leather straps, floggers, mitts and hoods. These are cruel items. Cursed, twisted items. And they’re all perfectly preserved, ready to be used. On him.

His caged cock gives a needy throb.

“They’re yours, for helping free me from my curse,” the large man says solemnly. “I know these are the kinds of things you like.”

Nathaniel’s face heats up in embarrassment. “Those chains were for a costume…” He’s still not completely comfortable talking out loud with another human being about his kinks. Even his incredibly handsome Dom, who seems to understand all of Nathaniel’s darker needs.

“They make you cum when you’re bound inside them,” Martell says warmly, making him blush even harder. “You’re just that kind of boy. And now you have many, many of them. They are worth a great deal.”

Nathaniel’s breath catches. Though he understands the gesture, it doesn’t seem right for him to have these things.

He doesn’t like the notion of being rewarded for something he wanted so badly anyway.

And he really doesn’t want Martell to think he’s ready to sell all of his treasures just to make a quick buck.

He clears his throat, looking up at the man. He doesn’t want to seem too desperate, but he has to know. “You’re staying with me…right?”

The large man gazes back at him, his expression as stony and hard to read as ever. “You’ve broken my curse. This is not nearly enough to repay you, but it’s a start. You deserve all of it, and I hope you take it.”

“But…okay, don’t get me wrong, all these things are awesome. But they aren’t worth anything if you’re not the one using them on me.”

Martell blinks. “I didn’t want to assume. A boy as sweet and special as you must have many admirers…perhaps a lover or two.”

“No,” Nathaniel says firmly. “Just you. It’s been you since my first day of college, when I cut through the cemetery and saw you standing there.

I always imagined it would be you. Don’t you see?

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t even care if everyone knows it. In fact, I want them to.”

The huge man swallows, looking away.

“Sorry…” Nathaniel stammers, feeling silly. “Sorry if I said something stupid.”

“Don’t apologize.” Martell looks at him in shock.

“Why would you be sorry for telling me that?” He takes hold of Nathaniel and squeezes him close, laying a kiss on the top of his head.

“I’m just…surprised. All those years I was frozen, I wondered if I’d ever make someone feel the way you’re saying you feel with me.

I can’t get over the fact that you want me—I guess I’ll need some time to believe it.

You’re so much better than I ever imagined. ”

“Really?” Nathaniel’s chest squeezes tight. “I’m nothing special.”

“You’re wrong about that.” Martell’s gaze turns stern. “I’ve always considered myself unlucky with my desires. Even before I was cursed. But I’m starting to realize that my curse was a blessing. It means we found each other in time.”

Nathaniel nuzzles his face into Martell’s warm neck. “Can we be cursed together?”

His laugh rolls through them, and Nathaniel can feel the hammering of his pulse against his cheek.

“Yes,” Martell answers. “As many curses as you want, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Their lips meet, and Nathaniel surrenders to the rock-solid hold of his embrace. It doesn’t seem possible, but Martell understands him on an instinctive level. He knows why Nathaniel wants to be cursed, bound and tormented. He’s ready to meet Nathaniel’s darkest urges with his own.

Martell tightens his hold, giving Nathaniel a taste of his full strength. It’s just the beginning.

The nervous tension in his chest eases, and he lets go of his fear.

~The End~