Page 4 of Tantalized by the Cursed Statue

Nathaniel wakes up to a strange yearning feeling in his groin.

A hot, pulsing compression of his manhood.

It feels really good. He snuggles deeper into the sheets and presses his hips into the mattress, straining to feel even more of that yearning urge.

It’s the kind of morning-horny that makes him a little dizzy and lightheaded.

A submissive kind of horny, like he’s being held from behind by someone larger and stronger than him.

The ache of it trickles down his spine, incredibly gooey and soft. He falls back to sleep with the sensation of a huge hand cradling his dick, keeping it contained and secure.

A minute later, his eyes snap open wide. His dick is vibrating.

His dick is vibrating, and it can’t get hard.

Flopping onto his back, Nathaniel peeks under the covers to find the metal cage trapping his erection, and lets out a yelp.

Then he sees the giant glistening cockshaft looming over his bed and lets out a louder yelp.

His caged cock gives a giant throb, his body flails and scrambles, and he falls off the other side of his bed.

What the fuck? What was his horny self doing last night?

He slams his eyes closed, and it all comes rushing back.

The disaster of a party. The graveyard statue calling out his name. Scrambling away in fear and dropping all of his stuff. OMR’s nonsense. Finding the cursed artifacts inside his backpack. Locking one of those cursed artifacts onto his dick.

Seriously, what was he thinking?

Did he actually find a secret message on the dick? A dick message?

He peers over his bed at the enormous stone rod. He’s afraid to touch it, but he needs to get to the bottom of this. So he sneaks over and peers down at it, slowly, carefully, like it could be poisonous.

Only the man who can take the statue’s flesh in full and spill in the grip of torment can break the curse.

So obviously that’s all bananas. He knows it’s all bananas.

But if it is real, then logically that would mean that he needs to take all of it inside of him to break the statue’s curse.

The whole entire immense stone shaft of it, every girthy inch.

It’s much more likely to destroy him than break any kind of curse, so clearly that’s never going to happen.

And somehow, that’s only part of it. He needs to take all of the statue’s flesh AND spill in the grip of torment. Does that mean he has to put his dick in the statue’s hands, have him rub Nathaniel off with his stony fingers? That seems like a rude thing to do to the statue.

But if the taking his flesh in full part relates to the giant cock, then spilling in the grip must relate to the cock cage. Maybe he has to cum while wearing the cage? And taking the statue’s dick at the same time?

But his hole can’t even take the tip of the monster cock. It doesn’t stretch that wide. And if he can’t find a way to shove it all the way inside, then he can’t break the curse…

He pushes the palms of his hands into his eyes. He’s not supposed to be throbbing-hard inside a tiny chastity cage, thinking about getting fucked by statue cock. His dick isn’t supposed to be leaking precum like a faucet. Why is his body so ridiculous?

It’s all just a giant prank, anyway. There’s even a way to prove it.

If this really is the statue’s cock, it will be the same exact kind of marble. He can check tonight on his way to work.

He’s not going to freak out. It won’t be scary to be in the statue’s presence, because the sun will still be out.

Picking up the key to the cock cage, Nathaniel scowls down at it like it’s a puzzle he needs to solve. It would be weird for him to stay locked in chastity while he has no idea who is controlling the vibration, right?

On the other hand, the tickles of frustration are making him so gooey and warm. Unlocking it would be the waste of a good cursed object. He can always take it off and cum later. The tease of it will make his climax even better.

So he slides the key into his backpack.

But even though the key is dealt with, the cage continues to quiver around his swollen dick. It urges him to unlock, stroke himself off, and cum right now.

It’s more than that, though. He wants to be full. He wants to be so full of cock that he can’t think of anything else. And he wants to break the damn curse.

No one has to know.

So before Nathaniel gets dressed, he lubes the cock up again and tries to push it inside. He jabs himself from one angle, then another, trying to find some give to his body.

It actually makes him angry, how tight his hole is. He can’t even fit the mushroom head inside. And the more he jabs, the tighter he seems to get.

Taking the entirety of it seems hopeless.

In a fit of frustration, he washes off the tip and tries swallowing the cock, but he can barely fit it in his mouth. As soon as it reaches his gag reflex, his body convulses as it rejects it.

Snarling, Nathaniel throws the cock down on the bed, flustered and annoyed. The cage is a warm, incessant buzz around his dick, forcing him to think about everything he can’t have.

At that moment, Nathaniel makes a vow.

It may not be today. But someday soon, he is going to fit the entire cock inside of himself and break the statue’s curse.

Even if it seems impossible now.

Even if it changes him in mysterious and sinister ways.