Page 7 of Tantalized by the Cursed Statue

Work that night is a slog. Even though his shift ends early at midnight, Nathaniel can’t bring himself to venture back through the graveyard.

It’s not that he’s too scared or too weirded out by the vibrating cage. It’s more that he can’t bring himself to face the statue’s disappointed gaze.

As soon as he walks into his house, exhausted, he throws his stuff onto his kitchen table and collapses into bed. Sadness and frustration settle deep in his stomach.

This curse is a tricky, slippery thing. At first, he thought the hardest part of undoing it would be the physical challenge, but now he’s not so sure.

The statue has been hardened by betrayal.

It’s made him stubborn enough to refuse help from a boy who may turn around and scorn him for loving other men.

If Nathaniel wants to gain the statue’s trust, he’ll have to prove to him that he has good intentions—that he’s not helping him out of pity or for cheap thrills.

That he actually wants what the statue can give him.

He needs to remember that there is a real, living man inside the stone. A man who can feel his touch, and when Nathaniel had stammered out that he was straight…

Well, obviously, that had been a shitty thing to say to the man he swore to help. (Especially when they both know he’d tried to fuck himself on his big stone cock.)

The statue didn’t ask to be paralyzed in stone. And just because OMR feels guilty about it now doesn’t change the fact that he’d betrayed him all those years ago.

Stupid fucking OMR. He had a perfectly amazing Dom boyfriend, and he threw it away for what? Because he was afraid the town would think less of him if he came out as gay?

Nathaniel’s face twists.

He needs to figure himself out, and he needs to do it now. If he doesn’t, the statue might assume he’s a big homophobic loser, and Nathaniel will never find love and he’ll end up a withered, creepy old man just like OMR.

But it’s not easy for Nathaniel to understand why he wants the things he does. He’s trapped in this confusing, jumpy body. He’s too tall and too nervous to make sense to anyone. For some inexplicable reason, his cock only feels safe when it’s caged in metal and locked beyond his own control.

There’s a simple explanation for all his confusion, though. When he lets himself breathe through his fear, it settles into him with a forceful clarity.

He’s gay. He’s a kinky gay guy.

Nathaniel lets out a shuddering breath, glowing with heat from head to toe. It feels so completely true that he can’t even come up with a way to deflect it.

Even though it’s scary, he’s ready to change the way he sees himself.

He wants more than anything to prove to the man that he can be a good boy.

His good boy. And if the whole town finds out?

Well, he’s fine with that, too. He wants to be a better beloved than the one the statue had before.

The idea of surrendering himself to him makes the world more colorful.

But physically, his body won’t yield. And unless he can get this gigantic shaft to fit up inside of him, he’ll never break the curse.

He rolls over onto his side and stares at the big stone dick. It towers over him, no smaller tonight than it was the night before.

Well, he can keep feeling sorry for himself, or he can get to work.

Taking hold of it, he spreads his thighs, hitches his hips up, and gives it a shove.

Nope. No.

Maybe with the lube?

Ow. No, not even with a ton of lube.

Then how?!?

With increasing desperation, Nathaniel tries and fails to shove the stone cock inside. And the more he fails, the lower his stomach sinks. He can’t help but grimace as his memory churns up all his most awkward interactions with the statue.

He knows exactly how the statue sees him now: just one more idiot boy who’s prepared to make all kinds of excuses rather than acknowledge his attraction to him.

And based on his actions thus far, he’d be right.

Nathaniel lets in a sharp gasp. What if he can’t help the man after all? What if he can’t break his stupid curse, and the statue stays frozen in the worst moment of his life?

Great, now he’s crying.

And as his tears roll down his face, they fall onto the dick and turn it into flesh.

He stares down at it.

Then he lets out a manic laugh, which is really the only sane reaction a person can have to finding out that their tears turn dicks real.

As Nathaniel’s tears fall, the cock becomes warm and velvety and lifelike, and it even smells good. Masculine and salty. Holding it up to his face, Nathaniel can’t help but give the tip of it a little lick.

And then it twitches. It spasms in his hands, and a warm feeling crawls over Nathaniel’s skin. He can’t help but give it another lick. A bead of precum appears at the tip.

Nathaniel licks that off too, his face burning. Because he knows the statue can feel all of it, every lick and suck.

Does this mean it fits now? He parts his thighs, lines it up, and…

Ouch. No.

It’s still too big to fit. Fuck!!!

But as he gazes down at the warm, taut flesh, he has an idea.

If his tears turn the dick real, then maybe…

Grabbing his water bottle and shoving it against his face, he begins to push, prod, and twist at his own body, trying to find the most painful parts of himself.

It’s not long before he finds out that his nipples are really sensitive. Pinching them makes his cock throb painfully against the bars of the chastity cage, which is actually really helpful.

He squeezes his nipples between his fingertips, collecting the tears in the water bottle. But it’s not enough. His hand travels lower.

He squeezes his balls, grunts in pain. His caged cock kicks against its prison, and even though he’s crying, the pressure of it feels strangely good.

Especially when he imagines the statue tying him down and playing with his nipples and balls, pinching them inside his stony grasp, teasing him and making him churn with need.

It hurts to squeeze his balls, the kind of hurt that has him spasming inside his cage, but it’s still not enough.

So he plunks the stone cock down on the floor and sits on it, trying to push the tip of it inside.

The fact that he can’t get it inside really makes him cry, hard gasping sobs with snot running down his nose, and he shouts with victory as more tears spill into his water bottle.

He rocks back and forth, trying to find an angle that will accept it, but it’s not happening.

As much as he wants to take it in full, every tiny shove deeper makes him grimace with nope and too much.

Resigned, he lifts himself off the tip of the gigantic stone phallus.

His face is nice and wet with tears, and he scrapes the mouth of the water bottle over his hot skin to collect every bit of moisture. Then he goes to the tap to fill it up the rest of the way.

Nathaniel is going to drench this massive stone man with his tears, and then he’s going to save him.