Page 9 of Tantalized by the Cursed Statue

The kiss goes on for a long time because neither one of them wants to come up for air. Technically, only Nathaniel really needs to breathe, but the growing warmth and sweetness of the statue’s mouth is better than oxygen.

When they eventually break the kiss, Nathaniel is so dizzy that at first he doesn’t understand where the statue has taken him.

Then his heart jumps up into his throat, and he lets out a quiet whine.

The statue has carried him inside the mausoleum. Thankfully, it seems to be empty of anything too creepy. The heavy door stands open, and moonlight streams inside.

“I don’t like it here either,” the statue confesses.

“I’ve been bound to guard this empty place for too long, surrounded by the dead.

And I don’t like knowing you fear it, as you used to fear me.

But I’m about to make you feel so good that we’re going to forget all of that.

When we think back on this place years from now, we’re only going to remember tonight. ”

Nathaniel swallows back his fear, his body kicking into overdrive. The cock cage is still humming like mad around his dick, and he still can’t believe that he’s being carried and held by this insanely handsome statue. It’s so many flavors of awesome he can barely stand it.

But what if Nathaniel is being too squirmy and eager? The man holding him is so solemn, his words a deep rumble. Anxiety ripples through him, and he hesitates, looking up into the man’s eyes, trying to read his stony expression.

“I love how relaxed you are in my arms,” the statue tells him.

Nathaniel’s face burns.

“My name is Martell. What is yours?”

That’s right, they never introduced themselves. Well, and Nathaniel was always too busy running away in fear.

“I’m Nathaniel,” he says shyly.

“You’re beautiful,” the statue says.

“Really?” Nathaniel chokes out. “But I’m so…you know…”

“Gorgeous,” the statue says firmly. “I wish we had more time to get to know each other, but…” he shakes his head. “Things are about to get very weird for you, Nathaniel. Very good, but very strange. I want you to know that you can walk away at any time, and I will be proud of you for trying.”

“Wait—does that mean you’re about to get frozen again? I mean, if we don’t do this soon? Does it all have to happen on Halloween night?”

Martell gently squeezes Nathaniel as the frantic questions spill out of him.

“I will be fine no matter what happens,” he answers. “Breaking my curse requires an unusual amount of…” the statue pauses. “Courage. Which I already know you have in spades. But this also means you must summon the courage to stop me if you need to. The moment you shout three times, I will stop.”

“I get it,” Nathaniel breathes. He never thought he’d be discussing safewords with a living block of stone. And strangely enough, this just makes him burn hotter. Because it means things are about to get even more freaky.

But what will happen if he fails?

“About breaking the curse, though…” Nathaniel stammers. “I haven’t gotten it to fit. Not even a little. I’ve tried really hard.”

“I know how hard you’ve tried,” the statue says, laying a kiss on Nathaniel’s head. “Quite frankly, it’s been driving me mad to feel how hard you’ve been trying. I’m grateful for your efforts, but you need to relax.”

“I’ve tried relaxing!”

“No, you need to be held. You need to give up control, then you’ll be loose enough that I can make you fly.”

Nathaniel actually whines before he can stop himself. That sounds amazing.

The statue gently sets Nathaniel on the floor, then goes over and picks up something.

At the sight of the metal links, Nathaniel’s heart begins to thud. They’re the shackles from his costume.

“Is this what you like? ” The statue asks, hefting the chains in his hands.

Nathaniel blushes bring red. He can’t just admit out loud that he wants something like that. “Um…I’m not sure…”

“They were among your belongings.”

Martell waits expectantly.

Well, Nathaniel doesn’t dislike them. Especially when the statue’s eyes are roving over his body like he’s planning the specific way to bind him.

“Um, yeah.” Nathaniel’s feet shuffle. “I guess?”

“I want a direct answer,” the statue says. A shiver of arousal runs down Nathaniel’s spine at his firm tone.

“Yes,” Nathaniel says, trying to keep his voice steady. “I want you to bind me.” Really, really badly.

“Good boy. Take off your clothes, kneel down, and cross your hands behind your back.”

He lets out a strangled moan. He’s been waiting most of his adult life to hear those words. And as soon as those cold metal links meet his skin, Nathaniel’s body kicks into overdrive. This is actually happening.

Hard, clever fingers run over Nathaniel’s arms and chest, pulling him towards the tension of the chains. Working slowly and confidently, Martell wraps his bindings tight and firm, securing Nathaniel’s arms to his torso and holding him in a kneeling position.

“How does that feel?”

“Mmph,” Nathaniel gasps out, too turned on to answer. He’s never been bound tightly and put into a position from which he physically can’t escape. He just has to put all his trust in the statue to keep him safe. It’s so incredible he can barely breathe.

His cock throbs needily inside its vibrating cage, and he has no possible way of tending to it. The helplessness of it just makes him throb and leak even more.

He knows it’s insane, but he really does feel held , just like the statue said. He feels safe wrapped in the chains, looser and more free.

“ I want a direct answer, ” Martell reminds him. “ Does anything hurt? ”

“No, it feels good,” Nathaniel replies shakily. “Do you think…can you let me cum soon?”

The statue lets out a low rumbling laugh. “ Not yet. Just keep relaxing like a good boy, and I’ll make it better than you can possibly believe. ”

Then he reveals himself. All of himself.

The statue is a whole man, and he is fully rigid and ready to give Nathaniel everything. And Nathaniel wants to take him. Even if they didn’t have a curse to break, he would want him just as badly.

Still, Nathaniel has to let out a nervous, terrified laugh at the size of him.

“I thought the stone dick in my backpack was your…you know.”

“ That is my cock, too .”

Nathaniel chokes. “You have more than one—”

“ As many as you need, Nathaniel, ” Martell says, a dark look in his stone eyes. “ Breaking the curse requires you to take me in full. And that means all of yourself. ”

“At once?” Nathaniel whispers. “Both of your cocks?”

“ I know how much you’ve been practicing alone in your room ,” the statue says with a glimmer in his eye. “ Training your mouth and your throat. You’ve been making progress. And driving me insane at the same time. ”

Oh, shit. The statue isn’t joking—he actually means to do this. Nathaniel is somehow going to take all of him , from both ends. While he’s bound so tight he can barely move.

Suddenly, the chains around Nathaniel’s arms feel heavier, more real. But no less arousing, no less safe.

“ What do you do if you want me to stop ?” Martell asks him.

“I shout three times.”

“ Good boy. We’ll pause, we’ll stop. Whatever you need. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt you .” His firm, stony arms embrace Nathaniel as he leans down to claim his mouth again.

Getting kissed while chained up and unable to move is somehow even better. So much need explodes through Nathaniel’s body that he moans and cries, opening for the statue’s warm tongue. As he squirms inside the hold of marble and metal, his cock throbs painfully hard inside the grip of the cage.

“ Are you ready to begin ?”

Nathaniel takes in a deep breath, knowing the statue wants a direct answer. “Yes,” he tells him.

Martell rewards him with an even deeper kiss, his lips growing warm against Nathaniel’s.

Excitement surges through them both. Instinctively, he wants to wrap his arms around the statue’s wide shoulders, but every time his arms get caught in the chains, it reminds him how restricted he is, and it’s even more delicious.

Dizziness floods his system, helpless throbbing need, and when the statue’s stony finger rolls down the base of his spine to press against his hole, Nathaniel presses back into the prod of it on reflex. The rumble of the statue’s laugh rolls through his body.

As he kisses him, Martell teases him with the pressure of his fingertip, letting Nathaniel writhe against the restriction of the chains.

Then, lightening his touch, he begins to circle his rim, only to suddenly plunge inside, allowing Nathaniel to finally feel the stretch of his fingers.

He probes him deeply, twisting his fingers in and out of his tight rim.

His tongue invades Nathaniel’s mouth, growing ever warmer and more alive. It’s working.

“You see?” the statue says, breaking away to look straight into Nathaniel’s eyes. “You’ll have no problem being taken from both ends—you’re already very good at this.” Nathaniel’s face glows with embarrassed pride.

Those thick, smooth fingers continue to slide in and out of Nathaniel’s hole, fucking him slow and easy. “You’re so incredibly hot inside, taking the stretch of me so well,” the statue says approvingly. “It was killing me, not being able to feel you. So glad I can now.”

Fuck, it’s hot. Nathaniel wriggles forward, fighting against the chains to press himself against as much of Martell’s marble body as he can.

On top of this being the hottest thing he’s ever done in his life, it’s extra-hot that Nathaniel is the first thing the statue has felt in over half a century.

He drives himself down on those stony fingers, wanting Martell to be able to feel all of him.

He’s impatient to break the curse.

Impatient to be allowed to spill. It’s starting to become a real problem.