- The Institution
Mike had been living with Mr. Hurt for almost a week now.
He was not allowed to leave the apartment unless he was sent to go shopping for Master. Yes, he had to call the warlock Master.
The little boy wore a white – almost transparent – thong and nothing beside when inside the apartment. And very short shorts with a tight stringer shirt when outside.
Every morning, Mike got a list of chores to do in the apartment. This included lunch preparation, cleaning and other household duties. Every evening he had to present his groomed body and worship his master. Every night he got fucked in the mouth and ass.
Even though he had started out resenting his new life, he was beginning to feel attached to the warlock. At least he looked forward to both the gentle and the rough contact of worshipping and fucking respectively.
He was allowed to continue his gym training and surf the internet when he was done with chores. That was how he found out that he was now an internet meme. The involuntary porn he had created had continued to spread and come to the attention of mainstream media. A lot of pictures on all kinds of entertainment sites made fun of him.
He hated seeing all of it. It seemed almost unreal, but it was the truth. Strangely, despite the rage he felt about this unfair treatment, it turned him on immensely. But everything did, as the warlock had taken no steps to free Mike from his cock-cage.
The testosterone jamming up in his body and the harder training regimen that Mr. Hurt made him follow was already showing an impact. Mike was slowly growing into a fit, hard-muscled little twunk with a spectacular ass.
"Good news boy," the warlock said as he entered the room.
Mike dropped to his knees with practiced ease to show respect.
Mr. Hurt took off his shoes having come back from seeing a client of his own. Mike crawled up to his feet and placed his head between them, his ass as high as it would go.
"Master, would you like some tea? I have almost completed the list of chores. If there is anything else I can assist you with? Please use me, Master."
The warlock chuckled. "Yeah, I'll have a tea later, but listen, little hole."
"Yes, Master?"
"I've found your next client."
Mike hadn't been used as a curse breaker in a while. He had gotten used to his new life to some extent, but the idea of another fucking like last time still filled him with fear.
"M-Master, I will gladly serve you in any way."
"Good, because I already let them in. Go to the dungeon, little hole. Go."
In the corridor, Mike took off his thong and began stretching his hole with two fingers before he even reached the door. He had gotten used to a routine to make Master's evenings more pleasurable. If he stretched as soon as he anticipated a fuck, he could make the initial pain almost bearable.
His past clients had included things like an electro-mancer who got off on sending shocks into the boy and an elemental who had fucked him with icy dildos.
The boy had also seen the shape-shifter again who had gotten him in trouble at school, and gotten fucked with his own body again, but this time the shape-shifter had enlarged his body-copies dick to increase the pain.
His favorite encounter had been the day he had satisfied an entire pack of werewolfes. The huge, muscular men had the most beautiful musky smell and biggest bodies to worship. Mike had never felt more fulfilled.
Every day he met a client he was torn between shame, anger and enjoyment. While the pain was intense, the sexual satisfaction was too.
How many creatures were they anyway? Was he someday going to get fucked by a dragon? A hobbit? A skeleton?
As soon as Mike entered the room, his vision was blocked by a dark bag over his head. He smelled sleeping gas, just as he heard the front door burst open and then... everything faded to black.
Hours later.
At the institution headquarter Agent G. sat down at the overseer's table.
"Sir, I can inform you that we have successfully apprehended the subject. We have designated the containment Sexual Restriction Protocol SRP-69."
The overseer called up the file on his screen. "I understand there was an SRP-13 at the site?"
"Yes, a warlock of unknown specialization. He was the apartment owner. He escaped after hospitalizing two of my agents."
"How is subject 69 doing?"
"As expected he is a young, little boy, displaying all the predicted signs of what our supernatural informants called a curse breaker. On his own, he had no special abilities. Paired with any supernatural creature he can allegedly alleviate the negative effects of their condition."
"Then I suppose we're keeping him in a regular room?"
"Yes. He is in a room in base Magenta. Just to be sure we keep him naked, with a shock collar. He is wearing a chastity device and has begged multiple times to be released from it."
"Denied, it could he important to his condition. The device stays on. And I want him trained to be obedient to our agents. Use any force necessary."
"That may not be necessary at all. He seems to have greatly overdosed on pheromones from an encounter with an SRP-17 and been mind-controlled by an SRP-19 so hard that he has permanent obedience. He has self-reported a variety of other encounters. For example he had consumed so much ectoplasm from a 44 that he has a cum-addiction now."
The overseer leaned back in his chair. "Since the kid arrived, every sentient creature in our care has requested to use him. If he truly is addicted to cum, we might want to let them use him regularly."
Agent G. frowned. "Every being? Even..."
"Yes, even SRP-01"
"But I don't think... A boy like that would not survive an encounter with-"
"That is not your problem, Agent."
"Yes Sir."
The overseer was lost in thought for a minute. "I guess we should use SRP-53 on the boy."
"I don't have clearance for that object. I don't know what that is, Sir."
"Since you will be responsible for the kid, I hereby grant you clearance. SRP-53 is a plant that oozes a certain sap. If one drop a day is consumed it heals all physical damage and ailments. The boy will feel the pain of brutal sex with our supernatural creatures, but not be killed by it."
Agent G. sat up straight in his seat. "But that's amazing! Why don't we use this sap on everybody?"
The overseer sighed deeply.
"There are side effects. It hampers physical development. The boy will not age physically for the rest of his life, always remaining a little, albeit muscular, kid. Then it also changes the recipient's orgasms, so that they feel like getting kicked in the nuts, only ten times worse. Milking without orgasm has the same effect. And lastly it makes the receiver incredibly bashful. Subjects feel like they're living through the most embarrassing experience of their life if they so much as take off their shirt, let alone be naked."
"The sap will be administered daily, Sir. I will see to it."
"There is one more thing Agent."
"Yes?"
With twitching lips, the overseer turned to his screen. "The boy is famous. It's him in that masturbation video that popped up everywhere. Do we have an explanation for that?"
"He told us it's the fault of a computer program. We have given it the preliminary designation SRP-70. Our programmers are trying to find out where it hides."
"Alright, that is everything."
The overseer waved toward the entrance, but Agent G. stayed in his seat. "Sir, I'm a bit concerned. Won't his hole be too loose to utilize very soon? We're going to have creatures lining up to fuck him, and I suspect more than a few agents too."
The overseer scratched his head. "I guess that's true? Do you know of a way to tighten up a sphincter?"
"Orgasming is supposed to work out that muscle, from what I know."
"Good, whenever the subject is working out at the gym of base Magenta – under supervision of course – you administer SRP-30."
"Um..."
"You didn't have clearance for that? Oh well, it's a magic artefact we confiscated. A dildo that can fuck people from afar, bringing them to orgasm without stretching their ass, since the object doesn't physically enter the person. Let Agent R. use it. He has experience in that area."
"Thank you Sir. I will return to the boy immediately and begin treatment."
Agent G. left to get back to the base where Mike was tied to his hard bed in a dim cell, horny as ever. The boy had no idea that he would spend the rest of his life at the facility. Meanwhile, werewolves, vampires - and much worse beings than that - were already lining up outside his door.
Finally the boy's ultimate destiny has been revealed.
This concludes the saga of the curse breaker Mike. I hope you enjoyed it and got off at least once.
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