Sometimes the past can come to haunt us. Take James for example. His Ex had found out that James had sex with a prostitute while they were dating. Wanting revenge, she stopped by his place. Her eyes sparked with purple light and the next thing James knew he was on the street corner in an unfamiliar body.
Amy was nice enough to explain the details of the curse, leaving a note hidden in his new cleavage. The note explained that he would be like this for a week and that he'd have to obey any command from a man. If he stayed on the street corner, he'd end up selling his body to the first guy that asked, so with no other option, he ran off to Mark and Owen's apartment.
It took some explaining, but Mark and Owen were happy having him crash at their place for the week, though James was careful not to tell them about the other half of his curse. Every now and then he'd be compelled to clean the dishes, or to order pizza for them, but that was all. At least until he made a remark about his predicament over a couple of beers.
"That bitch turned me into a whore, guys!" He groaned. "My clothes, my body... I even have piercings! I bet she even removed my gag reflex!"
"I'd love to see you prove that!" Owen laughed.
To James' horror, he felt his body tense up, as the curse took a hold of his actions. He grabbed the empty bottle beside him and held it up for both of them to see, before bringing it to his lips and pushing it down into his mouth.
"Holy shit! He's actually doing it!" Mark laughed.
"Alright you can stop now, dude, you've proven your point." Owen nodded.
James coughed as he pulled the bottle out of his mouth. Not wanting to let on that he lost control of his body, he played along and laughed with his friends. "See I told you!" He sighed.
"With skills like that, I kinda want to see you put that mouth to good use." Mark sighed.
Once again, his body tensed. A sultry smile spread across his face, as he looked at both of his friends and giggled. "Who wants a piece of me?" He purred.
"Haha! Nice joke there, James." Owen laughed sarcastically.
"I wouldn't say no to a blowjob, to be honest." Mark laughed.
James was already on his knees before Mark had finished his sentence. Unzipping his Friend's jeans, he pulled out his cock and began working it in his hand, getting him hard and ready for a blowjob. Owen stared in amazement, as James engulfed Mark's cock with zero hesitation.
"Looks like the note was right." He remarked. "It'd be a shame to miss out, so how about you share the attention between us?"
He began undressing as a piece of paper fell out of his pocket. James spotted it and immediately recognised it. He should have destroyed that note left by his Ex. Now he was being forced by the curse to pleasure his friends like the whore he was made to be. Mark and Owen took off the rest of their clothes and grinned to each other.
"Our own personal whore!" Mark laughed. "Who gets first dibs?"
"Hey, if she keeps sucking my cock, you can have her pussy!" Owen smirked.
"Strip your clothes and get on the couch, bitch!" Mark commanded.
James was screaming inside his head as he gleefully started stripping for them. Once he was naked, he hopped onto the couch.
He then let them position him with his legs spread wide. "Wait! Please don't go any further!" He begged.
"That's not really in the spirit of the curse." Owen shrugged. "She wanted to punish you, so you should just enjoy it as best you can."
"Yeah! Now suck his cock like your life depends on it!" Mark added, before ramming his cock inside of his friend.
A rush of endorphins and serotonin washed through James' brain as both of their commands took hold. Not only did he start sucking Owen's cock like a desperate cum slut, but he began moaning uncontrollably as his body sparked with jolts of pleasure. He couldn't help but love it.
"For a whore, you have a tight pussy!" Mark grunted. "You're missing out, dude."
"Don't worry, I'm more of an ass man anyway." Owen nodded. "I'm gonna get plenty of her before the week is up."
James heard every word, but all he could think about was sucking cock. The constant pounding inside of him felt good, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of sucking Owen's cock. He could feel himself slipping away with every second he was made to be their slut. The only worry in the back of his mind was that he'd never be able to look at them the same way once the week was over.
Owen came without warning, shooting his cum down James' throat. He commanded James to savour the taste, before sitting down and enjoying the show. Mark had real stamina, but eventually he was ready to cum as well.
"Oh your knees! It's time I marked you as our slut officially." He laughed.
Broken and loving it, James sat there with the cum on his face and smiled. He wasn't sure what had possessed his friends to be so dominating, but he kind of loved it now. His Ex had failed to inform him that men would be driven wild with lust the longer they were near him. So maybe crashing with them for a week was a bad idea.
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This is a post from the original opentgcaptions, rediscovered using a caption archive and reposted here. Original author: TheTGCaptioner / MrCaptioneer / TheCaptionZone https://tfrepo.com
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