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Harald perked up as he heard the door to his apartment open. He wheeled around to see his roommate Clara striding into the living room, still clad in the all-black witch outfit she wore when she was going dungeoneering.
"What's going on?" Harald asked brightly, "I missed you, it's been weeks!"
"Yeah, no, turns out the Ferratasi Tomb they uncovered was like, 3 times as large as they thought it was," Clara said, "I'm lucky that I'm a mage, because if I couldn't do literal magic, I'd be an absolute mess right now. I mean, I haven't had a real shower in—"
"Okay!" Harald held up his hands, "Too much information!"
"Wuss," Clara quipped, "Hey, you wanna see something real fucked up?"
"Am I going to have nightmares about it?" Harald narrowed his eyes.
"Probably not!" Clara chimed, pulling out something that had a white handkerchief with gold embroidery wrapped around it, "It's just an itty-bitty super cursed item. I mean, supremely cursed. Very localized target, but practically unbreakable."
"Okay," Harald sighed. Clara, being a literal witch, had always had a fascination with hexes and everything magically macabre. This exact scenario had played out at least a dozen times since they'd agreed to be roommates 6 months ago. It was just one of those things that Harald agreed to tolerate about her. Same way that Clara was willing to tolerate him having a new guy to hook up with every other week, in spite of the horribly thin walls.
"Okay okay, let's sit down," Clara said giddily, hopping onto the living room couch and placing the cursed object on the table, eyes darting between Harald and thing as her fingers hovered over it, ready to unwrap it.
"Let's do this," Harald said casually as Clara unwrapped the handkerchief, revealing… a single silver ring with some golden writing etched in it.
"Eh, eh?" Clara prodded at Harald.
"I don't… it doesn't look very cursed?" Harald shrugged, "What's it do?"
"No real clue," Clara said, "I need more precise tools to properly examine the hex. But it's high-grade stuff, and… it doesn't affect women, or, well, you know, folks with vaginas."
"Are you trying to curse me?" Harald asked.
"No!" Clara exclaimed, "Listen, it's just— The Ferratasi were a matriarchy, judging by the inscriptions in the room where we found the thing, it was some sort of punishment or restraining tool for unruly male concubines, so, probably not gonna work on a lady. Also I touched it and nothing happened, so…" Clara made an indiscernible gesture with her hands.
"But I mean… it's a ring, what about it is male-specific?" Harald asked.
"Well it's—" Clara hesitated, "It's not uh… the sort of ring you wear on your fingers…?"
"What—?" Harald paused, realizing what exactly he was looking at, "Ah. For down there."
Momentarily, the image of a skimpily dressed male concubine, writhing around and trying to cum in spite of the cursed cock ring wrapped around their member appeared in his mind. Admittedly… it was kinda hot.
"Yeah…" Clara said, "Anyway, once we figure out what the hex does, it'll probably be a pretty big archeological find, and…" Clara's voice faded into the background as Harald found his attention captured by the ring, without even thinking, he began to reach out for it… it was… calling to him…
"No!" Clara snapped, slapping Harald's hand, "Don't touch it! What were you thinking?"
"I don't know, I just…" Harald hesitated, "I just felt compelled to… to…" Harald's eyes began to glaze over as he leaned back towards the ring before Clara stopped him again.
"Okay, I don't actually want to curse you, so, I'm putting this thing away," Clara snatched up the ring, wrapping it back up in the cloth.
"Right, uh, sorry," Harald rubbed the back of his head.
"Ugh, don't apologize," Clara said, "I probably should've vetted it before hand. I mean, the fact that it has a compulsion effect is really interesting, but, I am sorry I didn't check beforehand. I mean, none of the guys in the adventuring party were affected, but maybe we were just too busy…?" Clara hummed to herself, "Anyway, I'm gonna go take a look at this thing under an arcane lens or something, see ya later!"
Clara gave Harald a quick peace sign and vanished into her room, closing the door behind her.
Harald relaxed slightly, sinking back into the couch. Still, he couldn't help but find his thoughts drifting back to that ring…
Harald shook his head, huffing slightly. He just needed to take his mind off of this, watch some TV, maybe. Yeah, he just needed to shake it off…
…
…
Clara had fallen asleep after hours spent examining the ring. It was weird and intricate, and she'd never actually examined a Ferratasi hex before. So, suffice it to say, it was slow going. When she woke up in the morning, she was probably going to have to look up a bunch of Ferratasi texts and cross-reference with other hex analysis texts, but currently, she wasn't thinking about any of that, on account of having fallen asleep.
Suddenly, Clara was jogged out of her sleep as a clattering sound echoed through the room. As she jumped up from her desk, blearily looking around her room, her gaze locked in on Harald, wearing nothing below the belt, his cock on display for the world to see, lying on the floor, panting and shivering.
"Sweet gods above!" Clara exclaimed, "What're you—?"
Clara cut herself off as she noticed that, upon further examination, a silver ring was fastened on Harald's cock, faintly glowing.
"Oh, no," Clara groaned, "Was the compulsion really that bad?"
"Sorry…" Harald breathed, struggling to get to his feet, "I… I just couldn't help myself."
"Don't apologize," Clara said, gripping Harald's arm as she helped him to his feet, "It's my fault, I should've locked the door."
The two of them stared at each other for a moment, Clara doing her absolute best not to focus on the sheer length on display, because Good Lords, Harald was packing.
"So, how do you feel?" Clara questioned, "Anything out of the ordinary?"
"I… I feel a little off, I guess, like my head's a bit fuzzy," Harald, "And… I uh… I feel…" Harald flushed, his eyes darting around the room.
"Listen, I know this is probably embarassing and mortifying and honestly kind of fucked up, since you're, y'know, half-naked in front of a woman, but, I need you to tell me exactly what is going on," Clara insisted.
"Uh…" Harald bit his lip, "I feel… horny."
"Ah," Clara managed, "Okay. Right. Sort of makes sense…"
The two of them continued to stand awkwardly in Clara's room before she huffed, heading over to her bed and grabbing her coat.
"Right. This is my fault," Clara declared, "So, I'm going to fix it. You stay tight, I'm heading to the city's Arcane Archives. Call me if anything weird happens, hopefully, I'll find some clue to break the curse. If not, I'm calling in a couple of favors, but believe me, I am going to do everything I can to solve this, okay?"
"Okay," Harald nodded, blinking slightly as he wondered why it had felt so good to agree with Clara. He hadn't even really processed what she'd said, he'd just agreed without even thinking about it.
"Okay," Clara said, "Uh, stay safe, and also sorry again."
With that, Clara dashed out the door and raced out of the house, unbuttoned quote flapping behind her. Harald continued to stand in Clara's room before realizing that he should probably leave. Still feeling a little awkward about… well, everything, Harald flopped onto the couch, staring at his slowly hardening cock. He'd only had the ring on for a few moments, and he already felt horny enough that he just absolutely had to jerk off.
For a moment, Harald hesitated. After all, indulging the feelings that were definitely coming from the cursed cock ring he'd been magically compelled to put on seemed like a bad idea. But on the other hand… what was the harm in just… rubbing a quick one out? Just to get some relief, clear his head.
Harald wrapped a hand around his cock, shuddering as he began to slowly pump up and down. It was nothing like any masturbation he'd experienced before. He felt so sensitive, like anything would set him off, push him over the edge.
But then he didn't. No matter how hard or fast he pumped, his cock refused to cum, he just couldn't make it happen.
"Mmph," Harald grunted, bucking his hips as he panted and groaned heavily, his eyes fluttering as precum leaked from his cock. He just needed to cum. He knew that with absolute certainty. He just needed to cum and everything would be okay, and yet, he just couldn't.
Groaning in sexual frustration, Harald grabbed at his phone, perched on the coffee table where he'd left it earlier that night. Still pumping profusely, he frantically searched for some porn. That was what he needed. A little guy on guy action to get him really going, to push him over the edge.
Harald fumbled with his phone, frantically typing away and putting on the first video he could find, something about an elven twink getting railed by another, slightly less twinkish elf. Harald continued to jerk off, but for some reason, this porn made him feel… off. He couldn't place it, couldn't name what the feeling was. He liked it well enough, but watching it felt like pushing against something, like swimming upstream, almost. Harald kept trying to get off to the porn, but his body just refused to go along with his brain, and he found himself clicking on video after video, but no matter what combination of guys he jerked off to, that feeling of swimming upstream, of going against something only built more and more.
Eventually, his hand slipped, or maybe that strange feeling that left his body acting against his mind was at work, and he clicked on a straight porn video. Immediately, he recoiled at it, but his cock twitched at the sight, his entire body felt warm and fuzzy at the sight of a muscular, bearded man driving himself into a lithe and nubile blonde, pinning her to the bed as the man plunged in and out of the girl's pussy.
Harald found himself mesmerized, some part of his conscious mind resisted, but sheer animal need pushed any thoughts about his sexuality away, all he knew was that he had to breed. That was what he needed, the thought had crystalized, the only way he could release was to breed someone, he needed to, needed to find someone to breed. But he couldn't leave, Clara had told him to stay tight, and he couldn't disobey, he couldn't tell a woman no.
And so Harald pumped and pumped and surfed through video after video, finding more and more breeding content, watching creampie after creampie as his mind went quiet and he submitted to the curse. Submitted to being nothing more than a breeding stud as his body went on autopilot, precum leaking out of his cock and coating it in the slick substance.
Harald didn't know how long passed as he mindlessly edged himself to straight porn, but the couch cushion was stained with precum by the time Clara came back in.
"Woah!" Clara exclaimed, "Dude, are you good?"
Harald blinked, his brain struggling to start back up and put words together as he blearily stared at Clara.
"Uh…" Harald knitted his eyebrows together, "I… was really horny…" Harald smiled dopily, "So I… I kept jerkin' off, but I-I can't cum, so I've just been edgin' and… I think I need to breed a lady to make it stop…"
"Alright, you are clearly not thinking straight, so…" Clara's eyes darted from the side to side as she pulled out a sheaf of papers, flipping through a few references before frowning, "Okay, that… that could work. But, no! You're literally gay dude!"
"Aww, come on…" Harald whined, "I just- I just wanna- Please, I haven't been able to cum for so long, and-and-and—" a full-body shiver ripped through his entire body, "Please? I-I-I just can't, I gotta, just lemme breed you miss, please."
Clara considered it for a moment, staring at Harald, at his cock, and considered her options. After a moment or two, she began stripping off her clothes.
"Gods, I hope that this isn't the wrong choice," Clara said as she slid out of her pants, fully baring herself.
Harald stared at her like she was the only thing in the world, his eyes tracing over every inch of her curves as she tentatively stepped toward him. Harald lied down on the couch, his cock straining up into the air as Clara climbed on top of him, her pussy hovering just a few centimeters above the tip of his member.
"You're sure?" Clara asked again, her face screwed up as she hesitated.
"Mm-hm," Harald nodded, "I gotta…"
"Okay…" Clara slowly lowered herself onto Harald's cock, sucking in a deep breath as she took the length of him in.
Harald bucked up into Clara, letting out a cry of ecstasy as he felt her pussy welcome him. His brain felt like it was being fried from the amount of pleasure he was experiencing. He'd never had sex like this before and Gods, Gods, it was too much, there weren't even words for it. He couldn't do anything but thrust up, rut into Clara, do his duty and give her a baby, because he was a breeding stud, that was what he was meant for.
"Oh, fuck!" Clara bit out, "I-I hope you're enjoying yourself, God! You just don't quit, you- fuck!"
Clara let out a moan as she rolled into Harald's thrusts, meeting him and making wet, sloppy noises. All Harald could do was moan and make animalistic noises as he felt a massive orgasm building within his core, the heat roiling within him as he gripped the couch cushions, grunting and moaning louder and louder and louder until—
Harald came with an earth-shatteringly intense burst of pleasure, his cum flooding into Clara's pussy as he shuddered, his head lolling as he pumped load after load of cum into Clara.
"Oh, fuck, there's-there's so much!" Clara shuddered as she felt her own orgasm coming on, shuddering as she came just a few moments after Harald did, sliding off of him and falling backward onto the opposite end of the couch, Harald's cum leaking out of her and staining the couch cushions even further.
"Huh-Holy shit…" Clara panted, running her hands through her hair, "You uh… you good?"
Harald groaned, blinking as he felt the cock ring starting to loosen its grip on him, both metaphorically and literally. It was somehow expanding, so that instead of being snugly fit around the base of its cock, it instead hung loosely off of his member.
"I… yeah, I feel a lot better," Harald said, "I uh… I think we can take it off now?"
"Oh, great!" Clara reached towards Harald's cock, taking the ring and clutching it in her hand.
"So, uh…" Harald managed, "That was… something."
"Yeah, sure was, but, y'know, I was just doing a solid for a friend," Clara chuckled slightly, waving her hand and cleaning up the cum and precum staining the couch, "Anyway, I'm uh… gonna lock this up properly now. You want help getting cleaned up or…?"
"I-I can manage on my own," Harald said, getting to his feet as he moved towards his room, "Uh, bye."
"Bye," Clara gave an awkward wave as Harald closed the door behind him, sliding down as his mind raced.
Logically, he should've felt… violated, right? He wasn't attracted to women, and something had made him attracted to women, had robbed him of his agency. And yet… he didn't. He felt fine. Relieved, maybe, but just… fine.
Tentatively, Harald considered Clara again, her curves, her body, her… her pussy. It was a strange sort of feeling. He wasn't attracted to her right now, but he remembered thinking she was the most important thing in existence. He also didn't feel the usual sort of repulsion he felt when thinking about naked women, thinking about having sex with a woman. All he felt was a sort of mild fondness, like thinking about an old ex.
And… and a part of him wanted to do it again, for whatever reason.
Probably just the leftover hex.