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No virgin sold their hole for anonymous plundering, but Aloya had this fantasy, and took a chance on this one. He borrowed it at the shop near the second largest university in Thornvale, where the gifted – but often both young and poor – magical adepts acquired their education, so it wasn’t impossible.Aloya prepared the ritual, crushing fresh yarrow leaves together with a few petals of a white lily. He dropped two pearls in the aromatic mixture in the mortar and stirred, murmuring a spell. When the pearls shone with an inner light that, paradoxically, seemed more natural than nature, he fished one out, picked up his borrowed toy, and slipped the gem into the pink, pulsing opening. Now, he only had to wait. If the hole’s owner was a virgin in the back, the paired pearl would shine with the purest of whites. If not, the gem would crack and the crushed herbs would blacken as if burned.
While he waited, he turned the short, polished cylinder in his hand. At first glance, it didn’t look like something that could fit a cock as long as his own, but the physicality of the toy was only an illusion. It had been created using complex translocation magic: a small metal disc was placed at the owner’s hole like a lid – robbing him of the access to the insides of his own body for as long as the spell lasted – then a matching, paired lid was put on the toy. Whenever it was removed, the toy user could access the connected hole and do with it as he pleased. The toy’s shape itself wasn’t important. The one Aloya had borrowed had a widening metal lip and a thinner, comfortable wooden handle which would make it very easy to both use and discreetly transport and store.Aloya traced the hole’s smooth, slippery pinkness with a finger.
For money, someone got himself turned into a perfect comfort item.The mixture in the mortar hissed, and Aloya’s heart beat stronger. For a moment there, it looked like the herbs were blackening, but no – the mixture was just smoothening, warming and bubbling.
The pearl swam to the surface and shone like a star.Aloya gasped.He had wanted this, he did, and he’d done everything to increase the chances, but now he almost couldn’t believe his luck.He found a truly untouched one!
True, he’d paid the shop plenty to fulfill his requirements. A young man, preferably a student, from a respectable family, but who grew up in some godforsaken, rural place where he wouldn’t have stumbled upon many opportunities for worldly pleasures. The only thing the shop couldn’t give him was the result of the virginity test itself – like all places selling sex, they were barred by law from performing it, to reduce the often exploitative nature of the so-called ‘virginity trade’ – but they provided him with everything else.They have charmed the hole, too, as per his requirements. There was, of course, the cleansing spell, which the seller received as a small floral tattoo low on his belly, and which was standard in every such transaction. There was also a cum retention curse, also standard but offered on demand – some people, apparently, liked a mess – which was placed deep at the bottom of the rectum and supposedly aching very badly each time a fresh load hit it. The curse then sucked the cum in and protected it from the effects of the cleansings spell until the body properly absorbed it.
For the next piece of magic, Aloya had to pay extra. It was a special potion, injected into the flesh – shallowly and at many points – that later made that flesh lubricate itself when stimulated.At first, Aloya had been worried the hole’s potential virginity could be lost because of such radical manipulations, but the seller assured him that the procedure was much less invasive than it sounded. Tiny drops of potion were spelled to float, then to take the shape of a myriad of needles so small and thin they could barely be seen. The mage handling the hole’s transformation then briefly spelled the sphincter loose and quickly pumped the anus open with a sudden puff of air – air that was gray like smoke, so full it was of the needles. They traveled deep and reached every nook and cranny, ensuring that the new, convenient ability was evenly dispersed from the hole’s pink lips to its very depths.
Aloya pushed one finger into the wet slipperiness and tried to find the first pearl, but it must’ve traveled too deep. The cleansing spell would take care of it in time. The shopkeeper had informed Aloya that it didn’t immediately ‘disappear’ the items foreign to the body – that a client might’ve forced in – to make the play more fun and deepen the sense of ownership.
The fact that he was holding a gate into a person – an up until now untouched young man – appealed to Aloya on a primal level. He would control this man – through his hole.
He ordered and paid for more modification for precisely this purpose. A sensitivity spell, which intensified the experience, the more the longer a stimulus was applied. A curse that tightened the muscles whenever anything thicker than a finger was inside, together with a compulsion to clench, which made the hole’s owner believe the action was his own. Next had been a virginity curse that would tighten the hole overnight, no matter how stretched it became a day before. Aloya had chosen a dark variant, for which he had to pay extra. It didn’t heal the damage, just recovered the tightness. A basic healing spell was another layer, but it only took care of the truly dangerous injuries and left the soreness intact.As long as Aloya was careful enough, he could have himself a virgin and a worn-out slut – in one.
The possibility of suffering was not enough to sate Aloya’s hunger; no, it was not. So he had asked the shop for one last modification.
The last spell they cast was a chastity spell.
The young man whose hole Aloya owned for the next two years could no longer cum from his cock. A prostate orgasm was still a possibility – but only if Aloya willed it.
He wasn’t yet sure if he was going to will it.Aloya explored his new toy with three fingers at once, and immediately its – already wonderfully strong – grip tightened. Aloya lamented that he wouldn’t be able to build on the spellwork applied by the shop – when they had been finished, they had placed a block – but at least he could do diagnostic rituals, like the one he had used just minutes before. He already had a few prepared that would let him know how aroused or exhausted the man on the other end of the hole was, how much pleasure and pain he was in, how much cum had accumulated inside him, and at which precise moment he would’ve orgasmed if it wasn’t for the chastity spell.
He wondered if the spell block would also reject potions. The magical ones, with long-term effects – probably yes. The more mundane concoctions, though? And what if the magic affected him instead of the hole? If he was to use a burning balm, for example, and made only himself impervious? Or if the imbued magic didn’t modify, just had an immediate effect that lasted only as long as applied?Aloya would need to experiment.
He so loved to experiment.
For now, though, he opened his robe, steadied his stone-hard cock with his hand and pushed the toy onto himself. The visual was a tad disconcerting – his large thing disappearing into something so much shorter and smaller – but the feeling was pure bliss. Aloya closed his eyes, gripped the thinner handle that turned out to perfectly fit his hand, and started pumping up and down.
Runes and spells, but it was tight! The spellwork – the virginity curse included – kept the sphincter open enough to easily slide in two fingers for the convenience of use and ease of penetration, but even so, the tightness was something else. All the way, to the balls! Aloya was being enveloped, massaged, pleasured. Somewhere, there was a live human doing this to him. Having his anus casually deflowered for a complete stranger’s amusement.
Aloya sped up his movements.
He cast one of his prepared spells.It worked – a mark shaped like a flower appeared on the toy. Its five petals, initially white, were supposed to turn a deep pink one by one, signaling how close the recipient was to orgasm.
Already, all five were dark.
Aloya laughed.The boy was enjoying himself.
Who would’ve thought!
He fucked the hole till his balls drew up, then fucked it as he came, and only pulled it off when he softened so much he couldn’t thrust properly. Then he sat, sweaty and exhausted, in the chair at his worktable.Watching as the petals regained their virginal whiteness.
Aloya stroked the pulsing anus and smiled. It glistened, wet and impatient, slightly plumped from the fucking and the arousal.
Aloya spanked it a few times – seemed like a good idea – then looked at the dildo stand he had prepared.
It would’ve been a shame, after all, for the hole to feel lonely whenever he couldn’t pay it the attention it deserved. Soon, he may even lend it to a few men – after he’d sated his first hunger – so the hole could experience being chain-fucked for hours and hours, but for now he intended to keep his toy to himself. He’d be using it often, of course, and the times he wasn’t using it, the hole would spend impaled on the stand.
Briefly, he wondered what the virginity curse would feel like to the toy-man if it struck and the hole was still spread; what effect that minor complication would have.
Well, he’d find out.
The dildo was huge and ribbed. Near the base, around its widest point, a row of dull barbs surrounded it like a star.
Aloya worked the hole on.
He looked at his handiwork.
Something burned hotly in the pit of his belly.
Finally, virginal it was not.
And he had been the cause.He left his workroom with a feeling of a job well done.
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Soren was losing both his virginity and his mind.
It happened during the lecture on beginner curses. First, Soren felt the small disk between his buttocks cooling – as if what was under it got exposed to the chill air.
He tensed, but didn’t do anything.
Because he couldn’t do anything.
When he felt the first brush of something warmer, probably fingers, he discreetly looked around. Neither the lecturer – a gnarly, ancient mage who was looking as if someone hung him up to dry some century ago, then forgotten all about it – nor his sixty or so fellow students paid his suddenly burning face any attention.
He clenched his fists under the desk and shifted on the hard wooden bench.
For some reason, in his stupid mind, he’d expected this to happen at night, when he was alone and safe from prying eyes. Beginner curses were only his second lecture for the day, and it wasn’t even noon yet.Honestly, who used magical sex toys this early?There were a few minutes of respite, then a pinch of brief, searing warmth, then something warm slipped inside him – and ‘slipped’ was the only word to describe it. In the shop he’d sold his hole to, they explained to him that they were going to put spellwork on him for both his safety and the ease of use, but they weren’t forthcoming with the details, so Soren had to figure them out himself. They’d only given him a list of procedure names and said they didn’t need his presence to perform most of them. There was something about ‘lubrication’ on it, marked ‘custom’ and ‘permanent’, then ‘injection’ and ‘potion’, which was probably responsive for the wet, slippery feeling. Soren had been worried about the ‘permanent’ part, but the guy who had spelled his hole and went with him over the contract assured him the effects weren’t harmful and could be quite useful later, when the contract had already ended. Soren could have anal sex any time, with no additional supplies or pesky preparations. He wouldn’t even have to clean himself beforehand, as taking care of that was the first thing they were going to do to him – the only procedure they actually physically needed him for. The rest would be performed in absentia, through his translocated hole.Immediately after he signed, a taciturn, plain-looking middle-aged mage had tattooed the anchor to the cleansing spell low on Soren’s belly, just above his blond pubic hair. It looked kind of pretty – that spell – with its curving lines, inexplicably suggestive of long, blade-like leaves and delicate lily flowers. Getting it done burned, but the embedded magic healed Soren’s skin the moment the spell was activated. Later, Soren had traced its lines many times. It gave him this shivery feeling that seemed to reverberate throughout his entire lower belly. Soren couldn’t decide if the sensation was pleasant or not – at this point, it was still too alien.
The translocation itself had come right after. The same nondescript, silent mage spread Soren’s buttocks and, murmuring something – like leaves rustling – under his breath, he twisted. Soren felt a burst of pain, coldness, then growing, radiating warmth. Something ached. Then the mage put a disk that looked like it was made of metal on the end of the polished wooden cylinder that resembled a small toy scepter.
When the mage twisted that new lid off, Soren, for the first time in his life, could stare into the vulnerable pinkness of his own body.
Totally disconnected.
“Hmm,” the mage said, almost as quiet as a whisper. “Needs depilation.”When Soren had later asked, it had turned out that the depilation spell was so common they no longer even listed it. After all, what was permanently removing a few stray hairs around a hole – hardly a loss.It prickled a little.“This way, the aesthetics are much better,” said the first guy while handing Soren the shiny golden coins of his first monthly payment. “We sell only clean, pretty holes.”The rest of the procedures came after, and Soren was never sure what sensation was which – or if there even should be any sensations. There was a feeling of sudden dilation and burning; a burst of almost pleasant ache very deep; a squeezing feeling that tugged at the base of his cock so hard he sported a troublesome erection in the middle of a fish market, and that didn’t dissipate until late that evening; then something tingly that didn’t dissipate at all. The last sensation Soren had felt was an intense squeeze – like his hole was a fist that wanted very badly to clench.That tenseness had stayed with him, too. He was feeling it acutely right now. The finger that ventured inside – because it had to be a finger – breached him with no trouble, then entered a domain of involuntary spasming. It twisted in there, pressing and touching, and somehow Soren couldn’t help but clench on it willingly. The sensation was unbearably foreign, but it was also pure bliss. Something in Soren wanted to engage it.
He shifted on the bench, trying to deepen the feeling, but he was not in control of it – he couldn’t be. Whoever was now handling his hole was – and would always be – the only decision-making, active force in this. Soren had sold the privilege. From now on, he’d have to enjoy and endure whatever he got.The finger withdrew, then suddenly there was so much. For a moment, Soren thought it was a cock – his first cock! – but no, still fingers. They twisted and spread and explored, stretching him so hard his hole smarted. He tried to relax but could not.
A girl sitting to his right sent him a questioning look when he clenched his fists and started breathing quickly through his nose.He sent a reassuring – he hoped – smile back, feeling his eyes tear up. The fingers were not giving up. They kept thrusting and thrusting. The slide was easy, but Soren’s muscles didn’t want to cooperate.
It was almost like each penetration had to open him anew. He waited and waited, but his body wasn’t submitting; it wasn’t getting used to anything.While the stimulation was intense, it was only painful to a point. Soren realized he was now sporting an erection. He crossed his legs and discreetly glanced around – no one had noticed – and the movement caused his muscles to shift around the intrusion. He was wrapped around an immovable core that both hurt and pleasured him.
When the intrusion was yanked out, he had to stifle a moan.
He didn’t stay empty for long.
The next penetration was so much wider he could no longer fathom how he could’ve mistaken those fingers for a cock. It was relentless. Merciless. It simply took. Soren had only been perfunctorily prepared, and now a whole cock went in, not giving him a moment to adjust. Whoever had bought Soren’s hole was not concerned with what Soren wanted or needed at all. There was not an ounce of consideration in the first, deep thrust that made every muscle in Soren’s body go rigid, nor in every subsequent slide, each just as deep and just as unapologetically selfish. Soren’s hole was a toy, and it was being used like a toy.
No one cared if Soren was losing his virginity in the middle of a lecture hall full of people.
Soren made every effort to control himself. He grit his teeth, gripped the desk in front of him, and stayed still. A wave of fresh sweat first warmed, then cooled his armpits and his upper lip. No one was noticing – not his friends scattered amongst the students around, nor the people he barely knew. The lecturer kept droning on about a curse such-and-such, how dangerous curses were – what with their effects being very difficult to reverse – of how they altered the subject.There were three curses on the list the shop had given Soren: a cum retention curse, marked ‘permanent’; a compulsive tightness curse, supposedly weakening over time and to be renewed once a year during annual checkup; and lastly, a virginity curse that could be permanent but was also supposed to be counterable.
Soren felt the weirdest about the first one. The shop people acted as if the magic on the list was not a big deal, like it was something completely standard and routinely done, and only later Soren had found out what any of it really did. For that, he had to go to the library very early in the morning, when there was almost no one there, to borrow some pretty questionable reading material.
The ‘cum retention’ curse did exactly what the name suggested.From now on, every time someone fucked him, their cum would stay in Soren’s gut until digested. Small portion of each of his lovers – of every single man who fucked him – would become an indivisible part of his body. What they’d give him, he’d have no way to reject.
The curse had no known counter-curse.Forevermore, his hole would stay a cum receptacle.He felt careless thrusts dilate him and wondered how it would feel.
For now, the second curse was a far more pressing concern. The hugeness fighting his slippery anal walls pinched like fire and ached like a fresh bruise. He needed to relax for it, to make that invasion easier, but it was as if he suddenly lost the skill. He knew, rationally, that the tighter his hole was, the more strenuous the fucking. Yet every time even a strand of muscles loosened there, there was this irresistible urge to clench.When he was reading about that curse on paper, he could hardly comprehend its insidiousness. He felt like he was doing it, on his own. He’d read about compulsive magic, how it controlled the subject without seeming like control. He’d thought this would be different because he knew about the curse’s existence, that he’d be able to fight it somehow. He could not. He simply had to tense in anticipation of every thrust, had to squeeze and keep squeezing when the cock was all the way in.The muscles in his belly worked to make the squeezing harder. His thighs and buttocks ached – they were so tight. He kept shifting on the bench, minutely, with just the work his ass was inadvertently doing.He clenched his teeth to not make any sounds.The cock pumped. Out of him, then all the way in – with every thrust, Soren was being invaded anew. Nothing was getting easier. The book he had consulted said that, if his hole was used often enough, the tightness curse would eventually weaken. But how often was ‘often enough’? Soren had thought that it would happen way before the year was through, but what if…what if it did not? What if the renewal was set to only once a year because the curse was just that strong? What if Soren’s hole was going to squeeze and massage some stranger’s cock every day – every time – from now on?
He was already getting tired – down there, inside. It was getting soft and achy and warm despite the pulsing, forced tension. And underneath it all, pleasure dwelled. Insidious pleasure, deep and hot. A pleasure Soren felt thrumming like a thick pulse in his cock.
Oh, spellstorms, how badly he wanted to stroke his cock!He couldn’t do it now, though. He was still in public. He had to wait.
Damn, how could he wait?
He looked around discreetly, making sure that no one was looking at him, then shifted his coat into his lap.He sneaked a hand underneath it.
He rubbed over his pants, with just his fingers, controlling his wrist and trying to minimize the movements of his elbow. The sensation was electric but entirely inadequate. So little compared to so much. Soren shifted his palm – while the cock hit something. Brilliancy exploded there, cold and wonderful and terrible and aching, and Soren needed to grab his cock and tug. He needed to feel his own hot, slickening skin in his grip. He wanted a counterpoint to that immense feeling inside him. A release. He didn’t even care that he’d have to somehow walk out of here in cum-soiled pants, with no one noticing.
He needed to cum.Runes and spells, how he needed to cum!
His hole throbbed all over. The wet slide was beautiful. Yeah, he did appreciate whatever they did to make his flesh lubricate itself. There was also a sensitivity spell on the list, which was the most wonderful of all. It was thanks to it, probably, that Soren could really feel that cock. The way it stretched him and used him. The deep, achy hits to the bottom that heated his stomach. The growing, tingling pressure in his prostate. All that slippery friction.
He had to cum soon.
Any moment now.But Soren rubbed his cock, and the cock inside him thrust, and nothing was happening. His balls had long drawn up and now ached impatiently. His body was confused. His cock was so hard it hurt. Soren eventually stopped stroking it through his clothes, because the dry sensation was too much. He wanted to whimper and scream and cry, and he had to dig for his deepest reserves of shame to stop himself from making a spectacle – a spectacle his reputation wouldn’t be able to recover from.
Was this what the ‘chastity spell’ entry on that list had meant? Soren hadn’t been certain. He’d read that magic of this sort was sometimes used on cheating husbands and in very rich families, where the line of succession had to be clear, but he couldn’t find out any details. He’d assumed it would mean that his cum would be altered to no longer be fertile.It struck him suddenly.
The list said ‘spell’, not a ‘curse’.Only curses altered.Spells manipulated what was already there. This meant that the ‘chastity’ was achieved by a method other than modifying a subject’s very nature. Like with the sensitization spell, the means – in that particular spell’s case, the nerves – had to already be there. His body was wired anyway to experience sensations. The only difference now was intensity. Similar was the healing spell they had cast on him. Soren had no idea why it was marked ‘dark’, but like all healing spells, it only triggered the processes of his own body and maybe sped them up. And with the chastity spell…Since cumming was a problem, the spell just made it not happen.Soren wanted to scream, but he could do nothing. Just wait it out, wait it out – until that cock was done. It fucked him so hard now. The spasming of his hole couldn’t keep up. A single bliss, a single ache. Slick, hot, intense.
Then – it was cumming.
Soren felt it. He somehow knew what it was. A deep, relentless sensation. Like his body was a mouth siphoning the cum. There was no compulsion in that squeeze; it was completely automatic. An ache at the bottom of him, a quivering.
Soren had to bend over a bit to withstand the feeling.
So that was what it’d be from now on.
Forever.
An invasion of senses and body. A pinnacle of modern magical technology.
Soren had been turned into a nice, convenient toy that the user didn’t have to worry about maintaining or cleaning. Not a real human – just a part of him, the only part that really mattered to someone wanting to bust a nut from time to time. No unnecessary, pesky interactions. Just unlock, thrust, do your business, close – Soren’s hole had become but an object. He’d known that; of course he’d known that going in, but only now had it become real. To someone out there, Soren was a thing.
He shuddered.Squeezed that cock.
He still wanted so badly to cum!That was not his role, though. His role was to pleasure someone else.
To be useful.The cock withdrew, and the emptiness was terrible.
The sensation inside was oddly pliant. It forced Soren to pay attention. On one hand, he was glad that the fucking stopped, on the other, his body still demanded resolution.He shook and shook, coming to terms with the fact that there won’t be any.
“Are you okay?” asked a girl to his right.
“Y-yeah.” Soren’s whisper came out hoarse. “I just—” He didn’t know how to finish that sentence.
His thoughts were blank.
Fortunately, it was just this moment the lecturer chose to finish. Soren shuffled his notebook around, pretending there was a purpose in what he was doing. He hoped no one would notice the flush on his face and that his hands were trembling. His erection was slowly going down, in tiny, disconcerting pulses. He was painfully aware of his full, aching balls and of each seam in his clothes. Everything between his thighs was oversensitive.
People were leaving the hall, and luckily, no one approached him. His friends went ahead, and Soren was very careful to not catch the eyes of anyone he knew who could want to strike up a conversation.
He was amongst the last stragglers shuffling towards the door – and curse it all, but the walking felt…interesting – when it happened.Something…pushed…in.
Something hard.Something big.
Soren almost fell down when it did. Fortunately, the wall was near, so he slumped against it. His knees were weak.
His hole was being spread on an enormous thing.
It went in and in. Soren started to doubt it would ever end when he was breached by an intense, pointy ache. It slid just in, settling an inch past his entrance, where the sensations were the densest and the muscles were the tightest. Reflexively, Soren shifted his hips to dislodge it, forgetting for a moment that nothing of what he did affected what was happening in his hole.“Mister…Holm, was it?” The lecturer addressed him from outside the door. “I have to close the hall, and I don’t have all day. You must leave.”Sweat budding on his forehead, Soren nodded. He took a tentative step.The next pulse in his crotch sent blood back into his cock.
He was hardening.
He can’t be hardening! Not yet, not so soon after—Not with that thing—“Good day to you,” said the ancient professor from behind him, and Soren startled.“G-good day.” He made sure to hold the bundle of his coat directly in front of his groin.
The old man frowned. “You should visit the infirmary. You look awfully flushed.”“Ah!” Inside Soren, the thing twisted, then settled in a new, freshly torturous position. “Y-yesss, of course. Tha-aah!-thank you. For your concern.”The professor kept frowning, but eventually left Soren alone.
A good thing, too.Because right at that moment, the last, most insidious curse took hold.The only one still unaccounted for!The virginity curse.
Soren slid to his knees.Something was wrong with it! It should only activate at night, not in the middle of the day. He had to go to the shop; they had to do something about this…this…this wretched feeling! That squeeze, that tightening that could never be complete – because of Soren’s hole already being filled – so it tried and tried, then tried again. Tension gripped him there; speared through his crotch and belly. His thighs twitched. The leftover soreness from the fucking woke, then bloomed, then each unsuccessful squeeze kept adding to it.
Soren had to walk. He had to! Before someone found him here – writhing in unexplainable agony, with his cock hard as stone.He stood up.
Grunted.
Took a step.
Another.
He kept walking.
Not to the shop; not today. The shop was on the other side of town, anyway.
To his dorm.When finally there, he curled on the bed, waiting.
Inside him, an insidious curse tried to enforce tightness into muscles that couldn’t tighten because of a prior claim.
It seemed like ages, but he didn’t have to wait long.
The cold, large thing was yanked out. The curse hit with a violent throb. Then, before his brand new ‘virginity’ had any time to settle, it was once more taken away by that cock.
Soren moaned.
This time, alone in his room, he could stroke himself.
He already knew he wouldn’t get what he longed for, that until his hole belonged to him again, he would not cum. That it was stupid to hope. His lust didn’t care, though, so he stroked and stroked.
The cock fucked feelings into his ass. Pleasure and pain, then pleasure again.Even if Soren could no longer cum, he could at least enjoy the ride.
Right?He’d go tomorrow to the shop about that faulty curse. First thing in the morning. Not today, not right now. He could hardly be expected to walk with a cock moving so vigorously up his ass. Besides, that curse supposedly only struck once a day, which was already behind him. It was hardly possible for a curse to be broken in more ways than one, right?Right…?His hips jumped on the bed, pushed by an invisible force.
Slick, transparent precum leaked from his ridiculously hard cock. Soren’s breath came in loud, rhythmic gasps. He was sweating. Moaning. Writhing. Like a pig in heat. A mindless little piggy with an unattainable wish.Eyes full of tears, he kept stroking his cock.