The Curse of 100 Bottoms Ch. 08

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Note: This story contains themes of mind control, magic, and fantasy. All characters in it are 18+.

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Willem braced himself against the bathroom wall, his wetsuit pooled around his ankles. He could hear the waves crashing outside as the man behind him moaned in his ear. Willem’s cock jumped each time the man pounded him, leaking precum onto the sandy bathroom floor. The buzzing rippled throughout his body as his clouded mind shut out everything except for the pleasure coming from his ass.

“Fuck… dude, you’re so tight,” moaned the buff Indian guy as he plowed Willem’s hole.

Willem lifted his right leg and stuck his ass out slightly. “Oh… that’s it, right there… ugh, just like that.”

He squeezed his hole on the guy’s cock, making him moan.

“Bro, you’re so fucking good at this. Shit,” the man panted into his ear.

Willem giggled, his face pressed up against the wall as he enjoyed the assault on his prostate.

He WAS good at this.

The last couple of weeks had been a whirlwind of bathroom hookups and clandestine encounters. Willem was racing through the curse at breakneck speed, already past the halfway mark and well on his way to the 60s. In the past week alone he’d fucked the butcher, the baker, and the weird hipster who sells candles at the Farmer’s Market on Melrose.

The weird thing that Willem was starting to notice was that the more he got fucked, the more he wanted. It was like having sex only fueled his desire for even more, wilder sex. He was starting to grow bored if there wasn’t at least a little danger involved. It didn’t matter if the guy seemed a little sketchy or they were doing it in a public place. The risk of getting caught only made it hotter.

The last guy he had fucked had been so vanilla he’d been bored to tears. He’d met him at the Gelson’s in Westwood in the canned goods aisle. The guy refused to fuck Willem in the grocery store bathroom like a normal person, instead insisting that Willem come back to his place where he made him listen to a Carly Rae Jepsen record he owned on vinyl. Willem had ridden him on his living room couch, finally getting a load out of the guy while Carly Rae crooned in the background. Then the guy had insisted on giving Willem his number! As if.

Willem moaned as the man who was currently fucking him grabbed him by the neck and started lightly choking him as he pounded his hole.

Fuck yeah. Now THAT was more like it. Willem was also learning that the rougher the sex, the more he got off. The buzzing in his body seemed to enjoy a little bit of pain, as though it gave the pleasure more context. He reached up and squeezed the guy’s hand around his throat, signaling him to choke him harder. The man took the signal, choking him harder as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Willem’s hole.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck, I’m gonna cum dude…”

Willem moaned as he felt the man shudder behind him. A smile crept across his face as he felt the familiar trickle of cum filling his hole. He would never get tired of being bred. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, plus it helped keep the itching in his hole at bay way longer if he still had cum inside him. Sometimes he didn’t even care or notice if he got off, just so long as he got his fill.

The Indian guy pulled out of Willem, shoving his deflated cock back into his board shorts as the pink glow faded from around his body. “Jesus, man. That was fucking wild. I never do shit like this.”

Willem pulled his wetsuit back up, nodding insincerely. “Oh yeah, me too. This is like, totally out of left field for me.”

The guy nodded. “Rad.”

They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment.

“Well, I’ve gotta get back to my friend…” said Willem.

“Yeah, cool cool cool. I’ll see you around!” the guy said, giving Willem a fistbump.

“You too, uh… man,” said Willem, obviously having forgotten the man’s name (had he even gotten it in the first place?).

The guy gave him the hang loose sign, then unlocked the bathroom door and headed back out onto the beach.

Willem raised his eyebrows as he locked the door after him, then turned back to check himself out in the mirror. Guys could be so weird sometimes after sex. There should be some sort of etiquette for casual hookups in the bathroom at Santa Monica beach. Oh, well.

This would normally be the time where Willem would do his post-fuck check-in, going over the boring old memories in his hiding place. But honestly, with how many guys he was fucking in any one day, it was easier to just do one big check-in at the end of the night. If he remembered it.

It was all so much work, anyway. Plus, what was the point? With all the men that Willem was fucking, the buzzing was starting to feel ever-present. Not that he minded. He’d long since stopped fighting how good it felt dancing across his skin, warming him up, and making his head feel lighter and unburdened.

After he was satisfied with his appearance, Willem went back out onto canlı bahis şirketaleri the beach. He found Jake sitting on the towel by the lifeguard stand where he’d left him. He was wearing a wetsuit of his own and staring at Willem with an annoyed look on his face.

“I thought you were going to teach me how to surf,” he said sullenly.

“What? It was just a quickie.”

Jake rolled his eyes. Willem scoffed. “Don’t be like that. Now come on, grab your board and let’s hit the waves. There’s plenty of beach breaks right now for you to practice on.”

Things had gone back to normal between Willem and Jake, for the most part. They’d been hanging out in WeHo a lot, which was Willem’s idea. He figured it was the quickest way to speed things up and meet all of the guys he needed to fuck. Jake had suggested switching things up by having Willem teach him how to surf, so they’d spent the last few mornings at the beach catching the early morning swell.

It felt good for Willem to be out on the water again—he’d sort of forgotten about it, to be honest, with how dick-crazy he’d been for the last month and a half. As he paddled out onto the water, feeling the sun on his face and smelling the salt air coming off of the water, he felt a sense of lightness within him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He looked over at Jake, watching as the boy’s knees wobbled while he tried to balance on the board.

Willem grinned. Jake’s lanky frame was a lot of things, but graceful was not one of them.

They spent the next few hours catching waves, with Willem instructing Jake on how to paddle at the right angle to catch a green wave. By the end of it, Jake was finally starting to get the hang of it, and had even managed to stay up on the board for several seconds before wiping out.

They headed back to Jake’s apartment afterward to shower and change. Willem plopped down on Jake’s couch, checking his phone. He tossed it on the cushion next to him and groaned in annoyance.

“I’m so fucking bored. Do you wanna do something?”

Jake walked out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Willem’s eyes watched as a bead of water traveled through the sparse hair on his chest towards his stomach.

“We could watch a movie,” said Jake. “I still haven’t seen the new Marvel film, I think it’s on Disney+.”

Willem could feel his hole throbbing as he stared at Jake’s pale torso. He blinked. He’d already gone down that road. No need to make that mistake again.

Willem pouted. “Ugh, that’s so boring. I’m tired of staying in, I wanna go out.”

“Didn’t you and your friends used to just sit around and get high all the time?”

“Pot is so high school. I’m onto bigger and better things. Why don’t we go to a club or something?”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “What, like a gay club? You sure you want people to see you with a bunch of queers?”

Willem shrugged. “It’s not like anyone’s gonna know me there. Plus, if you want dick, go where the dicks are. Come on, what do you say?”

Jake sighed, scratching his hair. “I don’t know… I’m not really into the idea of going out just for you to ditch me to go home with some twink from Los Feliz.”

“I promise I won’t ditch you there,” said Willem solemnly. “Only bathroom sex tonight, I promise.” He clasped his hands together. “Please?”

Jake shook his head, smiling. “Fine. But you’re buying.”

Willem clapped his hands excitedly. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Willem put on a plain grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans while Jake wore the floral button-down he’d worn the night that Willem first got cursed. They headed to West Hollywood, joining the throng of Friday-night clubgoers traipsing around on the sidewalk outside the bars. The first club they went to had go-go boys in tight briefs dancing up on platforms in the midst of a sea of sweaty gays. Jake used his fake ID to get the two of them drinks at the bar while Willem scanned the crowd for the signature pink haze.

“I don’t know what you like, so I just got you something sweet,” Jake said, leaning close to Willem’s ear to talk over the pounding music.

Willem sipped his drink, his eyes traveling from man to man as he looked for his next target. He saw plenty of guys that made his hole throb, from the leather daddy with the black mustache to the blond twink in a crop top and booty shorts. But while Willem would gladly open his legs for any of these guys, none of them were the man he was looking for. He needed to find the next guy that the curse had chosen, otherwise tonight would be a total bust.

After a few minutes of searching, Willem finished his drink and set it down on the bar. He walked over to Jake, who was busy dancing with the crop top twink. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, grabbing Jake’s arm and pulling him away.

“Why? I was having fun,” said Jake, looking sadly back at the twink as the guy waved flirtily goodbye.

“He’s not here,” said Willem. “Let’s try someplace else.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “We’re not canlı kaçak iddaa just here for you to find dick, you know.”

“I know that. But you can have fun at any bar, they’re all the same. Let’s just try a few more places.”

They ended up going to two more bars, each with the same result. Despite the hundreds of gay men all crammed inside a tight space (and almost certainly breaking fire code), not one of them had the special pink glow that Willem was looking for. By the time they got to the third bar, Jake had had enough.

“If you wanna leave, that’s fine. But I’m staying here and I’m gonna have a good time,” said Jake.

Willem sighed. “Ugh, fine. I’ll just wait till tomorrow.”

“You could try to have fun too, you know,” said Jake. He reached his hand out. “Come on, let’s dance.”

Willem rolled his eyes, then put his hand in Jake’s as Jake pulled him out onto the dance floor. The speakers were pumping out a remix of a Lady Gaga song, filling the club with throbbing bass beats and auto-tuned vocals. Willem started to relax, dancing along to the music with Jake as he felt a warm energy start to flow throughout his body. At first he thought it was the giddy feeling he got from the buzzing, but he soon realized that the buzzing was actually quiet for once.

He started laughing as he watched Jake’s ungraceful figure trying to dance to the rhythm.

“You really suck at this!” he shouted over the music.

“I just need practice!” Jake shouted back as he shimmied his hips.

Willem was about to say that no amount of practice could possibly help when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked up at the stage at the back of the room to see several go-go dancers coming out from behind the curtain. Apparently, this must have been a cowboy-themed bar, as the three men wore jeans, cowboy boots, and cowboy hats. None of them had shirts on, but they all had smooth chests with rippling muscles and bulging pecs.

Willem stared at the man in the back right, a guy with short sandy blond hair the same color as Willem’s. He was smooth and pale but had a chest like a shelf along with 8-pack abs. Willem’s cock began to leak as he saw the man become enveloped in a pink light that stood out amongst the bright white stage lights. The buzzing came back in full force, humming underneath Willem’s skin like a radiator kicking in.

Jake stopped dancing, watching Willem as he stared open-mouthed at the stage. His shoulders slumped as he looked over and saw the glistening bodies of the go-go boys on the stage.

“I’ll be right back,” said Willem as he pushed through the crowd towards the stage. He looked up at the cowboy as he danced onstage, rolling his hips and undulating his pelvis. The man knew how to move his body as sexily as possible, making every ab muscle ripple as he rolled his body to the beat of the music.

Willem could feel the buzzing sizzling throughout his body. He needed to have this man inside him as soon as possible. Sure, he’d fucked some pretty hot guys in his time, but this guy was gorgeous. He stared openmouthed at the go-go boy as he continued to shake his ass for the crowd.

After a few minutes of ogling, he blinked dumbly, shaking his head as he came back to his senses. He patted his pockets. Cash, he needed cash. He pulled out his wallet to find it empty. Fuck, he really needed to start carrying cash for moments exactly like these. He pushed back through the crowd to find Jake sipping a drink at the bar.

“Jake! Do you have any cash on you?”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

“The go-go boy. Come on, please, I’ll pay you back.”

Jake sighed. He pulled out his wallet. “I only have a $20-“

“Great, thanks!” Willem plucked the bill out of his hand and headed back over to the stage. He waved the $20 bill in the air, trying to get the go-go boy’s attention. One of the other cowboys spotted Willem and started walking toward him, but he waved him away in annoyance. He finally got the attention of the blond cowboy, who came sauntering over to him.

The cowboy took the $20, then grabbed Willem’s hand and started running it down his abs. Willem squealed as he felt the go-go boy run his fingers over the bulge in his jeans. Fuck, he needed that thing in him NOW. After a minute of groping, the go-go boy shoved the $20 in his jeans and turned to walk away.

“Wait!” shouted Willem. “That’s it?”

The cowboy turned around and laughed when he saw the pout on Willem’s face. He leaned down and grabbed the back of Willem’s head, kissing Willem on the lips. Willem grabbed his cowboy hat and kissed him back passionately, his tongue entering the man’s mouth as they made out. The cowboy was surprised for a second, but then responded to Willem’s passion in kind. He pulled Willem closer into him as their tongues battled.

The crowd cheered at the sight of Willem making out with the go-go boy. Willem could feel the buzzing surging through his body towards his brain, making him see white.

The canlı kaçak bahis go-go boy finally broke the kiss for air. “Wow,” he said breathlessly. “That was fucking hot.”

“You should see what else I can do,” Willem said, winking.

Ten minutes later they were alone in the bathroom of the club, passionately making out in one of the stalls. Willem’s mouth was crushed against the cowboy’s soft lips. He reached his hand into the man’s pants and grasped his cock, stroking it in his hand as the man moaned. He sucked on the cowboy’s neck, still stroking him as he rubbed his cock up against the guy’s muscular frame.

“Fuck me…” moaned the cowboy as he ran his fingers through Willem’s curls.

Willem pulled away from the cowboy’s neck. “I thought you were gonna fuck me,” he said, his brow furrowed.

The cowboy made a face. “What? No, I’m a bottom.”

Willem groaned. “I’m a bottom too.”

The cowboy frowned. “Damn. Too bad.” He patted Willem’s chest, then turned to unlock the door to the stall.

“Wait!” said Willem. “You’re not just gonna leave?”

The cowboy raised an eyebrow. “What are we gonna do, bump pussies together?”

Willem blushed. “Well, can’t you just, I don’t know… fuck me anyway?”

The cowboy rolled his eyes. “Listen, honey. There’s a thousand tops out there. I’m sure we can both find someone to satisfy us.”

He turned to leave, the pink haze still blaring brightly around him. The buzzing surged painfully beneath Willem’s skin.

“Wait!” he shouted again. “What if you let me blow you?”

The cowboy shrugged. “Eh, I’m not really that into getting head. Mostly just looking to get piped, you know?”

Willem watched as he left the bathroom. He was too shocked to even say anything. He had never been rejected before! The audacity of it. And this guy was so much bigger and more muscular than Willem… why on earth would he think Willem was a top?

Willem slinked out of the bathroom, his face red with embarrassment as he rejoined the crowd. He looked around, but the go-go boy was nowhere to be seen. He found Jake standing near the bar where he’d left him.

“That was fast. Did he shout ‘yee-haw’ when he came?”

“No,” Willem said sullenly. “He wouldn’t even fuck me! Can you believe it?”

“That not everybody in the world wants to fuck you? Shocking!”

Willem pouted. “He said that he was a bottom too.”

“Yikes,” said Jake. “What are you gonna do?”

“I have no fucking clue! First Carly Rae Jepsen guy, now this… am I losing my touch? I mean, seriously—since when is it so much work to get a guy to fuck you? I mean, I’m fuckable, right?”

Jake shrugged. “Sure. I mean, when you take your clothes off, yeah.”

Willem frowned. “What are you talking about? My clothes look fine.”

“You’re wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans to a club. You dress like you’re ashamed of your body. If you’re trying to slut it up, you could stand to dress the part.”

Willem looked down at his outfit, frowning. “How?”

Jake smirked, an evil glint in his eye. “I have a couple of ideas.”

The next morning Jake dragged Willem over to a gay men’s fashion boutique in WeHo. Willem took one look at the mannequin in the window wearing the diamond-studded choker and crop top that said “Daddy” and raised an eyebrow at Jake. “Really?”

Jake shrugged. “You wanted to seduce the cowboy. Maybe start by not dressing like the cast of Silicon Valley.”

“I’m not exactly trying to broadcast ‘I take it up the ass” to the whole world,” said Willem.

“You don’t have to go over the top. You just need a few pairs of shorts that actually fit your ass. And maybe a few tank tops. And a jockstrap, definitely.”

Willem furrowed his brow. “Like for sports?”

Jake laughed. “No. Definitely not for sports.”

Willem looked around the store as Jake picked out some clothes for him to try on. He could feel his brain getting nice and cloudy as he took in all of the skimpy clothing and pictures of men in their underwear on the walls. He had to admit, the sight of all of this gay paraphernalia was seriously turning him on.

“All right, start with this,” said Jake, shoving a pile of clothes in Willem’s hands. “I’m going to go look through the sale rack.”

Willem headed into the changing room, trying on the assortment of clothes that Jake had picked out for him. The first thing was a black mesh tank top, which showed off Willem’s tan skin and abs. He looked at himself in the mirror.

“Fuck, I look good,” he said, running his hands across his body.

He tried on the next article of clothing, which was a pair of metallic gold short shorts that stretched tight across his ass. He turned profile in the mirror, running his hands over his bubble butt as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He moaned slightly.

The buzzing definitely liked this.

The last thing he tried on was an electric blue jockstrap with the words “TROPHY BOY” written on the waistband. He pulled off the short shorts and his plaid boxers and stepped into the jockstrap, sliding the two neon yellow bands in the back over his ample cheeks. He looked at himself in the mirror again, admiring the way the small blue pouch encapsulated his genitals but left his bubble butt exposed.

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