The Cursed Doll

Chapter 6

I followed Trefor into the dungeon he lived in during the full moon. Meridion awaited us.

“You introduced Aled to Ceran and his companion’s?” He met my eye. “Well, Aled. Now you know exactly what awaits you if the curse transfers to you.”

“Yes, Meridion, I do, and I am still of the same mind.” I remembered that large penis in my mouth as my beloved fucked me. Was Ceran really condemned to a living death like that? At least all his friends and lovers were now assembled around him. I made up my mind to research everything I could about Ceran, the feeling that he was more victim than perpetrator strong in my mind.

“The full moon will rise in four minutes, Trefor. Make yourself ready, and I will put Aled into his restraints so he can watch, but not interfere.” Taking me by the hand, he said, “Stand there, Aled. Remember, this is for your safety.” He waved a hand and I was strapped to the padded wall, in a tight rubber suit, plugged and gagged. “What is it?” He asked as I grunted and strained to signal Trefor.

“I think I know,” Trefor stepped forward and kissed the gag. “I love you, Aled. No matter what happens, no matter what you decide after seeing … I will always love you.” 

Turning abruptly, he walked to the centre of the room in the middle of the pentagram now visible, his naked body pale in the lights. Then he faced me and smiled.

“Watch closely, Aled. It is starting.”

My eyes widened as his gorgeous penis rose majestically erect, turning black as it did so, starting at the glans. His scrotum followed, then swiftly the black spread upwards and downwards from his crotch, he smiled and winked at me as it reached his neck, and he mouthed the words ‘I love you’ as his mouth opened and assumed the open O shape. Then he gently folded to his knees, his hands touched the floor and my beloved Trefor was no more than a rubber sex doll for the pleasure of any who wished to use him.

And on this night, there were several already waiting. I wept in frustration and anguish as I watched them tease and enjoy fucking him in the face or his butt. Others played with his gorgeous organ, but none allowed him to enter them. I tried to keep a count of how many different men used him, alarmed to see, as the night drew towards the dawn, that it amounted to only six, though many of them had fucked him multiple times. It was a relief to see Meridian move the six out and two of the servants enter, and delivered the necessary eight loads of cum … 

They had just left when Meridion returned. “The moon is setting. We must be quick. Two more men entered, between them they lifted the still crouched rubber doll and placed him on his back on a stout metal padded couch, then gently arranged his legs and arms and strapped him to the couch with the heaviest and tightest restraints I’d ever seen.

“After a session like tonight’s, his return to human form is often difficult. His body is now overstimulated, all the stored up orgasmic sensations he experienced while they played with him will be released in a sudden burst. After that he may sleep, but must not be sexually stimulated in any way.” Meridion prepared and large goblet. “As soon as he is capable of thought I will administer this preparation. It works quite quickly, reducing his libido and lowering his sexual hormone levels.”

“My lord, it begins.”

“Capture his semen!”

The servant had a large glass flask ready. As swiftly as Trevor had changed to his rubber form, his transition back to human was slower. He moaned, then cried as he strained against his bonds. He ejaculated at regular intervals, rapidly filling the flask with his thick creamy seminal fluid and sperm. The servant obviously knew what to expect because he spilled nothing, and finally withdrew the container as the now limp penis stopped ejaculating and flopped onto my beloved’s stomach as he lay, twitching and groaning.

This lasted several minutes, then Meridion quietly moved beside him and said softly, “Drink the potion, Trefor. You need restoration now.”

“Aled? Where is Aled? Did he …”

Suddenly released from my restraints, I moved closer, my muscles stiff and sore from the long restraint.

“I’m here, beloved. Rest now …”

“Do you … Did you …?”

“Yes, my darling, I saw everything.” I would have kissed him, but Meridion stopped me. “I love you even more, darling Trefor. And I will explore with your uncle what I must do to be your companion and lover.”

Over the following weeks I persuaded Meridion to teach me all he knew about the curse and how it might affect me. I searched the extensive library, with the help of Edwyn, the Mage’s apprentice, and found what I sought, an account of Ceran’s having been accused of some slight to a powerful Mage, and how he was cursed to be a living Rubber Pleasure Doll at every full moon and to be unable to refuse sexual pleasure to any who demanded it. The account explained how Ceran had been entrapped by the cursed hood in this account by the Mage. Ceran’s lover apparently having a liking for using such a hood in their lovemaking. It left me with more questions than answers, among them why he had been cursed, and who created the hood?

I spent every night watching my beloved being used as a toy by different men, and was there each morning for his revival. On the fourth day I was waiting in our apartment when he was brought up and we put him carefully to bed. I slept on a cot at the foot of the bed so as not to disturb him or arouse him by my presence, and on the fifth morning had my reward. 

Trefor woke me in my cot, made me stand and said, “I have something for you, my love.” 

“And I for you, beloved.” I grinned as our naked bodies made contact in a hug. 

“Me first,” he whispered, already in his rubber form. “Your last instruction to me was to fuck you, but I cannot initiate it now without instruction.” 

“That’s what I said, Trefor. But this time I want you to take me face to face.” I remembered he needed specific instructions. “Place me on my back on the bed and fuck me — and give me a full dose of your seed.”

He lifted me effortlessly, though I noticed his arms were more flexible than normal, and seemed to stretch a little as he carried me to the huge bed, laid me on my back and positioned himself between my raised legs as I prepared to receive him. Wrapping my legs over his back, I lifted myself and let him enter me, biting my lip as he sank his rubber cock deep into me. His expression, as always, blank, began to change as his mouth changed to the open O of his doll form.

“Trefor, fuck me. You are not the doll Trefor, you are my beloved Trefor. My beloved partner with the most beautiful cock … and I want you to fill me with your seed …”

Slowly the mouth resumed it’s normal shape, and his thrusting became more natural. I clamped my legs around him and grabbed handfuls of the bed as his pace increased.

“Let it go, beloved … release your cum … feel the joy of release …” I gasped as he rammed himself deep and shuddered. His ejaculation seemed to go on for a very long time. Each time either of us moved, he discharged another load into me. 

When he finally withdrew his penis was slick with his own cum, still rigid, and dribbling, but before I could move, his mouth was once again the O shape and he had my erection in his oral sleeve … It was wonderful, and it was only after he’d drained me that I realised he’d managed to do that of his own will while in his rubber doll form.

 As he lifted his face from my cock, I grabbed his head and pulled him down on top of me, my mouth seeking his, still an open O, for an intense kiss. He changed his oral configuration as our mouths met, and our kiss expressed the pleasure, the love and our mutual desire. When we finally eased apart, Trefor was still in his rubber form, but I cuddled him, kissing his cheek, his mouth and his nipples.

“My darling, you initiated giving me that wonderful oral … Does this mean something has changed with the curse?”

He lay, his blank eyes, staring at the ceiling. It took a moment for his mouth to resume its normal shape and form. “I don’t know. I just felt compelled to do it.” He remained silent for a moment. “I wanted to do it, but couldn’t until … It was strange. I’ve never felt that before. And now, I want … but, I can’t …”

“Tell me what you want, my love.”

“To be fucked by you … the way you had me …”

“That’s a pure pleasure, my darling,” I changed position, and had him raise his legs as I had. My cock was hard as it touched the tight rubber pucker of his opening and he wrapped his legs over my back as I pushed myself inside him. “Tell me what you feel as I do this, beloved.” I said gently, “I want to know what to expect when …”

For a moment he struggled, his mouth attempting to reform for oral sex, then he began.

“I feel your penis inside me, the sensation is intense — in my entire groin. My penis feels as if it must explode, so do my testicles, and the glands. — or something — inside me … And not just there, my whole body tingles as you thrust. It commands me to submit, to be your pleasure thing, your toy … It is difficult to think coherently … You are my master, I must surrender my body to your use … fuck me, Master, your toy needs the nourishment of your seed …” He stopped speaking his mouth resuming the O form as I thrust into him, and I paused to kiss him and extend my tongue into his mouth to explore his tongue. 

I did my best, but not having his permanent rubber erection, my ejaculation also meant my losing my erection and slipping free of his butt. Lowering his legs, I proceeded to suck his gorgeous rubber phallus, eventually succeeding in inducing his ejaculation. When I’d swallowed that, I continued until he flooded my mouth with a second discharge. Then I chained him to the bed and went in search of Meridion.

When I returned with the elixir and the answer I sought, Trefor was once again human, and grinning from ear to ear. 

“You said you had something for me, my love.” He grinned and rattled the chains. “Is this it?”

I laughed. “No, but first I have your elixir so we can hold a conversation without you changing form on me.” I held the goblet to his lips and he drank thirstily. Until the goblet was almost empty. 

“Taste it, my love.” He grinned. “It’ll probably induce a strong desire for sex in you …”

“I have that already, goof. But, okay, I’ll taste it — just to please you.” I drained the goblet, and then frowned. “Strange taste, not unpleasant. A syrupy consistency — aha! I recognise at least one part of it — semen!” My cock began to harden. “And you were right about the effect …”

“Yes. Mine.” He laughed as I put the glass down. “What else did you want to give me, love?”

“Myself. At the next full moon.” I grinned. “In a way that will give you the most pleasure, and allow me to share your days and nights. And better, while we can’t completely escape the curse, your uncle and I think we may have a way to allow you to be autonomous when you are in your doll form …” I smiled at him. “He will research it further, and, if it proves correct, we will do it together.”

“What ..?” He began. 

“No, I will not say until we know more. Now, tell me, what should I expect to experience as I become a rubber mannequin for the sexual enjoyment of others?”

We talked until past midday, and, as he’d now stabilised his human form, I let him up, we showered, dressed in our simple loose tunics, and went in search of lunch. 

In the days that followed, Meridion did a great deal of research, answered two of my most important questions, and, with my help, examined the nine rubber mannequins in the crypt.

“Remarkable, Aled,” Meridion told me. “You are right, and I have not seen it all these years. Ceran was wronged, and the hood was created so he could be controlled by the mage desired to punish him — the creator knew, but Ceran didn’t, that it meant any who loved him would also become rubber like himself if they made love to him at the full moon, though it should have been obvious.” He frowned. “Perhaps it was, but in his anger he didn’t care. There is an element of absolute hatred in this curse …”