“We’ll get to the details of your job once you’ve settled in. Now for your room assignment..." The gremlin moved the conversation on before the nameless naked boy could begin protesting in outrage.
"We have another cursed student a year ahead of you living her already. His curse seems quite complimentary to your own. I think you'd make perfect room mates. He's in the room between 12 and 14. Good day." And just like that, the boy was flung out of the office in a much less delicate transportation spell. It wasn't teleportation, but more like being yanked away down a series of maze like corridors at blinding speed. It felt like falling, but the direction of down kept changing with the passage ways. It lasted for only a second, and the boy came rolling to a stop in an unfamiliar hallway.
There were a series of numbered doors. The boy wanted to run back to the bastard of a gremlin who'd tricked him into giving up his identity and magic, but he didn't know the way back. He felt like he could get lost in these corridors. The wood floor was old and creaking, and covered by dusty carpets. This floor had only recently been reopened for use for cursed students and artifacts, and had a lot to be cleaned and fixed. The ancient stone walls of the magic castle felt cold on the boy's bare skin when he leaned against them, despite it being a sunny day outside. Not knowing what else to do, he followed the numbers of the doors until he passed 12. The next door was 14. The boy paused, puzzled and moved back. There was no room 13. There wasn't even a place for a door there. They'd simply skipped that room number. Had he been assigned to a room that didn't exist? He shivered and looked around some more. The opposite wall was just the outer wall of the castle. He could see out of the dirty window at the students bellow, laughing and basking in the sun and getting to know each other. He felt like a prisoner behind bars.
He sat down on the carpet on his knees. None of this was right. This wasn't supposed to be how his first day at the magical university was supposed to go. He tried to remember his name, but couldn't even recall what letter it began with. First name or last. Did he even have a middle name? A door opened directly in front of the kneeling naked nameless boy. He looked up as a wave of testosterone smell washed out over him. There hadn't been a door there before. Yet now door 12 and 14 seemed further away, making room for this semi-existent door.
A hulking figure stood in the doorway looking down at the kneeling boy. The person had dark greenish skin and rippling muscles. A huge orc stood over the boy wearing just pants. This was a student only one year his senior!?
"Thought I heard someone out here," the orc said in a deep rumbling voice that reverberated through the boy's chest. "You must be the one they assigned me." The boy was too taken aback by the sudden appearance of the huge orc, that he didn't quite find his tongue.
"Ah... Yes..." Was all the boy found to say. The orc grinned, tusks showing menacingly. "Finally! I've been so desperate for it. And they even found me a cute one. Perfect. I don't even mind that you're a guy."
"Wha...?" The orc took the boy's arm in a massive hand that made him feel like a tiny doll in comparison. He was yanked to his feet and pulled intimately close to the shirtless beast's chest. The boy was at eye height with his nipples.
"The name's Wrog. And you?"
"Ah... I don't have a name."
"Oh! A nameless one! Even better! Come." Wrog's guiding shove might as well have been a forceful push for how little choice the boy had. They stepped into an actually rather large living room. It was far larger than what should be able to fit for each of the doors placed so close to each other. There were even doors to other sections, as if this wasn't a dorm room but full home. However the whole place reeked of cum. Wrog still held onto the boy's wrist and marched him deeper into the den, letting the door slam closed behind him. As the boy looked back, he could no longer see the door they'd entered from. Did it only exist for his room mate? How was he supposed to get in and out without help?
"Sorry for not giving you the tour or getting to know you first, but I really can't hold out much longer. You're in perfect time. My sex curse is calling me, and jerking off only puts off the inevitable."
"S...sex curse!?" the boy stammered, being dragged into a darker room where the smell of sex was almost overwhelming. A single huge bed awaited them. "Wait... I'm not..." the boy said, quivering with sudden fear.
"Don't worry. I know you're nervous because the curse made my cock so huge, but it'll work out. The curse will make it work." There was definitely more aggression in Wrog's voice now. As if he was fighting every fiber of his being to do this first time properly, and not just rip off his pants right then and there and take the nameless boy on the floor like an animal.
The boy was flung onto the bed with a powerful toss. He scrambled naked on the sheets, trying to pull some cover over himself, but his own nudity curse flung the bedding off him. Not that it would have helped. The hulking orc had a red glow in his eyes as the sex curse began to take over completely. The beast's pants were off and the boy stared in terror at the massive, very angry looking green cock, and the two huge balls hanging under them.
"Wait!" he tried, but Wrog was upon him like a predictor, pinning him to the bed. Wrog moved so the tip if his cock was right up against the boy's face. Precum oozed copiously from the monster cock. The boy tried to turn his face away in disgust, but the orc grabbed him by the hear and forced his mouth upon the cock. It was almost too big to fit! The boy felt like his jaw was going to dislocate. Precum filled his mouth. The orc jerked his cock savagely and within moments waves upon waves of fresh hot cum forced its way down the boy's throat, chocking him. Wrog grunted, as his orgasm granted him a moment of self control, if only barely.
"There. Now that you've drunk it, my curse should be changing you to be my perfect sex toy." With that, Wrog roared and re-positioned himself ready to fuck his nameless room mate in the ass. The boy tried to beg for him to stop, but all he managed was the gurgle the cum he'd been drowning in. The massive cock shoved its way into his ass, making him cry out. In and in it went. It hurt like all hell, but less than he would have expected. Was this the effects of the curse Worg had mentioned? The boy's slim belly moved with the pressure of the invading cock. How was he not being split in two right now?
Wrog was all the way inn and now began to piston in and out. The boy cried out and moaned in... pleasure!? What was wrong with him!? He hated this! He wanted it to stop! He wanted more! Oh god, he was going mad. A bewildering storm of unfamiliar lust mixed with pain filled him. He couldn't think. He was actually being fucked by an orc. He reached for his cock to stroke it too, but again, all his fingers caught was the invisible force field protecting his tiny penis. He couldn't even masturbate, yet here he was being this orc's cum bucket.
Days passed, or was it just hours? All sense of time vanished in the savage sex. Wrog filled the nameless boy's ass with cum, then just kept going and filled it again. Each time, the boy thought he was about to pop like a balloon, but instead his belly swelled as if he were pregnant, then slowly subsided back to his slim normal figure, ready for another load. The stimulation of the boy's prostate was beyond imagination, but the boy somehow hadn't been able to squeeze out a single drop or precum, let alone having an orgasm. The magic that kept him from being able to touch his cock was also making orgasms literally impossible for him. He just reached that tipping point of climax, but then he wouldn't climax. His hornyness grew and grew, well past the point where he'd cream himself, yet all he could do was moan and gasp and let his brain melt with lust. Never ending edging.
At one point, Wrog had his cock back in the boy's mouth, only this time more than just the head fit. He actually managed to shove the entire cock all the way down his sex toy's throat and fuck him that way. Wrog took him into other rooms to get fucked there. They went from position to position. On the sofa. Against the wall. On the kitchen counter. Up against a window overlooking the castle's courtyard full of students. On the floor. Everywhere.
By the end of it, the nameless boy was too exhausted to move. He'd been unable to move for most of it, just taking it. Wrog was panting, finally temporarily satisfying the sex curse for the first time since he'd been cursed. Whatever the cure's effect on the nameless boy was, it had let the orc fuck him without killing him, and made his body apparently absorbed all the cum that went in him. Where all that cum went was a mystery. But Wrog had cum at least two dozen times in his new toy, while the boy hadn't been able to get one single orgasm that entire time.
"That was amazing," Wrog rumbled. "I've almost got you ready now. One last step to make you my permanent perfect sex toy." The boy wasn't able to protest at all as he was placed into an airtight barrel that barely fit him. Wrog began to jerk off into it, filling it with blast after blast of hot fresh cum. Apparently, the curse let the orc cum as much as he wanted, the complete opposite of the boy. They boy sat with his legs against his chest, stuffed into the small barrel as it began to fill to the brim. Was this monster planning to drown him!? He tried to talk, but he was so weak after all that sex and Wrog kept aiming for his face and open mouth.
"You know, it's good that my sex toy finally arrived though. I'm apparently supposed to get a room mate soon. I feared that I'd loose control and condemn some poor innocent guy into becoming my sex slave if he arrived first. I've had to lock myself into my room until now to keep from raping anyone. But when such a cute thing like you arrived kneeling naked at my door, I knew my wait was over." The boy tried to protest and say that he was the roommate, but the cum was already past his mouth. Soon it would be past his nose and he'd drown.
"Don't worry about drowning. My curse will keep you alive and adapt your body to what I need. It might just take a while." With that, the cum covered the boy's head. He couldn't breath. He was drowning. He struggled to get out, but as he reached up, he felt Wrog slam the lid shut above him, sealing him inside the barrel full of orc cum. The boy panicked and tried to hammer on the wood. Finally he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He'd expected a drowning sensation. Cloaking and pain. Instead cum filled his nostrils and mouth... he wasn't drowning. He wasn't breathing either. It felt weird. He was just soaking in the cum. Trapped. Waiting. Soon, he allowed his exhaustion to take over, and he fell unconscious in the barrel.