"I'm sorry," Was all Mark could manage.
Mark caved in, the curse-given lust too powerful to stop him. His hand latched around his dripping member and with a primal instinct began to thrust and tug and play with his member. His wails of pleasurer were loud, deep and filled with both regret and overwhelming relief. You honestly captivated by the sight, no doubt an influence of the curse but still...There was a twinge of jealousy to see Mark, who was so far from fully giving into the curse that he could certainly jerk off a couple more times...
You stopped yourself, realizing that you were dangerously close to giving into your massively strong urge to jerking off...
With one hand fixed to his cock, Mark ran his free hand up and down his bare, hairless chest and buckled his hips up and down into his hand. In a sudden, loud and messy final, he came in thick, creamy and honey-scented ropes. His pubic hair became thick and dense, his erection growing 8inchs long. His hair began to darken and curl into thick rings and he finally caught his breath.
"Oh no, what have I done!?" He cried