Elliot Enchanted

Elliot was a very unlucky young fellow, or at least, he had always considered himself to be so. It wasn't just that his mother had died when he was very young, or that his father had remarried a horrible woman with two equally horrible daughters from a previous marriage. No, Elliot's problem stemmed even further back, from an unfortunate visitation by a fairy godmother when he was born. Most children got blessings from their fairy godmothers: good looks, an empathy with animals, or destinies full of love and wealth. Elliot's rather literal-minded godmother had gifted him with "obedience." And it wasn't merely that Elliot was a generally obedient person, no. Elliot was incapable of not following orders. Whenever anyone spoke to him in a manner that could be construed as an order or even request, Elliot was helpless under a magical compulsion to obey.

This "blessing" had been the bane of his existence for a long time, and had only become worse when his stepsisters arrived. The two were truly horrible: stuck-up, vain, and generally mean-spirited. The younger of the two was luckily too dumb to find her way to the bottom of a lake if she'd been dropped in it, and so Elliot could usually avoid or outwit her. But the older of the two, Mattie, was sharp. She delighted in tormenting Elliot, and had quickly discerned the nature of his little magical problem. She loved to use it against him whenever possible. Elliot tried to avoid her as much as he could, but somehow she seemed always to be right underfoot.

Today was just such a day, as Elliot sat by himself in the airy upstairs bedroom he shared with his stepsisters, absently humming to himself and writing out a shopping list for his trip into the market later that day. Mattie had barged into the room, commandeered some paper and ink from him, and had gone to the desk to write a fan-letter to the prince. Elliot had rolled his eyes. His stepsisters were disgustingly enchanted with the man, and would go on and on about him for hour after tedious hour whenever prompted. They'd even put up posters with his face all over their walls, with no thought to the fact that Elliot had to share the space. Secretly, Elliot didn't mind too much, since at least the prince was handsome, but he still somewhat resented the intrusion of their bubble-headed adoration into what had been his personal sanctuary.

A few minutes into her concentrated work on the letter, Mattie looked up at him angrily. "Elliot!" she snapped, "That humming is annoying me! Put a cork in it!"

Elliot glared at her; she'd been the one to barge in on him, after all, but a second later he felt the familiar twinge of his magical compulsion taking hold and moved over to an empty ornamental wine bottle near the door. He wrenched the cork from the top of the bottle and popped it sullenly into his mouth, where it sat like a large, mottled pacifier. He hated how literal the spell sometimes was. He returned to glaring at his stepsister.

She giggled at the sight of him. Elliot rolled his eyes, his gaze coming to rest on the picture of the prince next to her, with his charming smile and perfect teeth...

"Are you looking at my picture?" Mattie demanded, annoyance returning to her voice. "Are you looking at him, you insignificant cretin?!"

Elliot quickly averted his gaze, so that he could truthfully answer, "No."

"You were!" she insisted, her voice rising shrilly. She had always been even less reasonable than usual wherever the prince was concerned. "You were you were you were! I saw you! You're attracted to him, aren't you? Tell the truth!"

"I guess he's good-looking," Elliot admitted grudgingly.

"I knew it!" the girl shrieked. "You disgusting little worm! Well, you can't have him! He's mine! I'm his biggest fan, so I have dibs!"

Elliot rolled his eyes. "Like the prince would ever have anything to do with you," he muttered.

Mattie's eyes blazed. "Well, he certainly wouldn't have anything to do with you," she said, sneering. "You're a boy. And even if his tastes did run that way—which they don't!—you're a disgusting, filthy whore!"

"I am not!" Elliot shouted, his face coloring with rage. "You take that back!"

"You are!" Mattie shouted back, and then suddenly her face broke into a slow, evil smile, and her voice dropped back down to normal. "In fact, you're such a filthy whore that as soon as we're done here, you're going to take that list and go out to the market, and when you get there you're going to get down on your knees suck off the first man you see. And any one else who gathers around to see you're going to try to either suck off or let them fuck you, especially if you can get them to do it at the same time. And if anyone tries to stop you, you're just going to try and pleasure them too. You're totally desperate for cock, and until I next see you, you're going to try and get every single one you can find into you in one way or another. By any means necessary."

Elliot gaped at her, open-mouthed, unable to even think in the face of such horror. Mattie smiled at him sickeningly, then tilted her head slightly to the side and said, "We're done here."

Elliot felt the familiar twinge of magical compulsion settle on him, and fought it with all his might. But he'd learned from long and painful experience that there was no way to stop these spells once they were set in motion. His mind screaming rebellion, he grabbed up his list and shopping basket and headed for the door. He considered screaming for his father for help, trying to get him to countermand the order, but the thought of what the spell might force him to do if he saw the man stopped him cold, and he did nothing as the spell swept him away to the market.

The country path up to the market was generally empty, and today was no exception. As he made the journey, Elliot tried to think desperately of how he could avoid the spell. He scoured the wording for some hint of a loophole, wracking his brain for possibilities. She'd used the word "see." "The first man you see" and "until I next see you." So maybe if he just closed his eyes, he could get his shopping done quickly and run back, and then when Hattie saw him return, the spell would be broken, wouldn't it? And she wouldn't know what he had or hadn't done, so...

Mind made up, Elliot took up a handkerchief from his pocket and tied it around his eyes. He knew the country path well enough, and he could ask someone to guide him through the market once he got there. This could work. It might be okay after all.

With his vision blocked, Elliot's awareness of sounds was heightened. As he approached the market, the din of trade overwhelmed him. He'd have to wade into that fray, he knew, in order to find a guide for the market. It would be difficult to find someone when he was already blindfolded, especially because he'd have no way of judging whether the person was trustworthy, but it was better than the alternative.

Elliot took a deep breath and stepped closer to the myriad voices. "Excuse me," he attempted, trying to focus on one voice out of the many so that he could turn to the person and get their attention. "Excuse me? Could someone help me please?"

The market was apparently crowded today, and he was jostled mercilessly back and forth. He tried a few more times to get someone's attention, but the jostling combined with the blindfold to disorient him, and before he knew it he had been shoved from behind and sent sprawling on the dirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said a voice. "Let me help you up. Whoops, looks like your headband slipped down over your eyes." The handkerchief was slid upwards to his forehead, and Elliot instinctively opened his eyes towards the light.

The face of the man helping him up was not particularly handsome, but not particularly ugly, either. He seemed to be about Elliot's father's age, which, considering that Elliot was already sixteen years old, was not young. With a feeling something like despair, Elliot reached forward for the man's belt buckle.

The action startled the man enough that by the time he thought to protest, Elliot already had his pants undone and the man's cock in his mouth. The man's body stiffened in shock and sensation as Elliot quickly and deliberately bobbed his head up and down on the man's member, determined to get this horrible ordeal overwith as quickly as possible. The man's fingers shot down to Elliot's hair in surprise, then fisted tightly in the short brown strands as waves of pleasure wracked his body.

Elliot was vaguely aware of a shocked circle of onlookers forming around them, but he did his best to block it out. He could feel his face and neck heating with shame.

There was the sound of footsteps approaching behind him, and another masculine voice said, "James? What's taking y- Holy..."

Elliot felt his hands descend to his own belt, fingers undoing the catch lightly and easily and pulling the fabric downward. 'At least let me put the one I've already wetted inside me,' he thought to himself. 'That will hurt less.'

He executed the switch quickly, so that the man, James, would not have time to recover from the shock. In a single swift motion he drew his head back and off of James's cock, then spun around and impaled his now bare ass on the slick penis. It hurt going in; Elliot wasn't nearly prepared enough, and he knew it. But the spell would allow him no less, and he reached behind himself with his hands to grab James's hips and used the purchase to shove himself backwards, sliding the man's cock into him as deep as he possibly could.

It was incredibly difficult to balance in this position, but the man's friend, whom Elliot was now facing, was within arm's reach. Elliot grabbed him and yanked him forward, unfastening this new man's pants as well, and leaning on him for support. This man was nowhere near as good-looking as James, either. He was a slovenly, overweight fellow with beady little eyes and the big red nose of a drunkard. Still, Elliot had no choice in the matter and quickly freed the man's member, dropping his head down to plunge the cock deep into his throat.

This man's penis was not particularly long, but it was inordinately thick, and Elliot nearly choked as the flesh hit the back of his throat and pushed forward. He didn't really have much control over either penetration from this position, but the men finally seemed to be getting the point, and James had started thrusting on his own, his hands gripping Elliot's hips with startling pressure.

The cock in Elliot's mouth tasted vaguely acrid, and tears formed in Elliot's eyes. The man smelled as though he had not bathed in days, perhaps weeks, and Elliot was beginning to regret his decision to turn around like this. Maybe letting this man push into his ass dry would've been better than enduring the stench that invaded his nostrils as the man held his head steady and thrust into his mouth.

But luckily, the man in front didn't take long. The acrid smell was replaced with an equally unpleasant taste as the man's semen flooded into his mouth, dribbling out around the girth of the cock and down Elliot's chin. The man drew it out with a sort of satisfactory yank, and smeared a last little spurt of cum onto Elliot's cheek.

"He's gonna overbalance if someone don't come up here and hold him," Elliot heard the man say. It was said with the air of one obviously addressing a crowd, but Elliot didn't dare look around. Instead he squeezed his eyes shut as he heard a pair of interested voices pipe up. Then he heard his own voice, punctuated by the forceful thrusts of James, still working away at his ass, say, "If you two will -nn- take out your cocks and -nn- sit down in front of me -nn- here, I can take you both -nn- in my ass at once."

He heard vague muttering from the crowd around him, and the thrusts into his ass suddenly became much more vigorous. He felt more than heard the two figures step forward, and then his eyes opened on their own to see the points of the men's already hard cocks lined up together, waiting impatiently for him. With a strangled cry, Elliot wrenched himself forward, yanking James's cock out of his ass, and grabbed the two cocks in his hand. He swiveled around, pressing them together and lining them up, and sat slowly, feeling the two heads press futilely against the skin of his buttocks, butting up against his anus but not quite penetrating.

As he tried to line them up more accurately, his head was yanked forward and James's cock was shoved once more into his mouth. He nearly retched at the foul taste of his own rectum on the man's penis, but he wasn't given much of a choice in the matter; James grabbed his head and shoved his penis forward until Elliot's lips touched the man's balls, then proceeded to thrust.

Meanwhile, Elliot's hands were still working. He angled the cocks below him until the head of one was slightly higher than the head of the other and pressed down on the first head with his anus until it finally popped inside. He slid his body down the shaft until he came to the second head, and then used his fingers to pry open the skin of his anus until the second head found purchase. With a single swift downward jolt he impaled himself on the second cock as well, feeling impossibly stretched, wondering if he was going to rip open, or perhaps split in two.

The men below him let out strangled groans as their shafts sank into Elliot's ass. Elliot leveraged himself up slightly on his legs and then dropped back down onto the two spears, barely able to move even that much around the sickeningly full feeling of his penetration. The two men seemed to sense this, and their hands found his body, working together to lift him up and plunge him back down onto their waiting members.

The rhythm was odd and disconcerting. On the one end he was moving up and down on the two men's cocks below him, while his upper half was being yanked backwards and forwards by James's attentions to his mouth. Luckily they all stood close enough together that Elliot never quite felt pulled apart, although he wasn't sure he could have felt it over the painful intrusion into his ass anyway.

When James came, he pulled out quickly and spurted his cum all over Elliot's face. Elliot closed his eyes, feeling the warm semen splatter on his nose, cheeks, and forehead. He heard some chuckles from the crowd around him as the sticky substance ran in trails down his neck and into his shirt collar.

The two men below him were not done, and showed no signs of being close. They were still man-handling Elliot, shifting him up and down like the handle of a pump. Elliot gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying out. The sensation of the double penetration was interesting; sometimes, when their movements didn't quite sync up, he could feel the two members individually sliding around inside him. But most of the time it simply felt like a single, thick object wedged painfully inside him.

They must have been going at him for at least ten minutes when a strident, angry voice came from the crowd - "What's going on here? What is the meaning of this?"

Elliot opened his eyes to see a man in police uniform step into the circle. The man was scowling, and moved forward to break things up. "What are you doing to that poor boy?" he growled. Elliot reached forward desperately and grabbed at the officer's pants, yanking them down so hard that the belt actually popped open.

The man paused in shock and, used to the procedure by now, Elliot took advantage of the momentary lapse to get his lips around the man's penis. In control now of these thrusts, he waited until the two men fucking him lifted him up, and plunged his head forward and down onto the policeman's shaft. When the two men shoved him down once again, he withdrew his lips to the head of the officer's penis, then dipped his head as he rose once again, and so on.

The policeman and the two men beneath him came nearly at the same time. First Elliot's hips were slammed down with considerable force, the two organs deep, deep inside him as he felt first one, then the other liquid spray of seed inside him. Then, just as they were letting him up, the officer's hips began to buck, and the salty taste of cum once again flooded his mouth, pouring down his throat. Elliot coughed, choking slightly, as the dazed police officer took a step back, stowing away his now flaccid cock.

The policeman cleared his throat and grabbed Elliot by the arm. "There's nothing more to see here," he announced, his voice rough and shaky. He jerked Elliot up and dragged the boy away, throwing him in the back of the police carriage and slamming the door behind him. Elliot heard him head towards the front and spur on the horses.

Elliot lay slumped in the darkness for some time, his mind blank with shock and denial. With all his might he desperately blocked out any thoughts, unwilling to accept what was happening to him.

When they reached the police station, the same officer grabbed Elliot out of the carriage and escorted him to a jail cell. Mercifully, they saw no one else on the way down. Elliot wasn't sure what he would do if he saw another man; his anus was raw and aching from what he'd already done earlier, and he still had the sour aftertaste of the policeman's cum in his mouth.

The officer threw Elliot into the prison cell and stormed off. The entire time he'd been man-handling Elliot, he had never met the boy's eyes.

Elliot curled up in one corner of the cell and surveyed his surroundings. The cells were little more than a series of iron bars set into a stone floor and ceiling. The wall behind him was stone, but the walls on the other three sides were thick black bars, with the ones on the right and left being immediately adjacent to other cells, and the one in the front leading to the hallway by which the officer had brought him in.

As Elliot was looking around, he noticed a bundle of rags in the cell next to him was moving slightly. He peered at it, realizing suddenly that it was not a mere pile of cloth, but was actually a sleeping person. Peering a bit more closely, Elliot realized that it was a man, and then felt a wave of despair as his body once again began to move on its own.

"By any means necessary," his stepsister had said.

"Hey you," hissed Elliot, moving over to the side of his cell closest to the man. "Hey."

The bundle of rags stirred, and the filthy head of a beggar, stubbled and with a mouth full of rotting teeth, poked up. Elliot could smell him from across the cell, and nearly gagged.

"Hey," said Elliot, the words coming without his intention, "if you come over here, I'll suck you off."

The beggar's eyes narrowed; he seemed to suspect a trick. He shook his head.

Elliot sighed in resignation as his body moved for him. Once again he pulled down his pants and undergarments, then turned around so that his ass faced the bars of the cell. He moved backwards; the space between the bars was just wide enough that he could slide a leg through one of the apertures, and so he put one leg each through two of the gaps, leaving a third gap empty between them through which his anus peeked, framed by the two dark uprights of the cell bars. His buttocks felt cold where they pressed against the iron.

Elliot didn't look back, but seconds later he felt something thick and hard plunge into his anus as the beggar fucked him violently. Tears once again stung in Elliot's eyes at the humiliation of the rough thrusts. The beggar man could not push all the way into him because of the bars, so he settled into shallow thrusts that became shallower and shallower until finally the man was actually pulling all the way out of him between thrusts, the head of his cock stretching Elliot painfully as it left, before thrusting back in for a quick cleaving of his anus, and disappearing once more. The friction was unbearable, and Elliot could not stop the cries of pain that squeezed out of him this time. His ass was sore enough already, and the frenzied, animal-like thrusts of the beggar man left a searing rawness in their wake.

His cries of pain attracted the guard, and Elliot looked up to see a new officer, a stranger, coming into the room to see what the commotion was. At the sight of Elliot being fucked by the beggar, he ran, face full of concern, to the cell door, fumbling with his keys. He was trying to open the beggar's cell, but Elliot managed to call out to him.

"No, come in here! Please!"

His eyes wide with surprise, the guard opened Elliot's cell as instructed and darted inside. 'Bad move,' Elliot thought. 'If I was anyone else, I could be trying to use this as a distraction to escape.' But instead he waited until the man was within his reach, then dragged him forward, pulling him down to his knees, and went to work on the fastenings of the man's pants.

He was almost getting used to this, he thought as he pulled out the man's cock and shoved it into his mouth. As usual, the officer seemed inclined to protest and draw back at first, but as soon as his cock started to slide in and out of Elliot's throat, he gave up his struggles and let Elliot blow him. Elliot tried to use the sensation to distract himself from the painful thrusts of the beggar, but it was no more effective than before. He wished he could just pass out already, so he wouldn't have to be subjected to any more of this. Perhaps his family would come get him, and then when his stepsister saw him again he would be free of this curse.

The beggar quickly came in Elliot's ass, but Elliot couldn't move from his position because the guard in front of him kept him pinned in place. A minute or two later, he felt a returning pressure against his anus as the beggar came back for seconds.

When the guard finally came into Elliot's mouth, he seemed ashamed of it. His face was deep crimson, and he tidied himself up and left without looking at Elliot again. Elliot stayed where he was while the beggar continued to thrust into him, until the old man came inside him a second time and pulled out, apparently losing interest as he went back to his corner to lie down once more. Elliot lay dazed on the floor after that, lying on his side as a trickle of cum oozed out of his anus.

A third unfamiliar officer came down that evening to get his information. Elliot wanted desperately to tell the man his name and address, but he was petrified that the man would get his father, would tell him what Elliot had done, or worse: bring the man here, where Elliot would be powerless not to try and fuck his own sire. So instead of his information, he gave this new guard another blowjob. A fourth unfamiliar officer, together with the first officer he'd met on the street, came down to bring him supper later that same evening, and he took both of them into his ass at the same time.

By mid-day the next day, Elliot had serviced every single member of the police force, most of them more than once. Many of them had come to him during the night, had crowded in on him until he'd finally been forced to take two of them into his hands because he was already full with one in his mouth and two in his anus. The ones who'd had to make do with his hands had gotten their turns, though. Elliot had swallowed so much cum that he thought he might be sick, and his face and ass were sticky with it. Every hour or so another guard would come down, sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend or two, and he'd service them again. In-between, the old beggar occasionally demanded to be satisfied as well; he seemed starved for sexual encounters, and his attentions to Elliot were always rough, bordering on inhuman as he thrust into the boy in a crazed frenzy.

Around noon on the second day, the guards brought in a rather scary-looking man with a hefty collection of scars and all the signs of having recently been in a fight. When Elliot had offered to blow the man, the man had just sneered and spit in Elliot's direction. But an hour later, when two of the guards had come down on the hour exactly and fucked Elliot from both ends, he changed his mind and brought his penis up to the bars, letting Elliot suck him off from the other cell.

One of the officers came down again just as the criminal was coming onto Elliot's face for the second time, and chuckled heartily. "You know," he said, "the jail sentence for public lewdness is only a single day, which you'd have been done with this evening, but the more you keep doing this, the longer we're going to have to keep you here. You keep renewing your own sentence."

Elliot looked up at the man with something like despair, as the officer smiled and came into his cell. "Get onto your knees and let me fuck your ass again," said the policeman.

Elliot had no choice but to obey.