Wesley Bracken
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A Redneck Curse (Suggested Story)
🕑 Added 2023-11-04 15:50:51 +0000 UTCSo there was this suggestion from Kell:
"A curse of the were redneck.... A son sleeps with a redneck and slowly changes into one by the next full moon.. and he sleeps with his father after he fully changes."
I liked it, but wasn't quite sold of the "were-" part--after all, I don't really want these guys changing back anytime soon. So I did a different little twist on the idea instead, which I hope you all enjoy instead.
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Ya think yer too good fer a redneck like me, eh? Well fuck you—from now on, the only kinda guys yer gonna fuck, are gonna be guys like me. You’ll see…”
Evan hadn’t thought much of the strange encounter at the bar that night, or what the guy had said to him. Evan was a young fellow, going to college in a small town, which was a change of scenery for him. Evan was also gay, and was trying to figure out what to do with that as well, since the little town he’d ended up in didn’t exactly have a gay bar. At best, it had a couple of dives which were gay-ish, and that was where Evan had turned down the guy. It hadn’t been because of the fact he was a redneck, though that’s what the guy had claimed. Mostly it was because the guy had been drunk off his ass, and not the nice kind of drunk. The pushy kind of drunk, the crazy kind of drunk, talking about how he was a warlock or something. It hadn’t made much sense, but when the man had said that to him, Evan had felt a little pulse of power shoot through him, something like static electricity, but by the morning he’d forgotten all about it.
But after that, Evan started to notice something a little strange happening to the men around him. It happened to his roommate at school first. One day, Evan was feeling a bit horny while his roommate was around, and much to his surprise, his straight-as-an-arrow roommate had suggested that they jack off together. Evan had always thought he was a little cute, and so he agreed, but once they’d started jacking off, he watched as his roommate…changed.
He went from a cute, fairly normal looking college kid, but then he started putting on some muscle, growing a bit of hair. Trashy looking tattoos appeared on his arms and chest, and when they kissed, Evan gagged a little from the taste of chewing tobacco in his roommate’s mouth. He tried to get away at that point, but by then, the magic’s grip on him was too tight. His now redneck roommate bent over the bed, and Evan couldn’t stop himself from fucking his ass—and when he came, he felt another wave of energy pulse through them both, and now, the guy he was fucking wasn’t his roommate. Had never been his roommate, in fact.
“Fuck bud, thanks fer the plowin’,” the redneck had said, pulling up his grubby jeans and smiling at Evan, showing off a few missing teeth, “Might have tah come by more often, if’n yer gonna fuck me like that.”
And then he left, leaving Evan in his room. The room at the college where he suddenly recalled living alone, when the college had neglected to assign him a roommate. That wasn’t true of course. He could remember everything from before as well, but, well, now reality had taken a different course entirely.
Evan went back to the bar every night, hoping to find the guy who had cursed him, but didn’t seem to have any luck. He did his best to keep from getting horny, which is what seemed to trigger it each time. It didn’t seem to matter how much he jacked off though—it was like the magic needed him to fuck someone, and so, he kept doing it, though never on purpose. He went to one of his professor’s office hours, and ended up fucking him into a filthy, coverall wearing janitor, who happily whistled his way out of the office, cum drooling from his hole, oblivious to the fact that half an hour ago he’d been a suited, well mannered gentleman. After that, Evan resolved to be more careful.
If he was going to be changing people, better to do it to people he didn’t know, he supposed. So a few times a week, he started going out to the truck stops around town, and cruising. It wasn’t hard. The guys seemed to come to him, if he was horny enough to change them. He tried to be selective, tried to pick guys who were alone, guys who were mostly rednecks already. Truckers were the best. Sometimes they didn’t change at all after he fucked them, like the spell was already satisfied with how much of a redneck they were. A few times he felt like he fucked up. He turned a dad vacationing with his family into a filthy, manure stinking farmer—and watched in horror as his teenage son going from respectable looking suburban kid into a grimy, overall clad chubby guy riding with his Pa in their filthy farm truck.
On the nights when he felt he could risk it, he’d go to the bar, still on the lookout for the man who had done this to him. Given how drunk he was, he doubted that he’d even realized he’d done it to him at all. He asked a few times about him, mostly the bartenders, but they all said that they’d never seen him before, or sense, that one night. So Evan did his best to keep the curse under control, but he couldn’t account for everything.
He was so preoccupied with the curse, that he hadn’t really thought about what was happening with school much. He went to class and did his best to keep up with his assignments, but he was surprised one Friday afternoon by a knock on his door. He opened it up—and there, much to his horror, was his dad, who’d decided to surprise Evan with a visit.
“Dad! What…what are you doing here?” Evan asked.
His dad was an average looking man in his early fifties, clean shaven, dressed in khakis and a polo shirt. “What do you mean? It’s parent’s weekend. I know you told me not to come up for it, but I wasn’t doing anything else this weekend, so I figured I’d surprise you.”
Evan could feel it welling up already, the desire, the need. “Dad, listen to me, you…you can’t be here right now. Give…give me a few minutes, ok, that’s all.” Just a little time, he just had to buy some time.
“Come on now son, I’ve seen a messy dorm room before. I went to college too you know,” his dad said, and pushed past Evan into the room, “This isn’t that bad, what are you worried about?”
Evan thought about running. He could get away, that was probably safest, but the magic’s grip held him in place. He could already see it happening, his slim father beginning to grow a bit fatter as he looked around the room, some sweat stains appearing under his armpits on the polo shirt, scruff, and then a beard, appearing on his face. “It’s a bit hot in here, ain’t it?” his dad said, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, “Might need tah take some clothes off.”
Evan tried to force himself to move into the hallway. He didn’t care who he might run into, who he might change, but not his dad, he couldn’t do this to his dad! Instead, he just watched as his dad pulled off the polo shirt and chucked it to the side, where it writhed a moment and became a rather filthy wifebeater, then pushed down his khakis, their color and texture changing into ragged jeans, which he stepped out of, leaving him in a pair of filthy briefs and some cowboy boots.
“Woowee, now ain’t that better?” Evan’s dad said, “Nice room ya got here boy, nice ‘n private. Now, why don’ ya come over here ‘n give yer Pa a proper kiss hello, eh?”
Evan shuffled over, trying to pull away, watching his dad continue changing, growing fatter, his beard filling out down to his chest, his hair becoming a ragged mullet, a cigar appearing in his fingers. He pulled Evan into his sweaty gut, leaned in and kissed him, his breath reeking of cigars and whiskey, and Evan’s cock throbbed with desire. “Fuck boy, after that drive, ya know what yer Daddy needs? He needs a good fuckin’.” He pulled away from Evan, bent over the side of the bed, and pulled down the back of his briefs, “Come on son, fuck yer daddy’s hole would ya?”
Evan didn’t know when he’d dropped his pants, or pulled out his hard cock, but he stepped up and pushed his cock into his dad’s ass, and started fucking him. He tried to keep it slow, controlled, to buy himself some time to figure out how to stop this, but his body had other ideas, pushing in deep and fucking his dad rougher and rougher until, with a groan, he came, shooting a big load in his own dad’s redneck hole—and then he felt it.
It was like a tear in reality, some horrific rending at the seams of his very essence, and when it ended, Evan stumbled back from his Pa’s hole, cock still leaking a bit of cum, and looked around at the trailer where the two of them lived. “No—No fuckin’ way, this can’t be fuckin’ happenin’!” Evan said, and hurried into the little bathroom, turned on the light, and looked at himself.
He could see some familiar fragments, but he’d changed, when he’d fucked his dad. Since his dad was a fat, slobby redneck now—that meant that Evan had to be one too, didn’t it? He was quite a bit more muscular than his dad was, wearing a hunting shirt with the sleeves ripped off, showing off his tanned muscled and tattooed arms. He had a short beard on his face, and a mullet just like his Pa, and…and fuck, he was trying to remember everything, but it was slipping through his fingers so fast now, that old life of his.
“God damn, I got mahself the hottest fuckin’ son on the planet. Ain’t no one who can plow mah hole like you do, boy.”
Evan looked over and saw his fat, stinking dad in the bathroom doorway, and felt the sensation of lust overwhelm his senses again. “Fuck Pa, I’m still plenty horny. Bend o’er that bed, ‘n I’ll keep goin’,” he said with a grin.
“Fuck boy, ain’t gotta tell me twice, ya can fuck this old man’s hole as much as ya want!” he said, and waddled back over to the bed, Evan following behind him, his old life fading faster than he could scramble to remember it.
Of course, the curse never did leave Evan, but since he pretty much always fucked his dad’s hole, or any of the other rednecks in the trailer park where he lived, he didn’t change many men after that. Occasionally though, he’d pass by some college kid on the street in the town where he lived, and something would call out to him, and he’d end up fucking them, usually in an alley, and add another bottom to the town’s steady supply of eager redneck sluts.
