The Curse of 100 Bottoms Ch. 11

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Note: This story contains themes of mind control, magic, and fantasy. All characters in it are 18+.

Also, this is the final chapter in The Curse of 100 Bottoms. Thank you for reading!

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Adam was having a good fucking night.

It was the final weekend before winter break and he had been invited to a party at his friend Todd’s apartment. Todd was a senior who lived right off-campus in Westwood Village, and his parties tended to be fucking ragers. With the end of finals on the horizon, tonight was sure to be a hellraiser. Adam was looking forward to celebrating the end of his first semester of college in style with a night of drunken debauchery.

College could not have gotten off to a better start. UCLA was a pretty sweet place to go to school, with a gorgeous campus and even more gorgeous girls to choose from. Adam had dived right into the party scene at college, taking full advantage of his newfound freedom by spending most of his first semester hopping from one party to the next. Attending class was just an unfortunate necessity in Adam’s consideration, something you put up with while you pursued your real passion: getting fucked up and getting laid as much as possible.

As Adam got dressed for the night, he slid a couple of condoms into his back pocket. He was hoping to meet up with Ashley, this hella hot blonde chick he’d fingered at last week’s Sigma Chi frat party. But if she wasn’t there tonight, there were plenty of other fish in the sea.

Come to think of it, maybe he should clip his fingernails. Just in case.

He walked out into the common room of his dorm to find his roommate sitting on the couch with a textbook splayed out in front of him.

“Hey man, I’m headed to Todd’s,” said Adam. “You wanna join?”

His roommate shook his head. “No thanks.”

Adam sighed. His roommate could be such a dud sometimes. He’d seemed cool enough when they’d met at orientation—a surfer dude with that laid-back Cali stoner vibe. But in the few months of them living together, Adam was starting to think the kid was a fucking alien or something. He never wanted to go out, spending all his time studying in their room like some kind of depressed monk. It made it that much harder for Adam to bring girls home, what with his roommate always moping around.

“Dude, come on. A drink or two would do you good. Hell, I bet a joint is just what you need to relax.”

His roommate drummed his fingers against his book, considering his offer for a moment.

“I’m okay, really. I’ve got my last final on Monday and-“

“Willem, I swear to God, man,” said Adam. “You gotta get out of this fucking dorm. Ashley Meyers is gonna be there and I’m sure you can bang one of her dime piece friends. You’re coming with me, bro. Don’t argue.”

Willem sighed. “All right,” he said, closing his book. “But just for an hour or two.”

Adam grabbed Willem’s head and gave him a noogie. “That’s my bro,” he said playfully. “We’re gonna get you fucking LAID tonight!”

By the time they got to the apartment, the place was packed. A game of beer pong was attracting most people’s attention in the living room, although there were a few young couples making out in the corners, oblivious to the world around them. The tiny apartment was crammed with young college students, all going hard to celebrate the end of the semester.

“What are you drinking?” said Adam as he pushed through the crowd toward the kitchen.

“Just water, thanks,” he said as Adam sorted through the assortment of liquor bottles on the kitchen counter.

Willem shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around the room. He was hoping he would find at least one person he recognized from one of his classes, but thus far everyone seemed to be a stranger. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to will himself into being more social.

Adam handed him a red solo cup filled with clear liquid. Willem took a sip and gagged.

“This isn’t water.”

“Nah, it’s vodka and Sprite, or some shit. Now lighten up! I’m gonna find us some girls to talk to. You’re not leaving here without some grade A pussy.”

Willem followed Adam through the crowd towards the living room. He hadn’t done a whole lot of dating that semester. He’d gone out a couple of times with this girl named Rebecca from his bio class, but that had sort of fizzled out before it really began. Although his attraction to women had returned in full force after the curse ended (at least as far as his porn habits were concerned), when it came to actually doing the deed with a real flesh and blood human being, it was like the spark within him had died.

Maybe Adam was right. Maybe he just needed to relax and get out of his head.

It was hard to do without booze or weed, though. Willem had tried joining his roommate at the frat parties and social events the first few weeks of school, but he’d found that pot and booze only made the feeling of emptiness worse. Although the buzzing had completely gone away along with his attraction to men, canlı bahis şirketaleri the empty feeling he used to get after sex had remained, seemingly expanding to take the buzzing’s place.

While Adam was distracted talking to some cute blonde girl on the couch, Willem took his red solo cup and poured the liquid out into a potted plant in the corner. He looked around awkwardly, trying his best to get himself in the party mood. Try as he might, however, he really didn’t want to be here. As empty as drinking and smoking made him feel, being around people could be just as bad. He felt like a void, weighing down himself and everyone around him. It wasn’t that he wanted to be a buzzkill—he just wasn’t any good at pretending.

He was about to turn and head for the door when Adam grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the couch.

“Dude, this is Ashley’s friend Victoria,” said Adam.

A taller brunette sat to Willem’s side, smiling at him. She was gorgeous, with a streak of blue in her hair and a nose ring.

“Willem, right?” she said. “I think you’re in my psych class.”

Victoria had an easy smile and a relaxed air of confidence about her that set Willem at ease. He smiled back at her.

“Yeah, I, uh, think I recognize you,” he said.

“Probably not,” she laughed. “I barely went to the lectures. And when I did I always sat in the back row with my shades on. I think I overestimated my ability to wake up for an 8 am class.”

Willem smiled. “It was definitely a lot easier in high school.”

“I remember you, though,” she said with a glint in her eye. “You always sat up front. I used to look at your little blond curls and pretend you were Justin Timberlake in the 90s.”

Willem laughed. Suddenly he felt someone’s elbow jabbing him in the side. He turned to see Ashley sitting in Adam’s lap, making out with him as he shamelessly felt her up.

“Wow, they’re really going at it,” Willem said awkwardly.

“Yeah, I love Ashley, but she can be kind of a SLUT,” said Victoria, raising her voice to try and get her friend’s attention.

Adam and Ashley ignored them, continuing their heavy petting as Willem and Victoria watched awkwardly.

“But hey, maybe she’s got the right idea. What’s college for if not to slut it up, right?” asked Victoria.

“I think my slut days are behind me,” said Willem jokingly.

Victoria laughed. “I think 18 is a little young to hang up the hat. Plus you’re way too cute to go celibate.”

She smiled flirtily at him. Willem could feel his heart fluttering in his chest. Victoria was absolutely stunning, and she was 100% his type. He knew he should be feeling her up like Adam was feeling up Ashley right next to them. It’s what the old him would have done, anyway. But the emptiness was still weighing him down, heavy like a pit in his stomach.

“You know, we could give them a run for their money,” Victoria said, putting her hand on his leg. “If your slut days aren’t over just yet.”

She leaned in and kissed him. Willem closed his eyes, lifting his hand and holding the back of her soft neck as he returned her kiss. He stuck his tongue in her mouth, trying to block out the pit in his stomach as the pounding bass music throbbed around them. He wanted to want her, he really did. Surely that would be enough?

He put his hand on her breast, trying to focus all of his attention on the task at hand. His heart began to pound as she slid her hand up his leg to his crotch. The pit in his stomach turned to a twisting knot as he felt her hand on his flaccid cock.

He broke the kiss. “I’m sorry, I… I gotta go.”

He stood up and walked away, leaving the confused girl sitting alone on the couch next to the oblivious lovers. His face was flush as he pushed through the crowd towards the door. Coming out tonight had been a terrible idea. The emptiness was even worse than it had been before he’d left his dorm. He felt like a raw nerve, anxious and uncomfortable. All he wanted to do was get out of there and be alone.

“Oh my God,” he heard a voice cry out from behind him. “If it isn’t Mr. Pray The Gay Away.”

His face blanched as he turned to see a Korean guy in a tank top and glitter underneath his eyes sipping out of a red solo cup.

“Jin… what are you doing here?”

Jin smiled at Willem. “I’m an alumnus, bitch. Todd was my little in Alpha Phi.”

Willem blinked in confusion. “You were in a fraternity?”

Jin scoffed. “Gays can be in fraternities too, sweetie. It’s not the 50s. Anyway, what’s good with you? Last time I saw you you were cheering on Hicks at that little Homophobes-R-Us rally of his. Thought you’d be his little pageboy by now.” He took a sip of his drink, then sniggered. “Although ever since that campaign went down in flames I suppose that option’s no longer on the table.”

“That wasn’t what it looked like,” said Willem. “Jake and I-.”

“Oh, don’t even get me started on him,” said Jin. “What did you do to that poor boy?”

Willem frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I canlı kaçak iddaa mean he used to give me the most dazzling latte art in the mornings. Rosettas, tulips… one time he did a fucking swan. Now I’m lucky if I get a heart that doesn’t look like a butt. He’s been Miss Mopey for months now, it’s like his puppy died or something.”

Willem’s heart sank. “I didn’t know,” he said quietly. “I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“I thought the two of you were a thing? Did you break up?”

Willem shook his head. “No. We were never together.”

Jin raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Well, then. Maybe this is my lucky day.”

He ran a finger down Willem’s chest and leaned in. “Maybe we could sneak into one of these rooms and finish what we started in that coffee shop bathroom,” he whispered in his ear.

The knot in Willem’s stomach twisted even further. His attraction to men had completely disappeared since the curse was broken. Despite his inability to perform with Victoria, his desire to hook up with Jin was completely nonexistent.

He took a step back. “I’m sorry, Jin… maybe another time.”

He turned and bolted, leaving the apartment and walking out into the cold winter air. He took a deep breath, relieved to be free of the crowd. The knot in his stomach began to untwist a little bit, but the emptiness still weighed on him like a heavy blanket.

Willem hadn’t seen Jake since the night that the curse broke. He had told himself that it was for the best to cut things off cold turkey, that it wouldn’t be fair to Jake for Willem to contact him knowing that he didn’t want to talk. Still, a part of him had hoped that Jake would reach out to him, and his heart had leapt for the first few weeks every time his phone buzzed with a notification. But things with Jake had remained radio silence. Willem wasn’t sure if it was better or worse knowing that Jake wasn’t doing well. Of course he wanted Jake to be happy, but the thought that Jake would be off living his best life while Willem was stuck in this insufferable purgatory seemed just as awful.

He walked back to his dorm, listening to the sounds of music and voices drifting down from the apartments around him. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed, but he knew it would be next to impossible to go to sleep with the pounding music that seemed to come from all over campus on a Friday night. Not to mention the moment when Adam inevitably stumbled in around 2 am, trying his best to stay quiet as he fucked whichever girl he’d managed to land that week.

Willem couldn’t go back to his dorm tonight. He pulled out his phone and began to dial.

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“It’s so good to have you home, honey,” said his mother, wrapping her arm around him as they walked up to the house. “We weren’t expecting you until next week!”

“I thought I’d come home early.”

His father shut the car door behind them. “At 10 o’clock at night? Your mother and I were in the middle of watching Outlander.”

“You can come home anytime you want, sweetheart,” said his mother as they walked inside the house. “I really do wish you would visit more, though. We’re only a few minutes away, the least you could do is come home for a weekend now and again.”

“I’m just trying to do good at college, make new friends… I can’t do that if I’m always running home, right?”

“And have you? Made any new friends?” asked his mother hesitantly.

Willem shrugged. “My roommate Adam’s all right.”

“Any girls?” asked his father.

“Or any romantic interests at all?” said his mother, glaring at his father.

Willem blushed. “I dunno. I mean, there’s this girl from my psych class-“

“Good for you, son,” said his father, laughing in relief as he clapped him on the back. “You know, I met your mother at college. She was such a hot little thing back then in her field hockey uniform. I’m sure you’ll find the right girl, just give it time.”

“Whoever you meet, I’m sure we’ll love them,” said his mother, smiling sweetly at him.

Willem rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said as he headed for the staircase. Perhaps coming home was not the best way to get a good night’s sleep.

Willem laid down in his bed, staring up at the ceiling fan. It was strange, he’d only been at college for a semester, and yet his childhood bed already felt foreign to him. But the bed in his dorm room hardly felt any more like home. He was starting to feel like there was nowhere that he truly belonged.

As Willem drifted off to sleep, he found himself once again standing in front of the door to his hiding place. He reached up and opened the door, pushing it open to reveal the cramped space in his mind where he had stored away the things he couldn’t bear to look at in the light of day. He gazed up at the glass globes sitting on the shelves, debating which one he would pick up tonight. These were the best nights—the nights where he could go back, if only for just a few minutes.

Willem picked one of the memories up off the shelf, canlı kaçak bahis feeling the warmth of it in his hand. He entered the memory to find himself lying naked on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets as he moaned in ecstasy. He looked down to see Jake crouched beneath his thighs, his mouth pleasuring the sensitive space underneath his balls. He could see himself reach down and grab Jake’s hair, holding him softly as Jake slipped his tongue in and out of Willem’s hole.

He saw Jake lean up and kiss him on the mouth. He could taste himself on Jake’s tongue. He felt Jake’s cock lining up to his hole, brushing up against him and sending shivers down his spine. He saw the look in Jake’s eyes as he entered him, felt the pressure inside as Jake pushed past his resistance and broke him open.

“You feel so good,” he heard Jake whisper softly in his ear.

He remembered the way it felt as Jake sawed in and out of him. He could feel the warmth spreading throughout his body, remember the blessed way it felt when Jake leaned down and grazed his lips along Willem’s neck. He gave himself over to the memory, his heart full of excitement and fear of the moment it would all end when he would be wrenched out of dreamland.

He could see Jake staring into his eyes, saying everything and nothing as he filled him again and again. Willem’s mouth opened in ecstasy as Jake’s eyebrows began to crease, his eyes fluttering as he unloaded inside of Willem.

Willem awoke to the noisy buzzing of his alarm. He reached over and pressed the snooze button, desperate to return to dreamland. He was always desperate after a Jake dream—it was the only time he could escape from the emptiness. He grabbed his pillow and covered his head, trying his best to slip back into the hiding place where he’d stored his Jake memories. But try as he might, the door was locked tight. He rubbed his leaking cock against the bed, so hard it was almost painful.

He was still trying to make his way back when his alarm went off again a few minutes later. He reached over to grab the phone when it went flying off the nightstand.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he snapped.

He leaned over the side of his bed, feeling along the ground to try and find it. He groaned in annoyance, then got off his bed and crouched beside it to search for his phone. He spotted it near the back wall, about a foot away from him. As he reached for the phone, his fingers brushed past something else. He pulled his hand out from under the bed to reveal a crumpled piece of paper.

“What the hell?” he said quizzically as he inspected it.

It was folded into a small, wrinkly square. He unfolded it to find a handwritten note in chicken scratch that was most definitely not his handwriting. He had no idea where the note had come from, but he could see his name at the top.

Dear Willem, read the note.

I know you’re going to think it’s stupid that I’ve written this down when I’m literally just going to read it to you. But the reason I put this on paper was because I wanted to make sure I got everything right. So please, let me get it all out, and then you can talk, okay?

(Wait for him to say okay).

I know we haven’t always been friends. Truth be told, I always thought you were kind of a dick. When Mr. Schrat paired us together in bio, I knew I was gonna end up doing most of the work myself. Then you just didn’t show up at all, ignoring my texts and avoiding me at school. I thought you were an asshole, so I was glad when Bussy cursed you. I thought you deserved whatever you got.

But then we had sex. I’d never even kissed another boy before that night. I’d barely admitted to myself that I was gay, let alone anyone else. I’d waited for it for so long, thinking about what it would be like, who it would be with, whether I would be terrified or excited or both. So for my first time to be with you, this boy that I hated so much, just made it all the more surprising. I’d spent so long hating you that it hadn’t even crossed my mind that I might be attracted to you.

And then you dropped me. Fucking AGAIN. I was so angry at you, I told myself that you could go fuck yourself for all I cared. I even practiced telling you just that in the mirror, in case I lost my nerve. But the second I saw you in class that Monday, it was like something flipped inside me. I could see in your eyes just how fucking terrified you were. And it was like I just got it. I just knew that you were this scared little boy, just as scared as I was. Then it was all I could see. Things were so out of control and you were being just as much of a dick as ever, but now I knew why. I could see that you were just in pain, lashing out in fear.

I have to be honest, I’m still afraid. I know that I might seem brave, telling my parents the truth about me even though I knew what it would cost. But the only reason that I even told them in the first place is because of you. You made me realize that being gay isn’t just one small part of myself that I can hide away. It’s who I am. It’s in everything that I do. If I’m stifling that part of myself, then no one can ever really know me for me. And the idea of doing that for another four years was just unbearable. You made me realize that I would rather be on my own than not be true to myself.

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