I look at the clock, 11:58, it's nearly time, in two minutes the curse will transform me as it has every night since I was a teenager. I lay down on my bed, it's always good to be somewhere safe and comfortable when it happens, i know from experience. I don't know why or how I was cursed, from what I can tell it seems to be something that affects a small number of people randomly and I happen to be one of them. There are several theories, most revolving around an ancient generational curse or old bloodlines but no one knows for sure.

As the clock changes to 00:00 I feel the familiar energy, my clothes displaying, as the tight ropes begin to wrap around my body, ones with no ends and no knots, ones that can't be cut or even damaged, never loosening, holding me in a tight embrace every night, tying my wrists and elbows behind my back, more rope wraps around my chest and pins my arms against my back, my ankles and knees are bound together, keeping me from moving and walking, unable to get away from any threat, my mouth forced open as a ring gag holds it wide open, preventing me from moving and speaking, allowing for anything or anyone to enter my mouth. A small and tight metal cage covers my cock, preventing it from growing hard, painfully trapping it inside a tight rigid unbreakable metal prison, one without a lock to pick or rivets or joints to break, just a single piece of solid unyielding steel. 

I lay helplessly on my bed, used to the regular occurrence, I even enjoy it slightly, my cock twitching in its cage as I feel the ropes tightly hugging me and my mouth drooling uncontrollably, it's a good thing I'm naturally a kinky person, I'd hate to be like this and not have such tendencies like some others do. 

I playfully struggle, the ropes reacting by growing tighter as I do, the only form of entertainment I'll have until sunrise in another 8 hours, the winter and autumn are the worst due to the longer nights. Although one plus side to the curse is that while in this state I don't need the toilet, or get hungry or thirsty, my only desire is the craving for the taste of cum and the need to be fucked, the desperation growing the longer I'm stuck this way, my cock growing harder as the night goes on as I grow more and more horny, craving the one thing I can never have, as swallowing cum or someone cumming inside my ass or cumming myself while in this state will make this permanent. I've heard some horrifying stories of those who have been changed forever, although some do so by choice others don't, apparently not only does the curse stop you from needing bodily functions, like going to the toilet and eating, it also prevents you from ageing or growing ill, you are functionally immortal, which would be great if you weren't also permanently bound and driven insane by horny lustful desires, which only seem to grow, endlessly increasing the longer a person goes unfucked. Not only that but those permanently bound apparently can't die from injuries and heal from any damage, even removed body parts, within 24 hours, their bodies reverting to how they were when bound at midnight, this has led to stories of some being tortured as painsluts and others used for medical testing, even some for black market organ donation. I have even heard of rumours of some poor curse victims being breed, their children suffering from the same curse, but that seems like a wild Internet conspiracy. 

I moan into my gag and try to get comfortable, closing my eyes as I try to sleep, used to doing so like this, the ropes around me are strangely comforting, like a securing blanket, I'm unable to sleep while in my free state, needing the feeling of the ropes to sleep. 

I moan desperately as I stare at the clock, woken by my increasingly horny state, as my cock painfully crushes itself against the firm metal encasing it. 7:32, nearly time for the curse to end, once it does I'll be free to relieve myself of my growing desires and frustration, finally able to move again, to speak again, to grow hard and touch my cock again, to...

What was that noise? I freeze, my heart beating fast in fear as I listen out for another sound. I hear the quiet sound of a door closing, maybe it was next door, I do sometimes hear them leaving for work but it sounded different, also if I remember correctly they're currently on holiday. I remain quiet as I hear creeping footsteps moving through my home, glancing at the clock, hoping that they won't find me until sunrise when the curse lifts.

7:36, i hear the footsteps growing closer as they look around a room. 7:39, I hear them moving closer, while they search in every room, seemingly taking their time as they do, as if they know they have time and won’t be stopped or interrupted. Are they looking for something? Are they looking for me? I look around, trying to find a place to hide for the remaining 20 minutes, it doesn't need to be a great hiding spot, just one that will keep me hidden for long enough, but nowhere is accessible while in my current state, my hands completely useless and my bound legs unable to climb or move fast, reduced to slow small bunny hops.

7:42, I lay on my bed fearfully starring at the door handle as the footsteps inevitably approach the other side, every other room explored. My heart races as the handle turns and the door opens, as a calm man walks in, smiling down at me as I struggle on my bed. 7:43, I wiggle futilely as he slowly and confidently walks towards me, knowing that I'm trapped, that I can't get away or call out for help. 

"I knew you were cursed, I saw you the other night and just had to see you up close for myself." I flinch as his hand gently caresses my helpless bound body, not once even questioning if I want his attention, although with my mind at the height of its arousal part of me does reluctantly enjoy his touch. 7:45, his hand strokes my cheek.

"Don't be frightened. I won't hurt you. I just want to look after you. I want to play with you. I have a feeling that you want me to play with you." I can't help but let out a horny moan as I try to fight off my increased state of arousal, my caged cock straining hard at his offer to play with me. I look up at him pleadingly and shake my head, I don't want to be trapped like this forever. Ignoring my response his hand holds my aching balls and he smiles as I let out another needy moan.

"You can protest all you want but its very clear that you really do want me to play with you." I whimper into my gag as he steps back.

7:47, my heart races as I watch in dread as he slowly removes his clothes, his hard cock standing rigid, ready and eager to use me, as I stare at it I can't help but crave it, wanting to taste it and to feel it inside me. No, that's the curse. I must try to hold him off for a bit longer. 7:50, I moan as I feel his hands caress my struggling helpless body and roll me onto my stomach, my legs pushed under me, tucking my knees in and raising my ass into the air. 

7:51, I feel his hard cock brush against my ass cheeks, as the mattress moves beneath me as he climbs onto the bed behind me. 7:52, I gasp as he roughly slams his cock into my ass, I moan as I struggle against my ropes, my mind conflicted as I'm torn between my lustful desires and my desire to not be trapped like this forever. 7:53, tears form in my eyes as I look at the clock, hoping that sun rise will begin, moaning desperately as he continues to fuck me. Grabbing my bound arms and pulling me up, gripping me to push himself deeper into me. 7:56, I moan as I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck with every grunt. My cock straining hard as his balls slap against my ass, every thrust driving me insane with frustration, a growing need for his cum taking over my mind, almost forgetting my horrifying situation. 7:58, I moan loudly as he groans, his cock twitching inside me as we both cum at the same time, my mind filling with blissful orgasm, one quickly filling with dread as I'm let go of and drop back roughly down to my bed. Starring at my clock as it changes to 7:59, I was so close to freedom, so close.  My restraints glow and I feel the familiar energy flow through my body as the curse seals, my fate along with it, as it fades I see the spot of light rising in the distance as sun rise is finally here, the first day in my eternal bondage dawning, but unlike every time before my bondage doesn't disappear, confirming that I am forever doomed to remain bound forever, never being free of the ropes that bind me, never able to move or speak again, trapped in a constant state of growing arousal and frustration, my mind growing more and more horny with every second. My open drooling mouth letting out a horrified but horny pleading moan, wanting to taste his cum and be filled by his cock, the hunger growing, feeling empty without it. I don't resist, to paralysed by fear, horror and defeat, as his finger lightly wipes away a tear as a collar appears around my neck, tightly wrapping itself around my throat, marking me as a permanently bound cursed one. All my human rights lost in a moment, my status now legally that of an object, just a piece of property, one claimed and owned by the man who condemned me to this eternal existence.

"It's alright, I said that I'd look after you." He smiles as he gently lifts me up and puts me over his shoulder, carrying my defeated and now permanently helpless body out of my bedroom, taking me with him as his claimed prize. My fear of my fate and desires for him to play more with me and knowing that I need him to care for me keeps me submissive and I don't fight, terrifying stories of unowned permanent bound cursed ones becoming public use sextoys or stored away abandoned and unused, slowly driven mad with unsatisfied lust, keeps me wanting to make my new owner happy. As I take one last look at my home, I wonder where he will take me, quickly letting out a garbled moan as wherever it is I hope he plays with me some more soon.