Zach, getting a curse passed onto him (MxM route)

(Hey, wanted to start a new storyline with another concept [I have another in drafts that's WAY too long at this point, but I'm trying to get a setup for the dynamic and defined characters before adding shorter branches], hope you're all okay with more motivated supernatural forces in this work. Never owning anything again is a very typical curse idea, so spirits and mages being involved make sense to me. I also kind of borrowed the framing from the previous Dispossessed branch, but a bit more stretched out.)

I wake up satisfied, but I don't know why. I mean, I have good reason to: I won a fuck ton of money, some tail, and I guess some clothes from playing pool. I look to my right and pull my sheets down to see the hookup partner from last night sleeping next to me: a scruffy, chubby, possibly homeless/delusional guy in his late 20s. It's a long story.

A local billiards hall near my beach house has a small free-play night on Sundays, so I go there to have fun, drink beers, and maybe do some gambling. That's when this hairy guy in a slightly torn business suit walked in with an enormously fat wad of cash. I asked him what his deal was. He said he was looking to quickly give away everything he had on him "since none of it belonged to him."

Part of me thought it was lesser of me to play with a weirdo who wasn't even going to try to win, but I figured the money would soothe my ego. He put up a pretty good fight every time, but I eventually overcame him every match and won upwards of 2k each game (the pot only getting higher each time.) This dude was so loaded I could order rounds for everyone there. It got so rowdy that the organizers and staff got tipsy as well, and eventually everyone but me and the guy was blacked out.

We got to the point where he was sending me what was left in his bank account (not much, so I guess he withdrew a bunch recently) and then bet his phone and wallet when I remarked that seemed really invested in the idea. I asked (after winning his phone and wallet) if he was going to give up his clothes next, to which he emphatically said yes. He even said he would give up his body since 'it didn't belong to him.'

That's when I realized what was up with this strange scenario: this was some rich guy's findom-kinkplay. Ever since he first walked in, he was clearly thirsting for the man with the most dominant-alpha personality. I mean, I get that as a business... as a guy that operates a small business, I get having a desire for letting go of your power to a sex worker and having them tease you about spending on them. I mean, he could've just been a loony bin, but he seemed composed and nonthreatening. I was willing to play findom-escort for the loser to have a fun time. We played some strip-pool, I beat him until I had all of his clothing, then took him to my place to fuck him like I owned him.

I should feel filled with some pride at a great score... but I don't. I don't know why, but everything about the last night felt wrong because it was... not empty, but somehow non-consequential. As if none of that matters now... or never did. As I ponder this strange feeling, I get out of my bed and walk into my bathroom. I quickly use my toilet with a heated seat and bidet feature, take a 5-minute shower, and then stop and look into the mirror for the first time this morning.

I was greeted by my naked body: sculpted, manscaped, and all-around attractive. A short, even coat of blonde body hair covered my form and matched length with a neat goatee, giving the look a clean-cut caveman vibe. My silky hair-just long enough to run your fingers through-is great for partners to play with when we're in bed post-coitus. I have great pecs, a six-pack with a tight waist, and a pert bubble of an ass.

I think to myself, "This is such a great body. Anyone would be lucky to have it. I wish it was mine."

And that's when it hits me: "Why would I own anything? MY sheets, MY bed, MY toilet, MY beach house, MY body-none of those actually belong to me." Even though I have many memories of having and using them, I realize it was unnatural since I do not have any right to own anything. It felt wrong to fuck the guy 'like I owned him' because I can't.

I don't know where this knowledge comes from, if anyone knows it as well, or if it's at all enforceable, but it just makes the most sense in my mind. "Why am I a small business owner if that can't be the case? Someone must've made an error allowing me to buy that bar. I shouldn't even have a bank account to put the money I shouldn't have in!" I have no claim to anything I could say is mine in any way.

I feel bad for using things I know in my heart I don't own. I keep trying to think of who actually owns any of this stuff, but I draw blanks at everything but my house and this one belonging to the state. I think about how to give it back for a second but realize I don't own the money and paperwork, so they'll eventually come and take it after I stop making mortgage payments. I could give everything else away, but I guess I could also just hold onto the stuff until someone asks for it. I'm keeping it all on loan like the body.

Speaking of which, I look down at the gorgeous form I am made to possess. It is magnificent, and I put the work into making it that way back when I thought it was mine to use as I please. But there was one thing that I resented about it: the penis. While it is a grower that gains more than two inches when erect, that only made me 4.5 inches hard. I felt so much shame, so I never undressed in front of a man I wasn't sleeping with.

But now?

Now that I've gotten over thinking that I have a claim to this body, I can now appreciate the cock for what it is. It is plenty girthy and paired well with a pair of plump, hairy balls the size of lemons. I shake my hips to see the genitals jiggle about, not wanting to touch what wasn't mine. I enjoy the way they bounce.

I stop thinking of my personal pleasure and try to work out in my mind who owns the body. But then it hits me again... "**MY pleasure... MY mind... Who owns those...? **'Ever since he first walked in, he was clearly thirsting for the man with the most dominant-alpha personality.' But I wouldn't have any personality of my own, would I...?"