As exhausted as I was, the embrace of heavy sleep did not come quickly within the ether pool. Instead, as my consciousness lingered, paralysis spread up my limbs. Once my body ceased to twitch, I could barely sense two appendages pushing into my mouth and ass. They squirmed inside, working their way inside of me from each end. My jaw was stuck canted open, and any impulses my brain tried to send to my anal sphincter went woefully unanswered. It was in this immobility that I finally began to fade. I stopped sensing my body just as a number of tentacles wrapped themselves around my wrists and ankles. Then, I saw the shimmering gold palace of the creature resurface in my mind.
My toes found purchase in the sea-packed sand. Looking around, I was once again on the beach. I didn’t need to look for the lighthouse this time, as I could see a gold amphitheater floating on the ocean in front of me. The structure looked ornately forged from the brightest of gold, scattering the yellow sunlight. Above, snow white clouds blew across a deep blue sky. From the outside of the ovoid colosseum, towering bronzed statues of nude heroes and detailed phalluses ornamented every archway. A staircase stretched into the pit of the enclosure, leading down into the ocean below. The entire structure seemed to undulate with the ebb and flow of the tide.
I could tell from the lazy breeze around me that my body was bare. Then again, I’m not sure I’d remember the feeling of clothes on my body. With the intensity of my time here with the creature, it was becoming difficult to associate my current reality with the memories I had of my previous life. The influences of the creature’s mind-altering ether were affecting me deeply.
I stepped into the water and pushed off, swimming in the direction of the structure. As I did, some powerful viscosity acted against my cock, coaxing out my erection. I swam until I made it to the steps, walking out and shaking the drips of water off of my body. The horniness had made a sudden resurgence, urging me to discover what the godly creature had in store for me this time.
I rose to the peak of the staircase and looked down on a depressed stage. All around me, lounging in seats, were a number of figures. Some of them were laying out on the long, solid benches. Others were bent over said benches, enjoying the pleasures of those around them. Others were leaning against columns, beset with engraved scenes of the very actions they were committing.
I looked to a pair closest to me; there was a man around my size, similarly stripped of all hair. He was laying down atop a much larger man, who was pistoning his cock in and out of smaller man’s hole. I recognized the configuration immediately; this was another pairing of human and creature.
I walked over to them, mindful of my erect dick swinging around as I did so.
“Are you another human?” I asked him.
The man looked at me in surprise, as if he didn’t know I was there. He looked to the larger man, but his compatriot did not deign to acknowledge my existence. He returned my gaze again, and in a husky voice he said, “We shouldn’t speak.”
I took another moment to look him up and down. I could see that while he looked more human than the creatures did, his genitals were a different story. Like the creatures, he had a pair of twin cocks. Their size was disproportionate to his own body. One of his dicks stretched up into the air, wagging back and forth as he took the thrusts of the creature. His other, though, bent back into his own ass, accompanying both of his partner’s. His balls sagged below, large and bouncy.
“Can you at least tell me if I’ll be safe here?”
He smiled fondly. “You will receive immense pleasure. It’s a high honor. It’s your turn, you should go down to meet your dominator.”
“Will I join you?”
The man just turned back to his creature, ignoring me. I cast my eyes down to the pit of the amphitheater and saw a golden dais, circular and ornate. Along it’s edge, the large, hairy, bearded man was sitting. His eyes were fixed on me.
I felt my nakedness anew under his scrutiny. My body suddenly knew what to do: I was to get fucked on that dais. Hard.
I walked back to the isle and began to walk down the steps to the hollow pit. On my way, noises of elation and submission graced my ears. I saw large configurations of men and creatures interbreeding in divinely ordained interspecies orgies. I noticed that the lounging men were in fact resting or even sleeping as their creatures filled their assholes or mouths. Around the lower third of the walkway, I could start to identify features of the large men around me. Some of them had lighter brown or even blond and ginger hair, as opposed to mine own’s black. The beard and body hair was present on all of them, and each was equally muscular and gigantic. Disparities in hair pattern and skin color were the only distinguishers. I couldn’t imagine recognizing one over another, even with their surface differences.
Finally, I made it to the bottom of the steps. I was set on my man now, and his cocks were beginning to swell. By the time I made it to his large feet, my own erection was raging and I could feel my sphincter opening in anticipation.
The man grabbed me and set me atop the dais. I looked around, surveying the many faces that stared back at me.
“Listen closely,” the man began. “You’ve made it past the challenge. Now, unending pleasure is your reward. This is a process my kind refers to as a breeding-lock. It is a prolonged period of stimulation that will finalize the connection between us. You will do as I say. It will be unimaginably pleasant to you. However, it will not end. Not when you cum. Not when your ass is tired, or when you feel tired. Not even when I cum. The sex will always continue.”
“T-that sounds,” I struggled to speak. “That sounds amazing, but I don’t know how I will face the exhaustion. I am not sure if I can do it.”
He smiled. “You can. And you will.”
“And in front of all of these… are these people?”
“They’re here to witness the ceremony. You may get to meet them someday.”
“I thought you didn’t know about the other people in the test…”
“There was no test.”
“... I’m sorry?”
“There are no aliens. Your species is not in danger. We’re past that now.”
“You lied to me?”
“Yes. It is ok. You will enjoy unlimited pleasure.”
“I-I don’t know if…”
“Breathe,” he commanded, as he guided my head down to his full black bush. I struggled slightly until the heavy scent penetrated my mind. The thinking part of my mind switched off, and suddenly I was very aware of the leaking tip of my rock hard cock.
“You will receive the gift of infinite pleasure,” he spoke as he picked me up once again and pushed my torso down onto the gold dais, stomach down. He slapped one of his meaty cocks against my asshole. It felt incredible. “From now on, all you’ll feel will be pleasure. And I will be your dominator.”
With that, he slid his cock inside my ass and grunted loudly, the sound mixing in the air with my own whimper. All around us, there were short cheers and sympathetic groans from the throngs of nude men. I could feel my hole getting unimaginably stretched, and yet his cock only continued to fill the growing cavity inside me. Soon, I found a rhythm to his onslaught, and my aroused mind resolved to feel the pleasure and fear that would come to consume my entire existence.
He added his other cock to my ass, pushing more squeals out of me. The onslaught continued until he lifted my body with great ease, standing proud, and slid it over his twin cocks like a fleshlight. He removed one and forced it down my throat; his cocks seemed to grow and articulate, not unlike the tentacle appendages that I encountered in the waking world. My gagging gave way to a submissive gaping maw, unreactive to his long cock stretching into my esophagus. Time stretched. I felt minutes at first. Then hours. Then I debated with myself on if it was plausible for a day to have passed. Then, I was sure a day had passed. Then I thought it could’ve been a week. Then, I stopped guessing.
Few moments stuck out in the virtual eternity that I spent on that dais. I learned every groove of the ornamented plinth, having spent hours pressed against it. Even as the sex varied in position, we always remained on the golden dais. I could look around while he was fucking my ass, watching some of the other men and dominators in the stands. They were in defined pairings, I learned. Even as orgies of bodies gathered, I never counted an odd number of figures. They’d eventually break away into a duo of one giant ‘dominator’ and one smaller, muscular, hairless man.
I noted that while the pairs seemed to be fucking with the same gusto as we were, they would periodically leave the colosseum. I couldn’t tell if the ones who returned were the same or different, as the dominators were homogenous in their forms and the men were identical without hair or clothing. All I knew was that despite my current eternity of fucking, these men were afforded breaks from their penetration. I wondered if they’d all been fucked on a dais as well. It couldn’t be this dais, I suppose, since I was condemned to be used by my dominator for eternity. Another suspicion lingered in my shrinking mind: my dominator had said I might one day meet the others. Our audience had been wordless thus far. Maybe there were phases? If so, this one seemed to be stretching on for as long as I could remember.
In passing moments of lucidity, I’d made feeble attempts to ask for release. My pleas went unanswered. The dominator remained stoic. He only made sounds to accompany my own, accenting particularly brutal onslaughts that pushed hot pleasure from my loins. He fucked me in any position, my dreamscape body yielding to each new stretch and strain.
One of his favorite activities was to add one of his fists to my asshole. The first time he did it, he’d held my body over his shoulders and bore into my hole with a closed claw. Once I was hilted on his wrist, he took great pleasure in squeezing my prostate between two knuckles until I erupted, my semen shooting down across his hairy chest.
Interactions with the crowd were infrequent. Most of them seemed to be enveloped in their own affairs. A pair of dominator and man had come to the dais, taking a drink from my pulsing cock. In return, they mounted the dais themselves. My dominator laid me down, one leg lifted, and thrust his fist in and out of my ass. The new dominator posed his man onto all fours, with both dicks hilted in his hole. I could tell by the man’s moans that his dominator was twisting his cocks around each other to tickle his prostate; the same had been done to me countless times in our breeding-lock so far. The dominator thrust extra deep into the man and offered me a shower of cum from the man's twin penises. I could feel the sticky coating on my face as my dominator twisted his fist, building me up to another orgasm.
It was after a series of fist punches and deep cock plunges that I experienced my first landmark of the breeding-lock. My dominator had begun to make deep, husky moans. He usually stuck to grunts, but his volume was mounting in a way I’d never heard before. His pace picked up, starting to drill into me faster than I was able to perceive. Then, a mountainous sound ripped through him. It was like an earthquake and a gunshot all in one. As he reached the apex of his cry, I begun to feel his orgasm. I could feel his cum flooding my ass, filling the volume of my insides and then pressing against me from the inside. His orgasm lasted for ages, though my perception of time had become near non-existent. The torrent of cum filled and then overfilled me, inflating my belly with the sheer volume of fluid he unleashed. It didn’t seem like it was stopping anytime soon, and he continued to thrust into me with some force as he rode out his own orgasm.
Then, as I felt my body stretched and inflated to a near intolerable point, he began to fuck me proper. The fluid, plugged up by his cocks, remained inside. Now, his thrusts simply served to vary the pressure that was pushing against my insides. He took no time to recover, but simply resumed his fucking. It was impossible to acclimate to such intensity, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to take it, no matter how much my body screamed out for reprieve.
I assumed that he would eventually pull out, evacuating all of the thick cum from my body. Eventually he did, with his sights set on my mouth. His thick, frothy seed began to ooze out of my wrecked hole. I heard the cum splatter onto the dais, but before the pressure forced out more fluid, I felt the blunt and sudden force of my dominator’s fist plunging inside. My guts continued to strain against the new intrusion, leaving a large bulge in my belly that did not deflate. He stuck his hand inside and explored as his cocks, which were covered in bioluminescent purple semen, stretched to probe at my mouth. Once satisfied inside of my ass, he would withdraw his fist, wringing his hands in the torrent of fluid which leaked from me, before he would plug my asshole again.
He relished in keeping his semen inside of me for as long as possible. He kept something in my hole at most times, only indulging in marginal releases between each new appendage he decided to fuck me with. His thrusts would occasionally dislodge a few ounces of cum, but compared to the volume that remained inside of me, it was only a slight relief. When he’d fucked me enough for a copious amount of cum to spill onto the dais, he would scoop it up and paint my body with his seed. I had bathed in his cum, drank it, licked it up. He loved to hold my head down into a puddle while he used his other hand to stretch my hole around his fist. Just when the pressure would totally abate, when I could feel the cool air kissing my insides, I would hear the loud moans that announced another orgasm.
Throughout the process, though horrified, I remained incredibly horny. My refractory period seemed normal compared to my dominator, but even with that constraint I could feel my dick spraying spunk near constantly. Before long, I settled into the true endgame of the breeding-lock. Belly inflated, mouth hanging open, bouncing against my dominator’s cocks, and covered in the sticky fluids which flowed freely from myself and my dominator.
Soon, nothing surprised me. I accepted his overwhelming power, a product of gradual acclimation to the wild sexual habits of my dominator. I don’t think I was happy; I was horny, of course, and satisfied in every way that I could be. But I was unsettled, uncomfortable and unaware of exactly what was happening. It was all I could do to anticipate the strokes of this creature, feeling his impulses to fuck me in any way he wanted and complying with them in any way I could. I accepted that this has become my life, my entire life. I could not remember any of my connections back home. I’m not even sure I retained any sense of individuality. Instead, I was simply my dominator’s plaything, my only characteristics defined by my reaction to what he did to me. There was no promise of release or rest. I was a man that would be fucked for eternity, and after a prolonged period of wrestling with my existence, I was finally able to accept that I was only an extension of whatever force was responsible for this all-consuming orgy.
Eventually, I was met with one last strange happening. A man, alone, walked down the stairs to the dais. He was indistinguishable like all of the others, but the idea that he would be without his dominator surprised me. My dominator was in the middle of pounding me from both ends when he looked up to see the man standing at the edge of the dais. My dominator pulled both of his cocks from me. A fresh torrent of his cum flowed out from my hole. I braced myself for a punch, but instead he grabbed me by my armpits and laid me down on the dais, face up. I began to grow disconcerted with the amount of cum my dominator was letting pour out of me. He turned towards the man and, while maintaining eye contact, he lifted his giant leg and pressed down on my belly with the ball of his foot. The cum shot from my ass, forcing a squeal from my vocal cords as the complete and sudden release of pressure drove deep catharsis to my core. I orgasmed from the sheer relief of such constant strain. As my vision whited out and grew hazy, I noticed my dominator walk to the edge of the plinth. He clutched the man’s hand and pulled him up top. I could tell my dominator was speaking to this new man, though I was past the point of comprehending language. All I could do was lay in wait for whatever came next.
