King Sodon’s Infernal Chair (Sadistic erotic sketch for 8 guys)
Staging: The set suggests a public square in Sodom at the beginning (columns, cushions). Bright, heavenly lighting. Later, it evolves into Loth’s house and then King Sodon’s palace with the imposing Infernal Chair at center stage.
Characters:
- King Sodon: Tyrannical, sadistic ruler with a strong boot-kicking fetish.
- The Bourreau (The Torturer) : Long-suffering subordinate who eventually rebels with sadistic pleasure.
- Saltiel: The severe, grandiloquent, highly moralistic angel (the one who turns people into pillars of salt).
- Sugariel: The cruder, more provocative and gradually more indulgent angel.
- Loth: Hypocritical, lustful and obsequious host.
- Loth’s Fan: Obsessive, clumsy and lustful admirer of Loth.
- Two Guards: Muscular representatives of the Sodomite crowd, active participants.
Scene 1: The Proclamation and Loth’s Welcome
The two angels enter solemnly, their immaculate white robes flowing around them.
Saltiel (booming, grandiloquent, arms raised): “People of Sodom! We, Saltiel and Sugariel, messengers of the Most High, descend today to deliver one final warning! Your debauchery, your endless orgies, your acts against nature fill the heavens with disgust! Repent, for the fire of heaven is near!”
Sugariel (same official tone, but cruder): “What he said. There are healthier ways to have fun than fucking everything that moves. A little moderation, for fuck’s sake… uh… in the name of the Lord.”
Loth enters from the side, not yet looking at the angels. He speaks directly to the audience in a contemptuous, vulgar tone.
Loth (to the audience, low and nasty): “Seriously, did you hear these two assholes? More preachers coming to ruin our fun with their two-bit morality. As if we needed that in Sodom…”
He turns, sees the two magnificent angels. His attitude changes completely. He puts on a big obsequious smile and gives the audience a heavy wink.
Loth (to the audience, tone completely transformed): “…On the other hand… looking at them like this, maybe they’re worth paying attention to. Look at those bodies… uh… those divine messengers.”
He approaches the angels, rubbing his hands, extremely obsequious.
Loth: “O blessed messengers! I am Loth, the only righteous man in this depraved city! Allow me to offer you hospitality in my humble home. You will be safe there, far from the corruption outside.”
Saltiel (haughty): “We accept, for your reputation for piety precedes you. Show us the way, Loth.”
Sugariel (more relaxed, with a small smile): “Yeah, we’ll follow you. Hospitality is always welcome… especially when it’s offered with such enthusiasm.”
Loth walks ahead of them but already slips on his true intentions.
Loth (too sweet): “Come in, then… come into my bed — uh! Into my house! Into my house, of course! There’s plenty of room for both of you… together… nice and close… uh… comfortably settled.”
Saltiel (slightly surprised): “We thank you for your generosity.”
Sugariel (amused, to Saltiel): “He’s very welcoming, isn’t he?”
Before they leave, Loth’s Fan runs in, breathless, eyes already shining.
Loth’s Fan (with obvious lust, looking the angels up and down): “Yes! Come to OUR house! You’ll be very comfortable with us!”
Saltiel (astonished): “Our house? You live together then?”
Loth’s Fan (proud): “Absolutely! I am Loth’s Fan! His greatest admirer… and constant companion.”
Sugariel (perplexed): “Loth’s Fan? Tradition speaks of a “wife of Loth”.”
Saltiel (comically pulling out a small scroll from his robe): “Exactly! It is written in black and white: “The wife of Loth”. Not “the fan”.”
Loth’s Fan (with a wicked smile): “Ah yes… but between the Bible and reality, there’s sometimes a little… adjustment. Let’s just say I took the vacant position. And I take it very seriously.”
Loth (red, panicked, trying to recover): “Don’t listen to him! We only share the common table! Nothing more!”
Loth’s Fan (joyfully provocative): “And the common bed too!”
Loth (increasingly confused): “Yes, well… we are poor! We only have one bed, that’s all! It’s simple domestic economy!”
Loth’s Fan (driving the nail in with a big smile): “And we also share our cocks and asses. It’s more convivial.”
Loth (desperate, trying to save face): “At least the two of us are faithful to each other! Unlike all those debauched people of Sodom who sleep with anyone!”
Loth’s Fan (hilarious): “Faithful? But Loth, just yesterday you told me that if a handsome centurion passed by…”
Loth (clamping his hand over the Fan’s mouth): “Shut up, you wretch!”
The two angels look at each other. Saltiel is scandalized, Sugariel holds back a laugh.
Saltiel: “This city is even more lost than we thought…”
Sugariel (with a small smirk): “Yeah… but it promises to be entertaining.”
Scene 2: The Arrival of King Sodon
Sound of military boots and strident trumpets. King Sodon makes a theatrical entrance, surrounded by two muscular guards and his Bourreau, already hunched.
King Sodon (grandiloquent): “Where are these famous celestial visitors? I demand they be presented at my royal court!”
He immediately delivers a violent kick to the Bourreau’s ass, who falls to his knees.
King Sodon: “Lick.”
The Bourreau licks the boot, moaning.
Loth (bowing very low): “Your Majesty… these two angels are under my protection. They are sent by God to preach virtue. I beg you to leave them alone.”
King Sodon (laughing): “Preach virtue? In my house they will mostly learn the virtue of submission! Guards, invite them… by force if necessary.”
Loth (turning discreetly to the angels, worried): “Beware, holy messengers… it’s a trap.”
Saltiel: “We fear nothing. Divine truth protects us.”
Sugariel: “And besides… we’re curious to see what he has in his belly.”
A choreographed fight ensues. The white robes are violently torn during the fight, progressively revealing the black leather shorts and harnesses underneath.
Sugariel (breathless during the fight): “They’re pretty vigorous for sinners…”
Loth’s Fan (taking advantage of the chaos to approach dangerously close to Sugariel’s ass, hand outstretched): “Just… a little touch… to check they’re real…”
Saltiel (seeing the gesture): “Enough! Your impure desire will not go unpunished!”
He dramatically pulls out a small salt shaker from his robe, brandishes it like a weapon and makes a grand gesture.
Saltiel (loud and clear): “You are now transformed into a pillar of salt!”
White light effect. The Fan freezes mid-grope, one hand reaching toward the angel’s ass, the other on his own crotch, mouth wide open in an expression of lustful ecstasy.
Saltiel (sadistic, approaching the statue): “Look at him… frozen for eternity in his vilest shame. Hand on his cock, eyes fixed on a celestial ass. What a pathetic end for a pervert!”
Sugariel (mocking): “At least he’s hard… in every sense of the word.”
Saltiel: “Let this serve as a warning to all who would dare covet us!”
The guards take advantage of the shock to drag the angels toward the palace.
Scene 3: The Presentation of the Infernal Chair
King Sodon’s palace. In the center of the room stands the imposing and sinister Infernal Chair: a richly ornamented metal seat with strong leather straps on the arms. On the right: a large crank. On the left: a distinct lever. King Sodon, surrounded by his two muscular guards and the Bourreau, brings in the two angels and Loth.
King Sodon (proud, theatrical): “Before anything else, I want to present you my greatest pride: the Infernal Chair! Bourreau, demonstration!”
He delivers a violent kick to the Bourreau’s ass, who stumbles forward.
The Bourreau (getting up painfully, then bowing to kiss the King’s boot): “At once, Your Majesty…”
King Sodon: “Show them how it works!”
The Bourreau positions himself on the right side of the chair, facing the audience.
The Bourreau (solemn): “Here is the main crank.”
He turns it slowly once. A metallic sound. A large smooth iron cone begins to rise in the center of the seat.
The Bourreau (second turn): “Second turn…”
The Bourreau (third turn, more forceful): “Third…”
The Bourreau (fourth turn, with effort): “Fourth turn…”
The cone is now imposing. The Bourreau then turns it in the opposite direction; the cone descends and disappears completely into the chair.
King Sodon (stroking the backrest proudly): “This cone goes straight into the fundament of the victim. The more you turn, the bigger and deeper it gets. But the real genius is here!”
He points to the lever on the left.
King Sodon: “This antenna captures the pleasure of the crowd. The more you get hard and jerk off while watching, the more violent the electric shock will be in the patient’s ass. And conversely: his pain is transformed into pleasure for all of you. It is Sodom’s perfect justice!”
Saltiel (scandalized): “What a pinnacle of perverse imagination! You designed a machine dedicated to collective sexual torture?”
Sugariel (amused): “Got to admit it’s ingenious. A bit twisted, but ingenious.”
Loth (worried, to the angels): “Holy messengers, I beg you… this machine is terribly painful. Don’t let them strap you to it!”
Saltiel (calm and dignified): “We have no fear.”
Sugariel (relaxed): “Let’s see what it can do.”
King Sodon (annoyed by their serenity): “Strap the severe one!”
The guards securely strap Saltiel to the chair.
King Sodon: “Bourreau, the crank!”
The Bourreau (right side) turns it once. Everyone watches Saltiel… who remains impassive.
King Sodon: “Well?”
Saltiel: “Nothing.”
King Sodon (irritated): “Second turn!”
Second turn. Still no reaction.
A Guard: “He’s not even hard…”
King Sodon: “Third turn!”
Third turn. Saltiel remains perfectly calm.
Sugariel (mocking): “He looks like he’s taking a nap.”
King Sodon: “Fourth turn!”
Fourth turn. Still nothing.
The Bourreau: “Your Majesty… we’ve reached the maximum.”
King Sodon (furious): “Ah! Ah! You think you can defeat me so easily? We’ll see if the second guest resists as well! But first… the shock!”
He kicks the Bourreau repeatedly in the ass.
The Bourreau (protecting himself): “No, not that cheek, Your Majesty! The other one! The other one is still sore from yesterday!”
King Sodon: “Switch sides and start the ritual!”
The Bourreau switches to the left side.
King Sodon (sadistic ritual): “First… a little tingling in the buttocks!”
The Bourreau lowers the lever. Everyone watches… no reaction.
King Sodon (redder and redder): “Then… a tickle in the balls!”
Second, stronger pull of the lever. Still nothing.
King Sodon: “And now… THE GREAT LIGHTNING BOLT UP THE ASS! Everyone take your pleasure!”
The two guards put their hands ostentatiously in their pants, ready to jerk off. The Bourreau lowers the lever sharply.
Nothing at all. Saltiel remains impassive.
The two guards (take their hands out of their pants, completely disappointed, with an air of incomprehension).
King Sodon (exploding): “This is impossible! Bourreau, you incompetent! You’ve broken my machine!”
The Bourreau (firm): “I don’t understand, Your Majesty! It worked perfectly. He seems to possess a preternatural power!”
King Sodon: “Then strap the second one!”
Sugariel is strapped in. The Bourreau turns the four cranks: Sugariel smiles more and more, straightens up, moans with pleasure.
Sugariel (after the fourth turn): “Ahhh… this is divine!”
The Bourreau switches to the left side for the electric ritual. Sugariel beams with joy at each pull of the lever. The guards touch each other. The Bourreau does the four reverse turns; Sugariel looks regretful.
King Sodon (furious): “Strap me in! I want to check if it still works!”
The King is strapped down. The Bourreau does the four turns (the King suffers). Then switches to the left side.
The Bourreau (turning the crank): “How does it feel, Your Majesty? All those years kicking my ass… now it’s my turn to make you sing.”
The Bourreau: “First… a little tingling in the buttocks!”
The King screams and begs to stop.
The Bourreau (second pull, rebellious): “A tickle in the balls!”
He kneels ironically one last time, kisses the King’s boot, then looks up with a big rebellious smile.
The Bourreau (ironic): “Goodbye, Your Majesty…”
King Sodon (raging): “Traitor!”
The Bourreau (jubilant): “And now… THE GREAT LIGHTNING BOLT UP THE ASS! Everyone take your pleasure!”
Explosion. The King screams.
Final Scene: Liberation, Nostalgia and Departure
Massive red and yellow flash. Fire curtain falls. King Sodon remains charred on the chair. Explosion of joy.
The Bourreau: “He’s dead! The tyrant King Sodon is finally dead!”
Guard 1: “We are free!”
Saltiel (triumphant): “People of Sodom! We have liberated you from the tyrant King Sodon!”
Guard 1 (interrupting, pointing at the statue): “But look at him! Even after all that, he’s still jerking off!”
Guard 1 poses next to the statue imitating the obscene pose.
Guard 2 (approaching the statue): “Ah! Ah! He can’t defend himself anymore! We’ll enjoy the show better this way.”
He dramatically lowers the statue’s pants, revealing a huge whitish erection.
Guard 2 (looking with curiosity): “Wait… is this really salt?”
He licks quickly.
Guard 2: “Fuck… it really is salt! Salty as the Dead Sea!”
Loth (caressing the statue’s cheek with nostalgia): “My poor Fan… you will be missed.”
The Bourreau (nostalgic): “Sodon gave me faithful kicks in the ass every morning. Well placed, really strong. I’ll miss that.”
Guard 1: “And the sadistic shows he organized… Remember the merchant who screamed for three hours on the chair? He ended up with cramps in his dick from coming against his will! It was magnificent.”
Guard 2: “The best was when he made us all jerk off at the same time during the tortures. We had dick cramps from coming so much!”
Saltiel (trying several times, constantly interrupted): “We have liberated you from the tyrant! Love must respect the dignity of the other. Consent is essential! One does not take pleasure in making someone suffer against their will! Freedom in love implies mutual consent!”
Guard 2 (provocative): “Anyway, we don’t give a fuck about divine punishments. They only make sadomasochists like us cum.”
Guard 1: “If God is really interested in us, let Him come down! Let Him come share our life!”
The Bourreau: “Yeah! Let Him come try the Infernal Chair, like you did!”
Guard 2: “And if He accepts to end up naked, crucified on a cross, dick in the air and nails in His hands… then we’ll take Him seriously!”
Saltiel (outraged): “Blasphemy! Abominable blasphemy!”
Sugariel (calmly taking out a small parchment and quill, writing slowly and deliberately): “Dear God, the people of Sodom kindly invite You to descend… to be betrayed, stripped naked in public, flogged until You bleed, crowned with thorns, and nailed to a cross, completely naked, with Your holy cock exposed for everyone to see…”
Saltiel (horrified, interrupting): “Sugariel! Have you lost your mind?! God is not a masochist!”
Sugariel (continuing to write without pausing, with a mischievous smile): “…and if He accepts to suffer like that, humiliated and hard in front of the whole world… then maybe we’ll finally take Him seriously. We promise we’ll enjoy the show.”
Saltiel (outraged): “Blasphemy! This is pure blasphemy!”
Sugariel (finishing with a flourish and rolling up the parchment): “Message noted. I’ll deliver it word for word to the Boss.”
Sugariel (putting away the parchment with a smile): “Too late. It’s already written.”
Saltiel (sighing, vexed): “This city is truly irredeemable. Let’s go before I turn everyone into a pillar of salt.”
Sugariel (last look at the crowd): “Fuck as much as you want… but with consent. Otherwise, we’ll be back.”
The two angels exit slowly under half-ironic, half-affectionate cheers.
Final Bow
Everyone steps forward to bow: the two guards, the Bourreau, Loth. Big collective bow.
The salt statue of Loth’s Fan remains perfectly still downstage right, frozen in its humiliating pose: hand clenched on its cock, mouth wide open, ecstatic gaze. It does not move.
Sugariel (turning one last time to the audience, with a wink): “Him, he’ll never be able to bow… he’s too busy for eternity!”
Laughter. Curtain.
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