I don't know what happened. One minute I had snuck through an open window to look for anything worth stealing, and the next I was in some sort of sack. It had been instant, like a jump cut in a film. There were only two inputs: the smell of sweets – like a carnival cotton candy stand – and the sensation of being dragged. Dragged along floors, around corners, and down stairs. I tried to map it out in my head: I thought when I escaped, it might be the easiest way to flee the house. If I could just memorize the path.
The twists and turns were easy – left, straight, left an almost immediate right, straight, left– no, right, then right again – but the stairs seemed to go on forever. After I counted 200 steps my brain just gave way and I passed out.
I don't know how long I'd been out, but when I came to, I was shivering in some vast, cold room. I couldn't see any light source, but I was still dimly illuminated, and the floor my feet were on were large cobble stones. I was naked, my lithe body on full display. My arms ached and I could see some black-and-blue marks on my body as I craned my head upwards to see I was shackled. My arms were pulled uncomfortably up but not taut, allowing some give so I wasn't stretching beyond reason to touch the floor. My arms were bare as was the rest of me, but they were covered in goosebumps with my thin, light hairs invisible in the dim light.
I tried to shout, but nothing happened, I could barely hear my own voice as it seemed to travel away from me without reflecting off any surrounding surface, my own sound taken from me.
After struggling, I finally sagged limply to let my arms carry some of my weight now that my legs were exhausted.
Just as my arms were about to need a break, the sweet smell returned to my nostrils. I thought I was hallucinating until a long, snake-like object suddenly came into my view, closing in on me so fast I had no time to react. It slithered up me from toes to fingertips, leaving behind more cold that my body registered as wet. Something had just licked me!
As quickly as it had appeared, it pulled back into the darkness, and I heard footsteps walking towards me. Sound! Blessed sound. And … not sweet. No, the smell was gone. Replaced with something else, something earthier. Cloves? Cinnamon?
The scent grew more intense as the sound grew louder. But there was something off about it. I finally realized what it was: Instead of the quick staccato repeat of a heel-to-toe sounding on stone with an immediate pause, this was a single sound. Sharp clack, clack piercing the cavern. But they were slightly irregular, like a limp.
I could see nothing, just hear the steps grow louder in the disorienting room. I looked around as much as I could, seeing nothing, realizing that the sounds were louder and somehow echoing while my own noise was nothing. I could see nothing else.
The noise stopped. I don't know how I knew, but I could just somehow sense that it was directly behind me. My breath quickened, and my shivering intensified. I closed my eyes. And ...
... nothing.
I heard nothing, felt nothing. I could still smell the earthiness. Finally, I cracked open one eye. I saw nothing. I opened the other, and turned my head to look around, and I saw nothing. I then remembered my legs and feet, practically numb at this point, but I forced myself to rotate so I could look behind me and then I saw him.
The creature was at least my height and half again as tall, my head level with its torso. He – and it was definitely a he from the unmistakable and prominent organ between his legs – was covered in dark hair. His legs were human-like but had hooves instead feet, and I could see a tail twitching between the muscular supports. His torso was packed with muscle, visible through the fur, with massive arms capped by human-like hands that ended in talons. His head would not have been out-of-place in a costume store for a demon, with a long and pointed chin and nose, pointed ears, and deep, black eyes. His mouth was open slightly, displaying rows of jagged, uneven fangs, and a deep red tongue lolling out the side with saliva dripping. Two horns – each a mirror image of the other – crowned the forehead.
I was horrified, and I didn't realize I had forgotten to breathe until I felt light-headed instinct took over and I took a very deep breath. The smell. It went straight to my cock. Despite shivering in fear, my cock was rock hard.
The creature simply stood there. With its pitch-black eyes I couldn't tell if he was looking at my face, my body, or my dick. His emotionless face offered me nothing but fear.
I assumed at this point I was not going to survive the night.
I don't know how long we both stood facing each other like that – seconds, minutes, hours, days? – I was numb and quaking. The creature finally spoke, a low rumble that washed over me with bass – I heard as much as felt him.
"You were naughty breaking into my house. What should I do with you?"
I couldn't understand. HIS house? A creature like this lived in a dime-a-dozen middle-class suburban neighborhood? My mind raced with questions, but I clearly took too long, for he asked again: "Do you admit you were naughty?"
The question caught me off-guard. I could deny it. Say it was all some big mistake. It was a prank. I was put up to it by my frat, a common haze -- that was something frats do, right? I might be 29, but I could pass for 19, maybe 20. I could say I thought it was a friend's house, I got confused. I could beg forgiveness. Say it was an accident. Or, say I did break in and I'd never do it again. Possibilities flitted through my mind. Unbidden, my dick flexed. Did it like being called naughty?
"Yes."
My answer startled me. It was direct, it was honest, and I don't know the thought process that made me arrive there. My mind barely had time to self-reflect, though, because the creature was reacting.
Apparently, my answer startled him, too, though the only hint of that was by his tail twitching faster back-and-forth until he spoke again.
"Admitting you were a bad boy answers my question with truth and honesty. You will not be punished as so many others have."
He lifted his muscular arm and dragged his talons through the air. Where they passed was momentarily darker than everything else, then it was suddenly alit with images. I saw a man strapped to a table, his belly bulging as food of all sorts was forced into his mouth. I saw a man chained to a desk, writing "I'm sorry" over and over again as a massive dildo that looked like four fists was forced repeatedly in-and-out of his ass. I saw a man taking off monk's garb with a medieval-looking chastity device strapped around his waist and a ticker visible on a lock that read "5623" and the word "Days" below it. I saw a man in a cave wearing a simple animal skin but restrained by vines while feathers danced over his skin.
Men of all shapes, sizes, races, and ages appeared in a rip in space above the creature's head, spanning centuries of history, in all sorts of torturous states. I don't know how long I watched before the rip shrunk and closed itself as though it had never been there.
The creature turned to me. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and slithered down to my … fuck! My small cock dripped at the sensation of his forked tip playing across my sensitive skin. I was dripping, and the creature's tongue licked it up and then rubbed my hole with it, reached around, and forced its way into my mouth. My taste of saltiness mingled with cinnamon.
My tongue lingered on the taste and I didn't realize he'd pulled back until I felt a breeze. I opened my eyes. He gestured to a small light.
He spoke: "You now have a choice: Leave. You will not remember this transgression, and you will never see my house again. You'll continue your petty life living in the gutters in hopes of a big score that'll never come. You'll be lucky if you stay out of jail. Or …" his tail came out of nowhere and smacked me on the ass. It stung, but I could feel my cock shift again. "Or, you can let me change you. You will be what I make you, and you will serve others for the rest of your days. But, you will like it."
He stared down at me with those pitch black eyes. I think he knew what I was going to say, even if I didn't. But did I really not?
"Yes."
"Yes … what?"
"Change me."
The creature's tail leapt up again and I winced, but it didn't strike me. Instead, it went above me and I heard metal clicking, and I collapsed. It had undone my chains. It wrapped around me and lifted me as though I was a rag doll – to a creature of those muscles, maybe that was the right analogy.
It carried me, its tail coiled around me like a serpent, and the only sound I could hear was the clack clack of his hooves on the cobblestones. I felt him lower me, and a slight coldness upon my back. I looked, and I was a few feet off the ground, on a stone slab. The slab was etched with designs, and as the creature walked around, he touched in different areas. They lit up, glowing, but not illuminating. I started to sweat, chilled, my thin body quaking in fear and anticipation.
The creature swooped down like lightning, his head just fractions of an inch from my chest. He tilted his head, and he sniffed my armpit. One, then the other. I heard a low rumble from his throat. "Gooooddd …" he muttered. "A start."
He buried his nose in each pit, and I felt his tongue dart out and lick both in succession. He lifted his head, his face inches from me, and he grinned through his fangs. He stood back up and walked down to my feet. He grabbed each one, and they lit up with sensation. I was lost in the feeling and my neck lost all tension, my head resting on the slab. And I smelled it.
An earthly scent, the same as the creature's, but … different. Headier. Manlier. Less … wintertime. My nostrils flared. I wanted more of it.
My calves began to burn and I heard – and felt – the creature speak again. "Your scent is now your own. Any who smell it will want you, want to play with you, want to dominate you. For you, it is a constant reminder of me and what you have become, it will never wash off, you will never be able to cover it, and if you try, it will only intensify. But I don't think you want to cover it up. Do you?"
I couldn't help myself, I shook my head fervently.
He moved up and I felt the burning sensation along my thighs. I looked down, getting another whiff of the scent. My mouth dropped open. He was rubbing my upper legs with his hands, the talon nails dragging deliciously across my skin. Where he rubbed, it looked like it was a different person: I was huge. My feet were practically twice as large as they were before, while my legs looked like they belonged on a professional bodybuilder. My cock was still rock hard, and I couldn't help but flex my legs. The creature's hands didn't budge, it felt like I was flexing against a brick wall.
He turned to me and grinned, his prehensile tongue snaking out and rubbing the entire length of the inside of my legs. "For show. You will be a carved masterpiece, muscles to spare. But weak as a puppy."
I felt so turned on, and so humiliated. What would guys think? I tried to push myself up, but I felt restrained, like I just couldn't move. I thrashed, or … I tried. The only thing that responded was my head.
He was unfazed. He moved up, I looked down. He looked like he was studying my cock. Then he reached out a hand and I felt a burning sensation as he grabbed my testicles. He squeezed and I tried to scream, but no sound came out or, if it did, I heard nothing. From the searing pain, my balls throbbed. Over and over, harder and harder. I realized his hand was slipping. I tried to control myself and I looked down again. His hand was open, my balls overflowing. They were enormous. Together, a fist. Individually, golf balls. I'd only seen a sack that large after someone had done a saline injection.
He rolled them in his hands, and I literally felt them churn. I felt a tiny cold spot on my stomach: My dick had burped out liquid.
"They will always be producing. Every moment of every day. And if they don't release, well … you'll find out."
He went to my cock. He grabbed it, tighter than the tightest fist, and I screamed silently into the void again. As with my balls, the pain slowly ebbed, and when I could finally open my eyes again, my dick was huge. Or, nearly twice what it was before, maybe 8". And thick. And throbbing. And leaking.
He looked at it and tilted his head. Then he took two of his sharp fingers and before I knew what was happening, he'd pinched just below the head. I shuddered, my whole body shooting with a momentary pain that was gone just as quickly as it had started. I looked down and glistening on either side of my shaft were two metal balls. I looked up a bit more, the slab letting me push myself up to look: He'd pierced my frenum, a thick gauge bar through it. The tip of his tail lashed out and tapped it. It sent a tingle throughout my body, and I heard the faintest sound of bells.
"My brother's not the only one who likes to jingle bells. Or balls."
He moved and started to rub my torso, my abs ballooning into a cobbled core like the stones surrounding us, my obliques pushing out around them. It looked almost comical if not insanely sexy: From my abs on down I looked like a smooth muscle god, but from my pecs to my arms and up I was an aged twink, about to cross over the Twink Hill™ into his 30s.
My cock burped out a bit more liquid, and he lashed out his tongue, licking it up, and pressing it into my mouth. I swallowed, tasting us both. He moved up to my pecs, and they ballooned up like my abs. My nipples expanded, the aureola that had previously been tight and dime-sized now well over an inch across. He dragged his talons over them and my toes curled. He lapped at my cock juice again, rubbing it this time across my nipples. I watched and felt with amazement as the nubs grew from practical innies into cones the size of erasers or even larger. With each hand, he grasped them, and they grew more. I gasped and moaned, and then shooting pain. I opened my eyes wide and saw that both thumbs and index fingers of each hand had pierced through the nubs, then withdrew, barbells that looked like little hex weight dumbbells piercing each.
He looked at them and then at me. He waved his hands over them, and my nipples shrank back. Still enormous – I would never hide them under a shirt again, they would always be prominently sticking out … everyone would know. But, not pierced. Then he put his hands over them again, and I watched as the piercings appeared again, and the nubs grew to a half-inch from my chest and just as wide and my brain fogged over in lust. I wanted – I needed – to do anything and everything he said or wanted. I struggled to get up, to worship him, and then it faded, his hands retreating and my nipples went back to just being over-sized and unpierced.
"Something to make it interesting," was all he said as he moved to my neck, massaging the muscles, and pushing on my throat. It wasn't painful it just was pressure and it felt like he was rearranging, or stretching or … I don't know what.
I moaned. I moaned! I could hear it. It sounded like sex. I felt like my moan was going to make me cum, and my dick tried, but it failed. He looked down at it. Then back to me. "Your voice is like sex now, but your cock is not yours. You can only release with permission. And you'll need it if you don't want your balls to ache. Or, maybe you'll like the ache."
I groaned, and I felt like I had to cum again, my dick throbbing like it was trying to shoot, but nothing came out. He had moved to my arms, forming mountains out of clay, and my dick ached when I saw them. As I tilted my head to look more, I'd almost forgotten: My nose was flooded with my scent, causing me to moan again, and the feedback made everything ache with desire for release.
I begged, "Please!"
He didn't respond, he just moved to the other arm.
Eyes closed, my breathing was heavy, labored, and I felt his tongue slither into my mouth again. I licked and sucked greedily, tasting his scent upon it and my own salty fluids. The tongue probed me, deeper, wider, circling the inside of my throat. I felt it like before from the outside, shifting, massaging, widening, sensitizing. As it withdrew, I no longer felt the uncomfortableness of something sliding down my throat. I just felt pleasure. I felt my throat try to grab onto it, to hold it, to squeeze it. As the tongue exited my mouth, my jaw popped. Just a tiny bit, and my mouth opened wider than it ever had before. I closed it, and my lips were more cushioned, plumper.
It felt … wrong. This was too much. Would I have agreed to this if I'd known? I tried to get up, to struggle, but I couldn't. The slab would no longer let me move.
Trying to wrap my head around what had just happened, his tail came out of nowhere again and coiled around me, rolling me over onto my stomach. I gasped as the stone caressed my tender nipples and cock, the piercing adding a fresh layer of sensation, my balls resting against the stone, heavy.
He rubbed my back, giving it the same treatment, and worked his way down to my flat butt. After what had already happened, I quivered in anticipation.
His hands grasped each cheek, and he rubbed, squeezed, and pressed and pulled. I felt a third presence, and his tail started to caress my hole, then I felt another and the wetness of his tongue joined it. I moaned and my dick shot more liquid onto the slab, and it glowed brighter.
The tongue dripped a constant stream of lubrication as the tail rubbed in circles and back and forth while his hands kneaded my buns. I could feel them growing, pushing out, not quite as firm as my muscles, but a layer of fat on top of them. I moaned again as he smacked them, the jiggle coursing through me and into my hole.
His tail had by now pried me open and was worming its way inside me, accompanied by his tongue. Together they were probing, circling, squirming, and pressing everywhere. I felt as though I was being remade from the inside, slick with moisture to help anything slide in, elastic enough to yield to anything that would enter, and my button – fuck! – he pushed and it felt like it moved and grew in my ass. I felt one final twirl inside and then a withdraw. My hole felt empty, and wanting, and tight.
His tail pushed me over again, and my back was no longer on the slab: My butt stuck out too far, preventing my lower back from resting where it should.
"Your hole will always be ready, but you will always be reminded of what you tried to do today." He took a finger and gently found my opening, pushing inside. I felt a sharp pain, and I took a quick inhale of breath. He probed, found my prostate, and pleasure shot through me. I felt my muscles inside relax and caress his finger, trying to milk it. My dick tried to pump out again, but a meager trickle of seminal fluid came out.
"You will always feel pain upon penetration, every time. My punishment to you. It will give way to pleasure, but this is your reminder. What you do with that pain is up to you. Maybe you'll learn to like it. Or love it. With the right motivation."
He withdrew his finger. He looked me over, his horns dancing through the light from the slab that I was still bound to.
"Not quite done yet …"
He reached up and out of nothing produced a piece of metal. I realized what it was, and my heart beat faster.
He brought it down and lowered it towards my dick. I watched in fear and fascination as my cock for the first time tonight – today? this week? however long we'd been here – went soft. And softer. It was shrinking. It shrank into its foreskin, the head retracting, the frenum piercing shrinking, and he closed the cock cage around me. I felt something new, and I looked closer at his talons leaving my dick again: A massive Prince Albert piercing went through the head of my now-tiny dick, through the cock cage, locking it in place.
He looked at me, then he reached down and jiggled it. Tiny, faint bells.
He pulled, and all I felt was a pressure from the top of my ballsack and the head of my dick. He let go. My penis strained, struggled. It might have shrunk, but it was trying its damnedest to burst through. It wasn't painful, but it was a constant pressure, constant humiliating reminder that it wasn't mine anymore.
His hands came out, and waved over my body. I felt a prickling sensation all over. "What fresh hell is this?" I wondered, and I looked over to my arms, momentarily getting lost in my scent again. I moaned, causing me to get hornier, and my dick struggled against its confines.
I saw hair sprouting where once I had almost none, and then he had denuded me. Now, I was covered in a forest of black hair, I looked almost like him. Even my face itched as I felt a beard grow in. I looked down, my pecs covered in hair, but my nipples sprouted prominently through it, standing tall like watchtowers above the forest. I was able to sit up a bit more – the slab seemed to know when I could be trusted to move – and my dick was completely lost, just a shiny glint of metal if I moved in the right direction. But then, there were my balls. Smooth, pale skin, hairless, throbbing.
"Always. Another reminder. But this–" he waved a hand across my body again, and my hair quickly thinned, my pubes becoming a neat triangle, my chest and abs again bare "–is about desire." He shifted his hands again, and I was bare, as though I'd just emerged from the salon with a full-body wax.
I looked down again at my body, marveling. He reached over to my cock with his tail, and I heard a click – like with my chains – and I felt something slide through the top of my penis. I moaned again, it was an erotic sensation I'd never felt before. My Prince Albert was gone, the cock cage off, and my dick was rapidly hardening and growing to 8" again.
"You're finished."
It was a simple two-word sentence, yet it was spoken with such a drip of sex, condemnation, and implied humiliation that I felt like I had to cum again, but again, nothing came out.
"And frustrated, forever, until allowed release."
"Release from … you? From … this?"
I felt the creature's laughter before I heard it, vibrating through the floor, up the alter, and into me. It grew to a thunderous level and the runes in the altar shone brightly. My head was – it was too much! I grabbed my head in my hands, it felt like everything was being changed, rummaged around moved, replaced …
All gone. Him. The light. The alter. My heart pounded and I heard my breaths more than felt them. I looked around with wild eyes. Was this some bad trip I was coming down from? I was standing on a cobblestone path. No, not a path. An alleyway. I looked up, looked around. Looked down at myself.
Hard muscles. Smooth skin. Black, shiny, leather boots. A simple white cotton jockstrap. I tugged – a leather harness. A constriction around my neck – a collar. I reached my arm back to feel, but there was no buckle, just a ring. And I smelled it: Cloves, cinnamon, hearth, men. I felt my dick throb. I quickly put my arm down. I looked around again, and I saw a door. A backdoor. A club.
I walked in the door, music and a pounding beat overwhelming my senses. I looked around, and I felt drawn to a dark area. I gulped. I walked. Who knew what I would find?
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