Priapus

Priapus

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Terry double-locked the door behind him and turned off his phone before stripping naked. For what he planned on doing, he wanted no interruptions of any sort. He fixed himself a quick supper of leftover meatloaf, ate it mechanically, stroking the eight inch length of his hardening cock with his free hand, then headed into his spare bedroom, his erection bobbing and dripping pre-cum with anticipation.

If any of his normal co-workers or friends had seen this room, they would have been horrified. Every inch of the walls was plastered with hardcore gay pornography, with images ranging just from men fucking to men being penetrated by horses, dogs and even pigs, and others of men drinking piss and eating shit. On the wall opposite the door, he had placed a huge upside down cross.

He had removed all the furniture from the room to make room for the decoration in the center of the floor: a pentagram carefully rendered in red paint, with black candles at each point of the star. Terry circled the pentagram, making sure every line was accurate to the book he had paid so dearly for, and they were.

Next, he opened the jar of fresh shit he had put in the room earlier, and began anointing his body with it, making sure to make the proper occult markings, the most simple of which was an inverted cross ending at the head of his cock. By the time he was done, he was covered from head to toe, front and back with strange markings... the hours he had spent practicing in the mirror had helped for his back. He had read many stories of people trying to do what he was attempting and making even a single mistake. All the accounts seemed to end with some variation on "and the fool was torn to pieces."

It was now or never. He checked the clock... midnight. The hour of the crossroads. He lit the candles, took up the yew rod he had harvested a few days before, and began the incantation. It took several minutes of chanting in Latin before he smelled sulfur and he opened his eyes to behold a man standing in the center of the pentagram.

Even being mentally prepared, Terry gasped in awe. The figure was perfect in every manner, from a head of curly blonde locks that tumbled past his wide shoulders, to perfectly sculpted muscles with beautifully outlined veins, to an erect cock that arched out from his groin and looked to be well over a foot in length even though it looked to be only semi-erect. Weirdly, the figure's cock sported several fleshy spikes the length and thickness of carpenter's nails. Terry could count at least eight barbells along the length of his penis, while a gigantic gold spiked Prince Albert ring gleamed at the tip. Dozens or more hoops and of silver and gold adorned his body from his eyebrows, lips, nipples, and navel. Even more amazing to Terry were the tattoos that covered the man's body from head to foot, which he recognized as identical to the design he currently sported.

The man, or demon, slowly and approvingly looked around the room before spotting Terry, and their gazes met. His eyes were completely black with no hint of sclera or pupils. "I love what thee hast done with the place, Terry. I feel right at home here, which is an improvement over most of the décor I see when I am summoned."

Terry almost choked at the realization the demon knew his name. "You like... and you know who I am?"

The demon grinned; its teeth resembled chunks of carefully-wrought coal. "Terrence Jacob Howell, age thirty two, never married, lost thy virginity to thine first cousin Robert at the age of nine, Baptist lapsed at the age of nineteen, embraced Satanism at the age of twenty-four. You've had 3519 different lovers since Robert... a rather respectable number of times to get thyself fucked, if I do say so myself. Did thee know, that works out to thirteen new sex partners every month, not counting repeats? In the past twenty years, yee have gotten fucked times 6076, not counting the number of times you just gave your lovers rimjobs or blowjobs. Which I see, yee always swallowed. Good job! Quite the slut thou are, Terry. My masters have noticed and approve."

Terry tried not to blush, but could not help himself. "Thank you, my lord. How should I address you?"

The demon grinned again. "Please, no need to be so formal. Thou may call me Priapus, the prince of the male sexuality and Arch Duke of Cocks. I am so rarely called to Earth these days, everyone wants to summon Satan himself!

"So, Terrence... or may I call thee Terry?... What inspired thee to call me up? And may I be released from this Circle of Containment admittedly well-made, provided I promise not to eviscerate, mutilate, or otherwise harm thee and maintain a visage both normal and pleasing to thine eyes?"

Terry gulped. "On what do you swear to do me no harm?"

Priapus bowed. "I, Priapus, swear upon the cock, balls, and asshole of my lord, Lucifer the Morningstar, the Fallen Angel, Left Hand of God, the Rebel against the Host of Heaven, lord of 666,666,666 Demons of the Pit, to do thee no harm, as specified."

Terry hesitated, then nodded, relenting. Unreleased, Priapus could not fulfill the purpose he has summoned him for. With his yew rod, he scratched away a line of the paint of the pentagram, freeing the demon.

Priapus stepped over the line and into the room, then wandered over to lean against the nearest wall. "Thank you. So... I assume yee have a purpose for having called me up... given thine many, many conquests in bed, in closets, bathrooms, classrooms, and even on the... subway? And once... nay, times the three in the dining room of a busy restaurant, yee do not need help with thine love life."

Terry nodded. "I... want the fuck of my life. A fuck I'll never ever forget, if I live to be a hundred. And I'm willing to pay your price for it."

Priapus grinned widely. "Silly mortal. Thy soul belonged to Hell the day yee seduced thine brother Aaron at the age of thirteen. We might have not netted his soul as well as yours, but he has become quite the avid Sodomite, wouldn't thou say?"

Terry nodded, his cock twitching at the thought of the last time he and Aaron had been together a few weeks before, at a gay sex club on the Upper East Side. They had arrived separately, and it gave them a thrill to be fucking in front of a crowd, with no one the wiser that they were relatives... at least until Aaron had spewed his seed deep inside Terry's ass and withdrew. Then they announced it to the entire room, to gasps and then thunderous applause.

Priapus' voice drew his back from his reverie. "So, yee see, Terry, thou hast been a boon asset to Satan. The soul of every man yee let fuck thou gains a little bit of a stain, and that is all Hell needs. So consider my granting thee thine wish a... what do yee mortals call it.. a freebie? And I must admit, I very much want to fuck the shit out of thee!"

The twitching in terry's cock became a full erection at hearing this; his asshole even quivered in anticipation of feeling that bizarre and magnificent cock penetrating it.

"My Lord Priapus, I thank you and I..." Priapus cut him off with a gesture. "For as deserving a servant of Hell's lusts as thineself, thee has earned even more than I can offer by own self."

He snapped his fingers, and three demons appeared with a burst of stench like an open toilet in the middle of summer. Many would have gagged at the odor, but Terry had spent many hours with his face happily buried in many shit-encrusted asscracks. The stench just inflamed his lust even further. Still, the demons' appearances made him gasp.

The first was perhaps seven feet tall, but it was hard to ascertain an exact height, because it had erect cocks ranging in length from perhaps six inches to over two feet sprouting everywhere. The next was no more than three feet in height, but its cock and balls were so massive they drug on room's floor. A steady pulse of pre-cum dripped from its urethra, gathering into a milky pool.

The last actually looked like an almost normal, if over-muscular, human man, except that his skin was a glossy black as if he had been carved out of polished onyx. Also, a shiny length of cock the size of four beer cans jutted from his loins and dozens of writhing, twisting penises grew from his scalp like some sort of perverted Medusa.

A horrifying realization drove Terry to his knees. Priapus had pledged not to harm him; these three new arrivals were under no such compulsion. He closed his eyes, waiting for the worst, and hoping it would not hurt too much.

"Terry, open thine eyes." Priapus scolded him with a hint of smile in his voice. "These three are mine servants; they are bound by the same vow I rendered unto thee. They are here to do mine bidding, which in this case means giving thee the greatest sex of thine life, at least up to this point.

"Given thy track record, it will take all four of us to accomplish this task..." Priapus grinned lustfully. "But as their liege, I reserve the right to be the first to taste thine asshole. Shall we convene unto thy sleep quarters?"

Terry rose to his feet, relieved. While he knew better than to trust Priapus completely, he understood that the demon was bound to his word, and his word bound his minions. "If I'm going to die tonight, let's at least hope it is from getting fucked to death."

That thought made his cock start to stiffen. "What a way to go that would be!" Going to the door, he beckoned his guests to follow. Priapus made noncommittal noises about the décor in the living room, but did comment it showed a distressing lack of blasphemy.

"Truly, thine household is in need of more cocks."

Terry nodded. The other demons did not seem to care one way or the other.

His bedroom was the second largest room in the house, with a comfortable double bed, which Terry wasted no time in climbing up on, smearing the sheets with the dried shit he had adorned himself with earlier. The other four followed suit, making the bed groan under the unexpected weight.

"So... how do we start? I've never fucked or gotten fucked by a demon before."

"Nay, Terry, thou hast. By thy reckoning, four years ago, thou met a man of darkest skin at a party, and was smitten. He came here with thee that night, and fucked you for six hours without a break until even your lust for sex was satiated. Recall you that night?"

Terry grinned. The guy had had the largest cock Terry had ever seen up to that point... a good fourteen inches in length, with swollen balls that had hung half-way down is thighs. "Remember it? I had to call off from work the next week to let my asshole tighten back to normal. That was a demon?"

"Aye, Behemoth, the Archduke of Lust, and one of my most trusted lieutenants. His recounting of the night together was why I came so easily when thou beckoned across the worlds. He sang thine praises loud enough to be heard unto the Throne of the False God!"

Terry's cock, which had not really softened since the realization he was safe, returned to a hardness that was almost painful. "I hope to show you I am worthy of his praise, Lord!"

Priapus grinned. "Then present to mine tongue thine cunt, mortal, that I might feast upon it!" Terry eagerly complied, clambering up onto his hands and knees with his legs spread wide. Moments later, he felt Priapus hands on his ass-cheeks, then a wet tongue slithered down his trench in the direction of his hole. At the same time, the demon with dozens of cocks climbed up, offering his main penis to Terry to suck. The dwarfish demon slithered under his body and began sucking on him with a mouth long enough to suck in his cock and both testicles at the same time.

Priapus spent several minutes tongue-fucking Terry's ass, and the demon's tongue penetrated the ring of his sphincter several times, preparing his ass for the pleasure to come, before sitting back and lining his freakish cock to replace where his tongue had been only moments before. The spikes on his cock were thrashing, anticipating the fucking to come.

"Art thou ready?" Terry let go of the demon's cock long enough to grunt in the affirmative before going back to sucking on not one but two of that demon's cocks. Priapus grinned and slammed the length of his freakish cock into Terry's hungry asshole. Terry screamed with pleasure at the intrusion, just as the demon came in his mouth, squirting what felt like a gallon of cum down his throat. Terry had to swallow frantically to keep from drowning in cum even as the demon continued to produce more cum. Finally, it slowed to a dribble and Terry was able to let it slip from his mouth.

Behind him, Priapus bellowed his pleasure and slammed one last time into Terry's ass. Terry could feel the demon lord's cock swelling until it was almost painful, and each of the spikes thrashing against the walls of his colon before an intense heat filled his loins. The sensation of Priapus' orgasm triggered Terry's as he erupted, shooting jets of cum into the dwarfish demon's maw.

Priapus pulled out after filling Terry's ass until a thin stream of cum was oozing out. He was immediately replaced by the black-skinned demon, which used Priapus' slimy discharge as if it were lube, sliding half its prodigious length in with a single thrust. Terry screamed in pleasure, but his mouth was suddenly being filled by the Dwarf demon, which had gotten out from under him and was now kneeling on the bed. Terry opened his mouth as wide as he could, and the dwarf thrust the length in. As he as sucking the dwarf, Terry took Priapus cock in one hand and the other demon's main cock in the other, masturbating them.

He took his mouth off the cock he was sucking long enough to gasp. "Please, my lord, please, can two of you fuck me at the same time? I want more cock! More cum! Please!"

Priapus grinned and spoke to the Dwarf. "Hold thine seed, mine minion, but offer then asshole to Terry, that he may enjoy it, then be thee prepared to take they compatriot's place!"

The dwarf stepped away, turned around, and thrust its ass against Terry's face. He began licking the musky flesh around its asshole feverishly. In the meantime, the black-skinned demon continued to punt Terry's ass before its cock erupted deep inside his bowels. It withdrew, a sloppy glob of its sperm coming with it, only to be immediately replaced by the demon with dozens of cocks. It lined up two of its throbbing shafts with Terry's hole, sliding in effortlessly, then began pumping his ass effortlessly before pulling out long enough to add a third, stretching his sphincter almost to the point of ripping.

Terry screamed in a deliciously familiar mix of pain and ecstasy, but one he had not felt to this extent since the last time he had gotten fucked by a Clydesdale stallion. In a matter of seconds, his hole had loosened enough that the demon was able to easily fit all three of its cocks in his ass at the same time and resumed pumping. Terry relaxed and began licking the dwarf demon's ass again as Priapus leaned in to begin sucking its cock. The medusa Demon slid into the mix, gulping Terry's straining cock deep into its mouth as its coils caressed his chest, stomach, and balls.

The black demon's three cocks erupted deep into Terry's ass all at the same time, but it was not done yet. It simply withdrew those cocks, shifted its position and slid four more in, causing Terry to scream again.

By this time, demonic cum was running out of Terry's ass with each thrust, soaking into the bedclothes and into the mattress. The entire room reeked of shit, sweat, ass, and sperm.

The demon came with all four of its cocks and withdrew, slopping more cum out of Terry's tortured but happy asshole. The dwarf demon stepped away from his face and stomped over to the end of the bed, pointing his gargantuan cock directly at the gaping hole that was Terry's ass. Priapus took his kissed Terry on the lips and asked, "Art thou ready, Terry, for truly mine minion may split thee in the act of fucking thee?"

Terry paused for a second before answering. "It will be worth it if he does, my Lord Priapus!" Priapus grinned down at him, then nodded to the Dwarf. Terry looked down, and shuddered in trepidation and lust. The demon's erect member was as big around as his thigh and as long as a man's arm, with veins the thickness of electrical cables that moved and twisted even as he watched. A thick slurry of pre-cum pumped out of the end of its piss-slit.

"Let's do this, motherfucker!" Priapus and the other demons retreated a few feet to watch their compatriot begin fucking Terry's ass.

The initial thrust made Terry scream, and if the previous demon had not opened him up so much, the flesh of his sphincter probably would have ripped. As was, it was the most intense feeling Terry had ever experienced. In some part of his mind that was not being over-run with pleasure, he knew that nothing he would ever feel would be as good as having this mammoth cock slamming balls-deep in and out of his ass.

Another cock was suddenly slapping against his lips, and Terry instinctively opened his mouth, sucking it in. Priapus grinned down at him.

"Verily, Terry, art thou the slut without peer that Behemoth did proclaim thee! Now suck me until I cum, mortal whore!" Terry nodded in acceptance of both the compliment and the command, his neck craning up to take as much of the Demon Lord's length down his throat as he could. The other demons approached, and Terry grabbed cock in each hand, vaguely wondering if there was any way he could have asked to have more assholes for them to be fucking.

"Maybe next time, if Lord Priapus is happy with me!"

The demon fucking him was thrusting harder and faster, as was Priapus as he fucked his cock down Terry's throat. "Receive mine seed, mortal!" Priapus roared aloud as its cock began to jerk in his esophagus. Terry tried to swallow, but the amount of cum erupting from the demon's cock was too much. Terry started to choke, but at the same time, was thrilled to be being forced to swallow such a load.

Almost at the same time, the dwarf demon bellowed one last time and thrust the entire length of its cock into Terry's tortured ass. Its cock swelled, then Terry felt what felt like gallons of hot cum flooding his bowels with the force of a fire hose.

It was enough. Terry's cock erupted, sending a jet of his own seed three feet into the air in what was the most powerful orgasm he had experienced in a life full of powerful climaxes. As his cum splattered back down onto his stomach, Terry felt a searing pain in his chest and all went dark.

When the police forced their way into Terry's home several days later, they discovered a tableau unlike any of them had ever seen before. His worship room by itself made some of the officers sick to their stomachs; what they found in his bedroom both sickened and baffled them.

Terry's body was twisted, and his cadaver was still smeared with sigils inscribed in shit. Even more macabre, his stomach was swollen as if he had been nine months pregnant. The corpse's body was still sporting a rock-hard erection, and had a grin on its face that forced the one officer to comment that whatever had killed him, it looked like it had been worth it. The mattress and box springs under the body were stiff with a dried whitish substance the forensics team tentatively identified as semen, though in quantities none had ever seen before.

"What the hell happened here? Did the entire fucking NFL come by and drop a load?"

The autopsy was even more disturbing, when the mortician opened the body's stomach and siphoned off seven gallons of the semen-like substance. Even as seasoned professionals, they gagged when they opened up the bowels and had to remove another nine gallons of the sticky fluid, then another two gallons from its lungs. They immediately had the fluid sent out for analysis.

The C. O. D. was finally marked as inconclusive, being as it could have been heart failure, drowning by a yet-to-be determined liquid substance, or by blunt force trauma to the anus, possibly by insertion of a working jack-hammer. The cadaver's penis never lost its erection, even when the body was drained.

When the test results came back, everyone involved had a hurried, secret meeting. By unanimous vote, the body was quietly cremated along with the fluid they had retrieved from the cadaver. All the evidence gathered at the scene disappeared, never to be found. A few days later, the house was vandalized and went up in flames, destroying all remaining evidence that Terrence Jacob Howell had ever existed.

Because the fluid retrieved from his body and the scene of his death had in fact been semen. But when the technician had put some on a slide and examined it under her microscope, the spermatozoa had still been alive and wriggling. And then they had all raised twisted faces with evil expressions and fanged mouths, hissing up at her.

Terry woke up naked on a slab of warm stone, the scent of sulfur, shit, and piss in his nostrils. Opening his eyes, he saw he was in a cavern illuminated by a flickering orange and red light.

"I'm in Hell." He sat up, looking around. Priapus was nearby, perched comfortably on a rock outcropping. His minions stood behind him, along with more demons than Terry could possibly count, along with one he recognized as Behemoth from four years prior. "You fucker, you killed me."

Priapus shook his head. "Nay, when thine last orgasm struck, thy heart gave out. So thou art here, by the Lake of Fire. We have been waiting for thee to awaken."

"Why, so you can all watch me roast after you throw me in?"

Priapus stood up. "Nay, we have been waiting for thee so we can all honor thee. For truly, thy sins have been a boon to Hell beyond all measure. Tens of thousands have been tainted to beyond salvation by your actions when you seduced them away from a Godly path to one of homosexual delight. Thou are not here to be punished, yet be rewarded."

"Rewarded?"

Priapus pointed into the distance. It was hard to judge in the twilight, but it seemed to Terry he could perceive in the far recesses of the cavern a single mountain surmounted by a gigantic throne. Slouched upon the throne, he could make out a titanic man, at least a hundred feet in height, not counting his raven-black wings. On his head sat a plain crown of what looked like red-hot iron. His expression was benign and approving as he casually masturbated a cock that Terry guessed to be at least thirty feet in length.

Priapus spoke with reverence in his voice. "His Infernal Majesty has approved a great reward for thee, Terrence. Until Judgment Day and beyond, thou may have thine pick of as many of us as you desire to fuck, for all eternity. And verily, our lord heard your unspoken thought, and felt it moot."

"Unspoken...?

"Feel along thine sides."

Confused, Terry felt along his ribcage, feeling several puckered muscular orifices along both sides of his torso. "Are these...?" He slid a finger into one, and felt a jolt of pleasure that made his cock jerk to life. It was almost an afterthought to the idea of having eight extra asses to get fucked in that Terry noticed is cock and balls had tripled in size.

Terry looked around, seeing demons all around for as far as he could see. All of them were male, and all sported erections ranging from normal-sized to freakishly large. And all for him, and all ready to fuck him in every hole he had.

Terry grinned, his cock hardening. He could spend all his time getting his new collection of asses filled to the brim, over and over again, until the end of time.

"Thank you, My Lord!"

He dropped back onto the stone slab, spread his legs, and gestured to Priapus. The demon grinned and knelt, kissing him on his anus before sliding the entire length of his cock into Terry's ass with a single stroke. Another demon approached, and Terry gladly took its cock into his mouth. Another demon began deep-throating his new gargantuan and throbbing cock. Eight more convened, sliding misshapen cocks into his extra assholes. It felt even better than his depraved imagination had envisioned.

In the far background, he could see Satan had stood up and was vigorously masturbating his tree-sized member with one hand while squeezing his balls with the other. A steady pulse of steaming pre-cum was bubbling out of the end of his cock. On the spot, Terry vowed to someday feel that shaft in his ass.

He grinned around the cock in his mouth as he felt his balls tighten in anticipation of the first of an eternity of orgasms. It was going to be one hell of a fun afterlife.

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