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A Life Converted - Chapter 1
Tony studied the strange figurine on the shelf before him. It was comically disproportionate: a foot-tall grotesque with an insidious grin and a very erect phallus at least a third the size of the creature itself.
He almost laughed out loud. The twisted horns were intimidating enough, but the out-of-scale demon-dick was just too much. The figure had a long beard, and its face was fixed in a smile, but with the sculptor deciding not to give the eyes pupils, the smile was anything put pleasant looking.
Strange, though...Tony really couldn't stop looking at it.
"See something you like, sir?" the antique owner asked with a grin.
He was a rather masculine-looking older man, most likely in his fifties.
Then again, he could have been in his thirties; you can never really tell with attractive, fit men. Salted and peppered hair cut short, piercing blue eyes, and a crisp white smile looked at Tony, awaiting a response. A bit distracted by the lasting effects of the figurine, and seeing something clearly he liked, Tony struggled to use the English language.
"I...uh..." Tony stammered. As transfixed as he was at the figurine, he couldn't help study the man before him. Broad shoulders, defined pecs, large "better-to-hold-you-with" arms, and thick tree-trunk legs. And, yes, there was definitely a bulge bulging.
"You...uh...what, pathetic slut?" the antique owner's eyes became black and pupil-less, just like the figurine's, when he spit out the last two words. Tony looked away in shock, and as he returned his gaze, the owner was again smiling pleasantly.
Perplexed, Tony asked, "What did you just say?"
The owner seemed to get a bit impatient. "I am merely asking if you need any help sir. I don't mean to intrude, but we do have a no-loitering policy. You've been staring at that piece for about twenty minutes, and we close in fifteen."
"Oh. Hmm. Well, can you tell me anything about it?" Tony felt like he at least needed to show some interest. Otherwise, he really had no explanation for his staring. Had it really been twenty minutes?
"Well, you've picked a good one; I'll tell you that much. Why don't you take it off the shelf and pop into the back with me. I can explain it better back there." The owner winked at Tony. What did that mean? Tony was not very adventurous, but he did feel badly that he caused the man some trouble. Also, he began to feel like he needed to find out everything he could about the carving. Something deep inside him stirred.
"Ok, why not!" Tony said as he reached for the figurine. As he reached up to grab it Tony's shirt lifted, and the owner couldn't help but soak in Tony's hair-dusted abs and his round and perfect ass.
Tony was an attractive man. He was in his late twenties, a little mature-looking for his age. He wore a beard well, kept it groomed and tailored to his jaw line. He was not anything spectacular muscle-wise, but he kept in good shape. He'd never admit that he died his hair brown (instead of his natural blonde), but he somehow never felt confident enough to have blonde hair. The truth was, he never really thought much of himself, and he never really had a lot of romantic boyfriends. So he was really unprepared for what the store owner had in mind...
"Just follow me back here. Mind the boxes, now," he said to Tony over his shoulder.
"What is this made of?" Tony asked, holding the demonic statuette. It felt soft and rigid at the same time. It definitely wasn't stone, and it couldn't have been wood...
"Oh, I don't really know, but trust me, once you find out what it does, you won't give a flying fuck what it's made out of!"
"What it...does?" Tony repeated just as the finally entered what seemed to be the back of the backmost part of the antique shop.
"Yes! My boy, you truly have good taste in ancient black magic talismans!"
"Woah...I don't want anything to do with black magic, sir, I just thought that the dick was kind of a joke..."
"Well, son, I assure you that great phallus is no joke whatsoever, and unfortunately for you, you really have no say in what you want any more. It seems He has picked you." At this, the owner took the talisman out of Tony's hand, and placed it on one of the only empty shelves in the cluttered room. Tony's head began to feel a bit heavy. What was this man talking about? Black magic? Talisman?
"You see, boy, this here is a carving of an ancient demon spirit who was once banished for his lustful ways, and people believe he invented sodomy itself. It's said that He selects his followers personally, and once they reveal themselves to Him, He enters them and fills them with his life force."
There was a pause. Tony looked at the statue. He looked at the owner.
And then he laughed. Tony laughed a lot...and quite loudly.
"I'm serious, boy! You laugh now, but trust me, his life force is nothing to laugh at."
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...but this is a little too much to handle. I mean, seriously...life force...chosen followers...ancient sodomizing demons...? It's all just a bit too much to take in."
"You'll see how much to take in it really is soon enough. You see, I am a follower, and I am going to prove this all to you right now. We'll start by you revealing yourself to Him."
"Aren't I already doing that...what, do I need to say my name...or cut my hand and write in blood?"
"Ha! That's Hollywood bunk, boy! You must reveal yourself by ejaculating onto his phallus. This will awaken Him."
"Woah...if this was all a ploy to seduce me...."
"Not a ploy. You need to ejaculate onto Him. You are a very good looking man, and I can tell you're in need of confidence. He will give you great many things, one being the confidence to use your natural lust for parts of life more pleasurable than you can imagine. You need this, don't you, boy?"
Tony hadn't realized until the man pointed it out, but yes, he really did need more confidence in the area of sex, and as a school teacher who didn't get out much, "parts of life more pleasurable than you can imagine" had a very exciting ring to it. It was settled.
"OK...but you're not video taping this or anything, are you? ...Do I just need to jack off or something?"
"As long as you ejaculate, that's all He cares about. However, the more, the merrier."
At that, the owner unzipped his own pants, releasing his seven inch cock. It was uncut, and the foreskin was dripping with precum. Tony was transfixed. It had been a shameful amount of time since he last saw someone else's cock in real life. The owner's cock was semi hard, and instinctively, Tony dropped to his knees. He carefully took the heavy, dense member in his hand and guided it into his mouth. The owner groaned, and almost instantly began pumping his dick in and out of Tony's mouth.
The old man's balls were softly swaying, tapping Tony's chin every so often.
"Yes, brother, take my phallus. He will soon visit us and you will be a follower, too," the owner groaned. Tony still thought this guy was not completely sane, but he was damn gorgeous and his dick was in Tony's mouth.
Tony moaned, and the owner increased his pumping in reaction to the sensuous vibration Tony's moaning had caused. At this, Tony grasped the low-hanging balls and massaged them as he sucked on the owner's cock, the foreskin gliding back and forth over the bright red head of his dick.
Next, the owner increased his speed and force again. Now Tony was starting to gag a bit, but his beginning pleas were muffled by the growing girth of the owner's cock. It had to be larger than nine, ten inches by now. Through his wincing, out of the corner of his eye, Tony could see the figurine, and it didn't seem possible, but the demon's phallus was growing larger as well.
"You cock sucking slut, you're going to take the communion of my fucking semen, brother!" the owner's voice was becoming more gravelly and the room's temperature was steadily increasing. The owner took of his own shirt before lifting Tony up by his arm pits. "Take off your shirt, brother!"
Tony noticed that the owner's eyes had become black again. Sweat beaded and poured down both of their chests. Tony took off his pants, as did the owner. He left his work boots on, the tongues hanging over the bottom laces. The owner's legs were densely covered in hair, and his muscles were tight and throbbing. Suddenly, Tony was being turned around. Turned around and bent over. He was now face-to-crotch with the demon statue, and the phallus had grown even larger...it was now bigger than most human cocks, and Tony's heart rate increased. He felt electrified, like he was jumping off of a mountain or something, and his cock ached with how erect it was. He reached down to massage his dick.
"Don't fucking touch that dick, brother! It's HIS now, and he doesn't want you to touch it. I need to fill you with the communion first, then you may masturbate." Tony didn't care; he was content just looking at the giant cock in front of him while getting plowed by the owner.
Deep thrusts into his tight cunt were making Tony's mind spin. He had never been fucked like this before! The owner would pull his meat almost all the way out, and then plow it back in all the way to the base. Tony's prostate had never been stimulated like this before, and his ass greedily sucked in each powerful thrust. Then Tony did something he never considered he'd do, but it just felt natural. He began to suck on the statue's huge cock. He could barely fit half of it in, but something inside was telling him to do it. The statue's cock was warm and fleshy, and it felt like it was pulsing.
"Yes, faggot! YES! You are developing more rapidly than I thought...give into His lustful ways...debase yourself and suck on the cock that will soon anoint you." the owner's thrust were rapidly increasing, and Tony could feel the owner's cock actually increasing in girth; he knew it was almost time for the far too unfamiliar feeling of warm wetness filling up his insides. Tony continued greedily gorging his throat with the demon statue's phallus as the owner began grunting and yelling as he orgasmed.
"Fucking yes! Take my fucking sperm, brother! Hail our magnificent demon and pledge your lustful unworthiness to HIM! Fuck!"
Tony could feel each throb of the owner's cock, and with that, each spurt of hot semen up his gut. They were both moaning and writhing. "Now, brother," the owner said in between gasps of air, "you must now reveal yourself to him. Stand up, jack your cock and make sure to ejaculate onto his phallus. It is very important that before the end of your orgasm you repeat the phrase, I give my soul to the One who seeks it. I desire a lustful existence."
Tony was no longer even thinking on his own. Almost as though he were driven by remote control, he stood up and began stroking his seven inch cut dick. He spit into his hand for lubrication, and he pumped his cock in a controlled rhythm. He didn't even notice the gobs of cum dripping out of his ass, down his leg.
"Yes, brother, that's it!" the owner cried. Give yourself to him.
From behind, and through his legs, the owner began to massage Tony's balls. Applying pressure here and there, he began to pull them down as well, stretching the scrotum as Tony was mesmerized looking at the demon statue. His stroking increased in pace and firmness, and before long, Tony felt the distinct ping from the base of his stomach. He knew he was about to cum. Leaning back a bit to brace himself, he began pumping furiously and soon the first few spurts of his white junk emerged from his throbbing cockhead. He was careful to aim right at the statue's phallus, and as he was cumming, he made sure to say, "I give my soul to the One who seeks it. I desire a lustful experience." As he uttered those words, the shop owner also chanted them over and over.
Tony completed ejaculating, and as they stood there, the lights began to flicker. His semen was boiling and sizzling on the statue, and it now began to grow. The cock was growing, but the figure itself was, too.
Taller and taller it grew, until standing before Tony and the shop owner was an eight-foot, sweaty, muscle-bound, hairy demon. His black eyes focused on Tony. He spoke in an unearthly deep tone: "You have summoned me, child. The price for which is the soul you pledged. In return I will guide you into the lustful existence you desire. You will no longer need food or drink. The only sustenance will be pure sodomizing lust and the life force I provide. As you enter this existence, you will be my child, born of my life force today; you will be my disciple, spreading my gospel and bringing me more followers; you will be my ever-ready servant, providing me any lustful cravings I desire - no matter the consequences they bring; and lastly you will build my churches, converting buildings and people for the purposes of lustful experience everywhere. Lust knows no age or race, and therefore I will control and influence all of your lustful exchanges with whomever I see fit. These are the terms of your conversion.
You must accept them by repeating the holy oath you used to bring me here."
Tony, eyes blackened, cock still throbbing, no longer in control of his own mind repeated, without slightest hesitation, "I give my soul to the One who seeks it. I desire a lustful experience."
There was a loud clicking noise, and the demon began to laugh. The owner had the same wild laughter. For a few moments, nothing was happening as Tony stood transfixed. He wasn't blind, but everything was fuzzy and there was really no color...everything was in grayscale. The next thing he knew, Tony's ass was again filled with the throbbing of a large cock. The demon was lustfully pumping in and out of Tony's ass, and Tony could feel his insides becoming warm.
"Fuck yes!" Tony screamed, "I've never fucking felt this! Fuck me more, sir!"
The demon's cock grew larger and though Tony's insides should have logically been split open by now, he felt nothing but immense pleasure.
Soon the cock inside him began to spew the demon's life force. Tony pushed his ass hard against the pelvis of the demon, ensuring all the juice remained inside.
"Yes, child, take it all in. You need this life force, don't waste a drop." Tony felt the life force filling up his whole body. It was warm and wonderful. Then he felt a sharp tearing feeling inside. Like a very sticky shirt being ripped off of his skin. His abdomen contracted and convulsed at the sensation, and in a sudden snip the whole experience stopped. He felt very light, and his mind seemed less cluttered with thoughts.
"It is complete. Welcome, son," the demon said. Suddenly, all three sets of eyes unblackened, and it was as though Tony could actually see again.
"Wait, what just happened? What was that?" Tony asked, rubbing his eyes.
"You just paid your soul! You're a follower now, brother!" the owner said. Tony's eyes completely adjusted, and now the man in front of him looked no longer demonic or inhuman in any way. He looked muscular and hairy still, but there were no horns. He had dark, wavy black hair and piercing blue eyes. His nose was slightly crooked, and his strong jaw line was dusted in a five o'clock shadow. He had a defined chest and arms and legs. His ears were pieced tastefully with small solid gauges, and he was smiling a mouth full of pearly white teeth. In a normal human voice (with a slight British accent), he said, "Well, two hundred years has been my longest rest. Basil, why did you wait so long?"
The shop owner replied, "Father, I deeply apologize, but I had to wait for the perfect one to come into my shop. Young Tony here was literally the first one to notice you in two centuries."