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"Seriously, Scotty - you're freaking me out!" Colin said, as his roommate stood before him, sticking his tongue out with shallow, rasping breaths.
Scotty's eyes were completely blackened, and his skin seemed so tightly stretched over his muscles that it seemed it barely fit. With each movement Scotty made, Colin could see the sinewy tendons and individual muscles contracting and writing. It was oddly hypnotic, and while Scotty spoke in foreign tongues, Colin felt compelled to reach down to his own hardened penis. Touching his cock had always felt good, but at this moment, gently stroking his shaft was almost therapeutic. Scotty now seemed to grow in size, his legs and torso stretching. His head almost hit the high ceiling, and and hands easily completely engulfed Colin's head and face. Colin was unable to resist as Scotty pulled Colin's head toward his two foot dong and popped his mouth on the rigid, fire-hot head of his demon cock.
Colin instantly began slobbering all over the veiny, leathery tool, and Scotty began laughing. "You fucking faggot! You are so easy! I didn't even need to train you or trick you!"
The only sound that came from Colin was a mumbled groan of ecstasy.
"Still, your pathetic slutty soul needs to be collected for my master, so when I pull my beautiful cock out of your fucking face, you need to repeat the phrase, 'I give my soul to the One who seeks it; I desire a lustful existence.' Do you understand that, shit-for-brains?"
"Mmmmnngggfff!" Colin agreed.
Scotty pulled the boy's head off his pulsating demon stick by his shaggy black hair, and held him a foot off the ground. "Say it, fucker."
Colin, whose eyes had long since been blackened over by a complete dilation of his pupils, looked in Scotty's direction. In a drunken mumble, he uttered, "I give my soul to the One who seeks it; I desire a lustful existence."
Suddenly, Scotty felt filled with fire. He could impale his roommate quickly enough. Still holding onto Colin's tuft of hair, he rammed his unnatural dong forcibly into Colin's mouth. Reaching the back of his throat wasn't enough, so Scotty kept pushing. And Colin kept moaning. Ramming his rod and grinding his hips, Scotty eventually broke through into Colin's brain. Fucking actual brain matter was the juiciest, softest experience Scotty's cock had ever felt. The gentle folds of the cerebral cortex tickled Scotty's cock head, and the spongey meat encased by the skull allowed for a surprisingly powerful and efficient suction. Scotty was quite literally skull fucking Colin, and Colin, now supernaturally brain dead, was only driven by his pulse and a desire for lust. Literally no other thoughts or actions were triggered. A big, dumb grin on his face indicated that Scotty could take as long as he wanted.
"Fuck yeah, dummy! Take my beautiful dong! Oooooohhh fuck yeah, right there!" Scotty was enjoying his friend's gray matter, but he knew he must fulfill his duty to his Lord, Rex. He must complete the ceremony in order to claim Colin's soul for Rex's Church of Lust.
Pulling his engorged demon phallus out of Colin's head, Scotty reached down and grabbed Colin's ankle. Hanging upside down, Colin still had a vacant expression and a dumb grin. Scotty wrapped his oversized hand around Colin's torso, and using his body like a masturbating sleeve, jacked his cock with Colin's body. He began the familiar task of filling Colin's body up, quart by quart, with the demonic seed. Colin's body now no longer needed any other fuel. The demon seed deteriorated all his organs, all his blood, and left nothing but skin, bones, and muscles. His entire existence would be demonic semen. As he filled his roommate up with cum, Scotty began chanting in tongues again. And Colin began furiously jacking his cock. Just as the last quart of cum spilled inside him, he ejaculated what would be the last traces of any humanity he had through his cock as he had a powerful orgasm. One more time, he made his pledge, and with a distinct snapping feeling, his soul was gone.
Colin came to just as Scotty completed his retransformation into something more humanoid. "What the fuck was that?!"
Scotty smiled, "Welcome, brother! You have been recruited for my master's church! You are going to just fuck whenever and whoever you want...for eternity! Our mission is to convert as many men as we can over the next year. Plus, we're still roommates, so we can screw the shit out of each other, like all the time. Now that we're beyond nature, we can do it however the fuck we want!"
Because his brain was mostly obliterated, Colin's response was a dopey grin and a mumbled sound of agreement. The two jumped into their respective beds, and as Colin giddily laughed as he magically changed his dick from creature to creature, Scotty started to wonder how the hell he was going to get Colin through classes with literally nothing but cum in his head. He would have to ask Rex the next morning.
Ben, a second year student, knew he was in deep shit as he entered the dormitory later than he should, and he knew that, as usual, Steve, the night guard, was going to give him trouble. Steve was a nice enough guy, and there was that one time he had let Ben mess with his handcuffs, but when it cam to enforcing the rules, Steve was a hardass.
Regardless, as Ben entered the vestibule, he noticed the guards' desk was empty. No Steve. Not even a sub. More curious than anything else, Ben popped his head around the corner, behind the stairs, to see if Steve was there. That's when he saw it all. Noah, his rugby playing, muff diving, girl impregnating straighter-than-a-ruler roommate sucking Steve's huge black dong. Ben wasn't necessarily gay, but he also wasn't repulsed by the act either - it was more shocking than anything else. He noticed that their eyes had been blackened over and Steve was speaking in some weird language.
Hiding behind a plant, Ben continued to watch, but it was then that something truly horrifying happened. Although it was grotesque and although he was scared, Ben couldn't move his feet. He was transfixed.
Ben watched in horror as Steve transformed. His arms went first - they shrunk and shriveled and regenerated as two squirming, sticky tentacles each. The tentacles had thousands of suckers on them each resulting in a bulbous gooey cock head, and Steve wildly laughed as his big black cock split into three forked tentacles, resulting in a total of six veiny, sticky black fuck sticks.
Noah, unable to think for himself, just stood there, naked. His wide, muscular chest and his defined six pack contracting and convulsing as he breathed coupled with the thick meatiness of his biceps and thighs really struck Ben. Had Ben never noticed before just how ripped his roommate was? Noah continued staring ahead, unflinching as Steve advanced. Greasy tentacles writing, Steve used his new appendages to turn Noah around, and now he was unknowingly directly facing Ben. Ben watched as Steve's arm tentacles caressed Noah's strong shoulders and made their way to his face. Two of the tentacles entered Noah's nostrils, one each, and the two remaining slithered into his mouth. Ben could see the tentacles sliding around inside, just under Noah's skin.
Next, Steve's oversized cock tentacles began wrapping themselves around his beautiful calves and thighs and torso. Noah did nothing but moan in pleasure as one tentacle coiled itself around his cock shaft. Noah did nothing but moan in pleasure as one tentacle diminished in size and entered his urethra, plunging deep inside his cock shaft. And Noah did nothing put moan in pleasure as the remaining four tentacles - the ones with the most girth and slime of them all - sank themselves into his willing asshole.
Steve, all this time, was speaking in Latin, and Noah kept muttering unintelligibly. Ben stood there, unable to move his gaze away from the scene before him: Noah was now lifted off the ground while his nose, mouth, ass, and cock were being invaded by serpentine cock-like tentacles. His face showed little restraint as he was suffocated by the thick, leathery cocks.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound down the hallway. Ben instantly recognized it as the sound of the heavy door to the dormitory closing, and he sprinted towards it, equally trying to distance himself from the scene he just witnessed and trying to see who it was. He was surprised to see his principal standing in the doorway.
"Uh - uh...Principal?" Ben stammered.
With a devilish grin, the tall gentleman before him put his large hand on Ben's shoulder. He looked into Ben's eyes. "Benjamin, you look nervous. Is everything all right? Why are you our of your room so late?"
Ben took a breath. There was absolutely no way he could tell his principal what he had actually seen. "I, uh, I guess I was wrong, but I thought I left my...um..." At this point, Ben's thought trailed off because he noticed the enormous bulge in his principal's suit pants. Never having been caught off guard by dong bulge before, he had no idea how to make up for his sudden lack of vocabulary.
"This big pipe." Ben heard the principal say.
That snapped Ben's attention. "What?!" Ben said, looking back up at Rex, his principal's face.
"This isn't your marijuana paraphernalia, young Ben, is it?" Rex said, knowing the double entendre he made. The way he figured, though, he could either get this young stud to admit he loved cock or that he was breaking school rules, and either way, he'd be able to blackmail him. He had powers of compulsion, but sometimes it was more fun to make the kids squirm.
"Um, no - I, I mean...Well, the thing is...what is that?" Ben lied.
"Too bad, I remember the good old days, when i was a prep school jock. You see, my buddies and I could balance sports, high GPAs, and a little grass here and there. I guess you could say I was hoping to reminisce a little tonight...oh well. Looks like it's back to bed for you, Benjamin."
"Yes, yes, sir!" Ben said.
"Noah will be up in a minute," the principal added with a grin.
Halfway up the stairs, Ben stopped. What had his principal just said? Di he know what was happening? Too overwhelmed with the events of the evening, and figuring some of his experiences may have been influenced by his weed, he sprinted the rest of the way to his room. He didn't even bother checking Noah's bed.
The next morning, Ben flushed the rest of his stash, and went for a five-mile run that he made sure ended in the campus chapel. He entered the building, lit a candle, and knelt in front of the altar. He began praying harder than he'd ever prayed before. As diligently as he tried, he couldn't get the horrifying vision of what he had seen the night guard doing to his roommate, Noah.
After about ten minutes of continuous praying, he sat back on his heels. He felt, although he wasn't part of the terrible acts he witnessed, he still had sinned in some way. And he felt very uncomfortable about his interaction with his principal. Why was he even in the dormitories so late, anyway? What was he alluding to when he talked about getting high, and what did he know about Steve and Noah? Tears began to fall from Ben's eyes. As they splashed on the granite tablets below him, the altar's candles began to glow brightly. Ben felt compelled to stand up. And there was nothing dirty about the way he began to disrobe. As each layer was removed, Ben felt cleaner and cleaner. There he was, nude and cleansed - absolved of all sin - in front of the alter. Suddenly, before him was a column of pure, white light. Almost as though it were automatic, Ben stepped into the light. It was warm and gentle. It felt as though there were a million soft mouths all over him. His arms, legs, and torso were being caressed by the light, and as soon as his dick was hard, the light began to envelop his shaft and pulling back his foreskin, Ben began to receive an ethereal blow job.
Ben stood there, being worked over by the pure light, and he began to hear what sounded like a chorus of deep, warm voices. The voices weren't in the room though, and they weren't being heard through his ears. It seemed as though the voices came from within his body.
"Young Benjamin, you are a Soldier for Light. You have shown powerful resistance and true purity in the face of the purest evil. If you accept our guidance, we will equip you to defeat evil and put a stop to the conversion happening right at your school. Do you accept our charge? Will you allow us to enter your body, strengthen your soul, and guide you to righteous success?"
Benjamin, of sound body and mind, tears streaming down his face, spoke aloud, "Yes! I pledge myself to you; guide me in light and strengthen me with honor."
With that, the light began filling Ben up. It poured into his ears, in through his pupils, up his nostrils and mouth. The light entered his cockhead through his urethra, and it filled up his anus. Although it was deeply pleasurable, and although Ben had an intense orgasm, nothing was painful, and nothing was aggressive. Ben was able to control the light, too. When he wanted a little more firm pressure on his prostate, he did so, and when he wanted the light to grip his cock more tightly, it did. Ben was worked over by the light for almost an hour, and twelve orgasms later, he was emotionally and energetically spent. However, he had yet to ejaculate. He didn't feel unsatisfied, but he did feel decidedly backed up.
Standing in front of the altar, still washed in the light, he thought he may need to make himself cum. He wrapped his hand firmly around the shaft of his cock, and he began to pump. Watching the hood of his foreskin go up and over his head and then fall back provided Ben the familiar hypnotic rhythm he was accustomed to when pleasuring himself. He was beginning to enter his typical meditative state when gooning out. "My fucking dong is so gorgeous," he began to think, "Look at that beautiful penis meet, man. I love my fucking PEEEENIIIIISSSSS! I'm just gonna fucking dong out on my dong; fuck yes!"
Ben wasn't loud, but he was muttering all this to himself while more and more furiously jacking his cock. "Yeeaaahhh, eeeyyaahhh...fucking cock, fucking penis, fucking COOOOCK! Hardass dick, fucking penis, fucking bate that penis, fucking bate that penis. Ohhh Fuuuuck! Big ass cock, my big ass dong, my fucking bator penis," Ben was muttering, and he continued: "Fucking dick, fucking dick, I'm gonna bate this fucking dong, DOOOOOONG DOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG, man. This beautiful dick makes me so fucking horny, man. This meat, this prick, this gorgeous donger. Bate it. Fucking bate this dong; this horny ass dong."
Finally reaching that beautiful point before reaching orgasm, Ben's hips began bucking. He was fucking his stiff rod into his tight grip, and for the thirteenth time that afternoon, he began to shake and feel an intense orgasm.
Out of habit, his hand reached to his flat abdomen to rub the spooge around, and his hand was met with relatively dry skin. He looked down, and couldn't find what should have been a very large load of cum anywhere. "What the - ?"
The voices began again inside him, "Benjamin, you are our soldier, and as every soldier must make sacrifice, you must not spill a drop of your essence until your task is complete.
"What? What do you mean? Why must that be my sacrifice?"
The voices continued, "Young Ben, the act of releasing semen is base and unclean. That is why we washed you in light. You felt the results of a brilliant orgasm, but you must not exchange any semen."
Ben was confused, "Exchange semen? When...how...why would I ever exchange semen?"
"You see, semen is a seed - a seed which carries the Original Sin. Remember how Mary was given the gift of Immaculate Conception? A shaft of Light. From light, we receive more light, but it is with the seed of demons that a Church of sinful Lust is being created. The act of of releasing or taking in any semen could (and most certainly would) result in your conversion into a life of ungodly sin and an existence based solely on lust. We cannot risk losing you - our only soldier as of yet."
"Wait - only soldier? You mean I'm expected to fight this on my own...by myself?"
"No, son, you must find others whom you can help reach the light and fight with you."
"And how am I supposed to do that? Especially without being found out or taken by the evil ones? And, by the way, who are the evil ones?"
"While we washed you in Light, we provided you all you need to know. Your mind needn't be cluttered with questions and answers; we've empowered you with first-hand understandings. When you meet people, you will see their true forms: either demon, light being (as you are), or something in between. You'll recognize the demons with their cloven hooves, horns, or other distinguishing features. The light beings will appear as humans but whispier and brighter - as if being lit up by a powerful source. And lastly, the ones in between will appear as some combination of the two. They are the ones to be very careful of, as they are your most potential trouble. Obviously, light beings won't hurt you, and you can help manifest their powers. And demons won't be able to touch you. The ones in the middle, though, they have one hand in the Devil and one hand in God; swayed a negative way, they can pull you down into depths further than you can ever imagine. If you spill your seed with them, you'll forever be a demon - and a lost cause to us. Do you understand?"
It was difficult to believe, but Ben understood on some level. The beings must have understood because in a great flash, everything became normal again. Collecting his things, he began to allow himself to try to find some sense of normalcy. He decided he'd start with English class...his teacher, Nick, was a nice enough guy, and Ben could forget about all this craziness for at least the next 55 minutes.
As you can see, I am beginning to develop a good versus evil plot, but it's getting tough to keep track of all these characters and their motivation...please consider contacting me at kinkbrother@gmail.com for any questions or comments. Thanks for reading!