Here's a fantasy I've thought about so many times. Thought I'd finally write it out for other pigs to enjoy! Involves raunch, religion, demons, shit, esoteric magic, etc.
If you like this, feel free to email me at ripeworkingman@protonmail.com - I love hearing what y'all think.
Sam tried to open his eyes, but everything was black. Fuck, what happened? He felt like he had the worst hangover of his life. He tried to remember.
Wait, what's that smell? It was pungent, rotten, fucking gross. It smelled like... like shit. Like death. Like your worst nightmare. Like your deepest fear. Or was it desire? The line between the two feels thin here.
Sam tried to open his eyes again, and this time, he could see a little. It was just a dark red blur. Then black again. He assessed his surroundings. Wherever he was, it was roasting, like the hottest beach on the hottest summer day. It was hotter than Hell down here!
Oh shit. Yep, that's it. He remembered. He was in the men's room, that angry looking guy wanted his cock sucked, he tried to tongue his ass, then the guy got pissed and left, then he got up, then he slipped and fell and hit his head on the toilet, then... This. He was dead. And this was Hell. Guess his dad was right saying he'd end up here if he didn't change his ways. Maybe he should have listened.
"Get up, pig!" a voice boomed.
Sam felt a sharp kick in his stomach. Ow! He could tell he was completely naked.
"I said, get UP!"
This time, a hand wrenched him to his feet. All of a sudden, he could see fine. Well, what he saw wasn't fine, but his eyesight worked again. This was Hell alright - about how you'd imagine it. Fire and brimstone, dark ominous mountains, black iron fences, barbed wire, huge red muscular demons punishing unrighteous souls.
"So you're the stupid toilet faggot that hit his head on the seat, huh?" the voice boomed again, mockingly. Sam could now see he was being barked at by a particularly rough looking devil. He was huge, like maybe 11 feet tall, and built like a god. Maybe god wasn't the right word, but this guy had the most sculpted musculature Sam had ever seen. Huge chiseled pecs, defined abs, thighs like tree trunks. The demon's skin was scarlet red, and he was hairy. Hairier than Sam ever imagined a demon being. He had sadistic eyes, twisted horns, and a pointed black beard. He was grinning wide with wicked malicious pleasure.
He'd asked Sam a question, but Sam was too in awe to really notice. He was staring at this sexy demon's big package, bulging under a stained white cloth wrapped to almost look like tighty whities. Hey, if this was Hell, maybe it wasn't so bad!
The demon smacked Sam in the side of the head with such force that he fell to the ground and rolled a few times.
"Listen when I speak, scum! I am Belphegor the Disputer, Lord of the Opening, Prince of Hell! I have been worshipped from Shittim to Paris! I am known by all for I am the Split, the Crevice, the fucking Ass Crack! Every shit ever taken is an offering to me, thrown from the asshole of every man into the asshole of every home, the toilet, that infernal sewer tunnel that leads to my Kingdom. And you, fag -- you've prayed to me so many times, yet you don't even know my name."
"I don't know what you mean, Sir Prince Belphegor, Lord of... uh... the Ass Crack?" Sam responded, maybe a little too flippantly for being a puny dead human in the unholy presence of a horridly beautiful, monstrous demon Prince of Hell. He expected another smack or kick, but Belphegor only smiled thinly. The red giant chuckled as he turned around and faced his ass toward Sam.
What an ass. The demon's butt was huge, two beefy globes for butt cheeks, wrapped lovingly by the white cloth. Belphegor's underwear was wedged up in his crack. As Sam lay helplessly on the ground, Belphegor slowly squatted over his face. As his ass spread, Sam could see filthy skid marks staining the cloth. The stench was overwhelming, and intoxicating. Sam could feel an almost mystical heat emanating from the demon's pungent trench. As if possessed by a hypnotic force, Sam willingly brought his face into the rotten furrow between Belphegor's chthonian mounds. Right as he began to breathe deeply into his nose, the Demon Prince began to fart. His gas passed slowly into Sam's nostrils, spewing from Belphegor's butthole with a putrid hiss that developed into a trumpeting blast.
As he inhaled Belphegor's vile wind, Sam began to see visions. Every dump he'd ever taken flashed before his eyes with vivid sensory detail. The sight, the smell, the feeling, he was reliving every moment more intensely than when it actually happened. Then, he saw every terrible act of worship he had unwittingly offered to Belphegor. He subtly sniffed his best friend's fart in his parent's living room. He licked his jock bully's ass after the football game. He sniffed countless wads of toilet paper after wiping. He tasted some too...
Sam watched as his experiences became more depraved. This was his life. He really did these things. He sucked a man's cock after it pulled out of his ass. He sucked a man's cock after it pulled out of another man's ass. He begged a hookup to fart in his mouth. He licked the underside of a public toilet seat. He gave sloppy head to a man taking a shit, then cleaned his ass with his tongue. It all culminated with him touching the tip of his tongue to the raunchy butthole of an angry looking guy in the men's room, then... he was back face to face with Belphegor's stained underwear.
Sam was in awe. He gazed into Belphegor's butt with the new eyes of a zealot. Now, he understood. This was his God. This was his Devil. He degraded himself in worship of Belphegor, Lord of the Opening, the Unholy Hole. And he would continue to worship...
Belphegor backed his beautiful ass into Sam's face. Sam snapped out of his state of wonder and into a state of berserk ecstasy. He huffed the intense scent of his master's dirty crack, rubbing his face into the stink, moaning and flailing. Every man's ass was made in this image of this one. The most erotically delicious butts he'd ever experienced were crude reproductions of Belphegor's back door.
"Now you remember," uttered Belphegor. He turned to face Sam, whose mouth was open and drooling. "Welcome to Hell."
The Prince of Hell snapped his fingers and his throne appeared - a black porcelain toilet with elaborate golden etchings of symbols, sigils, and seals. Before he could tell what was happening, Sam found himself standing inside the black toilet bowl, staring up at Belphegor as he stripped off his cloth underwear and began to sit.
His bright red ass was mostly smooth on the cheeks, tapering to a wild forest of matted fur covering his crack. As he sat, Sam saw his bare butthole, surrounded by filthy hair, pucker and squeeze, then loosen and bulge. Belphegor was teasing him.
Belphegor began to laugh a booming, low, heaving guffaw, and Sam watched helpless as his hole began to open. Sam's entire body was sprayed, face first, with wet farts from a massive ass. Then Belphegor's huge dump began to crown. A solid brown mass descended into the bowl. Sam stepped back, but he could still smell shit. Nothing but shit. The inescapable aroma was rich and ripe, and penetrated every pore in Sam's body. He huffed the fumes like poppers and felt his blood rush. This wasn't just shit, it was Shit - the ideal form of the wretched, divine substance, imbued with the mythical essence of excrement. Sam thought of Earth's bounty of food, of the alchemy of digestion, of shit's return to Earth.
The solid turd turned to thick mud, exploding all over the bowl with a loud blast and coating Sam's face and naked body. He licked his lips. Belphegor's shit tasted like the bitterest dark chocolate, intensely nutty, black coffee and pungent cheese. At that moment, Belphegor snapped again.
Sam was on his hands and knees, still naked, and somehow completely clean, like he'd just gotten power-washed.
"Wipe me, pig! Worship my hole!" Belphegor demanded, but he smiled. Sam felt like he was enjoying this and knew a fag like him would enjoy it too. Belphegor laid on his stomach on a picnic blanket and sprawled his legs out wide, exposing his ample ass. Sam might be newly clean, but Belphegor's ass was filthy. There wasn't any toilet paper, but Sam didn't expect any. He knew what Belphegor meant. The demon chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows, opened a wicker picnic basket and started removing a variety of delicacies.
Belphegor started on a pulled pork sandwich with sauerkraut as Sam inched his face towards the 11 foot demon's shitty trench. He took a deep whiff, enjoying a less pronounced version of the scent that overpowered him minutes before. He could smell more ass musk, the sweaty, earthy aroma a man's ass gets when he lets his sweat set in for a few days.
"I didn't say sniff it - lick my dirty butt clean!"
Sam began to lick lightly at the edges of Belphegor's crack. He had no choice but to swallow the residue of the demon's dump and keep licking. He was cleaning the dingleberries and shit smears from Belphegor's thick fur. He licked his taint, and the top of his ass where his back turned into buttocks. Then he started in on his dirty hole.
At this point, Belphegor was eating Massaman curry, refried beans, and hard boiled eggs. An odd combination, but demons have tastes from all over the world, Sam guessed. As he flicked his tongue on Belphegor's raunchy bulging hole, the demon prince sighed deeply and let loose an enormous bassy fart. All the different foods were giving his gas a richly varied scent, different than what Sam had smelled before. Belphegor was now sipping on chai tea with steamed whole milk.
"How's it taste back there?" he said, cracking up at the predicament he put his worshipper in.
"It tastes fucking foul, my rank Lord," Sam responded.
Belphegor took a bite of chili loaded with sour cream and cheddar cheese, and he farted again in Sam's face. The revolting sound and smell reverberated through his mouth and face. Sam had never debased himself like this before. He would think about disgusting things, jerk off to the vulgar erotic power of man filth, and sometimes do nasty shit with dirty men, but never on this level. He had been literally shit on. Now he was cleaning this demon's huge, dirty ass as he ripped loud, smelly, rumbly farts right into his face. It was so hot, but there was only so much he could take. Luckily, he was almost done cleaning Belphegor's impure shithole.
"Looks like you're about done there, Sam," Belphegor said.
"Thank you, Belphegor. That was most disgusting, perverted experience of my life - uh, afterlife."
Belphegor laughed again.
"Oh, you're just getting started. You're here for eternity. And the filth never ends in Hell! I just ate a full meal, and I need to take another dump. And I'm gonna need a puny pervert like you to clean my rotten ass, again and again and again!"
Belphegor snapped his fingers and sat on his throne. Sam stared up from the toilet bowl in horror. Welcome to Hell!