The Vessel

[Spermpig]

“Where am I?”

This was the first coherent thought to form in my addled brain.  My head felt three times too large for my body and like it was stuffed with cotton.  I also couldn’t really move my limbs or make my body work at all.  Forming thoughts was like trying to swim through mud.  I was aware that things were not normal, but what had happened remained a mystery.  I was desperately trying to remember what had happened to me, but details were slippery and elusive.

Eventually, with much willpower, I was able to open my eyes.  It seemed to take forever for them to focus and resolve any image of my surroundings.

It was dim, wherever I was.  And the light was red and inconsistent.  Flickering.  Again, with effort, I was able to move my head a little and look around.  The walls were dark and rough and seemed to be made of stone.  I couldn’t see a ceiling above me- only blackness.  I did note that there were chains extending upward at the four corners of by body, and that my wrists and ankles were apparently bound to them, immobilizing me.  I was splayed out spread-eagle like the Vitruvian man, and I was laying on a cold, smooth surface.

Lifting my head was next to impossible, but I managed it just long enough to confirm that I was indeed naked.  My head crashed back down to the hard surface with a conk making me see stars.  I shivered then, partly from the chill and partly from fear

Long moments passed, but gradually I regained more and more of my senses.

Whatever chamber I was entombed in was large- I could tell my the occasional small sounds and how they echoed and bounced around the space, only to be eventually swallowed up by the darkness above.  The light was coming from a small number of torches (torches!) set into the walls.  It was like something out of a medieval fever dream.

When I regained some strength, I tried tugging my arms free- but to no avail.  The thick chains barely moved and only clinked a couple times.  I was now awake enough to start panicking.  Wherever I was, it wasn’t good.  This was a seriously fucked up situation and I was clearly in danger.  My heart started to pound.  I tried to call for help, but my mouth was dry and  my tongue was thick in my mouth.

The adrenaline shot to my system cleared my brain of the remaining fog.  Pieces of the previous night started to assemble like a puzzle in my brain. I had been out celebrating my 18th birthday.  Since all my friends had gone off to college, I was by myself and feeling fairly blue about it.  I remember I went to the local dance club, just so I could be around people.  A handsome, older guy started talking to me… what was his name?  Something unusual.  He saw my underage wristband, and I remember telling him it was my birthday.  He offered to sneak me a birthday shot and I remember declining because I didn’t really drink because it was illegal… but he brought me one anyway.  He brought a shot for himself too, and he coerced me into having it.  “A man only turns 18 once—you need to celebrate!” he had said.

The shot was called… “Devil’s Blood”?  Or something like it.  I think it was fireball and grenadine and who knows what else.  I remember it was sweet, and hot.  He then asked me out on the dancefloor.  I remember thinking that he was really hot, but way too old for me.  But hey.  Nobody else was asking me to dance so why not?  The music pulsed and the lights were hypnotic and I remember feeling my insides getting all warm and gooey.

I vaguely remember him hitting on me, and me demurring because I wasn’t looking for that. I was waiting to find a boyfriend or a girlfriend- I wasn’t sure which yet. I think I told him that I was just looking to be around people and to cut loose a little.

And that’s about all I remember.  Until now.

So here I was- naked on some sort of slab.  In a real life fucking dungeon.  Chained up.  The reality of my situation had taken root— I was probably going to die. My mind started working on next steps, but was coming up empty.  Ice formed in the pit of my stomach and I got really scared.  I’m not ashamed to admit that I pissed myself in that moment.

It was then that I heard it.  Footsteps.  I could hear the uneven cadence and scrape/crunch of several pairs of feet walking slowly out of the shadows.  Above the footsteps was a low hum of male voices.  Musical.  Like a slow chant.

Out of the shadows then emerged 5 men in long, dark robes.  At least I think they were men.  They all had on masks that obscured their faces.  The masks were those of skulls—animalistic in nature.  Four of the masks were jet black.  Glossy.  Horned.   The fifth was gold.

The four in black masks carried what appeared to be small, handheld drums.  The one wearing the gold mask carried an old, leatherbound book the color of oxblood in one hand.  In the other he carried a stilleto.  My heart raced with fear, as my mind jumped to all sorts of terrifying outcomes.

The four took up positions at my feet and hands and when they were in place the humming stopped.  The one in the gold mask walked to the figure at my left hand.  The figure held out his right hand and the stiletto made a quick slash to his thumb.  The figure made a gladiator “thumbs down” gesture and I watched the blood trickle off his hand to the floor.  This ritual was repeated at the other three figures.  Then the fifth stood at my head, out of my view.

I watched in sick fascination as The Four slowly raised some sort of bone-shaped drumstick.  And then as one, they struck their drums.  BOOM.  BOOM.  BOOM.  A slow, steady beat began.  The one in gold at my head started chanting in a language I could not identify.  His words snaked and wove through the beats of the drums.  The Four took up the chant as well.  Slowly the tempo increased and the chanting got louder.

As this was happening, the torchlight seemed to increase with the flames leaping higher of their own accord. This brought the figures into sharp relief.  I could see that the Four were drumming on crude drums with rough skin like parchment, and with what appeared to be actual bones- like the knobby leg bone of an animal.  Or human.

The chant had now crescendoed to a fever pitch and the drummers were beating like my racing heart.  Then suddenly, without warning, everything stopped.  The drummers dropped to their knees as one, and from above my head I heard the One in gold whisper something— guttural and wicked.  Then there was a bright, blinding flash like a camera strobe.  My nose caught the strong smell of sulfur.

When my eyes readjusted, there was a dim red glow in the room- like a photography dark room. I looked over at the torches on the wall, and they flames all appeared to be frozen—low and unwavering in their iron holders.  The Five men in robes were also caught mid-motion.  And the room was eerily quiet—like being in a sound proof recording studio.  It was as if time itself had stopped- except for me.

And the demonic thing now standing in my presence.

I stared, completely unsure of what I was looking at.  At the end of the slab where I lay stood a… thing.  A beast?  Man?  Both?  It had a general human form… but it was different.  Distorted.  Much more Sinister. I could tell it was big.  Like 7 feet tall and broad across the chest and shoulders.  The head was large and bald, and atop were two great, black, curling horns, like those of a ram.  Instead of eyes, there were empty voids- like deepest, darkest space.  The mouth, a lipless slash, crowded with sharp, pointy teeth.  The flesh appeared scalded and shiny—like scarred skin-- tight across the body. Muscles stood out in sinewy relief, as if they were barely covered in flesh.  The arms were muscular and disproportionately long, terminating in hands with too many fingers, each with a talon instead of a nail.  And did I see the hint of dark wings behind?

It appeared to be regarding me, with its unwavering dark gaze, and I was utterly petrified.  My mind wanted to believe that I was drugged.  Hallucinating this terrible image.  But somewhere in the deep recesses of my animal brain, I knew this was real.  Real And beyond my rational beliefs.

“Wh… wh… who…?” I managed to croak out, before the sound died on my lips.

The creature continued to stare at me with those empty voids in its face.  The longer I stared into them, the more I began to see things swimming in their depths.  Terrible things.  I looked away, shivering uncontrollably.

“Who or what I am does not matter, human,” it said in a rusty, scrapey, deep voice.  “They have summoned me, and I have come.  The fools!  Even now, they have no inkling of the true nature of the forces with which they play.  If they did they would have fled from this place in terror.  But no.  To them this was a mere game; they did not truly believe.  I do not brook the follies of man and there will be repercussions.  And yet… they deliver unto me such tasty flesh to defile…”

“P-p-p-please don’t kill me!  Oh God protect me!  Oh Jesus please save me!” I prayed.

The creature laughed then- a sound like glass inside a garbage disposal.  “Those empty words have never held power or sway!  There is no mercy here!  You of virgin flesh are bound to me in this moment outside of time, as I am bound in this earthly space.  But I will grant you this knowledge, human.  Death is not immediately forthcoming.  You have been chosen as the Vessel.”

I struggled mightily against the chains, but to no avail.  I twisted and pulled and screamed, but my binds would not yield.   The creature watched me placidly as I expended my energy.  When the fight finally left me, I sagged back onto the slab.

“A Vessel for what,” I whispered, defeated.

“You have heard of AIDS, yes?” it asked.  I nodded, horrified.

“The first virus was passed to a Vessel through a union much like this.  We needed a fertile male host—one that would pass on his demon seed to many others, eventually casting them all down in sin.  That Vessel performed… admirably.”

“Are you telling me you unleashed HIV on the world and infected millions of men on purpose?” I sobbed.

“Yes.”

“You monster!” I spat.

The creature grinned.  “I believe Incubus would be more accurate, although we do not concern ourselves with human labels.”

“Well, we have pre and post exposure protocols now.  And drugs to combat your virus so humans can live long, productive lives.  So even if you infect me…” I began bravely.

“Hence the need for a new Vessel,” the Incubus interrupted. “The time has come for a new virus.  One that will not be so easily tamed.  One that will again spread through humanity’s sinners.  The Fornicators. The drug users. The adulterers.  Hastening their demise and bringing them more quickly to my Master’s fold.”

“No…” I pleaded.

“Now we begin,” the Incubus stated.  His mouth of teeth opened menacingly, and a long, black tongue snaked out of the orifice.  Longer than my brain could comprehend… 3 feet?  4 feet?  And it undulated and rippled like an earthworm.

I watched as the demon slowly sank down between my legs, and then I felt it.  His tongue was teasing and lapping against my asshole.  It was hot- almost to the point of uncomfortably so, but not quite.

“Ah, it has been too long since I have tasted the sweetness of man,” it said.  And then the tongue started slowly inching its way inside me.  Feeling the heat of it penetrate inside me was intense.

The creature was right about me being a virgin.  I’d never done anything with anyone ever before, as I had grown up in a fairly strict household.  All I had time for was school, swimming, my after-school job, church… and masturbation.  I’d never even kissed a girl… or a boy.  As I thought about this, I had the faint memory of telling the man at the bar that I was “eighteen and never been kissed”.  With that one statement, I’d probably sealed my fate and landed myself as a human sacrifice.

At first I was horrified and frightened and revolted by the invasion into my body.  Even in all my masturbation and self-exploration, I’d never come anywhere near my butthole.  The sensation was completely foreign—but not unwelcome.  The thick, hot tongue continued pulsing and snaking its way inside.  Deeper and deeper.  At the prostate it seemed to pause and explore and… caress making me shiver with nervous adrenaline.  And I found it increasingly difficult not to get aroused.

I felt sick.  I was being violated by this sex demon from what I could only guess was hell (or some hellish plane of existence) and yet here I was, strangely turned on by it. Overwhelmingly so.  I railed against it.  Reprimanding myself with my internal monologue for feeling this way.  Telling myself to resist—that I should be disgusted.  That I was being raped for god’s sake! But the waves of pleasure were too much to ignore.  My dick was soon teenage steel and straining toward the ceiling.  It was almost painful and I couldn’t touch it at all to relieve it.

And still the tongue explored my insides- pushing deeper.  I felt it’s heat as it teased some deep barrier inside me, where I was sure it would stop.  But it tickled and twirled at this place and my breath quickened.  Soon it worked up past it and beyond and the wave of pleasure created made my body start to shake.  I felt my body open and relax as my head lolled to one side.  The creature chuckled at this- that horrible glass grinding sound again.

I don’t know how long that tongue violated my guts as I lost all sense of the flow of time.  Hours?  Days?  Years?  All I know is that I could feel that tongue snaking all the way up into me.  When I would occasionally lift my head, I could see the creature’s head moving subltly between my legs and I could see the tongue move and writhe beneath the taut flesh of my stomach.  It reminded me of that one time I saw a baby move beneath the skin of a pregnant woman and was creeped out.

Slowly the tongue withdrew from me, and I found myself missing the hot presence inside my intestines.  Almost craving to be filled again… and I hated myself for feeling this way.  Then the beast stood up slowly, my eyes tracking his movement.

As he brought himself to his full height, I saw it.  A massive phallus arcing up and away from his body, glossy and deep red.  The wedge-shaped ruddy head reached up to the middle of his chest.  It was definitely not human-proportioned- not even porn proportioned.  I had never seen anything so massive… not even on the horses on our farm.  My eyes got large as the slow realization of what was coming next became apparent.

“No… please!  I can’t.  IT can’t!  It’s not possible.  You said I wouldn’t die, but that will kill me.” I begged him.  But it fell on deaf ears.

“Human males are preferable virgin sacrifices, although harder to find.  They can endure and their anatomy is more… compliant.  Human females, while accommodating in their own way, have limited depth and tend to… rupture… thus rendering them disposable,” it graveled out.

At this point I started crying in earnest.  I could see what was coming and it scared the shit out of me. I had no choice. No control. This wasn’t what I wanted… or was it?  But after the tongue exploration, there was a teeny-tiny part of my brain that was, dare I say, titillated?  And that knowledge scared me even more.

I watched as it gripped its massive prong in one taloned fist, and then pushed it downward to align with my asshole.  I was sobbing and shaking my head, but I knew my situation was hopeless.  I was basically pinned like a butterfly on this stone slab, about to be split in half.  I felt the hot, triangular head pushing insistently against my asshole and I thought there was no way it would be able to enter—not without considerable pain and irreparable damage.  But…

… it was weird.  I could feel it start to slide in.  The heat pulsing off that huge member was intense as it pushed past by sphincter.  But it didn’t hurt for some reason.  I could feel immense pressure, and an uncomfortably full feeling pervading my guts, but no pain.  For some reason, due to some magic or demon novocaine, the entry wasn’t accompanied by the mind-shattering agony I was prepared for.  Rather, it was- dare I say- pleasurable?

It was a similar sensation to the tongue that had come before.  I could feel it inside me.  The heat.  The fullness.  The inexorable penetration.  But where the tongue slithered and snaked around inside, this sensation was just of firm flesh invading my deepest recesses.  Again, I felt the beast appendage impact somewhere deep inside me at meet resistance, and again I figured this was the extent of how far he would be able to go without tearing me internally.  But there was some additional pressure, a slight stab of pain, and then… oh, and then!

Goddamn.  I could feel a slight ‘pop’ and the massive meat had pushed past beyond my barrier and was now invading deeper into me.  Where the tongue had gone.  The waves of pleasure as it continued into me were intense and almost more than I could bear.  my sobs and tears had stopped and I believe I cried out in ecstasy, but I can’t be sure because my mind was blown at this point.

After what felt like an eternity, I felt the creature’s hot groin pressed against my ass, and I knew that he was all the way inside and I had somehow survived.  I don’t know where all that dick went, but every breath was a struggle it felt like it was lodged below my sternum, somewhere up near my heart.  Then, the cock started a slow withdrawal from my body.

Every inch that it retreated left me feeling hollow and empty.  Eventually, the Incubus only had the head remaining inside me.  Then he started to push inside again, only a tiny bit faster.  This process repeated many times- so many that I lost count.  The only thing I was aware of was the core of heat inside my body when he was inside me, and the feeling of fullness and pleasure.  Again, all this was completely happening outside of time itself, so I don’t have any perspective of how long this back and forth went inside my guts.  It felt like years were passing with each thrust.

As the fuck continued, my body eventually completely gave itself over to lust and desire.  I had relaxed to the point where my insides were fully accepting his demon dick.  All thoughts of impropriety had long since fled and I was feeling nothing but dizzying pleasure at being impaled on his massive shaft.  I found that I couldn’t get enough.  I wanted this demon’s dick in me for eternity.  I wanted him to never stop.  I know I was moaning and screaming and making noises of ultimate pleasure every time he bottomed out inside me and I was actively trying to throw myself further into him.

“Yessssssssssss,” the Incubus hissed.  It sounded like nails on a chalkboard.  “Submit unto me! Accept your fate!”

He was staying further inside me now.  Rarely pulling out beyond half before thrusting inside again.  And the thrusts were harder.  His groin bruising my ass.   I found myself staring into the voids that were its eyes as the fucking continued.  It felt like I was falling into a bottomless well of lust and desire, that sensation of falling without hitting bottom.  Mixed with the sensation of his giant cock deliciously rearranging my insides.

As his tempo slowly increased further, his tongue slowly snaked out of his mouth and found it’s way to mine.  I felt the hot, black, roughness enter my mouth and start to push down my throat into my esophagus.  Normally I would have started gagging uncontrollably at this, but again.  As if by demon magic, I was just able to accept his tongue down my throat.  The heat signature slowly crept downward into my belly—and beyond.

I was taking sustaining breaths through my nostrils now, as the demon pounded me furiously while tongue-fucking my throat and stomach. I think his cock and tongue made connection and completed the circuit inside me. My body was vibrating from his double penetration, pleasure beyond all reason and measure crashing into me, through me, over me.  It felt like I had been edged up to the point of an orgasm for a lifetime without release and my body was going crazy with desire.

His tempo was frenzied now, and he was growling.  A horrifying sound that seemed to rend the air.  I could feel the triangular spear shaped tip of his cock start to swell up inside me.  Taking up more and more room within.  It grew to where it felt like it was half the width of my torso, yet my willing body took it.  Craved it.  Needed it.  I could barely breathe as it was affecting my diaphragm and lungs.

The red light in the room had grown steadily with the demon’s passion. It morphed with the fuck, moving into orange, then yellow, then white, then brilliant incandescence.  My eyes closed tight to shield them from the intensity.

“IT IS TIME!” the Incubus bellowed.   “WITH THIS SEED YOU BECOME THE VESSEL!”

And with that, the demon cock erupted inside me.  Scalding hot semen pulsed from that massive head, flooding into me.  It burned with a pleasure-pain that caused my body to buck and shake uncontrollably.  I contorted and writhed with full body orgasms as volumes of poisonous demon seed poured into me, filling me- searing my viscera.  I could feel his molten jism actually rising like gorge in my throat.  The salty, sulfurous, metallic taste making me gag.

It was like I was burning alive from the inside,  but without pain.  It felt like a fever, but a fever of 451°F.  I couldn’t breathe or move and it felt like I might burst apart into flame.  But slowly… ever so slowly… this feeling diminished.  With every throb of my pulse, the heat within grew less and less, like I was ejecting my corona into space like a dying star.  Eventually, I felt like I could breathe again, and I could feel the cool, wetness of the stone under my back.

I slowly opened my eyes.  Smoke hung  thick in the air which again smelled of sulfur. In the haze the Incubus was nowhere to be seen.  I  noticed that I was no longer bound by the chains—they just hung impotently around me.  I pushed myself into a seated position for the first time in what felt like a millennia and swayed a little unsteadily.  I was woozy and felt severely dehydrated and also… different.

Slowly I began to take inventory of my body.  I looked down and noted that I was covered by crusty, black soot from head to toe, like I’d been in a fire.  Also my chest and belly were coated in semen (which I somehow knew was mine) making the soot on my torso streaky and sticky.  The demon had fucked what appeared to be a week’s worth of cum out of me.

Speaking of my body… I found it had changed markedly.  I was more muscular than I had been before.  My shoulders and chest much broader.  My arms bulging.  My legs thick and strong.  I felt longer of limb and that when I stood I would be taller. I was leaner, too, with deep muscular definition.  And lo!  I had chest hair!  I had been a hairless, skinny, twink before— but now?

But without a doubt the biggest change was to my dick.

The flesh now hanging between my legs was certainly NOT what I had before.  Before I was just a guy with an unremarkable cock.  Average.  Nothing that stood out or was noticed in the swim locker room or gym class by any means.  But now?  Flaccid it was hanging to just north of mid thigh.  I could fell the meaty weight of it, and I instinctively knew it would expand to become a real cuntwrecker.

As these changes sank in, I slowly started to realize that I felt different inside as well.  I felt confident… no, cocky.  Strong.  Sure of myself.  Brave.  Sexy. Fearless. And dangerous.

When I looked for the Five men in Robes, I noticed them laying on the floor in disarray at the five points where they had been.  Eventually they stirred faintly and moaned a bit as they came to.  I heard one of them mutter, “Dude, what the fuck just happened?”

When they had revived enough and saw me seated and unshackled, they were visibly shaken.  The one in the gold mask looked at me and said, “Who are you?”

“I was the virgin manchild you brought here as a sacrifice, but no longer.  Now I am the Vessel.  Now I am Gift of Death.”

They all turned and ran.

Just as the Incubus had said, they were fools.  They meddled with dark forces and in turn have released Me unto the world.  The new Vessel.  They would soon come to rue their choices, of that I was sure.  And then eventually to Him.  I would start with the man in the gold mask.  The seducer from the club.  The “high priest” as it were.

I followed them at a leisurely pace, their cries echoing through the rough hewn chamber, leading me on to the exit.  Thoughts of my future formed as I walked.  I could not go home now—the 18 year old that entered this chamber was dead.  As the Vessel, I needed to sow my seed far and wide.  Perhaps I should become a hitchhiker?  A truck driver?  A male prostitute?

“No,” I said with a smile.  “I will become a flight attendant.”

[negchaserlooking]

wow

[plisken]

so grahic a description - I saw and felt it all while reading 😈

[Spermpig]

Wow good or wow bad??

[Marlin]

Wow....the images you depicted are so hot

[onlyraw]

Amazing writing- hopefully the beginning of a great queer gothic novel 

looking forward to the next chapters 

[leatherpunk16]

God.

Damn.

But the ending made me LOL. A flight attendant??? Very out of left field, but definitely sets up how he's going to accomplish his mission. 

All right. Keep up this intensity and we will have a very dark and entertaining adventure. 

[negchaserlooking]

23 hours ago, negchaserlooking said:

wow

Wow good

[cum4cubber]

1 hour ago, leatherpunk16 said:

God.

Damn.

But the ending made me LOL. A flight attendant??? Very out of left field, but definitely sets up how he's going to accomplish his mission. 

All right. Keep up this intensity and we will have a very dark and entertaining adventure. 

Give me French Canadian Patient Zero vibes ;)

[Spermpig]

Thank you!  The whole flight attendant thing was a very intentional nod to the original HIV patient zero.  

[WAGoodTime]

fucking hot!

[poundland]

Very hot - loved it when the incubus came in him. 😈

[PozTalkAuthor]

My guy says this fantasy creature is like me... Tongue-fucking a guy then pounding him and giving him the gift of immortality

[Pozme1981]

Loved it 

[SpectreAgent]

That twist at the end - with such a simple, killer line - was inspired.