Cult Of Baphomet: Buck's Demise
Buck sat at his computer, screen illuminated his face and bare chest. Brown, buzzed, fur made the deep shadows of his body stand out pronounced in the green glow. Fingers busily tapped away as a chat window scrolled past green eyes. A sharp grumble concluded the fury of tapping fingers before the windows closed. The main site's screen showed various thumbnails of different amateur, webcam, models that he scrolled past with haste. The usual, one note trail mix of overweight men and older folks jacking off their cock had grown old to the hyena.
With a click of the mouse he was taken to the advertisement and looking for play page. Greeted with the usual bullshit, of lonely folks that wanted to be someone's slave or the promise of being an obedient, filth loving pig. Buck scrunched his nose at the titles of each ad.
"Yeah, I'll be your perfect little slut so long as you pay my massive amount of debt," he scoffed. "Show me something good for christ's sake."
The sound of a bell chimed in his dark bedroom and startled the jock. Head turned as he looked into the darkness and caused a crusted jock to pull at his fur. But he paid it no mind as he searched for unfamiliar shadows. Arm reached up to tug on the pull cord of a ceiling fan but the bulbs had since long burned out. He grumbled to himself and continued to look on until he was satisfied that nothing was there. Head turned back to the screen and continued his trudge through the slush.
But all was not well as in the corner shadows stood Azrael, body shrouded in darkness. His body was encased in black, shiny, latex, a pair of purple stripes rolled over the side of his body. A gas mask with a short snout hugged his face, strapped with silver, riveted, ribbons of leather. Not as muscled as Buck, the spectre began to walk toward the open door and into the shadows of the hall. But the sudden lack of his presence did not go unnoticed as Buck turned his head around again in search of movement. But when his eyes found nothing he turned his attention back to a new ad.
"Hmm, looks promising," he said to himself and groped his pants. "A free show of a couple fucking, how can I resist?"
He clicked on the link to the private room where the stream was hosted and found himself alone for the moment. He enlarged the feed and was greeted with a video of a poker table and two fantastic males who sat opposite of each other. One a doberman, the other a lion, both twink in build. Black ropes decorated their fur in diamond patterns and intricate knots, bound to their respective chairs. Black fabric was wrapped over their eyes and tied behind the back, it was pulled tight and sunk into their skull. Both of their shafts throbbed between their legs wired up to a gray box. Both of their moans could be heard as electricity tickled sensitive nerves in waves and milked pre into their respective puddles.
Nearly immediately Buck opened the front of his jeans and leaned back in his leather chair. Crusty jock displayed he peeled the fabric off of his swelling dick above where his sack should be. Instead there was nothing but a sloppily, stitched, patch of flesh; testicles and sack freshly gone. Fingers thumbed over the crusty stitches and felt a twinge of regret that he had satisfactorily stifled over the last few hours. He was glad that his cock still rose to the occasion from the sights and strokes.
"Oh, looks like we have a viewer," a raspy voice said to the two males. "He's lucky, I never mentioned that this would be a threeway in the ad," the voice said with a cackle characteristic to a spotted hyena.
Buck leaned forward and began to type. When he hit enter he leaned back and continued to stroke himself, pink, tinged, pre trickled from the brown, spade shaped, tip.
"Oh no this is live and free, don't have to worry about that Mister_Maso," the hyena said and strolled into the camera's frame.
Buck was correct as the tan and spotted body strolled into the frame with a confident strut. Naked, the unknown male's uncut shaft hung semi-firm and swung against his meaty legs. The hyena leaned forward and fiddled with knobs on the box which caused the two to squirm and moan. Buck could see in the amber light that illuminated the trio a glint of silver at the lion and doberman's lips. Drool coated their chin and fur, perhaps they have been tormented for a long while. Buck watched as the naked man stepped up behind the doberman and placed his cock on the long, black, snout. Pointed ears perked when the heavy, hot, meat landed there and was quickly met with a tongue. The sounds of soft licks and wet smacks quickly filled the room as the doberman eagerly worshipped the presented shaft. The hyena grabbed the doberman's skull and began to push his spear between soft lips.
Buck whurfed and began to stroke himself enjoying the show as the hyena on screen began to face fuck the squirming dog. His own wet slaps began to echo in the cluttered room, filthy shaft smeared in pre laced with remnants of blood. He felt a sharp pain shoot up his spine as his ball muscles attempted to pull up testicles that were no longer there. It only made a thick blob of pre to glob out and over his working digits. The hyena moved to the lion and began to give the feline a taste of himself. The pussycat seemed more eager than the doberman based of the wetter slurps and moans.
"Alright you two, I bet you want to feel each other now hmm," the hyena said again with a cough. "Let's see, why don't you decide," the hyena said to the camera. Buck leaned forward and quickly typed on the keyboard, "ahh seems you're the favorite today dobbie, you get to have your cock buried deep in a lion tonight."
Buck grinned as the hyena turned off the power box and began to remove the gear from both of them. He also moved to untie the lion and revealed that his hands were bound separate to what kept him seated.
"But let's make this more interesting shall we?"
Buck's round ears perked lightly as he watched the hyena grab a pair of gas masks. He slipped one onto the lion and the other onto the doberman. Both males whined loudly once the straps were secured. The table flipped off screen and clattered on the floor from the hyena's sudden outburst.
"Quiet, you knew what you were getting into," the hyena barked.
The two males quieted themselves even as he began to lead the lion toward the seated doberman. Table removed, it allowed an easier path to the other man whose legs landed on either side of the doberman's own. The long, thick, feline tail swayed and flicked before the hyena kicked at the back of the lion's knees. Both grunted as the lion's weight fell, legs successfully dead weighted.
"Now stay there gentleman," he said.
Buck's feed split into two views, one camera watched overall while another was aimed directly between the doberman's legs. The thick, knotted, red-rocket pulsed against tawny ass cheeks and painted the fur with silver streaks. Buck's hands stroked faster when the hyena returned to the two males and guided the lion up. His other hand led the tapered, canine, spear, to the pink hole before it swiftly vanished into the lion's toned body. Muffled screams and moans came from the speakers as the lion settled out.
"Mmm bet you loved that didn't you?" Buck wasn't sure who the hyena was talking to. "Almost done and then we can both enjoy the show to come."
Buck looked at the wide shot, two gas masked faces looked at each other. The mirrored glass lenses made the face expressionless despite the moans and whimpers that came from them. The hyena unfurled a hose and attached one end to the lion's mask and then the other to the dobermans.
"Let's see, who sprays their seed first hmm," the hyena leaned forward and said into the lion's ear, "ride boy."
Buck was taken aback by the sight, not in disgust, but in intrigue. He was familiar with the setup, to share breath, but never had the opportunity to look at others doing it. The hyena stepped out of view of the camera and allowed the two bodies to moan and enjoy. The lion began to raise his ass and slide down the dog's length, ass muscles hugged tight. Their moans were barely audible as each of their chests puffed sporadically. Buck could see each throb of the dog's cock as the lion milked him. In the other shot he could see the lion's cock as it bounced between chests.
Their grunts grew louder, the doberman whimpered as he squirmed in his seat. His chest puffed out quicker and quicker. Buck could see the dog struggle to hold his breath as the stale air shared became depleted quickly. The two men both began to thrash erratically but continued to carry out their task for the camera. A sharp flex and bow came from the doberman, body strained against the rope and chair. White seed trickled out and around the flexing cock as the lion continued to ride through the dog's orgasm. But what Buck didn't expect was the hyena never returned to the doberman's side when his body relaxed in the chair.
The lion continued to ride even as the dog's body twitched and flexed in an unconscious state. Soon the lion's body slammed down hard on the doberman's lap and slumped forward. His chest continued to breath hard, fighting, it inflated his partner's chest. His cock throbbed as well before it began to unload pearly seed across black and tan chest. A yellow trickle rolled from his ass as the doberman's body released and expired. The lion's body seemed to fare better still breathing even after his orgasm ended.
Buck was in shock, desk painted in milky ejaculate that streaked the ebony wood. His chest heaved as he continued to stare at the screen. The lion finally succumbed and used his own piss to wash his cum from their chest.
"Did, I just witness a murder," he said to himself.
"You did," the hyena's voice came from the speaker.
"Wha, what? Did you hear what I said," Buck said.
Eyes wide he began to look to see if his microphone was on, "no it isn't a microphone. I'm here, with them, downstairs. Why don't you come down to see this in person?"
"You're lying," Buck said and reached for his cellphone.
As soon as his hand touched the device it felt scorching hot and the battery was drained.
"Doubt? Can't you hear this," the hyena asked before he stepped into the frame again.
Buck watched as the hyena moved to the two corpses and pushed them over. A loud thud resounded from both the speakers as well as downstairs.
"This is a prank, there is no one down there. I locked the doors! Why didn't I hear the table?"
"Perhaps you were too busy jacking that cock of yours, enjoying not having testicles Buck," the hyena said.
Buck's pulse increased and drummed in his ear in fear. Head turned to look at the darkened doorway. A subtle amber glow of light came from the hall that wasn't there before.
"I dare you come down here, confront me, I dare you," the hyena continued to chant as Buck slowly stood and slipped his jeans on.
Cautiously he began to walk toward the hall and peaked around the corner. Nothing was there but the warm, white, light at the base of the stairs. He began to walk down the long hall as his computer screen began to melt. The LCD cracked and the screen went black yet the hyena's taunt continued to come through the speakers. Distorted, they too began to melt before the electronics burst into flames that slowly began to spread in the room. The carpet felt slick as Buck began to walk toward the stairs, shelves, books, pictures, all began to distort as if they were ice cream on a hot, summer's day. His hand brushed past the bathroom entry and the lights began to flicker within it.
Buck peered into the bathroom fearful and confused about what was going on. The tiled floor, eggshell walls, and towels were splattered in blood. A shadowy figure was laid on the ground, a pool of blood that poured from its neck. Stomach churned as steely nerves broke, the hyena vomiting onto the liquified carpet.
"What the fuck is going on," Buck said before he began to continue his walk.
The sounds of water as it flowed over the stair steps grew louder as a waterfall formed. He reached the top of the stairs and looked down at the rushing water at his feet. The clear liquid showed wisps of crimson that began to tint the water fully. He looked behind him and was greeted with the sight of a river. Fire licked at both his room and the bathroom now and made the bloody water flicker. The figure he had seen in the bathroom slid out and bobbed in the current and began to float toward him. Eyes widened further and he took a blind step back.
"Jesus christ," he yelled.
His ankle twisted as he lost his footing on the edge of the landing. Claws cracked against the wooden floor before he fell and tumbled down. The ceiling came and went before a hard crack against the back of his skull plunged the world into darkness again. When his eyes opened the water was gone and his fur dry. Groggily, he stood and used a side table to help him to his feet. The lights were on and allowed him to scan the combined living and dining room and to his relief found nothing out of the ordinary. Furniture, pictures, decor were still in their proper space with a sigh he walked to the kitchen.
"Man, that was awful. I should lay off the booze," he said to himself.
But it was an ironic joke as he opened the fridge and grabbed a can of beer. The hyena quickly brought the can to his mouth and began to chug the entire can. He reached for another before the door closed. Tail flicked over his jeans as he crossed the kitchen and chucked the empty can into the trash can. With a sigh he began to walk toward the open entryway and into the dining room. He began to ascend the stairs back to his room but paused as he heard the small chime of a bell behind him.
"Glad you made it," Azrael said.
Buck turned on his heels and pressed himself back against the wall, the living room no longer how he left it. The furniture was gone and instead a single, standing, lamp remained illuminated at the center of the room. The doberman and lion was still laid out on the ground but the other hyena now wore skin tight latex. Buck's eyes flicked toward the front door and back toward Azrael. In an instant he flung himself from the stairs over the landing and to the door. Hands fiddled with the locks as whimpers of fear rolled from his body. The metal locks clanked and the door's seal relaxed and opened with a twist of a knob.
"Christ, christ," Buck repeated as he flew himself out the door.
The concrete stoop was cold beneath his feet, the door slammed behind him. Chest heaved as he caught his breath in the night. But the sense of safety gradually faded as his eyes adjusted to the dark and revealed an unfamiliar environment. The sound of hooves echoed off the cavernous walls, each step drew closer and louder. Flames ignited in large oil basins and illuminated the stone walls and highlighted the winged figure. Bat like wings extended from a torso of a human, goat legs attached to the smooth torso and crowned with the head of a goat. The striking figure continued to stroll closer, face concealed in the waves of orange flame.
"Don't, don't come closer," Buck said frightened.
A warm trickle began to run down his leg as he pressed tighter to the door. His piss soaked the cotton denim and darkened the fabric in fear. The figure huffed as he heard the voice and seemed to listen to the cries. He felt the wind of the wings as the baphomet turned back and began to walk into the darkness. Buck hyper ventilated and yowled when two sets of strong arms gripped his own tight. Their grip was not mortal as they latched themselves onto him and pinned him tight where he stood against the door. His head flicked to his right and was met with the glazed, milky, eyes of the doberman and the lion. Azrael stepped out in front of the soiled hyena and draped a noose around his neck. The short rope's end went rigid as an invisible force tugged at it and tightened the knot around Buck's neck. His body didn't move but the noose cut his yells of fear as the rope was able to crush his airway.
"Why did you run? Did you fear death after all," Azrael said. As he spoke he began to disrobe Buck's jeans. Hand palmed the sheath working the soft flesh hidden within. "Come on Buck, you know this is what you've always wanted."
Buck's jaw was closed tight as the thick rope pressed against his jaw bone. Nostrils flared and failed to take in breath and a light headed feeling began to seep into his head. Stars ignited in front of his vision and remained even as the pressure on his neck relaxed. He gasped and felt the blood rush into his skull in loud pounds. Coughs and sputters echoed on the stone surface, voice hoarse and unable to articulate a recognizable word. Azrael lips curled in a lopsided grin before the rope pulled tight again.
Silence came from the choking hyena as Azrael continued to tease the last bit of male anatomy he had. His fingers dipped down and began to fondle the stitches that decorated Buck's crotch. He massaged it firmly as the thread began to dissolve and flesh healed itself. Soon the hyena was only left with a scar. It was then he noticed that Buck's cock had begun to peek from his sheath. When he looked up, Buck's eyes were opened but he could tell the hyena had lost consciousness.
Azrael grumbled, "I just started having my fun. You have some hard work in front of you Buck."
The rope went slack again and the two holding his body caught the weight of the unconscious form. They began to walk him off the concrete stoop and away from the free standing, white, front door. More flames illuminated and revealed the domed, temple, ceilings. The goat's head was an inlaid mosaic and peered down at the group of people as they dragged Buck toward a central altar. From the central horn of the baphomet's head was an oculus that streamed moon light onto the alter. The thin dusting of smoke helped illuminate the normally dim rays of the night. The doberman and lion growled at each other, cocks firm and leaking an obscene amount of precum.
They worked together while Azrael stood at a distance. Crotches ground against brown, spotted, fur and left behind trails of their dried piss, seed, and cum. Hands busily tied whips around Buck's wrists, body positioned leaned over the polished, marble, altar. More ropes were added, expertly tied by the two minions, until Buck's entire body was bound and displayed intricate patterns. Tail lifted and held high by bondage and allowed Azrael access to his prize.
"That'll do you two, why don't you go and have some fun," Azrael said as he began to approach Buck's body.
A rubber, gloved, hand stroked his slick cock and poised it for Buck's tight donut. With little remorse he slipped himself into the heated passage and slammed his hips forward. Balls tapped at the smooth crotch feeling the body squeeze and attempt to push him out. Warm, slick, fluids pumped into the unconscious form as Azrael waited for the hyena to wake. The lion and doberman's barks, growls, bodies slapping ground and each other all echoed throughout the temple.
Azrael gasped when warm hands wrapped themselves around his torso. The stone like surface of Resar's hands stroked over the rubber surface that clung to Azrael's body. One of the baphomet's hands moved behind his back, fingers gripped a zipper hidden beneath his short tail.
"You honor me too much," Azrael said and gasped.
"You've done very well and deserve a reward," Resar's voice was deep and rich. Even the rumble from his chest rolled through both bodies. "The great other is pleased as well, my father knows you'll bring us back into the world faster than any other," he finished and pressed his great, thick, uncut length at Azrael's willing bud.
The length easily pressed in and caused Azrael's back to arch, "yes, yes I will gather enough to keep us there one hundred times over."
"I believe that," Resar said and began to slowly thrust into the hyena.
Azrael fell over Buck's back pushing back into the goat legs as they worked his spire into his body. The warmth that his lord's pre brought him rolled through his body and began to spread up his spine. All the pleasure, the power, he felt it being given to him through the baphomet. Just the simple bite at the back of his neck felt euphoric, humid breaths were orgasmic all of his dedication existed for this moment.
"I have something for you," Resar said.
"A, a gift for me--" Azrael hissed as Resar's hand gripped the back of his head tight.
He felt a sudden charge slam through his body, shaft involuntarily spilling a load of corrupted seed into Buck's body. The magic laced cum began to work through Buck's body easing him into consciousness. Azrael could feel a warmth spread over his head and cover his ears, black latex covering his fur. The back of his head was coated in the shiny sludge and began to merge with his suit. Azrael felt his snout grow heavier as the undulating mass covered his nostrils and maw, the lack of breath inducing a shutter in his body. A form pushed past his black, lips and grew further into his maw. Formless, it began to shape itself into a thick, meaty, cock that began to spew warm, thick, pre down his throat. It sealed his mouth and as he attempted to take a deep breath through his nose, he was unable to. It excited him further as his hips began to slam into the muling hyena his shaft was sheathed in. Wet schlicks and dribbles were added to the sounds of the temple. His cum pooled on the floor as it leaked from Buck's body.
When his face was finally coated and sealed, the mass of latex began to sculpt itself into the shape of a goat. Eyes sleek and long, glossed over into mirrored lenses and allowed Azrael sight once more. He growled in breathless agony, tongue sucking on the cock in his maw. Hands shot forward and gripped Buck's back as he drove himself harder and harder into the other male. Ass fucked itself back between goat legs digging Resar's cock deeper into his body.
"Ugh, stop, please," Buck pleaded as the burning pain of being fucked rough latched into his brain.
"Stop, he'll do nothing of the sort," Resar said with an undertone chuckle. "You are going to be his right hand, it is quite the honor."
"What, what do you mean," Buck said between gritted teeth.
"I mean exactly what I said, you're going to assist Lord Azrael in his mission of peace. When alive, you were fragile, in pain, longing for something more. We can cure it all," the baphomet continued to explain. "As soon as you held the knife to your throat your soul was ours, a great choice too, one that will finally give you worth."
Buck's ears folded back on his head as the hyena's cock grew thicker and began to batter his prostate. It didn't make sense to him but the corrupted seed began to ease his mind and obey. His soul submitted to the ordeal and with it came great pleasure that rocketed toward his cock. Azrael's hips slammed home again and began to pump even more of the seed into Buck. Each pulse, pushed further into Buck's body, each warming wave threw his body into lust.
Azrael's nostrils flared again and broke the latex seal that covered his nose holes. Fresh air flowed into his lungs as he recovered from his orgasm. Slumped over Buck's form Resar brought his hands to Azrael's hips.
"You are now part of the Cult of Baphomet," Resar grunted and shoved himself forward, "stifled and outsmarted we'll rise against Christ."
Azrael's breaths rolled over Buck's neck as the hyena pulled at his suit and peeled a thick, strip of latex. He held it between his hands and before he slung it across Buck's face. It stretched and pulled tight, forming around the hyena's stout snout. He gasped against the shiny latex and succeeded in only emptying his lungs. The latex flexed and pulled into his maw as he desperately attempted to take in another breath, but was not rewarded with any. But as the driving hips of baphomet rocked their bodies, he didn't care. The grip of asphyxia quick to extend its hands. Azrael's body was filled with joy and cum as his Lord emptied his massive balls into him. The warmth and magic spilled into them both, their seed erupting and painting the room in sexually charged energy. Buck collapsed in Azrael's hands once more and the hyena decided to let him enjoy the taste of death again. Hands held tight as he felt the uncut spire flexing and filling his belly. The cock in his maw emptied a thick load as well, tummy lightly stretched against the latex suit.
"It is done," Resar said without a hint of exhaustion, "500 more to go."
Resar stroked Azrael's back before his hooves brought his body back. Cock slipped out and a waterfall of his seed came with it. But the goat man paid it no mind as he walked away from the alter. The two minions were finished as well, the lion's body over the doberman. Black fur striped with cum, ass filled with lion seed. The doberman's snout was open and motionless from the firm throttling the bigger male gave him.
"Tsk," Resar half chuckled, "look at you now Richard, broken but enlightened of the pleasures of death."
Resar's leg lifted and kicked the lion onto his back. Hoof landed on the base of Richard's neck and began to be crushed under Resar's weight. Richard's body twitched and arched beneath the weight that grew larger. Wet harchs and gags sputtered from his open maw, foam formed with the tightness of his throat. Yet the lion's body convulsed as the pressure increase, cock twitching as the pressure began to bend vertebrate. The sounds of his gargles grew louder and louder as the first snap of bone gave way. Arms went limp but his hips kept thrusting as seed painted his body again. More cracks came like dominos in a line as the baphomet casually walked over the lion's body.
Neck broken the baphomet continued to walk away from the twitching lion, "I can't wait to see Christ squirm beneath my feet," he thought, "soon."