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Playthings of the Gods

Chapter 9: The final trial – Surmounted

Marcus wearily approached the godly temple. Without his powers to provision his journey the trek to the hidden rock cleft was arduous. The old man in the white robe greeted him once more, “Welcome back, Master Marcus. It has been a number of months since you were last here. I thought you may have abandoned your journey to godhood."

“No, I just needed a little time to prepare for the enormity of the task before me," Marcus shouldered the pack containing his equipment for the journey and a flask of lubricant. He followed the clocking of the old man's staff on the flagstones to the prepared bed-chamber. Exactly as before the two divine statues ignored his passing.

“A warning, then. If you leave the temple again without completing the final trial you can never return. This is your final opportunity to gain the favour of the divine." Keron ushered the exhausted traveller into his room.

Prior to sojourning to the temple Marcus had spent months practicing with the ever larger canine dildos. Initially, even with the smallest of the toys, he'd found it difficult and shameful to insert something into his anus. Despite prodigious quantities of lubrication the first penetration was painful, burning. Marcus wept – how could any man find pleasure in this! However over time as his technique improved the sensation of the toy slipping into his bowels became tolerable. When the knot on the smallest toy resolutely seemed impossibly large, Marcus inhaled a great draught of the volatile potions. At once his head swam as the room lurched. A weird sensation was pressed against something inside Marcus; the toy's bulge had slipped through his sphincter practically unnoticed. When he experimentally tugged at the base of the toy the press and release against his prostate made Marcus groan in pleasure. He whispered a quiet prayer of thanks to Madame Galore.

After some weeks Marcus could easily slip the knot of the smallest toy past his sphincter. He progressed to the next toy, savouring the stronger pressure against prostate. No longer abashed he could shamelessly masturbate, timing his orgasm to the knot popping free of his insides. The largest of the three toys proved a great challenge. It was more weeks before Marcus could take the giant knot. With the toy braced against the floor and its shaft in his depths he inhaled great lungfuls of the acrid potion. His world swung alarmingly, bells seemed to be chiming in his head, he was close to passing out. But then unbelievably the fist-sized knot of the toy popped through his sphincter and he felt floorboards pressed against his buttocks. The intense sensation of fullness with the delightful pressure against his prostate brought him spontaneously to orgasm. With a groan Marcus' juddered and his cock spurted seed onto the boards.

He could do it. He could take that black demon monster in the temple, claim his reward, and return as a god!

The first trials were now practically common-place for Marcus. He adored having sex with his white goddess, pleasuring her thoroughly. Filling her with his seed was benediction. Even sucking on the cock of the black demon dog was mundane. As its knot throbbed in his fist he wondered how that hot rhythmic pulsing would feel inside him. Those thoughts empowered his arousal as he fucked the saliva-slicked anus of the monster. Perhaps he understood why the monster stood so calmly as another's cock pummelled its arse. He emptied his seed into the dark beast thinking about the sensation of a beast's seed emptying into him.

Even so, on the night before the final trial Marcus was terrified. Taking the soft, pliable toy was one thing. The wild, chaotic, ebony beast was something entirely different. Almost meditatively Marcus toyed with his powers. The ebb and flow of ichor in his veins was familiar and welcome. Summoning and dismissing pieces of furniture and other objects eased his mind, assuaged his fears. Greater powers than this awaited him on the new day. How would godly powers crackling in his blood feel?

He awoke to the tap-tapping of the caretaker's staff on his door. With deliberation Marcus washed and groomed himself. Today he would be a god. He skipped breakfast. Instead he squeezed gobs of the soothing gel from a flask into his hand. Unabashedly he pushed lubricated fingers inside himself, smearing the gel as deeply as possible. He donned the grey robe – some fortification against the trepidation flitting butterflies in his stomach. Walking to down the corridor gave him a peculiar sensation of his lubricated buttocks sliding against each other.

In the main hall the alabaster goddess perched on the left dais, the obsidian demon lurked to the right.

“Today is the fifth and final trial. Succeed here and you will be granted incredible powers. Pleasure a god one last time and you will be as a god yourself." Keron's voice boomed through the chamber, “For your final trial you must bend and allow the black dog to mount you. He will swell and lock himself into you until his natural completion. When he is entirely sated you will earn your ultimate boon, and your powers will become permanent." Keron punctuated his decree with his staff against the flagstones.

The words chilled Marcus, but he nodded solemnly, “I understand and I'm ready for my final trial. May I ask one insignificant concession?" with a gesture Marcus brought a low bench into existence. The seat was padded with filled canvas, “I can better take the weight of the black dog if I can brace against this bench."

The guardian frowned, considering for a moment, “That is acceptable. But you may not use any powers during the trial to ease or enhance your experience. The satisfaction of the god must be achieved naturally," he slammed his staff against the flagstones. The detonation echoed through the hall.

With infinite grace the black Great Dane rose from his throne. Silver highlights played along the ebony fur, flowing over the curved musculature. The creature was terrifyingly gorgeous. The sheen of its black pelt seemed to barely contain the air of malevolence it projected. A blink and Marcus' comfortable robe disappeared leaving him vulnerable to the monster's scrutiny. The man shivered, bending over to brace his knees and arms against the low bench.

The dark beast circled, pausing to sniff curiously at the scented gel around the man's rear. With little more preamble the beast hopped its front paws over the man's back. Marcus grunted at the sudden weight of the beast's chest pressing him down. Braced against the support he remained steadfast and upright. He drew a sharp breath through his teeth when dewclaws raked down his sides and the monster's claws bruised his thighs. He would endure. And when the demon's questing penis touched the surrounds of the man's anus Marcus adjusted his stance to help guide the bone spear toward its target.

One sustained shove sank the hard, flesh-covered bone fully into Marcus. Ample quantities of slippery gel eased the penetration. The diameter of the beast's member was initially even smaller than the shaft of the smallest canine dildo Marcus had trained with. His practiced sphincter relaxed, welcoming the intrusion. Even so Marcus wasn't prepared for the beast suddenly withdraw and pound his hips forward again. Like staccato applause the monster's thighs slapped repeatedly against Marcus' buttocks. With each impact Marcus could feel the low-hung scrotum of the beast slap against his own balls. The elemental force of the creature was like a tempest enveloping the man who strained to maintain his posture, steadied against the bench.

The thrusts became shorter but no less frenetic. Marcus could feel the swollen shaft beginning to stretch his passage and the initial spurts of precursor fluid squirt inside him. Above him the beast panted, drool spattered the back of Marcus' head. The back paws of the beast danced either side of Marcus' bare feet on the tiles. Claws dug hard and urgently into Marcus' thighs as the beast pulled him backward onto its cock, forcing it deeply into Marcus' bowels.

At last the frantic humping slowed and Marcus could feel the beast's knot swelling inside. Suppressing his panic, Marcus shrugged the beast further up his back, taking the growing knot even deeper inside. While the toy had been a soft pressure, the dog's knot grew hard, locking the beast into the man. The sensation was beyond intense. Somewhere deep in his insides Marcus could feel his organs shifting around to accommodate the unimaginable shaft. Insistent pressure throbbed against Marcus' prostate. The intrusion was huge and unyielding. The man whimpered, partly in fear and partly in overstimulation.

Now he could feel the emissions proper of the demon squirting hot fire into his depths. The volume of fluid was extraordinary. It felt as though he were being inflated. But then the liquid shifted, flowing deeper. Marcus could feel the shaft pulse as it released demon seed, then the knot would press against his prostate. He focussed on breathing deeply to suppress his anxiety. Breath in, hold it, breath out. Marcus groaned at the stimulation so intense his own cock started to harden. Breathe in, hold it, groan loudly.

The monster seemed to collapse on top of Marcus, forcing the man to take more of its weight. The beast panted against his ear while drool poured liberally down the side of Marcus' face. It had relaxed its death-grip against his thighs, leaving bruised indents in the man's flesh. It draped over the back of the man with its penis locked into his depths. It was in the throes of orgasm, rhythmically pumping its potent seed into the human.

Marcus lowered his head and groaned. The intense stimulation was more than just physical. Truly, the sensation of the knot throbbing against his prostate and feeling the seed squirting into his bowels was intense. But also Marcus was locked to a beast – a monster was using him for its pleasure, emptying itself into him. Until the animal was complete it would be impossible for Marcus to separate from him. His existence was now defined by being merely a tool for a god's enjoyment.

Clear fluid dribbled from Marcus' hard penis. His body responded to the stimulation of the hot flesh invading him. Gasp in, hold it, groan a shuddering cry. Despite himself, Marcus could feel an orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. Without even touching his penis the internal stimulation brought him to the edge of his own release. His breathing came in shorter gasps until he was panting along with the beast. His cock jumped, twitching and drooling strings of pre-release. Marcus couldn't move – his arms were taking the full weight of the monster and his knees were pressed into the padding of the bench. The beast shuffled its rear paws for a moment. The colossal knot inside Marcus tugged back, pressing even more firmly into his prostate. Marcus was overwhelmed. With a sob that grew into a cry Marcus ejaculated onto the cushions. Untouched, his cock bounced and spurted ropes of white. The orgasm was intense, but seemed muted compared to the sensation of the beast's knot inside him. His spurting release made him clench around the monstrous intrusion, pulling on the shaft. This in turn stimulated the beast to further squirt more fluid into Marcus and pressed the hard knot against Marcus' prostrate. The machine was feeding back on itself; the overstimulated man spurted onto the bench, his clenching muscles made the beast cum harder, the answering throb inside the man stimulated him further. Each sustained the other's orgasm.

At last the human was drained without having touched his penis - his cock began to soften. But a new thrumming began in his midriff. At first it felt like the demon's cock was vibrating, thrumming with power. But the flowing heat spread further throughout the flesh of the man. Marcus groaned again at the electric jolts radiating out from his guts. Ichor of the gods filled him with a tsunami as the beast's seed had flowed earlier. Energies crackled along the human's spine. Every tingle of power arched sexual pleasure into his groin. The sparks rekindled his arousal. Despite having just spent himself, Marcus' cock grew hard again. Combined with the pressure against his prostate the infusion of power brought him to the verge of orgasm again. Involuntarily he clenched around the invading knot. The stimulated beast squirted another long volley of fire into Marcus' bowels.

The man cried out in another orgasm, barely a minute after his first. From somewhere his aching balls produced several more ropes of semen to splatter the cushions. His clenching drew another answering throbbing in his bowels. Somehow this second orgasm was far more intense than the first. Jolts of pleasure like lightning coruscated from his feet to his head. Marcus ground his teeth as his cock juddered and bounced, untouched. With willpower alone he managed to keep his arms locked so he wouldn't collapse beneath the heavy beast.

But the power wouldn't release him. The maelstrom of energies flowing into Marcus seemed more than a frail human could contain. Detonations of sexual bliss fired through the man and for a moment he was lost to the pleasure. Internally and out he felt as though he were being torn apart - body split by the giant beast's knot while his soul was shredded by lightning. Instead of the experience being painful it was overwhelmingly erotic, pleasurable beyond measure. Orgasm was nothing, a mere flit of bliss compared to this conflagration of ecstasy. Marcus gasped and wheezed as his cock wrung every drop of semen from his balls. He juddered and swayed, wracked with sexual release.

For as long as the Great Dane dog was locked inside the man, Marcus orgasmed over and over. For as long as potent seed filled him with ichor, Marcus' cock jumped and squeezed. Waves of bliss seemed interminable. He was one with the beast, becoming a god.

A mild easing of pressure against Marcus' abused prostate heralded the end of the storm. The tempest subsided and began to recede. The dog was sated – his release into the human was completed and his knot had begun to shrink. It took a moment for Marcus to return to his senses, realizing the pleasure was ebbing away. He steadied his sobbing breaths, feeling the easing of pressure in his bowels. It took a moment for the beast to deflate sufficiently to extract its cock. Somehow Marcus felt regret at the monster's withdrawal. Where its cock had been felt empty and hollow, as though he were losing part of himself. Yet even the extraction of its cock was stimulating, making Marcus draw a sudden breath through his nose. The monster black dog slid off to the side of the human, and turned to lick at its almost-deflated knot. With a shrug of its hips the dog's pink shaft vanished into the black protective sheath.

From somewhere far away a voice cut through Marcus' broken mind, “Congratulations! Your god is mightily impressed and profoundly satisfied," the old guardian's voice warbled with joy, “You have surpassed the final trial and been filled with the power of a god! How are you feeling?"

How was he feeling? Fatigued muscles betrayed Marcus as he tried to stand. Dog jizz poured unabated from his gaping butt-hole, over his balls, dripping cold down his legs. His back was agony and his arms shook from the strain of supporting the demon. Scratches from the monster's claws left bleeding welts down his sides and thighs. Congealing drool crusted his neck and side of his face. A dog had mounted him, fucked him, used him to its own satisfaction and then departed.

How was he feeling? With a wish, Marcus' aches were healed. Another thought and a silk shirt and soft leather breeches covered his nakedness. The raiments were inlaid with silver thread and braided with gold. The stained bench vanished with a gesture. Gold rings with improbable gems adorned his fingers. At each miracle bliss detonated in Marcus' groin, like a miniature orgasm, leaving him hard and aroused.

“I feel… I feel like a god!"