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Playthings of the Gods

Chapter 7: Fifth Trial – Consummation

Marcus practically bolted down the corridor toward the hall as the first glimmer of dawn illuminated the temple. He didn’t bother donning a robe – he was certain some sexual fete would be required. And he was certain it would involve the alabaster goddess seated regally on the left dais. His cock bobbed, pointing at the object of his desire. Marcus grinned toward her, unconsciously licking his lips in anticipation of her taste.

A loud crack of the guardian’s wooden staff shocked Marcus from his reverie. “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.”

Marcus was giddy with anticipation. He winked toward the impassive white god. A dribble of clear fluid dripped from his throbbing penis. Oh yes, he was going to pleasure his goddess in every way he was capable of. And perhaps when he had also earned his godhood he would learn her name, and worship her body as an equal. A bright future played out in his mind where he took on the visage of a white bull, pounding into the soft flesh of his goddess, filling her countless times with his spawn.

“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.

Marcus balked. As though ice sprang into his abdomen, he drew back in shock. Surely he’d mis-heard? “Wait, what? I thought today I would be with the white dog!” Marcus recalled with dawning horror the magnitude of the black demon’s appendage. Its cock had been as thick as his wrist. The bulbous swelling was larger than his fist! “No, god no that beast would tear me in half!” Marcus cried out at the appalling suggestion. Take a penis into his arse? Sacrifice the last bastion of his manliness to a beast? Be filled with semen from another male where he’d never taken any male before? He backed away, cock suddenly flaccid in horror. “That must be wrong. Ask the goddess again – surely it’s she who wants to be pleasured once more?”

“Do you wish to abandon your final trial and leave this temple with the powers you’ve earned?” asked Keron implacably.

“Um… no. No of course not,” the lure of godhood was mightily tempting to Marcus. But to defile himself, to sully himself like a whore for the demon? Could he really bend before the monster? He remembered the yawning hunger when he’d lost the few gifts he’d earned before, “I… I accept.” Mayhap he was about to die, impaled and broken by the beast’s cock. But if he survived…

Weeping, defeated, Marcus bent forward as the midnight demon rose from his dais. The beast examined him, sniffing at his rear. Marcus jumped forward when the ice of the demon’s nose touched the back of his scrotum. He glanced toward the alabaster statue, silently pleading an imprecation for her to intervene. The white Great Dane wouldn’t deign look at him. With a sob he forced himself stilled and bent again, closing his tearful eyes. Let it be over, let it be over soon. Let me not die, o goddess let it not hurt too much!

The obsidian Great Dane dog circled the humbled man slowly. The dog’s tail was held high but immobile. The dog’s deep chest jutted forward as the beast strode tall and proudly about the man. One massive black paw folded around the Marcus’ ankle and pulled as though to spread the man’s legs to the demon’s satisfaction.

Without further preamble the beast mounted. Its weight was immense, the deep chest pressed against Marcus’ back forcing him to his knees. Fluid splashed between his shoulder blades. Cold stone bruised his knees. The dog humped, questing ineffectively above the kneeling man.

“You’re too low. You must elevate yourself,” said the guardian from behind.

Marcus raised himself to an awkward half crouch.

The immense black dog mounted again. Marcus staggered, trying to keep his footing. The beast’s forelegs grasped Marcus’ hips, raking its dewclaws down his sides. Its claws bruised the flesh of his thighs while he strained to support the monster’s weight. Saliva drooled over the back of Marcus’ head in thick splats from the monster’s panting maw. With exploratory thrusts of its hips the monster attempted to locate the man’s entrance. Twice the hard bone stabbed painfully against the sensitive flesh near the man’s anus. Each time Marcus cried out in pain.

And then the beast found its target.

With a hard shove the monster pierced the human’s clenched, virgin anus. The bone pried open the fortifications and the monster’s cock plunged to full depth in one swift push.

The pain was immeasurable. Marcus shrieked. It felt like a burning hot poker had been jammed into him, scorching him and tearing open his insides. He collapsed to the stone tiles, no longer able to bear the monster or its spear. Wailing in panic, Marcus rolled out from under the dog and scrabbled to his feet. Clasping at his broken anus, he staggered in an awkward lope toward the light of freedom, away from the mad demon.

Keron watched the man run, while the black dog humped vainly at the air.