Playthings of the Gods

Chapter 6: Trial again – Obsidian

For the third time a weary man stepped into the gloom of the gods' abode. He knew heaven and hell awaited his return.

Unperturbed, a familiar guardian in a white robe ushered the man past two immaculate, terrible beasts.

In the sanctuary of his lodging Marcus wept as sleep overtook him.

Even with the nagging disquiet of knowing his future trials, the first day was a joy. Once again the glorious nectar of the alabaster bitch smothered Marcus' face as her brought her to several orgasms with just his tongue. Keron had been very clear that despite his enthusiasm Marcus' tongue was the only organ he was allowed to use for her pleasure.

He returned to his room savouring her taste and aching with desire for more of the white bitch. And fire coursed in his veins. Again he could light his room as he contemplated his future.

The next trial witnessed a man resigned to fate. Although the experience was unpleasant, Marcus had acquired the skills to expertly suck the male dog's cock. Aside from the metallic taste at the start, the later fluids weren't entirely disgusting. With stoic determination he drank down the emissions of the monster, sustained by foreknowledge of what ecstasies the next day would bring. And with the seed of the demon came a rush of sexual thrill from the new powers filling him. By the time the ordeal was over his own cock was hard and aching for release.

His night was spent in eager anticipation of feeling the white bitch grasping his penis. He could barely sleep, constantly trying to find a position where his insistent arousal would quiet for the night.

With the new dawn Marcus hastily swallowed a quick breakfast, then practically sprinted to the main hall before Keron summoned him. Marcus hadn't bothered to don a robe in his eagerness to get intimate with the alabaster goddess. As before a sumptuous bed of silk and tapestries dominated the great hall.

Marcus stood grinning as the alabaster bitch approached. His excited cock bobbed in anticipation, already a bead of clear fluid leaking from the tip. His mouth watered remembering her taste.

She presented herself on the silk, spread and ready for him to claim. The Great Dane bitch was a shrine where Marcus would honour and worship her.

And he did. He adored the velvety softness of her belly against his cheek, each nipple firm as he suckled. Her scent was warm spring air in a forest and he breathed her. Marcus teased and caressed her womanhood taking every care to impart as much pleasure for her as a human could. He was her lover, her suitor, her devout worshipper. Selflessly he wanted to give her the best sex he was capable of. He kissed her muzzle and she responded by licking inside his mouth. Marcus sucked her tongue. At last he entered the gates of paradise, groaning as the divine warmth of her vagina enveloped him. Slowly and passionately he slid into her. He gently coaxed each orgasm from her before his roaring need for release became undeniable. Then, when he could no longer postpone his urgency, he pounded her flesh. His cock hammered her velvet passage, driving himself as deep and hard as he could. The man rutted as though he had become an animal.

As before his orgasm was incandescent fire surrounding him, filling him, and making him spurt his essence into the argent goddess. Ichor boiled radiant in his veins. Each wave of bliss forced Marcus to slam his cock down pushing his seed in spurts deep into the womb of his goddess. Perhaps this was the time he'd father a god. Marcus cried out in ecstasy, consumed by an eruption of pleasure.

He would have stayed hugging the goddess to his chest, buried in her paradise, basking in the slowing fire. But again she threw him aside, becoming a resplendent dervish ricocheting around the temple in her mad joy.

So his brief time in heaven ended again. Marcus struggled to his feet, gasping at how he'd exerted himself. But in his chambers re-discovering his powers invigorated him. Evening's gloom encroached with the foreboding of tomorrow's trial with the black demon.

In the morning Marcus donned his grey robe – inadequate armour to belay humiliation. Even that small defiance vanished at the approach of the dark monster. Infernal perfection of form and musculature defined the creature with its noble gait. Again the beast turned from Marcus, awaiting his ministrations.

“Pleasure him as before with your mouth on his member," Keron began, “When he is fully hard and expelling his essence move around behind him. Keep one hand grasping behind his knot and use your other hand to lift his tail. Then you will be able to sustain his pleasure while you minister to his anus with your tongue." Keron's words were delivered dispassionately in rote drone. But what he described was abomination, perverse beyond Marcus ability to comprehend. He continued, “When your tongue has liberally coated him inside and out you may stand behind the dog. Guide your penis as necessary but once you penetrate him, clasp the dog's knot firmly again. This will amplify both your and his pleasure. You may release your seed into the dog as you will, but you must keep the dog's arousal until the dog is naturally complete."

The familiar musk of the creature surrounded Marcus as he knelt. For this first part he had become skilled, coaxing the giant penis to hardness and squirting into his mouth. Even the metallic foretaste had become mundane and familiar, while the sweeter emissions were welcome.

“That is sufficient," interrupted Keron, “you must now kneel behind the dog and pleasure his anus with your tongue. Be thorough or you will earn no reward and your efforts will be for naught."

Marcus startled and pulled his head back from suckling on the dog. An arc of clear fluid splashed against the man's chest. With an awkward waddle on his knees he positioned himself behind the dog, keeping one fist squeezing the dog's giant knot. His other hand raised the dog's tail, giving him an unimpeded view of the dog's anus.

The sphincter clenched. In time with the throbbing in his fist, the dog's pucker squeezed and relaxed. At the same time the shiny black scrotum pulled up, quivered for a moment then slumped down. The vista was terrifying. Tears of humiliation flowed unnoticed down Marcus' cheeks. He must become the automaton doing as the guardian commanded. A mere conduit of the god's will, not responsible for actions that followed.

With some small relief Marcus noted the puckered anus was clean, unsullied. But even so as his head approached the grasping horror he could almost feel his face trying to peel away, his flesh trying to flee his skull. Tentatively Marcus extended his tongue, still a handspan away from the dark pucker. He whimpered, unable to will himself any closer.

“ Do it!" The guardian's shouted command sliced through Marcus.

His face plunged forward, impacting his tongue with the centre of the pucker. But Marcus' mind flitted backward. This abomination was happening to a body that wasn't his own. All he could do was scream silently, witnessing the horror from behind this strangers eyes. He was aghast when the stranger circled his tongue around the dog's anus, wetting it with saliva. The taste was… the taste was… well, almost nothing at all. While the strong scent of the dog filled his nostrils it was a clean smell, and the taste was merely a hint of salt. But still his mind screamed at the stranger to stop, please, stop defiling his body with this unthinkable horror.

A tongue lapped at the clenching muscles. As the muscles relaxed between pulses, the tongue pushed deeper, entering the bowels of the monster. A hand released the tail of the beast, leaving it to drape over a man's head. The hand grasped the beast thigh, allowing the head to pull in closer, forcing the tongue ever deeper. Rivulets of saliva poured down a chin as the stranger's tongue pushed the lubrication into clenching horror. Please let this be over. Please o please let that be enough… Marcus watched a body he had once called his own perform actions that mortified him.

“Well done, that is adequate," said Keron, “You may now empty your seed into the dog."

Marcus abruptly pulled his head away from the horror. Using the hunched hind-quarters of the beast for support, the body that was no longer Marcus' scrambled to its feet. His manhood was about to be irrevocably soiled. The dog was so tall that Marcus' flaccid penis was at the exact same height as the monster's anus. Saliva glinted around the pucker.

The man's penis was unresponsive. Desperately he fisted his cock, stroking to kindle the smallest arousal. Shame reddened his face. “ I cant do it!" he cried, “It's too awful. I just cant!"

“You must! Fuck the dog now or leave your gifts and the temple forever!" commanded Keron.

“You bastard. You fucking bastard," Marcus' words were directed at the demon before him. “You filthy, fucking monster. You want to be fucked? You want cock up your arse? You want me to soil my manhood in your bowels. You're a devil!" But his anger had kindled a spark in his groin. The devil wanted him humiliated, wanted him to fail. Well he'd show the bastard, he'd hammer its pansy butt. He'd spill his seed inside the beast, force the dog to take his essence. Marcus cock slowly hardened, jutting toward the clenching sphincter. Rage fuelled his arousal.

“Take this, you cunt," growled Marcus as he pushed forward. For a moment the muscles of the dog resisted, but then relaxed. As his penis speared into the beast a sustained arc of wetness squirted onto the flagstones under the dog's chest. “Oh you like that, you fucker?" The dog responded by clenching his muscles around the man's penis. Marcus groaned in unexpected stimulation. The dog's rectum was hot like his goddess and just as silky smooth. But the clenching muscles were more forceful, rhythmically milking his cock. His own saliva provided adequate lubrication to provide easy passage with delightful friction around the head of his penis. Marcus pulled his hips back then thrust brutally forward, driving his hardness into the rear of the dog. His balls impacted the scrotum of the dog. “Well how do you like this then?" His anger sustained Marcus, allowing him to fuck the beast with violent thrusts. Each penetration was punctuated by a loud slap of his balls against the dog's.

Now Marcus pulled his cock entirely from the dog's gaping hole. But before it could clench tight he punched forward, driving the head of his penis through the ring of muscle. He could feel the dog squeezing, clenching against the intrusion. But the tightness stimulated the man more. In his fist the dog's knot throbbed and pulsed, hosing the flagstones with milky-white semen. “Now you're the whore." Jolts of electricity crackled in the belly of the man. Marcus' anger was being supplanted by growing sexual pleasure. He released the dog's knot so he could use both hands to haul back on the dog's thighs. This let him drive harder and faster, pulling entirely out of the dog before slamming back into its depths. The stimulation grew to a wave that crashed into Marcus. The man roared as he orgasmed, “Take that, you demon whore! Gahhh!" With his cry his cock spurted seed deep into the bowels of the monster. Marcus' fists clenched, digging his fingers into the muscles of the dog's thighs. He hauled the dog back to bury his penis as deeply as possible. The man's semen flooded in volleys into the dog while Marcus was lost in the crescendo of his pleasure. He had no regard for the demon's feelings. He wanted the monster to feel the man using it for his release. With his penis at full depth he again grabbed the dog's knot in his fist. The beast squirted a long jet of fluid to the growing puddle on the floor. In response the dog's anus clenched like a vice, squeezing and releasing Marcus' penis. The dog milked the man's cock, drawing out his orgasm until man and beast were a harmony of ecstasy.

As the waves of orgasm receded, another fire ignited in the man's belly. Ichor of the gods flowed through his limbs. Marcus gasped, then groaned a long cry. This was the real bliss. This was an ecstasy that immediately eclipsed his orgasm. Despite a bare moment passing since he squirted his load, his cock immediately spurted fresh volleys of semen into the dog. He threw his head back, squeezing his eyes closed, lost in the flood of bliss. Unconsciously he kept hauling back on the dog's thighs to keep his cock spurting its endless release as deeply as possible. The conflagration in his soul was interminable. With clenched teeth he drew a shaky breath, then moaned while wave after wave of bliss flooded his whole being. At the last he felt his cock was wringing his balls dry, surely he had no semen left to give.

The tide of pleasure receded but the thrumming ichor of power still crackled in his limbs. Marcus unclenched his fists, releasing the dog, and staggered backward. His penis slipped free of the dog, but feeling of sliding free brought forth a final weak pulse. A thin line of semen dribbled against the gaped anus of the dog, oozing down to mark white along the black scrotum. Marcus turned away as disgust at his actions began to encroach. Unperturbed, the dog trotted away. Its tail slowly wagged, held high as though to display seeping evidence from the monster's gaping hole.

Emotions warred in Marcus. His mind shied away from the how he'd soiled his manhood. His teeth ached from how intensely he'd orgasmed and his fingers were sore from grasping the dog. His cock was tender, overstimulated and drooled a long tether of semen onto the floor. He dared not glance at his manhood for fear it was defiled by the excretions of the demon. That would make him scream.

Yet vivid joy coursed through him. He could feel barely restrained energies waiting to break free, waiting to be tested.

“You have surpassed the fourth trial," announced the guardian, “and you may retire to your chambers for the remainder of your day. Well done. Only one more test awaits you tomorrow, and you will have achieved every boon the gods can give you."

Marcus made his way gingerly to his chambers, aching in muscles and soul.

But why ache? With a thought all the pains in his fingers and teeth were gone. Another thought and Marcus was clean as though he'd had a refreshing bath. With a gesture embroidered robes adorned his frame. Another gesture summoned a feast on the table. Sizzling meats and rich wine warred with fine delicacies for space on the small table. So he made the table bigger with a wish.

Every discharge of power jolted a sexual thrill into his groin. He mused if he summoned enough he would spontaneously orgasm.

But there were still limits his power couldn't exceed. While the feast was rich, the plates and cutlery were worked steel. His clothing was still a robe, not the attire of a king. When he wished for a chest of riches he was rewarded with a single gold coin. These were small miracles, but only one more trial remained to overcome and he could wield power like a god. Thinking back, the first trial had been with the white goddess, the second had been the black monster, then the goddess, and today's fourth trial had been the black again. Surely they were alternating and tomorrow he could consummate his love with the alabaster princess again. His cock twitched at the thought. Perhaps the very last test was whether he could impregnate her after all. He giggled at the idea, while his hardness throbbed.