The Cult
The Cult
by Rune
2009
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Corey looked up and down the street nervously. It was a warm, still night. With a faint buzz, the streetlights cut into the darkening violet sky. They tinted the concrete street in harsh yellow, the angle of their light making every crack and pothole a pit of shadow. And their light seemed to hide more than it revealed.
This was not the sort of neighborhood he wanted to be in after dark. Dark alleys, overgrown yards hidden behind rickety fences... so many places a mugger, or for that matter, an entire street gang, could be hiding. And the shadows hid the addresses.
He pulled the wrinkled piece of paper out of the pocket of his dark grey shorts. Between the dim light, and his unsteady yellow-furred hand, he strained to read the faintly penciled address.
"1126 Ashgrove"
He knew what it would read, but he had to be sure. It had seemed so clear, so simple that morning, when Eric had passed it to him over the coffee house table that morning in the light of day. He barely knew that fox from class...
What if the address was wrong? Or a prank?
No, it was too late to second-guess things now.
Putting it back in his pocket, he continued walking down the sidewalk, rough and uneven cement slabs underpaw.
Keep walking. Look like you know where you're going, even if you don't... someone might be watching.
He patted his other pocket, checking to see if his cell phone was still there. It was his lifeline... though, he'd heard rumors the inner city cops took too long to respond...
He glanced at the dark, decaying building alongside him. There were no lights... it was nearly impossible to tell the poor buildings apart from the truly abandoned. No address. Where the fuck was the address? What if he had passed it already?
Don't double back. Look like you know where you're going...
Oh god!
Something was moving in an alley next to him!
He looked, staring into the blackness.
Something shot across the ground, dark and fast.
An animal, running away from him.
He caught another glimpse of it as it passed out from behind some plastic garbage bags.
Just a cat. A black cat.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and kept walking. He didn't want to see another person. Not in this neighborhood. Not another feline, canine, lapine... not even another cheetah.
Another building... this one was a little less decayed. And it had a light over its front step. At least it wasn't abandoned. A weathered stone arch rose over crumbling concrete steps, cracking away from the old-fashioned stonework they had been slapped over. On the arch, written in letters carved in stone, read "Park Line Apartments". Long shadows rose upwards from the letters at strange angles, radiating from the electric light in the archway. As he passed the steps of the building's entrance, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the numbers, carved in a stone block: "1126".
Yes! This was it! But... it was so dark inside...
He pulled the wrinkled paper out of his pocket again. "1126 Ashgrove"
Every strand of fur bristled with excitement and fear. He felt his black ears perk up tentatively.
Was this really it?
He pushed the heavy wooden door open, and saw steps. Two utilitarian concrete staircases lit by a single dim bare bulb... one going up... and one going down... both leading into darkness.
Oh god. Which one was it?
"In the basement," Eric had said that morning in the coffee house, "Actually a secret room, beneath the basement..."
He started down the stairs, their surface a little less weathered underpaw than the concrete outdoors. There were lights only at every other landing.
There would be a doorman, and he only had to say that Eric had sent him. Eric said they were open to new members, would welcome them... that the main reason for the secrecy was what society would think of their group... and...
"New members always get an 'experience' their first time..." the punk fox had said, his orange eyes staring longingly into the distance as his black-tipped muzzle curled into a faint smile, "yes... quite an experience..."
Oh, it had to be good... any sexual experience that could impress a fox that much had to be good!
Two.... three.... four floors down, the staircase ended. There was a single, unmarked door in the dim light of the single bulb.
Dare he open it?
His heart was starting to pound... his fur bristled again... and... his cock leapt in his shorts. Yes, that was what he was here for, and he'd come this far... how could he chicken out now?
He knocked on the door.
Nothing.
Maybe he'd been too quiet.
He knocked louder.
Steps. Behind the door. It unlocked.
It opened a crack, stopped by a sliding chain, to reveal half of the dark grey muzzle of a tall, glaring, doberman whose headfur was raised into a spikey red mohawk. A reality TV show was chattering away on the old, boxy TV behind him.
"Who are you?" he snapped, revealing uneven fangs with metal dental work, "What do you want?"
"I... I..." Corey stammered.
Shiny spikes just below the doberman's neck jutted out of a leather collar. Below that was a black T-shirt with the jagged logo of the metal band "Inferno", and a studded leather belt holding up black pants with dangling chains, so baggy he couldn't even glimpse the guy's pawtips. Looking past him, it was just an apartment with cracked red paint on the walls and saggy, battered furniture.
Every fur on his body stood on end. It was obviously the wrong place... and this doberman did not look like someone he wanted to annoy...
Heart pounding, he dropped the fox's name out of sheer desperation.
"Eric... Eric sent me," he said, feeling his ears and tail lower in fear.
The doberman laughed... then smiled, showing off his fangs, one crooked, two more partially silvered.
"You must be Corey," said the doberman.
Corey nodded.
"Get in quick before somebody notices," said the doberman, closing the door for a moment to unslide the chain.
He stepped onto the threadbare beige carpet, and the doberman slammed the door shut so fast Corey reflexively shot a glance behind himself, to double-check if some of his tailfur had been caught.
"I'm Stuart," the doberman said, reaching behind him to lock the door.
"That's Null..." he continued, pointing an arm with a spiked bracelet to a grey-spotted hyena sitting on a battered old couch. She waved weakly, her forearm covered with a purple-striped warmer. Above her dark eyes, dark glasses were pushed up into spikey purple headfur. A cut-off black tank top with an "Anarchy" logo left her pierced belly bare, all the way down to baggy pants so low, he turned away, afraid he might spot the top of her pussy.
"...and that's my girl, Nikki," finished Stuart. Next to the hyena was a cougar girl who didn't turn her gaze from the reality TV. Her white muzzled head was mounted to a black leather collar, and capped by blue striped headfur. Her thin arms emerged out of a black corset that left a thin line of tan fur exposed just above her black skirt, the bare fur of her crossed legs descending into knee-length leather boots.
Corey felt his tail droop. Girls... nothing but two girls, and the only guy was hot for one of them... a straight. It didn't matter: Stuart had crooked teeth anyway.
Stuart sat down on another beat-up couch facing the TV, and gestured for Corey to join him.
"Have a seat, man," he said.
He padded towards the couch and sat down, nervously keeping his legs close together and his hands in his lap.
Peeling red paint, dull with dirt accumulated over years, peeked out from behind black posters for Inferno, and several other bands Corey didn't recognize. The carpet wasn't really beige, but a white color that had darkened with dirt, and with stains in places. In one corner of the room, the old-fashioned box TV had sprouted a tangled bush of wires leading to digital converter boxes, a digital TV recorder, and an X-box. There were doorways at both ends of the room, covered up by threadbare old sheets, leading to darkness.
"Eric said there was a cheetah interested in our cult," said Stuart, not turning his gaze from the TV, "I wasn't expecting you to show up so soon, though... most people take a few weeks, ask questions..."
"Is this... how many people are coming?" asked Corey.
"Oh, we usually get about ten... twenty at high rituals... of course, relationships kinda go out the window once the rituals start," Stuart flashed his metallic grin.
Nikki nodded.
Corey sighed. It didn't matter how promiscuous anyone was if they were all straight!
"But," started Null, in a male's voice, "You have to keep in mind it's not just about the rituals. It's about living a life that's pleasing to G.N..."
Corey tuned out, his mind racing in confusion. Null was... a girl? With the voice of a guy? What the fuck? No, wait... there was nothing filling out that tank top. And... there was a bulge in those dark pants he hadn't seen before. He had a gorgeous slim body. He was a perfect femboy!
"What... what is G.N.?" questioned Corey, having heard only half of what Null said.
"Oh, my bad," said Null, "Grazznal. Some of us just call him G.N."
Corey nodded. Eric had mentioned the cult's god by name several times: Graz Nal, the "Lord of Lust".
"It means," said Null, getting up off the couch, "to really belong," he walked up to Corey, "you have to do things," he knelt down, his spotted grey muzzle nose-to-nose with his, "Like this..."
He tilted his head, purple headfur flopping in front of his dark eyes, and opened his mouth, pressing his lips to Corey's. For a second, Corey froze in shock. He opened his mouth, and Null's tongue wasted no time entering his mouth, slithering over his tongue.
Null quickly withdrew.
"And you have to do things..." Null knelt down, his muzzle level with his crotch, "like this..."
He unzipped Corey's shorts, flicking his tongue with expectation. Gripping them and his plaid boxer underwear with both hands, Null pulled down, exposing Corey's white sheath. Excitement and shame washed through every inch of his fur. Was it really ok with these people to have sex where everyone could see it? The pink tip of his cock was just starting to peek out...
There was a knock at the door, and Corey jumped in his seat, zipping his shorts back up.
Stuart walked over and unlatched it.
"Hey, Kristin," he said.
A grey wolf girl with nipple rings poking her tube top walked in. She had her black baggy pants dangerously low on her hips, held in place by only a thin studded belt.
"What's up Null?" she asked, "Did I miss something?"
Null pouted, turning his muzzle down.
"This is Corey," said Stuart, "He's new."
"And shy," said Null.
"Oh..." said Kristin, suddenly wrapping her fishnet-covered arms around Corey's shoulders. She tilted her muzzle sideways next to his, "Don't worry, after a few rituals, there won't be anything you'd feel uncomfortable doing. Even things you'd never imagined before..."
She let go just before the invasion of his space became unbearable, sitting down on the dirty carpet in front of the TV.
"Now, where was I?" Null unzipped his shorts again, "Oh yeah... having some fun..."
Corey went rigid. This was what he wanted... God knew this was what he wanted his whole life, every waking moment since puberty. To finally get rid of this god-damned virginity. To finally live a life open to sex... and yet, here, on a couch, in front of complete strangers...
"Isn't there someplace?" he blurted, "Someplace more private?"
Grinning mischievously, Null stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him towards a dark doorway veiled by a thin red curtain... his shorts began to fall and he grabbed them with his other hand to hold them up. His sheath was left exposed to everyone... who of course, were watching the activity in the room. His face burned as Null tugged him through the curtain into darkness. Null flicked on a light... and a dim red glow illuminated a large battered and stained mattress in the middle of the floor.
"Mmm..." Null moaned in expectation, sitting cross-legged on the mattress. Null touched Corey's shorts, and he let go of them. They dropped to his paws, along with his underwear.
There were strange objects on little wooden end tables in the corners of the room. There was a collection of sex toys: dildos... vibrators... leather cuffs... and a collection of sculptures of nasty-faced creatures over a foot high. Things with batwings, things with spikes, and one magnificent monster in a dynamic pose: jaws open, claws spread, and disproportionately large cock...
Grinning, Null flicked his tongue over the tip of Corey's emerging cock. He moaned involuntarily from the sheer intensity of the tingling pleasure, arching his back and tail in ecstacy, his hands grasping at the air.
"My, you're easy to please," smirked Null.
There was a knock at the door.
"Hey, Stuart," said a female voice.
"Hey, Anna," said Stuart.
He heard lips smacking.
Corey suddenly felt exposed. There was nothing but a thin curtain he could almost see through between him and...
Null gripped his thighs, holding him in place while he licked again... and again. The pleasure on his cocktip was so powerful, he wanted to scream, and he did... letting off another moan upwards, not caring how loud he was...
Another knock.
"Hey, Eric!" said Stuart.
"Stuart!" said a male voice.
"How's it going," asked Nikki.
More lips smacking.
Wait... Who was his friend making out with?
"Aaahhhhh!" he yelled, pleasure rubbing up and down the whole length of his cock. His tail nearly squirmed into a knot. Looking down, he saw his cock had fully emerged from his sheath... Null was licking it from base to tip, slow and sloppy.
"Null's in there with the new guy," said Nikki.
"Corey?" questioned Eric.
"Yup," said Nikki.
"Woo!" said Eric, his face half-visible through the curtain, "Way to go Corey!"
He felt his face burn in shame. There was no privacy with these people!
A new, wet, raunchy touch, squeezing the head of his cock. Null was already moving the end of his muzzle onto his cockshead. He gasped. Several times.
Another knock.
"Hey Raven," said Stuart.
"Hey," said a female voice.
"Hey!"
"Hi!"
More lips smacking.
His cock was oozing pre, which Null paused to lap up eagerly. Each flick of his tongue over his peehole was nothing but pure, concentrated pleasure.
"Oh, Null..." he moaned, "Oh, God..." he gasped.
His cock was throbbing. It wouldn't be long now before...
"It's time for the ritual!" boomed a loud male voice.
The TV turned off, and he heard a lot of movement. Null worked his cock frantically, desperate to finish him off...
The curtain parted as Stuart barged in the room.
"Ok, love-birds, there'll be plenty of time for that during the ritual," grinned Stuart with his metal smile.
Null slid his muzzle off his cock, a strand of pre trailing from his lips. His cock throbbed even harder.
God! If they just had another minute...
Null stood up and walked away, pausing to smirk at Corey before passing through the curtain.
Corey bent down and grabbed his underwear and shorts.
"Meh," said Stuart, "Don't bother, you'll just be taking them off again in the temple."
"But..." protested Corey.
He tried to force his cock back into his shorts, but it was too stiff, too uncomfortable.
"Hey," said Stuart, "If it's any comfort, I'll get naked first," he flashed his metal grin again.
Stuart began pulling off his Inferno T-shirt, revealing well-toned abs. He flung it to the dirty carpet, and wasted no time unbuckling his baggy pants. He stepped out of them, and flung them on top of the shirt. A black male bikini followed.
The doberman had nothing on his large, muscular body except his spiked collar and studded bracelet... and his shameless cock was already poking halfway out his sheath, and none too small, either. Forget Null, Stuart was simply gorgeous! ...if only he wasn't straight.
Sighing, Corey pulled his white T-shirt off, and... Stuart's eyes seemed to be groping him.
"You're pretty hot..." he chuckled. ...he was bi!
Corey felt every cell in his body lift with happiness, his tail rising slightly. There was a chance of getting Stuart after all... especially with a crowd so open to sex!
"But, we'd better get going," he continued, "It's not wise to keep Grazznal waiting."
Stuart stepped through the curtain, seeming to stide a bit more comfortably without his clothes than he did with them.
Corey had to keep that doberman in his sights now! He let go of the T-shirt, not looking where it landed, and followed, his shorts falling away from his paws. But as the red curtain rubbed against his bare fur, he suddenly felt far more exposed. The realization that there was nothing between his body and... everything in the world... but... this was his one chance. His one chance to finally lose his virginity. No, to ditch the whole lifestyle that had kept him a virgin for so long...
He kept walking, following Stuart. Every step he took away from his clothes made him feel more tense... more exposed. And he was getting further away from his lifeline... his cell phone in his pocket.
Stuart led him through an unfamiliar room... and then another with a bed and a dresser. Probably Stuart's bedroom. Corey's heart was pounding.... he had absolutely nothing on his body, no idea where he was going, or what would happen....
Stuart reached to a hook on a bare concrete wall, took a key with a long chain, and put it around his neck. Then he turned towards an open closet, full of identical black robes, and took one out. As he was pulling it over his head, Corey reached for one.
"Not this time," said Stuart, "Initiates go naked."
Corey turned. Stuart was now a nondescript black form with the tip of a doberman's muzzle pointing out the hood of the robe. Stuart had tricked him! The only reason he'd gone naked was because Stuart had taken off his clothes as well.
"Why did you take off your clothes," he questioned, "if you were going to cover up?"
"Cause now I can get naked faster when the orgy starts," Stuart flashed his metal grin.
Corey felt his tail rise even higher. So there was going to be an orgy!
Stuart walked on, a black form drifting across the floor, his gait hidden by the robe. He led Corey through an opened steel door which revealed dark stone steps, going down into blackness... And then he slammed the door, shut, latching it behind them.
Corey gasped, his fur standing on end. It was completely black! And he was wobbling unsteadily on steep stairs!
Actually... there was a distant light down below... a faint red. No, purple. ...or was it pink?
"Come on," said Stuart, putting his big hand on Corey's shoulder and guiding him down into the darkness...
They walked down and down for what seemed like an eternity, step after step in blackness, sinking towards the strange ruddy light...
Finally, as they neared it, Corey saw it was a doorway, which opened up on...
A blood red cloth draped over a black altar sprouting sinister dark spikes glistening in candlelight. Behind the altar stood a bizarre aging buck.
His antlers branched around his muzzle, pointed and jagged bits of metal dangling from them, the symbols of a forgotten language, and more, scratched into the antlers themselves. The symbols continued down one side of the buck's muzzle and neck, as if the mad ravings scribbled on the walls of a padded cell had been reworked by a graffiti artist. The rest of his form was completely obscured by robes dark enough to be a living, breathing shadow, with an array of red runes, skulls, and bones woven into them.
Below, the floor of the round room was made of triangular purple stone blocks, sinking away from the altar in steps which formed a star-shaped pattern. Around the altar was the rest of the cult: a circle of formless black robed figures, with a muzzle poking out here and there. Behind them were many candles and incense burners on tall floor stands... but beyond the altar, beyond the cult priest was the focus of it all: a life-sized idol of Grazz Nal himself.
Against the back of the circular stone chamber, a seamless piece of dark, shining metal was formed into a monstrous scaley sitting upon a wickedly-spiked throne. His face, fiercer than a dragon, had an open jaw with a forked tongue... snarling in rage. His arms and legs were spread out sideways, claws of his hands and paws open, as if to slash anything that drew near. And rising from between his legs was the focal point of the entire chamber: a huge, smooth erect cock, at least as long as a horse's... perhaps longer, and much wider...
Stuart took his place among the black robed figures, leaving Corey feeling exposed, and uncertain where to stand or what to do...
The cult leader looked straight at Corey, his brown eyes seemed to have a depth and fierceness that was looked through his bare fur... down to his very soul.
"Greetings Initiate Corey," he said in a warm, powerful voice, "I am Volturi, the Priest of this Cult of Grazz'Nal. Tonight, you shall become a member of this cult, and dedicate yourself to Grazz'Nal," he looked down at Corey's cock, still hard and wet from Null's blowjob, "Which you seem rather eager for already," he smiled.
Corey felt his face burn with embarrassment at being so exposed.
"However,? continued Volturi, "you should know this: you no longer have any choice. You shall not leave, for you know many of our secrets already. You will become a member or die."
Oh God. What had he gotten himself into? He just wanted to get laid...
"Wh..." he started, "When does the sex start?"
Everyone around him laughed.
"All in good time," metal runes clattered on Volturi's antlers as he chuckled, "All in good time... but first, you must sacrifice yourself to Grazz'Nal."
"S-sacrifice?" Corey's fur stood on end with renewed force.
"Yes, you see..." began Volturi, "Grazz'Nal wants actions, not mere belief! Lay down on the altar now that we may sacrifice your flesh to him!"
Corey froze... taking a step back...
...but there was nowhere to go, he remembered. Stuart had locked the thick steel door at the top of the stairs.
"We cannot force you," said Volturi, "You must do this willingly, or Grazz'Nal will hate you forever!"
Corey had no choice. Either they would kill him in a sacrifice... or in some other way, probably worse, if he refused.
His heart was pounding so hard it drowned out every other sound. His tail dragged up the triangular steps as he padded across the hard floor towards the altar. He was completely naked, completely exposed to whatever horrible things they were about to do to him. Slowly, with the unreality of watching another person make the movements, he found himself next to the wickedly-spiked altar with its blood-red draped top.
"Oh God..." he winced, turning around to sit on it.
With trembling muscles, he lay back on the soft red cloth... stretched out on the altar... tears welled in his eyes... he was going to Hell a virgin...
"Khajis-kha ju'la Grazz'Nal!" shouted Volturi.
He froze, feeling his eyes go wide as Volturi's robed arms raised above him, holding a sharp, pointed object glistening in the candle light.
"...lift up your legs." added Volturi.
"What?!" asked Corey.
"Lift up your legs," insisted Volturi.
Trembling, Corey lifted his legs a bit, and two of the black-robed cult members grabbed them, bending them up so his knees met his chest... and his cock and balls were exposed to whatever Volturi had in mind...
Without warning, he felt something press against his asshole! It went in, slick and smooth...
Lifting his head, he saw Volturi's hand in his ass, sliding one finger in. The other hand was holding a clear, shiny tube of... lube? Yes, that object he had held above him with such ceremony was a tube of lube!
Volturi withdrew his hand, and slicked down a second finger with lube. Two fingers pushed in, intensely hard.
Corey moaned involuntarily and thrust his head back against the padding, thrashing his arms, while his legs were pinned to his chest by the cult members.
"Mmm... your ass is virgin..." smirked Volturi, "Grazz'Nal will be most pleased..."
The fingers shoved deep into his asshole, then slid out... only to be replaced by three fingers.
Corey moaned again, looking out at black-robed figures upside-down.
Volturi was going to have sex with him... he felt both excited and disgusted. He was going to be taken advantage of, yet... part of him no longer cared what kind of sex he got, as long as it was with a male...
Above him, he glimpsed the underside of the muzzle of a doberman... and a fox. Stuart and Eric? Yes, it was his own friend pressing one of his legs to his chest! Eric's orange eyes met his briefly. He mouthed "You're doing good," to him and winked.
Corey gasped, his asshole pushed open wider than it ever had before. Tears welled in his eyes. Four fingers... His wet, glistening cock throbbed. God it was so intense, so good!
Suddenly, Eric and Stuart let go of his legs.
He sat up, only to see Volturi holding out the tube of lube.
"Now, go and massage Grazz'Nal's cock with this," said Volturi.
"What?" started Corey.
"Well... you don't have to," said Volturi, "But I would highly recommend it. In fact, I'd be generous with the lube if I were you..."
Corey took the tube, and got up to his feet. He stepped down the triangular steps towards the snarling idol, waddling a bit from his uncomfortable, stretched ass.
Corey stared at the idol's huge cock, its metal shimmering in the candlelight. Every step he took closer to it, it seemed to grow larger. Larger than any man's. It was long... it looked to be the same length as his arm up to the elbow... and just as wide. No, wider... maybe wider than his fist even.
"Wait," he began, "Does this mean I have to..."
"Oh, yes," smiled Volturi, "All you have to do is sit in Grazz'Nal's lap... sit there until you cum."
Now he understood why Eric liked this so much... having your ass completely stuffed beyond belief was one of the few things that could please a fox that much...
It wasn't like Corey didn't want gay sex. But Christ! That hunk of metal was so huge! There was no way it could possibly fit... not without pushing through his guts! That was bad enough... but in front of his friend? In front of a bunch of faceless strangers?
He looked back, spotted the familiar muzzle of his friend poking out of the hood of one the black-robed figures. He glared. Eric tilted his head so Corey could see his eyes, smiled, and winked. Like this was all a fun time...
Damn that fox! Damn all foxes!! He had no idea what the problem was... or that there even was a problem! Just like every other fox on the planet the words "too much" had probably never left his lips. He probably complained the cock was a bit small when he'd been initiated...
There was no turning back now. Almost a dozen black robed cult members behind him... and Volturri's threat... if he didn't join, if he didn't do this, they'd kill him...
With a sigh, Corey flipped open the top of the tube of lube, and squeezed some into his hand.
Oh god! The cold, clear slime slicked down the fur of his palm disgustingly.
He wished the whole day had never happened! If only he'd thrown out that paper Eric had given him... if only he'd never sat next to him in class at all!
Wincing, he slowly put his slimed-up hand to the tip of the shimmering metal cock. It was ice cold! As if its size wasn't going to hurt enough....
He rubbed the lube all over the hard and smooth tip of the cock. It wasn't a normal cock. It began with a pointed, conical head, the peehole off-center. Slick and smooth, it flared out prominently, sculpted into the volume of a creature swelling hard enough to cause it pain. Then, almost like a spearhead, the flare met the shaft at an upward angle... as if to impale into the victim's hole in such a way they'd never get it out of them...
He continued rubbing down the whole length of the shaft... not that he expected to take it all, but anything to stall for time. Yes... maybe no one ever took the whole thing! Probably just the head alone was ass-stuffing enough. He'd let his mind get ahead of...
Jesus! The lube was making obscene slurping sounds as he rubbed his hand around thick metal veins. And more veins. And still more... the huge cock seemed to go on forever...
If anything, it got slightly wider towards the base, until finally it met the monstrous metal balls... orbs the size of tennis balls shining with candlelight.
He went back and added even more lube to the head... and the underside of the spear-shaped head. If he was ever to get this thing out of his ass after it went in, he'd need it!
He capped the tube, and Volturri's hooves clicked across the stone floor, his hoof-fingered hand roughly taking it from him. Volturri stepped back into the circle, tucking the tube into his robes. His face looked stern... impatient...
This was it.
His heart was pounding as he climbed onto the idol's cool, smooth legs. It all felt unreal, and he found himself desperately wishing he were watching himself instead of being himself. With the metal legs sideways at such an unnatural angle, he found himself clutching the idol's arms to keep from falling backwards... nose-to-nose with the huge, angry, snarling muzzle of the idol. Of Grazz-Nal. The huge teeth and giant mouth looked big enough to bite off his head... and viscous enough to do it.
Oh God! If there was any truth to this cult's beliefs at all, then his soul was totally screwed. Grazz-Nal didn't look like the sort of thing to be kind to its followers... and even less kind to him, if he didn't go through with this...
Climbing around the cold metal idol, he turned around... so at least he wouldn't have to look at that horrible face. He glanced down, the huge cock jutting straight up towards his asshole... his body taught, exposed, vulnerable...
He felt his unnaturally-widened asshole pulse with the mere thought of that cock going in... His tail rose, brushing against the idol's cool metal. Yes... maybe he would actually enjoy it a bit. He should just try to get as much pleasure out it as he could. It was all he could do now.
Now he was facing all the cult-members staring at him. Feeling as uncomfortable as when he looked at the idol's face, he turned his head towards a blank, dark spot on the ceiling... and lowered himself.
He hissed through clenched teeth at the burning cold touch of metal to his asshole. Oh God! This whole experience was going to suck royally...
He let his weight take him down... the burning cold metal, slick with lube, pushed open his asshole effortlessly. It... didn't hurt at all... Volturri's fingering had widened it more than he realized.
The cold metal cockshead slipped in, completely filling his ass! And it began to pull his asshole open painfully.
Jesus! It was already wider than it had ever been in his whole life! How much wider could it possibly go!
He let his weight bear down... pain!
No... he had to get this over with...
Gritting his teeth, and closing his eyes, everything faded away, except for his pounding heart. He let himself sink...
Pain!
The tip of the metal cock was driving itself into a wall of pain... what the fuck was it pushing against?
"Oh God..." he moaned.
He hadn't even taken the whole head and already it was pushing against his inner ring!
"You know..." began Volturi, "It's easier if you put your wrists in his hands..."
Corey let go of the idol's arms, and with his paws still perched on the idol's legs, he placed his wrists in its open claws. He felt his wrists press against something, and then with a snap that echoed across the chamber, the cold claws slammed around his wrists!
"What the fuck!" he shouted.
He couldn't move his wrists! The idol was somehow holding them... in the dark, he could just glimpse some sort of hinges...
"...and put your ankles in his paws." finished Volturi.
"Oh God..." winced Corey.
Held in place by the idol's cold claws, his hands grasped only air. Without holding onto the idol's arms, he couldn't stop himself from sinking onto its cock anymore! With horrible burning pain, he felt it wrench open his asshole, forcing its way deeper and deeper into his flesh, burning its way through his ring with fiery pain.
He tried to push up with his legs... but it was no use.
He screamed in pain involuntarily, tears starting to dampen his facefur.
Suddenly, with an audible pop, the head of the cock went past his asshole!
He breathed several sighs of relief. His asshole wasn't being torn open anymore... at least not as harshly as before. But... now it was pushing the barrier inside him with even worse pain! It was going to penetrate even deeper inside him...
"Do not hesitate much longer or Grazz'Nal will hate you!" scolded Volturri.
Trembling, Corey lifted his legs off the idol's legs... and suddenly began sinking, the burning cock forcing its way its way up into his intestine!
He cried out involuntarily, and promptly put his paws back on the idol's legs.
"Don't hesitate..." glared Volturi.
His heart was pounding so hard, it seemed like it was going to punch its way out of his chest. He gritted his teeth, and lifted his legs again. Moaning from the burning pain in his ass, he quickly lowered his paws to the idol's... he didn't dare give himself time to think better of it.
With another audible click, the idol's hand-like paws latched around his ankles.
He couldn't move! ...and the cock was slipping painfully, agonizingly in... too fast!
If only he hadn't lubricated it so much...
He felt the idol's cock slip in deeper and deeper, his asshole in absolute agony... his groin and balls bulging with it. He sobbed, tears streaming down his furry cheeks... The monstrously huge cockshead painfully forced... it was sliding inside his intestine!
He made one last attempt to break free of the idol's cruel, cold grasp, wrenching his arms and legs with all his strength... but it did not budge.
There was a sudden jolt... Oh God! The entire head of the idol's cock had passed into his intestine! It was locked inside him by his inner ring... and he was sliding down even deeper! His stomach was starting to bulge... all he could do was whimper and squirm in helpless burning agony...
Suddenly, he gasped involuntarily as he stopped moving. His asscheeks met with the idol's balls.
He had hilted the huge cock!
He trembled, sobbing...
"Go on," said Volturi, "Ride it."
Clenching his fists, he pulled up on his arms. Slowly, as agonizingly as it went in, the giant cock slipped out, little-by-little... and then stopped. His inner ring was in agony.
No matter how hard he pulled himself up and forward... he couldn't quite get the cockshead out of his inner ring. He pushed forward, arched his back until it hurt... but still...
The idol had been perfectly designed with this in mind... its victim couldn't quite escape the cruel metal cock no matter how hard they tried!
Sobbing in horror and agony, he left himself sink in despair... more and more of the cock stuffing his ass...
His own cock was beginning to throb... warm pre oozing pleasurably out his tip...
How? How the fuck could such agony be getting him off?
A faint warm draft blew in his headfur... ruffling it.
He froze.
In and out... in and out...
Just like breathing...
Looking up at the idol's snarling furious head... he saw a dull, orange glow in its eyes.
He gasped.
Slowly, with the piercing shriek of rending metal, the idol began to move... alive...
Its head bent down to look at him, breathing... its cold metal tongue licking his shoulderfur, his neck, his ears...
Its arms and legs shifted position slightly, tugging his legs and arms out sideways painfully hard... harder than they'd ever been stretched in his life!
The metal of the idol grew warm... like the flesh of a hot-blooded living thing. Its hot breath snorted through his headfur, while its hot cock burned in his ass...
It started to pull up on him... straight into the burning agony of the cockshead impaled on his inner ring. With a force that nearly wrenched his arms and legs from their sockets, it yanked his insides off of the head... he screamed involuntarily from the pain.
Up and up... until the bottom of the head played with his asshole... nearly tearing it apart...
It stopped just short of pulling the cockshead out of his ass.
Down and down... sinking until he felt the cock bulge out his own balls and stomach...
It was nothing but pain and agony!
And it started to thrust into him... or rather, pull him down on its own cock by his arms and legs... its hot cockshead ripped his sphincter open to push his intestines into his stomach...
It burned more than the first time!
He cried out in agony without shame now... not caring who was watching as tears streamed down, sometimes bitterly into his mouth, sometimes dripping cold over his own cock and balls.
Thrust... and pull... and thrust... burning like hellfire in his inner ring every time... his balls being pushed out painfully... his stomach bulging like it was going to explode!
Everything faded, except for the vice-like grip on his wrists and ankles, and the enormous burning cock sliding through his ass... and his own sobs and screams...
He was... nothing more than a little plaything for the god. Nothing but a sex toy to it.
Its warm, vice-like grip pulled his legs apart to open his hole as wide as possible... and then yanked him down, its cock slamming into him with even more agony... so hard his balls were being fucked off in pain... so hard his intestines were punching out his belly... then left him feeling empty and disappointed as the flare of its huge head wrenched open his hole with glorious agony.
It bounced him up and down, the black-robed figures and candles a blur as the hot shaft filled him...
Pain and pain and more pain... pain that so wonderfully burned inside of him, pain that so pleasurably made his own cock throb in pain with each thrust.
His cock throbbed so hard, it seemed like it should burst... and it throbbed even harder...
With a sudden thrust blazing with agony, the idol pulled him down over its cock so hard every joint in his body was being ripped apart. Its burning hot length bulged within him harder and deeper than ever!
He sobbed in pain, tears dripping onto his painfully hard cock, tingling so tantalizingly...
With renewed violence, Grazz-Nal began ripping his cock out of his ass, and slamming him down on it again... and again... and again...
He screamed, the sound more like some animal than his own voice, as he finally came! Cum squirted through the air joyously with throb after agonizing throb of his cock... white joy splattered across the black floor... in a moment that seemed like forever...
The idol stopped thrusting into him.
He panted, short of breath... every cell in his body warm with bliss...
The idol pulled him up, its hard grasp releasing from his legs as the flare of the giant cockshead burned through his asshole.
"No... no..." he moaned, knowing what was coming.
With a tug that threatened to pull his arms from their sockets, the idol yanked him up, and the giant cockshead ripped open his asshole!
He cried out involuntarily, a fresh round of tears dripping from his muzzle.
Cool air flowed through his open throbbing ass, his hole spasming.
He panted with relief.
The idol let go of one wrist... only to grab him by the ankle. Then did the same with the other wrist, leaving him dangling upside-down... facing its giant metal cock.
Oh God! It was covered with blood! His own blood!
Then the idol's clawed feet grasped his wrists... yanking his hands down.
The huge, bloody metal cock thrust towards his mouth... Oh God! It smelled like ass! His ass!
He winced, closing his muzzle tightly, straining his neck to tilt his head away from the giant rod...
The idol growled, deeper than any animal he'd ever heard.
Corey could guess the meaning... if he didn't suck Grazz-Nal's cock... he would tear him apart!
"Oh God..." he winced, slowly moving his head forward.
He held out his tongue...
The tang of his own hot blood.
No... he just couldn't bring himself to lick it.
Slowly, he opened his mouth, and tentatively put his lips to the enormous bloody cock. He began to suck on the warm metal, but the tang of blood still met his tongue.
Grazz-Nal moaned in pleasure, pulling his arms and legs so tight they hurt... and yanking his jaw down on the cock.
The warm, bloody cock filled his muzzle, stretching his jaw open so hard it hurt!
He choked.
His stomach heaved.
His lips hadn't even met the base of the cockshead when he started gagging on the tip.
Grazz-Nal relentlessly pulled Corey down on his enormous cock.
He choked again.
Fresh tears welled in his eyes, blinding him. Grazz-Nal's cock seemed to be the only thing left in existence.
The giant shaft stuffed its way down his throat, painfully hard.
It was tearing his throat apart!
Suddenly, his breath snorted strangely out his nostrils.
Oh God! He couldn't breathe! He couldn't even push his lungs in or out as single inch!
Terror washed over his body. Every inch of his fur stood on end.
Grazz-Nal still pulled him down, his cock sliding ever deeper down his throat.
His lips finally crested the base of the cockshead.
His heart was pounding so hard, it was the only sound he could hear. He pulled and pushed his arms and legs as hard as he could, but the idol's steel grip only tightened... and stretched his limbs out even more painfully.
His throat was so stuffed full of hard, metal cock he couldn't even moan... not even one whimper of pain...
His whole body heaved with his gags as the cock slid down even deeper... he could feel it pressing against his lungs... and his heart... every beat of his heart punched against the cock sliding inside him!
And deeper still...
His ribcage ached with the strain. His stomach kept heaving, gag after gag. Tears dripped up from his upside-down eyes. Blood rushed in his ears. Everything was fading away, except.... the cock.
The warm cock, coated in tangy blood, stretching out his jaw, burning down his throat, and... there was a pop as the cockshead pushed into... something.
His mind reeled, trying to understand...
It had penetrated his stomach!
He squirmed with renewed force.
He had to escape! He had to breathe! Oh, God, he had to breathe!
His throat spasmed around the cock involuntarily... all the way down to his stomach... and his own cock.
His own cock began to throb in pleasure... with every gag his cock thrust so hard it nearly exploded from the pressure!
Grazz-Nal moaned, a sound so deep, so vengeful, so lusty...
Corey jolted, his own cock spasming.
He had almost blacked out!
No! He had to live!
His cock jumped again, even more painfully hard than what should have burst it open!
If he was going to die, he might as well enjoy it...
He thrust his cock as hard as he could... the warm cock impaling him keeping him from making even a single moan.
He had to cum!
He had to cum while he was still awake to feel it!
He thrust as hard as possible, still unable to moan his agony... terror and desperation filling every cell in his body. Tears flowed from his eyes, falling away into oblivion.
He had only one prayer, one wish left... to cum while he was still awake... before he died...
Another moan from Grazz-Nal, in a tone of spite and bliss he could barely understand...
He jolted again... his cock burning agonizingly hard...
Oh, God, please! He had to cum!
His mind was numb from lack of air... the only thing he could think of was the giant warm, cock, making him gag, making his gags thrust his own cock so hard it burned...
Yes! His cock began thrusting on its own, so hard, so happy...
Thrusting in time to each pleasurable spasm of his throat, stuffed so enjoyably...
...and then he came!
Long pumps stretched his cock into painful hard pleasure, burning with agony like hellfire, cum flowing in a stream of pure, concentrated pleasure... flowing... flowing...
He choked so hard!
The cock was pulling out of his throat, the strain on his heart and lungs fading.
The gigantic warm, slick cockshead wrenched his jaw open painfully hard.
He coughed, and coughed, and coughed... his own glistening mucus landing on the dark stone floor beneath Grazz-Nal's clawed feet.
Air!
Sweet, pleasurable air cooling his lungs and burning throat!
Still holding him upside-down by his ankles, Grazz-Nal stomped forward, his metal tail scraping his throne.
One of his ankles was released, and then the other, sending him tumbling to the black, cold floor.
He sat up, dazed.
What would Grazz-Nal do to him now?
He looked up, to see the biggest, longest, girthiest, throbbing cock in the world... glistening beautifully with a slick coating of his own blood and saliva... already very lubricated... and above it, Grazz'Nal, gazing down at him with a scaley mouth full of shining metal fangs...
Though renewed fear ran through his mind, very fiber of his body so excited, so ready to begin again...
He stood up, his joints and throat and ass aching... and climbed onto the great, shining scaley, his arms hugging his strong, muscular back, hands gripping smooth spikes jutting from the spine. He slid down, the base of his tail meeting the base of Grazz'Nal's hard, slick cock.
He shivered with happiness... he was so ready this time...
His arms were seized, and Grazz'Nal pulled him up by his elbows... then let him slip in his grasp down to his wrists...
Yes! Now he was at just the right height to slide down Grazz'Nal's cock!
He lifted his tail and felt the warm, slick cock meet his asshole.
Grazz'Nal let him slip down on his cock... he pushed his paws against the idols' hips... then against Grazz'Nal's belly... the cock slipping into his ass, little-by-little.
Fresh, delicious pain throbbed as his ass was stretched once again. He meowed, wide-eyed, from the wonderful feelings... hot blood from his already abused ass oozing down the cock, lubricating it further... his asshole being torn open, so painful it felt like ecstacy... his aching balls being pushed from the inside, massaging them.. the cockshead slipping through his willing inner ring, popping into his intestines, pushing on his stomach...
There was no more. He had hilted it again!
He pushed off Grazz'Nal's hips... the base of the cockshead squeezing agonizingly through his inner ring... then playing with his pleasantly sore asshole... He sank down again, fresh tears welling in his eyes as his own weight forced Grazz'Nal's cock into his intestines with burning pain...
He lifted and lowered himself onto the cock with smooth motions. The cock wrenched its way through his burning ass and inner ring, then the back of the cockshead tore his ring out with burning pleasure...
Faster and faster... riding Grazz'Nal's cock as he roughly gripped his wrists... riding so hard his thighs nearly cramped... the cockshead rippling in and out through his inner ring... his insides throbbing with joyous agony, his happily abused inner ring burning with hot pain...
Every inch of his fur stood on end. His own cock was so painfully hard, it felt ready to burst. He couldn't help but shout and moan and cry with joy.
Every thrust and throb of Grazz'Nal's cock rippled pleasure through his ass. Grazz'Nal was panting, his breath like breezes of Hellfire.
Suddenly, Grazz'Nal's cock throbbed... and throbbed, and throbbed...
With a roar that echoed around the chamber like an earthquake, Grazz'Nal came, his harsh metal cock ramming itself into Corey's intestines more brutally than ever!
And then Corey came! His cock thrust in agonizing rapture, Grazz'Nals cock pushing against him so hard with each thrust he felt his own prostate squeeze in joyous pain... Grazz'Nal's climax was pumping his prostate, pumping cum through Corey's cock by sheer primal force!
Through tear-blurred eyes, he glimpsed cum flowing in long arcs that left long glistening ropes on Grazz'Nal's shining chest...
Slowly, Grazz'Nal's thrusts faded. The God's climax had ended.
Grazz'Nal lifted him up, the huge cockshead tearing its way out of Corey's bleeding ass... only to turn him around, facing the black-robed figures.
He lowered Corey's wrists to his hips, wrenching his arms down tightly.
Corey screamed involuntarily as the giant cock rammed into his ass... and Grazz'Nal started to buck into him as if he were just a toy...
and tore through his ass again...
and again...
and again...
* * * * *
Corey jolted awake.
He opened his eyes to a stained, threadbare fabric. He was rolling around a bare dirty mattress...
He moaned, shivering in pain. Pain burned in his and throat... his cock and balls... his prostate... his whole esophagus down to his stomach...
Oh God! What was going to happen to him now!?
His gaze drifted to the small, metal statues on the end tables...
He breathed a sigh of relief... he was in Stuart's guest room...
Looking over the statues, a certain cock caught his eye, attached to a certain snarling monster.
He felt a certain warm gratitude towards the God... his first time had been more amazing than he ever dreamed!
"You're Welcome, Mortal..." came an all-too-familiar distant voice...