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Day 11 - Corruption of the mind

"The death of a hero"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Noku

"C'mon, guys! Let's wrap this up!"

The foreman hurried his team, knowing they had been working more than the allowed time. A fat rhino with a big belly covered only by a vest, leaving the rest of his body exposed to dirt, oil, sweat, and many other substances. The twisted lips said how much he would prefer to be anywhere else but there, just like all the other miners working for a mediocre salary in that god-forsaken mine in the middle of nowhere.

"Remember to check your equipment. Prices have increased and you do NOT want to pay the tool replacement fee."

His warning was met with hatred and disgust from the miners, whose muttered insults didn't reach ears that were no longer working properly after years of listening to explosions.

Some were already leaving, while some others tried to do a little extra work before the rhino reached them. They all had a daily quote to fill to stop the foreman from making a scandal--and a personal quote too, their well-deserved prize to make up for the shitty payment.

Gemstones. They all looked for gemstones. Security wasn't extremely tight, and stealing one or two wasn't that complicated. Small gems, of course; those were easy to smuggle without being caught, either by security or thugs wondering how a simple miner could get their hands on something so precious. Taking something too big was a death sentence, even if it also represented a way out of that hellhole.

More than one tried their luck. Most of them ended up in the same hole. The lucky ones who got found. Others didn't have the same end.

That's why Obsidius doubted for a second, before snatching the green stone to put it in his crotch. His bulge was already big enough that he was stopped multiple times during his first days at work--and his cock exposed on each one of those encounters.

He knew how stupid that had been. Just the simple act of hiding the stone had forced him to move on with the smuggle. He couldn't get it out of his underwear, not with people already watching as he gathered his tools, and the foreman getting closer. He had to take it with him.

"Hurry up, ladies! I have a meal waiting for me at home!" The foreman insisted.

Someone made a joke about having a meal too, and another one replied a cock was not a meal. And they all laughed. Obsidius only giggled, doing what he could to act normally on his way out of the mine.

It was strange to see a bull act so... suspicious. Hunched like that, he still couldn't hide the 7-foot-tall beast he was, with ruby horns pointing forward, and muscles hard like diamonds. A black overall covered his body, the same one used by all the miners, with no shirt under it, leaving his sweaty biceps exposed. Aside from that, he wore a helmet with a lantern pointing down, illuminating not only the path but also a pair of boots that had seen better days.

He was a walking threat, even when his attitude said otherwise. No one really dared to mess with him nor get close enough to get to know him, a detail he actually was grateful for. The bull, after all, wasn't there for work. He came looking for the same green gemstone hidden next to his cock.

"A ritual, you said?" It was what he replied when he heard about it for the first time.

Supposedly, that kind of gemstone was the catalyst for an ancient ritual. Something about giving strange powers, although the info he got was very vague on what kind of ritual or powers it involved. It also didn't mention more about the society behind the ritual, besides where he could find the particular gemstone. Much to his disgrace, it was in a god-forsaken mine controlled by a crime syndicate.

Obsidian could have blasted in to take the gemstone with him if only he knew where to look for it. He tried the pacifist approach and requested an exploration under the premise an old temple was down below the tunnels, but that didn't work either. So he passed as a miner looking for a job, hoping to find the stone before anyone else.

And he did. And now that he was getting closer to the exit, Obsidian felt so stupid for not sticking to his plan. Hide it somewhere in the mine, then go pick it up after midnight while the guards shift turns. Once inside, he would be free to use his powers and fight his way out. It was so simple even a child could do it.

But after he saw the green gemstone stuck in the rock, the bull felt something... strange. An urge. He needed to hold it. He couldn't tell why. He just acted out of a whim, curious about how the cold stone felt in his big hands. And it was smooth, despite the many years trapped in the stone. Smooth and perfect, so much so that it reflected his image a million times inside of it. And it made him feel at peace.

Peace. Yes, he was at peace. The bull couldn't tell why, but carrying the stone in his briefs made him feel at peace. The sensation came as abruptly as when he took the stone and helped the bull to act normally before he got any more attention on himself.

It should have been uncomfortable. Painful, even. But the smooth stone slides left and right with the help of the sweat covering his cock and balls. It resulted in an indirect massage that stimulated his manhood, putting a smile on the giant stud who hadn't touched himself in weeks due to how awful and stressful that job was. Not only was it giving him some peace, but also bringing back his libido, with lewd fantasies involving the many miners walking in front and behind him.

Their sweaty bodies... musky pits... drooling maws... it was all so... so... so...

"Is that your pickaxe or you're just happy to see me?"

The armed bulldog at the mine's entrance stopped. His comment snapped him out of the trance and was met with a confused look. Obsidian couldn't get what was so funny until the giggling dog pointed down with his look. An embarrassing erection, right there in front of everyone. Between giggles and laughs, the bull hunched again with his hands making a poor attempt to hide his erection.

"Don't tell me you're missing when we searched in your underwear," the bulldog continued, provoking more laughs from the other miners.

"Hey! I have a package here that you could check!" Someone screamed from behind.

"I'm hiding two gemstones right here, foreman!" Another one followed up.

The foreman shushed those laughs, but that just made them worse. After working all day to make a rich asshole even richer, they deserve the chance to mock one of their colleagues.

Between the commotion, the bulldog stood on his toes to tell someone only Obsidian heard: "Look for me behind the trucks in two hours," and with a spank, he told the bull to keep moving.

He only walked away, trying to make sense of what just happened there. Not with the guard, but what he felt with the stone. Those images also carried a strong urge to fuck and obey...

"What is this stone?"

Despite his confusion, he got what he wanted. The bull escaped the mining camp that same night, leaving behind a bulldog hoping to have a good time...

He didn't get far from there. A trucker drove him to the nearest town, and he paid for a cheap hotel room with the money he got the day before. The downside of infiltrating the camp was that he went with no equipment or resources. Someone would pick him up in the morning, but until then, Obsidian had to stay there.

After checking no one had followed him, Obsidian let out the heaviest sigh of his life, with his head pressed against the wooden door. That personal mission wasn't supposed to last for two months, and now that he was out, the hero could finally go back to what he really cared about. But until then, he could have a decent rest, if only for one night.

Now that he was alone, he finally had the freedom to take the gemstone out of his briefs. He didn't dare to do it before, not until he knew he was safe. It was all slippery from the sweat and the musk had got into it, but Obsidian opted for a rest before inspecting the stone carefully. So he left it over the small desk in the tiny bedroom and dropped dead on the bed, falling asleep in a matter of seconds. The question around the strange gem could wait until the next morning...

Or so he thought. The bull woke up abruptly in the middle of the night. The lights were off. The digital clock over the nightstand blipped 02:19. He felt the discomfort from the work clothes, and the reek coming from him after not having taken a shower all day. He didn't want to get out of bed and rolled over the bed to order his body to get back to sleep. But the smell was a bother, and he couldn't just ignore it no matter how hard he tried.

Battling against the lethargy, he sat on the edge and yawned. He was too tired to take a shower, but the mattress had absorbed the reek already. And that's when he caught a glimpse of a shine coming off the desk to his right.

There it was, the gem, right where he left it. A ray of light sneaking through the closed curtain had hit it in the right angle, causing a small refraction that put small green dots on the wall next to the desk. Obsidian remembered he had work to do.

"November 11. Two twenty-five in the morning," he put his small and circular recorder on top of the desk. "I'm still in the Arcus system. I'm already in possession of the ritual gemstone. I was lucky enough not only to keep up my cover but also to escape from the mining camp without raising any suspicions. Right now I'm staying at a hotel waiting for Markif to pick me up in the morning. If things go smooth, the syndicate won't know about me until we're out of the system."

He looked at the stone. His hand trembled, lured by the idea of holding it again and feeling the soft, smooth, slippery surface like it did before. But he looked away for a moment to stop that impulse.

"The gem in question is similar in appearance to an emerald. It's incredibly clear and in extremely good shape, despite having been inside that rock for centuries. It's still a mystery how that happened, but I'm confident that a thorough study will unveil its secrets. If what Markif said is true, his notes on the civilization that used it for its rituals will be of great help."

"Unfortunately I couldn't find anything related to this civilization in the mines, and I wasn't allowed to descend further. While I don't discard the possibility a temple exists down below, without the proper team it will be impossible to discover it. Luckily, the low levels of security indicate the Syndicate doesn't know about it either, which is a good sign."

The ray of light kept hitting the stone. It looked so beautiful, with hundreds of tiny walls reflecting the light in all directions. It was magical, almost like a dream.

Obsidian sat down and leaned his head sideways, captivated by the show of lights that kept changing with each passing second. It was like having a small disco ball, except it was shaped irregularly and was green instead of white. It was still beautiful to look at. A true natural wonder of unnatural origin.

"I'll... I'll proceed to inspect the gem..."

His hand trembled. He didn't want to. Something in that beauty was dangerous, almost like the colorful feathers of a feral animal whose venomous bite would put down the massive beast. That peace it offered was nothing else but a trick to fool its victim. But he couldn't resist the need to hold it.

The smoothness. It was addictive. He couldn't explain why. It just felt... right. No gemstone should have that finish. Obsidian held it firmly and moved his thumb over one side. The abnormality of its surface is what had the bull perplexed, his mind unable to find an explanation, or at least, an excuse. But what should have been frustrating became a simple question, the bull already pacified by the touch of the smooth surface. So soft. So clean. So... beautiful.

"I do not feel anything particularly weird about it. It is unknown what kind of role this type of stone played in the ritual, if it's true it embeds someone with power."

His speech was getting slower. The slumber was coming back, but not because he felt sleepy. The gem. Its glow. Its colors. Its beauty. He saw himself reflected in it. His mind. The light reflected and bounced in all directions, a beautiful show made to thrill and appease his psyche.

"It is... pretty."

The smoothness played against him, and the gem slippered from his grasp after clenching harder than he should. It drew an arc before falling on the ground and rolling away from him.

Obsidian snapped out of it and shook his head. His peace and tranquility from seconds ago turned into dread from what he could only describe as having his brain being sucked out of his head. He even held his head with both hands afraid it wasn't there.

"What the fuck was that?!" Obsidian yelled.

He saw the gem on the ground. No light was reaching it, yet a glow came from inside of it, and it got progressively stronger with each passing second. Calling the bull. Telling him to approach. Tempting him to keep looking. To keep staring. To keep sinking...

The beating of a heart played in his ears, and the bull hunched down under the massive weight of an invisible force on his back. Devious fantasies assaulted his head. One after another, images of naked males in suggestive positions played before his eyes. Males of all kinds of species, each one of them tempting Obsidian to put aside his values and surrender to selfish pleasure.

"What is this?" He cried, his hands pressed hard against a head he felt about to explode.

His pitiful attempts to escape from the room failed before he even tried. His legs didn't listen, and he had no strength left to crawl away. And the pressure over him, crushing his spirit with each beating from the invisible heart.

"Get... out... of... my head!"

He threw a punch to the ground, begging for the pain to make him snap out of it. But it didn't work. The pressure continued. The heart kept beating. And the cursed, lustful images played faster and faster.

His bodies. His voices. His moans. The throbbing cocks waiting for him. The pleasure, oh, the glorious pleasure. Obsidian saw their hands taking off his dirty clothes to tend to and care for his sore and exhausted body. The gracious touch of a dozen angels sent down from Heaven to heal him. Such delicacy was new to him, an experience words alone couldn't explain.

But his mind refused to fall for it. "No... get away from me!" He screamed, waving his hands in the air. His grip on reality was weakened by the influence of the glowing gem a few feet away from him. "Leave me alone!"

The heart kept beating. The force kept crushing him. Obsidian fought with all his strength, and the more he struggled, the more his mind succumbed to the mind-controlling effect of the glowing gem. His resistance corroded like acid the consciousness he so desperately tried to defend.

Unknowingly to him, Obsidian had become his own executioner tightening the noose around his neck.

The devious images continued tempting the grieving bull, corrupting his values and principles. Lascivious acts deprived of morality called Obsidian to submit, to abandon who he once was, and embrace the lust and debauchery.

Already naked, he crawled like a dog to grab the gem and crush it, smash it on the ground, and release himself from this nightmare. His cock throbbed at the pace of the heart. Each beat smashed his mind harder and harder, threatening to break the mold that was his head.

Loud moans. Begging voices. Cries of pain and pleasure. And the absolute certainty he had never felt a pleasure so intense ever before. Wolves, foxes, dragons, rabbits, crocodiles; a few seconds stretched into an eternity, and the bull experienced the pleasure of being with each and every one of them. Their kisses, their caresses, their bodies sweating on top of him, the tightness of a virgin hole, the warmth from a wet mouth, and so many, many more feelings that invited Obsidian to abandon the morality that was stopping him from living those moments forever.

And he cried. He cried in desperation for not having the strength to fight back. He cried for the impotence of being tempted by those sickening images. He cried when his mind embraced those devious fantasies that killed his principles and left him a slave of his desires.

Lust and pleasure corrupted who once was a valiant hero. And with the death of his morality, the gem twisted his perception of reality, propelling the bull into the dark side that he had once fought against with courage and gallantry.

He reached the gemstone. But he didn't smash it. Instead, he stared deep into it, captivated by the beauty of the mind-controlling stone put in that mine for him to find it.

The door opened, and Obsidian immediately stood up as commanded by the gem. Naked and with his cock fully erect, he greeted the blue crocodile that had come there to pick up his reward. A steel collar around his neck sealed his alliance with the mastermind pulling the strings from the shadows.

"Shall we go?" The crocodile asked.

And the bull followed him obediently.