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Blood ran hot down his jaw, steaming as it pooled around him. The deep winter night seemed so far and away, the frost biting my nose forgotten as I stared up at the monster that cast his shadow over me. A beast like a werewolf, hunched on digitigrade legs with a back and arms bristling with fur and muscle, arms and paws almost too big for its massive form. Its head resembled a crocodile’s, covered in the same fur with two corkscrew horns curling off the back of it. Blood matted his fur in a cascade; all of it belonged to Randy, who lay dead on the ground, throat ripped open.

I’d be lying if my landlord’s sudden death at the hands of this horrible monster bothered me much.

The creature’s large, yellow eyes locked with mine and kept me frozen in place. I had come out here, dreading the worst, as my landlord described some kind of alternative to being ejected from my home in the middle of winter. I was two months late on my rent and desperate enough to do whatever Randy said. Neither of us heard the beast coming, it simply came. I assumed I was next.

The beast turned and spat out a wad of tissue stuck between his teeth. “Ugh, taste foul.” His voice was guttural and strained, like a deep-voiced smoker speaking from the bottom of their throat. He said to me, “I don’t know how you can see me, but forget you saw me.”

“Y-you you’re not going to eat me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“N-no!” I almost yelped. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My landlord was dead. I might not need to worry about my rent for some time, but it wasn’t like I’d be inheriting the four unit building I lived in.

Before I even opened my eyes, something large bumped my chest. His muzzle. He sniffed me. I did yelp this time, starting and falling back into the snow.

He cocked his head. “Why are you aroused?”

Oh no no no. Not now. My landlord interrupted my nightly masturbation session with his surprise visit. I may or may not have had some deviant tastes involving monsters and blood. Long as I didn’t look at the corpse a few feet away from me… and my adrenaline!

“I’m scared!” I snapped. “My blood was p-pumping and I don’t know—bodies are stupid and can’t tell the difference and—”

“Heh, sure kid. Go back inside. I’m gonna clean this up.”

“W-why did you kill him?”

“Because the only way to expel a demon back to Tartarus is to kill their body,” he said as he turned to the corpse. “Go back inside. You don’t want to watch this next part.”

I listened to him, running to my apartment door, hands too jittery to get the key into the deadbolt until I took a second to shut my eyes and just breathe. Once I threw open the door the blast of my heater made me sigh in relief. I shut my door, locked it as if that would stop some nine-foot tall abomination, and went to the bathroom to run a hot bath. I don’t know why a bath seemed needed. It was like when I was so hungover I vomited on myself on the bus to work. The extremely sickening and mortifying ordeal made me go straight home, run a bath, and stay hunkered in it until I couldn’t feel embarrassed anymore.

My erection had disappeared by the time I slipped into the tub. I closed my eyes, put a podcast on my phone, and just tried to focus on it and the sound of running water. I’d wake up tomorrow and it’d be a nightmare. A terrible, surreal nightmare.

“So what’s your name?”

I screamed, knocking my phone off the side of the tub as I started. Water splashed everywhere, my phone bounced across the tile floor, and he stood hunched halfway inside my tiny bathroom.

I grabbed the shower curtain and yanked it close. “How did you get in here?”

I saw his silhouette shrug. “Doors and walls aren’t much of a barrier for me. Didn’t mean to sneak up on you, I tried to say I was coming in but I guess you didn’t hear me over your phone.”

Men laughing at one of their co-host doing some silly voice reminded me of the podcast still playing. Somehow embarrassed at this, I reached under the curtain. My hand flailed about until some large, clawed digit gently nudged my phone into my hand. I snatched it and turned the podcast off, setting the phone on top of the nearby toilet.

“Please don’t call the cops, okay?”

“I won’t, just—what are you doing here?”

“I was curious,” the beast said. “I’m not used to folks seeing me while I work, and I got a few hours before my next job is due. Also, really, don’t call your cops about your landlord. Far as most folks go, he never existed.”

I slid my curtain open enough so we could look at each other. “Excuse me?”

His brow furrowed. “This is all news to you, huh?”

I just stared at him.

“Weird. Well, my name is Sisyphus, and you are…”

“Mike—uh, Michel? No, Mike is fine. Sisyphus… that’s uhhh, boulder guy, right?”

Sisyphus covered his mouth as if it might hide his very loud snort. He swallowed his laughter and said, “Sure, I’m the boulder guy. Nice to meet you, Mike. Hate to break it to you, but something is wrong with you.”

“Um… what do you mean?”

“I mean humans shouldn’t see me or remember the people I devour.”

My eyes went wide. “You ate my landlord?”

“I told you not to stick around for a reason.” His jaws were still matted with blood. In the bathroom light I saw that he had a thick, shaggy coat of grey fur. His eyes, which had slit pupils, were yellow like an old book. He wore no clothes, which was becoming increasingly harder to ignore. I almost pulled the shower curtain back to hide my blush, but that would just give my shyness away. He said into my silence, “Anyways, doesn’t really matter to me what is going on with your identity, not my job to know why or to report it. I just need you to not mention your landlord, anything about me, or about this night to anyone. If you blab your mouth it might cause a wrinkle, and then we’ll both be in trouble.”

I nodded dumbly.

“Heh, you’re kinda cute, you know?”

Cute? I tugged my shower curtain close to hide my face again. I glared down at my cock, which was starting to stiffen under the water.

“Um… It okay I’m still here?” he asked with as much concern as his bestial voice must have been able to muster. “You can just tell me to leave and I can let you get back to your bath.”

Dammit. Now of all things I felt bad. I opened the shower curtain again and said, “Sorry, I just… I… this is a lot? This is definitely a lot. I… don’t mind you being here.”

“Oh, good,” Sisyphus said. “Then can I hang out here for a bit? It’s been centuries since I’ve been able to talk to someone and it not be about work.”

“Sure?” the word felt strange in my mouth. Sisyphus sidled into the bathroom and sat on the floor. Even sitting cross-legged, he had to cram himself into the space, his horns dangerously close to scratching my bathroom mirror. I sat up a bit more in the tub, tried to act a little more relaxed. This close I could smell him: a scent of damp earth, blood, and something more pungent under that.

Sisyphus fingered the corner of my shower curtain. “Is this really necessary? I’ve already seen you naked, and well, I’m not wearing anything, either.”

My eyes flicked down to my traitorous dick. Why was I so fucking hard? I forced a fake looking smile. “I’d rather keep it closed.”

“Fair enough. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I, uh, appreciate it…”

We sort of sat there in silence after that. He studied my bathroom, which was pretty unremarkable, and almost knocked over my bottle of shaving cream when he turned his head to look over my cluttered counter. “So, uh… this your first time seeing a shade?”

“Yes, definitely. Are you, um, the real Sisyphus or is that just—”

“The one and only,” he said with a toothy little grin. “Though, my punishment was more metaphorical in the myth. My boulder is hunting down other escapees from Tartarus.”

“So you’re like a bounty hunter.”

“I guess, so, though I don’t get vacations. Just the occasional break if I’m ahead of schedule, like now.”

He leaned forward as he spoke. He seemed so cheerful and friendly I had a hard time reminding myself that he ate my landlord not twenty minutes ago. Though, Sisyphus didn’t look full. His stomach still appeared trim as his waistline, coated in lush fur matted in some places in blood, a little drop of which went down to his…

“You know, some people think it’s rude to stare.”

“I’m sorry!” I squeaked, yanking the curtain closed again.

“Oh come on,” Sisyphus said with a dramatic sigh. He tugged the curtain open and said, “You can look. You can even touch if you want.”

Blushing down to my neck, I asked, “Touch?”

He gestured to my dick. “God knows why you’re interested in a monster like me, but it’s not exactly hard to see.”

I said, “I… I know I’m a freak.”

“Hey, at least, you’re not this.”

“You just gestured to all of you.”

“Exactly,” Sisyphus said. He got up, and I noticed his horns just phased through the ceiling. “Since I died, I’ve only ever been touched by demons trying to kill me or Furies flaying me for not doing my job. So let me make you a deal: I’ve got an hour before I have to leave, so I’ll be waiting in your bedroom. You want to touch me, all you have to do is go in there and do it. If not, just ignore me and in an hour I’ll be gone forever.”

He gave me a curt nod, turned around, and just walked through the wall towards my bedroom. He sported a muscular, firm butt with a short, deer-like tail that I honestly found adorable.

From down the hall I heard my bedframe groan under Sisyphus’ massive weight.

He was serious. I couldn’t believe it. Such a simple invitation… how could any of this be real?

“Question it later,” I grumbled to myself. Right now I had a hot monster offering themselves to me and a one hundred percent chance this wouldn’t be real when I woke up. Tracking water through my apartment, I stormed into my bedroom and threw on the lights.

Sisyphus sat on the foot of the bed, surprised to see me. “Huh, that was faster than I thought.”

“It wasn’t that hard a choice,” I said before crossing the room to him, but I hesitated. At any moment I expected to wake up from this strange dream. I reached out my hand, biting my lip and shutting my eyes. My palm rested on his nose. Real fur, soft and very warm.

“What is this, how to train your dragon?”

I flinched away, but asked, “How do you know about—”

“Movies and TV are about the only way to entertain myself when I’ve got a moment,” Sisyphus said, reaching out to me. His paw closed around my waist and he brought me close. “I can’t touch people I can’t see, and it’s depressing to spend time around humans when you can’t do anything to them. But you…” he nuzzled into my neck and took a deep breath. “You smell good.”

“I, ah, thank you?”

He released me, his digits now just roving up and down my back. “God, I’ve missed touching someone so much.”

I steeled myself and climbed into his lap, pulse racing as I pressed myself up against his torso. I felt his chest rumble with his growl as he hugged me to him. My dick rubbed through his fur. It was soft… softer than I expected, some of it still matted in blood. Which turned me on in ways I wasn’t even ready for. I nuzzled into his neck like he did me, then kissed his jaw. “You smell good, too,” I whispered. That pungent scent, buried under the other smells on him, was musk. I bit my bottom lip as he wrapped his paws around my butt, claws pressing in against my flesh. He huffed, head hanging over my shoulder. We started dry humping into each other, becoming nothing but flesh grinding on fur. Our bodies one, slow machine that worked up and down. My cock pressed against his muscular abdomen, and something hot started pushing up against my rear.

Sisyphus actually whined. Like a dog waiting, wanting a treat, he whined. He said, “I’ve not… oh God, oh Mike…”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tight a moment before I said, “Want to lie back for me?”

Something about that whine got to me. Paranormal horrors I might not have had much experience with, but domming needy boys I considered an innate talent.

I got him to let me go. Sisyphus was so big his legs still hung off the bed, even as he took most of it lying backwards. That was fine, though. I slipped down to my knees and opened his legs. Perched at the very edge of the bed were his balls, covered in smoky grey fur. Given how big he was, their size did not disappoint here. I shuffled closer, putting my hand to one. A single nut filled my whole palm, and made Sisyphus jump a little when I touched it. He did not stop my exploration, however, as I hefted the nut, fascinated by its size and weight and warmth. My face hovered closer and closer till all I smelled were his balls. That pungent musk was stronger than ever. It made my dick ache. I’d probably only need a few strokes to cum at this point, but I had my hands full hefting both massive testes.

I kissed them, before nuzzling each one, trying to rub their scent into my skin. I made a muffled moan into one before I licked it. So good. A mouthful of fur didn’t stop me from tasting the pungent and bitter musk. Powerful pheromones left me wanting. I started to lick and suck, matting the fur in my drool as I savored Sisyphus’ taste. All the while, he kept cutely gasping. I’m not even sure when I started licking up to his sheath. I only noticed when something hot rubbed my forehead.

Peeking like half-opened lipstick, a spade cock, deep red in color, was firming up in front of me. I touched it, huffing while Sisyphus squirmed. The canine-like dick spilled out the sheath, now halfway out and throbbing. The scent here was saltier, more acrid. I licked his meat, shuddering as that flavor flooded my palate. God… It was love at first taste. I practically saw stars with the swirl of salt, bitter smokiness, and raw masculinity I let rub up and down my tastebuds. I licked down to his sheath and, curious, pinched the skin there so I could force my tongue inside it. A stronger cocktail of dick, stewed in its juices, almost made me gag, but my taboo tastes overrode whatever logic might question this. I wriggled my tongue deeper between that wall of flesh and spire of virility. Sisyphus was cursing, but I barely noticed, too busy worshiping him. While I held him still at the base, my other hand started pumping up and down his shaft. My fingers became coated in a sticky layer of precum, but I didn’t stop licking at his base until it started to swell.

I backed off a bit, blinking, as I watched the base of his cock expand. A bulb slowly blossomed out his sheath as Sisyphus continued rolling his hips so my hand kept moving up and down his shaft. He had dug his claws into my sheets, head thrown back and babbling, “Oh fuck… oh God… I’m so close… so close…”

His spade tip was firing heavy jets of pre across his stomach now, thicker than any of my loads had been. Biting my lip, I let go of his cock. Sisyphus cried out. He reached for his shaft, but I caught his paw. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the desperate monster on my bed. His tongue, thick and spongy like a croc’s, hung from his mouth, drooling. His body was all coiled tension. He looked pained. He could have batted my hand aside, but he didn’t.

“Mike… please…” he quietly begged.

“Patience, pup,” I whispered. He whined, but listened, his paw falling at his side. I stroked his thigh, “Good boy.” His canid cock twitched at my praise. I smirked and asked, “You like being a good boy, don’t you?”

He just nodded.

“Use your words, pup.”

“Y-yes, I’m, ah, a good boy.”

I have to admit, I was probably as close as Sisyphus. It was tempting to mount his lap, press our cocks together, and frot till we both finished. But that spade tip, glistening with its fluids, called to me.

I climbed on top of the bed, spreading my legs around his waist in a crouch. I reached back and lined his dick up with my entrance. Sisyphus watched me, wide-eyed. Hot precum squirted across my butt, making me gasp. I took a deep breath, then told him, “I know you’re close, pup, but I want you to hold it for me, okay? Don’t finish until I get all of you inside me, alright?”

“I’ll t-try.”

“That’s a good pup.”

His tip was made for forcing its way inside tunnels like mine. I was a pretty shameless size-queen, and while I didn’t have toys quite as big as Sisyphus, mine were pretty close. So when I felt his spade wedge itself against my rim, I only took a deep breath before forcing myself back. We both groaned as his cock punched inside. It burnt a little, getting stretched so wide without some amount of prep first, but my entrance quickly adjusted. Sisyphus practically sizzled inside me, and I felt his pulse racing through his rod. He spewed more precum, each slick shot like a squirt of lube. I took another breath, grit my teeth, and forced him deeper. Fullness, wonderful and numbing, started spreading through me. My prostate got smashed by his spade, which left a wonderful pulsing pressure working up and down my cock. Pleasure made me quiver and shake. I planted a hand on his abdomen, fingers curling into thick tufts of fur.

“Fuck… you’re big…”

Sisyphus sat up a little. “Are you, mmph, okay?”

I nodded. “Don’t worry about me.” I clenched on his invader to emphasize I still had control of things. He squirmed when I did. I said to buy myself some time to adjust, “Tell me how I feel, pup.”

“Tight… and warm, ah.”

“G-go on.”

“You’re so soft…” Sisyphus whispered, chest tight, clearly holding back an orgasm. “I… I…” he whined, “I didn’t know a boy could feel this good…”

“You want to feel better?”

“Yes! Please! I-I’m so close, Mike…”

My thighs trembled and burned from this position. All while he spoke, Sisyphus spilled more and more precum inside me. Enough I was starting to feel a little bloated. I tried to cast that all aside. I still wanted his knot inside me. I shut my eyes and plunged down hard as I could. Those last remaining inches ploughed up inside me—practically knocked the wind out of me, as I seated myself on his knot. Sisyphus howled, now sitting up to grab onto me. His cock, which had left a small outline in my stomach, jumped before the first thick gouts of seed flooded me, filled me. Sisyphus held me tight, whining, gasping and groaning. Cum quickly started leaking out my abused asshole, heavy beads dripping across his knot. I smelled it. My world spun, I felt my dick twitch against Sisyphus stomach, but no seed soaked into his fur. I got thrown over the edge, but I was too fucked full, prostate too crushed to clench and make me properly cum. I fired blanks, gasping and groaning as Sisyphus’ paws closed around my butt. I felt pressure begin to build up against my entrance, my asshole caving in. He was still trying to knot me.

I was incoherent. The pressure, the heat of his cum as it sloshed and spilled from my ruined hole, left me in too much of a state to tell him to stop. I’d never tell him to stop. I hugged him tight, as if his eruption might blast me off his lap. My rim burned, spread more and more, reaching some kind of apex, then—

Sisyphus bit my shoulder. Sharp teeth, a dozen of them, tore into my skin. I screamed as, at the same time, his knot slammed inside me. He moaned, sound muffled by my skin. I felt his tongue wriggling on my flesh, and realized he was tasting me. The pain, the tasting, the massive stretching, all of it translated into some sort of warped ecstasy. I shuddered and saw stars, my scream dying to whimpers and moans as I quaked against my lover. We held each other tight, as I felt fuller and fuller. The initial violence of Sisyphus’ orgasm had died down, but still he leaked cum inside me. My stomach swelled with it, looking gravid with his young, his spunk bubbling inside me. My cock, pressed between his stomach and my swollen one, continued to pulse and twitch, without the ability to fire off any of its own seed. It would limply leak from my tip after all this finished. If it ever finished.

Sisyphus released his maw from me. He looked at his bite mark and whined. “Shit, I’m sorry, Mike. I didn’t mean—”

“I, ah, liked it,” I whispered. “F-fucking hell…”

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” I groaned. I was almost melodramatic enough to say I felt like I was dying, but I didn’t want to send him into a panic. My body just carried that deep fatigue and exhaustion that came with such an intense sequence of sensations. “How… how long till the knot…”

“Uh… I don’t know?”

I groaned and managed to shove myself back a little so I could look him in the eyes. “You don’t know?”

He still looked horrendously guilty and worried. “I’m sorry! I’ve never done this before.”

“Hnng, fucking virgins,” I complained.

“I don’t want to—”

“Shut up and lie back,” I ordered. “You’re going to hold me close, and we’re going to sleep.”

“Sleep?”

“Yeah…” I said, admittedly very out of it, “sleep.”

“Okay, sleep. Fine.”

He laid back onto the bed, settling onto his side and cradling me close. I took a deep breath of his scent, soothed and sedated.

He whispered in my ear, “I won’t be able to stay once my knot goes down—”

“It’s fine,” I said with a belabored sigh. “Just come back when you can.”

“C-come back? You actually want to see me again?”

“Mmm, I want to do this… again and again.”

He pecked me on the head in a rough approximation of a kiss. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you will.”

“I will. I want to get to know you better, too.”

I felt myself drifting off. I quietly mumbled, “Good… we can do dates and stuff. You like pizza bagels? I love pizza bagels…”

“Shhh… sleep…” he cooed, gently stroking my back. The paw pads stroking smoothly along my skin was the last thing I remembered of that night.

***

I woke alone in bed. At first I lay there, trying to take stock of last night. The lights were out, but early morning sunshine crept through my blinds. My comforter had been pulled over me. I sat up and looked at my shoulder. I didn’t see any bite marks there, and, despite the obvious abuses I suffered last night, I did not ache in places I should.

Was it really just a dream?

Of course, what else could something like that be?

Still, I wanted to believe otherwise. I went to my bathroom. My phone still waited on the toilet, blinking in alarm it was about to die. The bathtub, though, had been drained. I left it and went into my living room, which connected to the kitchen with only a counter separating it. No evidence of Sisyphus being here. You think his claws and weight would have left some mark on my cheap vinyl floors, but no.

I had to accept it was just some strange but very good dream. I felt a little sad, but moping wouldn’t solve my unemployment, my looming bills, or the grumbling in my stomach. I went to the fridge and got down a box of cereal on top of it. I opened the door to grab some milk and—

What in the hell?

The day before, I bought groceries, including a full gallon of milk. I had stripped the last of my bank account on food. In the place of where I put my milk was a sheet of paper with large, clumsy marking writing on it:

“Sorry, I was really thirsty last night. Randy’s wallet is over with your keys, should be some cash in there. I healed you so you wouldn’t hurt today. If I’m quick I should have time to see you tonight. Yours—Sisyph—”

The name trailed off from there, Sisyphus unable to fit his full name on the bottom of the paper. I shut the fridge door, staring at the note. He really was real, and he really was going to come back and see me. The note crumpled as it closed in my fist.

“That jerk drank all my milk.”