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I silently mouthed the name of my victim as I watched him strut into the YMCA men’s locker room, practicing his name the way he’d said it to me himself. I knew I was getting it right—it felt like my lips were moving through syrup, making friction against reality. I watched him surreptitiously in the mirror over by the sink. I watched as he confidently stripped off his sweaty clothes, stuffing them into a free locker. I watched him stretch, unashamed by his own nudity, and strut over to the large, open shower.
He looked at me, but clearly didn’t remember who I was, or what he had done to cross me.
I was ready, I had prepared for this moment.
We were the only two left in the humid, musky locker room, and it was unlikely that anyone else would come in for a good while.
He deserved this.
I walked over to his locker and quietly pulled out his sweaty boxers. I turned them inside out and laid them flat on the bench so that the crotch was centered. I pulled out my pocket knife and pricked my finger so that I could use my blood to trace the appropriate symbols and patterns onto the fabric. I began speaking, feeling my lips catch at the air as the invocation oozed from my mouth and through the cracks I was making in reality.
“Razalel, Prince of Demons, He of the Obsidian Skin, Bringer of Lust, I entreat thee:
Send to me thy General, to the circle already prepared, so that he may take vengeance upon my foe.
Bring to my foe unrestrained lust and mindlessness.
Let him be broken.
Let him be enslaved.
Let him be set free.
Alvarat meus falastra,
menus nominae farat: Callum Lavigne.”
My blood flashed on the fabric, and the symbols all started to boil, steam rising away as my blood sank down into the fabric, vanishing from sight. I left his locker open, and his boxers sitting on the bench. It wasn’t as if he’d even be able to remember which locker was his when this was over. I grinned and positioned myself so that I could watch what was about to happen in the large, group shower in the mirror…
“What tha—” I muttered, my eyes darting around the edges of the shower room. I could swear I had just seen light flash there, like a ring of symbols or something, but there was nothing there. I shrugged and put my head back under the steaming water to rinse away the rest of my shampoo. When I pulled my head free, I gasped and let out an embarrassing yell of fright. A man was standing in front of me, leaning against the wall. He was naked, his dark, black skin smooth until you got to the thick, curly pubes over his… I blushed and pulled my eyes back up to meet the man’s eyes. I couldn’t believe that I had just been staring at this guy’s huge dong.
Damn, it was huge. My eyes dropped again, just for a moment, to confirm what I already knew to be true.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, child,” he said in a deep, rumbling voice, his accent one that I couldn’t place, as he stepped forward and turned on the shower directly next to me. The whole room was free. Why did he have to be right next to me?
“I’m not scared,” I protested, bristling at being called child by some stranger. “I just didn’t hear you come in…” I trailed off as I noticed his skin from a closer vantage point. His skin was dark, but his body was also covered with a complex web of tattoos in an even darker ink. They seemed to stand out even more as the water ran over them, making his flesh glisten. His muscles were defined, like a swimmer’s would be, and the dark symbols curved and stretched over each ridge. Even though he wasn’t particularly bulky, he was tall—I was eye level with his nipples, I realized as my eyes traced the symbols that surrounded his stiff, dark, nubs.
“My mistake,” he thundered, taking a step closer to me. I could feel heat radiating from his body. I could see steam rising from his skin. I looked up at his face to see him grinning down at me with his pointed teeth. Pointed, like a vampire’s fangs. My heart started to race, and I dropped my gaze only to find it settling back on his cock.
His dark, glistening cock.
His symbol covered cock.
His swelling cock.
I watched, mesmerized, as it started to expand, lengthening and widening, the tip inches away from my own erection. I gasped, realizing that I had gotten hard in front of this guy.
“What the fuck is…” I began, watching his huge shaft start to rise, and rise. As it ascended, the head of his cock brushed along the length of my own rigid cock, and I trailed off in a wanton moan of pleasure.
“Shhhh, don’t think. Just relax and enjoy the inevitable, child,” he growled seductively.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice louder than it should have been, my eyes darting around his body, not sure where to settle.
“I am called Mister Allcock,” he answered, reaching out to sweep my dripping hair back out of my face.
“What are you doing?” I asked frantically, my voice coming out in nearly a whisper.
“Don’t think about that. Don’t think about anything. Just feel good and think about my penis,” he instructed, reaching out to place his hands on my hips. He slid them up, slowly, lightly, toward my armpits. The sensation made me shudder in his arms, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, my cock jerking and leaking between my legs. His hands slid up over my shoulders, and then he started pushing. I didn’t fight it, I let him push me to my knees. When they met the tiles of the shower, I looked back up at him and gasped again. His dark eyes gleamed with lusty mischievousness, and one of his fangs was exposed by his lopsided grin. Hovering in the air between us was his cock. My vision refocused, and I found myself face to face, so to speak, with a cock for the first time. My eyes traced every inch of the dark shaft, every vein, every arcane symbol. I noticed a drop of precum starting the slow journey down his shaft, and I wanted to lick it up.
“I… I should go!” I cried out, making a weak attempt to get to my feet. He rested the fingertips of one hand on my shoulder, gently, and that was all it took to keep me in place. I moaned in defeat, and he chuckled, grabbing the base of his cock with his other hand and swinging it back and forth in front of my face.
“You really should,” he rumbled his agreement. “You should be running far and fast.” He swung his cock and leaned forward, slapping me across the face with it.
“Ohhhh, Mister Allcock, please!” I cried out. Even I didn’t know whether I was begging for more, or objecting, or begging for my freedom. I didn’t know what I wanted.
“Please,” he mimicked, sliding his cock around my face. The smell of it was driving me crazy, overwhelming me as I eagerly panted it in.
“Unhhhhhh,” I vocalized as I felt something snap inside my brain. I pressed my face against his cock, nuzzling it, my eyes closed as I surrendered.
“There you go,” he said, backing away and patting my cheek gently. “You’re going to enjoy this. Just relax,” he said, stepping around behind me.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I slurred, going red when I realized that my tone had made it obvious that I wanted him to do it. I found myself starting to lean forward, getting on all fours so that I could present my ass to him.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, and then grabbed my hair and pulled me back onto my knees. “But not your ass. I’m going to fuck your brain.”
“M-my brain?” I asked, not understanding. How could you fuck a brain?
“Shhhh, don’t worry about it. You won’t be able to think about it for much longer, anyway.” He put his hands on either side of my head and held it in place. I felt the tip of his cock press against the base of my skull, slick with his precum, and flinched, my body squirming even though he held my head stationary, pushing forward with his hips, pressing his cock against that spot. Harder. Harder. Harder,
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” I chanted as I felt an odd sensation around the pressure his cock was applying. “Oh my…” I began as I felt the back of my skull give way—not like it was tearing, but rather like it was opening somehow. “GONK!” I finished stupidly, my eyes crossing, as the tip of his cock punched against the inside of the front of my skull, right above my eyes. As his cock tore through my brain, pleasure tore through my body. I had already been horny, but now my cock was bouncing and obscenely engorged. He pulled out until just the tip was inside me, tickling the back of my brain.
“Shh, just relax and think about my penis,” he repeated, moving his hips in little circles, teasing my brain with the head of his cock. My nipples stiffened, and precum was dripping from my bouncing erection down to the tile floor of the shower. It all felt so good that disobeying didn’t even occur to me. My head filled with thoughts of his penis, of that beautiful, massive, dark penis that had been pressed against my face just moments ago. That penis that smelled so good. That penis that was fucking my brain.
“Mister Allcock! Your PENIS!” I nearly screamed the last word as his cock seemed to squish through my brain and press it into the front of my skull cavity. He withdrew to just the tip again.
“Y-your penis!” I cried out again, anticipating another thrust, wanting it, my cock gushing in anticipation. “Your PENIS!” I cried out again, my body quivering, as his cock thrust through my brain to pin the word in place on the back of my forehead in a slightly different spot.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He drawled as he slowly withdrew. It Was so hard to think, my mind felt… Mushy…
“Feels good!” I agreed, because it did, and I couldn’t think of any reason not to confess that to him. “Your penis! Feels… Your PENIS!” He gripped the sides of my head harder and ground his pelvis against the back of my skull. I could feel his cock sliding around through my brain, dragging the thought of penis around. “Pppppppeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssss,” I droned idiotically as the word was dragged across the inner surface of my skull.
“Good boy,” he said, withdrawing until the tip of his cock was once again resting at the base of my skull. “Keep thinking about penis. Fun fact, every man out there has a penis.” He was right. I’d seen some of them, I could remember that. I couldn’t remember the context around those sightings, or who the men were, but I remembered their penises.
“Peeeenis… Peeenis… PENIS!” He thrust violently through my brain, catching the word and pounding it into place before withdrawing again.
I’d watched a lot of porn, before. It was straight porn, but the guys in it had penises. It was more fun to think about those, because their penises had been hard. I kept picturing them fucking… fucking… I couldn’t remember who the men had been fucking.
“Peeenis… Peeeeenis… Peeenis… PENIS!” He thrust again, at a different angle, driving the word into another new spot.
All that porn, all those men fucking. Their penises, so hard, leaking, dripping, glistening, squirting. But who had they been fucking? I kept picturing all those men with their hard cocks, clear as day, but couldn’t remember any other details.
“Peeennniiiisssss… Peeennniiisss… PENIS! Peennnniiiissss… PENIS! Peeennniisss… Peeennniiiisssss… PENIS!” It’s like he was trying to hit me from every direction, to slide his cock through as much of my brain as he could, and to plaster that word to as many surfaces inside my skull as possible.
I didn’t know who they had been fucking, and I felt a desperate need to picture someone getting fucked by these men, so I did the only thing I could, I put myself into that position. Suddenly the men were driving their huge, glistening dicks into my mouth, or into my ass, filling me with penises.
I love penises!
He thrust into my skull again, and as he reduced another part of my brain to mush, I lost control.
“Peeeennn—Unnnnnhhhhhh—PEEEEEEE—UHHHHHHHHHH–PEEEENNNNNIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS” I trailed off into squealing as pleasure exploded from my head and throughout my body, my own cock jerking and pumping out a load of cum that streaked across the shower floor only to be swept away by rivulets of steaming water from the showers.
“There we go,” he said, laughing, and adjusted his grip on my skull. He stepped back a little so that I was on my knees, bowed backwards, held up only by his grip on my skull. He thrust upward and pulled my head downward onto his dick at the same time, slamming into my brain. He withdrew and slammed home again, guiding my head up and down. He was picking up speed, violently fucking my brain into pudding, and all I could do was let out moans, grunts, and incoherent, idiotic sounds, only occasionally managing to articulate the word “penis.”
It all felt so good. It felt better than… There was nothing else. Just this. Just penis, and pleasure.
“Time to pump that dumb brain of yours full of cum,” he said, gripping tighter, thrusting harder, moaning himself as his penis started to swell up, thicker, thicker, thicker, until cum exploded through my brain and everything went white. Everything was pleasure. My cock was firing a second load onto the tiles, and my eyes had rolled back into my head. His wonderful penis remained planted in my brain, pumping more and more cum into my brainpan.
My head was starting to feel full, like pressure was building. It was starting to hurt when Mister Allcock finally pulled free. Without his cock, my brain still felt full of cum, but not pressurized… It felt more like… sloshy. Still cumming, Mister Allcock stroked himself and aimed his cock at me, showering me with his cum. I turned to face him and just managed to catch the final few spurts across my face, tasting a little of his cum.
It was so good! I wanted more! I realized that I was covered with it, and so was the shower floor. I started to wipe cum from my body and suck it from my fingers. Cum was so good! I needed as much as I could get! My cock throbbed, and I started thinking about my penis, which had me thinking about other guys’ penises, which got me hornier and made my dick throb again in a vicious loop. All I could think was penis.
I watched Callum eagerly wiping demon cum from his body and licking it off his fingers. There was an empty look behind those hungry eyes that was so satisfying to me. It wasn’t exactly a lesson—by no stretch would I say he learned anything today. He wasn’t capable of understanding that he had crossed me, but other people were, and now they would think twice.
Mister Allcock, his huge, demon-dick dripping, stepped up to the boundaries of the circle I’d summoned him into.
“Are you satisfied?” He asked, steam rising from his heated flesh as water droplets quickly evaporated.
“Almost. I want you to go and draw the right kind of men here, and to keep the wrong kind away.” I instructed him.
“To do that, you will have to release me from the circle,” the demon grinned wickedly. “You aren’t worried about doing that?” I watched over his shoulder as Callum bent forward and started to eagerly lick all the demon cum that hadn’t washed away off of the tile floor.
“No, I’m not. I’m pretty sure our wills are in alignment when it comes to what is about to happen here.” I gave it a second thought as the demon looked over his shoulder and chuckled. “You may bend them, and even twist them a little, but don’t warp them. Do you understand?”
“I understand… Your aim is to humiliate and condition this one for continuous use?” He asked, scratching his dark chin.
“Yes, it is,” I answered, pulling off my clothes and tossing them to the side.
“Then I think I know just the right sort of men to send,” the demon said, grinning.
“Perfect. This will be fun for both of us.” I broke the circle, and the demon was gone, vanishing immediately. I stepped into the shower to enjoy the rest of my revenge. I stood before Callum, and his dumb gaze settled on my dick, hunger stirring in his eyes. “Hey man,” I said.
“Unnnnhhhhhhh, peeeeeeeennnniiisssss,” he babbled stupidly up at me, watching me intently as I reached down and scratched at the base of my erection.
“Hey, Callum, what happened to you?” I asked, grinning. I reached down and stroked my cock a couple of times. I waited, his eyes going back and forth between focus on my cock, and a vacant distant look as he struggled to answer my question.
“Unnnh, penis… P-penis!” He shook his head, struggling to keep his eyes on mine. He had a desperate, vacant expression as he stared at me, and a string of drool was leaking from the corner of his slack mouth. “Penis in the brainpan, SQUISH! Penis in the… Penis in… Penis… Penis! Unhhhhh, Peeenisssss!” His eyes fell back to my erection.
The demon had done good work.
“You like penis, buddy?” I pressed, waving my cock back and forth right in front of his mouth. His eyes followed, glued.
“Peeeennniiiissss!” He crooned, eagerly trying to catch my dick with his mouth.
“You’re going to love what happens next, faggot,” I said, grabbing his hair and holding his head in place as I started to drive my dick down his throat. I took my time, I was in no hurry.
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